Vulcran: Yes.
*Note*: The letters are from random points in time. They are not in order and are only a few of many letter's between Anya and Ned.
Chapter 4: Letters to Ned
Dearest Ned,
It is still strange to start the day and note that neither you nor Brandon are near. A year has nearly pass since your absence, and still I've yet to grow use to it. These letter's are all I have to keep you close and they are never enough. Though I write to Brandon as often as I do you, his letter's are never long. Simply short responses in reply to my questions.
How fares the South? Father has told me much about the Vale. It had been part of my studies and I've learnt plenty. Is it true? What the books describe of the castle known as Eyrie? What of the land and it's fertile produce? Are you lonely, so far from Winterfell?
Home has not changed. The people are the same, the servants, Father's men. I worry at times about Father's duties as they seem to war on his health. He tires easily of late and his temper runs thin. Lyanna claims I am wrong and seeing things. But she is always so angry with Father of late, her wildness grows out of hand. I worry for both.
Benjen is now 3 years. Father has started him on lesson's and he does well. I help when I am able but often am called elsewhere. He grows fast and gets stronger each day. Mother would be proud, he takes after you in studies. A relief in truth. Lyanna is enough on her own, I'm glad the wild blood is not so strong in Benjen.
You must be learning plenty during your stay. Lyanna is most eager for your return. She has not forgotten your promise of teaching the ways of the sword. She learns what she can from spying on the men's training's. I've taken to covering her absence in lessons as often as I can. I am not always successful.
I miss you Brother, all of us do.
Your Sister,
Anya
~*~*~Winter Storm Queen~*~*~
Anya ushered Benjen away, quickly, leaving behind their father and older sister. They had been breaking their fast together but the peace had not lasted long. It was becoming a daily occurrence for Lyanna and their father to clash. Rarely, had they broken fast without Father scolding their sister. Rickard had banned Lyanna from horse riding for a month and it'd been terrible for all three Stark children. Not to mention the poor stable boys.
"Will Lyanna be punished again?" Benjen quietly asked
Anya exhaled tiredly as she escorted Benjen to his lessons. He was only 3 but very observant for his age. She was very proud at how well spoken he was, especially at 3 years of age. She hardly carried him anymore, due to his own insistence. She thought it cute that Benjen insisted that a proper man must escort a Lady.
"Lyanna will be fine. There's no need to worry, you just focus on your own studies."
"I don't like it when they fight"
Anya stopped walking and looked at the upset expression on Benjen's child face. Resting her hand on his shoulders in reassurance, She pat him lightly.
"I don't like it too….. but I'll do my best to help make it stop."
Benjen beamed at Anya and gripped her hand eagerly. After bidding him to his lessons, She left to seek out Lyanna. It did not take long for her to find the older Stark daughter, she simply had to follow the shouts.
"Please my Lady, Lord Rickard will be most upset at your state of dress" A handmaid fussed with distress.
Anya visibly twitched at the sight of her sister. They were to have dance lesson's for the day and instructed to dress appropriately. Ever the defiant, of course Lyanna refused. Standing in stained worn breeches and ripped tunic, was Lyanna. Her hair unbound and messed with sweat and her boots muddied. Anya wondered just how Lyanna managed to get so messy since she last saw her.
"Father will only be upset if you speak of it to him"
"My Lady please, I am to escort you to your dancing lessons."
"And you may, but I will not wear anything but this!"
Taking a deep breath, Anya readied herself to deal with the stubbornness of her sister.
"She will be fine. Thank you for your service, you may leave. I will escort Lyanna to our lessons"
The maid's relief was clear and she hastily bowed at the dismissal. Lyanna smirked, feeling triumph at getting her way. The minute the maid was out of sight, Lyanna grinned at Anya and hooked her arm around her shoulders,
"You have my thanks little sister"
"Must you really cause such fuss? You've skipped 4 lessons this past week, started many quarrels with the squires and troubled several maids."
"Really Anya, not you too. Father has already scolded me, you saw!"
Lyanna rolled her eyes and moved to walk away, unaware of how Anya frowned at her response. Reaching for her sister's arm, Anya halted her movement.
"Where are you going? Lessons are that way!"
Lyanna huffed with impatience, but answered anyway.
"To the courtyard of course, where else would I go?"
"You heard what Father said-"
"By the GODS, Anya! All you ever do is listen to Father. Don't you ever tire of repeating his words. Father doesn't know everything and it's sad that you only ever do as he says." Lyanna snapped, sharply pulling her arm out of Anya's grip.
Lyanna's temper showed it's presence and she glared at her sister angrily. Similarly, Anya felt the same but her mask was firmly in place. Only Anya's grey eyes glinted with the anger she felt and tension sparked between the two.
"And you think you know better?" Anya scoffed, folding her arms in challenge.
