Chapter Two
A Twitchy Little Thing

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Ned Stark
Winterfell
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'Promise me Ned'

The woman of six and ten, the once vision of loveliness was now lying on a pool of blood that bathed the stone ground with red. Dozens of blue rose petals swayed and danced with the wind, some had fallen on her dark hair and on the fair skin that grew paler by the second. His strong-willed sister who loved the blue roses, the girl who was crowned as The Queen of Love and Beauty, the girl who had the grace yet strength of a she-wolf was dying.

Ned knew he was dreaming- a nightmare. But it was more of a memory because he would never imagine Lyanna being bathed in gore while the sounds of dying men's screams surrounded them. His feet moved on their own accord, crossing the room was like walking through fire barefooted. He gently cradled her head and swept the hair that covered her face. She slowly opened her eyes and gave him a tired smile that can be a challenge for her state. No doubt she felt shame for looking so weak even if he was her brother.

"Lyanna-" he started but she placed a cold hand on his cheek to silence him.

Her words were muted as her lips moved but her last words to him echoed in his mind. 'Promise me' she pleaded, her waning voice sounded like a lamb's soft bleat compared to the strength and confidence she had. It was a tall feat but he swore that he will keep his word to his beloved sister. At the back of his mind, he knew that she had passed as her grip on his hand had slackened. Somewhere in his treacherous being, he knew she will never make it even if the best maesters were present; she had lost too much blood.

The sound of a scream and a stream of fire erupted on her body, making him drop Lyanna's body in surprise. The blue flames licked her dress but didn't devour her; instead, it looked as if it was embracing her. Before he could react, a pair of large, rough hands grabbed him from behind and the cool blade of a sword kissed the skin of his neck-

He opened his eyes.

His heart was hammering against his chest and his face was drenched in cold sweat. The fire on the hearth was reduced to charred embers and the faint sliver of sunlight provided little warmth. Ned slowly sat up and peeled the blankets and fur that was stuck on his chest. He glanced at Cat, looking if he had woken her but she was still in deep sleep. Her red Tully hair fanned out on the pillow and her face was peaceful.

It was yet another day in Winterfell. He was planning to take Bran in a hunting trip with Robb as well. The young Stark will need to learn survival skills and how to handle a weapon as he did when he was taken up as Jon Arryn's high-born ward alongside Robert Baratheon.

Robert...

It had been a while since he last thought of his friend. The Usurper of the Throne was no doubt living in a pace that suited him; wine, power and women. Ned had hoped that Robert had broken the habit but the vices had doubled after he married Cersei Lannister.

Ned never trusted the Lannisters. While their house was represented by a lion, a snake is more suited for them. It was easy to see they were vying for power and Tywin Lannister moved swiftly as his son Jamie had killed the Mad King just after taking his oath and Cersei... her beauty no doubt hides a more sinister character. He wanted to make sure that Robert was safe... from what, he didn't exactly know but his instincts told him that the Lannisters were not to be trusted. Every. Single. One.

He had broken the fast with his children and Cat with same day-to-day basis, their direwolves were placed in the stables among the horses since Cat didn't want them roaming around the keep. Robb had asked for more sword training while Sansa and Arya fight. His two daughters gave him more headaches than the adventurous Bran and sheltered Rickon. Sansa was meant to be a lady; soft-spoken and perfected all the womanly arts. No doubt she also took up the Tully appearance from Catelyn; her red hair and facial features will surely be noticed once she got into the marriageable age.

Arya however, was the total opposite. Right from the start she had voiced out that she will never be a lady and marrying some lord was the same as execution for her. The rambunctious girl reminded Ned of Lyanna a bit too much. She rides the horse like a man, pleading her brothers to let her join in their trainings and she's not afraid to speak her mind. A true she-wolf. No doubt any lord who will look at her would quiver at the sight of the dirty clothes and frazzled hair.

A shadow had moved along the hall and they looked up to see Jon with his eyes paved to the floor. He felt Cat bristle at the sight of the boy. Her anger no doubt manifested itself with dagger-like glares and cold silence. He empathized with the dark haired lad that bore every likeness of a Stark so it was no question that he was related to the lordly family. But it led to a scandal that had brought dishonour into their house. If he was a lowly man, this would have shamed his entire family.

