Dragon Wolf

A/N: So many lovely reviews. Thank you all so much.

To a certain guest reviewer…If you don't like Female Jon stories than why did you click on mine when that's literally the first thing in the summary? As for what the point is…what's the point of any fanfiction? To tell a story that is different from the original. If you don't like it…don't read it. That simple. This is my take on things, the way I want them to be.

Arianna Le Fey: Visenya is not Dany, nor will she become like Dany. Some plot points will remain, some will be changed dramatically, and others will be left out entirely. No, Aegon will not be involved, I have not read the books and know nothing about the character. As for love interests, she will have several at different points in the story, and that's all I'm willing to give on that.

Anime Princess: The Queen seems to like her at the moment, yes…but this is Game of Thrones after all, and we all know Cersei isn't exactly the most mentally stable character in the show…

Chapter 2 – The King's Road and King's Landing

Traveling for hours on end was rather dull, but listening to Prince Joffrey complain about…nearly everything really, was beginning to grate on everyone's nerves. Even his mother looked like she'd had just about enough of his whining. This bratty little boy was meant to become their next king? Visenya shuddered at the thought but she supposed the last king had been far worse from what she'd heard. Visenya slowed down a bit to ride with her friend Jory Cassell, the commander of Lord Stark's guards.

"That boy is meant to become our King someday…"

"Aye, gods help us all."

Visenya giggled a bit until she felt eyes on her and looked around. Several men glanced at her, and that was normal, but one man was just watching her and it unnerved her a bit. Joffrey's bodyguard, Sandor Clegane who was called the Hound, was watching her but she couldn't figure out what the expression on his face was supposed to mean. She stared back for a bit until she heard him snort before moving back up the column of riders.

"What was that about?"

"No idea Jory…maybe he likes the shape of my arse."

"That's not funny…"

Yet Visenya and several of their guards were laughing at the sour look on Jory's face, though he soon joined in on the laughter.

One of the evening's they stopped, about halfway through their journey, Visenya decided to practice her sword work using a long branch in an open field near the water while Joffrey and Sansa enjoyed a walk together with the Hound trailing behind them…until Joffrey's inner shit-head decided to rear its ugly head.

"What's this then? A bastard who wants to be a man?"

"I am no longer a bastard, your grace. Your own father saw to that."

"Legitimized or not you were born a bastard."

"Yet the law of the land states that one who is legitimized has the same status as a trueborn."

"You think you're better now? I'll show you what happens to little bastard cunts who don't know their place."

"Your Grace…"

The prince drew his sword and advanced on Visenya while Sansa looked on in horror. Visenya had done nothing to him and she wasn't even armed…yet her Prince was attacking her sister. She had watched enough sparring to know that he was genuinely trying to hurt her sister. Sansa lifted her skirts and ran to her father, who happened to be in a discussion with the king. Both men were livid when she told them what Joffrey was doing. When they came to the little field they found Visenya curled into a ball on the ground clutching her stomach as Ghost stood over her with a fierce snarl curling his muzzle back from his teeth and Joffrey lying on the ground clutching his bleeding forearm and crying like a baby. The Hound was standing on the boy's blade and eyeing the wolf carefully. Robert glared down at his son who shrank back at the anger on his father's face.

"Have you taken leave of your senses boy?! A man does not ever attack a lady, especially with a bloody sword!"

"She thinks she's Noble now that she's been legitimized but she's still a filthy little bastard who needs to learn her place."

Robert backhanded his son who sat back on the ground in shock with a hand to his face. The king was livid and told the Hound to make sure his son stayed put while he checked on the girl. The Hound did as he was told but also watched the two men as they checked on the girl. She had a fiery spirit and a strong backbone, he respected that. Sometimes he hated the little shit he was ordered to guard. He could not raise his blade against the Prince, not that he would dare take it out with the wolf snarling at him like it was as he was fairly certain he'd lose a hand if he tried it. As the King approached Visenya the wolf eyed him warily but did not attack him as he was not threatening his mistress.

"Lady Visenya? Are you alright my dear?"

"Your Grace…I…it hurts."

"You…fetch the Maester. Now! Look at me. What happened?"

