Summary: Ever since Rhiannon was lost in the forest all those years ago, Catelyn has prayed to the seven for her return, safe and well. Rhiannon was never seen nor heard of again. But, Anna still lived on. Found and fostered by the Forest Folk, she had no memories of her life before then. It has been over ten years. But, Catelyn still waits for her daughters return.

Disclaimer: I do not own GoT. It's owners do, both TV show and book series. I also do not own the song featured Noble Maiden Fair. All rights go to the producer or whatever. It's the song from Brave if you're wondering, but I am using the English translation of the Scottish Gaelic lyrics. The only thing I own is Rhiannon/Anna and the Forest Folk.

Just to say, this is inspired from a couple of different things. Mostly Disney films. Anastasia (I know that's not Disney), Brave, different ones i cant think of at the minute. I'm still a child at heart, I apologize.

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Robb Stark, Jon Snow, Theon Greyjoy and a number of other loyal Stark soldiers slowly rode through the wolfswood. It was eerily quiet and distant crackling of branches made them snap their heads in several different directions.

"Why does your Lord father send us again?" Theon asked. Ned had sent them into the forest early the morning. "I'm sure the banner men would be able to speak with them alone."

"They are less likely to attack if the heir to Winterfell is present," Robb told him. Thats what his father had told him this morning. He was to negotiate. "I brought you for the fun, but seeing as you're being none, you may ride back to Winterfell." Robb stopped his horse to speak with his friend and brother.

"And miss a fight with the creatures," Theon stated.

"They're not creatures," Jon said. "They're the Forest Folk. And they'd skin you alive if they heard you speaking like that."

"Like I'd let them, Snow," Theon remarked.

"Stop it, both of you." Robb ordered them and turning his horse. "We must hurry or else the sun with set and we'll still be in the woods." Just as he was about to move off, a shot of an arrow rang in his ears as it flew past his face and embedded itself into a tree on the other side of him. The banner men pulled their swords and Robb looked up on the small mound of early in the trees. There was a young woman standing there, her dark drown hair pulled away from her face, which housed a coy smirk and a bow in her hands. "You missed."

"If I missed, Lord Stark," she said, loading up another arrow. She had only intended to catch his attention. "You would be dead."

"Drop your bow," Jon told her as she aimed it at the group of men below her.

"Only when the men drop their swords," she said, not dropping her arms. Nobody backed down and instead, she turned and released her arrow. It shop quickly and landed in the heavy armor of the soldier. "Drop you swords and next time I won't aim for him or his armor." She jumped down the small mount, a swagger in her steps. She stopped at the head of Robb Starks horse. "I'll aim for your head."

"Put away your swords," Robb ordered. Staring at the girl. She was no older than sixteen, but she spoke with such authority. A smirk reappeared on her face. There was some familiarity to her face that Robb couldn't put his finger on it. Had he seen her in the woods before? She was undoubtedly beautiful and this wasn't his first encounter with a Forest Folker. But it was a different sense of familiarity than just seeing her face. He knew this young girl.

"You're wise, Northerner," she said. "I expect the only reason you've wandered this far into the wolfswood is to see Markly."

"Yes, it is," Robb nodded his head.

"My dear foster father has been expecting the Starks to come for many years," the young girl wandered into the trees and came out several moments later with a horse on ties. It must have been her horse. "He grows old now. It won't be long until he passes."

"That is why it's best we speak now, before he does."

"You won't be speaking to HIM soon," she smirked. "He's taken ill. The healer says he hasn't long left, so any negotiating would have to be done with me, Lord Stark."

"With you?" Theon questioned, and she shot him a look of disgust.

"I am Anna," she introduced herself. "Markly's named successor as leader of the Forest Folk."

"Well, Anna of the Forest Folk," Robb addressed her. "I am here as representative of my father, to re-negotiate the peace treaty between the North and your people."

"Seeing as you ask politely, I accept your offer to re-negotiate," Anna said, mounting her dark brown horse. It's fur matched the long braid that hung down her back. "Many conditions have been broken by your men."

"And your men alike," Theon told her.

"And if I am not mistaken, it was your families men who attacked Northern strongholds in the last rebellion, Lord Greyjoy," Anna remarked. "And yet, you ride beside your captors son as a friend." She looked between the three noble men on their steeds. "We are no different than you. We may not live in hold fasts, drink wine and fuck whores, but we know our histories, we speak the common tongue, we pray to the same Gods. So we should not be treated any differently. Unlike Northerners like yourselves, we know how to fight without getting ourselves killed. But, in your eyes we are savages for that. No better than Wildlings, a man once called us. I think he was from Deepwood Motte. Can't be sure. All I'm sure of, I shot arrow right through his eye and out the back of his skull, from further a distance from when I startled you, Lord Stark."

"I believe that," Robb said. "So you will escort us to the camp to begin."

"No," she shook her head.

"And why not?"

"I only wish to speak with your father, the honorable Lord Stark," Anna demanded. "And not in the forest. I will arrive in Winterfell with my most loyal people within a fortnight. And then, the really talking shall begin."

"I will inform him of you arrival, Anna," he said, nodding his head.

"I bid you good day, Northerners," She said, smirking before turning her horse and riding off the thin dirt trail, her horse galloping fast.

"You let the savage make demands like that?" Theon questioned him.

"It the only way to make them feel equal or else the treaty will fall through," Robb told him. "Father says their numbers have doubled in recent years. They're coming together. If we don't start treating them as the people they are they could march on Winterfell. They know the lands well, we wouldn't be able to fight off a surprise attack from almost a thousand of them, Theon."

"Did you notice she speak well for a Forest Folker?" Jon asked, as they started riding back to Winterfell.

"I did," Robb stated. Robb was trying to piece everything together. The familiarity he felt for the girl and her speaking manner. Could she be a highborn having run away to join the Forest Folk? Or could it be... No. He shook those thoughts from his mind. She had been gone, believed dead for over ten years. He distracted her when she was riding, lost control when her horse went mad. He never could forgive himself for that. He made sure to protect his younger siblings from then on after then. The girl, Anna was the same age as Rhiannon would have been. He didn't want himself to believe his theories. They were only theories after all. His sister was dead.

Arriving back in Winterfell, Robb did not have to go in search of this father. He was in the courtyard with Robb's younger brothers. They held sparing swords in their hands and were training.

"Father," he greeted him.

"You're back earlier than expected," Ned said, walking over to his eldest son. "How did it go?"

"There were none," Robb informed him, making Ned's eyebrows rise slight.

"What?"

"Markly is on his dying bed, his foster daughter, the girl they call Anna, is leading in his steed," Robb told his father. "He has named her his successor. She wants to speak with only you, father. She rides for Winterfell within a fortnight."

"Thats all we need, a pack of Forest Folker's in Winterfell," Ned said thinking about it. "Only one of two things will come of this; peace or mutiny."