Hello, I decided to do multiple POVs.

Lyanna

All the bodies had been cleared from Winterfell. Lyanna did not know what her men did with them, but she was glad they were gone. She did her own hair pinning the top half back in braids that were wrapped into a bun and braiding the rest over one shoulder. She made her own dress surprised she still knew how to sew and pulled on a fur coat from her old room. Today Lord Tallhart of Tohrrent's square would come to sear fealty to House Stark once more.

Like many, he was suspicious of the rumors he heard. Lyanna Stark alive? Resurrected?

Lord Glover rode from Deepwood Motte. Lord Mormont of Bear Island sailed to the mainland and rode to Winterfell as well. House Manderly of White Harbor came.

"M'Lady, we do not have enough provisions to accommodate every lord and their host." Maester Oryan said as he sat with the Lady Lyanna in his own quarters calculating the costs for labor and food.

"We will make do. Some former residents of Winterfell managed to flee when Theon Greyjoy proclaimed himself Prince of Winterfell. They're coming back." Lyanna replied.

"M'Lady I fear you are being careless. Inviting so many people at once, they can overthrow you too easily. They can storm your walls and sieze your House's former glory."

"What glory? All the Sarks are dead! All except me! What do I have to loose?" She asked looking around. The castle was nearly silent right now. It's only inhabitants were her twenty men and Ser Mors Umber wandering about.

"Everything. You need to be careful with who you trust. House Stark does not have the Gold of Casterly Rock. House Stark does not have the harvest of the Reach- and with winter here-"

"I know! Winter is here! We are north men. We have survived many winters only to come back stronger. The land of the North makes up more than half of Westeros. We are an ancient house-"

"That lost all it's respect when Robb Stark married that Westerling girl and broke his sacred vow to the Freys. All our former Bannermen swarmed to Stannis Baratheon in fear of the Red Woman, when Roose Bolton was named Warden of the North-"

"Named. Only named.." Lyanna corrected.

"Only named?"

"Clearly, the crown has no power in the north if every house supports that belligerent fool they call Stannis."

Maester Oryon looked at her.

Lyanna sighed in frustration. "Roose Bolton is no threat to us. The crown will not help him defend the north from itself. No body will follow Roose Bolton after he prooved how much of a traitor he could be to my nephew at the Red Wedding of Edmure Tully."

"I am inclined to believe most of the old lords will swear fealty to you but as for their sons, I cannot be sure. They are young and warmed blooded and believe they're going to fight the Others soon." Maester Oryon looked up to see the lady's reaction to what he said.

Lyanna bit her lip pensively and tilted her head. "They're probably right." she said not looking at him. Her fingers twirled her dark wavy hair sub consciously. "Old Nan used to say, the Others never leave. They only sleep and when the winter comes, the north is too cold even for them. Stannis alone cannot fight the Others. The Crown must pay their fair share in protecting Westeros as well."

"They'll tell you house Stark has provided men for the Wall for hundreds of years."

"We have and we will, but if they are so grateful, why did they try to kill us all?" Lyanna asked.

"I don't know, M'Lady." Maester Oryon sighed.

Davos

"Impossible. Lyanna Stark is dead." Stannis Baratheon said staring into the red of the fireplace at Castle Black.

"She was never dead." Melisandre sighed.

"How would you know?" he asked. His stare was distant. His mannerism and tone made it seem like he wasn't fully there.

"I saw it in the flames." The Red woman's answer for everything.

"Like you see everything in the flames." Stannis replied clearly not.

The Onion Night was not surprised. His King was never happy and no one could change that.

"The Lady- Stark is calling all her House's former bannermen to Winterfell to swear fealty to her." Davos Seaworth informed his king knowing fully well it will not improve his mood.. Davos was beginning to be grateful Shireen taught him how to read.

Stannis Baratheon turned to Davos. "Even after all the Lords of the north pledged their loyalty to me?"

"Mors Umber has already done so and is staying at Winterfell with the lady and the lords of Deepwood Motte, White Harbor, and Bear Island have all begun riding to Winterfell." Davos said. He tried to keep his tone flat. He was not quite yet sure of the next step that would be needed in this dangerous game where oone step wrong meant everyone was dead.

"They are all traitors. I want their heads. I will show their sons and daughters what happens to those who turn against me." Stannis Baratheon said with a sigh as he returned his gaze to the fire. Was he afraid?