"I was…practicing out here…with a stick. I didn't…want to lose…my form. The Prince…insulted my birth…I reminded him…I'm a Lady…now. He pulled his sword…slashed at me…several times…I wasn't fast enough…the first time…didn't expect him…to actually do it…Ghost heard me…came running and…she bit his arm…he dropped…crying…Ghost saved…don't hurt…please."

By this time the Maester had arrived and, as Ned carried his barely conscious daughter in his arms back to camp, he was trying to keep pressure on her wound to minimize any further bleeding. When Jaime and Cersei saw the girl's state both were shocked and wondering who would be fool enough to attack the girl…until they saw Robert's livid face dragging a frightened Joffrey behind him with the Hound close on their heels. Jaime watched as the girl's direwolf cleared a path without doing anything more than walk in front of them, not that he could blame the men for rushing to get out of the wolf's way as angry as it looked.

"What has that little fool done now?"

Cersei gave Jaime a sharp look and followed her husband to try and minimize the damage done to her son. Once Visenya was stitched and bandaged Ned went to the King's tent to deal with the matter at hand, leaving Ghost and Lady to guard his little girl. As soon as he entered everyone went quiet and Robert looked at his friend, seeing how worn out he looked.

"Ned? Is she alright?"

"Aye, the slash went a bit deeper than we'd thought but nothing vital was hit. The Maester says she should be at least halfway healed by the time we reach King's Landing, possibly more."

Ned looked, and sounded, exhausted. He hated seeing one of his children in pain, but especially his daughters. Sansa ran into her father's arms, tears streaming down her face from fear and worry.

"She can't die!"

"Look at me sweet Sansa. She's not going to die. I promise you. She will live, she will heal. There will be a scar but she will live."

"Promise?"

"I promise. Now go to her, Ghost and Lady are watching over her."

Sansa was out of the tent before he'd even finished speaking, eager to see for herself that her sister was alright. Ned looked at Robert and spoke in a soft, but firmly angry tone.

"I did not want to say it with Sansa in here, she's already so shaken, but my daughter nearly died Robert. The wound was very close to being too deep. If it hadn't been for Ghost, and Sansa running for help, I doubt my little girl would still be alive."

"I understand your anger Ned, I do. Joffrey will be punished for this I promise you that."

"Robert…he's just a boy…"

"Damnit woman! You can't coddle him forever. He needs to learn to be a man…to be a proper man who will not attack an unarmed woman. For god's sake, he nearly killed the girl simply because she reminded him she's not a bastard anymore when he called her one. He needs to grow up Cersei…and since you won't do it then maybe your father can straighten him out."

"You will not take my son away from me!"

"I am the King and you will do as I command! He will be going to stay with your father until he learns to behave himself properly. I will not have him attacking others. I will not let this slide so he can kill someone the next time."

"Then let my father come to the castle and work with him…just don't take my son away from me."

The King and Queen seemed to have a long stare-down but eventually the King nodded slightly and turned to his Maester, speaking quickly but firmly.

"Fine. I want a raven sent immediately so Lord Tywin is there when we arrive and is aware of the situation."

"Yes, your grace."

"What about the wolf that savaged your son?"

"The wolf was defending his mistress. Be glad it didn't rip his arm off. I will not punish the animal for doing its job. Maybe next time the fool boy will think before he acts. Ned, I'm truly sorry about this. I had no idea the boy had gotten this out of hand."

"I know, Robert…I know. I'm going back to my girls now."

"Of course. I will visit tomorrow to apologize in person to her."

Ned went back to the tent his daughter's shared and gave a soft smile at the sight that greeted him there. Sansa had dragged her little bed over next to Visenya's and the wolves were lying at their heads and feet, with Ghost at the head and Lady at the feet. The wolves looked up as he entered but went back to resting when they saw that it was only him. He crouched down in front of Ghost who looked at him with such intelligent eyes and he knew the animal understood him.

"Thank you Ghost. You saved my little girl…you protected her. Thank you."

The wolf seemed to bow its head and he slipped the animal an extra piece of meat he'd grabbed on his way back. Ghost seemed happy enough for it and Lady didn't even bother to lift her head from where she watched the tent flap. When he was done with the wolf he noticed the Captain of his guards sitting on a chair in the corner watching.

"Jory?"

"Sorry My Lord, I did not want to leave my Ladies unguarded after what happened."

"You need never apologize for that Jory. Thank you."

