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 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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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 in the Godswood with Brandon

March 31, 2012 in Game Of Thrones, House Stark by Lyanna Stark

He sat in the gods wood. It was a pleasure to him when he could enjoy peace and quiet. When he went back to the castle there would be fussing, and chattering, them men would suck up to him. Then there were the ladies, who would ask him any number of question varying from how he  had liked his travels, to if they could offer him refreshment in their chambers later that evening. This was what he wanted. A silent still place, where no other person should be, because the daylight was fleeting. He drew his sword and cleaned it
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A letter from Lyanna to Eddard on Punishment

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

What did he tell you? I’ve been the perfect lady. Brandon has been going on about how he can beat anyone. So I challenged him, he accepted. Then he went and told our father so when I met him where we were supposed to be sparing, father saw me. He scolded me, took my things, completely searched my chambers. It was so embarrassing. I am so upset. I’ve done everything I was told to do. He said I was so sweet and gentle, a devote lady and sweet daughter just the night before. I’m so horribly upset even remembering it
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A letter to Brandon on Traveling and Blackmail

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

How could you leave without saying anything? As if that weren’t horrible enough on your character you have the audacity to write me a letter about how wonderful it is. How your going to visit lord someone or another and more of our lord father’s banner men without inviting you wonderful beloved sister! You ser, are absolutely horrible, and it will be noted now that I will take my revenge on you for treating me so poorly! I really wanted to go, I had hoped you would take me with you, surely father wouldn’t mind. Even if you didn’t want
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A letter to Brandon on Misunderstanding

March 19, 2012 in Game Of Thrones, House Stark by Lyanna Stark

I do like how every time I get the better of you in an argument you always start out by saying ‘We’ve had a misunderstanding.’ I do believe these happen frequently and I know what you’ll say in response to that too, dear brother. You like doing what YOU want to do, and I like doing what I like to do. Which is a completely truthful response. Could you imagine the chaos we could cause to the seven kingdoms if we were to in fact work together to accomplish something. But then father might die of shear shock, the north
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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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