The Second Stark

Season 2 episode 1: Just in Time

William Stark, second born son of Eddard Stark, (15 years old)

"Ow! Watch your elbows!" Lyra yelled from behind him.

"I'm sorry! It's a force of habit! Stop squeezing so tight, my stomach still hurts!" Will yelled back to her, as the river winds breezed through his face.

"Oh you sound like a bloody woman-."

"We're here, will you shut it!" Will yelled pulling up the reins bringing the horse to a stop.

The ride back to the capital from Lyra's cabin had taken them a day. It was early in the morning now, and as the two hid between the trees watching the north gate, they both watched in horror seeing the long trail of people slowly entering the city. Refugees from the war. Will said in his head. He knew that's what they had to be, he remembered before what happened, his father had sent Lord Baric Dondarrion to deal with The Mountain who had been terrorizing the Riverlands with his men. The Riverlands. The thought of their villages and towns being sacked made Will angry beyond measure, they were her mother's people, and now fought with his brother to more than likely try to come save him.

"Wow… so many people, they just tried to live their lives…" Lyra said in awe, Will was able to detect a hidden rage in her voice.

"Yea, I know. This is all our new 'King's' fault. My brother and I are going to put his head on a spike." Will spat with venom in his voice.

Lyra didn't say another word, and simply nodded her head. Will was still trying to figure out Lyra. They were forced to stay at her cabin for two more days while his injuries healed, and she treated him as if they had known each other their whole lives. She fed him, tried to show him to use a bow to very little effect for a few hours. The two swapped stories from childhood, and Will genuinely had a good time got most of those two days. Like they just were, they would occasionally but heads in silly arguments because they both had too much pride. However, Will was becoming fond of the girls company. The one mysterious subject she never talked about however, was her father and mother. He talked plenty of his two parents, however, Lyra would not reveal any more information about hers.

Will was not worried about that now. He was worried about getting Sansa from the capital. He spurred his horse into some thick foliage, and had Lyra dismount first. She effortlessly swung her legs around and leaped off, landing with grace on her feet. Will went to swing his right leg over the horse, when a sharp pain flashed through his ribcage again.

"Ahhhh, fucking hells!" He yelled grabbing at the spot where a crossbow bolt had been lodged just days before.

"Easy! Come on, let me help you." Lyra said, coming to his side of the horse.

"No… no I… I'm fine Lyra." He told her, wincing from the pain even more.

"Oh stop being so bloody stubborn you stupid boy." She said as she gingerly grabbed his arm, and slowly helped him down to his feet.

He took in deep breaths, and took a few steps to help regain his composure. Norvern was right by his side, intent on trying to catch him if he fell. However he managed not to, he went to their saddle and grabbed the sheath of 'Frozen Wind.' He reattached it to his belt, and turned back to Lyra, who was staring at him with her arms crossed.

"What!?" Will asked incredulously.

She sighed and ran a hand through her black hair, as she removed her bow from the saddle, and a quiver of arrows she had carved herself.

"Will, I told you, you're not ready for this. Your body needs at least another week to heal. You won't due your sister much good in this condition." She said reasonably.

It was true, Will's body was not ready to do the things he needed it to do today. The pain in his ribcage still became unbearable at times. As Lyra had told him, another two inches up and he would be dead by now. However, he needed to try and force his body to do what he needed today. He would not get an opportunity like this again, no matter how rational the things Lyra said were, he would be going into King's Landing today one way or another.

"I won't get a better opportunity then this Lyra! It's 'King' Joffrey's nameday. Most of the guard will be at whatever tourney, or melee he will be holding! If I can get in, I will have an easier time finding Sansa." Will reasoned with the fierce girl.

Lyra simply rolled her eyes. "Yea, and where will your sister most likely be!? Next to the King. What do you plan on doing? Walking up and saying 'Oh happy nameday King Joffrey, I'll be taking my sister now.'!?" She asked him.

