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‎Ned STARK I------
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‎At the crack of dawn, the cold winds clashed against the walls of winterfell, the snow flowing freely through the wind, the wierwood trees radiating their eyrie silence, the voice of the servants doing their duty is loud, the guards going on patrol or standing guard, the cooks are cooking food for all, the servants are going about their duties, all is calm.

in the training yard is ser Rodrick, drilling some new recruits, and some of Lord eddard's children, Robb stark the heir to the north,  his auburn hair swinging with the wind, the cold winds embracing him like an old friend, he is swinging his sword, trying to perfect his swings-which he is no where near the perfection he seeks-.

jon snow, his eyes sparkling with resolve, practicing his defense which is usually as impregnable as an old woman's cunt, though his offence is lacking.

and Lord eddard's first born daughter, lyarra stark, tall and pale of skin, her luscious black hair falling to her waist, her sparkling brown eyes that turn a stunning blue when under the light, her face that is as perfect as can be, she was a great beauty.

but not a lady, no, she was in the yard practicing with her double sided axe, at just 16 she's already the best warrior in winterfell, her axe swings with unnatural force, and speed which shouldn't be possible, a dagger and a hatchet are attached to her waist, she long surpassed ser Rodrick, beating him with ease now, her eyes calculating and fierce.

on the top of the stairs above, the lord of winterfell watches his daughter swing her axe, and he can't help but feel sad, he failed his promise, he swore that he would protect his children, yet he failed.

when lyarra was 8, she was kidnapped by wildling and brought beyond the wall, the wildling who kidnapped her, named teros, wanted to marry her to become the king beyond the wall, he figured marrying a stark girl would show all the wildling his strength....God what an idiot.

he underestimated lyarra, lyarra wasn't a flowery lady who cowered from him, no no no no no, when he got near her in the cabin he had her in, to try and rape her, lyarra bit his neck then ripped it off like a wolf, the wildling fell dead on the ground, lyarra then grabbed his weapon and fought her way out, killing over 20 wildlings.

she reached the wall bleeding but standing tall, she had multiple arrow wound but she just walked like she had none, when she was treated there, Lord commander jeor mormont and first ranger benjen stark wanted to escort her back to winterfell , lyarra was tempted but refused.

she burned with shame that she allowed herself to get kidnapped, so instead she just sent a letter to her father, informing him she was fine, but not returning.

lyarra headed to the last hearth for some years to train and fight wildlings beside them, and that she did, she spent two years in the last hearth, training with the umbers, fighting any wildling that passed through the wall, and making friends with the umbers.

smalljon umber respected her greatly, and probably had a crush on her but kept it hidden, his respect turned into unwavering loyalty when she lead 10 of the umber men at arms against 100 wildling, where she won with no umber solider dying, and her killing almost half the wildling by herself.

the greatjon umber didn't care about her strength, but he still respected her greatly because she drank an entire barrel of beer in front of him, without getting drunk, for him, any person who out drinks him gets his respect.

after the 2 years at the last hearth, she left, the umbers gave her a warm goodbye, all were sad that she had to leave, the smalljon was very sad, the greatjon was grumbling but understood.

after her departure from the last hearth, she didn't return home, she went to bear island of the mormonts, for another 2 years. she fought iron born alongside Dacey and maege mormont, she wrestled bears and hunted them so much that bears on bear island immediately ran as soon as they saw her, she played with little lyanna mormont and saw her as a sister, the mormonts were devoted to her by the time of her leave and by the end, had gotten the respect and loyalty of the mormonts.

but she still didn't return to winterfell, she went to the dreadfort, and met roose Bolton, she learnt how to flay and torture humans for information, she learnt many things from roose Bolton, which earned her the respect of roose Bolton who liked that she didn't favour honor in war like her father.

she also made friends with domeric and Ramsey Bolton, domeric respected her strength and strategic mind, Ramsey loved her, lyarra wouldn't lie and say that she didn't find him attractive, she had a small romance with Ramsey and they kissed some number of times.

when she departed the dreadfort she had their love and respect and some loyalty, but not much, roose Bolton was loyal only to roose Bolton.

then lyarra went to the rills where she learnt how to ride horses as expertly as them.

then to the boggs where she fought lizard lions and learnt to fight in the swamps, she made friends with jojen and Meera reed, and learnt about the true parentage of Jon snow form howland reed.

then she finally went to white harbour where she learnt sailing and fighting on a ship, trade, economics, bargaining and she may or may not have fucked wylla manderly but that's a story for another day.

when she returned to winterfell, she has earned the loyalty, devotion, and utter respect of the northmen, and she was no longer the bright and happy lyarra, no, she was a warrior.