But as the lord of the North, his word is law and once he ordered to stop all the questions and ill-concealed talks; the whispers have died. Yet it didn't deter Cat's continuous anger towards the bastard. She made him swore to never legitimize Jon as she groomed Robb to be the successor and she didn't want anything to do with the boy.

He wasn't blind to not see the way people had treated Jon but the boy needed to fight his own battles no matter how difficult it might be.

"What is it Jon?" Robb asked.

Aside from Arya and Bran; Robb had treated Jon as if he was his own brother. Not a snare that needed to be cut or a competition but as an equal. He couldn't be more proud of his eldest, he has honour and no doubt he will be a fine king of the North.

-.-
Jon Snow
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It was a bad idea to agree with Maester Luwin's wishes, for it was too early in the day to receive Lady Stark's icy glances but he had to do what was asked of him so he tightened the grip on the tightly furled scroll before he ultimately slackened his hand; afraid that the wax seal might break. So he walked towards Ned and bowed his head,

"My apologies for interrupting you during your meal my lord, but a raven was sent here from House Tallhart" He produced the scroll towards Ned.

"Why is that scroll in his possession?" Lady Stark sneered. She had never addressed him directly, preferring to speak to a stone wall rather than him.

He held his tongue and just waited as Lord Stark read through the letter, all the while scratching his chin in a thoughtful manner. The man finally sighed and passed it to his wife who also skimmed the writing in a furious pace.

"So the Tallharts want to offer their ward as the girls' handmaiden?" Lady Stark wondered aloud, producing mixed reactions from her daughters.

Sansa's eyes brightened and clasped her hands together; no doubt she was delighted that she will have her proper handmaiden like a real lady. But Arya scowled, she didn't like the idea of someone looking after her like a needy girl. She's too independent for that.

"I suppose we can make accommodations for the girl" Lord Stark rumbled, preferring to leave this matter to Catelyn. The lady opened her mouth to answer when she realized that Jon was still in the room with them. His eyes met with her steely gaze and he felt himself shrink before her. Ned turned to him and nodded at him; a kind gesture for him to escape the lady of the North's anger.

"Hah!"

Jon sidestepped Robb's attack and retaliated with a jab to his shoulder but Robb's blade met with his and they retreated a couple of steps back, sizing each other. In a way, they fight like the wolves in the wild; circling their prey and look for the best way to bring it down.

They both raised their swords and prepared to attack when Theon's voice carried to the training ground. Both he and Robb lowered their weapons and wathed as the highborn ward strutted towards them with a stride that Jon had dismissed as prideful.

He didn't like the Greyjoy. His sneers had rivaled Lady Catelyn's and never once had he failed to point out Jon's disgraceful origin unless Lord Stark's present. Behind Theon was Bran who was struggling to keep up as the furs around his body had slowed him down.

"Lord Stark wants you to accompany him on a hunting trip alongside Bran" he told Robb. The Stark acknowledged his words and Jon moved to follow him when Theon stepped between them with a smug expression Jon wanted more than to punch off of his face, "I believe Lord Stark's asking for his son."

Robb moved reprimand him but Jon just shook his head and took a step back as he watch the three move to the stables to fetch their horses. He looked around to get a glimpse of his silent companion but Ghost might be wandering around wolfswood by this time of day. The heavy footfalls alerted him and he saw the lord... his father walk towards him.

Jon dipped his head low to show respect before he looked up and saw the man studying him under his blue gaze... Ned said nothing, looking at him a few more moments before he made his way to the stables. Strange for him to act this way but Jon knew that he will never get an answer to every question he had asked.

Who is his real mother?

Is she alive or dead?

Before he regained his senses, the horses galloped out of Winterfell and into the dense forest. It may not be snowing but the temperatures had dropped tremendously. He could feel the tiny needles that pricked his exposed skin. Jon brushed a stubborn dark curl that blocked his right eye; it was time for another hair trimming but he wasn't too favourable with that. He wasn't one to be too concern with outer appearance. Even if he was dressed in the finest silk and covered in jewelry; he was still a bastard.

He didn't know how long he was standing in the middle of the training ground before he turned to a training dummy and drove the tip of his sword to the chest and didn't stop driving the blade into the dummy until it reached the hilt.

"You've really killed it" a voice piped up behind him.

