I smiled wryly as I watched Arya struggle with her needlework. I pulled my grey woolen shall tightly around me as a cold breeze licked at my skin like a confused flame. It seemed as though the closer winter got the more layers of clothes I seemed to wear each day, making me look more and more plump. The wind speed picked up and my long brown hair swiped across my face, acting as a force field to the cold breeze.

"Lady Anna, your mother will be most cross if you don't do any of your needle work again!" Septa Mordane chastised. I rolled my eyes and gave her a blank look. She huffed and turned back to Sansa. I looked like Sansa more than i did Arya. Our faces were the same shape. The Tully shape. Sansa is traditionally beautiful, taking after our mother's family with her high cheekbones, vivid blue eyes and thick auburn hair. She is eleven years old and as she has grown up, her figure has completely transformed and she flourished into a tall, graceful woman. My mother is always saying how much we look alike. 'if you'd been graced with the Tully hair you'd might as well have been twin babes'. According to my Father, Eddard stark, I looked more like my aunt Lyanna. Who happens to also be my name sake. That is me, Lyanna Stark. Though everyone but my mother calls me Anna.

The sound of a flying arrow returned me from my thoughts. Rising from my seat I walked outside. I watch as my brothers and the imbecile Theon Greyjoy, laughed at my younger brother Bran's failure.

"And which one of you was a marksman at ten?" My Lord Father ask from the balcony, where he held my mothers hand. "Keep Practicing, Bran. Go on."

I smiled at my fathers encouragements.

"Don't think to much Bran." I said rubbing his arm sympathetically. I felt sorry for him, under the pressure from the presence of his own parents.

"Relax your bow arm." Rob added, just before I did.

"Lyanna, join me in my bed chambers." My lady mother called from the balcony. I groaned and pouted. Jon smirked and pulled me in for a brotherly hug. which I gladly returned. Jon and Rob are my favorite sibling. They always know exactly what to say. Ever since i was young it has always been them who i went to if i was sad or need help to hide from Mother. As ive gotten older its been harder to find somewhere to hide. I don't fit under robs cloak anymore.

"Maybe you should start with you needle work again. If i remember correctly you were even better than Sansa." Rob smiled at me and i snorted.

"Wow, Anna. Very ladylike." Jon muttered pulling away from the hug and turning back to bran. I turned and made an exit. Best not keep my mother waiting. Whilst walking towards the chambers I bumped into Theon, who was on his way to ready the horses.

"Well if it isnt the lovely lady Anna." Theon greeted me with a warm hug.

"Oh Lord Theon, why must you make me blush." I smirked. he twirled me out and i curtsied.

"It is you who makes me blush. where might you be off too?" He winked, dropping the act.

"Eugh my lady mother requests my presence in her Bedchambers!" I rolled my eyes. Theon, even being the fool he is, has been my best friend since being small. Being one of the only people i can drop my 'lady' facade around.

"Needlework?" He asked knowingly. I nodded smiling.

"I must be off, I expect I'll be recieving the 'A lady must..' speech." I curtsied, falsely, and skipped to my mother.

I knocked on the door and waited for a response.

"Come in." She called and I obliged.

"You requested my, mother."

"Dont you use that tone with me young lady." She growled.

"What tone is it that you speak of?" I glared back.

"The fake sweet one you do when you don't get your own way!" She shouted and i rolled my eyes at her. "I don't know where I went wrong with you."

"Probably when you tried to make me into the perfect daughter." I snorted. If you hadn't noticed, I don't really get along with my mother. I love her, I just don't like her.

"Even the bastard turned out better than you did." She spat.

"Don't you dare! Don't you dare call him that!" I snapped at her, i hated it when ahe called Jon a bastard He s more of a family member to me then you will ever be so quit you whining."

"I am your Mother, you will speak to me with some respect. Stop acting like a spoilt toddler!" She said calmer than before.

I rolled my eyes at her and turned to leave. Before exiting i spoke, "Are you done?"

"Yes, but i expect you to start up with your needle work again, i will not have you showing up this family when the king and his guard come to stay. A lady does not slack or run off with her brothers. A lady stays home and holds everything together until her husband or family return. I expect you to always be around incase anyone from the King's guard needs anything. as a representative of this house you must show our hospitality."

I laughed humorously, "Or what?"

"Or you will be confined to your room for the rest of their visit."

"Fine by me mother." I snared and left for the gardens to wait for father and my brothers.

It was while before i saw my brother approaching me with what appeared to be... puppies?

"Why on earth do you have, seven?-" I asked questionally and Jon nodded happily. He had two little white pups in his arms. One had bright red eyes and the other had clear crystal blue. "-puppies?" I finished stroking the albino pup.

"These are Direwolf pups my girl." Father smiled taking me in for a hug. "I trust your mother has spoken to you?" He said trying to be stern with me. I nodded and smirked. "And your going to stop this 'Lady's are boring' charade."

"Oh Gods no." I laughed and he joined me. My father was more laid back than my mother. He enjoyed my rebellion. He often called me Lady Rob and said how much The King would like me.

"So, my Daughter. As the first born stark Lady, it is only fair that you get first pick." Father said happily, geaturing to the pups.

My eyes widened and i smiled. Oh mother was going to flip out. I gasped and began inspecting the pups they were all so small and cute. "Where is their mother?" I asked suspiciously.

"Killed, by a deer antler." Rob said sadly. I frowned.

"Bless their souls. I think im going to have the white one, with the blue eyes. She is rather beautiful." I scooped her out of Jon's arms and cuddled her to my chest.

