Disclaimer- I don't own it obviously other wise I'd be sipping pina colidas on the Caribbean

The following ten weeks was filled with the bustling of Winterfell servants and her mother's increasing frantic panics and shortening temper. Lyra kept herself as far away from her mother's wrath as possible, training with her brothers or heading out to the godswood or ducking into the library or hiding behind maester Luwin under the pretext of getting healing lessons to avoid having to fold napkins-although that turned out to be a fun couple of days improving her knowledge, so she kept at it, Beowulf had grown incredibly quickly as the other wolf pups have all of them reaching the size of a medium sized dog.

The day that the kings party was to arrive Lyra was stuffed into a dress and strictly forbidden from going anywhere near the weaponry under threat of death from her mother if she didn't act in any capacity other than a lady, so Lyra was stood next to her twin who cut an impressive figure dressed in his fur and leathers with his sword, NightHowl, on his hip. Lyra was immensely envious, but she would obey, she wished that Theon and Jon would stand beside them as well she had argued that they were brothers to her as well and had every right, but her mother quickly shot it down.

Lyra watched amusement crossing her face as she spotted Arya clambering over a wagon with a large steel helmet on her head, she ran straight into their father who chuckled lowly and took the helmet off her handing it to Roderick, before ushering her into line, Sansa glared at her and Lyra lightly slapped her round the back of her head, sending her a rebuking look.

A warning call came up from the wall and the occupants of the courtyard straightened up as a clattering of hooves was heard and the large contingent of the king's party came through, with a large wooden carriage came into the courtyard as well. Lyra's eyes caught the sight of the crown prince he was sat on top of his horse smirking smugly as he glanced at Sansa, Robb obviously caught the look and started glaring at the blonde twat, but Lyra was interested in the large man who was wearing a helmet in the shape of a dogs head, half his face melted and staring intensely at her sister.

The Queen, a truly famed beauty stepped out of the wheelhouse, she was swiftly followed by a younger version of herself and a very sweet looking boy, the princess Myrcella and her younger brother Tommen.

On top a poor horse was a very fat man with a patchy beard, ruddy cheeks and breathing heavily, Lyra cast a glance to Robb as if to say really? Her twin seemed to agree but followed their father in kneeling onto the ground in respect, she heard the supposed king heaving himself off the horse landing heavily onto the ground and stomping over to her father, he reached out a hand and gestured for him to stand. Father did while everyone remained on the ground.

"you've gotten fat" the kings deep voice boomed around the courtyard, her father merely looked down at himself, then at the king looked up at his face and cocked an eyebrow, causing the king to let out a roar of laughter.

"Cat!" he called out joyfully and the rest of the courtyard rose at the signal, her mother was wrapped up into a tight embrace.

"your grace" she managed to squeak out.

"nine years! Why haven't I seen you? Where the hell have you been?" the king continued staring at Ned while he mussed up Rickon's hair.

"guarding the north for you your grace" Ned replied "Winterfell is yours for as long as you need it"

"where's the imp?" Arya demanded loudly glancing around the courtyard

"will you shut up?" Sansa hissed, smoothing down her already pristine dress

"Behave" Lyra growled at the pair, a warning look on her face.

"who have we here?" the king asked, Lyra briefly wondered whether he could do anything except shout, she was getting a headache.

"you must be Robb or is it the young wolf or the twin wolf?" the King jested reaching out to shake Robb's hand firmly

"our bannermen enjoy nicknames, your grace" Robb replied

"aye I was once called the rampaging stag" Robert replied jovially "in my rebellion, I took my hammer and charged the enemy destroying half the battalion before the rest of my army caught up to me! They said it was like a rampaging stag didn't they Ned?"

"aye your grace, it was quite the sight" Ned replied

"and you are?" the king moved on until he was standing in front of Lyra

"Lyra Stark your grace" she replied smoothly glancing to see that the Queen's eyes had narrowed onto her face, a brief look of hatred flashing over it.

