Have yourselves a merry little Christmas, and a long chapter update :P
A gift from me to you x
*Note: The stone pebble Anya buys is a gemstone known as Lepidolite. It's supposed to provide emotional balance, stress relief and spiritual growth. Also, This is before Ned's letter from last chapter has arrived. So Anya has yet to write to Ned or recieve Ned's letter about how he first held her as a babe.*
Chapter 9: Day 3- Power to the People
Day 3 of the Lady Gathering dawns with a cold chill that leaves frost kisses on the surface of everything it breathes upon. Anya allowed herself a few seconds to simply appreciate the fresh stinging sensation of the chilling cold as it filled her lungs. The morning before the sun sits high in the sky was her favorite time of day. She loved the quiet of Winterfell, the hushed bustling of the world. Above all, she loved the ghosting chill of the North's winter breath.
She spared one last glance at the looking glass- ensuring her hair to be neatly secured, before leaving her chambers. Though there would be nothing too exciting as yesterday's horse race, Anya had other things to attend to. After all, the castle wouldn't manage itself and she'd already put off her self appointed duties for much too long.
She thoughtfully penned a note to inform the maids of her whereabouts. A habit she developed after the many times she'd sent the poor girls into a panic. Unlike her siblings, Anya didn't like to laze in bed till the latest hour. There was simply too much to tend to. The help needed to know the days activities to properly prepare, the cooks needed to be informed on the menu and times for the days meals. She had to ensure the maids in charge of tending to the guests understood the times available for them to tidy the guest chambers. She needed to inquire after Benjen's day lessons so she can be up to date with his progress. She also wanted to check with Brandon how the men were faring in their tents.
She could only hope none of the men had sought to do anything foolish.
Anya wasn't sure just what sort of chaos Brandon might stir if they did.
It didn't take long for her to be well into her rounds. Oddly enough, Anya found herself having fun with her duties. It was a lot less stressful and she hadn't noticed just how tense she'd grown during the entirety of the ladies gathering. All it served in proving was that she most definitely disliked entertaining guests and the social necessities it demanded. Oh yes, Anya was much happier to be left to her management duties and studies. Above all else, it was a nice break from having to watch and save Lyanna's mistakes and behavior.
Thinking about her sister led her to worry about Benjen. She hadn't seen much of her little brother since Day 1. She could only hope he didn't feel neglected. With Benjen weighing on her thoughts and the last of her stock taking done, Anya decided to grab an early morning treat and wake Benjen herself. She reasoned it would only be fair as she'd helped Lyanna the previous morning before. It also gave her an excuse to delay her arrival with the rest of the Ladies.
She was on her way back to the kitchens when she heard it. The hissed whispers of gossip among the help. She immediately stiffened and quietly approached. It was a little unbelievable just how much gossip she managed to hear from a simple trip to the Kitchens.
"How terribly awful! Did you hear what happened-"
"Shh! Do you wish to risk us both. Don't dare speak of it or them again."
"But the cruelty of it all!"
"HUSH! If you don't wish to end up just like her, you'd keep your mouth quiet."
Anya peered round the door and spied several young servant girls whispering. Some of their faces she remembered as the gossips speaking ill of Lyanna from before. Some she had never noticed before. They looked frightened and paranoid and Anya could only guess at the reason. Deciding she would learn nothing more by hiding, she announced herself with loud steps and entered the Kitchen.
The instant she entered the entire kitchen fell silent and stared at her with wide eyes.
Yes, something was definitely afoot, and Anya did not like it.
With a simple arch of her brow, immediately heads bowed deeply and greeted her.
"Good morning Lady Anya."
The help had always been obedient but never have they been this tense and united. Frankly, it scared Anya with just how wrong it was. There was no head raised, all of them bowed deeply- more deeply then usual. Not even the younger servants who had challenged her before had their head raised. It was wrong. As wrong as the sound of a flat note audaciously played by a lute mid song.
Anya took a steady breath and tried to calm herself.
"Jaida!" she called and the aged cook step forward readily.
Though the aged cook smiled at her kindly, it did nothing to hide the tension in her shoulders.
"Yes M'lady."
"I request a treat for Benjen. Would you have anything to spare?"
She didn't have to look at them to note that no head rose. Usually, after a rather mixed time of greetings, the kitchen would quickly be bustling with noise as they continued to work. Now, everyone remained in position except for Jaida who had swiftly given to her a small platter of bacon and some orange slices.
Anya took the plate and still there was no movement. She took another breath and gave a small smile to Jaida in thanks. She then turned and made her way to leave. Rather then completely leaving, Anya hid near the walls and waited. Minutes after her departure she heard a loud releasing of sighs and hissed whispers once again.
"Was that alright!?" "Oh I hope no one bothered the little lady-" "Hush! SH! Get back to work!" "Did you dare to look?" "Best behavior today, okay everyone?" "If Lord Brandon were to find out-"
Brandon.
Of course.
Anya's grip on the platter in her hands tightened.
She should have known her wild older brother had something to do with it. Especially since Lyanna has been within her sights daily. Already her mind rushed to contemplate just what her brother had done that upset the dynamic of the help. She didn't like how they spoke and she dreaded to think on why they used the words cruel.
"One thing at a time Anya." She lowly whispered to herself.
"One thing at a time." She repeated for extra assurance.
For the thousandth time she yearned and wished Ned could be home too. Only, he wasn't and so she repeated his words over and over till she calmed. All she had was Ned's words and his letter had advised her to engage in every problem 'One thing at a time'. Taking another steadying breath, Anya steeled her mask and was determined to do just that. Resolute with her decision, she marched her way to Benjen's bed-chamber.
~*~*~Winter Storm Queen~*~*~
Benjen woke to the smell of bacon under his nose. He drifted awake and noted the slow lighting of the sky through his window. It was much too early for his wake up call and he was ready to say just that. However when he had blinked away the sleep from his eyes, his heart soared with excitement.
"Anya!" he cried with delight.
"It's morning Benjen, I hope you don't mind that I've woken you earlier than usual."
Benjen sat up immediately and hastily shook his head. He missed having Anya wake him too much too care for the early timing. Despite feeling silly, Benjen couldn't help but miss being able to hoard Anya's attention to himself. He wasn't exactly happy to share her with the Ladies visiting and it annoyed him that Lyanna got most of her time.
"I feel like I haven't seen you days!" He mumbled as he hugged her close.
He could feel her fingers twisting in his messy bed hair. He heard her sigh and felt no guilt in saying such words. He knew Anya was simply too busy but he missed her. Hopefully, his words would be enough to steal him more time with her. After all, his words had been enough to have Brandon ride home.
"I know and I'm sorry. To prove it, I've brought you some treats from the Kitchens!"
He grinned when she presented to him a platter of bacon and orange slices. The day was already looking to be great. He was getting time with Anya and breakfast in bed. Cheekily he grinned at her before snatching a few bacon pieces from the platter.
"It's not my name day yet is it?"
Anya laughed and shook her head before stealing the bacon from his hands and eating it herself.
