BROKEN THINGS

Summary: Kyra Athens was a broken thing, thanks to Theon Greyjoy, Robb Stark, and Jon Snow. Time doesn't heal all wounds, it just festers it. She had been teased her entire childhood by Robb Stark and Theon Greyjoy, but never by Jon Snow. Except for that one time eight years ago. Now she and her family are back, and she finds out that her Lord Father and Mother are arranging a marriage for her to Robb Stark. Jon/OC and a bit Robb/OC. The story is more detailed than just the summary.

Author's Note: For those of you that read my other fanfictions, I know what you're thinking. I know you're probably tired of excuses, but the fact of the matter is, I just lack inspiration. For those of you who read Somewhere Over The Rainbows, I have most of the chapter written out, but I've come to an un-climatic part of the story, so I have no drive to write it. Besides, I've been in a Game of Thrones mood for months now, and out of respect to my fans, I've tried not to publish this yet, but I just...I just need to see if people would bother reading this.

Anyway, for those of you that are interested in reading the story, The Athens house is made up by me, including their history, town, and characters. I wrote everything out, including their family tree and play bys and who's in their household. Eventually, I will add on bits of info about the house after every chapter for further understanding, without spoiling anything.

Also, please tell me if you're a little lost when Kyra or Jon tries to explain things about her family or where she's from, and I'll post clearer explanations in the next chapter, or pm you.

Enjoy!

Prologue,

Jon and The Giant Grape

Kyra missed the wind. In Winterfell, it was just cold and dry. It was colder in Noxtown, to be sure, and the wind bit your face like tiny little knives, but it felt good. The stony ground, the mist they got from Sea Dragon Point, the thunder storms that vibrated off their stone castles and shook their floors. She missed it all. Well, it was home. She missed home.

To be honest, Winterfell itself wasn't that bad. She liked Lord Eddard, and his Lady Catelyn. Little Sansa was only five years old, but the perfect little lady. However, Kyra enjoyed the company of her younger sister, Arya, who was only three years old, but wild and headstrong, and seemed to enjoy the 12 year old's company. What made her stays at Winterfell unbearable were Theon Greyjoy and Robb Stark. The stays were at least once a year, and they often times stayed a month, and every time Kyra and her siblings visited, it was utter torture.

Oft times Kyra came with her entire family, her oldest brother Edwyle, her sister Alayaya, her other brother Lothar, and her other sister Aelinor. But eventually her two oldest siblings wed to their own noble spouses, and it left Kyra with Lothar and Aelinor, and now with her nephews that were close to her age. Well, one of them was a bastard, but not even her Lord Father thought that Bastards were any less family. Last year she had the company of her nephew and sister, with minimum involvement of Robb or Theon, except for the times when Theon would attempt to woo her older sister only to be shot down multiple times.

Jon, however... well, he was welcomed company. He wasn't like his half brother, or his father's ward. Not at all. Kyra smiled at the thought of him.

This year's annual Winterfell visit wasn't like the others. Lothar was training to be a knight, and Aelinor, now fourteen, was with their older sister Alayaya and her husband, Brandon Karstark, and their three babes, who would be two, and the twins would be five. Her nephews were also with Kyra's brother and his wife, Allyria. This left Kyra alone, for four long weeks. Her only decent companions was the child, Lady Sansa, and the babe, little Arya.

And Jon Snow. At least, that's what Kyra would like to think. He was nicer than his half brother, and especially Theon, but he hardly spent time with her. It was okay though, because boys didn't like to spend time with girls anyway, not to mention he was younger than her by two years. Kyra's mother said that boys mature slower than girls, but her father said that Bastards mature faster than normal children. If that's true, then Jon must be on the same page as her, right?

Kyra slid off her pony, and sat down on a stone in the area she found. The walls of Wintefell were getting too tight, but her parents refused to let her out to the Wolfswood. She didn't question why, her father was stubborn like that, but it wasn't like she was unfamiliar with the forest. She was twelve, and although she hadn't bled yet, Kyra felt old enough to be able to take rides without supervision. The most she got was the Godswood. She supposed it was good enough; she just needed to get away from Theon and Robb, who found it in their best interests to tease her about the way she looked. Or rather, the way she weighed.

She pulled out the rotten leathered bound books from her bag; she borrowed them from the library here. They were manuscripts about creatures that once were, like dragons, and birds just as large that would block out the sun with their wings. Such birds were her house's Sigil.

With her thick legs crossed on the large rock, Kyra enjoyed the gentle sounds of the wind hitting the branches, and the sound of her pony ripping at the grass on the floor. She missed the whistle of wind, but she suppose the Godswood was just as welcoming. She knew that she was being watched by the old gods, the gods of her father and his father, and his father before him, and so forth until her ancestor Doran the Dark. And that in itself was comforting... Until she heard the sound of distant laughter, and her fingers tightened on the ends of her book.

The laughter and chatter got closer, but Kyra, stubborn like her father, remained on her rock, her face buried in her book. In hindsight it probably wasn't a good idea to stay where she was, considering what happened.

"There you are," Came the mismatched voice of Theon Greyjoy. His voice sounded funny compared to the year previous. She heard her father's steward say it was probably because his balls had dropped. What ever that meant. "I could've sworn I heard your heavy footsteps leading this way."

Kyra remained silent.

"Look, Greyjoy, she brought her horse. Poor thing. Might have collapsed under her weight," That was Robb, who's voice sounded the same. When she first met Robb, she thought they would be friends. They were close of age, and from what Lady Catelyn had said, Robb was a sweet child. And at first, he was pretty friendly. Until Eddard brought home Theon as his ward.

"I'm surprised that rock hasn't collapsed, to be honest," Theon laughed. "A boulder on top of a boulder."

