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I just wanted to say that I've been working on these characters for three years and I know that at the beginning everything will be a little confusing but everything will be explained during the all fanfiction. Everything that it's said and done has a reason. Also this story is based only on the George Martin's books, from the tv show I just considered the actors who play the character.

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Antea

Mornings were Antea's favourite moment of the day. She loved waking up with the cold north wind blowing on her face like a caress and the morning light which became clearer by the minute. She also loved it because it was the quietest time of the day.

In fact, for Antea Stark it was not so obvious to have a moment for herself. She was the eldest daughter of Lady Catelyn and Lord Eddard Stark, warden of the North, and being a lady implied to have duties and responsibilities. But much it was due to the fact that Antea Stark had other six brothers to make her life pleasantly eventful. Indeed there was not a moment of boredom inside the walls of the castle of Winterfell.

Antea sat composed on in her bed when she heard a knock on the door.

"Come in" she said, placing the sheets around her.

Antea Stark was considered a very charming lady but when she was asleep she was not graceful at all. Her twin brother Robb had always teased her on her unladylike way to sleep since they were children. But what could she do? It wasn't her fault if she dreamed of running during one of the many adventures she faced while she was asleep.

"Good morning Antea" the gentle voice of Cyel Sand joined her as she saw her friend enter the room with two cups of milk and honey.

That was their secret breakfast. The two girls ate that small breakfast every morning since Cyel had come from Dorne and became Lord Stark's ward. And then they would have joined the rest of the Stark family for the real breakfast.

"It's nice to see you already awake this morning" Cyel said, sitting on the bed next to Antea.

Antea had many friends, but the most trusted was definitely Cyel Sand. She knew how honest and loyal Cyel was, she trusted her so deeply that she would have entrusted to her her own life and her brothers'.

"Winter is coming" Antea said, quoting her house words "And with it even the icy wind, but it doesn't bother me" and with a smile she took one of the two cups of milk from her friend's hand.

"You are a Stark" Cyel replied after taking a sip "I didn't expect anything different from you"

The girls had finished eating their secret breakfast when Antea realized that she was late, Cyel was already ready for the day.

"Gods Cyel!" she exclaimed getting out of bed "You make me look so lazy. You are ready while I still have to get out of bed"

She had chosen a dress when she heard Cyel laugh.

"I'm a morning person. You like to sleep, my lady" Antea heard her friend say while she was slide in the grey dress that her mother had given to her as a present for her last birthday.

"And you are right, my lady" Antea replied "Can you help me with this fastening?" Cyel was immediately on her feet and in a few moments she fixed Antea's dress.

"It's better go" Antea said to her friend. Usually they settled their hair together, but that morning Cyel had it already in order, not that she had it ever unkempt anyway, but Antea had no time to fix them properly.

"I don't want to be the last" she didn't want to start the morning arguing with her mother.

The girls went down the stairs talking about their duties for the day. They would have start with hawking, they always did that once or twice a week, then they would have their lesson with Maester Luwin, then sewing lesson and singing lesson with Septa Mordane.

"I'm sure Sansa will show us that beautiful embroidery that she was sewing yesterday"

Sansa was the eldest of her little brothers and since she was four she had the manners and the movements of the ladies mentioned in the stories. She was graceful and sweet. She was the best at sewing, at singing, at writing and reading among them all. Every men would have been lucky to marry her, not only for her multiple qualities but for her appearance too, she has the beauty of their mother. Some said Sansa Stark was one of the most beautiful ladies of the Seven Kingdoms. Her sister Sansa was almost perfect and Antea was proud of her every day a little more.

Quick footsteps echoed in the corridor, but even before Antea could turn around someone bumped into her, making her almost loose her balance. Whoever had bumped Antea was shorter than her and the lady had no doubt about who was behind her.

"Good morning, Arya" Arya was her other little sister, she was nine.

"I woke up late, Antea" she replied catching her breath.