Will sighed and rolled his eyes right back at her. Why did she always have to see the logic in things? He stood firm however, he was not about to leave Sansa in the hands of the queen and Joffrey any longer then she had to be.

"Look Lyra, I understand what you're saying. However another day, means another day they torture, humiliate, or do gods know what to my sister! With or without you, I'm going into that city!" Will stated firmly raising his voice slightly.

At the mention of her not going into the city, Lyra closed up. She rolled her black hair around her finger, and stared her blue eyes at the ground. Something Will learned that she liked to do when she was nervous.

"I… I'm never going back in there…. I'm sorry Will. I just can't." She told him, her eyes not meeting his.

Will sighed and ran a hand through his dark hair. He looked back at the blue eyed girl. "Lyra, what is it about this city? Why won't you come in? I… I could use you in there, I… I trust you." Will admitted to her.

Her eyes came back up to meet his. "Why? You said to me that night you woke up, you have a hard time giving people your trust since your father died." She asked him.

Will did what he did when he became nervous, he sighed and looked at the ground. However only for a second, soon his Stark grey eyes, met Lyra's. "Well you saved my life for one… and you haven't cut my throat since I woke up." He told her.

She shifted uncomfortably. She went back to rolling her soft black hair around her finger, however this time, she met his eyes, and didn't speak. Will continued on.

"The last two or three days, you've treated me well, fed me, and now you're trying to get me to not go into the capital, when I know you're right, it's probably a suicide mission. Only a true… friend, would still be trying to talk sense into me." He told her, leaning his hands down on his sword.

The silence could be cut with a knife. Lyra kept glancing between the ground and Will. She had no idea what to say, for once in her life. Will could see it, she wanted to say more, but elected not to. It seemed she was having an inner conflict within herself. Will walked over to her slowly, and placed a hand on her shoulder. He looked into her crystal blue eyes with his winter grey ones.

"I… I hate asking you this… I really do, but Lyra, I really want your help in the city. Will you come with me?" he asked her.

Will hated himself for asking. He had known this girl for four days now, and she had already saved his life. Now he was asking her to come with him on a suicide mission, to a city, she very clearly did not want nothing to do with. Will wondered what his father would think of his actions. Would he be scolding him for trying to attempt something so foolish? Would he reprimand him for trying to drag this girl who had done so much for him already, into even more danger? Lyra sighed and placed a hand on Will's arm, which still had a hand on Lyra's shoulder. Will quickly retracted it, feeling a rush of red heat go to his face.

Lyra spoke quietly, and with pain in her. "I… I'm sorry Will… I just… I just can't. I'll wait for you here, but I… I can't set foot in that city ever again…" She said the pain in her voice evident.

Will would be lying if he said he wasn't disappointed. However he should have expected as much. Asking someone to go on a suicide mission with you to a place that terrified them, after only knowing them for four days, wasn't exactly the right thing to do. Will shook the sad look from his face and coughed into his hand. He reached into his back pocket, and pulled out a roll of parchment that he had written a letter on last night. He handed it to Lyra, who grabbed it gingerly.

"If… if I'm not back in a day, I know that you've done so much for me already but… could you bring that letter to my brother, and my mother? They should be in the Riverlands, marching south." He asked her, trying to contain a flood of emotions that were coming to him.

Norvern came from next to the horse and nuzzled up to Will's leg. Will chuckled lightly and bent down to pet his wolf, his best-friend. Lyra just stared at the paper in her hand, with the direwolf sigil imprinted into the wax seal.

She didn't say any words, she just nodded her head, placing the letter carefully into her back pocket. The letter was meant for Robb and his mother's eyes only. It was a letter explaining the exact details of what happened in King's Landing. He told them what happened after he escaped and that he was now going to attempt to rescue Sansa, and Arya if he could find her. It said how sorry he was that he couldn't do more to save father, and that he would see them again… one day. Of course the letter was only going to be delivered if he died. Will had no intention of dying, and if he did, he was going to take as many Lannister's with him as he could.