"More than you, I bet. Just because you enjoy learning from books and how to be a lady, doesn't mean I have to too. What use will your studies be when Father marries you off. No man cares for a woman with smarts. All they want is a wife to birth them heirs. I refuse to become a brood mare for their pleasures!"
This was not the first argument between the sisters, but it was the first Anya refused to stay quiet. Most usually, Anya would listen to her sister's rant and placate her with words, but not today. She was happy to help her sister achieve her passion for fighting. Though she refused to let Lyanna's selfishness affect Benjen and the rest of Winterfell.
"There are other ways to defeat a man than just with a weapon. You think a sword could quiet the rest of his men. What will you do when after you have slayed the leader, the rest of his army wish for revenge? You have only but one weapon- a sword and mayhaps a shield, but they are many and you are one. How sister do you plan to win? Do you have a dragon, like Aegon Targaryen I who cowed all of Westeros with Fire and Blood? Do you ?"
Lyanna reddened at Anya's words and stepped forward with aggression.
"Are you calling me, a Targaryen, sister"
The expression on Anya's face was equivalent to the chill of winter. A look that was quite intimidating on the face of a child of 7 years. The anger Lyanna felt thrummed in her blood and she was greatly insulted at being told in so many words she was stupid.
"No. But you are a Stark and we are the daughters of Lord Rickard Stark of Winterfell. Our duty is not only to protect but care for the land and it's people. The North remembers Lyanna. How do you wish to be remembered? A warrior, a knight, a sworn sheild? Even when you achieve such goals it will never change the truth of it all. We are girls, and we will become women. No matter what you achieve, men will always see you as a Lady."
Anya did not shout, but her words were blunt and harsh. Enough so that Lyanna heard every spoken piece. Rarely did Lyanna feel so scolded, even with their Father's punishments and lectures. Lyanna still saw Anya as her shy soft spoken younger sister. For Anya to scold her greatly, both shocked and shamed her. Lyanna fell silent and looked to the ground, cowed and red faced at being scolded by her younger sister.
"I won't stop learning the sword. I can't!" Lyanna eventually conceded
Anya sighed, and her stance shifted from it's tense position. Pulling her older sister into a hug, she expressed her relief.
"I won't ask you to. I only ask that you try just as hard with our Lady lessons. Benjen worries and he hates to see you fighting with Father. You will learn the way of the sword, this I know. After all Bran and Ned promised you."
It was not perfect.
Lyanna did not attend lessons always, nor did she stop her attempts at joining training's. However she tried harder with her stitching's and dancing. It was enough for Rickard, and he relaxed with ease knowing BOTH daughters were learning to be proper ladies. Benjen was simply glad that breaking fast did not include shouting matches between Lyanna and Father, Out of all the Starks, Anya was perhaps the most content. Glad that the issue had settled and that all involved were placated.
~*~*~Winter Storm Queen~*~*~
Dearest Anya,
Your letters bring me great joy. I never tire of reading them. The year away has been hard to pass and each day I wonder of Winterfell. How much have you, Lyanna and Benjen grown? Are you taller then Lya yet? Are you both Ladies now? Brandon does not write me often, as well. Though do not think he does not care. Our eldest brother simply holds no patience for letter writings. It has always been as so.
The South is not as horrid as Lyanna feared. Warmer, true but the winters are similar to the summers in the North and I am content. Lord Arryn has taught me many new skills. He is quite the honorable man and dedicates himself to his house words most religiously. It is admirable. I do not know which books you speak of, but the beauty of castle Eyrie is hard to describe. There are trees and water that falls over edges. The castle is high, high enough the clouds seem close in reach.
I long for home, for Winterfell, but I am not alone here.
I have acquired a foster brother. He is the heir to the Stormlands, Robert Baratheon. Though brazen and blunt he holds good intentions. I've befriended him. The strength he wields is praise worthy and he fights best with a hammer than a sword. I am too busy with his wishes for adventures to feel lonely.
I do not wish you to be stressed, Anya. You speak of your worries for Father and Lyanna, which worries me of yourself. How do you fare among their fighting? Do you stress yourself with such worries? Father has written to me of your studious habits. I am proud but concerned. Lyanna has written me her own accounts and she states you never rest for long. As your older brother, I demand you take care of your own health.
Lyanna will settle, as Brandon had begun to before our absence. The wolf blood in them is wild and fierce but we have patience.
Rest sister, for I wish you well
Your Brother,
Ned
~*~*~Winter Storm Queen~*~*~
The clashing of swords echoed in the training yard and observing intently stood, Jon Arryn. The Lord of the Vale watched his charges spar against each other. Taking note of where they lack finesse and need improvement. Both boys had surprised him at how well their friendship developed. Not even a few weeks after first meeting, He'd spotted the two thick as thieves and calling each other brother. Lord Arryn found himself warmed and amused at how easily the two bonded.
