The Second Stark

Season 2 Episode 6: The Prince of Winterfell

William Stark, Second born son of Eddard Stark, Prince of the North. (15 years old)

Will and his group had taken off in the night. He had said goodbye to Robb, Sansa and Arya with tears in his eyes. He didn't want to be leaving his family again, but he couldn't leave Lyra to rot in a dungeon cell. He wouldn't admit it out loud, but he did love the girl. He had promised her that he would show her Winterfell, and he was going to keep true to that promise. He had no idea how he and his group were going to find their way into the Dragonstone dungeons, but knew he would think of something. The five of them were currently making their way towards Duskendale. He knew it was near the cost, and would more than likely have ships transporting goods and valuables to Dragonstone. That was going to be their opportunity.

He needed to make sure the four people around him got home. He didn't want anyone dying under his command. Dacey, Smalljon, Domeric, Gendry, they were all older than him, bigger than him, but they all looked to him for orders. Another thing they all had in common, was that they were all heirs.

Dacey Mormont was the heir to Bear Island, and would fight for him with the same fierceness that her mother fought for his brother. She was in a leather jerkin, with her hair tied back tightly, with a sharp axe on her belt. At only 17, she would give any man a run for rough fight.

Smalljon Umber, the heir to Last Hearth. His father was Robb's personal bodyguard and his most loyal supporter. Smalljon was 19, and one of Will's closest friends. Like his father he was tall, strong and deadly with a blade. Any man who saw him coming in a fight would soil themselves.

Domeric Bolton was probably the most intimidating. He was the heir to the Dreadfort, the son of Roose Bolton. He had the same calculating eyes as his father, his stare would send grown men running back home. He wasn't bad with a blade either, between that and his calculating mind he was a deadly enemy to have, but a great ally.

Then there was Gendry. He had saved Arya's life when they were with the Night's Watch recruits. He learned from Smalljon he was becoming a natural warrior as squire to GreatJon Umber. He eagerly agreed to be a member of the group, he wanted the opportunity to pay Will back for making him a squire. He was clad in white mail armor that looked natural on him.

It amazed Will how they all showed him so much loyalty, he only prayed to the gods he was worthy of their loyalty. He was wearing his grey Stark armor, with Frozen Wind attached to his hip. He had cut the wisp of a beard he had, and cut his hair shorter before he had left. He sighed as he rode behind his group of five. His thoughts were on Lyra only, and how he would get her out.

Gendry looked back, and slowed his horse until he was riding next to him. "Are you alright Will?" He asked.

Will sighed and looked ahead. The group had been riding for a few weeks now, and he could see the shimmer waters of the narrow sea come into view as the rode up a hill.

Will shook his head. "I don't know what I'm going to do Gendry. I… I have no idea what I'm going to do when we get there." He said honestly.

Gendry shrugged his shoulders. "It's simple, we get there, we find a way in, and we save Lyra. We'll figure out the little details as we go along." He said, trying to make him feel better.

Wil shook his head and looked ahead at his three friends joking and laughing with each other. He thought the mission would have been easier if the three of them were being forced to go. They had agreed to come willingly, they had agreed to come on a mission that they could very easily die on. All three of them, Dacey, Smalljon and Domeric didn't even blink before agreeing to come. The three of them didn't even know Lyra, but she was important to Will, and that was enough to them.

All three of them were heirs, and had land to inherit. They knew this and still came, how could Will live with himself if any of them died?

Will shook his head at Gendry. "It's not that simple you know that. Gendry… why did you agree to come? You have to realize this is pretty much a suicide mission." He asked him.

"I realize that yeah, but I said when your brother made me a squire, that I would pay the both of you back somehow. This is the chance. Besides, Lyra is my friend as well, and I want to save her." He replied earnestly as the group neared the top of the hill.

Will sighed and looked back up at his friends. "I… I don't want any of you to die. It would be so much easier if you all hated me and were forced to come." He admitted.

Gendry looked at him in confusion. "Why do you say that?" He asked.

"Because I… I just want to save Lyra. You four are my friends, you could all die but… I care more about saving Lyra more. I don't understand it." He said earnestly.