Kyra's fingers tightened again, her eyes loosing focus on the words on the page, her nose burying deeper into the book. Just ignore them. Maybe they'll go away...

"Are you listening, Boulder?" Theon walked right up to her, and pulled the bundle of pages away from her face. Kyra tried to turn away.

"Please, just leave me be," her voice was very small.

"What's that, Boulder, I couldn't quite hear you," Theon laughed, throwing a look back at Robb, who covered his mouth from laughing.

Kyra stood up suddenly, the book now shut and shoved into her bag. It wasn't ladylike to fight, that's what she was taught, even though she wasn't the best example of a lady, not compared to her sisters. And even if, she was so weak, she wouldn't be able to fight Theon Greyjoy, or even Robb Stark if she had tried. What would her father say? Surely she would be punished for hurting the Heir of House Stark, her mother's grandnephew.

"Have we upset you, Athens?" Robb asked, walking up to Theon's side.

Kyra didn't respond, but attempted to climb back on her pony, but with their eyes on her back, it threw her concentration off, and her pony whined when she put too much weight onto the side. The horse moved, causing Kyra to slip and land on her backside.

The silence of the Godswood was filled with the boys' laughter, and all Kyra could do was shut her eyes tightly, and daring herself not to cry in front of them. Her buttocks was sore from the hard ground, and her thick calves were scratched from sliding down on the stirrups, catching a little nick in the metal. Her pride was hurt most of all, as it ever was when ever she came to Winterfell.

She forced herself to stand up, feeling dirt on her skirt and on her legs, but she paid no mind. It wasn't new, she purposely wore this today so she could go riding. Just when she was about to climb again and gallop away, the sweetest of voices shouted from a near distance.

"Robb! Greyjoy! Kyra!" Came Jon's voice. Kyra for the first time turned around to see him a few feet away, "Dinner's almost done. Father wanted me to tell you."

Robb snorted, "Better get there fast, before Lady Boulder over there devours the whole thing."

Kyra whipped her head away from Jon, not wanting to see how much Robb's word stung her. It hurt more to be humiliated in front of him, than it did when he wasn't around. Giving up on the pony, Kyra took into the Godswood, running away from the three boys.

Jon looked between Greyjoy and Robb, and sighed. He never joined their chorus of teases on his second cousin, but then again, he never did anything about it. When they weren't around, Jon would find her alone somewhere, and took the effort to talk to her. She didn't say much, but she listened. He knew her for years, but he didn't know much about her, other than she was the youngest of her noble family, and had her own Bastard brothers as well as nephews, and sisters and nieces. Word is that Lord Raymund Athens had just as many bastards as King Robert, but treated them all like family. Of course, he remembered his father saying, that most of the Bastards live with their mothers in different cities all around Westeros, and he even lost track of them. The three that he knew well was Steffon Snow, Lys Snow, and Doran Snow, who was in Citadel to become a Maester. That didn't even cover the Bastards his oldest second-cousin had as well.

Theon and Robb were still mucking around, laughing at what ever jokes they made up for the day. Jon took his chance and followed Kyra's footsteps. It didn't take him long to find her, she hadn't gone that very far, not to mention, she wasn't very hard to spot. She looked like a giant purple grape sitting next to the Weirwood tree, staring into the water beneath. Jon liked grapes. Jon liked Kyra.

He paused at that thought. He liked Kyra? No, that didn't seem right... She was a noble, and he was a Bastard. She was his second cousin, first cousin to his Lord Father. He knew nothing about her, other than her family, and how she liked to read books. He knew that she would scrunch her nose up before she would cry, and would never make direct eye contact with anyone unless it was her father and mother. Jon knew that she bit her nails down to the skin, and that her ears glow red when people pay her any attention to her. He knew that her hair wasn't actually dark brown, but a red so deep that it could only be caught under the bright sun.

Jon was having a hard time looking away from her, feeling completely conflicted. She was a girl. He had no interest in girls. Not now at least, but he'd like to think that he had some youth left in him that he wouldn't turn into Theon, the way he paws at women now-a-days. And even if he did, could it really be Kyra to be the one that Jon paws at? There was another Kyra in Winterfell, just a servant's daughter. Nearly the same age. Kyra Athens paled in comparison to her. Well, at least, that's what most people would say...

He opened his mouth and took a step foreword, but before he could call to her, to ask her to come with him, or at least say something to make her feel better... Theon's voice cut through the air like a rusty dirk.

"Snow! What are you doing?"

He was caught off guard completely, and his mouth parted as his mind jumbled, trying to find the right thing to say. But for what ever ungodly reason, the word "grape" came back into his mind.

"I-I thought I saw a giant grape next to the Weirwood. It was only Kyra."

Jon winced before the cackles of his father's ward broke the air. He slowly turned around, and all the life drained out of his face.

Kyra stared at him with wide, glassy eyes, her lips open apart. Her book tumbled from her finger tips and landed at the base of the pond, the tips of the page dampening. Of all the places she came for comfort, under the eyes of the Old Gods always seemed to work. Except for now. She was humiliated. In front of Them. In front of Theon, Robb, even her horse, and him. The worst thing of all, in the deepest pit of her stomach, she wasn't surprised. She was just disappointed that her gut was right. Jon Snow was exactly like the other two. But he was worse. He led her to believe that he was a friend.

She pushed herself up and ran off, trying to hide from all their eyes. Even the Gods... Kyra was sure that they were laughing too... If they weren't, they would have answered her prayers years ago.

That was the last day Kyra Athens was in Winterfell, and the last day Jon Snow ever heard of her.

Thanks for reading this far! I'll be posting the Athens' family tree in the next chapter :) R&R are appreciated!

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