"HAH! You grow slow Ned! Tell me is it the ale of last night or your weakening arm!" Robert japed as he hacked at Ned's defending sword.
The two boys were entertaining in their spars. Many of the men watching often shared laughs at Robert's attempts to get Ned to speak. The Baratheon's failing in doing so only added to the Quiet wolf's reputation. It was a challenge, and Robert took great joy in challenges. With a final move, involving careful placement of the feet, Ned had successfully disarmed Robert. A sword at pointed at Robert's neck, and a smirk on his lips, Ned ordered Robert to concede defeat.
Instead of growing angry, Robert burst into loud laughter, accepting Ned's help in rising from the ground. It had taken two years for the Southern men to accept defeat at the hands of a Northerner, but still some grumbled. It had been hard for Ned, but he braved through it all. It helped greatly that Robert never hesitated to grow angry on his behalf at the insults aimed at him. No southerner wished to be targeted by a Baratheon's anger, for their fury was legendary.
"I tell you Ned, if you bloody keep silent all the time, the ladies will never know of your interest"
Shaking his head, Ned clapped Robert on the back.
"I am not you. I do not find pleasure with whores as you, my friend"
"You should. The warmth of a woman's cunt round your cock quickens the blood pumping through your veins. The thirst for more is unquenchable" Robert smirked
Ned only laughed in response. Yes, he was glad to have befriended Robert, but he was not blind to Robert's flaws. Something he had chosen not to mention to Anya through their letters. At first, Ned had noticed the similarities between Brandon and Robert. It played a part in why he'd been so ready to accept friendship with the Baratheon. Over time, Ned realized that the two were quite different in other ways. Robert was louder, brasher and more dangerous in temper. The stubbornness of the Baratheon heir was unyielding towards everyone but a few. It surprised Ned that other than Jon Arryn, he too could dissuade Robert's fury.
"I am impressed, you have done well in your training." Jon Arryn congratulated.
Both boys straightened and thanked him graciously, at least Ned did. Amused at the two's dynamic, Lord Arryn could not deny the fatherly affection he felt. Reaching into his pockets, he brought out two letters addressed to both boys. Waiting until their attention was entirely on his person, Jon smiled and gave the letter's to it's intended.
"As a reward, I present you these letters. For you Robert, I believe it is from your younger brother Stannis. It arrived yesterday evening after the feast. I had attempted to seek you then but could not find you."
Robert grunted and rolled his eyes, having skimmed the letter whilst Jon spoke. He adorned an arrogant smirk when Jon mentioned failing to find him. There were little doubts as to where the Baratheon heir had spent his night. Jon simply ignored the look and instead gave an amused smirk at Ned's obvious anticipation. Seeing how eager Ned was, even Robert seemed amused.
"I'm sure you have no need of me telling you who your letter is from."
Gratefully receiving the letter, Ned didn't even hesitate in opening it. Before, he used to hide away and read it in private, but after one too many japes and hazing from the men, he stopped. Robert had truly thought, Ned was in the middle of a forbidden courtship with a common maid or some nonsense. To hear it was only letters from his younger sisters, had been disappointing for the Baratheon.
Ned was very private on what matters were written in the letters. To say the Stark was protective over his sisters was an understatement. Robert still recalled the truly impressive defeat one of the men suffered when he dared to insult Ned's sister out of spite. He had always heard that Northerner's were savages, but had doubted the rumors after meeting Ned. His doubts faded after baring witness to that spar.
"Sevens forbid, you get more letters from your sister than anything. Surely you run out of things to speak on. Stannis only ever writes reports on the lands and it bores me so much I don't reply" Robert exclaimed with exasperation.
"I'm sure your brother would be most grateful if you sent a reply Robert. And sisters differ greatly from brothers" Jon lightly scolded causing Robert to grumble.
Ned had finished his letter in that time and looked up with a smile. It was always a good day when he'd receive Anya's letters. He had not expected her to send them so often, and had at first dreaded the day they would stop. After all, Brandon's letters had ceased after 6 months into his stay at the Vale. Lyanna's were so short they barely formed more than a few sentences. Only Anya, consistently wrote to him long letters within weeks of each other.
Ned hoarded all his letters from his siblings in his chambers. Taking care to keep them neat, and some nights he would re-read them. It helped him feel more at ease at being so far from home and he never felt like he'd missed too much on what's happening in Winterfell.
"Another good letter I suspect?"
When Ned nodded, Robert did his best to quell his curiosity. He'd tried once, to read one of Ned's letters but the anger on the Stark's face had not been worth it. As such, Robert never again attempted to do so. The anger of the Quiet Wolf was not so amusing when it was directed at you, a lesson Robert took to heart. Though it soured him greatly and only worsened his curiosity over why Ned sister's could excite and please his friend so greatly when Robert's offers of whores never could.