"The war north of The Wall is more important than who the Northern Lords choose follow." Melisandre said. "As long as they don't rally behind Roose Bolton and interfere with our wars, we will be fine. A woman like Lyanna Stark is no threat to you."

"The War North of the Wall is going to need men to fight it." Stannis yelled. "HOW DO YOU EXPECT US TO FIGHT A WAR WITH NO MEN?!"

"Perhaps you should pay the Lady Lyanna a visit." Davos Seaworth suggested. A pact with the She Wolf could be beneficial to both parties.

"I'd rather send her a gift. A knife perhaps, and a brave man to wield it." Stannis replied leaning with one hand on the mantle of the fireplace and the other on his head.

"Do not waste your energy on the Wolf Girl." Melisandre repeated.

"I am losing all my men to the Wolf Girl!" Stannis yelled whipping around delivering a blow to Melisandre that made her fall.

She did not seem bothered. She just stared back up with him with almost lust. "The war beyond the wall will not be won with men, my King. It will be won with magic."

Davos looked at the Red Woman lying on the ground then to their king. Their king was torn. Would visiting this "Lady Stark" be worth it or would it show insecurity or weakness? Sending her an assassin, though would be even more of an act of cowardice because it would show the world they feared a woman.

What does it matter though? Many men fear the powers of Melisandre. But Lyanna Stark is not Melisandre. She has no powers. Except maybe resurrection. Maybe the Red Woman is right? We should not waste our time. No one would follow a woman into battle anyway...

Lyanna

She sat in her father's seat thinking.

This is not mine. Father would have given it to Brandon.

But Father and Brandon were killed by Aerys Targaryen so Winterfell became Ned's.

Ned who was killed by a bastard born of incest making Winterfell Robb Stark's.

Who was betrayed by his own bannermen. If all the Stark children are gone, Winterfell would have become Benjen's since he's a boy.

-but Benjen is a man of the Night's Watch so Winterfell is mine.

She looked at all the men before her. Lords, farmers, knights, all pledging their loyalty to her.

No. This is too easy. Something isn't right.

It would not be this easy if they all betrayed House Stark at the Red Wedding under Walder Frey. Then they became Stannis Baratheon's when Roose Bolton became Warden of the North. They are all turncloaks and sellswords now. The old, honorable blood of the North exists no more.

The feast following these pledges of loyalty was a success, for the most part. Most of the soldiers and sellswords were kept outside the gates while only the noblemen were allowed inside. Lyanna sat alone at the high table looking down upon all the rest. How she hated feasts. If only Benjen were beside me. She sighed. We could laugh and have a good time. Although there was that one time I poured my wine-

"M'Lady Stark." A voice asked too cheerfully. "May I sing you a song?- About the fall on Stannis Baratheon on the Battle of the Blackwater."

"I am sure it is an amusing tale, but I have no interest in that thank you." Lady Lyanna replied. She raised the wine to her lips and sat back. No singers. Not tonight. Not in a feast where there was non one but men and her. She decided to go out for some fresh air.

"She'd have to sleep with at least half of us before we even think to believe who she really is." She heard a man laugh.

"I heard she cut off Rhaegar's cock while it was still in her."

"And she never got it out."

The men laughed loudly while she walked past.

Lyanna paused and looked at the wine in her cup.

"She was real feisty once."

"Rode a horse like a man."

"And her swordsmanship?"

"Had to be just a lie. I doubt that little wolf whore can-"

Lyanna had stolen that man's sword and hit him over the head with the handle then threw it on the table beside him then poured the wine on his head. He turned around and grabbed her neck in anger. She slid a dagger between his ribs and threw him off her. Blood pooled around the body.

"M'Lady, it is bad luck for a man to kill another man under their roof." Lord Mors Umber said resting a hand on Lyanna's shoulder.

"It is." Maester Oryon agreed.

"I'm not a man. I am a woman. And I don't care. May that be a warning to those who don't show me respect. I DID ride horses, and I KNOW how to wield a sword." She said to everyone. They still don't believe me. "Why don't we have a tourney tomorrow. Me against the world?"

And she presented herself as the Knight of the Laughing Tree. as she rode into the tourney on the next day on her snow white mare and in a man's armor with flowing long hair.

"Harrenhall." A Frey disguised under the banner of a Reed, gasped when he saw the lady unseat everyone. He saw the same mysterious night avenge the boy of the House Reed. He wrote two letters that evening sending one copy with a raven to Lord Walder Frey and one raven to King's Landing, to the Queen Regent.