"When did you get to be so cheeky little brother."
He playfully huffed but then burst into laughter as well. Anya asked him about his days without her and he eagerly shared what he'd been up to. True to his promise to Brandon, he didn't say a word about hearing her fight with Lyanna. He talked about his lessons and when she tested him on his history, he successfully passed.
"Well done Benjen. I'm proud to hear how smart you're becoming."
Anya smiled at him and Benjen beamed. When he was younger, he once heard whispers among the help. They talked about how sad it was that Anya wore a cold mask just like father. In his confusion, Benjen had stepped out and asked them what they meant, but they hastily hushed him and led him away. Then he had asked Lyanna as he couldn't find the mask they spoke of Anya wearing. He remembers the sad and somewhat angry look Lyanna had given him.
'You're too young to see. Anya is just like father Benjen she never smiles.'
'Yes she does! She always smiles at me!' he had retorted with confusion.
Lyanna turned red and her tone grew short.
'Anya never smiles Benjen that's her mask. She hides it and pretends- just look in her eyes and you'll see!'
Then Lyanna had stormed off and left him behind. Benjen had watched Anya carefully after that and soon he finally saw the mask Lyanna and the help spoke off. He felt sick and when Anya sought him out to check on him, she looked concerned.
'What's wrong Benjen? Are you not feeling well?' she had asked.
He shook his head and looked up at her, deciding he would only know the truth of Lyanna's words by asking.
'Can you smile at me Anya?'
She hadn't hesitated at all. Her lips had curled and stretched into a wide smile and she laughed. Benjen made sure to look into her eyes as well and there he saw the truth. Lyanna had been wrong, for Anya never pretended for him. She never wore a mask for him.
"Benjen? You haven't fallen asleep again, have you?"
He grunted with a playful glare at her tease and finished the last of the bacon. When he had learnt that she never wore the mask for him, Benjen selfishly hoarded it. On days where Lyanna was too frustrating or he found her too annoying with her pestering to be taught his sword skills. Benjen would seek out Anya and get her to smile and feel better. Though he loved both his sisters, he'd readily admit that Anya was his favorite. Secretly- deep in his soul, Benjen knew that it was because some days Anya was less like a sister in his eyes and more like the mother he only heard stories about.
"Shouldn't you be with Lyanna and your ladies?" he grumbled
While he loved having Anya's attention and care to himself, he knew the Ladies gathering was important to her. He thinks she's doing most of it for Lyanna's sake, but he's watched enough to know Anya is doing something else as well.
"Breaking fast won't be for another couple of hours."
"How early did you wake me Anya?"
"I missed you."
The easy admittance had him blushing bashfully. He wasn't a babe anymore, he was 5 years now! Completely grown, but it did nothing to stop him from feeling shy. In order to chase the feeling away he questioned her about the parchment she was scribbling on. As she started explaining what she'd been writing, Benjen found himself lost to her words. He never realized just how much Anya had to manage for the castle. He'd always thought father did all the work. As he listens to Anya attempt to do numbers for the costs of fruit distribution he can't help but ask.
"Isn't that what father's supposed to do?"
He see's her hesitate and watches how she fiddles with her quill.
"Father can be too busy at times. When you leave things for too long they just get harder and grow bigger. I'm not too good with numbers yet, but if I learn it quickly I can help father get through it faster."
"How come Bran and Lyanna don't do it?"
Again she seems to hesitate before sighing as if tired.
"Bran is fostering- when he finishes he'll do it. Lyanna… Lyanna's too busy training to be a knight."
Benjen frowns at that and crawls out from his furs and reaches for her parchment.
"I can help!"
Anya giggles and passes him the parchment. He tries to make sense of it but understands nothing. It doesn't stop him from glaring at it, hoping if he stares it will soon make sense.
"You are too young and have other more important things to learn."
He sighs in defeat and passes back the parchment. He looks to his window and notes the sky has now turned an orange hue. Soon, Anya will have to leave to tend to her ladies and he will not see her for however long. Determined, he drags her to his clothes chest and opens it.
"Help me dress for the day Anya."
She looks at him with laughter in her eyes and teases him.
"I thought you were a grown boy now."
He huffs and widens his eyes and bashfully pleads with her.
"Alright then, you cheeky thing."
He will never be grown enough to not ask Anya to help him.
When he's dressed he manages to beg her to play a game with him. Games with Anya is always fun as she likes to weave in his lessons. It helps him learn and prepare for his lessons while being fun. They are in the middle of reliving King Jon Stark's battle before the building of the castle 'Wolfs den' when their interrupted.
~*~*~Winter Storm Queen~*~*~
Arrei had not expected much excitement when she went to wake the young lord Benjen. Inches from the door she can hear the young lord being active and is curious as to what has gotten him so lively so early. When she enters the room, she is only mildly surprised to find the little Lady Anya inside. The two are clashing with each other rolled up parchment and speaking against each other. Arrei is surprised when she realized that the little Lady is testing her brother with lesson questions.
With a rather exaggerated arm movement, Anya losses grip of her rolled scroll and Benjen stands tall on his bed.
"The battle is won and I, KING JON STARK have won us this land. Come forth and hear me! My people! From this day on I swear to you, no longer will you live in fear of sea raiders. On this land I shall build a castle, the Wolfs den, to defend the mouth of the river and protect you all."
Arrei smiled and stifled a giggle at seeing the little lady curtsy at the young lord with an awed smile.
"All Hail King Jon of House Stark!"
No longer able to keep silent, Arrei coughs lightly and smiles wider at the wide eyes both children give her.
"My King, my lady. Is it not perhaps too early to be winning battles?"
The Stark children are familiar with her, especially the younger. As Lord Rickard's personal cup bearer and care taker to Benjen, she saw plenty of them. She was only two years younger than Lord Brandon, but even she was aware she was quite favored among the servants. Her late mother had given her life and service to the late Lady Lyarra. As a reward for her years, Lord Rickard had taken Arrei in. There is never a day where Arrei dreads her lifestyle. For she is privy to moments like these and it is enough to make her heart soar.
"Ah! Arrei, you ruined it!" Benjen whined before jumping down from his bed.
"Apologies my lord, but it is about time you were to be awoken. Though I see my service is not needed."
The little lady stepped forward and waved off Arrei's apology.
"Nonsense, I intruded on your duties. I see father has assigned to you Benjen's care."
"Yes, my lady."
"Then you have my thanks. If I had known just how much time this entire Lady's gathering would steal from me, I would have never organised it."
Arrei smiled at the young girl. It truly was easy to forget that the young lady before her was in fact only a child of 9 years. Anya Stark exuded the same air as her Lord father, only her eyes gave way to something other than the cold mask she wore. Arrei spent enough time with both to see pass the chilly reception they gave to everyone but their loved ones.
"Anya, will you see me again tomorrow?" Benjen mumbled as he clutched his sister's sleeves.
"Do you wish me to?" Anya responded with a questioning brow.
