A/N: Hey you guys! This is the second story I've decided to publish. It has been in my mind for quite some time now, but I was trying to finish 'A lion still has claws'. I have a complete writers' block on that one, so I'm trying to focus on this story instead.

I hope you will all enjoy this story!

Chapter one

Lyanna
Lyanna Stark woke up from the feeling of a fleshy tongue on the left side of her face. She opened her eyes to see her wolf pup Winter dancing on the edge of her bed. Winter was maybe three moons now, but she grew fast, like the rest of her siblings.

Lyanna was extremely happy when her twin brother Robb came back from a hunt with direwolf pups for all of the Stark-children. Like always, Lyanna found it hard to choose so her brother chose for her: a pup that matched his own direwolf Grey Wind, as they were twins. The name 'Winter' was quickly chosen: the wolf had more of a white coat than Grey Wind and the words of her House were 'Winter is Coming'. Lyanna Stark was always fascinated by the tales of Winter that Old Nan told her, Robb, Jon and Theon, so she decided to choose that name.

"Winter, you silly!" She said as she giggled. "Calm down! You'll wake up the whole castle!"

Winter jumped off the bed as she scratched her nails to her bedroom door as she howled.

"Winter, stop it! You're damaging it!" Lyanna spoke worriedly. Her mother wasn't a big fan of the wolves, and Lyanna was afraid that she need to get rid of her wolf if she couldn't control her.

Like her little brother Rickon's wolf Shaggydog, Winter could have a hard time listening. Robb told her it was because she wasn't stern enough, as Jon agreed. Luckily, the wolf was simply very playful, and not violent.

Winter whimpered as she got her paws off her door. She looked at her Lady as she started to ready herself for the day that was coming. She still whimpered, as she expected that Lyanna would give her what she want.

Someone entered the door without asking. Winter growled as hard as she could for a pup, which made Lyanna look for who it was.

It was Theon Greyjoy.

'Damn it.' Lyanna thought. 'I've told him a thousand times not to visit me in my chambers! My parents' rooms are too nearby.'

"Theon!" She whispered furiously as she covered herself with an extra coat. "I've told you not to come down here!"

Theon grimaced his famous grin where all the girls in Winterfell fell for. "Calm down, sunshine, one of your mother's maidens sent me. Or, I made her sent me, actually. Anyway, your mother is waiting for you in the Great Hall to prepare the feast for the King and Queen."

Lyanna sighed. They were already planning this feast for over two days now and she was exhausted. Her brothers and Theon could do whatever they want: hunt, drink, and, in Theon's case, visit brothels, but she and her sister Sansa needed to prepare for their future lives as being someone's Lady.

The people in Winterfell whispered that she would marry Smalljon Umber in the future or some other Northern Lord. She was the firstborn daughter of Lord Eddard Stark, Warden of the North, and she had two younger sisters, so the chances were likely that Lyanna would stay in the North.

If it was up to Lyanna herself, she would not marry a Northern Lord, but an Ironborn, who was standing right in front of her at the moment. Theon Greyjoy had come to Winterfell when she was only a six year old girl. She didn't like him at all in the first place: he and Robb would constantly bully her because she was basically afraid of everything, and he mocked her for being a girl who could only sing, dance and make needlework.

By the time they grew older, they also grew towards each other. She liked the rebellious part in him, as he liked the soft and caring side in her. Since her fourteenth birthday, they have shared some secret kisses in the Godswood, but they never took it further, how much Theon would have wanted it. Lyanna knew it wasn't Ladylike to give away her maidenhood before marriage and she wanted to give herself to her husband, even though she loved Theon.

She knew that maybe her father would think about it if she asked him, for he was the heir to the Iron Islands, but she knew her mother would never. 'Never trust a Greyjoy!' she constantly reminded Lyanna after she had a laugh or a conversation with Theon. Lyanna knew her mother warned her for the right reasons, as she loved her daughter and Theon was not that trustworthy, but it still hurt her when she knew she would never wake up in his arms.

"Tell her maiden that I will ready myself and be with Mother as soon as I can." Lyanna told him shortly. The sooner he was out of her chambers, the better.

"Do you need any help?" Theon said as he sat down in one of her chairs, looking way too comfortable. "With changing, perhaps?" He smirked.

"No, you idiot! Get out!" Lyanna hissed. 'Gods, he could truly be such a pain!'

Theon started to laugh. "Relax, Lyanna! The door is wide open, everyone who walks by can see that we're just talking. Honestly, do you need my help? I could take Winter for a walk? By the looks of it, she needs to lose some energy."