Arya never stopped racing, she was so different from Sansa. Arya wasn't graceful she was almost wild. She would have rather trained with their brothers all the day, instead of spending ten minutes at sewing lesson. Sansa often reproved Arya, she said that ladies shouldn't behave like she did. Antea often agreed with her, although she thought that Arya was still young, she could still have some fun. However Antea and Arya had a passion in common: riding. Very often they went to long horse rides, just the two of them, since Sansa didn't enjoy it very much.

"Yeah, so did I" Antea said, fixing her sister wild brown hair "But a lady do not ever run"

"They do if they are late for breakfast" Arya replied.

"You are right, they do" Antea admitted and a smile appeared on her little sister's face, but it soon disappeared when she said:

"But they do it with class"

"How can you run with class?" Arya asked skeptically without taking her eyes off her older sister. Antea held out an hand to her, saying:

"I'll show you" Arya took her sister's hand unsure while Antea turn over to Cyel who nodded with a smile.

"Are you ready?" and when Arya nodded Antea looked around her to check that no one was around and when she was sure she start running with her sister and Cyel behind them.

Arya squeezed her hand as they raced and Antea could not hide a smile when she heard her laugh. When they reached the first corner Antea slowed her peace to a fast walk. As usual in the corridor there was Maester Luwin with some servants.

"Good morning" she said politely and they bow their heads at them. When they were out of sight the three girls started to run again. They kept doing that since they arrived in front of the door of the great hall.

"Understand how a lady runs?" Antea said fixing her sister who was giggling .

"I understand how a lady cheats" Arya replided making Antea laugh. Her little sister smiled to her and then she entered the room, but when she was half the way her hair was wild once again.

Winterfell main hall was huge. Usually it was there that her father, Lord Eddard Stark, hosted feasts where every single citizen of Winterfell was invited. What Antea liked the most in that hall was the chair who belonged to the Lord of the North. On the handles of the chair were carved two heads of direwolfs, and that prove that that chair belonged to her family since when the Starks were Kings in the North. In fact the direwolf was the sigil of her house. That chair belonged to her father now, and one day it would have belonged to her brother. But that day was far, for now they were just children.

"Good morning" Sansa was already there, sitting at the table and when she heard her sister's voice she turned to her with a gentle smile, meanwhile Arya was hugging Jon Snow.

Jon Snow was one of Antea six brothers, her half-brother actually, that's why his name wasn't Stark but Snow. Snow was the name given to the bastards of the North, and Jon was Eddard Stark's son, but not Catelyn Stark's. Antea didn't know the story of Jon's birth, in part because her parents had never talked about that and in part because she really didn't care. She was just glad that he was born. Jon was her brother as much as the others.

He was very kind and introverted, Antea loved spend time with him, even if he was always serious. Jon Snow didn't smile a lot, but Antea liked when he did so. His face was cuter that way.

"Good morning Antea" turning her head to the right she saw Theon Greyjoy standing on his feet.

She smiled at him, he always greeted her like that every morning and Cyel always started to giggle receiving a glare from Theon, but Antea didn't understand why.

"I don't know how many times I have already told you" she said getting closer to the table.

"You don't have to be so formal with me, Theon" she sat next to him, next to the empty space where Robb usually sat. The twins have always sat next to each other.

"I was offering my respects to my lady" Antea heard Cyel giggling lightly while she was sitting next to Sansa. Theon and Cyel acted like they were brother and sister, maybe because they were both the Lord's wards and they were both away from their countries, but while Cyel came from the South, Theon was a man of the North. His father was Balon Greyjoy, who after countless failed revolts, had proclaimed himself King of the Iron Island. To maintain the peace after the last revolt her father, Ned Stark, took Theon away from his land as an hostage. And now Theon Greyjoy was one of the two wards of the North.

Theon was few years older than Antea, but he always acted and talked like he was a man grown, even though he still argued with Jon on trivial manners. Jon and Theon acted like they were young rivals. Antea had to admit that it was very easy to start an arguing with Theon Greyjoy, he was too sure of himself and very blunt, but the lady knew that there was more behind their rivalry and one of the reasons was Robb. In fact they both cared for him a lot, they were his best friends. Even though Robb had always said to her to not worry.

