For the past three weeks since his birth, she had not let Leonardo out of her sight. She was practically obsessed with her son. Everyone would always look to the gardens where Maya was often found, smiling as she was with her son. She loved hearing her son giggle and his smile was the brightest thing in her life in that moment. She kissed his forehead, balancing him in her arms as she sat in the grass with the flowers above them. She opened an old book from the library and read to him, "The greenseers of the children, shamans of a kind, were said to be able to talk with all beasts and birds, and to see through the eyes of their carved weirwoods and posses strong magic."

Maya smiled down at her son, continuing read the way of the Old Gods, "There are no priests, no holy texts, no songs of worship, and practically no rites that go with the worship of the old gods. A prayer is recited before the heart tree in a godswood, holy groves contained within castles throughout the Seven Kingdoms, and often the only places where living weirwoods still remain until one goes north of the Wall. It is said that the sigh of the wind and the rustle of leaves are the old gods speaking children of the forest believe that the weirwood trees were the gods and when they die they become part of the godhood."

"My lady," someone called from behind her, bowing.

"Yes?"

"A painter came by a few moments and wanted me to give to you."

Maya took the parchment from the guard and opened it up to reveal a drawing of her and Leonardo smiling at each other. She smiled at it and commanded the guard, "Give him a hundred gold dragons and deliver this to Lord Jaime. He's near Riverrun with the Freys, if you should come across Malakhi, then give it to him to deliver it to Lord Jaime."

"Yes, my lady," the guard bowed and left her alone with her son.

Maya started to read again when another guard interrupted her again, giving her three letters. Maya froze when she saw the seals on each of the letters. She frowned when opened the letter with the crown seal on it.

Lady Maya Lannister,

Your presence is requested by King Tommen Baratheon and the High Sparrow of the Seven for the trial of Lady Cersei Lannister, former Queen Regent. You will be here within the fortnight or be branded as a traitor to the realm.

Signed,

King Tommen Baratheon, the First of His Name, King of the Andals, the Rhoynar, and the First Men, Lord of the Seven Kingdoms

Maya gives the letter to the guard and commanded, "Throw it into the fire."

Maya would rather suffer than go back to that place. Maya opened the letter with the Martell seal on it as she let out a heavy sigh.

Lady Maya Stark,

I would like to have lunch with you within the week. Please come to Dorne, we have much to discuss.

Sincerely,

Ellaria Sand of Dorne, Lady of Sunspear

She knew that this could only mean one thing and that was that House Martell was perished somehow. She heard that Myrcella Baratheon had died because of Oberyn's paramour. She knows that she is now the ruler of Dorne and House Martell. A woman ruling Dorne...how fitting. Maya opened the other letter with the direwolf seal on it, anxiously reading it over while keeping an eye on her son.

Maya,

Jon and I are going to take back Winterfell in the name of House Stark. The wildlings have rallied to our side which made our numbers only a little bit higher, but we still need more men. I know that you most likely won't be able to send us any since they are all sworn to House Lannister. We need you here with us when we take back our home. Please come right away and help us destroy House Bolton.

Winter is coming.

Love,

Sansa

Maya holds the letter to her heart tightly before commanding, "Have our things packed including my son's. It seem that our time away from the world has come to a tragic end. Tell no one of this and have my men from the North ready as well. This must be kept a secret. Do you understand what I am saying?"

"Of course. I am under your command, not his," the guard said.

She held her son close to her as she followed the guard out of the garden and towards her chambers, her handmaidens standing up from their seats and following behind her.

"Ready the horses. We leave at the first light," she commanded. "Mary, pack our clothes, something for both summer and winter. Bertha, gather food for thirty people or so, the horses as well. Natasha make sure that no one knows of this, use your gifts if you have to. Magnus, I want you to make sure that everyone is prepared for the journey."

They all nodded and made their separate ways to start on their duties.

"What should I tell Malakhi?"

"Nothing. He is in Lannister and Frey territory. I love my husband, but he will try to stop us, this may lead to a downfall in our mission. Send a man to him if you must, whisper in his ear though. Oh, write to Ellaria Sand and accept the invitation to lunch, tell her that there are other matters that concern me, but I shall be there as soon as I can."

Maya kissed her son's head and smiled down at him.

They left right before dawn, leaving the castle to capable hands or so Maya hoped at least. She'd become friends with most of the staff though some of them had made it clear where their loyalties lied which was not House Stark.

Maya held it to be no concern of hers as she turned her thoughts to her brother and sister. A bastard named Ramsay Bolton had taken over Winterfell along with killing his father Roose Bolton the man who given The North after killing Robb.

Maya knew that this man had forced Sansa to marry him with the help of Lord Baelish. She was beyond outraged as she was kept from this information. When she gets back to Jaime, she was going to do more than give him an earful.

Maya sighed as the carriage stopped and she cradled her son in her arms. Everyone stared as the carriage pulled up in front of the makeshift camp filled with men from the North and Wildlings who came forth to look at the eldest Stark child.

The Lady Lannister was clothed in a rich red colored gown, a silver wolf on one side of her neck while a gold lion was on the other side of her neck wrapping them both around it. Her long brown hair was not pulled up into the usual Southern style as she had been wearing that for awhile, she decided to wear her hair down, favoring the Northern style she once used to wear all the time. Her long born curls were put behind her shoulders as she stepped out of the carriage, handing her child over to her trusted handmaiden. Even as Jon looked at his sister, she appeared to be vastly older than he had realized. Same as Sansa, their time away from their home has effected them as well.