"seven hell's it's like Lyanna come again" King Robert whispered his eyes drinking in her features as Lyra winced subtly at the comparison, oh great where was the nearest hole for her to crawl into and die?

"you do me an honour your grace" Lyra replied somewhat stiffly

"beguiling wolf indeed" Robert said moving onto Sansa and looking her up and down.

"my aren't you a pretty one? And what nickname have you been given?" he asked her somewhat gruffly eyes straying back to Lyra

"I often get called the southern wolf your grace" Sansa replied blushing prettily

"aye, you have the looks and graces of the south" the way the king said that made Lyra think it wasn't all that much of a compliment, but Sansa took it as one.

"and your name is?" he asked her little sister who stared back confidently

"I'm Arya, I'm usually called the defiant wolf" she grinned

The King nodded before stopping in front of Bran

"Show us your muscles" he playfully asked

Bran beamed up at him and made a show of flexing his arm

"you must be the strong wolf then?" he probed

"I'm usually called the winged wolf because I'm always climbing" Bran rambled on "I love to climb the towers and look at the views around Winterfell, especially the broken tower, I usually climb that one every day. Cersei looked completive at that information and a slight frown crossed Lyra's face.

"that's Jamie Lannister he's the Queen's twin just like Lyra and Robb" Arya exclaimed under her breath, but Sansa heard

"will you please shut up" she whined, and Lyra reached out and pinched her hip none too gently

"she's excited San, leave her be" Lyra warned her quietly in her ear.

The Queen finally walked over, and her father and mother greeted her politely.

"take me to your crypts Ned I want to pay my respects" he demanded from next to Bran

"we've been riding for months, my love, surely the dead can wait" the Queen's honeyed tones rang out but to Lyra they sounded like ice.

He didn't even glance in her direction "Ned" he commanded and walked off, with an apologetic look towards the Queen he followed dutifully.

"where's the imp?" Arya questioned again, and the Queen turned at the question, glancing at Lyra's sister and span to look at her twin.

"where is our brother? Go and find the little beast and that sell sword of his" she hissed towards her twin demandingly. Jaime nodded before swinging himself back onto the horse and riding off.

Her mother moved forward swiftly, hoping to soothe the tension "your grace I have your chambers prepared, Robb you will show Prince Joffery and Prince Tommen to their chambers and Lyra you will show Princess Myrcella to her chambers understood?" she glanced sharply towards her children who nodded and moved forward in unison.

"your highnesses, if you will follow us" the spoke as one again and quickly led them inside seeing their mother do the same for the Queen, their guards followed them swiftly.

"do you do that all the time?" the prince demanded haughtily, and Lyra had the sudden impulse to punch him in the face, from the way Robb's jaw was twitching he felt similarly.

"sometimes your highness it's not something we do with any conscious thought, for the majority of the time" Lyra explained as they moved towards the warmest parts of the castle that had been specially fixed up to ensure the southerners warmth.

"mother and uncle don't do it" he argued a petulant pout on his face

"Indeed" they drawled dryly together, admittedly that one was done on purpose and they enjoyed the creeped out shudder he gave.

"it is a lot warmer inside" the princess spoke shyly glancing at Lyra, who was suddenly reminded of her own short height.

"yes princess, the walls of winterfell are thick and we have hot springs underneath the castle and pipes that take the hot water through the walls like veins in a man's body" Lyra explained as they reached the chambers that had been set aside for the royals.

"here are your chambers your grace" Lyra said opening the chamber door for the guard to scope out first with Myrcella following them.

"it is lovely thank you" the princess said flushing at her elder brother was loudly voicing his complaints.

"apologies your highness but we northerners are a practical folk we have no desire for southern trivialities" Her brothers voice was polite, but his tone was colder than the harshest winter.

The prince either didn't notice or didn't care to pay attention to her brother as he was already ordering the servants about while his guard who he had dubbed 'Dog' watching on.

"if your graces don't require anything else we will be taking our leave" Lyra spoke wanting to get as far away from these people as soon as possible.

"you mentioned hot springs? I wish to clean up it has been such a long journey" the Queen asked she was smiling but Lyra got the feeling that she'd smile in her face while placing a dagger in her back.