Arrei inwardly sighed though she found a little amusement at seeing the young lord pout and roll his eyes beneath his hair. For all the smarts their little lady harbored it was at times frustratingly amusing how she struggled to understand the simplest of things. Arrei had heard the girls teachers and instructors grumble often about how little self care the girl allowed herself. Those days, Arrei had no doubts the young girl was her father's daughter.
With a promise to see him in the morning, Anya instructed Benjen to ensure he readied his books and parchment for his lessons. With little fuss, the young lord did so and missed the quiet motion Anya directed at Arrei for a private word. Stepping outside the young lords bed chambers, Arrei nervously waited for the little lady to speak.
"I've noticed a disturbance among the help and my brother's name has been mentioned."
Ah.
So the little lady has heard the word.
Arrei fidgeted, torn between keeping quiet or obeying the unspoken instruction. Arrei could never fear Lord Starks younger children, having come to know them as well as she had. But Lord Brandon was unpredictable and a stranger to her. She did not wish the same fate to happen upon her as the poor girl who was snared by the Wild wolf heir. Then the little lady's mask fell and Arrei was subjected to such kindness and child sincerity. She felt her breath catch and heart burn with affection for the soft look directed at her. She never dared to think that one day she would see the little lady without her mask as such a thing was saved for the young lord only.
Without much thought, Arrei confessed to the little Lady all that she knew about the incident. When she had finished, and they were joined by young Benjen, Arrei was given new instructions. Together, Benjen and Arrei watched the little lady take her leave. She felt the young lord fidget beside her before he turned to look at her.
"Tomorrow, could you take a little longer to come wake me?"
Arrei could tell what the young lord was hoping to achieve with his words. If Lord Stark had not made it a point to warn her of the cunning that his children possesed perhaps she would have been affected. Instead of answering she simply ushered the young lord forward so he could break his fast. After seeing to that, Arrei made her way to wake the young Lyanna, already dreading the challenge it would present her.
~*~*~Winter Storm Queen~*~*~
Anya was irritated, and the further she marched the more she saw. She couldn't exactly miss the sudden flash of fear that spread on the faces of the help as she passed. Or even the way some of the younger maids immediately bowed and stayed such way until she passed. She had expected Brandon to do something foolish, but she had hoped he wouldn't and for that the real fool was herself.
There weren't many men awake and about when she arrived at their camp. Anya was too focused on seeking out her older brother to pay them any mind. As such she missed the looks she garnered. Unaware of just how fierce and cold her eyes glinted in the early morning light. She noticed nothing of how some of the men froze and followed her with their eyes. Dressed for the day as she was, and having been shut out from seeing the Ladies gathering, Anya's presence was very much awing.
When Anya entered Brandon's tents, the older boy was still sleeping. She cleared her throat pointedly and the whore at her brother's side woke. Luckily enough, Anya was familiar with the woman and without little fuss the woman dressed quickly and left with an amused tilt of her head. Anya could have waited but she was on a schedule and with that in mind, she purposely took her brother's Armour and pushed till it clattered loudly on the ground.
Brandon jolted awake with a curse on his tongue which switched to a startle yelp at seeing his little sister standing over him.
"ANYA! Good gods! Have some decency!?" he growled through his sleep startled mind.
Anya only arched an unimpressed brow and folded her arms.
"What are you even doing here? Isn't it too early for- What are you doing here among the men!?"
Brandon finally jolted upright and quickly scanned his little sister. He readied his temper, but dreaded it's need. He hoped another fight had not happened between his sisters. So far, when any of his siblings visit him in his tent, they bring nothing but bad news. Anya took several steadying breaths before she started.
"Forgive me if I am wrong brother, but did father not instruct you to be on your best behavior?"
Brandon rolled his eyes and sat up with a huff. Only then did he remember his naked state and the whore he had entertained the night before.
"Speak truly sister, was I alone when you came in?"
"Brandon." Anya gritted out
Brandon furrowed his brow with tempered annoyance. Clearly, Anya had been worshiping their father too long- she was even starting to sound like the man. Still tired and not in any mood to entertain his little sister's demands Brandon addressed her with a short and brisk tone.
"Anya, it is too early for riddles and questions. If you are seeking something from me speak plainly."
"You dismissed a servant maid without reason!" Anya stressed with a tired groan.
Brandon blinked and soon his annoyance turned into shock. Is that all? Anya was waking him so early for something as silly as that? She must have seen his expression for she pushed onward.
"Do you have any idea the amount of disturbance you're actions have caused among the help?"
"You're mad over that? Anya, who cares! It was one silly servant maid. Why does it matter?"
Anya gritted her teeth with frustration. Clearly Brandon had been gone for too long. Perhaps he'd not come to this understanding on his own. He dismissed a young servant maid- true, she was of no importance. It's not that she stresses for. It's how he'd dismissed the girl. Threatening her after stealing her maiden head while testing the girls loyalty to their house. She was young and quite stupid, but Brandon is their House heir, she would do anything for him regardless. Then he banishes her from Winterfell and sends her back to her family- informing them of the reasons why.
The small folk are fickle with their opinions- they change just a quickly as the winds directions.
The smallest of thing could spark the greatest of reactions to them.
Brandon was their future lord but his influence is already great, and his reputation already wild enough due to his whoring. He walked a thin line between malicious cruelty and wildly adventurous.
After she'd filled him in how he'd caused her problems, Brandon could no longer hold back his irritation.
"Are you accusing me of not knowing my duties, little sister?"
Anya could hear the warning in his tone and steeled her mask.
"I am not saying that, I'm trying to caution you."
The two siblings regarded each other with tension. Brandon warred with himself, had it been anyone else and not his little sister he would have already dared the other into a challenge and struck them down without remorse. Anya had not seen Brandon in so long and she had not forgotten her place. But Bran had been gone for too long and in his absence, Anya had picked up the slack.
'One thing at a time' she repeated in her mind.
With another steady breath she forced herself to drop her mask and instead be the little sister Brandon would remember. She channeled the little girl she'd been back when Brandon had still been home and softened her features. She visibly saw how Brandon relaxed at the switch and spoke up.
"I am proud of you Bran, and as your little sister I'm beyond satisfied with how you defended both Lyanna and I. Truly I could care little for how you dealt with the silly servant girl."
Brandon relaxed completely but expected her to continue for he knew she was not done.
"However, as a lord's daughter and you, a lords heir. We both know that the matter in which you dealt with the situation was not proper. Discretion would have been best. The small folk are fickle Bran, and they hold more power than many Lords would like to admit. I would not have you ruined because of their petty whispers and jealous rumors."
Brandon gritted his teeth and his jaw tensed with agitation. It irritated him to hear the words, but what was worse was how true Anya's words rang. He looked at his sister once more and felt his heart twinge again. He missed this Anya, the little sister who trailed after him with awe in her eyes and wonder in her heart. He missed the little sister who laughed and begged him to protect her from dragons and other creatures. When had she grown into such maturity? When did she start learning to stand on her own?
"I am the heir Anya, I know my duties and responsibilities. I am also your brother and if I were to choose between the two, being your brother is more important." He lowly growls.
