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On the day I was born, it is said that a falcon sat through the night on my windowsill, bathed in moonlight while my mother labored, and only left its perch when my father at last held me in his arms. Of course the maids who tell this story were a little too far gone in their drink to be truly believable.
My mother was in painful labor for more than a day, and through the night she bled. Her skin was pale as snow, and her fever was too great. Dawn came and as I drew my first breath, she gave her last.

Originally I was to be named Edricka. But with my mother's departure from this world, my father changed my intended name to Edena. For the Stark boy that my father fostered, and for the woman he married, Rowena, the mother I knew for naught a second.

I was born with looks similar to both of my parents. I had my mother's dark brown curls and long limbs, and my father's serious brown eyes and fair colored skin. As I grew, my father realized that though I received his sense of duty and loyalty, I was surely my mother's child with my sense of empathy and whimsy. Septa Magda, the closest thing to a mother I would ever get, always said that if you looked at only the upper half of my face you would truly think me to be as serious as the strictest of Maesters. However, if you were to look beneath my freckled nose, you would believe me to be the most caring of fools.

My youngest years were quiet, for my father had now lost two wives to various ills, and was beginning to believe himself alone in the world, save for me. While he loved me very much, no Lord should be cursed to spend their years without love from a woman, and he was too honorable to stoop to the bitter warmth of a whore. I was not even two years old when my father led the rebellion against the Mad King. I vaguely remember that my Septa received a letter from him, saying that he was to marry the Tully woman, and soon she was to join me at the Eyrie. I was confused, but understood it was not my place to question my father's decisions. Though it wouldn't be another year before I saw my father again, I met his wife all too soon.

Lysa Tully hated me with a fury. I knew not at the time why, but when I grew older I learned that her feelings towards me came from the constant reminder I presented her that she had married not for love, and not even to a young Lord, but to a much older Lord who had already been married before her. I was the reminder that she was never to be the favorite for any man.
And so for nine months, her hate grew, and my hope for a mother diminished. Her feelings toward me were heightened with the news of her sister's pregnancy in Winterfell. While Lysa and my father had indeed consummated their marriage, it would take many bitter years before she would become anyone's mother.

Four days after my third birthday, my father sent word for us to come to King's Landing. He was to be King Robert Baratheon's Hand.

My earliest memory is seeing my father for the first time in a year and a half. I pushed past my step-mother and ran to him, wrapping my arms around him quickly and hearing him whisper my name in my ear, almost to remind himself that I exist. "My little Edena. Eydie of the Eyrie."

As my father, Jon Arryn, turned to the steps of the Red Keep, he took my hand in his, and introduced me to what I would soon understand to be the game of thrones.


Hi everyone! So if you are one of my past readers, than you know I am terrible at finishing a story. However, I've been thinking about this plot for a while, and it's the only story that I already know exactly how I want it to go from start to finish. So hopefully it works out.
Edena is pronounced Ee-day-na. Eydie and Eyrie rhyme in this world, pronounced Ee-dee and Ee-ree. Not sure if that's how Eyrie is actually pronounced, but it is how I pronounce it and it's my story damnit!
Anyway, I'm trying to write chapters as fast as possible, and my goal is to have an average of one or two chapters up a week. Realistically it will be more like one every two weeks. I will try to hurry!

I promise the chapters will be longer than this. This is just an intro.

Most importantly, this story will be slightly AU. I will try to keep it as close as possible to how the books/tv series kept it, but sometimes its not going to be that way. Sorry!

Love,

SimplyMarvy