Alysane

Alysane gasped in pain as the arrow pierced her right shoulder. She roughly pulled it out to impale a Bolton bannermen in the eye before kicking him away from her. The black haired girl slammed her elbow into a Frey's face when he tried to grab her from behind.

"Oops," she muttered with a dangerous smile as she flipped the Frey over her shoulder. Alysane looked over to see Lord Bolton stabbing King Robb.

"The Lannisters send their regards." Roose said as Robb fell to the ground.

Alysane spun to see Lady Catelyn slit the throat of Lord Frey's newest wife with a numb expression. Black Walder came up from behind Lady Catelyn to slice Catelyn's throat open. Alysane watched in horror while Roose Bolton stabbed her multiple times in the back. Crimson soaked her gown as her head rolled forward.

"That's for rejecting my offer of marriage, Lady Alysane." Roose shoved her into the ground beside Robb. Her king's blood smeared on her pale skin as Alysane struggled to breathe through the blood.

Alysane coughed up blood as she hit the ground; her heartbeat was loud in her ears as blood from the wounds on her back merged with Robb's. Alysane curled her fingers into her palms as her vision darken around the edges. The screams from Robb's bannermen echoed in her ears as the darkness closed in around her.

'No, you weren't meant to die.' A deep male voice echoed in her subconscious mind. 'You are needed in the Great War or the Prince That Was Promised shall suffer more.'

'My dear child,' a soothing woman's voice whispered, 'You are chosen to correct what was wronged. Prince Rhaegar of House Targaryen and Lady Lyanna of House Stark are meant to be with each other.'

'Their union made Jaehaerys Targaryen or as you know him as Jon Snow. You must keep the peace between the North and the South. Warn them of the long winter that is coming. After all, the direwolves are always right in the end.' An elderly woman's voice replied after the motherly voice.

Seven voices merged together as one as the deity commanded, 'DAUGHTER OF JADDON FROST AND AYARA SNOW, SAVE THE FUTURE BY STOPPING ROBERT'S REBELLION TO ENSURE THE HOPE OF WESTEROS!'

Alysane could see that the traitors stopped to stare at her as a bright light surrounded her body. She felt her body was lifted into the air and time seemed to reverse at a rapid pace. Alysane grunted when her body hit the cold muddy grounds.

"Oh my gods, she's bleeding at a concerning pace. Lya, go get Maester Walys quickly!" A deep baritone commanded. Strong arms lifted her from the ground easily in a bridal carry. Alysane could feel her conscious slip away from her as the man carried her.

'Good luck, Alysane Frost.' a voice sounded in her head right before Alysane's eyes closed in exhaustion.

Alysane frowned in discomfort when the sunlight hit her face. She left her arm that felt like lead over her eyes as she sighed. Whatever the maester gave her worn off in her sleep. Alysane could feel bandages around her chest and stomach.

"Ugh," she groaned as Alysane slowly sat up to see a pair of gray eyes staring at her curiously. "Hi?"

The girl smiled at her, "Hello! My name is Lyanna Stark and this is my brother Benjen. What's your name? What caused those injuries you have?"

Alysane hide her surprise from the two Starks as she exhaled heavily, "My name is Alysane Frost. The injuries is from a blade and arrow."

The door opened to a tall dark haired and gray eyed man holding clothes, "Didn't I tell you two not to bother our guest when she woke up from her injuries?"

Lyanna and Benjen bowed at the man, "We are sorry, Father."

"Go, you two." Lord Rickard Stark stepped to the side as the two ran out of the room. Alysane felt gray eyes settle on her as the lord set down clean clothes for her. "Alysane, was it?"

"Yes, my Lord."

Rickard studied her, "I would ask how you come to those wounds you have and the fact that you were surprised to see my children."

Alysane stared at the Stark silently as she mused to herself if she trusted this generation Stark lord or not. "It will sound crazy, Lord Stark."

Rickard sat on the chair beside the bed raising his eyebrows at her.

"Getting straight to the point, I'm from nine and ten years from the future. Your children are dead or their fate is unknown to the world. Your eldest son, Brandon, dies by strangulation on the orders of Aerys Targaryen. Eddard married to Catelyn Tully and had five children from her. He foster his nephew Jaehaerys Targaryen as his bastard son. Later, he was beheaded by a boy king of incest by the Lannisters. Lyanna died in Dorne giving birth to Jo- Jaehaerys forcing Eddard to promise to keep her and Prince Rhaegar's child saved from being butchered by Robert Baratheon. Benjen Stark is missing beyond the Wall." she explained staring at the furs. "Eddard's eldest son is crowned King in the North and Riverlands. He, his wife and Lady Catelyn were murdered by the Freys and Boltons. I was one of Robb's kingsguard. I was stabbed by Roose Bolton and closed to death when a deity forced me here nine and ten years in the past."

Rickard pinched the bridge of his nose irritated, "I would say that you are insane and should be locked away but you cannot fake grief like yours. Alright, Alysane. What do you recommend me to do? I already set up the betrothal match with the Baratheon lord but now you telling me that Lyanna will run away with the Crowned Prince and have a son?"

"I really don't know," Alysane felt dejected as she shifted on the bed.

The two sat in silence for a while until the sun was low in the sky when Rickard spoke up, "My wife's sister died about nine and ten years ago. It will explain your presence at Harrenhal to the other lords. Alysane, I don't know what will come from your presence here but I want my children to be safe and happy."

Alysane smiled at the Stark lord, "Thank you for believing me, Lord Stark."

Rickard chuckled as he stood up from the chair, "I'm your uncle now, Alysane. No need for formalities except in the attendance of the King. " She watched as the Stark lord left the room. Alysane looked out the window to gaze upon the dusk outside. Hopefully her presence will aid Westeros in the Great War.