Gendry chuckled a little, which surprised Will. "Ha, it's because you're in love with her obviously. You know it, I know it, Arya and Sansa know it, and I'm sure she knows it as well."

Will almost bucked his horse forward. He had… silently admitted to himself that this was true already. However he had no idea how so many people could tell. Did he really make it obvious? He loved Lyra, that's why he was going on this mission in the first place. Loving Lyra was the reason he had been stabbed in Renly's camp, if he wasn't distracted by her he probably could have avoided being stabbed. Loving Lyra was the reason four of his closest friends were going on this mission with him, possibly to their deaths. How much could he possibly lose by loving Lyra? The answer was a lot, his family would more than likely want him to marry a highborn lady to help in the war. The question Will asked himself was, is it worth it?

Was he selfish to say the answer was yes?

Will took in a deep breath and looked at Gendry. "You're right, I do. Tell me, is it right to risk my friend's lives for a women?" He asked the older boy.

Gendry looked over to Domeric, Dacey and Smalljon who had pulled off the road to set up camp for the night like they had planned. Gendry looked at the laughing and smiling group of friends, then back to Will.

"Well that's for you to decide Will. I haven't known the three of them very long, but I can tell they think really highly of you, you're their friend. They'd die for you, and so would I, we came on this mission because we believe in you. If you think saving Lyra is worth the risk then we'll follow you." He said looking at him from atop his horse.

He looked over at the other three who were now dismounting. "Now come on, let's get camp set up. Smalljon snuck enough ale with him to give us a fun night." He said galloping his horse towards the rest of the group.

Will sighed as he watched him gallop over to the rest of the group. What he said rang in Will's mind, "They're here because they believe in you".

It would have been so much easier if they didn't.

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"HA, and do you remember that time Dacey charmed that stable boy into letting us into the horses? He was eating out of her palm, we took off with the horses and went out for a hunt in the dead of night during the feast!" Smalljon reminisced with a cup of ale in his hands.

The whole group laughed. Wil chuckled as he prodded the fire with a stick, Norvern's warm fur nuzzled up next to him. If he got paid for every story him Domeric, Smalljon and Dacey had he'd be able to buy most of King's Landing. Domeric took another long drink from his cup.

"Yea and then you almost put a spear in my ass!" He yelled over, getting another laugh from the group.

Will remembered that memory vividly. It was the night they celebrated Sansa's 11th nameday. During the middle of the feast the four of them snuck out to go for a midnight hunt by torchlight. Dacey charmed the stable boy into giving them horses, they all rode out and tried to hunt despite their drunken state. When they finally returned his father was of course furious but Will could see on his face, he was trying to hide amusement.

Dacey finished laughed and continued the story. "Haha the look on your face was priceless! And then they way Lord Stark was trying not to-."

At the mention of Will's father the whole group quieted. The four of them looked at Will, whose smile had faded. He looked down into the fire with sullen eyes. He gnawed at his bottom lip, the last memory he had of his father was him crippled, and walking with a cane to the throne room the day after Robert Baratheon had died.

Dacey looked at him apologetically. "I'm sorry Will, I didn't mean to-."

Will waved it off. "No don't worry about it. It's alright, we have more important things to worry about." He said with a sigh, looking up at the three of them.

They all seemed suddenly more interested in their cups. Smalljon took a long drink from his cup and sighed. "Damnit Will you sure know how to ruin a mood." He said in a gest.

Will chuckled and looked at the four of them. "It's not too late you know. You guys can start riding back now if you want, you could catch up to Robb and the rest of the army. I wouldn't think any less of you if you did." He said, looking at all four of them.

Dacey scoffed. "Ba! Come off it Will. I told you, we're coming with you no matter what you say. I'll be damned if I let you do this by yourself." She stressed setting her cup down.

Smalljon finished his cup and did the same. "She's right Will. You're my prince, and my friend if you want to save this Lyra girl than you better damn well know I'm going to help you." He said looking over at him.

Will sighed, it felt good having this much loyalty from his friends. However he still knew in the back of his head, that if they died, he would never be able to live with himself.

"Look I'm touched by your loyalty I really am. This could kill all of us though! Your parents must hate my guts right now for putting their heirs and children in danger like this." He said.