He feels her arms loop round his neck and sighs before gathering her in his arms. She's still small and he dreads the day she will be tall and noble like their mother once was. He feels the anger in his heart ease and groans at how weak his sister can turn him.
"And I am your sister always. Discretion Bran, that's all I ask. Steal as many silly servant girls maiden heads as you want but don't give the help reason to believe you cruel."
Brandon laughs, marveling at the blunt dismissive tone she spoke with. She pulls away with a sigh and he realizes just how long she has been with him.
"Should you not be entertaining those delightful ladies of yours?"
"I needed a break and had to check on the management of the castle. I've been putting it off for this confounded Ladies gathering. I also missed Benjen and then I heard of your little escapade among the help."
Brandon chuckled until slowly his mind realized what it meant if Anya was in his tent. With furrowed brows he addressed his sister with a stern tone.
"Anya, did you walk among the men to see me?"
Anya quirked her brow with confusion but nodded. Brandon growled and tried not to let his control slip. Anya was dressed for the day, wearing a rather simple but flattering grey dress with white fur stitched round the shoulder and neck. She had her hair braided in a traditional Northern style and it served in framing her pale face. She was still too young to be considered an enticing woman but she still looked beautiful.
"Bran?"
"You'll wait here before you leave for the castle again. No more visiting me here, am I clear Anya."
Anya rolled her eyes and huffed but still she agreed. Just as Brandon rose to dress, Anya pointedly turned away. He hastily pulled on his pants and realized that Anya undoubtedly had seen his bed warmer when she entered. Flushing a faint pink he coughed and asked her another question.
"Anya, about the woman in my bed- you didn't see anything, truly?"
Father and Ned would slaughter him where he stood if they heard. Anya shrugged and continued to stare at the flaps of his tent.
"I know what a whore is Brandon."
He tripped and whipped around to her in shock and ready anger. Who dared to expose and ruin the innocence of his little sister!? He'd murder them himself! Anya simply continued to speak, unaware of his reaction.
"Father ranted about your habits and so Lyanna and I wanted to know what he was talking about. It made sense that to learn about whores, we'd visit the whore house in Wintertown."
Brandon swallowed the choking sound he almost gave and shucked on his tunic quickly. Then he spun Anya round with wide eyes of mixed emotion. On one hand he wished to laugh at the complete ridiculousness of her words, on the other he was furious that she and Lyanna had gone to the whore house of all places. Conveniently he ignored the fact it was his fault they even wondered about whores. Anya only frowned at his rough handling.
"Rana is rather nice, Bran she knows discretion and is the most sought for her talents. I hope you paid her well for her service." She finished absently.
"I forbid you from ever venturing there again." He snapped
"As I told Ned and will tell you now, They are reliable for information and I am most careful each time I visit!"
Each time! She's been there more than once! Brandon could barely believe his ears. However his tongue spoke something else.
"You told Ned! Ned knows and he still lets you!?"
He laughs and sarcastically asks if father knows as well. He does not expect an answer and is floored when Anya responds.
"I suppose he must, there isn't much father doesn't know."
Truly, how much did he miss by not exchanging letters and not visiting home often. Determined to distract himself and release his temper on someone else, he sternly told Anya to wait till he'd rallied all the men for a hunt before she left.
"I'll be late for breaking fast Bran, Lyanna will be left to entertain the ladies on her own. You're being quite strange you know." Anya huffed with irritation.
"Lyanna should start learning things on her own. She can't expect you to always be with her. Much like I learnt when Father separated Ned and I, she too will learn. You will not be leaving this tent until I've ensured every bastard man out there is no where near to set their disgusting eyes on you."
Anya did not get it but she obediently settled onto the stool and waited primly for him to hurry up. Brandon softened at her and couldn't resist giving her a quick kiss to her head.
"I'll deal with the small folk."
Anya quickly shook her head and looked at him with assurance.
"Don't. I'll handle it, I already planned for the Ladies to venture into Wintertown. It'll be no problem to settle the gossip while I'm there."
He didn't like that it sounded as if she would be cleaning his mess.
"I am the heir Anya-"
"AND I am your little sister. You're a fool to think Ned, Lyanna, Benjen and I would leave you to solve your issues alone. Winter is coming, and your siblings will see to it you will be the greatest and loved Lord to our people."
He had no words for that only a proud grin that matched the proud smile Anya wore. Wasting no longer, Brandon left his tent. He glared at the men who none too discretely eyed his tent expectantly- he could read it on their faces. Their hopeful curiosity and expectant gazes. He wouldn't dare let them see anymore of his precious little sister. Not Anya.
~*~*~Winter Storm Queen~*~*~
Anya waited till she heard the galloping and stampeding of the men fade. Only then did she leave Brandon's tent per his instructions. Though ladies are not supposed to run, Lyanna is alone with the Lady guests and Anya is beyond late for breakfast. Lifting her skirts, Anya ran as fast as she could. She slowed when she was close to the dining hall and quickly smoothed her skirts and hair. She took several breaths to slow her breathing. Feeling settled she entered just in time to hear Lyanna finishing her sentence about horse care.
"Lady Anya! How timely of you to join us." Lady Manderly simpered.
"Apologies for the delay my Ladies, but I was ensuring the days activity would be met with no issues."
"No matter, come join us, your sister was simply enlightening us on the joy of horse care." Lady Manderly continued.
Anya exhaled through her nose as it became clear who she'd be battling today. From the badly hidden smirk on Lady Barbary's lips, a new alliance had been made. She expected Lady Manderly to seek retribution at some point for the embarrassment Anya had put her through that first day.
"Will we be indulging in more horse riding or perhaps another tour?" Barbary mused.
Anya strengthened her mask and addressed the ladies equally.
"I had planned for a trip to Wintertown for the day. A pleasant spending trip among the locals, many of you I'm sure are unfamiliar with the town. I thought this will be a great way to introduce you to the local and perhaps fancy yourselves a gift to forever remember your stay."
Her announcement was met with a rather good amount of excitement. She allowed herself to relax a little into her seat and started to nibble at the food on her plate. She wasn't overly hungry as she had snacked with Benjen earlier, but from how her day was shaping, she would need the energy.
Fending off the jabbed words of both Lyea Manderly and Barbary Ryswell was the easiest thing her morning had challenged her with. Still, Anya was relieved when it was announced that the horses were ready for their trip. Just as everyone had left, with Anya hovering behind with want to speak to the help, Lyanna quickly tackled her in a tight hug.
"Where were you?" Lyanna demanded
Anya opened her mouth to speak but Lyanna cut her off before a word could escape.
"Never mind I don't care. Gods Anya, never again please. Never again leave me with that great big nest of vapid cows!"
"Lyanna watch your words and speak low."
Lyanna pulled back and with a narrow glare she hissed at Anya.
"I can't do this on my own Anya. I need you to be with me if we are going to succeed with this Lady Gathering mess. Arrei told me you had something to attend to but surely it wasn't as important as this. Though Lady Hornwood had helped in shutting the stupid ladies up, it didn't stop them."
