Requiem

By

Everysonghasanending

Chapter One

Rating: T

Warnings: Some strong language.

If one happened to be riding along the Kingsroad this particular day, they would have been greeted with the most splendid of sights. A barrage of knights upon mighty steeds held a steady pace alongside a ornate carriage, woven banners proudly displaying the Baratheon and Lannister sigils rose high into the sky, signalling to all who could see that this was the royal convoy, accompanying King Robert Baratheon, First of his name, with his family, to the Northern city of Winterfell. It was a tiresome journey, a whole month spent on the road, yes, the road from Kings Landing to Winterfell was not a pleasant one, but one Robert seemed adamant to take. With the King travelled the entire royal family, his Queen, the beautiful Cersei Lannister sat with her children within the royal carriage, especially designed for comfort for such long journeys, to the Queen's right sat her eldest son and heir to the realm, Joffrey. To her left, sat the pretty and delicate Myrcella, on her lap nestled her youngest son, Tommen and finally, sat opposite her mother in the carriage, Aliana Baratheon, the King and Queen's eldest child.

Ana watched her mother and siblings, only a short distance separated them but it felt more like an abyss, their blonde hair and blue eyes clearly favouring the Lannister genes, whilst her raven black tresses and amber freckled green eyes clearly favoured the Baratheon genes. You would not think this posed a problem for the young princess, but be assured it matter a great deal. Whilst she knew her mother loved her a great deal, many things could be said about Cersei but her love and devotion for her children was unprecedented, it was just, Ana felt she perhaps favoured Joff, Myrcella and Tommen on a greater level to herself. She could not quite understand her mother's mind at time, for she had all her mother beauty and intelligence yet the fact that her hair was dark pushed the woman away at times; it was just one of the many things which kept the dark haired beauty awake at night.

Turning her gaze towards the window, slender fingers pulled back the curtains slightly, just enough so the Princess could peak outside. Not much had changed since the last him she had peered, the green hills still rolled off into the distance, yet there was one change, the sky which had previously been the most wonderful shade of blue had darkened, the wind rustled the trees and the chill could be felt from the window pane. Ana frowned and slumped back in her seat, allowing the curtain to fall back into place "What is wrong little love?" he mothers voice sounded across the carriage "and sit up straight, a Princess does not slouch."

Resisting the urge to roll her eyes, Ana straightened her posture, receiving a warm smile from Cersei "nothing mother, I just wish father hadn't insisted we accompany him on this journey" she spoke truthfully.

"You and me both child, but it shan't be much longer" The Queen spoke as she ran a hand through her youngest sons hair.

Joffrey scoffed loudly "you have been saying that for days, mother" the young Prince commented, the arrogance evident in his voice. Don't get her wrong, Ana loved her younger brother but he was the perfect example of a mother's overbearing nature and a fathers disdain and absence "father making us travel all the way to bleeding Winterfell, the Stark's are nothing but trumped up wildlings and the whole realm knows it."

Ana frowned at his statement, she opened her mouth ready to offer a rebuttal when Tommen's small voice cut her short "I'm looking forward to seeing Winterfell" he stated causing the sides of Ana's lips to curl up into a smile.

Cersei kissed her sons head, her lips pursing into a tight smile "very nice my sweet" she spoke dismissively.

The carriage came to a sudden halt "Surely we can't be there?" Ana asked her confusion apparent. The door opened to reveal Cersei's brother and their uncle, Jaime Lannister in his splendid shining armour and white cloak "is there a problem Uncle?"

Jaime smiled with a shake of his head "not at all dear, the King has requested that Prince Joffrey is to ride horseback the rest of the way" he spoke, relaying the King's message, putting it into more delicate and tactful words than the King had used. 'Kingslayer, get my son, I won't have the whole of fucking Winterfell thinking that he is a sissy boy.' Had been the King's exact words. Ana watched as a disgruntled Joffrey left the carriage the door slamming behind him and the carriage quickly began moving once more.

It didn't take long for them to reach Winterfell after that, the Royal children copied their mothers actions in putting on thick fur cloaks, Ana bending down to help Tommen's with his clasp before sitting back up; the carriage came to a halt once more , Ana relishing in the ceasing of the swaying and jerky movement of their transport, the door opened and Ana stepped out first, she immediately spotted the Stark family, Ned Stark had always been a unmissable man, he was tall and broad and looked quite weathered in all honesty, spending large quantities of time in the North obviously took its toll on ones appearance. Stepping down with the help of Jaime, Ana turned to lift Tommen down and stood off to the side where Myrcella quickly joined them.