"It is my honor, My Lord. I would defend any member of your household with my last breath."

"Especially Visenya, yes?"

"I…yes…My Lord."

"I know you care for her Jory, however…"

"She does not feel the same. I know, My Lord. It does not stop me from loving her or wanting to protect her. She knows my feelings but remains my friend. I can ask no more of her, nor will I. The thought of having nearly lost her for good…of having her light and laughter gone form this world…"

"You're a good man Jory, and I am proud to have you as the commander of my finest men. Now, go get some sleep. I will be staying here tonight."

"As you say, My Lord."

Ned went to his own tent and brought his bed in to join his daughter's, refusing to leave their sides just yet. He would have to send a raven to Cat the next day and he was not looking forward to it. As he drifted off to sleep he heard low voices outside of the tent and realized Jory was planning to guard the tent all night but he didn't have the heart, or the energy, to tell him otherwise.

The next day Ned sent that raven to Cat and he dreaded the reply he was going to get, from her and his eldest son who he was sure would be beyond angry. He half expected to get a raven telling him his son and Theon were chasing after them to defend their sister, though he hoped they weren't quite that foolish. When Visenya woke up she asked to send Robb and Theon a letter of her own and he had no problem allowing it, maybe she could keep them calm.

When it was time to start moving again Robert helped him get Visenya into the wheelhouse. She insisted on walking rather than being carried, despite the pain it caused, and that earned her looks of respect from the hardened warriors surrounding them. The Queen had been kind enough to set up an array of feathered pillows and blankets on one of the benches so Visenya could lie down rather than sit.

"Thank you, your grace. You are too kind."

"Nonsense. It was the actions of my son, the boy I raised, that caused such a horrid injury. It is the least I can do to ensure you are comfortable on the journey."

Sansa sat with her sister, letting Visenya's head rest in her lap so she could run her fingers through her sister's curls and reassure herself that she was okay. The Queen had an unusually soft look on her face as she watched the two siblings, remembering a time she had wished for a sister to dote on. Princess Myrcella seemed horrified by her elder brother's actions and kept asking if Visenya needed anything while Tommen, her sweet shy little boy, offered to smack his brother for her which earned him a little laugh.

"No, Prince Tommen, though I thank you for the offer. I would not want him to turn his wrath on you."

"Joffrey can be really mean sometimes. I know he's my brother and I'm supposed to love him but…he scares me. He hurts Cella and me…he killed my kitten too."

Cersei felt her heart break at the fearful wobble in her baby boy's voice and pulled him close to her. Hearing his words confirmed by Myrcella made her realize that Joffrey had been too spoiled as her first born. For once, and she would likely never have this thought again, Robert was right…he needed a firm hand to try and correct the damage she had unknowingly done…she only hoped it wasn't too late. She did not love Robert Baratheon, he was a drunken whoremonger, but she tolerated him because she loved her children and she loved being queen.

"I think your grandfather can fix that Prince Tommen. He has a fierce reputation after all and they say he takes no nonsense from anyone."

"Grandpa Tywin is great. He's stern but he always brings us presents."

"That's a grandparent's job, sweet Prince, to spoil their grandchildren while their parents wonder why the grandparent is so popular."

"Really?"

"Really and truly."

Jaime watched through the window of the wheelhouse and couldn't help but smile. Lady Visenya would make an excellent mother someday, not that he was interested. He looked at the soft expression on his beloved sister's face and realized she honestly liked this girl, which shocked him as she rarely liked anybody other than him and her children. Something about this girl endeared her to Cersei and he had no idea what it was, but he hoped it lasted. He was not happy to hear the things Tommen and Myrcella said about Joffrey and how he treated them. If he'd known the boy was that far off the deep end he'd have sent a raven to their father himself, hopefully the stern older man could get the boy in line. A glance up at the sky showed dark clouds gathering quickly so he leaned closer to the window so his sister could hear him.

"Not to spoil anyone's mood but it looks as though it might rain so I would suggest closing the windows."

"Thank you Ser Jaime."