"My heart belongs to you" he always said to her.

Robb and Antea were like one person, no one was able to understand her like her twin did.

Robb was the perfect eldest brother, he was strong and caring and every one of them looked out for him. But he was so stubborn and sometimes the only one who could calm him down was Antea. They never argued, not for serious things anyway. For Antea was practically impossible to stay mad at Robb.

Looking around her she realized that her mother wasn't there.

Probably she is busy with Bran or Rickon, she thought relived. That day would have had a good morning.

Antea loved her mother with all her heart, but it was really easy for them to start arguing, even for trivial things. Catelyn Stark always expected the best from her children. Her father was different. At first he seemed a cold man, but he really wasn't. Eddard Stark was a great father, he was very caring with all of them. Antea loved when her father hugged her, she felt completely safe, like nothing could ever hurt her.

"You are very lucky, little man, that I was the one who find you instead of our mother" Robb's voice echoed in the hall and turning around Antea saw her twin enter the room with her little brother Bran.

Knowing Bran, Robb must have found him climbing the walls of the castle. It was a curious hobby, but she would have lied if she had said that he wasn't good at it. Bran climbed with the rain, with the wind and with the snow. Their mother was always worried when she didn't see him with them, she was so afraid that he could have hurt himself, but Bran always said to her I don't fall.

"I wasn't even half a way up" her little brother replied.

No, of course not. Surely he was almost at the top, but he wasn't definitely even half a way up.

When she saw him passing by Antea took him by the arm sitting him on her lap and the boy stated laughing.

"Where is my kiss, squirrel?"

"I was going to take it on the roof" Bran replied trying to pout again, but he couldn't stop smiling.

"Give me my kiss" Antea said starting to tickle him. Bran laughing caused everyone in the hall to smile.

"Give me my kiss" her little brother looked at her with a smile for a moment before kissing her on the cheek.

"Another" but he shook his head "No?" Bran shook his head once again with a small laugh.

"Fine, I'll give it to you" Antea began to kiss him all over the face, when she felt satisfied she let him go to take a sit. When he passed by Cyel, she ruffled his hair sweetly making him blush and then he sat down between Arya and Sansa, who said:

"But now I want one too" Bran seemed to think about it, but then he gave her a kiss with a smile.

"I want one too" Robb said behind Antea, who shook her head.

"You are too old for it" the lady said with a smile.

"Very well" Robb replied "Then I'll take it" and he kissed her on the cheek, then he sat down next to his twin smiling at his brothers.

"You also want a kiss, Theon?" Cyel asked with a tiny grin, making Sansa laugh quietly. It was like the two of them knew something that nobody else knew. Theon glared at Cyel and then he said:

"From you?"

"No!" Bran's voice felt higher than usual making everyone turning to look at him. The boy blushed and after a moment of silent he said:

"I dropped the knife" Arya approached her little brother pointing at the table.

"No, it's right here" she corrected Bran who pushed his sister.

"Shut up!" Arya laughed loudly. The two children always bickered with each other. Arya was nine while Bran was seven, they were always in competition with each other.

"Good morning children" her mother Lady Catelyn Stark had just entered the room taking by the hand the last member of the Stark family, Rickon. Rickon was three and very sweet, but he was as wild as Arya.

When they heard Lady Catelyn's voice Jon, Cyel and Theon got quite and stood up bowing their heads. The Lady of Winterfell nodded to make them sit.

Her mother was the perfect parent and a very kind woman, but she wasn't so with Jon Snow. Antea could understand her point of view, but why getting angry at Jon? He didn't ask to be born, it wasn't his fault. This was the main reason why Antea and her mother often argued.

"I'm glad that you are all on time" the Lady said with a smile, sitting on her chair, the one next to the Lord's.

