Hello there, its been a while.

So, while reading the reviews that you guys kindly left I was a bit peeved by some of them... so I toyed with the idea of not posting the rest of the story cause I just... ya know... I literally quoted George Martin in the bio.

"A MAN'S DAUGHTER INHERITS BEFORE HER FATHER'S BROTHER." A DANCE OF DRAGONS, CHAPTER 44.

I mean... its right there, Martin himself wrote it, not me. So of course since a few people were offended by it I decided to whip out my copy of ADWD so I could get an exact page for the quote and everything.

"Your uncle … would that be Lord Arnolf?"

"He is no lord," Alys said scornfully. "My brother Harry is the rightful lord, and by law I am his heir. A daughter comes before an uncle. Uncle Arnolf is only castellan. He's my great-uncle, actually, my father's uncle. Cregan is his son. I suppose that makes him a cousin, but we always called him uncle."

Excerpt From: George R. R. Martin. "A Dance with Dragons: A Song of Ice and Fire: Book Five." iBooks.

So there you have it folks, Alys Karkstark and Jon Snow, so it seems that I am not making up laws as I go... and if I were, let me kindly remind you that this is FanFiction. My interpretation of the story, I could say that the sky is purple and it would be purple cause I'm the one writing it. So please... just don't. (for those who don't know I'm a lawyer, I'll back off my information with facts, always).

I will answer some of your reviews now.

Marlastiano: always a pleasure to have you reading and reviewing my story, honey!

Jayden Lopez: Thank you, I hope you enjoy it.

Ariana Le Fay: Oh I had missed you! To ask your questions, she cannot inherit dawn. as dawn goes to her cousin Ned Dayne since he is the son of Ashara's and Arthur other brother (or something like that, Martin never really cleared up the Dayne family tree) and yes, she will have a direwolf, she's a Stark ;)

Xypher1: Well, everyone has interests, but you'll find that I am very straightforward, this story is about Alysanne rebuilding the North. (have u read those stories about dudes being stranded on Westeros and building canals and starting an industrial revolution? this story is my take on that, I'm here to have fun and to see how absurd I can make it without it becoming crack, we're here to have fun.)

LenaMiaH: Quero dizer, acho que todos ficamos um pouco decepcionados com o final de Game of Thrones. Mas como sempre, fico feliz que você goste da minha ideia e me acompanhe nesta jornada. Alysanne terá que provar a si mesma, mas você e eu sabemos que sou incapaz de escrever muita angústia ou conflito, então essa história será principalmente Aly sendo esperta e jogando da melhor maneira possível. Obrigado por sua revisão e por estar sempre pronto para ler mais de minhas histórias.

DullReign82: Thank you so much, and welcome!

Ashies: thanks hun!

Lonewolf125: thank you so much for giving it a chance.

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Ned Stark I

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Starfall, Dorne.

Ned walked into his chambers at Starfall feeling dread pooling in the base of his stomach and cursing Brandon in his head. Oh, he was beyond joyous that he had a small niece, but couldn't his oaf of a brother inform him of the marriage? Preferably before walking foolishly to his death, it was only luck that had kept Ned, Willam, Ethan and Howland alive.

And Lyanna, he had loved his sister dearly, but to run off with a married man and actually marry said man and then carry said man's child to term in an unsure world? It seemed that he wouldn't rest anytime soon, if only to atone for what his siblings had done.

He briefly remembered Benjen, young Benjen who wanted to join the Nights Watch. Ned couldn't grant that permission, if anything, Benjen needed to marry someone from the North and quick, maybe one of Maege's daughters. Dacey and Benjen, Benjen and Dacey, Ned smiled as he toyed with the idea.

As he got into the warm bath that had been prepared for him he remembered Catelyn, his Tully wife. She wouldn't be happy with Jon, and she definitely wouldn't be happy with Alysanne. He briefly wondered if Ashara would travel with them North and then grimaced, of course she would travel North, she was Brandon's widow. Ned submerged himself in the water completely as he pushed away all thoughts wondering if is it was too early to plan out his reclusion.

When he walked into Starfall's hall for dinner he was surprised to feel a tug on his breeches, he looked down to find Alysanne staring up at him with wide violet eyes, she made a motion for him to carry her and he obliged, she was his Liege Lady after all.

"Nuncle," she said in a small voice, Ned smiled at her.

"Yes little lady, I am your uncle Ned," he said quietly, she beamed at him and tugged on his hair.

Dinner was a quiet affair with the Daynes, and when he went to check on Jon he had found out that Lord Dayne had already assigned a wet nurse to the babe, a young woman named Wylla.

He felt something behind him and he turned to see Lord Dayne standing there.

"Thank you, Lord Dayne," Ned said, Lord Dayne nodded.