Joffrey sat still in his saddle, as Ana and her two younger siblings watched their father's happy exchange with his old friend, a small smile swept across her face at her father's joy, she struggled to recall the last time she had seen her father smile as such. The Queen walked forward, offering her hand to Ned, who hesitated before placing a kiss upon the milky flesh "Ned, show me to your tombs, I wish to pay my respects" Roberts boisterous voice echoed across the courtyard.

"We have been travelling for a month, my love, surely the dead can wait" Cersei argued lightly, still Robert took no note and soon departed with his friend. Cersei offered the rest of the Stark family a tight smile before turning to walk back to her own family "where is our brother?" she asked upon passing Jaime, of course she was referring to Tyrion Lannister, or the Imp as he seemed to be known as in the North. Ana quickly looked around and saw no sign of her other uncle, come to think of it, she hadn't seen him for days. Jaime stalked off, following his sister's demand and then Cersei turned to her own children, signalling for them to greet the Starks.

Ana took Myrcella and Tommen's hand in her own and walked toward to remainder of the Stark family "Lady Stark" the raven haired girl greeted with a warm but small smile "I thank you for your hospitality" she spoke delicately as they bowed towards her.

"The pleasure is all ours" Catelyn Stark replied, offering a smile of her own "May I present my children. My eldest son, Robb…"

Moving along the line, Ana stopped in front of the handsome stark boy "My Lady" he greeted in a friendly manner, a wide smirk spreading across his features. Ana felt slight warmth spread across her cheeks at his actions, she was a beautiful girl, she was use to admirers, however the butterflies in her stomach were a new development, with a quick nod, she turned her head away and moved along the line, she just hoped he hadn't seen her naive reaction.

He had.

Robb had spotted the Baratheon Princess almost the second she had stepped out of the carriage, she was such a contrast the other royal children that she was hard to overlook, raven black, wavy hair, she definitely favoured the Baratheon side, although the beauty of her mother was evident in the Princess's face, thankfully, he shuddered to imagine what she would have looked like had she favoured the Kings features. He watched as his mother introduced them to his siblings, he took this time to quickly glance back over his shoulder sharing a knowing look with his brother, Jon, before turning his attention back to the King's entourage, trying desperately to hide the smirk on his face; his mother would surely clip his ears if she saw.

Luckily introductions didn't last a great deal longer and after the Royal family had been shown to their stay rooms, he wandered back out to the courtyard, Grey Wind close to his heels; he quickly spotted Jon and Theon "So, what do you make of em?" Theon asked curtsey now pushed well aside.

Robb chuckled "well I was right about the Prince, he is a royal prick" he muttered, god forbid if any Lannister's were to hear his words "the other's seem alright."

Theon laughed "Jon 'ere told me about your lingering eyes on the Princess."

"She's pretty" Robb replied, accompanied by a shrug of his broad shoulders, he doubted this was the end of their teasing.

"She's beautiful" Jon supplied.

Robb rubbed the stubble which spread across his chin "Aye, but she's the King's eldest, watch your tongues or he'll have them out" he played slapping them both over the shoulders.

"Maybe you should tell him about Theon, 'ere. Imagine the peace and quiet we'd 'av" Jon somewhat joked, causing his brother to laugh at the suggestion, as Theon scowled, obviously failing to see the funny side of Jon's joke.

Theon's scowl burned into the back of Jon's dark hair "I'm taking this from a bastard" he spat, him and Jon had never really shared a good relationship, but Robb had dared to hope that their fights were a thing of the past.

Jon tensed at Theon's words, a cloud of anger washed across his features, a look that only spelt trouble, turning his gaze back to his father's ward, Robb defended his brother "he didn't mean anything by it, now calm down" he demanded, his voice hard and firm, trying his best to mimic his father's intimidating and powerful tone.

"You call me a bastard, but you're a Greyjoy and in these parts that's ten times worse."

Jon words surprised Robb, the harshness and bitterness of the statement which sounded foreign coming from Jon's tongue. Robb had no time to react before Theon launched himself at Jon, tackling him to the ground with a mighty force "seven hells!" Robb cried out, doing his best to pull the two men off each other.

