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"blood is but a liquid, so why do I enjoy spilling it so much?"
-lyarra stark, the winter's fury, the war wolf, the dutiful, the queen of combat, the selfless.
Lyarra I------
There she was, lyarra, sitting near the training yard, and observing her two brother Robb and Jon spar, when she was young she might have been impressed by this display, but after almost 8 years of fostering and fighting in every place in the north, her eyes became more calculating and observant, she now sees how many blunders there are in this spar, and she chuckles mentally to herself.
the spar ended with an exhausted stark on the ground, and a snow showering in triumph.
"Your mind is elsewhere stark, how was the taste of the dirt, you've been eating it a lot lately" said Jon, with a smirk directed at Robb.
"I took it easy on you snow, else you'd be eating the dirt" replied Robb.
"I totally believe you stark" replied Jon sarcastically.
Just when they were about to continue the japes, Jon's eyes landed on a resentful figure above, those disdainful eyes of lady Catelyn landed on his, she looked for only a second, before averting her gaze and walking away.
Catelyn tried to act indifferent for her love Ned, but she just couldn't.
Lyarra seeing this felt pity, God, if lady Catelyn knew who he really was, but alas, it won't happen, when I told father that Lord reed told me the truth, he made me swear to not tell a soul, many times I almost cracked, but I can't let it slip, if it was a normal vow then maybe I would have revealed the secret to Jon and Catelyn, but no, this was a vow by the old gods, lyarra is many things, but a non believer isn't one of them.
god I wish I can tell lady Catelyn about Jon, I feel sad for her, she must be hurt everytime she looks at her husband's supposed bastard, seeing it as her love cheating on her.
Lyarra has been sitting for a while, the sun washing her face, the snow falling on her body, but she caught herself before wasting any more time.
"curse my habit of brooding, this time could have been used to get stronger, get up lyarra" she thought to herself angrily.
she needs to do some sparing, her brothers might be weak but they'll do.
So lyarra stopped her brooding, and grabbed her axe, hatchet, and dagger, and strolled to the training yard, her hair waving through the wind, her steps loud and demanding attention, her calculating fierce eyes landed on her brothers.
"Jon, how about a spar?" She asked.
Jon immediately said yes without hesitation, lyarra rarely spared with them, this will be a good opportunity to test his skills, Robb was grumpy now, and he wished more than anything that he had won, now he lost on his chance for a spar with his big sister.
he stood up from the ground, and took a seat near the training yard to not get in their way.
Lyarra and Jon entered the training yard, both circling each other, as ser Rodrick began the countdown, Jon was burning with anticipation, he got into a perfect stance, he got ready to charge, and as soon as ser Rodrick announced the start, he immediately lost.
He touched his cheek, noticing the cut, he looked behind him and saw the hatchet she threw on the wall behind him.
"If I wanted to, I wouldn't have missed, keep your guard up brother, else you'll be dead meat"
So lyarra walked past him, grabbing the hatchet that she threw at Jon, and reattaching it at her hip, leaving a still stunned Jon, and a laughing Robb.
As she was about to leave, jory Cassel approached.
"My lady" he looked at lyarra "my lords" he looked at Robb and Jon "your father calls you to his solar, it's urgent".
Well, this is rare, she nodded to jory and started walking to her father's solar alongside the heir to the north, and the bastard of winterfell, she was wearing a black fur coat with boiled leather over chainmail, much similar to the one belonging to the night's watch, she abondened dresses in favour of leather armour, but she wasn't Arya, she tolerated dresses on special occasions, and didn't mind wearing them.
The thought of Arya brought a small smile on her face, her little sister rarely left her side, Arya was like a baby duck always following lyarra the mama duck.
To Arya lyarra is perfect, Arya also wants to fight, she also wants to travel around the north, she wants to do lots of things lyarra does, but not all, Arya wants to be her own person, that's why she always scowls when people compare her to her aunt lyanna, because she wants to be her own person.
As they neared the solar she was reminded of the past, whenever she was called here as a child, it was for a punishment.
and little lyarra was scared of Lord Stark's solar so much, that she once tried hiding fish in it to make it smell bad, hopping that her father would stop using the solar, but her plans were somehow foiled by her father who knew everything before she did it, and she had to clean the stables for a week.
They reached the door, the hundred years old carvings of wolfs and snow evident on the door, Robb gripped than handle and opened the door.
Robb entered the solar first, then Jon then her, the candles blowing dimly, father had a grim expression on him.
"The wildlings passed the wall with an army"
Oh, this is turning out to be interesting, for all she acted and talked about justice, she truly enjoyed shedding her enemies blood.
Her lips curled into a small smile, and when the warden of the north looked in her blood thirsty eyes, he understood why the greatjon umber, who has giant blood, was sometimes terrified of her.
Jon and Robb on the other hand had grim faces, Robb looked like he immediately wanted to march, while Jon was brooding.
"Father...how many passed the wall, and how did they?" Lyarra asked
She didn't mind spilling wildling blood, but she was really curious, how did they avoid the watch?
"Perhaps they sneaked through an abandoned castle?" Robb theorised.
"Or mayhaps the watch fell?" Jon said, not hiding the fear behind his eyes close to well enough.
''i don't know, but what I do know is that they are almost 40'000, and they are close to east watch by the sea..." Ned said but he got cut off by lyarra.
"East watch? That makes no sense, why would the wildlings attack there...or maybe they didn't pass by east watch" lyarra said and her eyes widened a bit in realization.
Ned and his two sons looked confused, ''explain" asked Ned.
With a heavy sigh, lyarra walked towards a map of the north, "perhaps they didn't pass through east watch, but..." She pointed at skagos "maybe they got help from a rebellious island, who fiercely want independence? They have a small fleet, and they probably have the power to transport the wildlings through the wall"lyarra said.
Ned's eyes widened a bit, so did his sons, "this is treason if true, we'll need to investigate after the battle, but let's focus on the army now, I already called the banners, I'll lead the army while you three hold winterfell an-" lyarra cut off Ned again.
"No" she said in a commanding voice that demanded obedience.
''I'll lead the army" lyarra said.