CHAPTER TWO - DAWN

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Years had passed, and everyday has been a breeze for Ned. No worries, no war, yet there's guilt. Ned was standing atop looking down at Robb and Jon sparring with wooden swords. On the side, Lara was looking at them whilst Sansa was playing with her doll beside her. Jon was a like a true northmen, dark locks decorated the head of the bastard, ten years of age. Lara was different.

Her hair was silver and her eyes were Stark Grey. Everyone loved Lara, she was charming and spirited, she loved horses, and Ned loved her. She reminded him of Lyanna, in a point where there was too much Lyanna and Rhaegar. Ned feared for the girl more as days had passed. Each day she was looking more like Rhaegar and she acted more like Lyanna. Ned feared for her safety, what if one day, Robert decide to burn her into ashes?

Suddenly Ned hears footstep walking towards him, it was Catelyn. She was looking radiant in her final stages of her pregnancy; her hair was red like Sansa. Ned thought that Catelyn was beautiful and he just smiled to her.

Catelyn looked on the children beside Ned, she was smiling sadly, specifically looking at Jon Snow.

"There'll be one more soon," Ned said.

"The Maester told me it might be a boy," Catelyn whispered.

"It doesn't matter, boy or girl," Ned said reassuring her, "if the babe's healthy, it's fine."

Catelyn smiled. The look on her face said that she loves and respected Ned very much. It was not long ago, she was screaming into his face of how much she hated him, for bringing Jon into their home. And it broke Ned's heart deeply.

He couldn't bear to lie to Catelyn, but he vowed to keep Jon and Lara safe for Lyanna. So, it was worth the trouble.

Lara's POV

It's such an amazing thing to look at Jon and Robb fighting, yes, it's just a game but it's so fun. I wish I could join in, but the only thing I can do is horse riding. So, I love to watch them, they reminded me of the stories told by father when he was travelling down south. I imagine the swords clashing, and then victory.

Suddenly there's a cart full of goods from the south had arrived in Winterfell. I saw the ladies were checking for the herbs and spices they needed to prepare the feast for king Robert. Then one of them grabbed a peculiar looking fruit, it was yellow.

Then Sansa suddenly tagged on my sleeves and I turned to her, "Lara, what's that?" she asked.

"Well that Sansa," I said, "I believe it's a Lemon."

"What's a lemon?" Sansa asked again, she was so innocent and sweet. She was such a proper lady, prepared for a life like my aunt.

"Well it's a fruit, people say it tastes very odd and sour," I explained.

Sansa started to make a disgusted face, she cringed and stick her tounge out.

"That's horrible!" she exclaimed.

And I chuckled, Sansa could be so silly sometimes.

"Hey," I said, patting her head, careful not to ruin her braids, "don't judge it before you try it."

"Well have you tried Lemons Lara?" Sansa asked.

"Yes, they taste even better when they're made into lemon cakes," I answered.

"You love lemon cakes?" Sansa asked again, and don't get me wrong, I will never tire of her questions.

"I do, very much," I said, smiling at her.

"Well, if you love them, then I love lemon cakes too!" Sansa said, laughing as I tried to grab her into a warm sibling hug.

"Just be careful, you don't want to end up fat!" Robb yelled, swinging his wooden sword at Jon, who was, I daresay, a better swordsman than Robb.

"Oh, shut up Robb!" I yelled back, and Sansa giggled. It so funny because shut up is considered a foul word for someone as old as Sansa, I was like her when I was her age. I remembered laughing when Robb and Jon would say 'shut up' to each other or to Theon when they had small quarrels, but now it's a normal thing once you hear words that people like Jory would say.

One time, Jory's tounge slipped and Aunt Cat was very crossed and told me to cover my ears every time I'm around him.

Robb smirked at me until Jon's sword nearly cut him, he moved back, startled.

"Seven bloody Hells Jon! You gave me a fright," Robb shouted.

Suddenly from above, I could see Lady Catelyn's cheek turn red. Her eyebrows furrowed, and she shouted back at Robb, "Language!"

I scoffed, looking at the annoyed face Robb just made.

Jon swung his sword again, and Robb barely dodged it. "Hey!" Robb complained.

"Keep your shield up, or I'll ring your head like a bell," Jon said, before looking at me.

I smiled at Jon, and he smiled back genuinely. I loved to see people smile, and Jon's smile meant a lot to me, especially because he rarely gifts me his warm smile.

It's hard for someone like Jon to smile, when he's surrounded by people who loathed him like Lady Catelyn.

'It's hard to be a bastard,' I thought, yet there's nothing I can do about it.

Overall, I thank the Old Gods for my life, it's a priviliged life, I never worried for my mother or my father, because Uncle Ned and Aunt Cat filled that position. Winterfell's a lovely place, the Godswood so peaceful, and the people were so kind to me even though a part of me don't feel at home. Sometimes I feel different, I don't look normal, I was the only one with hair in my coloring, some people looked at me everytime I passed, and some chose to ignore it. I guess they love me because I'm my father's daughter.

I often asked my uncle, what my father looked like. And everytime I asked that question, my uncle would tell me stories of his childhood, my father was hot-headed, he was brave and strong, my uncle looked sad every time I asked for a story, yet I needed to know.

The only question I wouldn't ask my uncle is about my mother and my hair, the last time I asked him was when he was drunk. He was furious and he yelled at me for a second before his senses would return. I was devastated, and I ran to the Godswood, not to pray, but to find peace. Once I got back, I heard aunt Cat scolded him for being a drunkard like King Robert.

I leaned back and looked at the sky, it was beautifully clear. The clouds reminded me of the cotton Old Nan onced show me. I closed my eyes to rest.

Then I thought, 'could anything go wrong?'

New chapters coming soon! I thought it was kind of nice to see something so peaceful and nice before something bad happens. And it's kind of interesting that this chapter's name is Dawn, since Dawn is the name of the legendary sword of House Dayne. But here, I think Dawn means a start of a new day, so events from here on out could start into something good and bad. Please Review!