"Think nothing of it Lord Eddard, we are family, for better or worse," he said and Ned looked at the lord solemnly.

Kings Landing, The Crownlands.

Blackwater Bay.

The Dayne ship docked at the bay, and Ned and his party were quickly escorted to the Red Keep where Robert was waiting for them, along with Jon Arryn. Ned kept his features schooled as he explained to Robert that he had found Lyanna dead at the Tower of Joy, as a fever had taken her body.

Ned watched silently as Robert raged and cursed the Targaryens and felt slightly, just slightly sorry for the remaining dragons. While Robert was raging, Ashara walked into the throne room carrying Alysanne, and Willam following dutifully with baby Jon in his hands, Ethan guarding them.

"Lady Dayne," greeted Jon Arryn, Ned braced himself, "Who are these lovely children?"

"My niece, Alysanne Stark, and my bastard son, Jon," he said, he thanked the gods that Willam and Ethan remained silent and unmoving, "Brandon married Lady Ashara in Harrenhal with Ethan and Princess Elia as witnesses, Lady Alysanne is thus the Lady Paramount of The North."

Jon didn't look too pleased by that, while Robert seemed to be processing the information, the tension however was cut when Alysanne struggled in her mother's arms to be placed on the floor and walked to Robert who picked her up, slightly confused, the small Lady tugged on the King's beard and grinned and then looked at Ned happily.

"Nuncle!" She exclaimed in glee still tugging at Robert's beard, Ned smiled, and soon Robert's booming laugh filled the throne room.

"She's Brandon's alright," Robert said, "If Tully has any problem with the Lady, he will deal with me," Robert declared, Ned nodded.

"Lord Dayne suggested that I could betroth her to my son, if only to have things placated," Ned explained softly, Robert looked at Jon who nodded.

"It is not a bad idea, but she would have to consent to the marriage as she is the Lady Paramount, so it would be provisional, you can of course not tell Hoster about that small part," said Jon, and Ned had to agree. "And which will be your holdfast Eddard?"

"Father was once planning on rebuilding Moat Cailin for me, the idea has its merits, although I would have to ask for a loan from the Iron Bank," Ned said.

"Nonsense Ned, consider Moat Cailin a gift from me, the crown will pay for it," he said, then looked at Jon, "It's a king's order, make it happen."

Ned was about to refuse, he couldn't accept such gift, not when he was lying to Robert about Jon, about Lyanna, he was about to say something when Robert glared at him, he looked at Alysanne, still in Robert's arms and her perceptive violet eyes and he decided to just stay silent and accept the gift. The Old Gods knew he would need it.

He left as soon as Robert allowed him to, he took Lyanna's bones with him, as his father's and Brandon's. He had noticed the look Ashara had given to Brandon's bones and he felt sorry for the woman. Alyssane for her part had hugged Robert goodbye and the King had smiled at the little Lady. Ned hadn't missed Lord Tywin's look, or the way Cersei's eyes had remained a little to long on Alysanne.

His party of men was slightly bigger as he left, a few Vale knights making the journey North with him, along with the Dayne knights that Lord Dayne had procured for his sister and niece.

Riverrun, Riverlands.

When the seat of House Tully came into view Ned wanted nothing more than to guide his party past it and forget everything that had happened. But his son was there, and that gave him joy. He heard a laugh and looked back to see that Alysanne was riding with Willam and that the Lord Dustin was making funny faces to the girl.

Their stay in Riverrun was not a pleasant one. Lord Hoster raged at Ned for bringing Ashara and the girl, he accused Ashara of usurping his daughter's place and Catelyn was raging at Ned because of Jon. Willam, Ethan and Howland offered their sympathies and had taken to guard the children. They lasted three days in Riverrun before Ned simply had enough and decided to leave, Catelyn was still raging at him about Jon, until Ashara had told her to forget about it.

Ned had paled when he saw that Catelyn had almost leaped at Ashara, but the Dornish Lady remained calm and reminded Catelyn who had married the actual heir of Winterfell. The trip had been tiring and Ned again wondered if he could start his retirement early.

Winterfell, The North.

The rest of the trip had been tense. Ned was envious of Howland who had stayed at Greywater - at least one of them was going to have peace. When he reached Moat Cailin, he noticed that the construction work had begun. They stayed there for two days and Ned talked to the workers about the things he wanted.

Willam was supposed to part ways with him at Castle Cerwyn, but the Dustin lord and Ethan both decided to stay with Ned until they reached Winterfell. Ned had written to Benjen about everything that had happened, so the young wolf knew what to expect when the two Ladies Stark arrived to the keep.

That first night in Winterfell, Ned went to his bed without talking to anyone and flopped facedown. He slept past noon.