Game of Thrones - The Maiden's Side

by Slocknar

Introduction: This is a fan fiction of the TV-series "Game of Thrones", based on George R.R. Martin's novel series "A song of Ice and Fire". I do not own any right to the characters mentioned or the base of the story. With that said I can tell you that this story is from my own character's point of view. This is her story about what happened in the time of "Game of Thrones".

1. Chapter 1

Chapter I:

I have never known from where I came, who my parents were, or why I came to lose these memories. All that I know is that I came here for a reason, and that Winterfell is where I belong.

I have been told that it was a cold and early winter morning when I was first seen from the walls. The snow was lying white and shimmering on the ground, and more was slowly falling from the dark grey sky. I was dressed in a simple, blue dress and I only had a thin coat on. My dark hair was braided and messy and my skin was white and blue because of the cold. Just as I came in their sight the pony that I was riding stopped, and I sat there still as a sleeping little bird before I fell to the ground.

They have told me that Robb was up that morning, standing on the walls. He was the first one who saw me and he was the first one who came to my side. He put his big, warm fur coat around me and he might just have saved my life by doing that and taking my frozen hand. How a young boy, like he was back then, would know how to save a frozen girl from a certain death like that is hard for me to understand but he always said that it just came to him.

I don't remember anything of this, I did not then and I do not now, and I do not think that I will; I can just take their words for it, and why would I not?

The first thing that I do remember is waking up in a warm bed with layers of fur coats over me. I did not feel cold and I was not hungry, but I was thirsty, so very thirsty. I cannot remember being so thirsty ever again after that. I looked to my side, and there he was. Robb was just sitting there, watching me with those blue eyes of his. He did not move, he did not speak, and he did not do anything. I remember wondering who he was, and what he was doing there, and what I was doing there, and then it all became black again.

When I was able to stay awake long enough they told me all that they knew, and then they asked me what I knew. My answer was:

"Nothing, I do not know anything but how to speak, and walk, and breathe. I do not remember anything about myself or my past." It sounds very wise for an 8 years old girl to say it like that, and I suppose it was.

After that they took me into their home, not only as a guest but as a family member. Of course I did work in the kitchen and I never called myself a Stark, but they gave me my name and a home. They gave me memories, even thou they could never replace the once that I must have lost.