Anya opened her mouth to speak once more but Lyanna spoke over her again.
"Anya, I need you with me. I can't do this without you. So please, tomorrow morning do not be late."
Anya could only manage a nod and with that Lyanna slouched with relief before she hurried to head for the stables. Anya felt something unpleasant growing in her chest and her head ached. She couldn't explain the sudden feeling within her that wished to snap at her sister again.
"My lady?" A hesitant maid questioned.
Anya steadied her breath and looked to the maid. While she saw fear in the girls eyes there was also a slither of concern in their depths. For Anya, it only served in reminding her she had to solve the issue with the help. With another breath, she felt calmer- she met the maid servants gaze and willed her mask to soften.
"Though we will spend most of our day in Wintertown I implore you to share my instructions among the help."
"Of course, my lady."
"When evening falls and the ladies have all been settled into their guest rooms, instruct everyone to await me here."
"O-of course, my lady."
"See to it- I should expect everyone- maid and servant worker- to be present."
The maid trembled but Anya didn't have time to spare her any comfort. She hastily made her way to the stables where her horse was waiting. She recognized the boy handling her horse to be Dorrick, the squire boy who often teased her. He kept his gaze low and didn't dare raise it as she stole the reigns.
"Dorrick." She addressed shortly.
"My Lady."
Anya felt her stomach swoop with dread. If even Dorrick was being so formal and nice to her, Brandon's actions have undoubtedly spread vast and wide quickly. She needed to solve this issue quickly.
"Ready the stable boys and those who serve in the castle to gather tonight. I've an announcement to share and intend for all to hear it."
She was perhaps a bit too cold with her tone but Anya couldn't help it. She was feeling harried and her mind raced with dreaded anticipation over how far word has spread. Dorrick bowed his head again and formally bid her farewell. She was last to arrive and her mask must have still been too cold as the Ladies all looked to her with seeking eyes. Anya quickly plastered a calm demeanor on her lips and nodded for them to hurry along.
'One thing at time, Anya' she repeated in her head.
She repeated it all throughout their ride to Wintertown. Repeated it as she battled against Lady Lyea and Lady Barbary's jabs. She repeated it as she subtly signaled for Lyanna to stay in pace with the rest of the Ladies. She repeated it when Lady Jonelle smirked at her with challenge in her eyes. She repeated it as she spotted the deep searching gaze of Lady Maege.
By the time Wintertown was in sight, Anya felt her mind tiring.
However.
She had too much to do to pay it much attention.
And Ned's words faded and drowned under the mental list of things Anya needed to attend to.
~*~*~Winter Storm Queen~*~*~
Rickard massaged at his forehead, feeling the ache persist he requested a goblet of wine. It wasn't enough to muddle his thoughts. Only enough to chase away the ache in his head and release the tension he felt. A few minutes later Arrei was bringing to him his request. Rickard sipped at his wine and walked away from the stress of paperwork. He eyed the view his solar's window provided and spotted a large company of men riding towards the woods. In the other direction he spotted a small gathering of ladies, riding for Wintertown.
"How fares my daughters?" He prompted
He listened to the sound of Arrei fidgeting but soon enough she spoke. The young servant maids mother had been quite the spy- one of Lyarra's most trusted. Taking in her daughter was a fair promise to make as it was what the late woman deserved. She was sworn to Lyarra but served him only because she knew how deeply Lyarra loved him. Her loss was unfortunate- but her daughter was proving to be quite useful in minding his younger children.
"My lord, If I may speak freely?"
He turned to her with a searching gaze but nodded to signal she may. He watched her fiddle with her hands and knew the young girl was wary of sharing whatever it was. He had many ears and eyes throughout the castle, but Arrei was close to his children and cared deeply for them. She was loyal- just as her mother had been- and he trusted her insight.
A wise girl, though it was a shame she was of low birth.
"I fear Lady Anya may be stressing herself once more."
He tensed completely and didn't have to wait long for her to elaborate. Soon after Arrei had informed him of the matters his youngest daughter was tending to, Rickard drank deeply from his cup. He thought he could hear the scolding laugh of his dead beloved. No doubt Lyarra would have mocked him. Anya was only displaying his own obsessive work habits.
What could he do?
He couldn't deny that with Anya managing the castle, things ran smoother and allowed him more time to focus on politics. He also couldn't fault her for missing Benjen and wanting to spend time with the boy. While he was disappointed in Brandon- he knew the boy had only done it to defend his sisters. The manner of cruelty he'd done it with was the exact level of cruelty Lyarra would have retaliated with anyway. Things would have been different if Lyarra were here. She would have known how to get Brandon to be more subtle with his cruel vengeance.
Rickard took time to calm his thoughts and think his options through.
At least his daughters were no longer tense with each other.
"My thanks I will see to it the matter is handled."
He dismisses her and no sooner has she left is he joined by his greatest spy. They slink from the shadows with a cunning smile on their lips and chuckling at his gaze.
"Tell me." He orders and no time is wasted as his spy speaks.
"The little lady has already started to spin her web. A pretty little mask on her face and the wild wolf has given her way."
Rickard is torn between relief and exasperation with his children. He is relieved that Brandon will let Anya handle the situation and not make matters worse. After all, Anya is the most familiar with the help out of all of them. The small folk love her greatly. At the same time, he is exasperated with his daughter for taking on so much when he specifically warned her to take better care of herself.
"Little Lady has ordered another gathering, though this is to be a gathering of the help."
Rickard's mind races to make sense of what his daughter may be thinking. There are too many variables to be sure but he will be present in the shadows himself to witness that gathering.
"Though know this m'lord, the little wolf wishes to see more of the little lady. He gives in to his wilder urges the longer she spends from him."
He's not too worried about Benjen, there are only four more days to pass. His youngest child will last and he'll spend time with him to make up for Anya's absence. Rickard does not wish to see Anya fall ill again and though he had intended not to interfere with her Ladies gathering, it's looking as if he will need to.
He dismisses his spy and contemplates his next course of actions. Ultimately, the Lord he is overpowers his Fatherly self. Anya is playing a game and he is curious to see what victories she will accomplish. He thinks he hears Lyarra's whisper in his ear- warning him to remember that Lyanna is his eldest daughter and should learn too. Though it weighs heavy on his mind, he passes over the thought because Lyanna has failed him too much already.
Lord Rickard Stark contemplates his children and the legacies they are shaping to become. He waits and depending on the results of Anya's little announcement, he will make a choice.
A choice that shapes the fates of his daughters.
~*~*~Winter Storm Queen~*~*~
Anya is relieved to find that word has not spread so quickly out of Winterfell. She only spends an hour with the Ladies. They peruse through the stalls at the market and keep up their appearances as noble ladies. Anya takes care to speak and wave with all who rally towards her. She gives to them all the attention she is able to spare while keeping a careful eye on Lyanna. Lyanna already has a reputation among the small folk of Wintertown. She hopes that by seeing her among the fray of fellow noble ladies, her reputation as a wild she-wolf can be dampened.