Arya was standing by the fence with Nymeria sniffing on the ground. In her hand was a wooden bow and a quiver that hung on her shoulder. The little Stark jumped over the wooden obstruction, an easy feat since she can now wear trousers- it seems the continuous argument with the choice of clothing had worn both Lady Stark and Septa Mordane down. He had never met anyone more stubborn than Arya.

"Shouldn't you be practising your needle work with the other ladies?" Jon teased as he retracted the blade from the dummy and ducked quickly when the irate girl tried to take a swipe at him.

"I'm not a lady" she proudly announced, "I will only be interested in needles if I get to drive it into another person."

Jon chuckled at her blassé attitude towards violence but it was apparent to everyone that the girl wasn't enamored by the thought of growing up to be like her mother... far from it actually.

Arya started to pick an arrow to attached it on the string when they heard the voices of the men who guarded the gates of Winterfell.

"What's happening?" Jon called to one of the men who was running towards the castle. The man skidded to a halt before he replied,

"The lady of House Tallhart has arrived."

-.-
Fia
Kingsroad En route to Winterfell
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"Stop fidgeting child!"

Kendra's sharp voice made the girl jump slightly at the tone but she couldn't control the twitching of her hands. It was a hard habit to break even if she was already an adolescent. It was a telling sign that she was nervous and the events that took place recently had made her quiver like a leaf on a windy day.

The moment she had arrived in Torrhen's Square, her aunt made it more than obvious that she had little to no care for her estranged niece. The large stone walls that protected the seat of her aunt's house made her feel trapped, suffocated despite the expansive land that was double the size of Hailstrom. The banners of the Tallhart's heraldry; a green sentinel tree with a white background fluttered in the breeze as she curtsied to the lord who had graciously welcomed her to the Great Hall. While Lord Helman was inviting and polite, her Aunt Kendra seems to be less than welcoming. It was to be expected in Fia's opinion.

Her mother was supposed to be the Tallhart lord's first choice as a bride but as the Baltimoore's reputation grew, they shipped Jayne to Hailstrom and Kendra was married off to the Tallharts to ensure the alliance between the Slates and Tallharts. It turns out that Kendra wanted to be Alfrid's bride but Jayne was favoured more than the less pretty sister.

It was all about alliances and benefits. One shouldn't be blinded with emotions and morals; a harsh truth which she had learned when Quiltin had an argument with their father in front of her and Jayne. But if they weren't control by morals, what would give them the power to enforce discipline to those who served them?

"Sit up straight and by the gods you will not embarrass me in front of the Starks!" her aunt hissed. Fia swallowed the thick lump that had formed in her throat and stiffly sat against the seat, careful not to reach the pair blue eyes that were cold in contrast to her mother's. It wasn't hard to see that the lady had pampered herself to look presentable for the Warden of the North.

Kendra's luxurious gray fur coat covered her frame, her dark hair was pinned into elaborate braids that women usually wear their hair in festivities and her eyes were lined with kohl. Her thin lips and high cheekbones were painted with expensive rouge. Anyone might mistake her to be the Lady of the North with the lavish attire.

Fia turned her attention to the scenery outside. The thick woods and towering trees was a welcoming sight; it felt as if she was coming home. The girl tugged the coat up to her chin as a rather chilly air swept past her face. She glanced through the passing trees and for a second, she thought she saw something white and large sprint through the woods alongside the carriage. There was a shudder that jolted through her spine; there were tales about the animals that inhabited the forest of Winterfell. There was a reason why the Stark's sigil was the head of a direwolf after all...

The carriage then stopped, almost throwing Fia off her seat before she had managed to grab a hold on the window. "Wha-what happened?" she breathed out.

A couple of soldier with Stark colours appeared with their hands placed on the hilt of their swords. Kendra raised a brow at Fia before she poked her head out of the window and graced them with a smile.

"Please tell Lord Stark that Lady Tallhart is here along with her ward" she said.

The soldiers looked at each other before they signalled the cart driver to proceed. As the carriage began to move once again, Fia couldn't help but stick her head out and the large castle greeted her. There were several smallfolk who had tried to take a peek who was inside the carriage. Her eyes drank in the sights of the market and a tall man wearing a chain mail with the Stark sigil branded proudly across his chest; no doubt he's the Master-at-Arms.