Taking note of the empty training yard, other than themselves, Ned found himself wanting to share.
"Anya writes that Lyanna released all the horses again. They trashed the stables and scattered the chickens and now the stable boys are charged with cleaning the mess."
Both Robert and Jon did their best to hide their surprise at the information. They stayed silent not wanting Ned to change his mind. They were glad to have satisfaction for their curiosity over the Stark sisters Ned so deeply kept secret.
"Lyanna? Which one is she?" Jon lightly prompted, despite already knowing.
After all, Rickard Stark only had two daughters. Rumors are easily heard and shared among the small folk. The young Ladies of Winterfell were already gaining quite the reputation. Lyanna, the eldest daughter, was known for her wild ways. 'A she-wolf in every way' they said. It was not Lyanna Stark that Jon was most curious about, but the other daughter. There were whispers but nothing of any use. 'Quiet' 'Rarely seen' 'Mysterious' all words repeatedly spoken but nothing else.
Jon wouldn't have given much thought to the second Stark daughter, if not for Ned. Though his young ward was fond of both sisters, it was clear he was softer in heart toward the younger. Not even Rickard Stark spoke much of his youngest daughter. It was the lack of information, Jon concluded, that had him so curious. For every lord knew the unknown can always be one's downfall, if not given attention.
"She is older, though they are so close in age, they can be mistaken as twins." Ned grinned
It was astonishing, how much the Quiet wolf of Winterfell had to say. Ned spoke of many stories surrounding his sisters and many had Robert in fits of outrageous laughter. But only Jon noticed that many of the stories revolved around Lyanna Stark's antics and the barest inclusion's of Anya Stark. The younger Stark daughter was mentioned by name but her demeanor and antics never expanded on.
As his young wards took their leave, Jon contemplated the Northern men once more. In truth, he only accepted Rickard Stark's proposal as means of furthering the Vale's alliances. He knew his history well, and was well aware of the importance the Stark's held in the North. The Lord of Winterfell was known as a stern man, harsh and unyielding like the winter winds his land dwell in. Ned, showcased a similar behavior, but Jon was discovering the cunning of the North. He was not blind to the benefits House Stark would reap through his wards friendship.
Jon Arryn resolved to keep a closer eye on his Northern ward.
~*~*~Winter Storm Queen~*~*~
Dearest Ned,
Lyanna's 9th name-day approaches and Father plans a feast to celebrate. She has taken to calling me her twin and enjoys confusing the guest that arrive for the feast. Our sister glows with excitement this time for both of us are of the same height. It is bother some having to correct her murmur's farce, but she is happy. We only have 1 moons time to share the same age each year. I do not have the heart to beg her to stop.
Benjen has begun to learn the ways of the sword. He trains with passion and you and Bran would be proud of his skill. Lyanna has taken to demanding he teach her all he learns. They often sneak into the godswoods before the sun sets. I think it harmless. Benjen gains more practice and Lyanna learns. It is good.
Brandon has written. He says he is well, and that he misses us all. Father is most irate with him, due to the reports he has received of Brandon's progress. There are whispers that Brandon nightly shares his bed with many maids and whores. Father worries he may father a bastard and bring shame. When Lyanna heard the whispers, she wished to know why whores busied our brother so much. I too was curious. Together we visited the whore house in Wintertown. I am no longer curious.
As a name-day gift, Lyanna requested a sword. Father refused. It had taken much arguing but they soon settled for something other. Lyanna simply wished for a weapon and so Father conceded to a bow. Though it is not a sword, she is eager for every archery lesson.
The Northern lords who have come for the feast, have also brought their heirs and daughters. Lyanna is often sour over their presence. I feel the same. They often seek us both and never leave unless Benjen or one of father's banner-men are near. I've taken to hiding among the books and my private chambers. Lyanna is determined to chase them out of Winterfell. Should she continue, I believe she will. Father has already scolded her plenty, but he has not told her to stop. I wish them gone soon.
Will you ever visit?
Your friend sounds much like Brandon. Is he kind to you? What of the Lord Arryn? How many spars have you won against the Southerners by now?
Will you come home soon?
Missing you dearly.
Your sister,
Anya
~*~*~Winter Storm Queen~*~*~
It was late and the sun had set long ago. Only the light from lit torches guided Anya in her stroll. Over the years she had become used to roaming Winterfell's corridors during's nights reign. Either due to trouble sleeping or staying much too late in the library without anyone's notice. Regardless, Anya quite liked the silence that filled the castle and the frostier chill of the wind. The servants and maids were usually gathered together completing last minute tasks before taking their rests.