Lyanna looked at Winter. Theon was right: Winter was dancing around in her chambers with an energy that she was jealous of. Winter did need a walk before she went to her mother.

"You're right." She sighed. "But I cannot let you wander around with my direwolf. People will talk and when my mother hears of it…"

"Come on Lyanna!" Theon said as he rolled his eyes. "I've walked Grey Wind tons of times and I've spend much more time with Robb than I do with you. No one ever spoke of us."

"It's different with my brother! You're his closest friend and he is privileged for being the firstborn son. Robb can do anything he wants." She ended more bitter than she wanted to.

Theon watched her suspiciously. "Are you jealous of Robb?"

Lyanna sighed. "I am not jealous, I love Robb with all my heart as he is my twin. It's just very hard sometimes that he can get anything he likes. If he would fall in love with a girl, it won't matter from which House she is, because he would still be the Heir to Winterfell and therefore the North. My chance of marriage are much smaller than his, because I need to marry a highborn from a noble House."

"I am a highborn from a noble House." Theon smirked.

Lyanna's eyes went to the open door as she gestured to him to keep his voice down. "Shhh! The door is open!" She whispered as she closed it. "Yes, you are highborn, but, sorry, the Greyjoy's aren't known for their nobility." She gave him a sad face.

"I could be the one to change that." Theon shrugged. "I was raised for more than half my life by the most noble man in the Seven Kingdoms. That must count for something, right?"

"Yes. And after Tyrion Lannister you are also known for the most frequently visitor of brothels in the Seven Kingdoms. My father never taught you that."

That remark pissed Theon off. She knew she should never attack his ego, which was large, but she was really angry with that part of him. That she did not open her legs that easily, did not have to mean that he can visit brothels instead.

"You know what, Lyanna Stark, forget it. You know that in the end, I only want to be with you. Wake up in your bed and not theirs. But my bed is as could as the fucking weather up here, and theirs is warm. Goodbye." He said as he stormed out of her chambers.

Lyanna sighed. He would probably be angry with her for the rest of the day, so she needed to stay away from him. Which was really easy, actually. She knew he would never approach her when her mother was around, so Lyanna decided that she and her mother should spend some extra time together today.

…..

Catelyn

"Ambrosia?" Catelyn called for her handmaiden, which didn't hear her. "Ambrosia!"

The handmaiden turned around quickly, when she finally heard her Lady. "Yes, m'lady?"

"Have you thought of the candles? And the red wine?" She asked hastily.

"Yes, m'lady, it will arrive this afternoon." Ambrosia answered.

Catelyn sighed in relief. "Thank the Gods. And my daughter Lyanna? I've already seen Sansa. Where is my daughter?"

"Lord Theon went to get her, m'lady." Ambrosia blushed.

Catelyn sighed. She knew Ambrosia knew that that damned Greyjoy boy wasn't allowed to visit Lyanna, but the new ones, mostly in service of Lyanna, didn't.

"He's already gone, m'lady, Emily heard them fighting as he walked away angry!" Ambrosia told her and Catelyn sighed with relief once more.

"Thank the Gods, may she finally see!" She whispered, more to herself than to someone else.

"See what, mother?" her other daughter Sansa asked when she walked up to her.

Catelyn looked lovingly at her second daughter. She was a sweet and noble girl. She never had the trouble with Sansa like she had with Arya and Lyanna. They were both a handful in different ways.

"Nothing, my love. Now, go and find Arya and finish your sewing lesson with Old Nan. I will go and find your elder sister." She gave Sansa a kiss on her also red auburn hair as she watched her walk off.

It wasn't hard to find Lyanna: she could see her long, dark brown hair from a far distance in the Godswood.

Lyanna always went down there to walk her wolf Winter, which was running happily around her. Catelyn could see that the wolf was trying to cheer Lyanna up, as she also howled a little, but Lyanna still didn't look too happy.

When her daughter saw her walking up to her, Catelyn saw that Lyanna quickly dried her eyes.

'That damned boy.' Catelyn thought furiously.

"Hello, mother." Lyanna tried to sound cheerfully as she held Catelyn in her arms.

Catelyn could feel that the embrace was weak, but she also knew that Lyanna won't speak freely with her. Lyanna would speak with her husband and Catelyn knew she trusted him more than she trusted her, as Lyanna knew how she thought of Theon.