"For goodness sake show some grace Fianne!" Kendra reprimanded, "What will Lady Stark say if she found out her daughter's handmaiden is hanging out of the window like some wildling?"

Fia supressed the urge to roll her eyes and gawked when she saw a girl younger than her wearing a pair of trousers and a large wolf look at them with suspicion. Fia could've mistaken her for a boy but she was wearing her hair in a loose braid and her face retained some girlish features.

The man with thick dark curls beside the girl paid them no mind, his attention was more focused on the strung up burlap sack. Finally she leaned back and she played with her fingers to sooth her twitching.

-.-
Sansa
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The young female Stark could hardly contain her glee as she finished her stitching. Septa Mordane once again praised her work, saying that her needlework was exceptional as she captured the shades of the flower and making it very realistic. But she can't help but notice Arya's empty chair once again; no doubt her little sister's out gallivanting around with that... man.

It wasn't as if she had a personal vendetta against Jon Snow but she was certain that she will never see him as a brother even if he was their father's natural-born son. Something soft rubbed against her lap and she didn't need to look because Lady had always asked to be petted. The wolf leaned against her hand as she stroke Lady's soft pelt. It was rather lonely here since her best friend, Jeyne Poole wasn't able to visit Winterfell for sometime now and the company of another lady was something she needed.

To be a real lady was her dream. The songs about women as beautiful as the stars on the clear night sky, pursued and courted by valiant and handsome knights was something she looked forward to since she was a child. Everyone around her had deemed that she will no doubt be a sought after woman once she's in a marriageable age. Now if only her father would give her a handsome lord or a chivalrous knight... like Ser Loras Tyrell from Highgarden.

Without a moment too soon, Septa Mordane called for her to enter the Great Hall to meet Lady Tallhart and her handmaiden. Sansa couldn't remember the last time she moved so swiftly to meet someone.

She entered the hall to see her mother with Rickon hanging on her hip. Arya had just arrived with dirtied trousers and a smudge of mud on her face; no doubt she will get a severe tongue-lashing from both her and her mother later. One must always look their best when receiving a noble.

A graceful woman with an elegant face curtsied before them, "My ladies". Her mother bowed her head and Sansa followed the suit automatically, leaving both Arya and Rickon looking at them like they did something strange.

She sidestepped to her right to reveal a girl in a same age as her and took a step forward. She curtsied lowly, letting her dark hair fan around her fur-covered shoulders and spoke faintly, "An honour to meet the Ladies of the North."

Her mother began to look at the girl, assessing whether or not the girl's qualified to be their handmaiden. "What is your name?" she asked

"I'm... Fianne Holt, my lady" she replied "Fia for short".

Her mother's eyes narrowed for a moment before she turned to Lady Tallhart and clasped her hands in front of her, no doubt her mother's in an interrogating mood.

"A Holt? I had no knowledge that you had taken a highborn as your ward Lady Kendra."

Lady Tallhart's smile didn't waver as she tilted her head towards Fia; "I took her in as a favour my lady. And since I have nothing more to teach her and I already have a handmaiden of my own, I think she'll be of better use here in Winterfell."

Sansa felt that it was a reasonable move but her mother had always been protective of their family. True to the Tully's words, she would not only die for her family but kill as well so it should come to no surprise when Catelyn turned to Lady Tallhart,

"With all due respect Lady Tallhart, I find it quite odd for you to send a ward here in Winterfell... and to the service of my daughter no less. I suppose you have come here for a favour in return."

'She does have a point' Sansa thought, everything comes with a price after all but she didn't want to turn away the girl as well. This was her chance to prove to everyone that she was ready to be a full-fledged lady and having a handmaiden for her own makes it one step closer.

"Mother-" she started but Lady Tallhart offered a gracious smile, her hands clasped in front of her as well. "I understand your concerns my lady but rest assured that we have no favours to ask except to take care of Fia."

The auburn haired girl could tell her mother was still suspicious but held her tongue. Any ill-spoken word might diffuse the fealty of a lordly house such as the Tallharts so her mother was treading lightly but then again, they must answer to the Starks as well.

"Very well" Catelyn sighed "I welcome Fianne Holt as Sansa and Arya's new handmaiden-"

"What?!" Arya and Sansa's voice intertwined in a tone of surprise.

"I don't want a handmaiden!"

"She was to be MY handmaiden!"

