It has been a long time since I've written anything, and I've just discovered Game of Thrones.. Yes, I know I'm far behind, but I really found myself to love this series.. even though it took me 6 years to get through the first 2 seasons...

I don't know much about this show, and if I write anything wrong, I apologize.. I'm still learning...

I would like for you to tell me if you think this is worth pursuing, or not, so this is just the first draft. I may change it if there's potential..

I do not own GOT. only my Oc.

The small flakes of snow made the land seem like if it was pulled out a tale. It covered the hills and the landscape, making it seem colder than it already was. The fortress in the distance seemed proud and most of all, powerful. And everyone in Westeros, they knew that it was.

Winterfell.

The home of House Stark, warden of the North. The castle was buzzing with life, people working, preparing for the cold weather they all knew were coming soon. But that didn't stop the little girl with the deep auburn hair that flowed in a wildfire of bouncy curls ran among the workers of Winterfell. She let out a giggle, swinging her little wooden sword, which her father had given her as a gift for her last name day, when she finally turned 5. Even though she didn't live here at Winterfell, she knew everything about it. She often came her with her mother and father. Her father was Robin Sparr. House Sparr was bannermen for House Stark, their families has been allies for generations, but Robin and Eddard 'Ned' Stark have a good friendship, they often think of themselves as brothers. Robin Sparr married the beautiful Kiara West, and she gave birth to their only daughter during the rebellion.

A girl with the name:

"Not so fast, Brianna!" a boy about the same age ran after her. He had dark, almost black hair, and deep, dark eyes. In his later years, he could melt even the hardest block of ice with those eyes.

The little girl let out a laugh.

"Why? Are you scared to lose to a girl?" She asked, pointing her sword at him. "Come along, Jon!"

Lord Eddard 'Ned' Stark stood on the floor above, watching his friend's daughter running around with his children. They watch as Brianna managed to put a smile on Jon's face. That wasn't something that happened very often.

"Well, Ned… who would've thought that my daughter would befriend your son, Jon and not the other one?" Robin asked with a hint of amusement.

"I do not know, but I think it's good for him. He hasn't exactly had the easiest time at this point, and it's not getting any better. She's a nice distraction." Ned replied, looking over at his wife standing a few feet away together with Kiara. Ned could see the look on Catelyn's face. It was no secret that she didn't like Jon Snow. He was Ned Stark's bastard son and Catelyn Stark didn't have a maternal bone in her body for that young boy. She just couldn't, but she tolerated him… it didn't make things any easier for him.

Therefore, to see little Brianna running around, playing with Jon, made Ned feel a little better inside, and as long as Robin and Kiara didn't mind their friendship, he would not interfere with it.

"Wait for me!" Ned's other son, Robb, called out after the two of them. He couldn't keep up with them, but he tried his best. It was not as if they tried to keep him out of their game… he simply was the enemy this time around. The three children played with each other down in the courtyard, laughing and smiling, which made their parents' happy. As if they didn't have a care in the world. In this cruel, cold and dangerous world.

That night, Kiara preparing her young daughter for bed, trying to undo the knots in her hair as Brianna almost jumped up and down in her chair. She squirmed, having difficulties to keep still.

Kiara combed through her hair, admiring her long hair, still wondering how the gods could bless her with such a wonderful creature as a daughter. She truly was one of a kind.

"Now, now my dear. Is this how a proper lady should behave?" Kiara asked Brianna playfully.

"No… it's not, but I want to run, I want to be free to do what I want. I want to run like the wind. Fly through the sky like a bird!" Brianna exclaimed, smiling wildly. Kiara looked at her daughter thinking about how resourceful she was going to be when she would become of age.

"And maybe someday, you'll be able to." Kiara said softly, wanting to make her wish come true. She helped Brianna safely into bed, tucking her in tightly, so the coldness of Winterfell wouldn't seep into her bones. She leaned down and kissed her daughter's forehead, thinking she would already be sleeping. She got up quietly, walking towards the door.

"Mama? Why does Lady Catelyn seem so angry at Jon all the time?" Brianna asked, almost startling her mother.

"Why do you think that, my love?" Kiara had not expected her five-year-old daughter to ask that question.

"Because she kept looking at him as if she was angry. Lady Catelyn is always angry when Jon's around." Brianna explained.

Kiara stayed silent for a while, not knowing what to say. She leaned forward, running her hand down Brianna's face.

"Brianna… sometimes, things are a little complicated, and I promise you that I will tell you all about it when you're older." Kiara told her.

Brianna didn't understand what her mother was saying, because she was just too young. Kiara kept on running her fingers through her hair, waiting for her little girl to close her eyes. It didn't take long before Brianna closed her eyes and seemed to fall asleep.

Kiara kissed her forehead and slowly walked out of the room.

Ned and Robin stood right outside the door, listening in to Kiara and Brianna's conversation. She smiled at them as she wrapped her arms around her husband.

"Your daughter is a force to be reckoned with… and she's almost too smart for her own good." Kiara said, making the two men laugh. Kiara turned to Ned and suddenly became serious.

"She knows that Jon's different… she knows something's not right with all of this. She could even tell that Catelyn doesn't care much for him."

The two men looked a little uncomfortable, not knowing what to do with this. Robin, who knew more than most, looked at Ned briefly before looking at his wife.

"Do not fret, my love. There's no chance in seven hells that she knows that Jon Snow is a bastard… and it's better that we keep it from her as long as possible." Robin said, not caring that the door to Brianna's chambers remained open.

Ned closed her door, hoping not to disturb the little girl any further, and escorted his two friends away from Brianna. They all needed something to drink.

What they didn't know, was the fact that Brianna was still awake, and heard everything. She was scared because she didn't understand why they called Jon a bastard.

What is a bastard? Was that something bad, something to be ashamed of?

Brianna waited until it was quiet on the entire second floor before she jumped out of bed. She silently walked to the door, not wanting to disturb anyone. She quietly stepped out of her chambers and walked the short distance to Jon's chambers. She opened the door, looking at the boy sleeping so soundly in his bed. Somehow, it was comforting having him this close to her. Brianna climbed into her his bed, almost falling onto him.

She gently rocked Jon from side to side, waking him up as gently as she could.

"Jon… Jon, wake up, please…" Brianna whispered, shoving him a little harder. Jon woke up with a jolt, looking frightened.

"Brianna, what are you doing here?" Jon asked with a tired voice.

"I couldn't sleep, and I'm cold." Brianna answered. "Can I stay here tonight?"

Jon didn't say anything and just nodded for her to stay. Brianna climbed under the covers, keeping close to Jon, trying to regain some warmth. Jon suddenly grabbed her hand, holding it tightly, as if he was afraid that she would disappear. They faced each other, the only light was a candle, blowing in the wind.

"Jon…" Brianna whispered…

"Hmm…"

"Jon, what's a bastard?"

"I don't know… please go to sleep now…" He answered, not opening his eyes. Brianna didn't like that word, and she hoped she never had to hear it again.

Brianna felt safer, laying net to Jon. Despite their young age, they felt some sort of connection. Ever since they were introduced to each other when they were only a few moons old, something kept them together.

Brianna let out a yawn, snuggling even closer to her best friend, trying to keep as warm as possible. The two young children fell asleep, not knowing what the future would bring, but they thought that they would always be friends, that they would stay together forever.

But they never knew what the what's in store for them.

Because let's face it…

Winter is coming indeed.

Like I said... please let me know... I really see this story going places, but I'm not sure if it's good enough..