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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.

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The voices demand blood, but can't even harm me, so why do I obedientaly serve them the blood?

-Lyarra stark, the winter's fury, the war wolf, the dutiful, the queen of combat, the selfless?

Lyarra II-

"I will lead the army"

That was the last thing she said before a fury of shouts came from her father and brothers 

"NO! Lyarra! You can't!" said the lord of winterfell 

Lyarra looks at him in the eyes, and says "I can father, I spent years commanding men-at-arms to battle, I can lead an army"

Her father looked at her "NO! You're my daughter, I can't let you lead into battle, you may die" her father said worryingly 

"I won't, I'm a proven commander father, I fought in many a battles, and I have the respect of the north, so the bannermen won't complain about having to follow me because I'm a woman* said lyarra,

"I can't let you lyarra, aye you may win, but it's too dangerous, an-" Ned got interrupted by an out of breath master luwin entering the room.

He looks at Ned with grim eyes " my lord" he said with a heavy sigh " bandits are taking advantage of the situation, they've raised an army some 2000 strong, and they are wrecking havoc near deepwood mote and torren square" master luwin said.

Ned's eyes widened, the wildlings were bad enough, but now bandits? God, 2 fronts that means, we already didn't have enough troops for the wildlings, and now that there are bandits too, we have to stretch our army thin.

The lord of winterfell and lyarra pondered their thoughts a little bit, wondering what to do now, but then a grim jory Cassel entered the room.

"My lord, a raven from bear island, they spotted a number of iron born ships sailing to the coast" said jory, and Ned's eyes widened, they were already in a bad position, but the damned iron born attacking put them in an even worst one.

"Why are they even here!? Is it another rebellion?" Ned asked

"Don't be a dullard father, they probably came to cut wood from the wolfswood, to make ships and restore their strength" replied lyarra.

"Father, you'll go to the west and deal with the iron born, you did it once so you have the most experience here, Robb and Jon will gather a host at barrowtown and the rills, and march against the bandits, there the glovers and tallhearts will join them" said lyarra in a voice that leaves no space for a no.

"And I'll gather an umber, karstark, Bolton force, and I'll hold off the wildlings till you finish the bandits and regroup with me" said lyarra.

Ned hesitated a bit, surely it was just yesterday that he had held his baby girl in his arms, how is she already going to lead a war? God he's feeling old.

But he can't let personal emotions flood his mind, sending lyarra is the best for the north... But she's my baby gir-, NO! Get a hold of yourself Ned, she's a proven commander she'll be able to do it...bu-, god, why is he so stubborn.

"Fine, but don't die" said Ned 

"I'll try" that was the last thing she said before leaving the solar.

Lyarra started walking to the stables outside, her steps echoing through the halls, the subtle breeze making her cloak swing in the air, and she lyarra, she knows she's supposed to be sad and grim, after all these are her lands the enemies are attacking, but...

A maniacal smile grows on her lips, and blood thirsty eyes sparkle in the sun light, and she fight the urge to laugh loudly.

"YES!" She thinks to herself, "enemy blood! Ha, I missed spilling it, ooh, how will I do it, traps? Brute force? Fake retreat? So many enemies, so so so much BLOOD to be spilled to satisfy the voices in my head" thought lyarra to herself excitedly.

With the umbers, karstarks, and Bolton's, I might be able to raise a host of two and one thousand, far from enough, no way I'd be able to beat the wildlings with this number compared to their 40 thousand, but I'm only here to delay them, this might be doable.

The gears in lyarra's head were turning and spinning, thinking of strategies, "what's the best way to delay them?" She asks herself.

Hmm, but leave it for another day, anyhows, first thing lyarra wants to do is gather a Bolton host, then cross the 'last river' and meet up with the karstarks, then she'll head east towards the northern mountains, where the wildlings are headed, the umbers will join her march on the way.

The mountains, a natural barrier, and it leaves an empty place behind them, so they can retreat to the new gift whenever, the wildlings are smarter than she though, but no problem, as long as she can spill some blood, then she'll fight them in the ruins of valyria it's self.

Lyarra passed by Sansa's room on her way out of the castle and into the stables, ah sansa, her lovely sister, I knitted with her a lot, it's always soothing, making dresses and gloves, sansa was always better than her, god, she wishes she can be a bit like sansa.

But, she doesn't want sansa to be like her, lyarra lost her innocence and positive view of the world, I won't let the same happen to sansa.

sweet little sansa who always beamed when I slipped her my lemon cakes.

Sweet little sansa who always made me attend her tea parties, with jeyne pool, and her very talkative dolls.