Smalljon let out a genuine laugh. "Bahaha, my father was elated! 'The Prince requested you for a mission. You should feel honored son, William Stark may be young but he's a better man than half of Westeros.' That's what he told me, and I couldn't agree with him more." He said, filling his cup back up.

Domeric shifted uneasily. "I'll be honest, my father wasn't really happy. 'Why risk my heir and the heir to the North for some girl we know barley anything about?' I managed to talk him into letting me go. I've never seen eye to eye with him, I was coming either way." He said looking at Will with those calculating eyes.

Dacey spoke next, "My mother was pleased. She thought it was an honor for me to be asked. I didn't complain, but I'm not doing this for honor. I'm doing this because Will, I know for a fact if I asked you to do something like his you wouldn't blink twice before agreeing to go." She said softly from next to him.

Will shifted uneasily and scratched Norvern's fur. He looked at his group of friends and sighed. "Thank you, all of you guys. I… I feel like you should know why I want to save Lyra so much." He said leaning forward and looking into the fire.

Dacey scoffed again. "Ba, we all know you're in love with her Will. No need to hide it, why else would you risk storming an island for her?"

Will practically winced and took in a deep breath. "It's… more than just that. She's saved my life and my sister's lives more times than I can count. There's more than that though." He said.

Every member of the group looked at Will with anticipation. He didn't want to divulge Lyra's secret to, to many people. "Before I tell you this, you all need to swear to me you won't divulge this information to anyone, even your parents. I feel before I even ask you to risk your life for her, you should know who Lyra really is." He told the four of them.

They all nodded in conformation, indicating that they knew. Will sighed. "Lyra isn't just any girl she's… a bastard. Her father was King Robert Baratheon, her real name is Lyra Waters."

Everyone became even more silent. It hit all of them now, why Lyra was so important. They realized that if they had her, and Robb made her a true Baratheon by name, she could help convince more Lords to our cause.

Before anyone could speak Will spoke again. "Robb wants to legitimize her. With the Baratheon name, it would go a long way to convincing some Lords to join to our cause." He said to them.

The silence was still present. Everyone looked around, at the news that this mission was much more important than anyone could think. Domeric sighed and chuckled. "Ha, I guess we better not fail then. I was waiting to show you guys, I think I've got a plan to get us onto the island." He said with a wicked smile.

"Well if you know what to do please share. I have no idea." Will said, as the four of them moved in around Domeric.

He took a stick from the firewood pile, and drew a replica of Dragonstone. "Now, I have seen pictures of Dragonstone. Its dungeon is down below, and its walls are normally impenetrable. However the only place it isn't walled, is the port." He said drawing a line towards the port side of the island.

He continued. "Now, Dragonstone receives shipments from Duskendale almost daily. When the shipments arrive, the men of Dragonstone normally check them for contraband before they bring them into the fortress itself. If we hide below deck, and wait for them, we can take them out, steal the armor and make our way into the castle." He explained looking at the group.

"Sounds easy enough, is there a catch?" Smalljon asked.

Domeric nodded his head. "Now we don't know who many soldiers they'll send, or if the armor will fit and look believable on us. I say, we take out the guards, and two of us, will pose as prisoners. The ones who take the armor will bring the others out, and when the real soldiers tell us to bring them to the dungeons, we'll bring them down, and we can grab Lyra, and be out within a few hours."

Dacey clapped her hands together. "Alright then! Sounds like we have a plan. It's getting pretty late, we should all start resting up." She said standing up.

"Aye, we got a big day tomorrow. Men to kill, girl to rescue, island to sneak onto. I'll see you all in the morning." Smalljon announced walking over to his bed roll.

The group slowly started going to bed at their own pace. Soon, Will was left alone with Norvern staring into the fire. Norvern was even asleep, and it seemed he was the only one who could not find rest. The night was cold, but he felt himself staying warm by the fires light. He knew Domeric's plan would work. Even if it went astray they would find some way to fix things. He looked up at all the stars, he wondered if his father was somehow watching him from death. Would he support what he was doing? Or would he tell Will his duty would be helping his brother above anything else, even love.