Norvern after he was done nuzzling Will's leg, went over to Lyra, and did the same to her. Despite her conflicted look, the girl smiled. She pet the wolf behind his ears, and finally looked back to Will.

"Good luck William Stark. I saved your bloody life, try not to go and get yourself killed now. You stupid boy." She told him, a small hint of a smile creeping onto her lips.

He laughed, an actual genuine laugh. He began to walk away, towards the north gate to the capital, when he remembered he forgot one thing. He turned back to Lyra, and shouted back to her.

"If I don't make it back, take care of Norvern for me!" He shouted back to her, the way she got along with Norvern was amazing.

Will saw her smile from a distance away, bright, and radiant like he had gotten used to the last few days. She waved her hand for me to go. "Go get on you! You're sister isn't going to save herself!" She yelled back.

Will smiled to himself, at least if he died, he would die trying to save his sister, and his wolf would be in capable hands. He swung the large black cloak over his shoulders, and started to dash towards the North Gate. He reached the line of refugees, he leaped onto a wagon with some other boys who looked around his age, which was filled with furs, food, and other things the family must have brought from wherever they were coming from. The boys looked at him oddly at first, but Will pulled out two golden coins from his purse and handed one to both of them, and they both just nodded, and took the gold.

After he entered the city a chill went through his body. A sense of dread, After this, I never want to come back here ever again, he thought to himself. This was the place his father had been murdered, and in this city were the people who crippled his younger brother. He wanted to run off with Lyra, and find his mother and brother. He wanted to get as far away from here as possible. However, his family was still in the city. His sister Sansa.

And William Stark never abandoned his family.

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Sansa Stark, first born daughter of Eddard Stark (13 years old)

The blue and purple bruise that had formed at the corner of Sansa's eye finally began to heal. After saving the knight form being killed by Joffrey for showing up drunk to his nameday tournament, she had been struck by Ser Meran when they got back to the red keep. Calling her father, mother, and brothers' traitors, when Tyrion Lannister offered his condolences, had crushed her. However she knew what she had to do to survive. The Hound had told her what she had to do, just do what Joffrey said, and she would maybe live to see her family again.

She had thought of nothing but her family since her father's head rolled from his shoulders. Her mother, Robb, Will, Arya, Bran, little Rickon. He had not seen Arya since they argued the morning before her father was taken into the dungeons. She could be dead, and Sansa had told her she hated her the last time she saw her... she wanted to see her sister now more than she ever had.

And Will… Joffrey told her he was dead in a ditch somewhere. He remembered the day the prince came to Winterfell. He refused to practice with the wooden swords and would only use real steel. He remembered Ser Rodrick wouldn't allow Will or Robb to spar with him, claiming real steel was too dangerous. However later that day, when Ser Rodrick was gone, Will had challenged Joffrey, with real steel. The crowned prince at the time had foolishly accepted. Will took him down to the ground without having to swing 'Frozen Wind' once. He remembered the laughter of all his brothers who were watching on, and it brought a small smile to her face.

And now Will was dead according to Joffrey, they had shot him with a crossbow they queen said, when he was trying to come and save her. Her brother had died trying to rescue her. He remembered the day Will had beaten the prince in Winterfell, she gave him the grilling of a lifetime later that night, for attacking her prince, and future husband. As Ser Meran, and another gold cloak led towards her room, to retire for the night, she silently wept.

"His Grace wants you up early on the morrow. You will attend court with him again, so you understand girl?" Ser Meran said violently to her.

Sansa, dutiful nodded her head. "Yes, ser."

She was being escorted by the two gold cloaks through the courtyard now. The sun was just beginning to set, and very few people were out in the garden, nothing but a few servants, and lords walking around. Ser Meran walked in-front of her, while the other walked behind her, not removing his eyes from her.