It was pure coincidence, that they chose to do so in the kitchens this night. Simply coincidence, that Anya had decided to find a late snack to appease her grumbling stomach. Or perhaps, it was planned by the gods.
Anya only intended to sneak an apple and be on her way. Her thoughts were clouded with dread for her fast approaching 9th name-day and Lyanna's 10th name-day soon after. It was not the day itself or the fact that she is aging that brought her dread. No, what Anya dreaded were the feasts held in their name and the guest who would be invited. She had just pushed open the door to the kitchens when she heard the laughter of the help. Quietly, she hid her presence and listened.
"Did you see her?"
"Aye, but that's the wolf blood in her."
"She's beastly. Muddied boots and daring to wear breeches instead of dresses. She's an embarrassment of a lady!"
Anya stiffened as she heard several girls dissolve into tittering laughter. There is only one person they could possibly be gossiping about. As only one lady dared to wear breeches instead of dresses in Winterfell.
"Right. That's enough out of you lot. Lady Lyanna is young still, the wild in her will settle. Mind your words or else Lord Rickard will have your heads for the insult to his daughter."
"Our poor Lord suffers because of that girl. You've heard Arrei, the man grows sickly after every tantrum his wild daughter throws. The girl is a terror! Never comes a day where the girl isn't bothering the men or giving the poor stable boys more work." Another scathingly voiced.
"You shut your mouth about the little lady."
"There is only one little Lady in Winterfell, everyone knows. The small folk are sure Lord Stark is shamed of his eldest daughter and hides his youngest or risk her being charmed away by the visiting Northern Lords."
There was a loud slam and silence reigned. Anya had been unaware of how tightly her fists were clenched until that moment. The blood roaring in her ears, thrummed with cold blistering anger.
"How dare you. Insulting your Lady and gossiping among the small folk is worthy of a beheading. You serve House Stark of Winterfell and owe them respect. It is House Stark that protects the North from the mad King. It is them who give you homes and warmth from Winter. You should be kissing the feet of Lady Lyanna for all that her family has done for the North."
"Lyanna Stark is no lady, simply a wild beast clothed in dresses"
Anya had slammed open the kitchen doors, abruptly startling the gossiping maids, servants and cooks all present. She was unaware at how her eyes glinted due to the fire lit torches. How the grey seemed hard like cold stones buried under snow in winter. How when she stepped into the kitchen's every maid, servant and cook present shivered with fear and mask she had long mastered, hid any emotion on her face.
"L-lady Anya!" The older cook who defended Lyanna stammered.
She hurried into a bow which prompted all the other help to do the same. Anya said nothing, leaving them to rise on their own. She was angry and knew anything she said would be spoken in anger. It was clear that those who were insulting her sister were fearful of what she may do. Anya would be lying if she said she wasn't pleased at their fear.
"I-it's most late, m'lady. What brings you here so late into the night?" The same cook asks.
Anya held her silence long enough to commit to memory every face present in the Kitchen's. Those whose head's never rose from the their bent state. Those who could not meet her gaze and those who were unapologetic over what she heard. It was no surprise that those unapologetic, consisted mostly of the young. Only few years older than Lyanna herself. Anya knew their words were spoken out of jealousy. Satisfied she'd memorized the guilty parties, Anya spoke.
"An apple. To satisfy the hunger in my belly before bed."
When Anya speaks, her tone is equal to that of her father. All of the help wince and cringe at the hard tone coming out the mouth of a child of 8 years. The cook nods and hurriedly presents an apple for Anya to take. Reaching for the fruit, Anya studies the old cook.
"What is your name?" Anya orders
"Jaida Bailer, m'lady"
There is a stilted silence that reigns and the help hold their breaths. They wait for Anya to punish or report them to her father. She does neither, instead she graces Jaida with a soft gaze only ever seen when she is among her family. Jaida trembles at the sight, for the old cook had not seen such a look directed at anyone not named Stark since Lady Lyarra's death.
"You have my deepest thanks Jaida Bailer. I will see to it that you and your family are settled comfortably for your work"
Jaida can only stammer her thanks, her face red with fluster. The old cook was completely stunned at the warmth the child could show. Many had begun to think the youngest Stark had been born with winter cold in her veins and ice in her heart for how she never smiled. Jaida knew better, but it had been so long, that the proof shocked her.
Anya did not linger any longer in the Kitchens, turning she made to leave. She paused before completely leaving the help to their idling. Casting a side eyed gaze back at the many who watched, she imparted one last message.
"By the morn, I expect you all present and attending to your duty. Should I hear, that several maids and servants have chosen to cease working for my Father and Winterfell….. I will be most upset."
'I will not forget your insults and if you leave I will have you hunted' Anya's words seemed to say instead.
"Yes my Lady."
