Wolf and the Moon Chapter 1, a game of thrones fanfic

Wolf and the Moon

Laria Eira (means Snow in Welsh) Sybil Stark

Age: 14- around a year older than Sansa and more like three and a half years older than Bran she is the eldest daughter of the Starks and is like a mother to the younger siblings doting and kind but has quick wit and a sharp tongue when she wants to use it

Looks: long dark red hair sometimes compared to blood in color or a crimson red and can almost like it is on fire when the sun hits it at the right angle, heart shaped face with a Celestial type nose and upturned eyes unique in color for the inside is a light purple and the outer rim is a light blue shade her skin is a light beige fair in tone and as she's lived up North most of her life becomes even paler in color during the long winters (if you want my inspiration for her look up Susan Coffey I think Laria would look similar to her)

Personality: A combination of both a beautiful lady and a fierce warrior depending upon the situation she can almost best her sister Arya with a bow and arrow but does admit that Arya has a bit more experience than her and although she dislikes it can sew and make small talk like a lady should. She can be very polite when she wants to be and dislikes people insulting others especially if it is her family but the thing she won't stand for the most is people harming her family, especially Bran and Rickon the two of whom she views very affectionately having doted on them from their births and refers to them with her own cute nicknames. To her Bran is her Little wolf while Rickon is to forever be her Pup the two liking the names but dislike it if anyone other than her and the family calls them that. Her mother and her have their moments as growing up for the most part Laria was watched over by Eddard but Laria loves the both of them and tries her hardest to make the both of them happy as in her eyes family comes first. The thing that Laria does indeed find odd is whenever the subject of her being married to someone comes up her parents hush it up and quickly move from the subject reminding the person who asked that she has a special fate set for them and the subject is not brought up again after that.

Nearly ten years before

The blankets moved as a young Laria stirred from her sleep from the loud knocking at her door and curiously glanced up yawning softly as she stretched groggily running a hand thru her messy locks "Come in…" The door opened and Laria smiled sweetly as her father walked in with her older brother and their half-brother who stepped in looking like they had also been woken up in the midst of their slumber. "Hello father" Laria said and threw her arms around Eddard Stark cradling her head into his shoulder while she chuckled tiredly "Why are you here it's still dark out?" "Yea it's way too early to be up" Robb said rolling his eyes as he stifled a yawn by placing his hand to his mouth "Why did you wake us?" "I was dreaming" Jon said sitting on Laria's bed about to doze off again "Really good dream too…" "I woke you to tell you the good news" Eddard said amused at his children's laziness "Your mother has gone into labor again…" "Oh goody we're going to have another sibling soon" Laria said happy at the prospect knowing Sansa and Arya were probably still fast asleep the nursemaid watching over them "Do we know if it's a boy or girl yet father?" "No not yet we won't know till the child is born" Eddard said smiling at his daughter before looking at the three "What would you three like it to be, boy or girl?" "I want a boy of course" Robb said straightening up trying to look like the warrior and leader he would become "Would be nice to have someone else to teach in terms of fighting." "I would like a girl" Jon said looking to the side sheepishly as it was no secret he enjoyed spending the little time he could with baby Arya while he and Laria had always been close "She could be taught by us how to fight and be a lady, would be so nice to have someone else to look up to us." "…I would like a boy to be honest" Laria said a flushed look on her face as the boys watched her curiously "I think we already have enough girls around and I would like to have another boy so we can teach him how to be a real Stark and a good knight… I want him to be like you father." "That's very sweet of you Laria" Eddard said softly stroking his daughter's head and stood up giving the three of them a look "I would like the three of you to sleep together tonight for while your mother is in labor I won't be able to protect you as well if you're separated so tonight you will sleep here. I will come and find you in the morning and give you news of your new siblings arrival, good night my younglings." "Wait father" Robb said making Eddard freeze in the doorway before he gave his father a look crossing his arms "Aren't you going to tuck us in?" Eddard Stark chuckled before stepping back in the room and nodded motioning for the three of them to get under the covers which they did with Laria in the middle of the two boys while Eddard gave them each a kiss on the forehead earning grunts from the boys but a smile from Laria before he went back to the door "I will see you at dawn my young wolves now sleep well."

After their father had left Jon shot Robb a humorous look as he crossed his arms shaking his head "Robb we're what six years old and you ask for father to tuck us in, are you feeling alright?" "Hush up" Robb said slightly flushed "You know that baby will take up mother and father's time for a while, I just wanted to get some love from father while I could." "Mother and father aren't like that though" Laria said looking back and forth at them "They love us all the same don't they?" "Well maybe you" Jon said crossing his arms "You know mother doesn't like me…" "Jon she may not but we do" Laria said as Robb nodded beside her and Laria buried her head into Jon's shoulder slightly "You'll always have us Jon." Jon smiled and closed his eyes sleep finally claiming him while the three of them fell asleep thinking of their new brother or sister wondering what they would look like and what the future would hold for them.

(Laria is a bit more well-spoken then most three and half year olds I get that but from a young age she's had teachers so I figure she can be a little bit smarter than most as she is a Lady of the North after all)

The next morning Laria was wearing a light blue dress with wolves sewed into the bottom of it in a pattern her hair pulled up into a bun and was glancing at the floor pacing slightly in her own way while she waited outside her parents door. Jon and Robb apparently had already gotten a chance to see their new baby brother and had thought he was small before they had gotten bored and wanted to go and practice swordplay which was common for six year old boys while Laria had been the one who was really eager to see the new baby. The door opening she glanced up at her father with a small smile as he chuckled and kneeled down to his daughter looking at her seeing how excited and anxious she was "Now we're going to go inside and see your baby brother Laria but I need you to be calm and careful with him remember he is just an infant." "I know father" Laria said nodding as she had been told it all before "I'll be gentle with him I promise." "That's my young wolf" Eddard said and picked Laria up cradling her against his chest as he made his way inside their room and sat down pivoting Laria so she could sit on his lap and gaze over at her new brother. Laria's eyes followed gazing over at her mother who gave her a tired smile to the bundle in her arms and looked at the baby's face her eyes widening as she saw the tufts of brownish red hair peeking out from the blanket he was wrapped in. "Would you like to hold him" Catelyn asked her daughter and Laria nodded eagerly as her mother handed her the baby over "His name is Bran Stark." "Like Uncle…" Laria said trailing off as the baby gazed up at her with blue eyes which she knew wouldn't be blue for long and smiled her hand gently trailing over his face when the baby gently grasped one of Laria's fingers in his own. Gasping Laria smiled even wider as she didn't notice her mother and father gave each other knowing looks as they could see how Laria would become close with this one, her smile never leaving her for the next few months Laria would spend hours by her mother's side helping her care for Bran refusing to leave the babies side… It was fate some would say.