"And no more speaking out of turn! You will not undermine his grace again, or you will end up like you brother and father! He'll have you-!"

He was interrupted by a scream from her rear guard! Sansa turned on her heel quickly to see a sword sticking through the man's neck. Blood spurted from the man's neck, sprinkling over Sansa and Ser Meran who now looked on in horror. He pulled his sword, and pointed it at the one attacker. He was a black cloak on, covering his body, with a hood drawn completely over his face. How he saw, Sansa didn't know. All he knew was when Ser Meran cried out and swung his sword at him, he blocked the blow, but Ser Meran drove his free hand into the man's stomach. He stumbled backwards, screaming and holding a hand to his stomach.

"AHHH! Seven fucking hells!" The man screamed.

Sansa almost froze, she knew that voice. She knew it all too well. Servants were running, while the few lords and ladies who were outside ran back screaming into the red keep. Ser Meran tried to strike back again while he was wounded, but he deflected the blow again and slashed his sword down at the back of his leg. When Ser Meran reached down to grab his leg, her brother's boot found the back of his head. Ser Meran fell faced first to the ground, reeving in pain.

He grabbed his hood, and finally revealed his face to Sansa. Her heart wanted to weep at the sight of her brother. His face had changed since the last time she saw him, only about a week earlier. He had a long scar running down the right side of his right face. He had a demeanor about him, like he was out for the blood of his enemies. The way he looked down at Ser Meran, like he was debating on whether to kill him or not. A part of Sansa hoped that he would, another part of her just wanted her brother to pick her up, hug her and take her far away from this place, and take her back to Winterfell.

Her brother walked over to Ser Meran and ripped his helmet off and gripped the back of his head. He told him, in a deep voice, which would have scared Sansa had it come from anyone else's mouth.

"You go and tell your bastard king, that William Stark sends his regards. I'm taking my sister back, and as soon as she's safe… I'm going to come and kill him for what he's done to her." He said to the crippled Ser Meran, before swinging his fist, and knocking Ser Meran unconscious.

Sansa couldn't help but feel good about what had happened to the so called 'Knight.' After he hit him, Will turned back around, and his expression completely changed. His face came into the biggest smile she had ever seen on him. She couldn't help but do the same, finally she was looking at someone she loved, a part of her family, after being held as a 'guest' for so long. Sansa ran straight to her brother and jumped into his arms, hugging her arms around his neck fiercely, not daring to let him go again. Her brother almost squeezed the life out of her.

When she finally let go, and was placed back down on her feet, she almost had tears coming from her eyes. "Will… I… I thought you were dead! Th… they told me they killed you." She said beginning to cry.

Her brother quickly wiped away the tears with his thumb. "Hey, hey, hey, no tears. I'm a Stark, it'll take a lot more than a crossbow bolt to kill me. You know us Starks' are tough as Winter." He said.

She laughed softly and wiped her tears away. Loud bells began to ring, and Will snapped back into a determined state of mind. He turned back to her, his sword 'Frozen Wind' he liked to call it, was still out, and covered in blood.

"Sansa, have they said anything about Arya!? Do they have any idea where she is!?" He asked her frantically.

The ringing of the bells sent nerves down Sansa's pine. She knew soldiers must be closing in. She shook her head. "No, they have no idea where she is! They said they haven't seen any sight of her since father…" She said.

Will let out a breath of relief. "Okay, that's good. If they can't find her she must've made it out of the city. I know Arya, she can handle herself." He said.

He didn't give Sansa a chance to argue with him, he grabbed her arm, and he began to run. The two of them ran back towards the way Sansa had come initially. They ran down hallways, and towards the tower of the hand. Sansa had no idea why Will would be going further into the keep! She didn't question him. When they came to the door to the Hands chambers, one guard was standing there. Before they turned the corner, Will put his hood up, and concealed his sword. He quickly walked to the Lannister guard and pulled his sword out quickly.