Once Anya left, the help collapsed into fits of panic. Many wanted to leave Winterfell, afraid that Anya would speak to her father. Though they dared not risk being hunted if they tried. Others cried for they were sure their families will now suffer because of their gossiping. Only Jaida and those who were innocent of the crime were at ease. Instead they crowded Jaida and fawned and whispered over Jaida's luck at being smiled on by the little Lady. By morning, many of the men and those who had not been present in the kitchens so late, were aware of tension among the help.
~*~*~Winter Storm Queen~*~*~
Dearest Ned,
I tire of the gossip of simple minded women. When will you return to Winterfell? I am in need of your rescue. I can not handle another year with Lyanna's wildness and the gossip of the help. Father grows busier and we see him less and less each day. Benjen is 5 and he has become most playful. I find myself chasing both he and Lyanna more often each day. Without Father to scold either, both run free often.
Winter is coming, will you come with it?
I'm certain that you would know how to calm them. I remember the many times you calmed Bran. Surely Lyanna would be no difference. Benjen is a pup and so he is free to be wild just a while longer.
I have heard whispers that your friend Robert has fathered a bastard. Is it true? If not, I apologize for assuming but the whores enjoy sharing the names of those who are known visitors to brothels when travelling.
I dare you to send another letter in anger about my speaking with whores. I am most careful not to be seen and whores are most reliable when learning which men hold bad intentions. Many of father's men and the Northern Lord's heirs frequent Wintertown's brothels. Already, they have helped thwart several betrayals and greedy schemes.
You owe them your thanks, brother, and some do not choose such living.
Winterfell needs you.
I need you.
Your family is waiting for you.
Your sister,
Anya
~*~*~Winter Storm Queen~*~*~
2 days have passed since Anya had overheard the gossips in the kitchens. It had taken those 2 days for her anger to calm and for herself to think clearly. She had not been blind to the concerned looks Lyanna and Benjen had sent her. Both knowing her well enough that they could see something plaguing her thoughts. Their father had left with a scouting party to capture a deserter from the wall. Anya was not too angry to demand her father abandon his lordly duties for something so petty. So she waited for his return, and since then she has thought of a way to solve the issue.
The guilty servants and maids avoided Anya like she was diseased. An easy thing to accomplish as the young Lady had not left her room other than to eat or tend to her lessons. However, it only worsened their paranoia and fear for some, whilst others believed themselves safe and had forgotten their slight.
A mistake to be made because Anya had not.
"Won't you tell us what is wrong?" Benjen pestered, peering at Anya with wide concerned eyes.
"Was it Dorrick again!? The stupid boy always teases you so rudely!" Lyanna spat, sure she was right.
Anya rolled her eyes. If ever Anya seemed upset Lyanna was always sure the blame lay with Dorrick, a squire boy who often teased her since they were young. Truth be told, Anya barely even noticed the boy, especially since she'd dedicated herself to studying and taking care of her siblings.
"I assure you I'm fine. Hurry, Father is already awaiting us to break fast together."
Lyanna grumbled about Anya always wanting to please Father and Benjen frowned at her avoiding their questions again. Regardless both followed after her to where their recently returned father waited. The beginnings of their morning meal was silent. Rickard was tired from the long ride and somber at having to kill, whilst the children were lost in thought. Benjen was growing annoyed that Anya refused to speak of her troubles. Lyanna angry that Anya was protecting Dorrick when clearly he had wronged her little sister somehow.
Anya herself was busy, intently observing the servants waiting on them. None had been present in the kitchens, and she only knew the name of one. The maid in question was Arrei, she was most usually tasked with pouring Rickard's wine and ale at meals, and bringing him food to his solar.
"How fared Winterfell in my absence?" Rickard questioned, attempting to drag his thoughts to other matters.
No one answered his question immediately, which was the first telling of something wrong. It had long been established that Anya answered their father's questions. Mostly because Lyanna doing so led to a fight about lady lessons or sword fighting. And Benjen was too young to know all the happenings or got too nervous to answer properly. It was the only way they managed through meals without trouble arising. Yet, Anya said nothing and Lyanna, Benjen and Rickard all stared at her with concern.
"Um…. F-fine, Father. All was well whilst you were gone." Lyanna hesitantly spoke but her gaze kept drifting back to her sister.
Lyanna answering so obediently was the second telling of something wrong.
The servants in attendance shifted, sharing knowing glances with each other. Lady Anya had not ceased observing them and many grew nervous under her look. Arrei marveled at how much Lady Anya resembled Lord Stark and pitied those responsible for the young lady's irritation. Rickard eyed his youngest daughter, long enough for her to feel his gaze. He knew the look in her eyes and wondered who had angered his usually serene daughter.
"Your silence tells me plenty, Anya. Speak now on why you seem most upset."
Anya's mask was perfectly blank when she met her father's gaze.
