Chapter 1: Winterfell

This is the first chapter of season 1 and I'll quickly write things you'll see in this fanfic – yes, Tommen and Lyra will be betrothed and eventually married so there will be no Margaery/Tommen in this – sorry. Myrcella and Lyra are best friends until she is sent to Dorne as she is betrothed in season 2. Lyra and Arya will be maintaining contact throughout the series without Cersei and Joffrey knowing (Tommen will know but he wouldn't tell a soul). Jamie will become friends with Lyra by around season 4. Lyra will also maintain contract with Bran and Rickon and also her family. So expect letters in some chapters. Lyra will also NOT be featured in season 3 – this is because Tommen isn't feature and also story wise it wouldn't make sense. I'll be making a chapter about what happened while Tommen and Lyra are in King's Landing in season 3.

By the way, if you are wondering about the title – it is based on the new song by Sabrina Carpenter and Sofia Carson (my favourite artists) called Wildside which is basically for the new Disney Channel Original Movie called "Adventures in Babysitting" which celebrates 100 DCOMs. It's an amazing song and I recommend it for anyone to listen to.

Lyra is portrayed in this story by Sabrina Carpenter (Maya Hart from 'Girl Meets World')

I sit cross-legged on the ground focused on my needlework. It was hard to begin with but with Sansa's help, I finally got the hang of it unlike Arya. "Well done, Lyra," Septa Mordane said. I smiled as Septa Mordane congratulates Sansa on her needlework. "I helped Lyra with her corners," Sansa added. I looked over at mother as she sees father walking towards her.

"Do you have to go?" she asked. "He swore an oath, Cat," father added. I see Cassel talking as well. "The law is law, my lady," he added. "Tell Bran he's coming too," father added.

"Ned, ten is too young to see such things," mother added.

"He won't be a boy forever," father added. "And winter is coming."

I stood up and walked towards mother. "Mother, is it true that Bran is going to see a deserter?" I asked. "And to see the deserter's head chopped off?"

"Lyra," mother said. "You are too young to understand."

"I'm eleven," I added. "I'm a year older than Bran. I can handle blood and Bran can't – he is only ten."

I walked off to finish my needlework. It was nightfall as my brothers came home with seven direwolves. I looked at my puppy and named her Sofina.

A few months later, I found out the King and his family was coming from King's Landing to visit Jon Arryn – who was the hand of the king – in the crypts. "Mother said to get ready," Sansa said that morning of their arrival. "I hope Queen Cersei and King Robert accept father's offer of me betrothing Joffrey

"Of course he will," I added. "He is next in line for the throne, isn't he?"

"Yes," she answered as we got dressed.

"I wish I could marry a king," I sighed. "But I'm too young."

"You are the same age as Joffrey's brother – Tommen," she said. "Maybe if you ask Mother you could marry Tommen when you two come of age."

"Mother would never let me marry into the same family as you," I added.

We both walked outside and stand next to my mother. "Where's Arya?" mother asked. "Sansa, Lyra, where's your sister?"

I see more riders with banners as well as Joffrey and the Hound. Arya runs across to join us.

"Hey, hey, hey, hey. What are you doing with that on?" father asked. He pulls of Arya's helm. Arya pushes Bran as I stood next to Sansa. I see Robert lumber out of the carriage. "Your grace," my father said to Robert.

"You've got fat," Robert said. My father gives Robert a look of which told him 'what about you?' "Your grace," mother said.

"Nine years," Robert continued. "Why haven't I seen you? Where the hell have you been?"

"Guarding the North for you, your grace. Winterfell is yours," father added. I see Cersei, Myrcella and Tommen exit from the carriage. "Who have we here?" Robert asked.

"You must be Robb." Robb nods to Robert. He turns to Sansa. "My, you're a pretty one." He turns to me. "You are also a pretty one." I smiled as he turned to Arya. "Your name is?" "Arya," she added. He turns to Bran. "Ooh, show us your muscles. You'll be a soldier."

I see Jamie Lannister take off his helmet as I stood there continuing to count the people. "My queen," we added greeting Cersei who had a sickly sweet smile towards us.

"Take me to your crypt," Robert added. "I want to pay my respects."

"We've been riding for a month, my love," Cersei added. "Surely the dead can wait."

"Ned," Robert said.

"Where's the Imp?" Arya asked Cersei.

"Arya, don't make things worse for the queen," I said. "She's been riding for a month. I'm sorry about her." Cersei nods and looks over towards Jamie 'Kingslayer' Lannister.

"Where is our brother?" she asked, Jamie as she walked back. "Go find the little beast."

I sat on Sansa's bed as my mother helps Sansa get dress. "Do you think Joffrey will like me?" Sansa asked. "What if he thinks I'm ugly?"

"He will like you, Sansa," I added.

"If he doesn't he is the stupidest prince that ever lived," mother added.

"He's so handsome," Sansa added. I saw mother roll her eyes. "When would we be married? Soon or do we have to wait?"

"Hush now, your father hasn't even said yes," mother added.

"Why would he say no?" Sansa asked. "He'd be the second most powerful man in the kingdoms."

"He'd have to leave home," mother answered. "He'd have to leave me. And so would you."

"Oh please," I added. "You had to leave your home to come here."

"Of course you did, mother and I'd be queen someday," Sansa added. "Please make father say yes."

"Sansa," mother said.

"Please, please," Sansa added. "It's the only thing I ever wanted."

"What about me?" I asked. "Maybe I want to be married into their house? Maybe father could consider me to marry Tommen?"

"Perhaps," mother added. "Your father is also considering Myrcella marrying Robb as well. I'll ask him to consider it."

At the banquet, I sat with Sansa looking disgruntled at Robert getting drunk by the minute. I notice that Cersei was observing Sansa and I. Sansa and I stood up and walked towards them.

"Hello, little doves," she said. "But you are both beautiful. How old are you two?"

"I'm eleven, your grace," I said.

"I'm thirteen, your grace," Sansa answered.

"You're tall. Still growing?" Cersei asked Sansa.

"I think so, your grace," Sansa answered.

"Are you growing too?" Cersei asked me.

"Yes, I haven't grown much, your grace," I added.

"And have you two bled yet?" she asked the both of us. I looked uncomfortable.

"No, your grace," we both answered.

"And your dresses?" Cersei asked. "Who made them?"

"We both did, your grace," I added.

"Such talent," Cersei added. "You both must make something for me."

Sansa departs as I stood there.

"I heard you've asked your father about another betrothal?" Cersei asked. "To my son, Tommen?"

"Yes, your grace," I added.

"We accept your offer, Lyra," she added. "And we'll wait until you are of age. In the meantime, you have to live in King's Landing with us." I nodded. "Thank you, your grace," I added.

I hope you all like it. I've already written Season One and a bit of Season Four. I'll be writing Season Two soon. It took me about two hours to write season one during the weekend :) But yeah just remember to favorite/review as I will love to hear from you all. Any input you can message me.