A Dagger

November 29, 2012 in House Stark by Lyanna Stark

Father was absolutely furious with Ben. I love all my presents, but his was the best. Brandon gave me a new brush, father gave me a new saddle and bridle. Ned, a dress like the ladies wear in the Vale. But Ben had been planning his gift for the longest and hadn’t told any of them about it. It was quite the big secret here. Oh and why you may be asking. Well, ladies ought not have daggers, and what a lovely dagger it is! It’s handle is made of ivory, and atop the ivory four iron wolves. He gave
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The Great Tourney at Harrenhal: Day Six

August 17, 2012 in Fan-Fic, House Stark, Uncategorized by Lyanna Stark

Brandon was beginning to try his best to ruin things. He came into Ned’s tent in the early morning before the sun rose, and tried to dispose of the crown in the same way he’d gotten rid of the flowers. The result of his actions were that she woke up angry, grabbed at it and he’d closed his hands around it. He hadn’t looked to check for thorns, he’d judged there would be no problem as she treated it gently. But, there had been thorns and now all of them poked his hand, he cursed and she complained there was
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The Lady of Winterfell

August 5, 2012 in Fan-Fic, House Stark by Lyanna Stark

The day her mother died was probably the most upsetting thing that had ever happened to her. Only being seven, it was odd that her older brother had come into her room and told her to come with him. She took his hand and followed, glancing up at him in curiosity every few steps. “What happened?” “I don’t know. Father woke me up, and told me to get you and bring you back to his room.” He replied. Then he hugged her, which was a very rare thing for Brandon to do. He didn’t like showing emotion. It worried her.
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The Lady Sansa-Pure Beginnings? (P.O.V.)

July 29, 2012 in Game Of Thrones, House Stark, News by Sansa Stark

Sansa Stark, the eldest daughter of Eddard and Catelyn Stark, was truly a lady in every sense of the word. Her long auburn locks were always perfectly placed and her sapphire eyes always shone with dreams and love. Her mind was filled with pretty things and she often became lost in her own fantasies. She always saw the best in things and if she was convinced of something, she would not let it be put out of her mind. She could be headstrong and stubborn, but she was so involved in pleasing all. All she loved for was being a
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After Mother left…

July 10, 2012 in Fan-Fic, House Stark by Rickon Stark

    Bran was propped up at the top of his bed, Rickon had brought all of his toys and dumped them on his brother’s bed. He’d only woken up two days ago. Robb had explained everything. Father went to King’s Landing as planned with Arya and Sansa. Mother had left for some reason, once he’d told them she needed to tell father something. And their angry response was, ‘Why couldn’t she just write to him?’ He expected it was bad news, but he could hardly think anything was good news since his fall. His legs wouldn’t work again, yesterday
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The Great Tourney at Harrenhal: Day 5

July 10, 2012 in Fan-Fic, House Stark by Lyanna Stark

  She made him mad, he threw her flowers down a well. That was how they started the morning. Furious wasn’t a strong enough word for how she felt about him. The flowers had all been beautiful, they held their scent well and they were colorful. Whoever had picked them out for Prince Rhaegar had even made sure there were some that were only buds, and they had just started opening. They would have lasted the rest of the tourney. In Brandon’s defence, she had spilt a good amount of her perfume on his exceptionally clean and lovely doublet ,
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Brandon and Lyanna Stark: Lost

July 2, 2012 in Fan-Fic, House Stark by Lyanna Stark

  It was the first time his father had left him in charge of Winterfell, where he could make all the decisions himself without anyone else’s help. No advice from the Master of Arms, none from their Steward. He alone was in complete control, there were other times he’d been left to manage the castle while his father had business with his Lords. But he’d told him he tended to act rashly and make decisions that were not completely thought through. So Lord Rickard had let the Maester and their Steward do most of the leading. Leaving Brandon little to
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POV: The Ghost of Harrenhal

June 29, 2012 in Fan-Art, Fan-Fic, Game Of Thrones, House Baratheon, House Stark by The SEVEN

Harenhal was the greatest castle ever built in The Seven Kingdoms. It was designed and constructed to withstand attack from any army. But, when Aegon The Conqueror came, he didn’t bring an army.  He brought dragons. The heat from the dragons’ fire melted and cracked all five of the great towers. People were burned alive inside, including Harren The Black and his sons. Ever since that day, it has been said that Harenhal was haunted with the ghosts of the dead.   Arya and Gendry didn’t believe in ghosts, until today. Already, a man fell to his death the other
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POV: Loyalty

June 29, 2012 in Fan-Art, Fan-Fic, Game Of Thrones, House Lannister, House Stark by The SEVEN

I was born in the castle at Winterfell, in the North, one of the Seven Kingdoms of Westeros. I serve Lord Eddard Stark, Lord of Winterfell, one of the most honorable men in all the Seven Kingdoms. My father fought with him during King Robert’s Rebellion against The Mad King Aerys Targaryan. I have heard many tales of my father’s bravery in battle. Some say he saved Lord Stark’s life more than once. He’s my hero. My father’s father served Lord Eddard’s father, the former Lord of Winterfell, Rickard Stark. Lord Rickard was burned alive by The Mad King, during
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Arya POV: How to keep stupid boys away from your Needle.

June 29, 2012 in A Clash of Kings, House Stark by Arya Stark

  The hardest parts of being Arry the orphan boy had nothing to do with acting like a boy at all. They came by night when I couldn’t control the truth, that I was really Arya of House Stark. My father was murdered, my sister is still in King’s Landing, I’d escaped by some odd coincidence. In my dreams he would tell me it would be all right. Starks are strong, then I could hear the sword coming down…If I didn’t open my eyes, I would imagine what it would have been like again and again. I’ll be heading North
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