Lyanna was more a Stark than she was a Tully, but when she looked at her daughter, she could see te resemblance between her and herself when she was sixteen years old. Catelyn knew she had to marry someone highborn, Brandon, the brother of the man she now loved most in this world. She didn't want to marry Eddard, but she had to.

In general, Lyanna was a combination of her aunt Lyanna Stark and her uncles Benjen Stark and Edmure Tully. She had Lyanna's features but the calm and kind mind of Benjen and the somewhat naïve nature of Edmure. Lyanna was a big dreamer and could not pay attention when wanted, but she had a good and kind heart.

Her youth wasn't always pleasant: with Robb, Theon and Jon as boys around her from the same age and Sansa being a few years younger, Lyanna always pulled the shortest string. Catelyn had to admit that the bastard didn't bully her much, but Robb and Theon could. Until Theon saw what a fine woman Lyanna grew up to be.

"Have you slept well, Lyanna?" Catelyn asked her.

"Yes, I have. Thank you mother." Lyanna said as she gave her a small smile.

Winter started to dance around Catelyn's feet. The pup knew of her dislike, but Winter was heart strong: she always tried to get Catelyn's attention.

"It looks like your pup wants to cheer you up." Catelyn stated carefully as she watched how Lyanna would react.

Lyanna sighed. "I've guessed you've heard? You must be pleased, now mother?"

"A mother is never pleased when one of her children is sad." Catelyn said as she raised an eyebrow to her eldest daughter. "Tell me, what did Theon do or say that hurt you?"

Catelyn eyed Lyanna as she saw her daughter move uncomfortably. She knew she was uneasy with telling her mother about her emotions, especially those towards Theon. Even Eddard couldn't talk to her about that. Lyanna had a special bond with her younger brother Bran, but he was too young to understand these emotions.

"I don't want to talk about it." Lyanna finally answered.

"I figured. But know that I will always be here if you do want to talk about it. And remember: never trust…"

"A Greyjoy, yes mother." Lyanna finished, quite irritated.

"Good." Catelyn said as she decided to change the subject. "The King and Queen will arrive in three days and there is still so much to do. If you could help me? Ambrosia told me the wine and candles for Lord Tyrion will arrive this afternoon. Could you manage that?"

"Yes mother." Lyanna answered and Catelyn saw that she was relieved that she changed the subject.

"Thank you, my dear daughter. Maybe we can both finish the day with a fitting session for our dresses? The sewers should be finished by now."

"That would be nice to do with you, thank you mother." Lyanna smiled at her.

Catelyn knew Lyanna would need some distraction and the fitting of the dresses looked like a nice way to do so. Also, she knew that Theon would not leave Winterfell today and the last place where she would find him, was at a women's fitting session.

…..

Robb

He laughed silently as he saw how busy his twin sister was. Lyanna was carrying boxes filled with candles as she commanded several other people to put the other boxes in the right place.

He sneaked up from behind her as he tried to scare her up. He covered her eyes with his hands. Lyanna almost dropped the boxes as she shocked easily, which made Robb burst out in laughter.

"Robb! What in the seven hells do you want?!" Lyanna said, very annoyed.

"Relax, sister. I just wanted to see how you were doing. You seem a little edgy today."

"Yeah well, don't you have got something better to do? Fighting with wooden sticks, perhaps?"

Robb smirked a little as she still sounded a bit annoyed. When she saw, he tried to stop it, which was hard.

"Nah, Jon was already out for a ride, Theon is visiting the brothels and Bran is not old enough. So I've decided to look for my sweet twin sister who's working so hard." He said as he carried the boxes she had in her hands to help her out.

Lyanna grimaced when she heard that. "I don't understand what you see in him. You know, Theon."

If it was one thing that Robb on the other hand didn't understand, it was the relationship between Theon and Lyanna. They were close friends from what he saw, but once Robb told Lyanna about Theon's frequent visits at the brothels, her expression would change. Maybe it was her ladylike nature to disapprove the visits, Robb didn't know.

What he did know was that he needed to warn Theon once. He didn't saw it coming when they were children, because they've teased Lyanna often, but when they grew older, he saw that Theon looked at Lyanna differently. And Robb knew those looks: those were looks of lust.

He really saw Theon as a friend and maybe even brother, but he did not appreciate those looks. He knew Theon could have little respect for women in the way he talked about them, and only the idea of him and Lyanna made Robb angry. His twin and he had a very special bond together and Robb would protect her from any harm, especially when men were involved. He knew Lyanna was a pretty girl to see, but the one that would ask for her hand would have to come from a great and noble House and be gentle to Lyanna if Robb ever wanted to accept him.