Down within the crypts of Winterfell, Ned listened anxiously as Robert announced his real reason for travelling all the way to Winterfell, even if he already knew, Ned needed to hear it from the King "… I'm not trying to honour you. I'm trying to get you to run my kingdom while I eat, drink, and whore my way to an early grave. Damn it, Ned, stand up." Ned followed his instruction and rose from his kneeling position. "You helped me win the Iron Throne, now help me keep the damn thing. We were meant to rule together. If your sister had lived, we would have been bound by blood. Well, it's not too late. I have a son, you have a daughter. We'll join our Houses. I'll even do it twice over and betroth Ana to your eldest; gods know I wouldn't want her to marry anyone else!"

Ned was almost at a loss of what to say, too much information tried to process in his mind at once, Hand of the King, Marriage between their houses twice over, of course they were great honours Robb would marry a Princess and Sansa would become Queen one day, but was that what he wanted for his children? The answer to that was no, especially for Sansa, at her age the idea may sound like the greatest in the world but that boy gave him shivers, he was too much of a Lannister for his liking, still he could not deny his King. "Aye, we'll join our houses" he spoke with a swift nod.

"Good!" Robert patted Ned on the shoulder "It will be announced tonight!" And with that final sentence Robert left the crypt, leaving Ned alone. He stared at Lyanna's crypt for a moment; he had imagined a life where his sister had not died, things would be different that was a certainty, alas something were just meant to be.

Walking swiftly from the tomb, Ned stepped out onto the courtyard, his eyes squinting as they adjusted from the darkness of the tombs to the brightness of day. He immediately noticed Jon and Theon brawling in the middle of the courtyard as Robb tried desperately to pull them apart, a low growl emitted from the new Hand. He had enough on his mind without this childish fight, without their bickering to worry about also.

"Enough!" Eddard's voice boomed across the courtyard, the three boys stopped and looked immediately towards their Lord who was currently stalking towards them, his face thunderous. Jon and Theon quickly scrambled to their feet, quickly dusting off their clothes "What is the meaning of this?" Ned demanded as his eyes moved from his sons to his ward, looking for an explanation, frowning the Warden of the North, shook his head "This is completely unacceptable! We have the King in our company, what would he think if he saw you lot brawling out in public!?"

"Sorry Sir" Jon and Theon replied in unison, their heads hung low with embarrassment.

"Now go and a clean up before Lady Stark see's you" he commanded and the boys quickly hurried off, leaving Robb alone with his father. Turning to his eldest son, Ned offered a small smile "I thought their fights were a thing of the past."

Robb frowned "me too" he agreed.

Ned rubbed his chin "walk with me, son" he asked Robb nodded, turning to follow his father, not before noticing a figure watching him from one of the windows in the keep, he immediately knew who it was, Ana Baratheon, the long, dark hair made her unmissable, with a quick nod, Robb followed his father with a smile on his face.

Sansa had stalked away from the window with a very unladylike scoff as the two men began brawling in the courtyard; obviously she was quite appalled at their behaviour. Ana had raised a dark eyebrow at the spectacle, if she had been even slightly amused by the fight, her face held no such signs of it, she remained just as stoic and emotionless as a statue. Apparently the red-haired Stark girl had taken to her very quickly, she had been the only girl even remotely close to her age but still the four years was still a vast gap. Ana continued to watch the scene whilst Sansa had wondered over to her bed, where a dress laid out neatly upon the furs, the one Ana had chosen to wear for the feast that evening. "It is ever so beautiful" Sansa's sweet voice cooed over the silence.

"What is?" Ana asked idly, her gazed still fixated on the fight which Lord Stark had now broken up.

"Your dress, Princess" Sansa replied with a sugary giggle, heavens this girl was far too sickly sweet, every word, every action, all tell tale signs that she wanted more than too be a Lady of the North and in all honesty, Ana could see Sansa fitting in perfectly at Kings Landing, perhaps even more so than herself. Turning her head ever so slightly, Ana offered the girl a tight smile, she deserved more but it was all the young Princess could muster at that time, she was tired and she was cold, the fire was lit in her room and it was evident that it had been for a while as the smell of smoke seemed to cling ever so slightly in the air. She should be courteous that Lady Stark had taken the trouble of making sure that their stay rooms would be warmer by their arrival, but the chill seemed to cling to her body, chills that not even the fire could warm.