"I've a private matter to request, father. I wish only our family hear of my words."
She spoke coldly, and Rickard felt the ache of familiarity. She truly had so much of Lyarra's way of speaking. Easily, he dismissed the servants and took note of the worried and sympathetic gazes exchanged among them. Rickard's curiosity sharpened and he patiently waited to hear his daughter's request. All of the Starks present, ignored their food in favor of looking at Anya.
"What is it that you wish to ask, daughter?"
Anya took a deep breath and placed both hands on her lap.
"As you are aware, my 9th name-day approaches and per usual a feast is often held in celebration. During which many Northern lords and ladies are invited. I am aware of it's purpose, and that it is part of my duty as daughter to Lord Stark to strengthen relations between our Houses and perhaps interest many in proposing a marriage alliance."
Lyanna slammed her fists on the table and stood in angry shock. Benjen let out a cry of distress at the same time. Both siblings mistakenly assuming their sister was requesting their father begin accepting a marriage proposal for her hand.
"WHAT ARE YOU SAYING!?" "FATHER, YOU CAN'T!"
Both fell silent when Anya and Rickard glared them into submission. Reluctantly, they settled but only because of the seriousness in Anya's eyes. Rickard leaned back into his chair and eyed Anya with an equally blank expression.
"I ask that there be no feast for my name-day. Instead, I would like to issue several invites to the Northern Lords, requesting a lady of representation from each noble House. They will be invited to stay for a week's time her in Winterfell, during such I will personally host them as guests."
Lyanna had no idea what her sister was thinking and it showed by her gobsmacked expression. Benjen had taken to watching their father instead. As if he believed if he stared, their father may read the thoughts he screamed in his head.
Rickard, however contemplated the odd request, studying Anya intently. It was not that he was surprised, No, he was well aware Anya hated her name-day feasts. Her dislike stemming from the many noble men,women, boys and girls who attempted to gain favor with House Stark. The amount of marriage proposal's he'd received for his daughters were plenty already, though no one of true worth.
In truth, Rickard had little issue in granting Anya's request. He too hated dealing with the many Lords and arrogant heirs. It saved him from another year of faking pleasantries to bastard green boys wanting to marry his daughters for political gain. He only wondered why Anya would make such request now, and what purpose it held.
"A reasonable request that can be easily granted. Though, I am curious what else you wish to gain from such demands. The other Houses will not hesitate to send a lady to represent, but their curiosity will await satisfaction. I am wary of submitting myself to such queries. Give me a reason to why I should."
Anya sipped at her drink and mulled over her answer, whilst her siblings watched from the sidelines.
"A test. I wish to test how far my lady teachings have succeed. With only ladies in attendance, there will be little interference or distraction from the men of other houses."
It did not take much for Rickard to gleam the true intention of this so called 'test'. It would appear Anya had witnessed first hand, the gossipy whispers of the help and small folk about Lyanna's wild ways. Whatever spoken must have angered her greatly and there was determination to prove them wrong. So much like Lyarra.
As Lord of Winterfell, there was very little Rickard didn't know about. He was well aware of the reputation sprouting for Lyanna. He could punish those who gave her insult but that would only give birth to rumors of a cruel lord. The views of the small folk were fragile, and easily they could turn on their lord if given the smallest of reasons. Clearly his attempts at taming Lyanna, bore no success.
He considered his youngest daughter. Unlike Lyanna, little was spoken about Anya. She was perhaps the least known out of all his children and Rickard had fielded many questions from other lords intent on knowing the truth. It had not been his intention, but with her reluctance to interact with people other than her siblings, himself and the castle help, she'd become a curiosity. It amused Rickard, that Anya remained oblivious to her own reputation.
"Very well."
Rickard, observed how quickly all three children waited to hear his words.
"I will send notice to all the Houses nearby and you shall be responsible for hosting the ladies they send. You may select a number of servants and maids to help but none are permitted to manage the events other than you. The visiting ladies may stay for a week. If your venture proves successful, I offer you this in reward."
Anya was surprised by the reward offer but patiently listened.
"I will allow both Lyanna and Benjen 1 moons time (1 month) free of lessons. They will be free to do as they like with no obligations of training and lady lessons. However, I will only consider it a success if it is reported that BOTH my daughters were the perfect representation of a Lady. Am I clear?"
Rickard would later, find amusement at how wide and gaping all 3 children had stared at him. Lyanna and Benjen could afford to have time away from lessons. He knew Anya at times felt guilty that she easily completed her own studies before her siblings. Should his daughters pull of this Lady gathering, they would deserve such a reward. It will by no means be easy, especially for Lyanna, but none the less, it will serve to be entertaining. As well as allow Rickard time to scout for a bride, for one of his sons.