Norvern was steadily breathing next to him. He was Will's on friend who he knew would agree with his decision and follow him regardless of any peril. He was quite large now. It was as if each of the Stark children got the biggest direwolf in age order. The largest was Grey Wind, Robb's wolf, Norvern was slightly smaller than him, then Sansa's wolf when she was alive, then Arya's, then Bran's wolf Summer, then little Rickon's wolf Shaggydog. Norvern was grey and white, he remembered he had given him the name Norvern because it sounded like 'Northern' which of course was what they all were. It was silly, but after he called him that, he couldn't find himself calling him anything but that.

He was afraid, deathly afraid. He was afraid he's let his friends would die, he was afraid Lyra would die. He was afraid that he himself would die. If he died then his family would be forced to morn a father, a husband, a brother and a son. He knew he couldn't turn back now, and he wouldn't.

He remembered one day when father was telling he and Robb stories about the days of Robert's Rebellion. He told them how in most battles he was afraid, just like Will was now.

His father then said to him and Robb. "The only time a man can be brave, is when he's afraid. Remember that" Is what his father said.

He hoped that fact stayed true the next day.

Lyra Waters (15 years old)

The maester had done very little to heal the burns on her left arm. It was probably on Stannis's instructions. If she ever got out of here, the first thing she would do would be slitting his and the red women's throats. However getting out of the dungeons, was looking more and more unlikely as the day went on. Her arm was coaxed in nothing but blood, her skin was purple and red with a tingling sensation still running through it. She could move it just barley, but it was for the most part, motionless. It was burned with red, purple, and part of her upper arm's skin was burned black.

A feeling of hopelessness was starting to take over her body. She had been in the dungeons for what had to be over a month now. She knew the only reason Will couldn't come for her… was if he was dead. The hope the prince of Winterfell, the son of Eddard Stark, heir to the kingdom of the North, the man he swore to protect, the man she'd saved from, and had been saved by so many times, was coming for her… was the only hope she had left. Her last hope was that the man she loved would come save her.

A lose wrap of white bandages was wrapped around her arm. She leaned up against the wall with her hair now coaxed with blood, sweat, and grime. Her once beautiful, long, soft black hair, was now reduced to a tattered mess of blood and sweat that stuck to her shoulders and back.

Her wrists and feet were scuffed and bloody from having chains around them. She got put in them after the first few times she tried to force her way out of the cell. Now all day she just lay there against the wall, hoping for Will, or anything to give her a little bit of hope.

The guard, the same one she's had at her cell door the whole time, approached the cell door with a smirk on his face.

"Dinner." He said in a gruff voice, tossing an old loaf of bread into the cell.

He watched amused, as Lyra slowly, not moving her left arm over to the bread. She picked it up and leaned back against the wall with a thud. She breathed heavy for a few seconds to regain herself, before tearing into the bread, it was old, and hard, but the only food she had in a long time.

As she ate the guard scoffed. "Ba, not so spirited now are ya? I remember when we brought you in, you were kicking, screaming, yelling. Pretty broken now aren't ya? I can't wait to see what his Grace has planned for you next." He laughed as he watched her eat.

She was too weak to respond. So she just looked at him, her mouth and entire body unmoving. He chuckled to himself, and seemed to be ready to insult her further, but the door to the cells opened behind him. Two people were shoved through the doorway with chains around their wrists and feet.

One girl was tall, and strong looking. She had dark hair tied back, with a leather jerkin, and greaves. She had a spot for a weapon on her belt, and looked savage. She seemed ready to spring up at any moment to kill everyone in the room.

The other was a man, wasn't large but looked around the room like he was calculating every single obstacle that could impede his escape. Three more guards entered the room. One towered above the other two, carrying a massive sword at his waist. The other was large like a bull, and looked like he could crush man's head.

The last one made Lyra nearly jump off the floor he was the smallest, but had an air of command around him. The grey eyes, big and staring down at the two prisoners.

"What's the meaning of this!? Who are these two?" The guard demanded of the three of them.

The shortest one stepped forward. "Found these two in the shipment from Duskendale today. From the amount of gold on them, I'd say they were Lannister paid. Probably assassins, I was told to bring them here." He said in a casual voice.

