A/N: Well, people are still reading this, so I'm going to keep writing it. Onward to…..yea I got nothing


Her first order of business was to find passage across the Narrow Sea. The practical approach would be to head from King's Landing to the port of Pentos, but then it would take her weeks to cross The Dothraki Sea, weeks that could be better spent. Making her way to the dock master, she needed to find the right ship.

Luckily, news of her father's resignation had not yet spread past the small councils chambers and she was able to see a full manifest of every ship. Dozens of ships coming and going, Master of Ships was indeed a troublesome job. She was about to give up hope when a small ships manifest caught her eye. Sailing south to Sunspear, and then it would then travel east to Volantis. From there she could ride north from there and hopefully cut a week from her journey.

The captain had been doing business in service of a silk merchant for several years. He had commented that nothing had happened recently and that everything should be safe sailing. As squire and daughter to the Hand of the King, he promised her a cabin and would do everything he could to make sure things went smoothly. Lyanna smiled and paid the man in advance, she would be leaving the day after tomorrow.

The walk back to the Red Keep was a thoughtful one. Not even two months ago, she was sure that she would never leave the North. Now she had traveled to the Capital and would be crossing the Narrow Sea to travel onto the other side of the world. She was lucky, but she didn't yet know if it was good luck or bad luck. This world was always taking from them, and it rarely gave anything back. Picking up her pace, Lyanna hurried back to her room, she would need to pack.


She was almost finished packing when her handmaiden had come in with tears in her eyes and mumbled something about her father. Lyanna grabbed her sword and ran for her father's room. Never before had she seen her father injured. Maester Pycelle was already wrapping the wound on his leg and commenting that everything should be fine. She dismissed him with a nod and pulled a chair over to his bed. She laid her sword across her thighs and relaxed into the chair, she would keep vigil over her father for as long as she could. The news of Jory and his fellow guards' death had left a dark mood in the air.

To find someone that you had grown up with, shared stories and life with, to just be gone and never to return was a horrible thing. The fact that she had had a brief but pleasant talk with Jaime Lannister, their murderer, had hurt even more. Their fellow guardsmen had offered to take vigil over the dead and make sure the Silent Sisters did their work. She had nodded and told them that a small group would be sent back to make sure they would rest with their ancestors.

It was a long night for Lyanna, her handmaiden had brought her dinner which she picked at lightly. Arya and Sansa had come to see their father and she had told them that everything would be alright. She slept sparsely and when the King and Queen barged in to wait for him to awaken, she had almost jumped out of her skin. She waited for an hour before the door opened again and Cersei almost barreled into her. Things had not gone well for her, if the mark on her cheek was anything to go by. They stared at each for a moment before Lyanna did something that she would never know she had the strength to do.

When Cersei felt someone wrap their arms around her, she went still with panic. Besides her children and her brother, she could not remember the last person to hug her. Lyanna stepped back and looked at the Queen.

"I'm sorry for all the trouble that has been happening between our two Houses, Your Grace."

The Queen didn't reply but nodded her head and left just a few moments before the King vacated her father's room. Robert looked at her briefly before shouting for Ser Barristan to find his brother and his squire so that he could kill something.

Slipping back into the room, she stood at her father's side and waited for him to collect himself. He hadn't been injured like this over a decade. Granted, he had been stabbed from behind by a coward, it still hurt his pride. He asked her to fetch parchment and a quill.

"I'm giving you this letter of introduction. It should help you get where you need to go. Jorah Mormont is with the Targaryen girl and he will recognize our house sigil. I wish that I could send another in your place, but there is nobody else I can trust now with Jory gone. You're not going there to undermine the King's claim to the throne, you are going to make sure that he still deserves to keep it with what honor he has left." He dropped wax at the bottom of the parchment and stamped it with the House Starks sigil. Rolling it up he dropped a few more drops to seal the parchment with the stamp of the Hand's sigil before giving it to her.

"Father, I will do my best to make sure that I don't fail you." She was quiet for a moment before she brought up the next issue "I think it would be best if I took the direwolves with me father. They are suffocating here, all three of them barely leave the room now. Let me take them so that at least they might feel useful." It was best for them, they did no good here.

"You'll have to get your sisters permission but it is fine with me. When do you leave? Do you have enough to get you where you need to go, I'm sure the treasury can spare something." It was weird to see her father this worried about her, it was truly touching.

"I leave in the morning father, everything has already been taken care of. Let us spend this last afternoon as only father and daughter and not of King's and far away ex-princesses." She smiled and began to talk of things of the past, the happy and not so happy times, but all times where they were family.


