I ride through the woods, the bitter cold winds gusting through my long brown locks as the stallion under me glides around the thick trees. Some arrow wizzes past me, close enough I could hear the wood cracking with the wind. I trot ahead grabbing an arrow from the quiver at my side and swings my bow from my back letting go of the reins turning seeing a figure on a black horse flashing around the trees. I let an arrow fly and hits the figure, only on his material of his clothes and grabs the rein with one hand, skidding to a holt. I kept my eyes on the black hooded figure as he pulls the arrow from his clothing chucking it to the ground. "You could have scraped me", He groaned, the hood rising to look straight at me.

"Well you would have deserved it. You almost hit me Theon!". I put the bow on my back turning the horse to face the young boy as he pulls down his hood. His mousy blonde hair hanging in curls past his ear and his eyes tired looking. "I didn't mean to, my lady. It was only meant to scare you.". My eyes guided up to his, shaking my head, with a sigh escaping my lips. "Be careful. You really need to work, on your aim."

"You know I'm better with a sword Cenera. The bow is for cowards. Who needs distance to kill someone? Why not face to face?" He rose a bushy brow at me with a smirk on his lips. "It's less barbaric. Plus, it takes more skill to use a bow. Would explain why a halfwit like yourself cannot master it". I don't know what he thought but he looked kind of hurt by that comment. "You will get better, just keep pract….." I turned my head fast hearing hooves in the distance and another horse came out of the clearing in the woods. The animal was ridden by a darker haired man. Wearing the colours of the northerners, his cloak covered in the skin of one of his previous kills. He skidded to a holt next to me. "Theon, what did my father say about bringing her out hear", He said, the huskiness of his voice more distinctive as usual. "Quit being a spoil sport. If father wants me to stay in Winterfell, then he should tell me himself." I looked at the boy. "What is wrong? Why did he send you?"

"The king is coming from kings landing. Father expects you all to be home to gret them". He kept his head low. I knew he meant me and the rest of my siblings…..not Jon. "I'll ride back then. We were done hear anyway". I nodded at Theon, "I'll see you back at the castle". I gripped the reins getting the horse in motion and headed towards HOME!.

The Forrest was deep and cold from the winter winds that came from the wall. We all knew that winter was coming, but this winter seamed worse than any cold months that we have experienced. The snow already settling on the ground which was unusual, even for the long winter. The greens slowly fading away under the cold ground. I looked around as I rode through the trees. I hoped this winter didn't last as long as the last did. I came out of the woods and up the road towards the stone gates to Winterfell. The gates opened as I came to the foot of them, greeted by the servants, surprised none of the siblings were in the court yard. I demounted my horse, taking her down to the stables. The horses were restless today, all pacing in their stables. I closed mine inside her area, taking the reins off and the saddle "There you are!" A migit ran at me and hugged my legs. I looked down at my youngest brother who barley came to my hip. I picked him up smiling kissing his hair "I was only out in the woods little brother. Come on lets get you inside the warm" I headed from the stables and inside up the marble stairs into the main dining room. The servants were scaling around the castle, rushing around with food and preparations for the arrival of the royal family. I didn't know what the big deal was. Why was we prepping a huge feast by the looks of it. "So your back then?" A familiar voice came from behind me. I put Rickon down and turned around to stare at the worst person in this castle. My Twin "Did you tell father I had gone again!" I shoved him slightly

"No that was actually Sansa. I'v been prepping to go out with father." I stood tall in front of me in his riding gear "A run away from the wall. "

"Does he have to do this now". I sighed. Knowing exactly what they were heading out to do.

"You know he does. Its his duty" He pulled me into his arms. For a northerner, his blood actually ran warm. The hug was stuffy, but I embraced it taking in his heat. I could hear his heart racing. Something was wrong. I looked up at him wondering what was on his mind. I think he knew that I knew, but shook his head. "Robb? What's wrong?"

"Nothing. Everything is fine. I will speak to you when we are back" He smiled nervously. I heard footsteps behind me and turned getting out of Robb's arms. My father walked in with a few of his guards and my other brother at his feet. "Father isn't he a little young for this?"

"I think he is old enough to see what his duty is!" My father sternly said at me, no emotion. No care. But he had the stare of death, like I had spoken out of tongue "I want a word with you when you are home Cenera" He nodded to his guards who took Bran back down the stairs that I had just come up

"So, I can get in trouble for training?" I turned on my heels heading past Robb towards the stairs that lead to the chambers

The day was long, I was forced to do a soeing class with my sisters, then language lessons so we would be using the right words for when the royals arrived, but the day brightened up when the boys came back from the trail with the man who ran from the nights watch. They brought back dire wolves! 7 of them. The once thought extinct bread running around Winterfell. I chose the one who liked play fighting with the others. I decided to call her Lyanna, after my auntie. She was black all over with white paws. Reminded me of socks. That night though, we had one of the largest storms that I'd ever seen. The lightning sparked though the black sky and the thunder rawed that the whole of the north could hear. Lyanna was at my feet, not liking the storm herself. I could hear her siblings howling though the halls. This was going to be a long night. I pulled the wolf skin from my feet, swinging my legs over the side of the bed, putting my boots on and grabs my cloak that was laid on my chair in the corner. I put a leather jacket over my undergarments and a pair of riding pants on and then covers my self in in the cloak. The thunder still raging outside I opened the door, Lyanna at my side as we walked down the hall way. As the lightning struck, it left harsh shadows behind and around us. The thunder beckoning around the stone corridors. I headed up the stairs too the highest point in the castle. A large stone room with a large fire in the corner, which currently was stone cold as it had not been used in a while. But my favourite bit was the large open window with a latch that I could sit on. I cuddled into my long cloak as I sat on the latch, looking at the rain as it pored down over the north, the lightning brightening the dark sky and the thunder hurting my ears. Lyanna cuddled into my belly looking at the rain. Was this a sign from the gods that something bad was on its way?