"Your father will be here soon. He received a message" Antea was so curious now. She always wanted to know what was going on around Winterfell. Sansa always told her, she was too curious.

"What are your duties for today?" Catelyn asked while the servants brought the breakfast at the table.

"We'll go hunt this morning" Robb said looking at Theon with a smirk. The boys always loved the morning hunt.

"Will you come with us, mother?" Sansa asked sweetly "Hawking with us?" Catelyn stroked Rickon's hair and turning to her daughter, she said:

"Not today, dear. But I'll be there for the singing lesson" Arya groaned leaning back on the chair and immediately Jon nudged her to make her sit composed.

Before someone could have said anything Eddard Stark entered the room, wearing his cloak and a pensive look. Something wasn't right, he usually had a little smile on his face. Whatever was written on that message wasn't good.

"Good morning" again Jon, Cyel and Theon stood up bowing their heads.

"There is something wrong, my love?" Catelyn asked looking at her husband. Antea did the same, her father seemed concerned.

"We are not going hunting this morning" he said with is usual calm voice and Robb and Jon looked at each other.

"A deserter of the Night's Watch" at his words Antea looked down to her lap, she knew exactly what would have happened to the man, and so did her brothers Robb and Jon, who immediately stood up followed by Theon Greyjoy.

"Bran" when he heard his father say his name, Bran stood up as well, while Catelyn's eyes went from her husband to her child.

"You'll join us today, it is time for you to learn" Antea took a breath. The idea of her seven years old brother seeing a man being beheaded was not really what she wanted to happen that morning. However it was right, that was the law of the North and Bran had to learn it.

Who deserted the Night's Watch were sentenced to death by beheading by the hands of the Warden of the North.

Bran nodded and quickly he followed his older brothers under the gaze of his sisters, his mother and Cyel. None of them were happy about that decision, but they knew that every Stark had to learn the tradition, one day Rickon would also have to do it.

"Antea" her mother said once her husband and sons left the room "The morning will proceed as scheduled, until your lesson with Maester Luwin you'll have free time. You off your sisters" Antea nodded.

"Of course mother" she said looking at her sisters.

It was easy to find something to do to spend the morning. The Stark children always loved to spend time together.

The girls decided to go to the Godswood and sitting near one of the pools of hot water that got warm every wall of Winterfell. Sansa and Arya went in the kitchen to take some fresh baked waffles, while Antea and Cyel were searching for a blanket to sit on instead of the grass.

While they were looking for it Antea's thoughts went to her brothers, she had just realized that that was the fourth deserter in a short time. Antea did not remember that ever happened since she had memory.

"You look so pensive, Antea" Cyel voice reached her as a whisper. Antea had never heard Cyel raise her voice.

"So do you" she knew her friend and although Cyel had kept smiling she could understand when she was worried, and Antea knew why.

"I found it" Cyel said finding the blanket. Antea smiled lightly and together the two girls brought it outside.

They spent the morning between talk and gossip, most of them brought up by one of Sansa's friends Jayne Poole. Not that Antea did not like her, she was just a little girl after all, but sometimes Antea found Jayne's comments inappropriate for a young lady.

With them there was also the cannel master's daughter, Faryl's daughter Palla. She was a very sweet girl and when she didn't had duties to attend to she spent time with the Starks playing or just talking.

"Antea can I fix your hair?" Sansa asked getting closer to her sister. She had always loved playing with Antea's hair since they were little.

"Of course you can" Sansa smiled happily while starting to braid Antea's hair.

Meanwhile Arya had found some blue roses. Blue roses grew only in the North and they were beautiful. They were Lord Stark's older sister Lyanna's favorite flowers. She died fifteen years ago. Antea had never met her, when Robb and she were born in Riverrun, their mother's home, Lord Eddard was fighting in the South to save Lyanna, who had been kidnapped by Rahegar Targaryen. Lyanna Stark never came back home in the North and this was what upset Antea the most. Her biggest fear was to leave Winterfell and never see it again.