"Girls!" a sharp tone in their mother's tone had meant that her decision was final and they both held their tongue. Even the handmaiden was shook by their mother's harsh reprimand even if it wasn't directed at her. It was strange; Fia looked capable enough and strong-willed but she winced easily. But their mother's anger can't be easily dismissed as well.

Her face softened as she turned to Fia, "I have arranged a room for you. Your belongings had already been moved there so Septa Mordane," the woman entered the hall as soon as she heard her name being called "Will show you to your sleeping chamber and she will teach you the schedule the girls have."

"Yes my lady" Fia answered and curtsied before she exited the hall. Sansa had noticed that she didn't say a single word to Lady Tallhart nor a glance of farewell.

-.-
Fia
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People are staring but she wasn't really bothered by that. She was a stranger to them and they had seen her exit a carriage that belonged to a noble house. The chatters of people were like buzzing to her ears but she enjoyed looking around the square and smiled when she saw several children playing. She spotted the same man who was with Lady Arya earlier. For a moment, she thought he looked at her but he just walked pass them without a single word and his head was hung down.

Finally, they entered the castle and the septa began to discuss her duties as the ladies' handmaiden. But Fia soon found that her attention to the woman's words was muted as she began to study the place diligently like a craftsman.

"-and I expect you to attend the lessons along with Lady Sansa and Lady Arya. You have learned your letters I presume?"

"I have been taught yes" Fia replied as she walked behind the older woman. She tried hard not to gawk foolishly at the castle but it was impossible not to be at awe with the size of the place. Her home in Hailstrom was large enough to house her family and those who were in service of her father but Winterfell castle was at the least twice the size. Finally, the septa had stopped by the corridors that was nearest to the staircase.

"This will be your sleeping chambers. I had laid out your clothes on the bed and after that; you may meet with the girls in the courtyard."

Fia thanked the woman before she entered the room and spotted the gray dress with fur linings on the neck and sleeves. The room was simple and the only source of light was the single window and the candlesticks that were partly melted but she had never felt so comfortable in a new place.

She hummed a little under her breath before she started to take off her clothes.

Despite its vastness, it wasn't hard to locate the places in the castle. The kitchens were easy to find if you use your nose, the stairs that leads to the rooms of the Starks was right next to her own and the Great Hall was near the Counting House. She was about to walk through the threshold when Septa Mordane had caught up with her and placed a large cloth bag with an earthen clay plate inside to her hands.

"Bring these lemon cakes to the girls, it's their favourite" she said.

Lemon cakes? That was quite a luxury in Hailstrom; in fact, the only sweets she can have in a daily basis were sweetened hot milk. The slim resources can't possibly be used to such a mundane thing as sweets but she wished she can give a piece to Quiltin and Rotcher if she can visit Hailstrom.

This time her presence wasn't that alarming to most; they have all gone back to their work and she spotted several soldiers nod at her way and she nodded back. News seems to spread rather quickly in Winterfell.

'Where is the courtyard again?' she asked to herself when she had taken a (mostly likely) wrong turn and ended up at the training grounds were burlap sacks and target plates were neatly lined in a row.

"Darn it" she groaned before she tried to remember where to go. There wasn't anyone here and her only company were the dulled swords and rusty arrows. Fia ran a hand through her bangs and began to walk back when she saw something move from the corner of her eye.

A pair of red orbs were transfixed to her.

It felt as if the air was taken from her chest and she opened her mouth to scream but no sound came. Fearing for her safety, she slowly backed away from the ghoulishly red orbs but she had stepped on the hem of her long dress and tripped.

She had managed to catch the plate and held it against her chest as though it will save her life when the red orbs moved closer and stepped into the light.

The red orbs were apparently a pair of eyes.

A pair of eyes belonged to a beastly creature that had pure white fur and a massive head with a pair of jaws that can easily crush her bones. A direwolf. She's but a heads breath away from a real direwolf. The creature continued to walk towards her without a sound, not even when it stepped on the grass and dried leaves that littered the area. Its eyes moved to the lemon cakes and it poked its nose out to sniff the air.

A pair of hands suddenly grabbed her from behind and pulled her up made her voice work. A strangled yelp leapt from her throat and she turned around and brandished the lemon cakes to her assailant's face like a mace.

"Agh!"

