Robb Stark was six and ten summers and having started noticing womenfolk three years ago did nothing to take away the possessive feelings he still has over Lysara. He was also aware that no matter how hard he tried to get rid of those incestuous feelings he failed each and every time.

Robb was nowhere near admitting that time and time again the few whores he spent with were never remembered since the woman he craved was so ingrained in his memories that he only ever saw her. No matter the actions he took to not think of her, nothing ever worked. She was always there, if not in his thoughts then in his presence. If her looks weren't enough, her personality was a godsend; the perfect balance between a lady and a wolf-maid.

'Twas getting harder to resist her allure' Robb had remembered thinking. Today was the beginning of a new day, therefore another attempt at forgetting Sara. After all, that is what she had asked of him, even after what happened between the both of them.

"…Robb…" a voice was thought to come from the door.

"…Hmmm…"

"Robb!"

Incoherent mumbles were the only thing coming from inside.

"If you could wait just one…."

The door was immediately opened and in she went.

"Robb, not again, you know you were supposed to be up by…."

That was when Lysara Snow stopped talking and noticed that her half-brother had no shirt on. 'There he was, his naked torso for all to see and admire. All but me.' She brought herself out of her jealous fit.

"Is something wrong sister" He spoke after finally waking up from his slumber, knowing but not caring that Sara was looking at his figure. He in turn checked what gown she had on for today, making sure she did not have something too revealing on that could compromise his and her integrity out there.

"No nothing, just wanted to let you know it's time to break our fast. Ready yourself quick, there have been news of a deserter." Lysara finally broke the awkward silence that came upon the room and passed him new britches and shirt to get ready.

"So soon already? It's been what? A few days since the last one was caught." Robb exclaimed, about to take his trousers off.

Lysara not wanting to stay around for that, gave him a flustered look and made to leave,

"Yes, well, I'll let you finish clothing yourself in peace" she exclaimed after having gotten a blush to her person.

He, noticing the shy looks she was giving him but not saying anything continued. After the talk they had he would only treat with her at arm's length.

Except…

"Wait!" he gestured after stopping and standing up.

"…Sara you know we should talk about—"

"Robb, please let's just leave it behind us, alright?" she pleaded after looking back at him.

"We will be coming back to talk about the matter, that is a given. You can go, thank you for still looking after me." He broke their staring contest.

"You would do the same for me…..brother." She turned around and left, closing the door after her.

She closed the door after her and sighed, trying not to remember.

She brought her hands to his wrists, holding them there until she was sure he would not move them.

Oh so slowly she loosened her hold and brought her hands on his arms, caressing his broad muscles and going towards his naked shoulders. There she spread her fingers until they touched all the skin available.

Whilst she explored his upper physique, he began to undress her little by little.

Why couldn't everything go the way she wanted it to! She was well aware she should stop remembering, she scolded herself yet that never stopped her from doing it. The memories keep getting to her and she can't help but want more. Can't help but want him again.

Robb finished undressing her and touched places that have never been touched before. Whilst he was becoming aroused by the seconds, Lysara was beginning to lose her mind with impatience, so she brought him to the bed, sat him down and began to take his boots and breaches off of him. Doing that slowly drove both of them mad but when he began to unburden Sara, she did not let on the bed, both naked, they looked at each other and leaning like two opposing forces, they dazedly began to close in.

Coming back to the present, Lysara made to go break fast and as she was leaving the halls she was met with the lady Sansa 'because gods forgive her for even thinking about her as anything but a lady.'

"Come now Lysara my lady mother and lord father have been waiting for Robb and you for too long, so just go back to the kitchens, I'll be the one getting Robb since by the looks of it you have not even knocked." The younger half-sister knew she was being cruel but she had good reasons or at least she thought she did, in her mind.

Since she can remember, Sansa, the trueborn daughter of the Warden of the North heard the whispers. The whispers of common folk and lords alike of how the bastard daughter of their liege lord looked more Stark in manners and looks than his trueborn children. Sansa was aware that she shouldn't get jealous of the bastard but when everyone sees Lysara they become enamored with her and Sansa is left in the dust. She has tried and tried to be the better of the two but each time she checks if she has become more loved and cherished by the people then it's always the same; always Lysara! 'She's better than me at everything a lady is and the only thing she is missing is being trueborn. At least I have that over her.'

With her hands having clenched automatically by the sight of Sansa, Sara trying to seem relaxed, gave her a quite fake smile and curtsied,

"Well then Sansa, if you'll excuse m—"

"Yes well, go on….. Oh! And its LADY Sansa to you Lysara." And Sara knew it was her dismissal but oh how she wanted to show that little –

Finally Winterfell's bastard left, and even though inside she felt ridiculed and filled with embarrassment everyone who saw her pass by would not guess she was feeling like that. They would all think it was actually one of her better days.

As the Starks were having their food served a missive came for Lord Eddard Stark.

"What is it Maester Luwin?" spoke the lord of Winterfell

"I'm sorry to interrupt you, your family time m'lord but there have been news of the deserter. He has been captured and is now being held in one of the cells close by."

"Well then it is my duty to pass on the judgement to him but this time I'll be taking Bran with me." Eddard Stark looked to his lady wife as if to judge the impact the news would cause her.

"Ned, it's too soon…"The lady tried to convince Ned otherwise but,

"The decision has already been made, there is no turning back." Turning to the Maester he commanded him to call for Lysara.

'She would want to witness the king's justice' Eddard thought. 'Just like her.'