Jaime rode back up the line and shook his head as he heard Joffrey complaining, loudly, about being forced to ride for so long instead of riding with his mother. A sharp glare from the king shut him up and he sulked on the back of his horse as the Hound smirked down at him, not that the boy saw it. Joffrey had been ordered to ride up front with the men for several reasons, not the least of which being that no one wanted to let him anywhere near Lady Visenya while she was healing. There was also no more room in the wheelhouse and this was part of the boy's punishment for being a vicious little idiot. He looked back behind him to see the two Direwolves loping along on either side of the wheelhouse and doubted anyone would be fool enough to attack it, still he kept his eyes glancing along the edges of the road in case of ambush. Bandits could be foolish if desperate but thankfully nothing happened. Jaime also noticed the hound casting frequent glances at the wheelhouse and wondered just what was going on in that man's mind.

After just over a month of travel they finally crested a large hill and looked down at King's Landing. Ned tapped on the door of the wheelhouse and poked his head inside.

"Girls? If you'd like to see the best view of King's Landing you should look to the front of the carriage right now."

Sansa stuck her head out the window on one side and Visenya the other, making several men chuckle at their bright grins. Sansa was beaming from ear to ear in excitement while Visenya was smiling because she was eager to stop travelling. She still wasn't allowed to ride as the Maester wanted her to heal a bit more first. There was a large healing scar across her belly now that was a bright pink rather than red. There had been a brief scare when she caught a fever from a mild infection but the Maester was able to get rid of the infection and bring her back from the fever, however it delayed her healing a bit so she was still stuck in the wheelhouse instead of riding like she wanted to be. When they entered the city she brought her head back inside, her nose wrinkled in disgust. Cersei chuckled a bit as Sansa made almost the exact same face.

"You'll get used to it after a while, besides, the Red Keep doesn't smell nearly as foul as the city itself."

"It smells awful."

"Sansa…be polite."

"It's true."

"That doesn't mean you need to say it out loud."

When they reached the keep a severe looking man was waiting on the steps as Jaime helped Cersei and her children, and then Sansa out of the carriage. They were all stunned for a moment when the Hound gently lifted Visenya out of the carriage and held her steady while she found her feet. Visenya wobbled a little bit but caught herself and gave a graceful curtsy to Lord Tywin which earned her a small twitch of his lips that was quickly hidden. Ghost pressed himself into her side while Lady stayed at Sansa's side.

"Lord Tywin. It is an honor to meet you."

"You must me the Lady Visenya I have heard so much about."

"Yes, My Lord."

"I apologize for the actions of my grandson and I assure you he will be taken in hand. I must say, you hold yourself well for someone whose injury nearly killed her twice on the way here."

"Lady Catelyn raised me to be a proper Lady with poise and grace at all times, My Lord."

"Yet I hear you also enjoy sword fighting and horseback riding?"

"I do, My Lord. In the North it is common for Ladies to learn to defend themselves in case there is ever a need. There have been times when wildlings have bade it past the wall and wreaked havoc."

"Well said. Ladies here in the south rarely have any such fears so we do not often allow them to learn such things. I am pleased to see you are healing well."

"Thank you, My Lord."

Tywin took Joffrey by his collar and all-but dragged him inside while everyone else followed at a more sedate pace, with Visenya leaning on Jory a bit to keep from getting too winded. Being unable to ride or exercise had been driving her batty but the Maester promised her that within a few more days he would give her the all clear…she could not wait. Jory walked at a slower pace to match hers and he leaned in so it would seem like they were conversing rather than her leaning on him so no one would think her weak and try to take advantage.

"Thank you Jory. You are always so good to me my friend."

"I do my best, My Lady."

"Don't you start that again…I've told you to call me by my name…not my title. You are my friend."

"As you wish…My Lady."

He laughed softly when she swatted his arm with a grin and felt better to see her smiling. His heart had been in his throat the morning he'd been unable to wake her and her forehead had been burning with fever. He'd immediately ran for the Maester, waking at least half the camp with his yelling and not caring in the least. When the Maester had said there was an infection he'd feared the worst…but his warrior Lady had proven stronger than illness once again. The entire northern party was greatly relieved when he declared her health safe once more. Ned, Sansa, and Jory had remained by her side as she fought the fever and infection for days, the three of them barely sleeping and only leaving her side when absolutely necessary. Many of the King's party had stopped in to check on her as she recovered as well, including the King and Queen. He loved her, he truly did, even though she did not feel the same. She had affection for him, he knew that, but it was not love. Still, he was content to be near her and help keep her safe and happy. For her part Visenya counted him as her dear friend and trusted him nearly as much as she trusted her brothers. The raven from the two young men she called her brothers that came after her initial injury had been amusing as the two switched places frequently and she could easily picture them grabbing the paper back and forth to get their thoughts down at the same time.