Dinner with her father and two sisters was a quiet affair. Since their father had not told them of any plans to leave, Sansa and Arya were saddened by the loss of old friends. They would continue on as before. Sansa was to marry Prince Joffery and Arya would continue with her dancing master. By the time dessert had been served Lyanna turned to her sisters.

"Sansa, Arya I will be leaving the capital for a few weeks in the morning and I would like to take Lady and Nymeria with me. They have been trapped in this castle for too long, as has Shadow. The open countryside would do them all some good. I'll make sure they don't get into any trouble." She didn't strictly lie to her sisters. Just that the countryside she was going to was a lot farther away than they were probably thinking.

Sansa responded first as she couldn't even get the Prince to look at Lady, let alone allow her presence. Arya was resistant at first but realized she had neglected her friend in favor of learning to dance. Lyanna smiled and hugged both her sisters before telling them that she would be back in no time at all. She hugged her father one last time and it lasted a bit longer than normal. She leaned down and whispered to him.

"I won't fail you father, I promise you." She bid her family goodnight and left to see what life would next throw at her.


That night as Daenerys Stormborn of House Targaryen lay sleeping beside her husband Khal Drogo, she was pulled out of her dreams of a little Dothraki boy learning to ride a horse. A lone dragon rising up into the sky, it flew over the vast land before it, everything cowering before it in its glorious might. It paid no mind to the dark clouds on the horizon, until suddenly it was surrounded in black, wind violently throwing the dragon around, the biting cold was not deterred by its own fire.

The great beast was thrown onto the ground like a child's doll. It had to curl into itself to stay warm when the cold became too much for it. It screamed in frustration and rage as it was slowly killed. Out of the darkness came an answering howl of power and fearlessness. Yellow eyes stared at the helpless creature of fire wither away in apathy. This powerful creature brought down by something it had weathered for millennia. It walked through darkness and cold, unbothered by such things, past the dragon.

You can follow me and learn to survive the storm or you can freeze to death and be forgotten. The wolf didn't even bother to look at as it spoke, it had its own enemies in the darkness. The wolf began to continue on I will fight just to survive it called out before leaving the dragon.

Daenerys opened her eyes and sat up in sudden fright, a cold sweat covered her entire body as she shook from a dream she could not forgot. Being the dragon would not protect her from everything. Khal Drogo could only offer some partly comfort to get her back to sleep. It was a long night for her.


The next morning, Lyanna was surprised to see her father already waiting for her at the docks. He was quiet as she gave her stuff to the cabin boy to put aboard the ship. He was a little frightened when all three direwolves followed the smell of meat from her pack. She laughed as they bounded after him, hoping to get something from him.

"I plan on sending the girls back to Winterfell today, so you need to hurry up and warn the Targaryen girl and come home, do you understand?" Her father told her in the few minutes they had before she had to set sail. Lyanna nodded and paused for a second before looking at her father and pulling her sword out. Presenting it to him she asked.

"Father, would you do me the honor of naming my sword. I know I have done nothing worthy of a name, but I should like to carry this weapon with a name with me. So that I may always remember the faith and trust you put in me." She bowed her head and waited for him.

Eddard Stark slowly grabbed her blade and unsheathed it. It was truly a unique sword, one of a kind, just like his daughter. In the predawn light, the blade almost looked black and cold. Like winter, but there was beauty in it as well. He smiled as he looked down at his daughter and then back to the sword.

"I, Eddard of the House Stark, do so name this blade as Winter's Rose. For a beautiful blade such as this will be as cold and deadly as winter to your enemies. Never forget that you are a Stark of Winterfell. Winter is coming."

He placed the sword back in its sheath and handed it to her, Lyanna strapped across her back. She hugged her father one last time and boarded the ship as the captain called for them to leave.

"I'll be back as soon as I can father." She shouted at him and waved until she could no longer see him on the dock. Walking to the front or the bow of the ship as the captain corrected her. She looked out and try to see what would be on the horizon next.


A/N: It's a little shorter than usual, but after tomorrow I have the next 3 days off andwill try and get out 1 (maybe 2) chapters in that time. I really wish I could save Ned, but unfortunately, Sansa has to express how Joffery is nothing like Robert and that's pretty much the end of Ned Stark. Also, supposedly it takes approx. 4 weeks to get from King's Landing to the Dothraki Capital by way of Pentos, as there is no set way of measuring distance, I guessed with the travel time. Most of her journey will be sea bound, which is faster and more constant than horses. Last bit, I was cruising YouTube and found the perfect song for Lyanna Stark. It is called Warrior Inside by Leader. Hope everyone likes the name of the sword. Please review so I can continue improving. Ja Ne