"Will….Will….WILL!" She croaked out with every bit of energy she had.

The guard looked at the group suspiciously, then down at the two 'prisoners'. "Assassins you say? Lannister's would never pay for such shoddy assassin's. They'd settle for nothing less than a faceless man." He said eyeing the three of them.

"Not our business if the Lannister's send shoddy assassin's. Now I had orders to place them in the cells. Now the key?" The lead one said holding out his hands.

Lyra's heart was beating unusually fast. For as big as the guard was, he wasn't stupid. "Will…. Will…. WILL!" She tried yelling out again, her voice cracking.

The guard turned around angrily. "Will you SHUT UP you stupid girl! William Stark is DEAD! Now you three!" He yelled turning back to the three men.

The prisoners on the ground stood slowly, staring down the man. The three guards all stood their ground looking down Lyra's captor. The man to his credit didn't waver. He continued to stare down the group of people, like he was trying to scare them out to leave.

"Now you remain here! I'm going to go check with his Grace, to confirm your story. If your story is true, you would have taken them to him first." He said trying to move towards the door.

In a second the one who was leading them grabbed the hilt of his sword, he pulled it on the man and held it to his throat. Lyra froze now. A direwolf head hilt, a light grey blade, the faint words 'Winter is Coming' itched into the metal. Only one man had that sword, and Lyra found a new strength, that she had not felt since before she was captured.

"WILL!" She screamed as loud as she could.

His sword didn't waver, but he turned his head and looked into the cell. His eyes widened, and for a second, the most adorable smile Lyra had ever seen came onto his face. Lyra let out a small laugh at the goofy look of happiness he had on his face. Some women wouldn't find Will overly handsome, but that goofy look he had on his face right now, Lyra loved. She had missed his face, more than pretty much everything in her time in the cells. His hair was short now, which she found more attractive.

"Lyra." He breathed out not taking his eyes off her.

She wanted to get up then, or at least crawl to the cell door. Her arm wouldn't move, and her fatigue was just too much. She let out a pain yell when she felt a long sharp pain course through her arm again. She collapsed onto the ground gripping her the bicep of her left arm. She suddenly felt like it was on fire again, she had no idea what had happened. The pain was intense, she had been burned weeks ago, but right now it felt like the flames were covering it again.

"AHHHHHH IT'S BURNING! AHHHH HELP ME, WILL, WILL. AHHHHHHHH."

"LYRA! GENDRY GET HER OUT OF THERE! JON RESTRAIN HIM!" She heard Will yell as it felt fire kept coursing through her arm.

Lyra through the pain heard a commotion, yelling and a blade strike another blade, before she felt a strong pair of arms grab her.

"WHAT HAVE YOU DONE TO HER!?" She heard Will shout, as she was lifted up.

She had stopped screaming but the pain didn't stop coursing through her arm. She felt herself beginning to lose consciousness. Her world was becoming more and more black.

"Come on Lyra, hang on. We're gonna get you out of here. Will you need to get over here!" A voice yelled.

Gendry? Lyra recognized his voice. Her brother, it was her brother, her brother had come with the man she loved had come to save him. The people with him, she could only assume were Northmen. Her stupid fantasy had come true, Will burst into the dungeon with a group of Northmen to save her.

"Jon bind him! Dacey go unlatch yourself and Domeric. You go up and keep watch with Norvern. Domeric with Jon." He ordered before a few people responded with a yes.

She looked up from her burning arm to see Gendry looking over her. "Gendry… Will, where's, where's Will." She said softly as the burning in her arm started to cease.

"I'm here, Lyra, hey it's me." His voice came from her right.

And there he was. He was leaning down next to her now, his face in her view. "You… you came, you came for me… Will." She said weakly panting heavily with a smile.

He chuckled and held her face with a hand. "Of course I did." He said breathlessly. "I would never leave you here. I… I love you." He said to her.

If words could have healed physical injuries, those would have rejuvenated her. However they couldn't, and Lyra couldn't do anything but weakly smile. Her eyes fluttering. She gently reached her good hand up and stroked Will's cheek.