Dearest sister,

What the hell?! How dare that little brat attack you! You were armed with a stick and he had live steel. I could tear his hair out. I'll ride down there and kick his prissy blonde ass.

I'll unman him for you and hang his balls from the walls of Winterfell for all to see. We could drown him and bring him back a few times…that might be fun too.

Thank the gods Ghost was there to save you. I couldn't bear to lose you. You may not be my twin but you may as well be. I will kill anyone who dares to hurt you.

That goes double for me. I was only eight when I was sent to Winterfell. I was scared and alone. My father hadn't cared when I was being taken and my sister barely glanced at me.

I hate that little shit Prince. If I ever see him he'll find out exactly what happens when a man hurts the Lady Wolf of Winterfell.

You were the first one that came up to me and all you did was hug me and say welcome to the family. For the first time I felt like I was home. You were warm and welcoming and you never let me feel left out.

You'd better not die on me Visenya Stark. I will leave a path of death and destruction in my wake to find you and bring you home if I must.

What he said…I'll be right beside him wreaking death and destruction on anyone who would dare stand between us and you.

With all our Love,

Robb and Theon

She loved her two noble and overprotective idiots. She had shown the letter to her Uncle Ned, Sansa, and Jory so they could all get a good laugh over the two as well. None of them were shocked by the language or the threats. When Ned had shown Robert the letter then man had nearly busted his gut from laughing so hard. The group had spent time reminiscing about the numerous occasions where the two boys had beaten the stuffing out of some boy or man who had dared to insult her or lay a hand on her. One man had never returned to Winterfell after Robb and Theon beat him bloody for daring to pin Visenya to a wall and grab at her breasts when she was only ten and three name days. When they reached the Tower of the Hand the girls quickly set about organizing their things, refusing to make servants do it for them when they could do for themselves. Sansa finished much faster as Visenya still had to move more carefully than normal and Sansa ended up helping her sister.

"Visenya?"

"Yes, sweet one?"

"I don't want to marry Joffrey anymore…he's cruel and it scares me."

"Oh sweet one. Come here. Listen to me. You need to tell father of your fears so he can talk to the King. They're friends and if father tells the King that his daughter is afraid of his son because of what he did to her sister I'm sure the King will reconsider the match."

"You really think so?"

"I do think so. Now, shall we get ready for dinner?"

Sansa became a little red whirlwind as she tried to find the perfect gowns for each of them. The two wolves were laying in a corner of the room just watching, Lady with her head tilted in confusion while Ghost just had his head on his paws as if he could not possibly care less. She chose a pretty pale green gown for herself that had a pattern of little silver flowers on it but she wanted something lightweight for her sister that wouldn't cling too much with her healing injury.

"What about this one?"

Sansa held up a gown that had a dark blue under layer with lace around the neckline and then a top layer that went from a pale blue at the top to white at the bottom. The top layer went to the waist and then trimmed down into two wide strips, one in front and one in back. It had tight sleeves that came to a point over her fingers but had a length of sheer fabric that flowed from her elbows to the floor. At the shoulders were a pair of small puffs with little pearls hanging from them like water droplets. The fabric was all silk and lace which made it very light and Visenya fell in love with the gown on sight.

"It's beautiful Sansa. Where did it come from?"

"Father said the Queen had a few southern styled gowns made for each of us to help us fit in better."

"That was kind of her. She doesn't seem as cruel as people rumor her to be."

"Maybe she just likes us better?"

"Maybe sweet one."

"I think we'll leave your hair mostly down, show off your pretty curls and just gather it a bit in the back with a ribbon while letting a little bit frame your face. Oh! You look so pretty Visenya."

"As do you sweet one."

As soon as they were both dressed and done with each other's hair they went to the common area to meet Ned and Jory. Jory felt as though his heart had stopped for a moment at the sight of Visenya in such a fine gown, looking every inch a noble woman.

"By the Gods…"

Ned beamed at his grown-up little girls. He pulled two small boxes from behind his back and held one to each girl. Inside Sansa's box was a necklace, a little silver locket that had two tiny paintings inside. One was her parents and the other was her siblings.