"Hey, who are you-?" The guard managed to get out, before Will plunged his sword into the man's throat.

He kicked down the door to the hands tower and burst into the room. Sansa followed, but Will was back out in a second.

"Yes! It's still here!" He exclaimed walking out with a large scabbard.

"Father's sword?" Sansa asked.

Will nodded, and sheathed his own sword. He pulled 'Ice' their father's greatsword, the ancestral Valyrian steel sword that had been in their family for generations. She had not paid much attention to the part of Maester Lewin's lessons that had to do with war and weapons. However she knew Valyrian steel was some of the strongest metal in all the lands, and it was incredibly sharp. 'Ice' was one of the few Valyrian steel sword left in Westeros. Now her brother held it in his hands like it came naturally to him.

"I'll be damned if I let the Lannister's melt this down. Come on, we're getting out of here!" He said, holding both hands on 'Ice', gesturing for Sansa to follow.

So the two Stark's ran, they ran and ran, and Sansa didn't dear to stop to think about the pain in her feet. They rounded corners stealthily. The two avoided several squads of gold cloaks and city guards. In the end, it felt like the two were going in circles. Will had only been in the castle for a few weeks, and spent his time either with the princess Marcella, or at the training ground, so he didn't know the castle well. Sansa had been escorted everywhere, only the throne room, and her room she had been to, and the garden. She didn't know where she was heading.

After trying to sneak around for too long to no avail they were eventually being chased down a hallway by a group of 5 city watch guards. Sweat beat down Sansa's face, and her feet ached from all the running they had to do. Her green dress was dirty and mattered down the edges. Finally, they were sprinting now, the five Lannister guards were screaming for them to halt. Sansa made the mistake of looking back, and her feet gave out from under her, and she tripped, and fell down the next set of steps they came to.

She tumbled down the steps, and Will yelled for her, trying to catch her. "Sansa! Come on, we gotta move!" He urged helping her to her feet.

"Don't move Starks!" A guard yelled, and as soon as Sansa was up, her arm around Will's shoulder, all five soldier were on them, and spears pointed their way.

Will's face fell. Holding 'Ice' in one hand, he gently leaned Sansa against the wall, and turned to the guards. Pain rushed through Sansa's foot, something had been damaged when she tripped. She watched as her brother held 'Ice' out towards the soldiers, waving it in a warning motion. Carefully, he pulled 'Frozen Wind' from its scabbard and placed it at Sansa's feet. Fear rushed through her body, her brother was about to try and fight all of them by himself.

He turned to Sansa and quickly said to her. "The wolves never leave their pack in danger. If we go down, we go down fighting." He said, before turning back and raising 'Ice' with both hands.

"The King has ordered you deaths! Put down your sword, and you will be given three days in the black cells to-." Will did not give him any time to talk.

He cut through the man's spear with 'Ice' before quickly slashing the Valyrian steel sword across the man's throat. All seven hells broke loose after that. Another man attacked, trying to stab his spear right through Will. However Sansa watched on as his brother deflected the blow before cleaving his greatsword through the man's spear and kicking him back hard. Sansa could see her brothers face contort in pain, she had guessed a wound must still be in his ribcage from the crossbow bolt.

"Will behind you!" Sansa yelled, at the sound of her voice Will turned and smacked away a blow from another soldiers spear, he quickly raised the gigantic sword he wielded and sliced the man's hand from his arm! While he screamed and blood splattered over the stone of the red keep, Will slashed the sword across the man's throat, and ended his screaming.

One of the remaining three soldiers slashed his spear down Will's back. "AHHHH FUCKING HELLS!" Her brother screamed, turning in pain and slashing through the man's spear.

Fear shot through Sansa's body. Another one of the remaining men, wacked Will in the ribcage with the butt of his spear, and Will screamed louder falling to the ground reeving in pain.