"I… I love you. I, I thought you were dead." She said weaker, blinking repeatedly.

Will's face showed a look of alarm. "No, no, no come on. We're going to get you out of here alright. You're safe now." He said.

She didn't feel herself on death's door. No, she knew she still had a lot of fight left in her. Now however, she felt herself needing more than anything to just… shut her eyes.

She just wanted to be carried off the damn island by Will, and to go back home with him. She wanted more than anything to just be back in her old clothes, and be her old self again, with Will right next to her.

She felt her hand slowly slide from his cheek. "Just… just need to rest." She said before her eyes fluttered closed.

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Lyra felt a dreamless sleep upon her. It only lasted for, what she guessed was an hour. When she awoke she was leaning against the wall in the dungeon. She looked over and saw Will, with another large man, tightening the binds on the guard who had been outside her cell for all this time. The group of five was all around their new prisoner, trying to get Will to stop smashing his fist into him.

While Will was wailing away, the girl who had come, the tough looking one saw she awoke. She rushed over to her with a water skin in her hand. She leaned down and held the water to Lyra's mouth. She almost downed almost all of it before the girl laughed pulling it away.

"Ha, Will was right. Looks like it'll take a lot more to break you then they thought." She said putting the water back onto her belt.

Lyra leaned her head up, with a newfound strength. She shifted uncomfortably. She looked up at the girl. "Ughh, gods I feel like I slept on rocks." She groaned as she heard more blows landing.

The girl laughed. "Ha that's because you have. We've been down here for about an hour while you slept. Will didn't want to move until you woke." She said looking over at him with his men besides him.

Lyra squinted her eyes and saw Will. He was pacing around the guard that had tortured her for so long. He would ask a question, and when he didn't answer the Prince of Winterfell would strike a hard blow to him.

"What is he doing?" Lyra asked weakly trying to move her limbs.

The girl looked over and Will and chuckled lightly. "Our Prince wasn't exactly happy with how you've been treated during your time here. He's been trying to figure out what happened to your arm." She said pointing to her mangled, burned arm.

Lyra looked down and almost got sick at the sight of her left arm. It was disgustingly purple and black, her skin was beginning to shrivel, and it would feel like a pin pricked her arm every now and again. With a wince she managed to close her burnt hand into a fist, and regain feeling into her hand. She had no idea how she had any use of her arm left, but she managed to move it slightly. Did the red women's magic make it feel like it was burning again before she passed out? She needed to answer this question later.

Right now she looked at Will, and then back to the girl. "I can tell him. Can… can you help me to my feet?" She asked moving her right arm to get herself up.

The girl nodded and helped lift her off the ground to her feet. She stumbled for a second, she hadn't stood up on her own free will in a while. She walked a few steps and managed to regain her balance.

The girl left her be and turned to the group. "Aye Will! Your girl is awake." She said walking over to him.

His head turned in a second. The goofy grin she loved so much came, and he walked over and he hugged her. It was the greatest feeling she had in a long time, having him hug his arms around her waist. She wrapped her good arm around his neck and hugged him fiercely.

He pulled back and looked into her blue eyes. "How are you feeling? Are you alright?" He asked her.

She gingerly nodded her head. "Of course I'm alright. It was you I was worried about. Last time I saw you… you had gotten stabbed." She said worriedly not taking her hand off his neck.

He chuckled lightly and smiled. "Ha, it'll take more than a stab wound to kill me. You should know that." He said leaning his forehead against hers, not caring about the blood and grime she had covering her.

She managed a small laugh again. "Ha, well I wasn't there to save your sorry ass this time." She said smiling, the pain in her arm forgotten for a second.

A group of laughs came from behind them. The tall lumbering man with a brown beard stepped up. "Bahaha, I like her Will." He laughed with a gruff voice.

Will let go of her and turned to his men. He let Lyra lean her arm over his shoulder. "Told you she was worth it Jon." He said smiling.

Lyra scanned the group of people Will had brought with him. She smiled and nodded to them all. "Thank you all, for risking your lives. I should introduce myself, my names Lyra." She said, trying to ignore the pain.