Down in the courtyard the boys had dispersed, Lord Stark had gestured for his oldest son to follow, but before he did, Robb glanced directly at her, resisting the urge to move away, Ana held his stare before he finally followed his father, that arrogant smirk once again present on his face. Frowning, Ana finally moved from the window, turning her attention back towards Sansa "Who were those men fighting in the courtyard?"

Sansa quickly looked up from the gown, her nimble fingers dropping the satin sleeve, she frowned slightly "My father's ward, Theon Greyjoy and Jon Snow, his…his bastard" she answered hesitantly, discontent laced her words, something which Ana quickly picked up on and let herself chuckle about, oh this girl would do just splendidly in the Capital.

"So he's your brother?" the princess tested, the corner of her lip twitching up to smirk. Sansa turned a rather unpleasant shade of red as her mouth repeatedly opened and closed, trying to find anything of a rebuttal, she did not want the Princess to know anything that would spoil her chances with Joffrey. With a roll of her eyes, Ana finally wilted and put the girl out of her misery "calm down child, I was simply teasing. You have honestly no reason to be so embarrassed." She chuckled as she perched on edge of her bed "my father has many bastards" she shrugged simply.

"But yours weren't raised with you, it's shameful and it embarrasses my mother."

Ana's eyebrow quipped "no, they don't, could you imagine my mother if they did?" she chuckled, hoping to stir a little laughter from Sansa also, alas the child remained stoic, staring at her eyes wide of shock. "Well…" Ana cleared her throat, shifting uncomfortably on her bed "If you wouldn't mind, dear Sansa, I wish to rest before the banquet this evening."

Sansa nodded quickly offering a small, meek smile "rest well Princess, I shall see you this evening" she spoke before leaving the room. Once the door clicked shut, Ana released a loud groan as she fell back on her bed, was everyone in the North this stern? If they were, then this was surely to be one of the most boring trips.

Ned and Robb had strolled to the Godswood, they had walked in silence but he knew he would have to tell Robb about his betrothal to the princess within moments, although it worried him slightly too how he would react. Sansa would be ecstatic, that was a fact, she had always been somewhat of a dreamer, often getting lost within her own imagination and the news of her betrothal to Prince Joffrey would be as if all her hopes and dreams were coming true. Robb however, he was more of a realist, he was Ned's heir, his first born son and was more like him than any other of his children, he would not like this match, he would honour it but Ned knew if he had his choice he would have married a daughter of a Northern family and save himself the hardships of having the Lannister's as your wife's parents. At least his wife would be one of the most beautiful women in Westeros, had Robb been your average boy, this probably would have been a great comfort to his son, unfortunately like his father Robb understood there was more to beauty than just the physical.

"Is there anything in particular you wished to speak to me about, father?" Robb spoke, lulling Ned from his trance.

"Aye and I don't think you'll like it much" he frowned slightly taking a seat beneath the weirwood, motioning for Robb to join him. Clasping his hand in front of him Ned sighed deeply "you are too marry" he stated cutting straight to the point, no use skirting around it, it would change the outcome.

Robb was taken aback slightly at his father's confession, he shouldn't have been surprised really, he was a man now, it was only a matter of time until he would have to marry, it was just that the time came a little quicker than he had anticipated. Swallowing the lump in his throat, he nodded slowly "to who?" he asked, curious to find out who his new wife was to be.

Ned sighed once more for this part "the Princess Aliana" he uttered gruffly. "Seven hells" mumbled Robb, rubbing at his temple, sure the woman was nice to look at, beautiful actually but if she were anything like her mother he was surely in for a lifetime of misery. "And Sansa is to marry the Prince" Ned continued, his lips pulling into a frown at that thought. Pushing his disdain for the young prince to one side, Eddard clasped his hand over his sons shoulder, squeezing lightly "you could do worse" he stated in an attempt to lighten the mood.

Robb hung his head slightly "I know…it's not the Princess who bothers me, it's her mother and father." He admitted with a slight shrug.

Ned's laughter boomed around the Godswood before agreeing "Aye, but at least you will be up here and with any luck they won't visit often."