"Why do you care so much for his brothel visits?" He asked her.

"Well, I don't know. You're not whoring around are you? He's a highborn, even part of our family. He should act like one."

Robb laughed. "No, I'm not whoring around in the middle of Winterfell, a place where I will be once Lord of. But maybe, you know, it can become helpful to please my future lady wife."

Lyanna looked at him in disgust, which made him laugh even more.

"Just messing around with you, sister! Don't bother what Theon is doing. It is up to him and his decisions. I don't approve, but I can't not make him doing it now can I?"

Lyanna sighed. "You're right. The Lady that will end up with you will be very lucky."

Robb straightened his chest. "Well, yes, of course she will be." He boasted.

Lyanna rolled her eyes as they walked around the corner. Robb always liked to mock her a little.

"Are you already finished for the arrival of the Royal Family?" He asked her.

"Yes, thank the Gods. My back already hurts for over a week. But I am thankful to help mother."

"You're both doing a great job. You have grown up to be a good Lady, sister." He complimented her. "What do you think the Royal Family will visit us for?"

He saw Lyanna thinking for a minute. "Hmm.. I don't know, really. I've heard King Robert had feelings for our late aunt Lyanna. Maybe he finally wants to show his last respects to her and visit the crypts?"

"And bring his whole family, including Queen Cersei, with him? No, I don't think so. No, I think it has something to do with the death of Jon Arryn. After we've heard of his death, King Robert wrote father that he will come to Winterfell."

"You mean he wants something from father?" Lyanna asked.

"Yes. I think he wants to make father his new Hand. I mean, it is possible. We're capable of ruling over Winterfell in father and mother's place."

By the expression of what he saw on Lyanna's face, she wasn't happy with that news at all.

….

Theon

He had just spilled his seed inside Ros as he readied himself to go back to the castle. The Starks wanted to dine together and he already had some disapproved glances from Lady Stark for being too late, especially when the reason was his brothel visits.

"You're hurrying more than you used to." Ros said as she stretched her back on the bed. Some drops of sweat dripped off her round breasts, but Theon didn't pay much attention to her anymore.

He already regretted his decision to visit Ros. He promised himself every time after he was finished that this would be his last fuck, but Lyanna made things so complicated which annoyed him mostly.

Lyanna would never give herself to him before they were married. Theon usually would mock her with it, but it also hurt him somehow that she wouldn't give them a chance to build up their relationship. She already thought her mother would refuse the proposal, without even asking her.

He couldn't blame her, for Catelyn Stark didn't like Theon's lifestyle, but she needed to admit: he was a good match for her eldest highborn daughter. He was highborn and the heir to the Iron Islands, and in his blood ran salt and iron. He was a strong man that could protect her from any harm, but Lady Catelyn insisted that the Greyjoy's could not be trusted.

Which resulted in several fights between him and Lyanna, between those secret kisses. He insisted that she would propose the idea to her father, which was always gentle and good to Theon, or maybe even Robb. If Robb would support them, they would already stand stronger against Catelyn, for she held Robb so dear.

Robb was also aware of his visits and disapproved, but only for the noble Stark name he need to held up. If Robb was born on the Iron Islands, he certainly would have taken any woman he could, for the women loved him. Robb knew of the tradition that Ironborn had Salt Wives, and he thought that this was Theon's way to have one. But as they grew older, and Lyanna was even more likely to marry soon, Robb was very protective over her, which made his chances even smaller.

"None of your business." He answered the whore.

"It's the Stark girl, isn't it?" Ros smiled.

"I said: it's none of your business!" He said angry as he hissed between his teeth.

Ros chuckled: "That already says enough. Can't I keep your mind off her?"

Theon grinned. "Shut up you."

"The big and strong Theon Greyjoy. Sturdy on the outside, but only one woman can tame him. Unfortunately she won't answer his feelings."

Ros was mocking him, but he couldn't deny that it hurt him. He would never show the whore that, so he didn't pay her any attention at all.

"I won't be back." He said as he left her room without looking at her.

"Of course, love." Ros said and Theon only hoped he could control himself in the future.

…

So, this was chapter one. As 'A Lion Still Has Claws' began with a bang, this won't. This story builds up more slowly as I've learned from my mistakes in the past.

I hope you enjoyed this chapter! Let me know what you think! I hope to update chapter two soon.