"WILL! WILL NO!" Sansa screamed, reaching down and picking up 'Frozen Wind.' She didn't know where the courage came from, she could barely raise her brother's sword. Two of the men had Will by the arms, and the third held his spear ready to impale her brother, and take him away from her just like they did her father.

She had taken a step forward, when out of nowhere, an arrow zipped through the air. It caught the man right through his neck, and he was dead before he even hit the floor! From down the hall, 30 yards away from them, was a girl. She looked like a warrior queen, in tight leather armor, a bow raised, and dark black hair tied back into a ponytail! Sansa was aw struck, the guards who held Will were too stunned to move. However Will, despite the bruises he had, and the pain still hidden in his face, smiled! He smiled and Sansa could see him laugh lightly as well.

"Who dares interfere with the Kings justice!?" A guard shouted.

It was a mistake by him. The girl raised two fingers to her mouth, and led out a quick sharp whistle sound. After that rounding the corner faster than a horse, was Norvern. Will's direwolf let out a menacing growl, one that would strike fear into even the bravest man, and leaped at the man holding Will's arm. The giant grey and white direwolf latched its jaw onto the man's neck. He screamed with agony for all of five seconds, before the direwolf's bloody jaw finally unclasped the man's throat. Will took the opportunity, he grabbed 'Ice' from the ground and lifted it up sending it clear through the man's gut.

` After that, Will collapsed, Sansa guessed from exhaustion. The girl came running down the hallway, an arrow still notched in her bow. Sansa saw her up close, and… she was stunning. She was more beautiful then Sansa could ever hope to be. Her black hair shined with the sunlight, even mattered with dirt and grime, and specks of blood, it looked perfect. Her face was completely flawless, and it was sculpted to perfection, it led to her striking bright blue eyes that looked like two sapphires had been implanted into her head. The girl was stunning, and she ran straight for her brother.

"Just in time… ahhh, gods. Perfect timing must be in your blood." Will said, using 'Ice' to help lift himself off the ground.

Holding one hand on her bow, she used her other to help her brother rise to his feet. He slung 'Ice' over his shoulder and held the other to his ribcage.

"That's twice I've saved your life now William Stark. When are you going to pay me back?" She asked him, obviously in a jesting tone.

Will laughed lightly, and petted Norvern who trotted over to him. "Haha, hopefully never." His eyes then came over to her, and he rushed to his sister. "Sansa are you alright?" He asked worriedly.

The question reminded Sansa of the pain in her foot. She winced when she tried to put pressure on it. "N…no, my foot, it… hurts." She said.

Will looked to the girl, and then she got down to her knees and reached for Sansa's foot. Sansa instinctively pulled away.

The girl stood back up, and spoke to her in a soft soothing voice. "Easy, easy. You need to be careful on that. Your Sansa Stark right?" She asked. Her voice was so calming, and reassuring, that Sansa nodded her head.

"Y… yes, who… who are you?" She asked the girl who had saved their lives.

She winced as she leaned on Will for support. The girl smiled, "I'm Lyra I've had to save your darling brother's life twice now." She said looking at Will.

Will looked at his sister encouragingly. "You can trust her Sansa, let her see your foot." Will told her.

Sansa looked at Lyra, who gave her a smile, and Sansa nodded. Lyra carefully took off Sansa's shoe, and Sansa almost got sick at the sight. Her heel was completely blue and purple, and every-time Lyra would move around, Sansa would wince in pain, and grab his brother's shoulders even harder. After a few moments Lyra shook her head and stood back up again.

"What is it? Is it bad?" Will asked the girl.

She shook her head. "It's badly sprained, there's nothing I can do for it here. If we get back to my cabin, I got something that can have it healed in a week." Lyra said reassuringly.

Sansa nodded, she was beginning to like the girl more and more. She just had this kindness about her. "T… thank you Lyra…" Sansa said still reeling from pain in her foot.