"How could you do this Robert?" Cersei hissed, her hand soothing small circles into her eldest daughters back as cried into her shoulder. They were sat on the edge of Ana's bed, whilst Robert's eyes narrowed at the pair, a grunt escaped his lips, although Ana had seemingly favoured him in most things, right now Robert was not certain who his daughter took more after. Had he of been in her situation, he would have shouted, screamed, thrown things, Cersei would have suppressed the emotion and waved it past as her duty, but Ana, well Ana's fierce tears were something most unexpected, rather annoying also, truth be told. Although part of his annoyance was down to how uncomfortable his daughter made him, how fragile they made him, it was almost tempting to revoke the engagement, however Robert was nothing if not a stubborn man and his decisions would not be swayed so easily.

"Seven hells woman, it is a good match any idiot can see it!"

Cersei scowled at her husband, her own blue eyes narrowing at Robert "You have already united the houses with Joff and the eldest girl, why must Ana be wed to one also!" she demanded as she began to run her slender fingers through her daughters raven locks.

Robert glanced at them over the goblet of wine in his hand, he frowned once more "gods be good" he mumbled "pull yourself together girl, Robb Stark is a fine young lad, he will make a fine husband."

"I don't deny that!" Ana screeched from her mother's side, her breathing hitched, a brief glare of fury flashed across her eyes, before they softened once more "I will just be so far away from you and mother" she uttered, looking up to Cersei who offered her a sympathetic smile "When is the wedding to be?"

"After the next moon" he replied gruffly, seeing his wife and daughters eyes widen with horror "Robert, you cannot expect me to miss my own daughter's wedding, no it will happen before we leave."

Ana took little comfort in her mother's words, yet still her heart seemed to skip a beat in her chest, they were going to be leaving within a fortnight and she would be left here, alone with nothing but her new husband and his family in this desolate wilderness, curse the gods for doing this to her. Ana had always been wary at the thought of marriage; she knew that she would be married off to another great house of her father's choosing, yet it scared her, she had never been around a man and wife who genuinely cared and loved one another, her parents were far from the perfect example of a good marriage, their fights haunted the Red Keep most evenings and she had seen the bruises on her mother's fair skin, her father could be the most dastardly man with his whoring and drinking, she couldn't help but wonder if her husband would become like that also? But, the Starks were honourable, or so people kept saying, good, modest people, Ana could scoff at that, no body was that perfect, no body.

Robert grumbled "fine, it will be within the week" his voiced boomed across the room as he swiftly exited, he had no time for crying girls. Once he had left, Ana sank deeper into her mother embrace, her sobs becoming louder.

The feast was a dismal affair or so Ana thought so, everyone else seemed to be having the splendid time, her father especially, he could not believe the audacity of that man, he was drunk, once again and grabbing at any woman who just so happened to walk by. Her lip curled into a snarl, in that moment she felt nothing but pure hatred for the man she called her father. She looked towards her mother who sat next to her, her expression perfectly stoic as she watched her husband, Ana had no idea how she did it, all the abuse he hurled at her, all the whore he flaunted around, it would drive a normal wife mad with anger, but Cersei Lannister was no ordinary wife, no, she was a lioness.

Ana listened idly as her mother and Lady Stark made idle chatter, although she paid no real attention, reaching for her goblet of wine she sipped the fruity mixture and found herself pleasantly surprised, she had half expected it to taste like piss. Setting the goblet back down, she began to drum her finger against the wooden arm rest of her chair, stopping abruptly as her mother sent her a stern look. Rolling her eyes she shifted uncomfortably in her chair as Sansa approached their table and began conversing with her mother, she took this opportunity to stretch her legs a little, she had been sat down for a while and she could feel herself going numb from the hardened chair seat, it was not the most comfortable thing she had ever sat on.

The chair slid back, scraping against the stone floor and she gracefully rose to her feet, smoothing out any creases that might been on her skirts, stepping from around the table, Ana briskly walked past the Stark children, giving the youngest daughter, Arya she believed her name to be a quick nod and a smile, making all the efforts to ignore Robb and the Iron Islander.

"She's sure got a stick up her arse" Theon grumbled into his goblet, rolling his eyes at the Princess.

Robb growled lightly "Theon" he warned, sending his friend a dangerous glare.

Theon released a curt laugh, holding up his hands in defence "Sorry, sorry, shouldn't speak that way about your missus" he snickered causing Robb to groan, lowering his head "maybe she'll loosen up once you give her a good ole fuck" he laughed clasping him over the shoulder.