She snickers, god, sansa used to be angry at me and not talk to me for days if I touched her dolls.

She'd say that they are very sensitive and that I can't 'hit' them.

She stopped talking to me for days and the only way to calm her was for me to apologize to her dolls, and buy her a hair bow or something like that.

Sleep well sansa, your big sister is here, I'll protect you to my last breath.

When lyarra reached the stables, she saw Arya already there, readying a horse.

"...the hell you doing here?" Asked lyarra

"I'm coming with you" said Arya excitedly, swinging an imaginary sword.

"...no..."

"What?! Why? Why do you get to fight and I don't?" Arya whined and complained

"Because I led men for years, and fought for more, and you don't know how to swing a stick" lyarra said

"I'll come, and you can't make me leave!" Said Arya.

...well that's just stupid, lyarra can absolutely make Arya leave, and that's what she did, she pulled on Arya's ear, and dragged her to the castle, then lyarra returned to the stables, got a horse, and started riding to the Bolton's of the dreadfort.

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Tell me why are we, so blind to see, that the ones we hurt, are you and me?

-lyarra stark, the winter's fury, the war wolf, the dutiful, the queen of combat, the self less.

Lyarra III-

A sennight has passed, lyarra was riding through it all, the cold embracing her, her black fur coat waving through the air, the horses steps loud and clear.

She reached the dreadfort, and reunited with the Bolton's, roose had his troops on the ready, as soon as lyarra reached them, they marched with her, roose didn't come, but he sent his heir domeric with lyarra to lead the Bolton force.

"It's been nice seeing you again, Bolton" said lyarra.

"Likewise, stark" replied roose

"Does your son flay like you?" Asked lyarra

"Sadly no, he got the stupid honour of the vale from being a squire there" grumbled roose.

"A pity, I wanted to flay any wildlings we kill, and place them on crosses to scare the wildlings" admitted lyarra

"It would have been a good tactic, but your father outlawed flaying, as you know" said roose.

"Foolishness I call it, honor has no place in war, only in peace" said lyarra, then she departed, with the Bolton host of 4000 bannermen.

After a while of marching, they crossed the last river, where they met up with the rickard karstark and his sons Torrhen, Harrion, and Eddard, he came with his banners, and  bringing their numbers to 9000 men, 1000 of them archers, and the rest split in half between cavalry and foot soldiers.

Lord karstark approached lyarra, his beard unkept and has bits of meat from a stew he ate.

"Lyarra stark" he calls.

"Rickard, I haven't seen you in years, though I wish it were under different circumstances" lyarra said

"What do you mean?" He asked "these are the best circumstances, we get to bash some skulls, and drink ourselves to an early grave" he started laughing and lyarra chuckles.

"You've brought your sons" said lyarra.

"Aye" said rickard "it's 'bout time they stopped being so green that they piss grass"

"Father told me if I'm to marry it'll most probably be to a karstark" lyarra said,

"but..." She looks at the karstark brothers being a bit bad with the swords.

"If I'm to marry one of 'em, then they're the ones who ought to put on a dress"lyarra said and rickard laughed loudly at that. 

And so the march continues, with both the Bolton and karstark hosts 

At this point, lyarra ordered any bird, mouse, and all animals of any kind to be shot down, she was familiar with the wargs beyond the wall, and she didn't want to be spied on.

naturally, this doesn't offer complete secrecy, wargs are very talented and their animals are hard to spot, so some of their information and army movements will be known by the enemy.

As the army marched east towards the northern mountains, they spotted the umber banners, holstering their numbers to 13,500, most of the umber bannermen were axe berserkers alongside a few archers.

There she met the greatjon, and she loudly beraded him for bringing more beer than fucking men and food, in the greatjon's humble opinion, it was bloody worth it.

She saw the smalljon too, and they hugged and shared a cup of beer..just a cup... definitely not a few barrels...right?

After almost a fortnight of marching, lyarra finally reached the northern mountains, so tall they touch the clouds, so vast that you can't see the end of them, beside the mountain,she saw the huge camp of the wildlings.

The wildlings also saw them, and picked up their weapons, then stood on alert, but obviously didn't want to fight, they've been marching for weeks with little no food or water.

But so was the northern host that lyarra gathered, all of the are also tired, so she and the wildlings that are almost a mile away made a silent agreement through stares that no side will attack for a bit.

"Place our camp a few thousand feet south of them, and add extra guard to our supplies, the wildlings are stealthy, they may send men to burn them so that we'll starve" lyarra commanded and the smalljon umber went to do that, "smalljon" she calls, "send some of our stealthiest men to harass the wildlings rear and set their supplies aflame" he nods and leaves.

