She fell beneath the wheels to help me up (гет)

"Oh, maybe you were free,/Before my blackened wing covered you,/I took the sing from your song/I made a bed,/Where you don't belong." - Ben Howard, 'Esmerelda'.
“You are the Knight of the Laughing Tree. You disguised yourself as a man and entered the lists?” His tone is caught somewhere between skepticism and… wonder?
“Yes,” she nods in a clipped fashion.
His brow furrows. “Lady Eddara, why?”
“To avenge the honor of a friend,” she replies, and it is almost too easy to slip into the role. To… well, to pretend she were like Lyanna. That she did such wild things without hesitation. That she was so ironclad in her convictions. That she… that she still had dreams. It is alarmingly easy, to pretend.
(Hastily attempting to hide the evidence of her sister's brief time as the Knight of the Laughing Tree, Eddara Stark is discovered by Rhaegar. In an effort to spare Lyanna from Aerys' wroth, Edda claims the shield and armor as her own, and the next day, unwillingly claims a crown of winter roses as well.)