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Chapter 1

Lysandra of Lys

Several years later since that fateful day of Robert's Rebellion. Times eased the pain, but some refused to let that past hold back the future of their offspring.

Out came the traveling group who decided to return to the North.

Look there, it is the famous Lys Theatre group. Many are pleased to be welcome back since it has been years since that fateful and disgusting year.

The traveling theatre is growing and traveling more. Some had families of their own during their stay while others had followed the footsteps of their fathers, mothers, and grandfathers into being actors and actresses.

None is more pleased than the theatre empress herself. Lysandra of Lys looks beautiful than ever, but she is easing up the hardship since they had endured their pain and sorrows together. Her long blonde hair has been cut short by the shoulders since she is getting tired of having long hair. She did gain a little weight, but not too much.

Lysandra is pleased with her theatre group slowly growing and lively than ever.

But what she is more pleased with is her daughter.

Long black hair down to the waist, good childbearing hips, chest around good enough, high cheekbones, purple eyes, and that smile reminded her of Brandon Stark.

Like her father and every member of his family.

She is a She-wolf.

Theodora Snow is grown beautifully.

Her Little she-wolf is both an actress like herself. She is a very famous and popular Courtesan. Yes, she accepts that life for her daughter.

After all, in Lys, they are very popular Courtesan and consider the highest power to play their politics and groom to next heirs if they are lucky enough to stay enough.

Her daughter laid good and powerful clients from all over Westeros. Particularly, Lords who wished to feel loved by not their wives or young green boys who wished to lay with their daughter.

If they seem pleasant enough, her daughter will allow them. If not, they will be refused and sent away by their private guards that are employed in their Theatre group. Theodora did love them, but not enough to be anyone's true wife or lover. Or better yet, she refused to be any man's possessions.

Lysandra is happy that her daughter lets herself have happiness and feel like a real woman. Theodora feels that these rules of women's virtues and maidenhood are prisons themselves.

Which no doubt, inherited the wild wolf-like Brandon believes.

Lysandra scoffs at these motions on limiting women's rights to whether or not they wished to know how to keep their men happy.

Their love Gods will be pleased with Theodora. "Mother, could check on my treasure for me? There are bumping roads ahead of us." Theodora leaned over to tell her mother.

Noticing the bumping road ahead of them.

Lysandra turned and check on her special pearl of both their worlds.

A baby is cooed and sleeps in the well-adjusted bassinet.

Brown-haired and features were similar to Brandon Stark.

Theodora Snow has a bastard daughter of her own and one of her high lord clients fathered her granddaughter.

From Westland's, she believes that was months ago, but Lysandra can't seem to recall who was this Lord that gave them the highest bidder of 100 thousand gold dragons to spend some time with her daughter.

It gave their director a heart attack. Usually, the price is around 50 gold prices and one silver stag.

However, they stay for days because her daughter said that Lord Tywin Lannister must insist that they do and gave them their share of money from the play.

As always, their plans are a success. Yet every time it ended some maid or guard would take her daughter to greet her Lord 'Client' every night.

Her daughter refused to tell her mother since her client is very insisted that no one must know about it. Lysandra respected her daughter's wish but still puzzled. Now months later, her daughter is with her child.

'Who is this powerful client that is so persisted on my daughter?' Lysandra thoughtfully puzzled herself. Lysandra looked down at her granddaughter with a bundle of joy and love.

Theodora named the child Lyarra Snow after Brandon's lady mother whom she never knew.

Theodora is happy and pleased to have a daughter of her own. Lyarra is quite loved by everyone in their group.

She is such a happy baby. Always laughing or worse her tantrums seem to show more wolf than her daughter.

"Winter Town dead ahead!" Their director shouted for everyone.

They settled in Winter Town.

How nostalgic.

This is the place where she first met by Brandon Stark

Today they will play Antony and Cleopatra Play.

Theodora plays Cleopatra. She looks stunningly beautiful with Dornish silk and jewels.

Lysandra look at her daughter performs, but imagine her surprise she saw the sigils of the direwolf.

"No, it can't be…"

Eddard Stark

Lord Eddard Stark, also known as Ned Stark, was the head of House Stark, the Lord of Winterfell, Lord Paramount, and Warden of the North.

He was the older brother of Benjen, Lyanna, and the younger brother of Brandon Stark.

He is the father of Robb, Sansa, Arya, Bran, and Rickon by his wife, Catelyn Tully, and uncle of Jon Snow, who he raised as his bastard son. He was a dedicated husband and father, a loyal friend, and an honorable lord.

He decided to take his boys to help in do some lord duties to look over their common people. Yet he saw a gathering of people.

'I suppose I could allow the boys to watch a little entertainment.' Ned decided to lead Robb, Jon, and Theon along with Jory Cassel to take their seats to watch the theatre.

He has to admit this play is quite good.

Antony (Act 1 Scene 1)

"Eternity was in our lips and in our eyes."

Cleopatra (Act 1, Scene 3)

"O happy horse, to bear the weight of Antony!"

A woman performs her act quite well. He felt a punch in his gut that this young woman looks so much like Ashara Dayne. Yet he could tell something familiar of this girl.

Ned looks at his group and saw they look at her in awe like she is a goddess.

He watches these two powerful lovers conquer all, but in the end, tragedy had come to them. It all reminded Ned too much of his sister Lyanna and Rhaegar's tragedies.

He watched the ending of the play.

The Egyptian navy deserts, leading the defeated Antony to believe that Cleopatra has betrayed him to Octavius. She is so angry that she retreats to her monument and sends false words to Antony that she has committed suicide.

Ned watch and didn't realize that he was leaning forward along with his boys. Everyone is eager for what happens next.

Appalled, and echoing the suicide of the conspirator Brutus at Philippi, Antony begs a faithful servant to hold his sword while he falls upon it. Unwilling to do so, the servant, Eros, kills himself. Antony then attempts suicide but fails, leaving himself badly wounded.

People muffled their shock or scream at the awful fate.

A messenger arrives from Cleopatra, telling Antony of her deception. Antony instructs his guards to take him to Cleopatra's monument where he is raised up to the top of the monument to die in her arms.

By the looks of it. Theon is crying despite he is wiping away from his face. Robb and Jon smirk at the Ironborn ward. Theon insisted that he is sweating his eyes out.

Having persuaded Octavius that she will surrender, but fearful of capture and the shame of being exhibited as a defeated enemy through the streets of Rome, Cleopatra holds a poisonous snake to her breast and dies, along with her faithful maids.

It truly fascinated him that this play ends in a tragedy.

Everyone gasped and cheered at the performance. Including the household of Starks.

Ned looks back at one of the actresses and saw someone he knew.

Lysandra!

He recognized that beauty anywhere. He once met her at Vale where her group performed and mention that Brandon intended to bed her but could never.

The young purple-eyed beauty went to Lysandra and kiss her on the cheek. She saw slightly resembles between the two.

"It can't be…" Ned knows that Brandon wasn't committed to anyone's marriage, but he never thought Brandon had done it.

He spotted his brother's bastard daughter.

He must meet her now before it's too late.

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Courtesan: nonliterary

a prostitute, especially one with wealthy or upper-class clients.

"they diverted their remaining funds into frequenting courtesans"

Courtesan, in modern usage, is a euphemism for a prostitute, particularly one with wealthy, powerful, or influential clients. The term historically referred to a courtier, a person who attended the court of a monarch or other powerful person.