Will kept his arm firmly around her while he introduced them all. "Lyra, meet your rescuers. You know Gendry, this is Smalljon Umber heir to Last Hearth." He said pointing to the large man with the beard.

To Lyra he looked like he could cleave a man's head with his sword. "And this is Domeric Bolton, the heir to the Dreadfort. The plan to get in here was his."

Will pointed to the boy with the calculating eyes. "And last but certainly not least this is Dacey Mormont, heir to Bear Island." She said introducing the girl who had given her the water.

Lyra nodded to her to, and winced, grabbing her arm gingerly. She almost fell down when a shocking pain went through her arm. Will immediately steadied her, and Lyra latched onto him for support. He helped her back to her feet, and looked worriedly at her arm.

"Lyra… how… how did that happen? What did they do to you?" He asked her worriedly.

A cough and a gruff laugh came from across the room. The guard was bound by his hands and feet in chains. He looked up at the six of them with a bloody face, but a crooked smile.

"It was the Lord of Light. Lady Melisandre has our Lords blessing, and his power flows through her. You should feel blessed to have been burned by his fire." He said with a bloody smile.

Will was angry now. Lyra knew for the most part he would never get very angry and would always try to keep a level head. However now, he was angry. He swung his fist through the man's face.

"You. BURNED. Her!?" He yelled at him.

The man spit out blood and laughed again. "Ha, oh yes. Her king's blood gives King Stannis power. He will soon sit the Iron Throne where he belongs." He said in a confident voice.

"Ohh bloody hell, let's burn him Will! Send him to the god he loves so much!" Gendry said angrily.

Will punched the man hard one more time. He was breathing heavy, his fist bloody. He walked back and helped support Lyra again. He looked to his group and shook his head. "No, that's what he wants. I have a much better idea."

He leaned Lyra on Gendry for support and walked over to the door to the dungeons. He unlocked the door and put his finger up to his mouth and let out a sharp whistle. Everyone looked at the door, and soon Lyra heard the patter of paws on the stone floor. It was Norvern, he had gotten even larger since Lyra had last seen him. He still had the grey with white blotches and one white paw.

"Norvern!" Lyra said smiling, genuinely happy to see the direwolf.

The wolf turned its head and trotted over to Lyra and enthusiastically. She bet the animal over his neck, and hugged it. Along with Will the loyal beast really was her friend as well. He nipped at her neck affectionately.

"I've miss you to boy…" She said pulling back and looked at the wolf.

She smiled at him, but was slightly taken aback when the beast started growling. He let out a low growl and turned to face the guard. Will came over and held the wolf back. Soon he was growling and snarling at the guard, who for the first time didn't look very confident. Lyra knew in a second Norvern would be tearing out the man's throat.

Lyra had never been one for violent death like this. Ever since she saw what happened to her mother, she thought nobody deserved to die like that. However at the moment… she didn't care. She wanted to see Norvern tear the man's neck open, and hear him scream and die a slow painful death. She wanted to hate the thought, but she couldn't. She wanted the man to suffer more than she had suffered, and she didn't care about how violent her death would be.

Will spoke in a steely angry tone. "You're going to die here. After that we're all going to get out of here. And then I'm going to kill Stannis, and that red women for what they've done to her." He said, before letting go of Norvern's fur.

Norvern slowly walked towards the man. His screams would haunt Lyra's nightmares forever.

A:N) So I'm really sorry for this late update. I have been having pretty severe thunderstorms like A LOT in my area and my internet if going out often. I promise I will NEVER go more than two weeks without an update.

As for the story, I was happy with this chapter/episode I think it was a nice reunion scene and I hope you guys feel the same. A question I want to answer now, is that yes it wasn't a coincidence that Lyra's arm suddenly felt like it was on fire again. It will come into play later.

Next chapter is going to be the escape from Dragonstone and we will have some stuff from King's Landing with Myrcella, Tyrion and Cersei.

So I also want you guys to PLEASEEEEE review! The more reviews I get on the chapter, the more inspired I get. The more inspired I get the faster I update.

If I post a chapter and get 0 or 1 review on it, it'll make me question what I wrote, and make me hesitate to update again.

But as usual guys please please review, and I will see you in about a week! "Winter is Coming" –domgk115