Lyra nodded her head, and grabbed her bow off the ground. "I got some horses set up for us right outside near flee bottom. If we can get to them we're home free." She said turning to scout the hall.

"How are we going to get out of here?" Will asked, holding Sansa's arm over his shoulder.

Lyra's face suddenly grew grim. She turned back to Will with a sad expression in her eyes. "I… I know a few ways. Follow me, I'll get us out of here." She said shortly.

She began to walk, but Will went forward, and held a hand on the girls shoulder. "Lyra… thank you, for coming." He said to her, with a smile on his face.

Lyra's eyes looked sad, but she smiled at her brother. "Don't thank me yet, we haven't gotten out of here yet." She said smiling.

Sansa who now had Norvern helping her stay up straight, let the question spill form her mouth before even thinking. "Are… are you two… you know…" She began.

Both Lyra and Will stiffened and turned around to Sansa, both of them began blabbering at the same time.

"What… n… no, she just saved my-." Will stuttered.

"Hahahaha a… are you joking? Haha th… that's funny-." Lyra responded in a similar tone.

Sansa couldn't help but smile at the red hue that had creeped into their faces. They continued to stutter out more words, but Will snapped them all back into reality. He raised Ice to his shoulder.

"Now that that's over, come on. I want to get out of this city for a long, long time." Her brother said.

Sansa couldn't agree more.

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Cersei Lannister, Queen Regent of the Seven Kingdoms.

"I WANT THEM FOUND! I WANT THEM FOUND NOW, I WANT WILLIAM STARKS HEAD DELIVERED TO ME ON A SILVER PLATTER!" Her son screamed to the small council.

"Y…your grace, we have dispatched multiple teams of hunters already, t… they will not get far!" Pycelle answered nervously.

Losing Sansa Stark was what troubled Cersei most. Her brother Will being alive was another problem. Now even if her father did managed to kill and defeat Robb Stark, the North had another Stark child to rally around. On-top of it all, her wretched little brother was now hand of the king. His words to her earlier still rang in her ears. We had FOUR Starks to trade, you cut one's head off, and lost the other two! Now, our chances of getting Jamie back are even worse! The thought of her lover in the hands of the men who their son chopped the head off of made Cersei shiver with worry.

As much as she hated to admit it, her wretched little brother was right. Her son was out of control. He started the war by shopping off Ned Starks head. Now he didn't even have the girl to marry, and to help bring the North into check. The guards had scoured all of King's Landing, but there was no sign of William, or Sansa Stark. Riders had been dispatched through every city gate, Lord Baelish was not at this particular small council meeting, due to the fact he was bust trying to locate three Starks now, instead of just two.

"When they get them, I want William Starks head delivered to me! I want it on a spike outside the keep until it rots away into nothing!" Joffrey ordered to the council.

Cersei placed a hand on her sons arm. "Please, do not worry my son. We will find the Stark children by the morning. Now please, why don't you go and rest. It is your nameday you should not be troubled by these small council matters." She said trying to sooth the young King's rage.

Thankfully this time it worked. The young King nodded his head. "I grow weary, I will retire for now. If we receive ANY news of them during the night I want to know straight away!" He barked at them all before stomping out of the room, the limping Ser Meran next to him.

After the door slammed, every member of the small council seemed to let out a deep breath they were holding. Cersei placed both elbows on the table, and massaged her head.

"HOW, did this happen?" She demanded to know from the three other men.

Her dwarf brother clapped his hands together. "It is called, you've underestimated the Stark children to much! They are not simply children sweet sister." He said to her.

"Pycelle leave us, I want a word with my brother and the spider." She demanded of the old maester, who said nothing, simply bowed his head, before slowly leaving the room.

She turned her head back to her younger brother. "What do you MEAN!? How have we underestimated them!?"