"She is your responsibility, only yours! You must train her and teach her how to behave properly." Father told me.

"It will be a pleasure." I smiled down at her and turned towards the barns.

-x-

Soon enough all of my siblings, including Jon, had their own pups.

Rob has Greywind, Sansa has lady, Arya has nymeria, Bran has Summer and finally (to my amusement) Rickon has Shaggydog.

Jon and I were the only ones who had not decided on a name. It was few weeks after we had got our direwolfs and I was still calling mine wolfie.

I was sat with Jon in the stable feeding wolfie.

"Ive decided," he called out happily. "Ghost! His name is Ghost." Ghost knew already that was his name looked up at Jon expectantly when his name was called.

"I still can't decide. " I huffed, all the names that had been suggested had not felt... right.

"How about diamond?" He suggested

"I am not Sansa."

"Thunder?"

"She is a girl."
"Storm?" I looked at him surprised. A smile flitted across my face and i hugged him. Trying not to crush Ghost and Storm.

"Yes, i love it!" He laughed. "Storm the most elite stark dire wolf."

He scoffed and pushed my shoulder. "Your head is growning at an alarming rate."

We laughed a while, until Bran came running into the barn.

"The King is here." He wheezed and I gathered my cloaks from the floor. Dusting myself off i said bye to Jon who was not going to be greeting the royals with us and made my way to the castle gates.

Mother fussed with our clothes and faces but I just batted her away and stood silently waiting.

The guards came to holt in a line and i could hear Arya gossiping. Turns out the man with yellow hair on the King's guard happened to be Jaime Lannister, the Queens brother.

I couldn't wait to meet King Robert, father told me so many stories about him. Since I was babe it has been my dream to meet the man who stole the Kingdom from the mad king. But thats exactly what he is, a theif.

The man who climbed from the cart was not the robert from my stories. More like a disappointment.
He approached my father straight away. They acted formal for a moment or two until robert called him out and told him to stop being stupid. They hugged then he hugged Catelyn.

I smiled as he came up to rob and shook his hand.

"Your grace," Rob bowed and The King smiled.

The king them moved on to me.

"By the Gods, you look just like her." He smiled and took me in his arms.

"Your Grace," i curtsied with a smirk

"It is a pleasure to finally meet you."

"As it is to finally meet you my lady."

"Oh please, do call me Anna." I could feel my mothers face fall.

"That i will, Anna. If you call me Robert." He smiled back and chuckled.

"I believed that can be arranged, Robert." I smiled at him. Maybe he was the hero in my stories.

He made his way down the line of my siblings and eventually took off with my father after the Queens protests were quickly brushed off.

-x-

"Lady Anna," someone called from behind me. I was with Storm looking out into the woods from the window in the feast room. I turned to see the queen and curtsied fluidly.

"Your grace."

She smiled, but it seemed like it was fake the way her eyes glared.

"I havent had the chance to speak to you since our arrival, how are you my dear?"

I smiled back at her and relaxed a little. Maybe she wasn't so bad.

"Im terrific, your grace, although the cold weather is starting to take its toll." I gestured to the thick furs cloaking my body.

"Indeed," she seemed to hesitate before she spoke again but went ahead after a moment of silent debate. "I have a dress in my chamber that im sure will fit you. Its made from warm furs but still looks good, a young lady like you should be showing off her figure rather than hiding it sheep skins."

I felt uncomfortable saying no so i smiled and she took my hand and led me to her chambers.

I was told that Queen Cercei is usually reserved and quite yet the woman who I've met is neither. She really is rather nice.

A while later i was wearing a woolen full lenght dress that was extremely tight. Its bright red colour really complemented my skin tone. Queen Cercei was true to her work, it was very warm and indeed very flattering.

I thanked her immensely before leaving for my chambers.

When i got there Mother, Sansa and Arya were waiting there for me.

They all gasped when I walked in.

"Wow Anna," Arya exclaimed. "You look beautiful."

"Thanks Ary." I smiled at her.

"Where did you get that from?" Sansa asked looking appalled. All the Gods know she was jealous.

"Take that off, you look like a common whore." Mother scowled.

"Well then, when the queen asks why I've changed I'll let her know why." I smiled at my mother. Sansa eyes glared and I smirked.

I may look like her but we never see eye to eye.

"Your a girl, the mere age of ten and four. You should not be dressed like that."

"Well I am, and I will continue to wear the dress. I am almost a woman grown. Why are you here?" I asked bored of the conflict.

"Ive came to tell you three to pack your belongings." My jaw dropped at this. "Your father is taking up the position of hand of the king. You three are going with him!"

I just walked away whilst Sansa gushed, anyone could tell she was in love with that Joffrey prick.

"One more thing, Lyanna." My mother said and i looked at her. she looked normal but i could see a flicker of sadness in her eye.

"Yes?"

"You, have been betrothed. To Prince Joffrey."She said and i gasped. I instantly looked to Sansa who ad stopped mid sentance. Oh no.

"Oh, right. Excuse me." I turned around and left. As soon as I was far enough from my room I ran.

Where? I had no idea.

-x-

Right this is my first chapter, I had fun writing this because I felt as though I was expressing my feelings for the characters. I don't hate Catelyn, I just don't particularly like her. I also have no idea who to pair Lyanna with. Any ideas? Please let me know if this is good or not! I've never been a fan of my own writing and I could use some constructive criticism.

Thanks, Erica xoxo