"Father?"

"Your mother and I had it made for you so no matter where you go your family will always be with you."

Sansa threw her arms around her father and thanked him repeatedly, then turned to her sister expectantly. They all chuckled at her and Visenya opened her box to reveal a small headdress that was made of two long strings of pearls held together on delicate wires. Ned carefully placed it on her head and wound the ends into her curls.

"This was Lyanna's favorite…she would have wanted you to have it. Gods you look so much like her, especially in blue."

"Thank you…I will treasure it always."

Ned gave his arm to Sansa while Jory did the same with Visenya and they all headed to the feasting hall of the Red Keep. Visenya grew tired of Jory staring off silently into space and poked him in the side, startling him.

"My Lady?"

"What is the matter with you? You've not said a word since Sansa and I came out of our room…"

"Apologies, my Lady…I'm afraid you quite stole my breath away with your beauty."

Visenya was now the one left speechless and her cheeks flushed red at his compliment. Ned chuckled softly from in front of them and couldn't help but think that Jory had delivered that line rather smoothly. Sansa had giggled as she looked back and saw her sister's flushed cheeks and could not resist teasing her a bit.

"And here I thought my sister had said she would never allow a man to turn her head with pretty words…"

"I'm not…he's not…Sansa!"

Sansa just giggled merrily as Visenya flushed even further, only to pale drastically when she saw how many people were in that hall. Jory felt her tense up as all eyes turned to their group's arrival and laid a hand over hers to steady her. She hated large crowds, always had, and this was the largest she'd seen yet. Ned and Sansa entered first and everyone began whispering about the girl's fiery hair, and then Jory brought Visenya in and the whispers changed. She could hear comments about her being Lyanna reborn, comments on how she should be on the arm of a high lord not a lowly knight, and then there were the comments about her previous status as a bastard. She held her head high and refused to look frightened or intimidated by these people. She was of the north, she was a wolf, and she was stronger than any of them. When they approached the royal table the men bowed while the two ladies gave a low curtsy.

"Your Grace."

"Ned…ladies. You two look lovely."

"Thank you your grace."

The two girls chorused in unison as the King complimented them and then turned to the Queen when she spoke, the entire group ignoring Joffrey sulking next to his grandfather who kept eyeing the boy as if daring him to try and act up in his presence.

"Little Dove…Southern fashion suits you well and green is an excellent color with your fiery hair."

"Thank you, your grace."

"And you, little wolf. Blue is most definitely your color. It contrasts nicely with your dark curls. That head piece…it looks familiar."

"My father said it was my Aunt Lyanna's."

"Ah yes…she wore it to the tourney that one time, I remember admiring the way it looked against her dark hair. It suits you just as well as it did her."

"Thank you, your Grace. You are very kind."

"You look so pretty Lady Visenya."

"Thank you Princess, you look very lovely yourself."

Princess Myrcella was wearing a dark orange gown with gold accents and Tommen was nearly a match with the same colors in his outfit.

"Might I say young Prince that you cut a handsome little figure tonight?"

"Thank you, My Lady. You look like the stories about Snow Angels."

"Do I now? Well thank you very much my Prince. You flatter me."

Cersei smiled as Visenya complimented her two youngest and had to bite back a little laugh when Tommen called the girl a Snow Angel. She remembered Jaime telling them that story once several years past, apparently it had stuck with her little boy. They all soon took their seats as the feast began and after it was over Robert stood and called for silence.

"I am happy to announce the appointment of my new Hand, Lord Eddard Stark of Winterfell. In his honor I am having a tourney for all the knights of the realm to compete in."

Many cheers went up at that but a few people did not look overly pleased…namely the King's Small Council members. Most of the men had pinched looks on their faces at the thought of how much money this tourney would cost the crown. Ned had already had this discussion with the Small Council and the King but Robert insisted on having the tourney. Visenya and Sansa were both looking forward to it but for different reasons. Sansa was looking forward to seeing all the fancy noble knights, but Visenya was looking forward to seeing great warriors from all the seven kingdoms coming together in one place. When they returned to the tower there was a message from home waiting for them.

"Girls…Bran is awake now."

"Really? How is he? Is he going to be ok now?"

"Sansa…sweet child…Bran will never walk again. He will live, but he will not walk."