"M'lady! Oh blessed me, the little lady is here at me small stall." An aged man missing several teeth cheers.
He seems to be selling curious trinkets that look like nets and are decorated with feathers and beads. She finds them to be pretty, just as pretty as the glowing stones and crystals on his table. They aren't worth much gold, considered to be pretty rocks and nothing else. Anya however has heard of the fabled magical aspects they are supposed to provide. Her attention is snared by the pearl pink pebble in one of the bowls. Without much thought she reaches for it. It's cold in her palm but smooth on her finger tips.
"What is this to do?" she asks.
"A beautiful shade of color eh? Me missus swore to the gods it provides plenty of relief from stress and eases the heart."
Anya huffs out a light giggle at his words. She is too focused on the pebble rock in her hand to notice the attention she'd garnered. Other merchants and wandering small folk have stopped and strained their hearing in awe. While the other noble ladies sharpen their gaze on the expression she wears. Anya looks to them like a fair maiden from stories- so gentle and soft. It dawns on the ladies that the girl will surely grow to be a dangerous woman. It unnerves some while it brings pride to others.
Anya purchases the rock and wraps it in a spare cloth piece she carried and pocketed it. She also purchases one of the net trinkets, intending to give it to Benjen tomorrow. Soon they are moving on and finally Anya spies her chance to slip away and tend to the consequences of Brandon's hasty actions.
She finds the family easy enough. They run the local tavern and are well in the depths of business when she arrives. There are just enough people inside to warrant the word will spread. Good, Anya wouldn't need to cause too great a commotion to have it happen.
"Lady Anya!" they yelp and immediately they bow their heads.
Everyone does and had she been any later, the locals of this tavern would have left and spread the word of Brandon's cruelty. Anya readies her mask and looks apologetic but still noble- a hard act to balance when her audience is so far below her station. A lady does not lower herself to those below her station. However, Anya needs to be seen as an apologetic well meaning child.
If only Brandon had not stolen the stupid girls maiden head and informed her family. She wouldn't have needed to seek the family and soothe over the matter. She requests a meeting with the family and spins her tale of apologies. To her satisfaction, the family hastily assure her she is too kind and that they agree entirely with Brandon's decision to cast the girl out. Though when she asks to speak with the servant girl in question, the family visibly hesitates. They regretfully inform her that she is too late as they had sent the girl to the whore house.
Anya is in shock and can do nothing but listen as the family explain.
"Bless you m'lady for your kind intentions, but Eyla wronged you. Lord Brandon was wise to cast her out and it is thanks to him her true nature was revealed. She is no longer welcomed in our home and we cast her to the whores where she can be among her kind."
They cast out their own daughter- gave her to the whore house, all because she had spoke ill of Anya and her sister. All because Brandon stole the girls maiden head and teased from her the whispered gossip of the help. Anya had always been aware that being a lords daughter allowed her quite a bit of power. But this amount of influence frightened her. She and her siblings have so easily ruined the life of a girl and turned her family against her.
Anya had always known that the North was cold and at times savage with their ways.
But this, was simply sad.
A single choice- a single mistake and the entire life the girl had was taken so forcibly away.
The North remembers and Anya will never forget.
When she leaves, she hears the start of whispers from those in the tavern.
"Oh Lady Anya was so kind." "The Stark's care for us all." "Blessed be House Stark."
They sing her praises and soon after they sing praises for all her siblings. Brandon's cruelty forgotten as she'd given the small folk enough fuel to whisper about their good graces instead. She hadn't planned to, but her thoughts and feet lead her to the back door of the whore house. Her usual entry into the place. A patterned knock and soon after the door is opened to her.
It is Rana, the whore Brandon had entertained, who greets her. The shapely woman dips her head and ushers her in quickly. Anya never ventures beyond the back rooms, here customers are not permitted to roam. She gives to Rana a pouch of coin and speaks before Rana can attempt it.
"I know Bran forgot. He's troublesome but you run a business and deserve to be paid."
Rana sighs and accepts the coin. Anya looks about but does not see the girl.
"You looking for something little Lady?"
"You've a new worker?"
She sees the glint in Rana's eyes and knows there is judgement hiding within them.
"Aye, nasty bit of fate for her. Cast out and shamed by her family. Mistress could do nothing to persuade them and so accepted the fickle girl. You'll find her there! Mistress won't have her working till she's sure the girly ain't got no better option."
She steadies another breath and nods in appreciation. When she finds the girl, she's a mess of tears and rags. Anya pities the poor thing, but knows, if spotted, her pity towards the girl will only fester rage and want for vengeance. Anya remembers her- Elya, one of the maids she'd happened upon speaking ill of Lyanna.
When Anya makes her presence known the girl startles and then soon after falls to her knees and begs mercy and forgiveness from Anya. It takes patience and gentle speaking to calm her. Anya spends longer than she planned in soothing the crying thing. It's worth it, as afterwards when she's readying to leave Elya is laughing and determined to redeem her mistake towards House Stark.
Rana is waiting by the back door with a knowing smirk on her lips.
"A little young aren't you little lady? To be singing praises about the life of a whore."
Anya had steeled her mask and reached for another pouch of coin. Tossing it to Rana she coldly spoke her words, with the expectation they would be followed.
"You do me good service and prove to be great friends to have. She's a foolish girl but one mistaken encounter with my brother should not be her downfall. Treat her well."
Rana dipped her head and stuffed the pouch between her breasts.
"I'll be sure to inform the Mistress."
Anya left and felt exhaustion weigh her shoulders down. Dealing with the small folk was more tiring than pretending with the ladies. She'd been 8 when she first began her visits to the whore house. All her friendship with them has fostered, is a strong trade of information. At first, it had been so she could hear more on how Brandon fared as he barely wrote much to her; and the whores tended to travel to follow after rich paying lords. Then it turned to other uses. Elya should be fine, especially if she passes Rana and the Mistress's tests of skills. Anya didn't intend to use the whores as a spy network, it simply happened.
She'd be a fool not to take advantage of it though.
~*~*~Winter Storm Queen~*~*~
Donella Hornwood kept a sharp eye about as they wondered through the town. Anya Stark had slipped them hours ago, but with the harried bustling of the small folk, it went unnoticed. To be fair, Lyanna Stark was being a greater distraction for her sister than expected. The small folk so slyly were rallying close to the she-wolf and attempting to test her patience. Though when Lady Manderly or Barbary attempted to do the same, the small folk rallied to the girls defense. It was quite amusing.
From the grinning enjoyment on Lady Cerwyn's lips, it was clear she was enjoying the chaos. Donella couldn't fault the girl, as it was amusing. The small folk of Wintertown clearly loved House Stark and were undoubtedly responsible for Anya Stark's mysterious reputation.
"Curious isn't it? How a sheltered and protected young lady could garner such fervent love." Lady Cerwyn whispered with a wicked grin.
"One sister loved the other only accepted. Such contrast is fascinating."
Jonelle Cerwyn was a vixen of a girl. Donella spotted the craving in her eyes for chaos the second they'd been introduced. Tradition will not be appreciated by a girl like her. Still, Donella owed it to Anya Stark as an ally, to rally as much support as possible. With that in mind she addressed the girl plainly.