Her brother sighed and spoke as he poured more wine into his goblet. "Do you realize sweet sister, that William Stark and his direwolf alone have now killed what… 9? 10? Of our soldiers singlehandedly? The Starks are resilient, we should have attempted to trade him and his sister sooner! Instead you let Joffrey torture the boy's sister and well… you know how they say wolves are protective of their packs." Her brother said before taking another sip from his goblet.

Cersei did know indeed, she had learned wolves would never abandon a pack member. The Starks considered themselves wolves. However she was a lion, and so was her son. She should have watched how Joffrey was treating Sansa Stark, but the boy was becoming… uncontrollable.

She leaned back in her chair and rubbed her temples again, just a few months ago, he was really going to marry his daughter off to this boy. That was the deal. Joffrey marries Sansa, Will marries Marcella. That was Robert's plan so he could become blood brothers with Ned Stark, the man whose dead sister Robert loved more than Cersei. Marcella was very fond of the boy, as it seemed he was of her. Her daughter cried for days when she learned that he had been 'killed', however she still had not told her that the squad they sent to capture him, had died by his hand, and he was alive, she was scared at what she would do.

She rubbed he head before she spoke again. "Are you telling me, one 15 year old boy snuck killed all those men, grabbed the future queen, and snuck out all by himself?"

For the first time Varys the spider spoke. "I, think I can shed some light on this matter your grace. The two Starks did, indeed have help."

"Well, if you know then Lord Varys, why is it that, the person who helped them does not have their head on a spike right now?" Cersei asked the master of whisperers.

"Because your grace, they escaped with the Starks. I must say I am very surprised-."

"Well, you love getting right to the point don't you Lord Varys? I suspect there is a point in this speech somewhere?" Tyrion asked between sips from his goblet.

Cersei shot her brother a look, and then turned back to the eunuch master of whisperers. "My brother is right Lord Varys, get to the point. Who helped the Starks escape!?" She demanded of the master of whispers.

The spider straightened himself. "My little birds have informed me they spotted… her. Do you remember two years ago your grace? The girl?" He asked her.

Cersei froze, if Varys was talking about who she thought, then that just added to her list of problems.

Her imp brother was the one to speak next. "What girl? Who in the seven hells are we talking about!?" He demanded.

Lord Varys looked at the queen for permission, Cersei simply nodded her head. Lord Varys turned to Tyrion. "One year ago, her grace ordered me to arrange the assassination of a young girl's mother, the goal was to either have the young girl killed… or driven from the city, for her not to be seen again."

Tyrion looked at his sister with his goblet still. "Do you know what the worst part of this is? I am not entirely surprised. Now please tell me, who, is, this, girl!?" He demanded, loudly for a dwarf.

Cersei looked at the master of whisperers. "Go on." She said dejectedly.

She knew now, that if she got to the Starks, and told them of her parentage, that it could help the Starks, if they used it correctly.

Lord Varys cleared his throat and spoke. "The girls name is… Lyra Waters. Good King Robert Baratheon's bastard daughter."

A/N: Soooo the first chapter got so many hits within its first day that I had to rush out another chapter. I hope you guys like the result.

A few things

1) So yes, Lyra is actually Lyra Waters, the bastard daughter of Robert Baratheon. I never had much intention on dragging the secret out. I wasn't going to do some, complicated story for it like R+L=J. Also, most of you probably guessed it. Still, I hope you liked the twist! Also, remember Will still doesn't know, how do you think he'll react?

2.) As many of you probably know, Game of Thrones season six is a few episodes from being over! I don't know right now what I'm going to do long-term right now. I will more than likely stick to show plot events up to around season 4. However, I will have a good combination of following show plots, and making up my own! (I have a good idea of a plotline that I'll start in the next two or three chapters!

I hope you guys all liked this chapter! (All chapters will have an episode number and title) I hope it lives up to your expectations! So please, even a five word review would mean something amazing to me! So leave a long review, short review, I don't mind at all!

So as usual guys, have a lovely day! And always remember "Winter is Coming" –domgk115