She lowered the now tarnished plate of cakes and saw the dark man. He had a mass of dark curls and several facial hairs that grew on the bottom of his chin. His face was scrunched with pain as he nursed his cheek and sent an annoyed look at her direction-

"What in Seven Hells?!"

Fia bit her lip and tried to pull a dangerous glare, "Who are you?"

The man stared at her like she had grown another head and hissed, "I should be the one asking that! What were you doing in the training grounds?"

"I got lost and I'm new here" she answered, almost too ashamed to admit it "Winterfell is so... huge"

The man raised a brow before he turned to the wolf and whistled at it. The wolf trotted obediently to him and sat beside the man while it continued staring at her with those flaming red eyes.

"Is that direwolf yours?" she asked in bewilderment.

He stroked the wolf's fur with his gloved hand, "Yes, his name is Ghost. He didn't mean any harm; he must've smelled the food in your bag." He had a deep voice, almost reaching to full manhood no doubt. His words then dawned into Fia as she immediately opened the bag to find the slices of lemon cakes crumbled and mushed against the broken plate. "Oh no!" she groaned as she sorted out the cakes. Only one proper slice was left and the rest was ruined. So much for her first day as a handmaiden.

"Lady Sansa won't be pleased with this" she mused as she tied the bag. The man frowned as he moved closer to her, "Did you say Lady Sansa?"

She nodded and ran a hand through her hair, "I'm Lady Sansa and Lady Arya's new handmaiden- or at least I was."

The man rubbed the back of his neck and said "My apologies, I should've tied Ghost in the stables. If it would lighten your burden, just tell them that I accidentally bumped against you and the cakes fell. And I doubt Sansa and Arya will dismiss anyone just because of some ruined sweets."

Fia stared at him; why was he willing to take the blame? And he seemed to be very familiar with the two ladies. Could it be-?

"I'm sorry" she started "but are you by any chance... Robb Stark?"

It would be reasonable; he had the face of a Stark and a direwolf by his side. But the man shook his head as he crossed his arms against his chest, "No. Robb is out hunting with Lord Stark and Bran."

"Then... who are you?"

"... Jon Snow" he answered quietly.

She knew she had to hold her tongue but the words just flew out of her mouth, "Jon Snow... Lord Stark's bastard? And you're allowed to be here?"

Jon Snow's mouth pursed and he lowered his gaze to the ground. Her hand flew to cover her mouth; even if it was true sue knew she shouldn't have said that. 'Idiot!' she berated herself 'You could've just nodded and walked away!'

"I'm so sorry I didn't mean-"

"Yes you did" he said in a monotonous voice before he placed his arms to his side "But I'm used to it. The girls are in the courtyard, that's right next to the Great Hall."

"Thank you" she breathed out, her eyes shifted to the ground as well, "I didn't mean any offense to you Ser Jon."

"It's just Jon" he replied.

"Alright... I better get going. It's nice to meet you... Jon" she turned to the white direwolf and said "Nice to meet you too Ghost."

Ghost's tail wagged for a moment and she left the two of them on the training grounds before Jon called out, "Don't call her 'Lady Arya' lest you want a sword sticking out of you!"

"Why?" she called back.

"Because she's not a lady!"

A bubble of laughter burst into her chest that made her silently giggle until she reached the courtyard where Lady Sansa and La- Arya were arguing about something.

-.-
Jon
_._

The lad sighed as he raked a hand through his hair. It was true that he was used to that kind of outburst but never had he heard someone apologize for pointing out that fact. So she's Sansa and Arya's new handmaiden? The girl seemed that she can handle herself even if her choice of weapon was a plate of lemon cakes, she was actually brave.

Though she was shaking slightly when she swiped him with the cloth bag. "She's a twitchy thing" he mused loudly, earning him a questioning gaze from Ghost. He turned his heel and walked out of the training grounds with Ghost by his side. It was already after the noon and even at the distance he could see the horses of the Starks (along with that pompous Greyjoy's) galloping towards them with a few dead deer secured behind them. Grey Wind and Summer were sprinting in long strides, easily overtaking the horses and entered Winterfell.

The Lords of the North had returned.

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Next on Winter's Song

'Stop following me!'

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'My dream is to become the Queen of Westeros'

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'I hear the king is planning to visit Winterfell'

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'Robert legitimized a bastard?!'

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