"You seek thrill Lady Cerwyn, to that I can not fault you. However, Do not be mistaken by the little lady's patience."
Jonelle narrows her eyes but the wicked smirk on her lips never fades. It's a taunt and Donella sharpens her glare to combat against it in warning.
"She's a wolf, a cold wolf of the north and you are her guest. But even guest can become meals for the wolf if they wander wrong."
Jonelle snaps out a fan she'd taken from a nearby stall, she tests it with idle fingers.
"I know the touch of Winter Lady Hornwood. Your threat, while good intended is not needed. I am the embodiment of my House words. As you know, lady luck favors the prepared. My idly spoken observations is simply preparation."
Donella purses her lips and snaps her own fan open and slowly fans at her face.
"Wonderful, then I'm sure you know greatly of my own House words. Do not give me reason to prove them true."
They gift each other another smile but it is frigid in truth. Donella does not trust Jonelle to have the best intentions for the little lady. Jonelle does not like the judgement Donella watches her with. However, they are now in an alliance and will need to put such issues behind them. They are too tense to notice when Anya slips beside them like a quiet shadow.
"My ladies? How fares your time? Any trinkets of interest?"
"Most pleasantly." They both reply.
Anya furrows her brow at the strangeness she senses but spots the slow rising temper on Lyanna's face. She excuses herself swiftly and goes to her sister's aid. Once more engaging in a spar of words and sparing time to the small folk that crowd her. Jonelle and Donella watch as Lyanna Stark hides behind a stall and angrily rips up one of the parchments the small folk had given to her. A step closer and they can hear the young girl cussing rude words about the merchant who passed her the note. Apparently it was a guide to help smooth ones face from wrinkles and deep clean it from dirt.
The two ladies inwardly sigh and the tension between them bleeds away.
Perhaps they had been too hasty to accept Anya's proposal of an alliance.
How are they to help soothe Lyanna Stark's reputation to the rest of the Westeros when the girl is so obviously hopeless.
Evidently, even the small folk have lost such hopes by the way they watch Lyanna Stark expectantly.
~*~*~Winter Storm Queen~*~*~
By the time evening falls, Anya is exhausted beyond usual. She feels the throbbing of her head more intensly than earlier. She'd started to truly falter by lunch and had missed a few jabs cast her way by Lyea Manderly and Barbary Ryswell. Luckily enough she managed to conceal it with pointed cold stares and unimpressed silence. Ensuring she kept the act up till they felt silly and looked stupid and ultimately they changed topics. It didn't help that Lyanna grew restless during their tea discussions.
Anya had miscalculated.
She shouldn't have given Lyanna a taste of her usual freedom with the horse race yesterday. Now her sister craved to be wild again. It showed by her fidgeting and twitching brow. If not for Lady Cerwyn's timely comments or Lady Hornwoods casual interference, Lyanna would have already burst.
Anya is tired but there is still so much to do.
She's yet to tell the help about tomorrows plans. Yet to even address the mess Brandon's made with the help. She had wanted to say goodnight to Benjen. She wanted to see Father and leave him a lemon cake. She needed to go to the Godswood and pray for guidance and patience for her siblings. She should write to Ned. She should tell Ned of how horrible she'd been to Lyanna the other night. She should confess to him how she made Lyanna cry and said such awful things. He'd be mad with her- but he would tell her how to make things right. Lyanna has seemed to forgotten already, but Anya couldn't. Not when she still felt no remorse for her words. Not when she still didn't truly feel any guilt or sorry for speaking such things to her sister.
And occupying the smallest space of her mind; Anya could not forget about the silly servant maid Elya and her fate. One mistake, one stupid choice and the girls life was changed. Brandon had done that; ruined the girls family life and changed her future. All of it done for Lyanna and she's sake. He didn't even care- and truth be told neither did she- but the swift effect his actions took. The quick chaos it instigated for the girl- it's that Anya can not move pass.
"Lady Anya?"
"Hm?"
So lost to her thoughts, Anya had not heard the maiden that knocked on her door. The servant looked wary and frightened where she stood. Mostly because Anya's mask was in full play and there was nothing soft or gentle about her in the moment.
"The help have been gathered per your instructions."
"Hm, my thanks. I'll be there soon."
The maid dipped into a quick bow and hurried to return and warn the others. Anya took the time to check her appearance in the looking glass once more. She looked no different from this morning. The dress she wore still proper without any speckles of dirt and her hair still neat in its braids. The mask she wore hid her exhaustion and stole attention away from the clammy whiteness of her skin. When she stood, she felt a bit of a dizzy spell over come her but it passed just as quickly.
Her bed looked so inviting but she had things to do.
It would have to wait.
As she walked towards the dining hall, she took in the silence of the castle. There was no hustling and bustling of the help. Only the cold of the walls, the silence of the shadows and the soft glow of the fire torches. Oddly enough, Anya relaxed and the aching in her head faded as she wandered alone through her home. All was calm, All was cool and All around her was her home.
By the time she reached the dining hall, she felt immensely better. She steadied what felt like her thousandth steadying breath for the day and pushed open the doors. The entire room silenced at her arrival and all eyes turned to her. With every one of the castle help present, Anya suddenly felt extremely small under their gaze. She'd never dealt with this many people before- yet she would have too because Brandon's actions needed to be soothed over.
Walking to the higher tables felt like an execution. She wasn't here to give them orders or remind them that she was their Lord's daughter. She only had one purpose and that was to chase away their fear of Brandon. When she spoke she didn't have to raise her voice, it carried easily over the quiet.
"I've summoned you all here to address a matter that has been brought to my attention."
She sees the younger section of the help tense and grow incredibly fearful.
"Yesterday, my brother dismissed a maiden by the name of Elya. She had committed a crime that he found to be inexcusable and punished her in a way he found reasonable."
There were looks of contempt, and slight shaking of heads. Most them from the older members of the help. While the younger members undoubtedly were afraid, it was most likely the older members who found Brandon's actions to be cruel. Anya's voice was incredibly soft when she next spoke but she didn't dare look down or away from her audience.
"Brandon's been away from Winterfell for a while long. He's learnt so much and grown so strong- but none of us know of how and when. We never saw his growth and heard little of his victories."
Anya couldn't help the tremble her voice gave with her words. From the sudden alertness the help showed, they'd heard it. Anya willed her mask to hold so she could finish. This was for Brandon, she needed to solve this for her brother.
"Ned is in the South and he too has been gone for so long. Your Lord is busy and rarely seen and you've no proper Lady to direct you."
There were a few whispers but Anya couldn't hear them properly.
"Lyanna and I could never be our mother, and it is hard to trust your Lord's heir when you do not know him. In such sense I can not blame you for your doubt and whispered fears. However, we are of the North and all of us serve House Stark."
Anya steels herself and stands tall, meeting the eyes of everyone before her.
"So before you I pledge a vow."
There's a still moment and no one dares to break the stiff spell that's been cast.
