Lyanna crossed the threshold of the master suite.
The sheer scale of Cedric's room make her open her mouth in shock, forcing her to pause and simply take it in.
It was cavernous, easily twice the size of the chambers she had just vacated, and it carried an air of rugged, masculine authority that made her feel suddenly very small.
She looked up, her neck straining as she traced the massive, dark timber beams that crisscrossed the ceiling like the ribs of some great beast.
Everything here was amplified. The animal furs draped over the furniture and spread across the floor were thicker and more numerous than her own, creating a rich tapestry of textures.
Against the far wall, an iron stand held a cluster of flickering candles, their amber light dancing across the room's centerpiece: a massive, intricate wolf carving set directly into the stone across from the bed.
The wolf's eyes seemed to follow her, even though she knows it's just a carving.