Once the Starks separated after breaking their fast, the three siblings walked in silence. Shocked that such a thing had truly happened. Anya had not expected such a reward. Her plans had only consisted of showing the people that Lyanna could be the most proper Lady when needed. That her older sister was no wild beast but a true Stark Lady in the making. She had not planned freeing her siblings from their lessons for an entire moon's time. By unspoken agreement, all three children gathered in Anya's bed chambers.
Lyanna was the first to break the silence.
"What have you done?" she breathed softly through shock.
"Did Father truly just agree to letting Lya abandon lessons for so long?" Benjen added
"Anya… Do you realize what you have just done!?" Lyanna repeated with wide eyes.
Anya fidgeted under her sister's stare. She did not like how intently both siblings stared at her, as if she had won a long fought war. All she really did was speak with Father and they had seen her do so plenty, she could not understand why they stared at her like so. Anya yelped when Lyanna leaped at her, causing her to fall backwards onto the bed.
"YOUR ARE THE BEST LITTLE SISTER! Never, ever again will I call you boring. By the gods, I love you so much right now Anya! You are without the doubt my favorite sibling gifted by the gods!"
"Oi! That's not fair Lya!" Benjen growled before pushing Lyanna away.
"Thank you, Thank you, THANK YOU!" Lyanna happily laughed
"Calm down, Lya. Or have you forgotten that Father said you will only be free if we succeed" Anya snapped, unable to hide the red in her cheeks, despite her mask being in place.
"Oh….. well, it was a nice thought for a little while" Benjen instantly despaired.
"What do you mean?" Lyanna demanded, unwilling to let her freedom be taken away so quickly.
"You have to prove you can be a Lady, Lya" Benjen slowly informed.
Lyanna scrunched her nose in dislike but scoffed at his words. Placing her hands on her hips she shrugged.
"It's easy ain't it. All I need is to wear a dress and sit and laugh for a week. I can do it."
Anya twitched and Benjen hung his head in defeat.
"We're going to fail aren't we?" the youngest Stark muttered.
Anya, exhaled heavily, wryly wondering if she had been too ambitious in her request.
~*~*~Winter Storm Queen~*~*~
To my sister Anya,
What chaos you have caused.
I do not know what influenced your idea for a gathering of ladies in Winterfell. Though I will admit to being most entertained by the rush of gossip it has spurred among the small folk. Do you know of how quickly word travels in the North? Mighty quick, I tell you. Plenty of Lords have barred their daughters from anything other than their lady lesson's.
The men of the North mourn, for they have yet to be spotted outside of their castle's since news of your invitation has spread. We men miss feasting our eyes on their beauty.
You are most cruel, little sister.
I am eager to hear of the results of such gathering. It is said no man is permitted to be present. Is it true? How unfortunate that I'd planned to visit Winterfell for your 9th name-day only for this to be so. Will you not make an exception for your oldest brother?
Most amused.
Bran
~*~*~Winter Storm Queen~*~*~
Dearest Anya,
What have you done!?
I was most shocked to receive a letter from Bran, detailing the events of your upcoming name-day. A gathering consisting of a single lady representing each noble House in the North. It was perhaps the fact that men will not be permitted to attend that has caused plenty of whispering. So many young and influential ladies are to be gathered in Winterfell. I had been most alarmed when Robert had asked if Father planned on requesting me home for marriage alliances.
Brandon, mayhaps think this to be the best jape ever to be done. Robert seems to be of agreement. I only worry on where your mind has wandered. What do you plan little sister? I sent a letter to Father for more information and he wrote to me the details.
Are you certain, you can succeed? I do not doubt, only worry. I worry not entirely just for you but mostly for Lyanna. Your letter's over the years have given me no confidence in her Lady manners. How will you fare with both Lyanna's manner and managing such a big event? I've met briefly some of the ladies of the North before arriving in the south. Some are by no means kind and will seek to find flaws to slander your reputations.
You have set in motion something so rarely done in the North, that word has reached some Southern Houses. Eyes are upon you sister and I stress you may be under too much pressure. I pray to the gods you succeed. Know that Father and I believes you capable.
My fostering will end in a year's time.
Wait for my return to Winterfell.
Your Brother,
Ned
~*~*~Winter Storm Queen~*~*~
Dearest Ned,
I believe…. I may have made a mistake….
Anya slumped in her chair and pushed the beginnings of her letter to Ned away. Smudging the ink and staining her fingers. Surrounding her were letter's upon letter's from the ladies who'd agreed to attend her name-day gathering. Other than that, were scrolls from her studies and plans for the event. Lyanna did not learn much when taught by anyone but Anya, the ways of a Lady. She had not seen Benjen for more than a few glimpses. And somehow, her name-day gathering had caught the interest of the closer southern houses. This was certainly more than what she planned.
How exactly was she to pull this off?