Maya strode to her siblings hugging them both as tightly as possible. She almost cried while in their arms. "Jon, Sansa."

"It's alright now. We're together. That's all that matters," Jon reassured her.

"I'm sorry," she whispered. "I should've...I should've know what they were up to and now Robb and mother are gone. I was too blind to see anything."

Jon pulled away. "Don't say that. It wasn't your fault. You didn't kill Robb or your mother."

"He's right," Sansa said. "I'm sorry for the way I acted months ago to you, Rose. I was just angry that you loved him especially him out of everyone that we knew. I shouldn't have blamed you for their deaths, but I was too selfish to think otherwise."

Maya looked strangely at her sister. "Who are you and what have you done to my sister?"

They laughed and Sansa nodded. "I deserved that. I was horrid as a child, but after everything...I've realized that I don't want that life anymore. I know what I missed more than anything in the entire world."

"Home," Maya said softly, tears in her eyes.

"And now they've taken it from us." Sansa told her, then grabbed Maya and Jon's hands. "All of us."

"Winter is coming," Maya said in a deathly calm voice. "Perhaps we should remind them who were the Kings of Winter in the first place and why."

"Show no mercy," Sansa added.

"Take everything from them as they have from us."

"Ramsay does not care for anything. He already killed his father." Sansa reminded them. "He's worse than Joffrey, Maya. All he needs is a crown and he'd become the Mad King perhaps."

"Nobody is worse than Joffrey or the Mad King for that matter. He's some boy who needs to be put in his place. No offense Jon when I say this, but he is a bastard and no one will listen to him."

"He is Lord of Winterfell, Warden of the North-"

"King of the Trident, King in the North, and King of Winter," Maya finished with a knowing smile. "You don't need to remind me of titles. After being with the Lannisters, I am reminded of them all the time. Apparently, I hold great power over the Westerlands and now the North too. Why do you think Tywin Lannister made sure that I married Jaime because if anything should happen, he would have the North."

Jon stared curiously at her. "So what you're saying is that your son is the heir to the North?"

"That's exactly what I'm saying, Jon," Maya smiled widely. "He wanted to make sure that the North was in their place and what better way than to hold it's daughter in the hands of his son and their children soon to come. Tywin Lannister was happy when he found that I was with child once again."

"Again?" Jon questioned, leading them both to a tent to talk alone with her and Sansa.

Maya nodded sadly. "When I was in Robb's camp, I lost my daughter. Her name was Hope, mother tried to console me at the time so did Robb. I didn't try for another child for a long time."

"It's been almost four years since you were married, you know," Jon realized. "I'm sorry for what happened to you while you were with those people. You've been away too long, sister."

"Yes, I have. If Sansa hadn't wrote me that letter then I would've stayed with my son like some housewife. I would have forgotten myself and who I am."

Jon nodded. "Alright, now where is this little demon I get to call my nephew?"

They watched as a happy smile came onto her face as she grabbed her son from her handmaiden's arms, dismissing the girl. "This is my Leo. Leonardo Lannister. I wanted to name him a Stark, but that would look not right for Jaime and frankly, I don't want to have another fight with him right now."

"You fight with him? And here I thought that you two were always in paradise," Jon commented.

Maya shook her head. "We fight all the time now after everything. Our last one was about his latest call to Riverrun...for the Freys."

"Riverrun?" Sansa questioned almost angrily. "You let him go most likely kill our last family?!"

"I didn't do anything because I was still nine months pregnant. I couldn't do anything because I knew that I wouldn't be able to fight for our Uncle against Jaime. I wanted to so the only that I could do was send my best man. His name is Malakhi Maegyr...he is the brother of Talisa, Robb's wife."

Jon and Sansa froze as he questioned, "Why is he here?"

"His only purpose is to protect me until my son is older than he shall protect him. I don't remember why he is doing this. He's a good person just like his sister is. He lost his sister just like we lost our brother so I sent him to Jaime to keep our Uncles safe from him which I am told that he is doing his job to the full extent."

"Let me have him," Jon said and held Leonardo in his arms carefully. "He's not even cold. I say he may have the name of a Lannister, but he's got Stark blood running through his veins."

They chuckled and gazed down at the boy who was happily looking back at them. Maya commented, "He loves the outside and hearing about the Old Gods."

"The history books will know him as a Lannister, not a Stark."

"Yes, but if he is anything like Arya, he will remind everyone of House Stark and what they can be capable."

"Arya is alive," Sansa told her. "Brienne of Tarth saw her and when she tried to help her, Arya made it quite clear that she did not want it."

"I know she is. When I was in Braavos in the House of Black and White, they gave me signs that she was near. She will be a great fighter I have no doubt."

"They?"

"This was a place where people went to train to become the best fighter or well, assassins."

"What?" Jon questioned curiously. "You wanted to kill people for money? Have you gone mad?"

"It was just after my daughter had died and I felt powerless so why not become a fighter, most likely the best. I came back when they told me about Robb and all of you...I knew that I couldn't stay away for long so I came back."

"He is a rather cute thing, isn't he," Jon said in awe as he looked down at his nephew who put his tiny hand on his face, touching his beard.

"So tell me what I've missed in this war? I've strayed too long," Maya told them.

TBC…

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