"So long as I am a Stark, so long as I am in Winterfell, I will do my best to soothe your fears. Seek me and I shall be your voice. Winterfell is not just a home for House Stark, but a home to it's people and those who serve it."
Anya swallows and the smile she gives is one she has not used in years. It is the smile she wore when her mother would happily introduce her to the help. The shy but grateful smile that only the older members may remember and the younger have never seen.
"You were good to my mother and in memory of her, allow me to be good to you."
It's starts small, a slow clapping from a back corner. Then slowly it builds and then there is Dorrick, standing a top a table and clapping wildly with a teasing grin. Anya blinks- the spell she was under broken and her confusion towards the clapping is evident on her face. Dorrick raises his hand and dramatically bows.
"Blessed be our little Lady!"
"HOO RAH! HOO RAH!"
"HOUSE STARK STANDS STRONG!"
The stable and squire boys stomp and wildly cheer. The help are suddenly singing praises for House Stark. They clap and they laugh and Anya hears her own laughter join with them. One of the older men then takes charge and starts issuing orders.
"Right then you lot, we've wasted plenty time today." "Much too slow-" "should have finished-" "Oh and we were so silly to think-" "Lord Brandon was only thinking what should be best for his house-" "Lord Rickard would be so Proud-" "It's like Lady Lyarra all those years before-" "Tomorrow we will work extra hard-" "No time for slacking-" "Busy, Busy, Busy"
~*~*~Winter Storm Queen~*~*~
Rickard entered quietly and stood in the shrouded shadows. He listened and watched, eyeing those near him. However when Anya had started to speak about Brandon's fostering, he could not look away. The mask he had watched her so carefully practice for years started to crack. There was no hiding the child emotions that leaked through her words. The years of heart torn yearning for her brothers so obvious. He had done that, separated her from her brothers. He had always known she struggled with their absence- especially Ned- but not how deeply she hid it.
Then Anya speaks about Lyarra and Rickard is aching in his chest. The ghost of his love flickers to life behind his youngest daughter. He swears he sees her behind Anya, looking proud and stroking her hair. He blinks and the ghostly image is gone. Then Anya pledges her vow and her mask completely shatters.
Rickard feels tears prickle his eyes for he has not seen his little girl in so long.
'Do you see my love? Do you see her?' Lyarra's voice whispers in his mind.
"I do." He replies lowly while the help cheer.
'Our precious winter blessing. She'll bring the storms with her Rickard. Look! See what she has started?'
Rickard looks around and he hears how the help rejoice Anya's name. They love her. She has won their loyalty and respect. They praise her and herald her name. Anya has done what not many Nobles or even royals can fully accomplish in their time of power. She has won the loyalty and love of her people. He can see it clearly, how her name will be shared among the rest of the small folk by morning. How they will forgive any rumor or chaos Lyanna and Brandon may stir as they are her siblings. When Brandon is Lord they will remember her pledge. They will always remember that Anya Stark of House Stark had given to them a voice to be heard. For they know that Brandon Stark loves his sisters beyond reason and will listen should she speak.
All because Anya had done something so simple as speak to them like equals.
A simple smile.
A simple vow.
Rickard thinks for a second he sees the glint of a gold crown on Anya's head but blinks and it is gone. He reasons it must have been a trick of the light but the ghostly laughter of his love makes him wonder.
"Lord Rickard!" a voice gasps.
He turns a sharp eye at the boy who speaks. He recalls the boy to be a squire named Dorrick. One his children often accuse of pestering Anya. The boy trembles under his stare but there is something like potential in the depths of his gaze. Rickard ponders it, but ultimately pushes it aside and signals for the boy to keep his silence about his presence.
Rickard almost smirks at how the boy stiffens and obediently listens. He sinks back into the shadows and continues to watch Anya among the help. It takes a while for her to finally manage to slip away. He follows her quickly and sees the open affection the passing help greets her with. He can almost fool himself into believing he is in the past. Stuck in a time where Lyarra was still by his side and his children still so small. At the fantasy, Winterfell feels warmer to him again.
Only when Anya darts into one of the lesser used corridors does the fantasy shatter. Anya stops suddenly and leans heavily against the wall. He can hear her heaving ragged breaths and see's how she trembles. He panics and the father in him doesn't hesitate to catch her when she falls. He cradles her close and he is strongly reminded of how small she truly is. Anya's eyes are cloudy with exhaustion, stress but when they register who holds her, they soften with relief.
"Father?"
"Sh!" he hushes her and holds her like he once did when she was a babe.
She slumps completely into his hold and her arms cling tightly round his neck. Rickard savors the moment, the two clinging to each other, stealing comfort from one another.
'I'm sorry my sweet girl' he thinks but doesn't say.
'I'm sorry for taking away your brothers; But you do me prouder each day. I cannot regret the strength you've found without them. I am so proud of you Anya.'
"Papa," Anya whispers.
The tone she speaks with is drowsy. Rickard doesn't bother hiding the soft smile that forms on his lips. With ease, he rises, still holding her like she was a child of four years still. The lure of sleep is slowly taking her but it is slow. There is no one near to see how the cold hearten Lord Rickard smiles with such warmth and love. Not even Anya can tell if she is simply dreaming her father to be the papa she lost.
"Sleep Anya."
She hums and presses her ear closer to his beating heart. By the time he reaches her bed chambers, she is fast asleep. He lowers her onto her bed gently. As exhausted as Anya is, she doesn't stir at the motion. After thoroughly tucking her into bed, Rickard stays by her side. Then like he once did all those years ago- he confesses to her his fears and worries.
"I fear for you my child. You are so much like me. Your habits, your determination and reckless obsession with doing your duty as a noble's daughter; it is worrisome."
Rickard pauses at that, and then lightly moves the locks that have come lose from Anya's braid away from her face. He feels his heart clench and feels grief snare him tightly once again.
"But you prove everyday to be Lyarra's daughter. You have her soft smiles and gentle words; above all, you have Lyarra's heart."
Rickard closes his eyes and he hears Lyarra's voice in his mind. She is always with him. She never leaves and he hurts everyday because of it. Lyarra died and he can not move on- but he must fight to live for the gifts she left him to care for.
'She needs you still Rickard. They all do. You cannot meet me till they are ready.' Lyarra speaks in his head.
"Ned spoke truly when he told you of our needs. We need you, we will always need you. Bran, Lya, Ned, Benjen and I need you. So please- Gods please, care better for yourself. Winter is coming and I need my children ready to face the storm that brews with it."
'I love you' Lyarra whispers.
"I love you always." Rickard replies.
It takes the clanging of the guards to prompt Rickard to leave Anya's side. He leaves, but does not go to his own bed. Instead, he roams the castle and checks on Lyanna and Benjen as well. All of his younger child sleep with ease and he memorizes their resting faces. He clings to the innocence their sleeping faces portray. Rickard takes a steadying breath and then makes haste for his solar. He mentally recalls the list of things that need his attention by morning and embraces the cold in his heart.
There is much he must do and so little time to waste.