"yes, your grace, if it pleases you I can take you down right now" Lyra replied, no way was she about to call this woman her Queen, admittedly Lyra's pride was an issue for her.

"yes, it does, lead on" she ordered that fake smile firmly in place, Lyra nodded and swiftly turned around and led the Queen, some of her handmaidens and two of the king's guard following her.

"you are very pretty aren't you little wolf?" Cersei asked her sweetly and Lyra wanted to bare her teeth, only father got to call her little wolf.

"I've been told so your grace" Lyra maintained a polite tone, counting down from ten.

"yes, the only weapons a woman has is her looks, her tears and what's between her legs, you should really try to improve what little looks you have, like your sister" Cersei spoke, and her voice was so laced with bitterness that Lyra wanted to check to see if she had been turned into a pillar of salt.

"Looks fade your grace" Lyra replied stiffly, Lyra didn't give a damn about her looks, it was a non sequitur to her but her little sister took a great pride in her looks and Lyra had to remind herself she couldn't take the stupid long southern hairstyle of hers and wrap it around the pale column of her throat and watch as her lips turned blue.

"yes, they do, best make the best of them while they last" apparently, she couldn't help one last dig and Lyra had to bite her tongue to stop the vicious comment about the queen finding that out long before her.

"here are the bathing hot springs your grace" Lyra gestured and opened the large oak doors allowing the group to walk forward "the male bathing area is on the right and the female bathing area is on the left, the doors can be barred from the inside if you wish for some privacy" Lyra showed them to the large hot spring pool, that was steaming invitingly, the walls had carvings of wolves running through the forest and wolves howling at the full moon, wolf mothers and their pups playing, two wolves were wrapped around a large throne with Brandon the builder sat upon it, a crown on his head, an entwined circlet with nine swords sticking out of it and three wolves at the front of the circlet, it was one of Lyra's favourite places in winterfell.

"it's very simplistic" the Queen commented idly waving at the guards who took up a post outside of the door.

"I suppose it is in comparison to kings landing, is there anything else you need of me your grace?" Lyra asked her hands clasped behind her back watching the hand maidens bustling about.

"No, you can leave" the Queen dismissed her, and Lyra leapt at the chance, swiftly leaving the room, hearing the door lock behind her she swiftly retreated to the library for the peace before tonight's feast.

"Move" a voice snapped from in front of Bronn and he lazily opened his eyes to see the king slayer in front of him, an irritated look on his face and gaggle of whores behind him.

"an' why would I do that?" he questioned in curiosity hand travelling behind his back to grip the handle of his dagger.

"I need to get in there" Jamie said

"room's occupied mate" Bronn explained, enjoying the frustrated look on his face.

"I know that I need to speak to my brother, he wasn't there at the arrival of Winterfell and the Queen wants him to come"

"I think he's already doing that" he jested before opening the door and walking in.

"Brother's here" Bronn announced unnecessarily as he had followed Bronn into the room, eyeing the whore that was sat next to Tyrion.

"do you know the meaning of a closed door in a whore house Bronn? and what is it that my dear brother needs?" Tyrion asked idly, paying more attention to the whore's tit than the conversation

"you weren't there for the greeting and our sister craves your attentions" he spoke brusquely moving over to a table and pouring himself a goblet of wine.

"she has our cravings our sister" Tyrion said

"a family trait" Jamie commented dryly "the starks will be feasting at sun down, don't leave me alone with these people" he drained the goblet before setting it down

"apologies brother, I've started the feast a bit early and she is the first of many courses" Tyrion spoke smugly winking at Bronn who let out a bark of laughter

"yes, I thought you'd say that" Jamie remarked before walking over to the door and calling out, the gaggle of giggling whores came into the room and jumped onto the bed, Tyrion's attention immediately being taken, Jamie turned towards Bronn.

"have him there for the afternoon" he ordered, and Bronn saluted mockingly as he took his post back up eyeing the dramatic retreat of the king's slayer.

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