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Prologue
Dreams are like fantasy.
Some dream of memories. Others have nightmares.
But many religions beliefs that they are our vision, prophecies, and omens.
Like one little girl from the House of Stark had those dreams.
Lynara Stark
It wasn't easy for Lynara Stark growing up in Winterfell. Out of all the Starks children who grew up with beliefs of Old Gods and Seven Gods. She doesn't believe in them.
She finds them confusing. Yet she doesn't know what to believe in anymore.
She once was innocent but seven years old was gone within the blink of the eye. She grew up to wise herself and not throw into tantrums. Lynara spoke in riddles or prophecies.
She declared herself a red priestess and worship R'hllor, the Lord of Light. Lynara dresses in nothing, but red clothing.
Spoke of a man with a wolf head, Dragons returning to the world, and a great war that divided the seven kingdoms.
Many said that she is mad, demon and witch.
She was a witch in everyone's eyes. She knows it to be true. Her father is or rather was Eddard Stark, Lord of Winterfell and Warden of the North. He died at the hands of a foolish boy king. Her oldest brother, Robb is now Lord of Winterfell, Warden of the North, and King of the North. Her Sisters are gone. One is held captive by the Lannister and the other one is missing.
Her home is now invaded and taken by Greyjoys.
Locked in this tower by Theon Greyjoy while her little brothers, Brandon and Rickon ran with Osha and Hodor.
'Thank R'hllor', She sighs as she thought her brother is free, but she must remain here to keep Winterfell standing.
Winterfell must always have a Stark.
Those were her fathers' words. She knew that she is still a Stark and must remain in Winterfell to keep her home alive.
BING-BONG
Warning bells sounded out for Winterfell. No doubt that it is her Brother's army coming to free them from Greyjoy's hands.
A commotion rose and sounds of swords being drawn.
BARK!
Lynara turned and saw her beautiful Direwolf chained to the wall. It breaks her heart to see her untamed wolf being chained up like that.
Her wolf Daena is named after Princess Daena Targaryen, also known as Daena the Defiant, who was the eldest daughter of King Aegon III Targaryen and Queen Daenaera Velaryon. She was the sister-wife of King Baelor I Targaryen and was the mother of Daemon Blackfyre, her bastard son by the future King Aegon IV Targaryen.
Doors are busted open.
Ka-Bang!
Five men or one woman came forward.
'What?' Lynara raised her eyebrow in surprise at their appearance. They are no Northman of her brothers nor anyone she had seen before.
Growling*
Daena snarled and growled at the strange visitors. It made her chains being rattled.
Kling!
"Daena calm," Lynara spoked to her Direwolf. Daena covered her teeth and sit calmly but wary of them.
"Who are you?" Lynara demanded. One of them looked at her then out came another whisper in the leader's ears.
He raised his ax and banged that locked of her jail. Lynara gasped and stood back.
The door is opened, and the lock is busted. He ripped the doors opened and stepped forward.
He grunted and grabbed her by the arms. She huffed at him and tried to get away from his grip.
"No!" Lynara is pulled along with him. She refused to be anyone's hostage. "Daena!" Her wolf whimpers and tries to go to her mistress. Deana has pulled herself and being choked by the chain yet wanted to go to her mistress.
Lynara feared for her Direwolf.
"I will go, but not without her!" That made the stranger paused and looked at her than her wolf. He shouted at words that lead one of the strangers to bang the chain that released the wolf.
Daena scrambled towards her and rubbed her head against her hips. Lynara stroked her wolf's head. Relief flashed in her mind and heart.
The man gruff and pulled her. Daena followed and stuck by her side.
Leading her where bodies are disoriented and few people, she recognized were slaughter. They lead her to her families' halls.
There is her father's head seat and table.
Lynara noticed that he brought an army of sorts. She looked at the person in her father's seat.
It angered her. That is her father's seat, and it will remain his seat until he comes home.
"What is this?" This man spoke their language. Lynara covers her shocked and surprised.
"We found this one in the tower. When one of the men said she is the lady of the Castle before overrun by Kraken's men."
The man scoffs and moves himself up. He walks towards her and circles around her along with Daena which piqued his curiosities.
Lynara slowly realized that he is a cripple, yet his people are more afraid of him.
His hand touches her face and looks at her. He tilted her a bit and he gleefully laughed at her no emotional face.
"You are not a demon." Everyone laughed.
"Nor you are a witch either. No, I would say that you völva like my mother, Queen Aslaug and wife of Ragnar lorthbork!"
A great cheer shouted out in her family's home.
"Who are you?" Lynara spoke without fear.
The hall grew quiet. They all looked at her then their leader nervously.
The leader looked stunned but laughs amusedly.
"Forgive me, but what about your name?"
"I will give you my name, but exchange for yours." Lynara wagered him. She will be made a fool.
"Lynara of House Stark." She told him.
"I am Ivar the Boneless."
This is the mark of history. For it is written, of the reign between the Lynara Stark who will one day marries Ivar The Boneless. Her name went from Red Demon to red witch into Ruthless Queen.
Lynara Stark source claim: 9a6570435cd34ca32d68371dcd334e6e
She was named after her ancestor, Lynara Stark was a noblewoman of House Stark during the second century after Aegon's Conquest.[2] She was a descendant of a younger son of Lord Brandon "the Boisterous" Stark.[3]
Lynara married her distant cousin, Cregan Stark, Lord of Winterfell and Warden of the North. They had five children together; Jonnel, Edric, Lyanna, Barthogan, and Brandon Stark.[2]