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Alex.

Lady Lyarra.

The babe in her arms had been a surprising blessing from the old gods. Lady Lyarra had not been aware of her pregnancy until the time of the birth. The babe had yet to be named, and Lyarra knew better than to name her herself, no, she needed the guidance of the old gods to name the babe. Her other son, Brandon who had just turned one stared at babe in her arms with wide interested eyes. Lyarra smiled at her son and looked down to the babe in her arms.

The babe's eyes were not blue as the eyes of other babes, they were silvery grey, a mark of the gods and the reason why Lyarra knew she was not the one who was to name the babe, Brandon cooed from his crib capturing Lyarra's attention.

"This is your sister Brandon," she told the small child who was enraptured in his mother's voice "A true blessing from the old gods, she shall grow to be great and you shall protect her, for when the lonely wolf dies the pack survive and winter is coming my child"

Not that Brandon Stark could understand his mother's words, but the small babe in Lyarra's arms started suddenly crying. Lyarra started hushing the babe softly and murmuring sweet nothings, her calm voice was enough and a few minutes later the babe was sleeping in her arms Lyarra smile and stood from her chair placing the small babe in a crib next to Brandon's, a maid came into the room.

"My lady" she curtsied "Lord Stark wants to know if you have named the small lady already?" Asked the maid, Lyarra smiled kindly at the maid.

"I have not, the old gods will be the ones to name our babe, I will head to the godswood now, perhaps tonight the gods will share the name of the babe with me" Lyarra said with a knowing smile.

Lyarra stood on the sideway of the road as the small convoy passed by, they were carrying the Stark banner proudly; she was confused as to why she was there. The convoy was led by two, a man and a woman both dressed in Northern furs, Lyarra couldn't remember Rickon talking about having more family. The convoy approached but they paid her no mind, as if they could not see her standing there.

"Why are we doing this again?" Asked the leading man, the woman smiled at him, Lyarra noticed that they were both too young.

"Because father said so Brandon, its the fifth time you've asked now, wonder if I should've brought Ned instead" the woman said, and Lyarra stared at this Brandon realization dawning upon her, this were her children all grown up.

"Eddard? You've got to be kidding me?" Said Brandon, Lyarra frowned. "Next time you'll be telling me that Benjen is your favorite brother," her unnamed daughter laughed.

"You are mistaking me for Lyanna brother, those two are too wild for their own good" mused the woman. Lyarra made sure to remember the names that had been said Eddard, Lyanna and Benjen.

"As if you're not a wild one too, Alexandra, do I need to remind you sister, who was the one who almost sliced herself up with father's sword?" He said mischievously, she swatted him as she laughed.

"And who is now the best swordswoman in Winterfell?" She asked proudly.

"The only one" answered Brandon with a smile. Lyarra stared at the road as her children continued passing by in light banter. She and Rickon would produce more children and her daughter's name, Alexandra Stark, along with Eddard, Lyanna and Benjen, her not yet born children yet she felt that she already loved them.

Lyarra opened her eyes to find herself on her bed with her husband by her side, she had dreamt of her children, grown and happy, she smiled to herself and silently sent a small prayer to the old gods. Rickon Stark stirred and awoke to find his wife staring happily at him.

"I know her name," she whispered, "I know the name of all of our children to come" Rickon's eyes widened as she pressed her lips to his. "Five Stark direwolves my husband" she said after kissing him.

"Five?" He asked, she nodded "This is a blessing that must be celebrated, we shall have a feast tonight, the gods have been kind to us"

"They have" Lyanna agreed, "Our children will grow to be wonderful"

"What is her name my darling wife? What is the name that the gods have bestowed upon our child" asked Rickon after a while.

"Alexandra" she told him, saying her daughter's name for the first time.

"Lady Alexandra Stark of Winterfell" Rickon said, repeating his daughter's name "We shall reveal her name tonight at the feast"

Lyarra watched as her husband stood from his bed rapidly grabbing a tunic and furs, she smiled when he left the room in a hurry. The lady of Winterfell stood from her bed and went to the small crib that was in her rooms, the babe, Alexandra was awake but silent, so unlike Brandon when he had been born. Lyarra picked the babe up and smiled to her daughter.

"Hello Alexandra" she cooed softly, the babe was staring at her with those big silvery grey eyes "Your father is very enthusiastic about revealing your name my dear; I believe that if I don't stop him the good King Aerys will receive a raven with your name" Lyarra laughed at her own joke and Alexandra kept staring at her mother with all the wonder a newborn could muster.

"Come here Alexandra," cooed the Lady of Winterfell as her little girl learned to walk, her small face filled with determination, Brandon who was almost two sat on his father's lap as he watched his sister.

"Mama" the girl said as she extended her arms from her place on the floor, Lyarra smiled at her daughter.

"You can do it my little wolf" encouraged Lyarra, Alexandra stood in small shaky legs and took an uneasy step, then another, Lyarra held her breath as Alexandra took yet another step, and another until she made her way to her.

"Mama" said the girl again as she reached her mother, Lyarra gathered her girl in her arms kissing her brow softly.

"My brave, brave little wolf"

Rickon watched as his wife embraced their daughter, a smiled crept up to his face; the small perfect moment lingered around the Stark family. Alexandra once out of her mother's embrace tried a new direction, with shaky legs and short steps she made it to he father's chair, Rickon grabbed her and settled her next to Brandon who immediately tried to pull his sister's hair, Rickon caught the boy's hand before he could and smiled fondly at his children, Lyarra stood from her place on the floor.

"I believe our little wolves require baths," said Lyarra as she took Alexandra, Rickon nodded.

"I'll take Brandon" he said, Lyarra smiled at him and nodded, surely times could only get better.