"Monarchs ought to put to death the authors and instigators of war, as their sworn enemies and as dangers to their states."- Elizabeth I

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Chapter 1

Harrenhal 7 years later…

The land is being heavily flourished and markets are built to bring riches and the people are happy about their home.

Henrietta is being dressed up for an unexpected visitor. Her hair is style into chignon bun hairstyles with few strays of her blond curly hair is loose in her face. Her maids and Septa are dressing her up for an important people. They are her kin, House of Starks.

"Is it true that the Starks can turn into wolves?" She asked in curious question. Her Septa name Morgan smiled and laughs gently, "No, my dear. They just like to dress like a wolf and be warm outside of the snow."

They put on her yellow dress in sigil of black bats around her skirts.

"Now you must be a good girl that I know she is in there somewhere." Septa Morgan gave a stern looked which Henrietta gave a sheepish grin.

Tick!

A sound came from the window. A pebble has been thrown again.

She ran to the window and sees who has been throwing them.

It is her friend, the son of the Blacksmith and maid name, Richard Grave. Henrietta opened her window.

"Richard, I told you, not today!"

Young Richard looked at her surprised, "You look like a girl!"

"That's what I am, half-wit!"

He shouted out again, "Yeah, but today you look it!"

Henrietta looked furious, "Boy or girl, I can still whip you!"

Henrietta ran out of the room despite the effort from the maids and Septa Morgan shouted pleas. She'll show him!

Walter Whent, Lord of Harrenhal is waiting to greet Lord Eddard Stark and his family. Eddard Stark is stern man and they wished to make a deal for the food and supplies for winter times to come. He brought in his boys young Robb Stark and two extras Theon Greyjoy and Jon Snow.

He has no problem with Jon Snow because that would make him a hypocrite because his daughter is out of wedlock, but Shella loved their daughter all the same. He is still waiting on the request to legitimize his child from rivers to Whent from Kingslanding. It's the Greyjoy boy he is worried about. He knows that sooner or later, his father will be bitter and refusing to see this boy as his only heir. He knows the type of men; Balon Greyjoy is a wounded, bitter wardog who won't accept his defeat.

"Lord Stark, Welcome to Harrenhal." He bowed and others follow the suit.

"Indeed, Lord Whent. I thank you for meeting with us on short noticed."

Lord Whent smiled as he is holding onto his cane. He is getting old and the years are almost up. Shella is worried and fussed over the need to stay in bed.

"Now who are these children names are?"

Lord Stark introduced them, "My son and heir, Robb Stark. My other son, Jon Snow. And this is my ward, Theon Greyjoy, Heir to the Pyke."

Lord Whent was about to reply, but was cut off.

"PAPA!"

Henrietta came in mudding and dirty, but Lord Whent let put a booming laughter. He knew his daughter was up to no good the moment they put her on a nice dress.

"Where do you get yourself off to?"

Henrietta laugh and smiles, "I slaughter him, papa!"

"Oh?" He raises his eyebrow intrigued by choice of words. They all turned and looked, Richard cover in mud and sullen look of defeat.

"Well, let's have a look of you." Lord Whent looked at his child and shrugged off. They will make sure she takes a bath after this. "It will have to do."

He places her in front of him.

"This is my child, Lady Henrietta of Harrenhal."

She was silently instructed by her mother to curtsy in the presence of the Lord Stark and his party.

Eddard Stark smiled at her. She is unruly as his sister, Lyanna was at that age. He is sure that she will grow out of it.

"Come on in." Lord Whent pick her up against his own, "And you young lady need a bath. Hehe."

They all walked into his home where they already set up a feast for them.

Jon Snow

Harrenhal is glorious as if looks like ruins, but still has it full history. The meeting with Lord Whent and his wife and their daughter, name Henrietta. Jon wasn't sure what to think about it.

They said that she is the bastard child and sole heir to Harrenhal. He watches in envy that she is so much loved by Lord Whent and Lady Shella Whent.

Jon felt envy and he shook his head to get rid of such jealously.

It's not her fault. Yet he can't stop staring at her. Soft blonde hair, she smiles without a care in the world and eyes that shine in happiness.

Henrietta simply smiled at him. He had gotten shy and bashful. No other girls gave him time and day. Since he is only a bastard son and Robb, his brother is a trueborn.

Jon decided to hide behind his Lord father a bit. He shyly looked around his father to see if she is still looking at him.

He heard her silently giggles and battering her eyelashes at him. Jon's face turned red and lowers his head down.

Both the adults saw this and smirk at the sight.

"He's kind of bashful isn't papa?" said, Henrietta.

"Well, maybe he wouldn't be if you said Hello." Suggested by Lord Whent as he strokes her hair.

Taking a step closer Henrietta did, "Hello, Jon."

Jon shyly took a step back further to his father's form. Henrietta is being persistent on being his friend, "I said, Hello."

Jon bashfully hides behind Lord Stark. "Well, aren't you going to answer her?"

Jon gapped and shakes his head.

Lord Stark gasped, "You're not afraid are you?"

Jon frowned more and shakes his head in denial.

"Well, go on ahead." Ned gently pushed him forward and Jon stumbled in front of her which Henrietta is happy and dances a little.

"Go on, say hello," urged by Lord Stark.

Jon meekly submits and bowed his head, "Hello."

That's all she needs to hear. Henrietta squealed happily darting in his way and around a stupefied Jon not knowing what to do. Henrietta then started chasing him. They ran around and Jon trips backward against a pond.

SPLASH!

He fell into a pound that is surrounded by tall leaves.

Jon shakes his wet hair and focusing his mind at what happened. Suddenly, he felt a soft press on his cheek. It was Henrietta pecked on his cheek! She pulls back before Jon could spot her.

Henrietta keeps doing it over and over again. Jon was trying to pinpoint her, but he became more frustrated.

"TA-DA!" Henriette shouted joyfully that Jon finally got her.

She gasped surprise at his angry expression. No more playing games! The wolf came to hunt her down.

"You," shouted he did, by leaping to her.

Henrietta shrieked and ran away. Jon smiled and chase after her. They ran around the courtyard that even Theon and Robb chased after her. But Jon is the fastest of the boys.

Henrietta squeezed between her father's legs. Lord Whent caged her to add the fun. But eventually, she gotten out with Jon on her heels and Theon with Robb follow the suit.

The children are so distracted that many servants and guards are watching the entertainment of the children. Many of the workers smiled and dreamily remembering their youths before adulthoods.

Both Eddard Stark and Walter Whent are smiling at their children. They exchanged each other looked in their eyes knowing that perhaps they can unite their house.

THUMP!

All four children tumbled together tangled. They all groan at the impact that landed on each other. Yet they all laughed loudly at the fun game they had played.

Jon laughed so hard.

He wished that he could do this again.

He felt like himself.

He felt freedom for the first time in his life.

So, what you think? I got this scene from Disney movie, Bambi. So, bring in reviews and comments. Hope this chapter is worth the wait.