I have no clue why he is named the smalljon, he's a massive man, with nothing small about him, even his heart is big.

"If Jon had been fostered at the last hearth, would he have been nicknamed the smallestJon?" Lyarra thinks to herself and snickers.

She hears the steps of a person and turns around and sees domeric as he approaches her.

"The wildlings are alert and armed, but not making a move" he said

''figured, they marched for a long while from east watch to here, they must be tired like us, they'll attack at night or on the morrow." Said lyarra

"The wildlings have fire in their eyes" said domeric.

"Then I'll grab the fire in their eyes, and drown it till it's gone" said lyarra with her most intimidating voice, that made domeric shiver a bit.

She turned around and started walking to her horse, then starts preparing it.

"Where are you going?" Domeric asked

"I'll parley with the wildlings, I want to get a sense of their leader, is he calm or a fool" said lyarra

"But isn't that dangerous?" replied domeric

"No, cause I'll have archers with me hiding in the surroundings"said lyarra

"Bu-" domeric wanted to speak but lyarra interrupted him "no buts" she said.

"Now Dispatch archers on the mountain range, whoever has archers controlling the range, gets control and leverage over the field, and do not fail me or I swear by the old gods your father won't find anything left of you" said lyarra

"Of course" he answered "my lady" he bowed his head but before leaving, lyarra said "don't let the archers shoot or reveal themselves till I give a signal, I have a certain plan in mind"she said, and domeric left after that.

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 lyarra rode to the huge space between the two camps, a barrel of beer behind her back, she dismounted her horse, after a few minutes, she noticed a few riders approaching.

A bald man with markings all over him, a thenn.

Along side him were clan leaders she didn't recognize.

The wildlings reached her after a few moments, and they exchanged glares for a bit untill lyarra broke the silence.

"You're on the wrong side of the wall, ser"

Some of the wildlings glared harder at her, and others put their hands on their weapons pommels.

"The fuck you are to tell us where we can and can not stay, you and all your army are southern kneelers and pussies" said a random clan leader which earned laughs and snickers from the other leaders.

Lyarra sighed, then grabbed the barrel on the horse's back, opening it and letting the smell of beer flood the air.

'"I got mead" she shouted.

"You wouldn't find us good company" replied the thenn with amusement in his eyes.

"Never thought so, now sit, and tell me what are you running from?" Said lyarra.

This drew some widened eyes from the leaders, those who laughed now were a bit shocked.

"I talked to many of you when I was kidnapped beyond the wall, and I know for a fact that you love the north, only coming south for raiding for supplies when they aren't enough beyond the wall, so if you're all coming with this huge a number, it means you're running from something, what is it?" Said lyarra, while pouring beer for the wildlings.

"..you wouldn't get it, you southern kneelers forgot, you won't believe is so no point in telling you, war wolf" said a clan leader while drinking the bear.

"I see" said lyarra, "so you won't turn back?" Asked lyarra.

"No" they replied bluntly

"It's war then, I'll see you on the battlefield" lyarra said.

Lyarra was about to leave when she stopped for a second.

"Did you call me war wolf?" Asked lyarra confused

"Aye, after you killed the fucking captors of yours, the free folk respected you, because they respect strength" said one of the leaders.

"Bah, ridiculous" said lyarra as she rode back to her camp.

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When lyarra reached the camp, strolled to the command tent, where she met with the lords for strategy.

While in the south command tents are usually pompous and luxurious, the ones in the north are big and big with a bit of extra big to top it all of.

The northeners don't care about luxury, only that the tent is able to fit them all, and be able to not rip from a barrel or table thrown at it.

After all, a northern meeting without a fight is a boring and highly unusual affair.

She entered the tent "My lords" she said.

In the middle was a big table with a map of the north on it, surrounding it are Rickard Karstark and his son, the great and small Jon umber, domeric Bolton and some minor lords of houses sworn to the Boltons, umbers, and karstarks.

The lords stood up and nodded.

As the hours passed, the lords kept fighting about what's best, a few cups of beer were thrown across the tent from different enraged lords.

Some wanted to foolishly marsh right now, others wanted to make a trap for the wildlings, which is equally idiotic in my opinion.

The wildlings have been evading the traps of the night's watch for decades, what makes the northern lords think we'll be any different?

In lyarra's opinion, what she wants to do is use phycological tactics to make her enemies so paranoid of everything, even their own allies, causing chaos and cracks in the enemy lines.

But she didn't voice out her thoughts immediately.

Lyarra decided to be a quiet wolf like her father, she let the northmen argue about what strategy is best, and in the end gathered the good parts of all of them.

"My lords" said lyarra getting the attention of all the lords "here's the plan..."