Frowning, Robb shot Theon another warning glance, leaning closer to his father's ward "Do you want the Queen to hear you?" he hissed, as Theon simple shrugged and went back to his drinking. Robb shook his head and leant forwards on the large table, resting his weight upon his forearms, his hazel eyes sought out Ana almost instantly, he couldn't deny that she was quite beautiful, especially in that emerald green dress which matched her eyes and her long raven curls tumbling down her back. He watched as she travelled gracefully around the room, she reeked of superiority and elegance and even in her stance you could tell she was regal. Her posture was straight, her shoulder back and her head held high as small hands clasped firmly in front of her, her face was unreadable, yet with once eyebrow slight cocked, her large eyes seemed to be examining everything and everyone… judging them, he could see it as plain as day now, her expression was not one of curiosity but one of pure judgment, something which stirred the anger within the Stark heir.

"Arya!" A sudden high pitched shrill sounded across the room; Robb looked towards his sister, Sansa who, with the help of the Poole girl was frantically trying to wipe off a greyish paste from her cheek, he couldn't contain his laughter at this, neither could the rest of the table. Glancing towards his mother, Catelyn sent him a stern look, silently asking him to deal with this situation, sighing lightly, Robb rose from his seat and walked towards Arya "Right, come one, bed." He ordered lightly, helping her from the bench. As expected his little sister resisted a little, but followed him out of the hall.

"But I'm not even tired" she whined as they climbed the steps to her bedroom.

Robb chuckled "No, but you embarrassed mother in front of the Queen and Sansa in front of the Prince."

The young girl scoffed at that "but the Prince is a prick" she stated firmly.

Robb was both shocked and humoured at her words, he was tempted to laugh but he could just picture his mother's horror if she heard such words coming from her youngest daughter's mouth, crouching down to her level Robb looked his younger sister in the eyes. "Don't let mother catch you saying those words or you won't be allowed outside for a month, do you hear me?" Arya nodded slowly with a frown "Good, now come on to bed."

"Robb?"

"Yes, Arya?"

"Are you really going to marry the princess?" she asked as they entered her bed chambers, she immediately kicked off her boots, leaving them in the middle of the floor.

Robb sighed "Aye, it would seem so. We are to be married by the end of the week" he replied sombrely, Arya frowned at this as she climbed into her bed, Robb took note of this and raised an eyebrow "Why? Don't you like her?" he asked as he tucked the covers over her small body.

Arya turned to face him with a screwed up face "Not really…she seems boring like Sansa" she mumbled above a yawn.

Chuckling, Robb shook his head "Well, maybe she will surprise you" he suggested placing a quick kiss atop of her head "now, sleep tight and no sneaking out of bed!"

Arya bid her brother goodnight and Robb quietly left the room after blowing out the candle, the glow of the fire emitted enough light to illuminate the room just enough, gently closing the door behind him, he walked back down the steps, thoughts of Ana weighing on his mind, he wanted to march to his father and demand that he call off the engagement but that damned Stark honour got in the way, silently he cursed the trait, the woman was cold, judgmental and shrewd, everything a man would not wish for in a wife and would have to marry her, have children with her…gods, children he hadn't even thought about that. It was in that moment that Robb Stark made an oath that any children he had with Aliana Baratheon would spend as much time with him as possible, he would not be a ghost of a father like the King and risk his children turning out like his own and they would carry the Lannister gene, so that was a definite possibility.

Wow, that was long first chapter. Anyway, welcome to my story, Requiem, I do hope you enjoyed that first chapter and I hope I have done the characters, which G.R.R Martin created, justice. I love ASOIAF so, so much and the HBO series is just phenomenal.

So yes, I have decided to write this story for a number of reasons, one of the main ones being that it is helping me deal with Robb Starks death, yes the Red Wedding has ruined me, but it was still awesome at the same time. Part of me wants to hate G.R.R Martin for killing him off but a part of me still loves him, because that is what makes the series so great, it is so unpredictable.

Anyway, I really hope you enjoy this story and much as I enjoy writing it, so please review and tell me what you think.

PS: All rights are reserved to G.R.R Martin and HBO, I own nothing except my OC characters. Oh and also I had nearly completed this story when I figured out I was spelling Arya wrong, I have gone back over it again and again and think I got them all but if I haven't I'm truly sorry!