Visenya held onto Sansa as the girl started crying, feeling her own heart constrict at the thought of her sweet little brother never getting to run again, never growing up to be the great knight he'd dreamed of being.

"Poor Bran…"

"Aye, apparently he remembers nothing about whatever happened to him."

"Maybe that is a blessing…"

Ned was later approached by Lord Baelish while he was walking with Visenya and told him, in a very roundabout way, that Catelyn was in King's Landing. When they followed him Ned realized it was one of the man's brothels and became enraged, slamming the man against the wall by his throat. Visenya just watched the man choke until Lady Cat stuck her head out of a window and Ned let Baelish go. As she went to pass Baelish she heard his comment about her family line.

"Starks…quick tempers, slow brains."

"What about you then? Bringing Lady Stark to a brothel and then letting her husband see that? Not your smartest move…Lord Baelish…especially when his daughter is with him."

"I remember Lady Lyanna…you could be…"

"Her twin? Yes, I've been told that…quite a few times now. If you'll excuse me."

She swept past the man known as Littlefinger and found Ned and Lady Cat embracing still. She walked over and Lady Cat swept her into a hug.

"It is good to see you Visenya. How are you feeling?"

"Much better, Lady Cat. The Maester says I should be fully healed by the next moon, I can start training again tomorrow though."

"You seem very happy about that."

"Very much so. I miss having my sword in hand…and beating up my brothers of course."

"They miss you too my dear. Theon especially. Robb beat him good last I was there…he'd been lamenting at not having won you over into his bed before you were legitimized."

Visenya rolled her eyes and laughed softly at that. Ned scowled until the two ladies looked at him with raised eyebrows. Visenya may not have been Cat's daughter by blood but she had certainly picked up some of her mannerisms. Baelish came in behind Visenya after having composed himself and was a bit put out that he was being ignored.

"Not that I am unhappy to see you Cat but…why are you here?"

Catelyn explained what had happened with the assassin and Bran and the dagger. Visenya fell into a thoughtful look while Ned paced around the room.

"Lady Cat? May I see the dagger?"

"Of course dear."

Visenya looked it over and scowled deeply. She asked her why she thought it was Lord Tyrion's dagger and Lady Cat told her that Baelish had said that Tyrion won it from him on a bet.

"That may or may not be true but one thing IS true…Lord Tyrion did not have this dagger with him when he came to Winterfell."

"You are certain of this?"

"I am. I spent a great deal of time talking to him and Theon had been in his room. Had Theon seen a Valyrian steel dagger there he'd have never shut up about it…and he never had such a dagger on his person either. He told me once he doesn't like to have weapons on him, that's what guards are for, he prefers to use his mind. I don't think the Lannister's are behind this…someone else wanted my little brother dead…I don't know who or why…but I will find out."

"And then what? What can a little girl do, Lady Visenya?"

Baelish walked up behind Visenya only to freeze when he felt something tap against his manhood. He glanced down to find her tapping her own dagger against his crotch and stepped back with his hands raised.

"Perhaps I got a bit too close."

"There are very few people I will allow to come up behind me like that…you are most certainly not one of them. When I find out who was behind this…I will kill him."

"How will you do that My Lady? Murder is grounds for being beheaded."

"True, but when I find out who it is and I have my evidence…well then…it will be justice, not murder."

Ned and Cat watched the word play between the two, both confused and concerned at what they were missing here. Ned could tell that Visenya did not like Baelish and resolved to talk to her alone later in their tower. Cat was concerned at the veiled hostility in the girl's voice.

"Visenya? Petyr is a dear friend of mine, he's like my little brother. We can trust him."

"No, Lady Cat. We cannot. We can trust no one but our own. We trust our family, we trust our men in Winterfell…but we do not trust outsiders."

Visenya spun on her heel, sheathing her dagger before leaving the building, Ned remained to talk a bit longer with Cat before seeing her out of King's Landing. As she headed back to the keep she literally ran into the Hound, barely managing to stay on her feet after.

"You should watch where you're going in these parts little girl."

"I'm no little girl, Hound. I am a woman grown."

"I can see that…what are you doing in this part of town anyway?"

"Lord Baelish wanted to speak to my father and I happened to be with him at the time."

"Yet…you are out here alone and he's nowhere in sight."

"I can take care of myself."