"We could make flower crowns" Cyel said sitting next to Arya taking a rose in her hand.

"Please Cyel, could you teach us to make one?" Jayne Poole asked her enthusiastically. Among them Cyel was the best in those kind of things, she always found a way to adorn her hair with pearls, ribbons, gems and of course… flowers.

"I don't want a crown" Arya complained and immediately Jayne Poole started giggling, but she stopped as soon as Antea gave her a glance.

"Sansa, dear" Antea said while her sister kept fixing her hair "What can we do with flowers?"

"A flower is like a lady" Sansa replied finishing her work "It is always needed" Antea saw Cyel smile while teaching Palla how to entwine flowers.

"If you don't want a crown, Arya" Sansa continued "You could just put them among your hair"

"I don't want a head full of flowers, Sansa!" Arya answered back. Antea decided to intervene to perverted a very possible fight.

"Just one flower, then" she said turning to Sansa with an encouraging smile.

Sansa always hid very well when she was hurt by her sister's words and Arya never realized that.

"I'm sure that a flower will be just fine" Sansa smiled at her and approached her little sister. Arya snorted but let her fix her hair anyway. She would have never admitted that she liked the way Sansa had styled her hair, but during the course of the day Antea noticed that Arya stopped at every mirror to check the flower fixed in her hair.

It was afternoon when Lord Stark and his sons came back. The girls didn't noticed it because they were at sewing lesson with Septa Mordane and she wouldn't let them walk out until the very end of it. Septa Mordane was the one responsible for their education to become perfect ladies. She was very strict. She corrected them in everything, from the way they talked, to their posture. Of course her favorite was Sansa. She was very proud of Cyel too. With Arya was another story, she had hard times with her. But Antea was the one she was more strict with, she was the eldest after all.

"Girls!" Bran's voice made them turn, he had a huge smile on his face "You have to come with me, now!" he exclaimed running into the room.

"Brandon!" Septa Mordane scowled him "Behave yourself!"

Bran looked at her for a moment and after looking at his sisters he said:

"Alright" and he run out of the room. The girls gazed at each other with surprised looks, why was Bran so excited?

They had just resumed sewing when the door burst open again but this time it wasn't just Bran, Jon and Robb had come too and they were all holding something.

"Puppies!" Arya exclaimed throwing her work away. Even Sansa stood up taking the puppy Bran was giving to her with a smile.

"She is so soft" she said bringing her close to her face.

Meanwhile Arya ran to Jon who gave her another puppy.

"It's a she" he said while the little puppy was licking Arya's face.

Antea was still sit watching Bran showing his own pup to his sisters and Cyel.

There was something strange with those pups, they were not dogs but they were not wolves either. What were they?

"Don't be jealous" Robb said approaching his sister "There's one more for you"

Antea stood up without taking her eyes away from the little black furred creature. It was a direwolf. She couldn't believe it, real direwolves before her eyes and there was one for all of the Stark children, even for Jon Snow. Direwolves were ancient creatures and they didn't live on that side of the Wall.

She took her in her arms, she was so small and her gaze have never left Antea, not even for a moment. It was almost like she wanted to tell her a secret.

"Robb how… where did you find them?" she asked while the puppy was sniffing her.

"They were just born" her twin explained to her, while Jon was approaching them, with a little pup as white as snow.

"Their mother was dead, Jon convinced Father to keep them" Antea smiled gratefully at Jon, who dropped his gaze blushing lightly.

"You choose her for me?" she asked Robb looking at her direwolf. Robb and Jon looked at each other smiling knowingly and then her half-brother said:

"She and another one were inseparable"

"The other one is mine" Robb said showing her his dark grey direwolf.

That must have been a sign. All the Stark children had received like a gift from the Gods these direwolf's puppies. This kind of creature hadn't been seen for ages.

Now she had to find a name for that little bundle of black fur.

"You know that, don't you?" Antea said to Jon, who turn to look at her "Now Cassie will want one too".

Thank you for reading I really hope you liked it!

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