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 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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The Great Tourney of Harrenhall: Day Four

June 27, 2012 in Fan-Fic, House Stark by Lyanna Stark

Benjen woke up, what he considered early for himself. He dressed and went outside his tent just as the sun was rising, but no one else was awake yet. Or neither Brandon or Ned wanted to leave their tents. Their first two days there Lyanna had been with one of them, and he’d been the last one out of his tent with threats from Brandon they’d leave him behind. Without Lyanna to intervene between them, it looked like they weren’t going to talk to each other. So, without anyone else awake he went back into his tent. She was still
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The Great Tourney of Harrenhal: Day Three

June 17, 2012 in Fan-Fic, House Stark by Lyanna Stark

Brandon still wasn’t in the best of moods, but she supposed it didn’t matter so long as he was in a better mood when he was going to play at being her shadow. Benjen however, seemed in a good mood. He tried japing with Brandon, in hope to cheer him up, but it failed. So, he turned to Ned, and tried his luck there. “He’s going to be so thrilled to get you two idiots away from him. I bet Lyanna made him wish he’d stayed in the Vale. Poor Eddard…Sharing in my misery.” “He does not! We were up
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A dialogue with Benjen about the wall

April 27, 2012 in Fan-Fic, Game Of Thrones, House Stark by Lyanna Stark

She liked when Brandon wasn’t there. It gave her some freedom. For example, her father had invited one of his lords to dine with them. She didn’t remember who, but she’d been introduced, and as she should as a dutiful daughter she’d been polite and sweet. Just as he wanted, she’d even remembered at the time to give him a compliment on his lands, but she didn’t remember where they were now. Her father had more than enough reason to be pleased, and ignore the fruit she kept rolling across the table to Benjen. It became a game, the lords
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A letter to Benjen on Visiting the Wall

March 21, 2012 in Game Of Thrones, House Stark by Lyanna Stark

I am still in disbelief he’s taken you there. But I know in my heart I shouldn’t be. After all, he had taken Brandon and Ned at separate times as well. Despite mother and I were there you need some male in Winterfell or else winter may actually come. I don’t want you to be there with him. It is childish of me but I can’t help but think he can’t possibly be treating you any better without the two of us there as well. It’s just a quick educational journey, but I asked Brandon, and I have planned on
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Wolf’s Blood

March 18, 2012 in House Stark by Lyanna Stark

We all have a touch of wolf’s blood and wolves need to run free and roll in the dirt. My father knows he’s the one that’s given it to us. I have three brothers, why should it be expected of me to sit in the castle like a good southern lady? Ladies in the north are stronger, and Stark ladies and the strongest. I am not a shrinking violet, and winter is coming. I don’t rejoice in the sight of blood shed while I watch the men train, but I won’t shy away from it. And my father, he doesn’t
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Ladies Etiquette

March 14, 2012 in Game Of Thrones, House Stark by Lyanna Stark

Brandon likes to mistake himself for our father. I think our strange relationship started when I began playing with them. Father sat the boys down and had a stern talk with them before I was allowed to follow them around. He only told me when I was older he’d told them I was a lady, and they were not to use force or let harm come to me. That message alone in father’s unwavering lordly tone of course struck fear deep in their souls. Ned was always chivalrous anyway. He’d take me to places and back to my chambers. He
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