"Except against a little cunt like Joffrey?"

"I was only armed with a stick while he had a sword…"

"Aye…you don't have a sword now either girl."

"No, but a sword isn't the only way a lady can protect herself."

Visenya moved to pass the Hound and he reached out to grab her arm only to have her twirl away from his grasp. As she spun away he caught the flash of metal near her thigh and realized there was a slit in that part of her gown so if needed she could reach a dagger strapped to her thigh. The deep bark of laughter from him made her pause and tilt her head slightly.

"You've got a spine girl, I'll give you that much. Don't let any of these prissy cunts weaken it."

"I don't intend to Hound. I am not the type to be won over by pretty words or a pretty face. The prettiest faces can hide the ugliest souls, yet the kindest souls can often be found inside those who others would deem ugly."

She walked off, her hips swaying as she moved, leaving a stunned and confused Hound staring after her. Her words were stuck on a loop in his head for hours and it aggravated him. He was not a good man and yet she spoke to him as if he were. It annoyed him, it irritated him, and at the same time it made him want to hear her say it again. Eventually Visenya made it back to the tower, never realizing the Hound trailed her the entire way and glared at any man who attempted to approach her, and sat by one of the windows, flipping her dagger idly and letting her mind drift as she tried to figure everything out. Jory came over and sat beside her, placing one hand on her knee with concern on his face.

"What troubles you My Lady?"

"Bran is awake Jory…but…he'll never walk again. He'll never run, or play, or climb…ever again…"

He pulled her against his chest as she began to cry softly, just as she had done to Sansa earlier when she cried. Visenya always made sure to be strong for her little sisters, but Jory was one of the three men she would allow to be her strength when she needed it. He just held her close and let her get the emotion out. Ned came in and gave Jory a sad sort-of half smile and went to check on Sansa, knowing his eldest daughter was in good hands.

"Look at me, My Lady. Bran is a strong boy. He will not let this beat him down for long. He will find a way to whatever he wants to do."

"He dreamed of becoming a great knight…now that dream has been torn from him."

"He will find a new dream. Not everyone can follow the dreams of childhood after all."

"I just…I feel so helpless…I hate it…I hate this feeling. I hate being stuck here in this place instead of being by my brother's side."

"You are here because your sister needs you. She needs your support and guidance in this strange place so far from the only home she's ever known."

"Thank you Jory. I can always count on you."

"Always, My Lady. I will always be here for you when you need me."

Visenya smiled softly up at him and he leaned in to give her a kiss, the barest brush of his lips against hers but it had her face flushing red all the same. He voice was a breathy little whisper but his finger on her lips silenced her as he spoke softly before kissing her forehead and leaving the room.

"Jory…"

"Hush, My Lady. I know I can never be with you. I would never forgive myself if I hadn't given you at least one little kiss, just so IO would know and not spend my life wondering what your pretty lips would taste like. I love you Visenya, I always will, and I will always protect you with everything I have in me until the day I die."

She watched him leave with wide eyes as her fingertips touched her lips and wondered just when she had started to actually develop feelings for him. Ned sighed softly from the shadows of the staircase and wished, for the first time, that he hadn't agreed to legitimize her. If she was still seen as a bastard she could marry Jory and no one would care…but she was a Lady of House Stark now and she had to marry according to her station. He would let her have this for now, Jory knew it couldn't last so he would not lead her on…he hoped.

A\N: So that's the end of this chapter. Hope you all enjoyed it. As you can see I am not keeping strictly to the plot of the show. I will be changing many things and adding new scenes so if things diverge from the show please do not yell at me and say, "That's not how it happened" because I'm well aware. This is MY version not GRRM's version. This will NOT be a happy rainbows and butterflies story. This is Game of Thrones, bad things happen to good people and bad people are shit-heads. Bad things will happen, and good things will happen. There will be romance, laughter, drama, tears, pain, death, loss…everything. Just a fair warning. I'm not entirely certain where I'm going with this yet but I have a general idea in mind.

I'm also thinking of writing a second GoT story where the main character would be a 4th Lannister sibling, possibly Tyrion's twin (born first and normal) or possibly a younger half-sibling. Could be male or female with any number of pairings. I'm not sure yet what I want to do exactly, or if anyone might be interested in such a story. Let me know what you guys think. Thank You.