CHAPTER 13

Lord Stark said stiffly, "Lyra take Sansa to the Great Keep and send the maester here and see if you can find Roose." Lyra nodded, kissed Sansa and then Crystal because she was in her face sniffing her and purring. Ramsay was still crying out the whole time wanting his father or the maester.

Lyra led Sansa back to the Keep and sent the maester up to the battlements. Lyra eventually found Roose gambling playing cards with the other lords in the Guest House. She told him about his bastard son up on the left side of East Gate battlements crying about his leg and almost killing Sansa. Roose picked up his money and walked out.

Lyra and Crystal went to the Great Keep and sat in the Common Room in front of the fire on the sofa. Sansa peeked in the room picking at the door jam with her fingernail and Lyra held out her arms open. Sansa ran into her arms putting her head on Lyra's shoulder. Lyra put her on her lap, patted and rocked her. Crystal climbed up next to her on the other side of the sofa and put her head in Sansa's lap.

Sansa asked timidly, "Why would he make me do that, Lyra?" Ned came in to check on his daughter. He heard his daughters ask that question to Lyra holding her to comfort her.

Lyra said softly, "Because he's a nasty little bastard. He is fourteen and you are eight. He thought he could force you to do something like that because his father never taught him right and wrong. He is mean and dangerous. I'm glad I found you in time. I'm really glad your father came along."

Sansa said sniffling, "Thank you, Lyra."

Lyra had her head resting on top of Sansa's as she rubbed her arm lightly rocking her. She said, "You're welcome, little one.You're a good girl Sansa. You trusted me to help you."

Sansa said sleepily, "I'll always trust you, Lyra. You're one of the best people I know."

Lyra was overwhelmed how much these children touched her heart and said softly, "Thank you for that gift, sweet girl. Trust is a promise to always help and care for those few people that are special to us." Sansa hummed in an answer and was asleep on her. Lyra knew the adrenaline rush was over and the little girl was exhausted and crashed. She looked up and saw Ned standing there. Caitlyn came up behind him and he pulled her away to talk.

After a while Ned came in and picked up Sansa carrying her to the bedroom with Caitlyn walking behind him. Lyra sat there stroking Crystal's head.

Roose Bolton came into the room and said accusingly, "You harmed my son? He said you pushed him so hard he broke his leg."

She stood up facing him off and said, "I pushed him away from the parapet before he murdered Sansa. He sexually attacked her before then and she told him no. I saw him in town go into the brothel and get thrown out. He pushed her over the wall because she wouldn't do it and was peeling her fingers up on an eight year old girl about to fall to her death. So, yes I shoved him away to save her life. If he broke his leg, so what? You best think about how you're going to explain this to Lord Stark about why your bastard son was going to kill his eight name day old little girl for being denied sexual favors?" She saw Ned Stark walk up behind him slowly.

Roose glared at her, challenging him and his authority. He said, "I'll see to it you never touch another child or cause harm to anything of mine again. So what if he was trying to get sexual with her. Boys will be boys. You're an adult and should leave your hands off other people's children, especially mine."

She said, "Even to prevent him from commiting murder? Would you rather see your son dead and other people's children dead at his hands? My Roose Bolton aren't you a self serving son of a…"

Ned said behind him angrily, "Is that so, Lord Bolton? Your illegitimate son touched my daughter and then tried to kill her. You stand accusing Lady Wyldwood of touching your bastard son who fell and broke his leg? She stopped him from commiting to murder my daughter. You should be thanking her or I would see that boy hanged instead. He will be punished." Lyra thought, 'He will be dead from an overdose of Nightshade given to him by his own father. Roose Bolton will be killed on the next hunt gored by a boar.'

Lyra stood there watching Bolton. Roose said backing down, "Of course, I'm grateful that neither of our children were permanently harmed. But, she accused my son of inappropriate behavior prior to then also."

Ned looked at the man like he was trying to evade the murder issue. He knew what Sansa said to Lyra about what he did to her. It's something his daughter will have to deal with or hopefully forget.

Ned said angrily, "Trying to be sexual with an eight name day old child is one thing, but trying to murder her because she refused is another. I'll give you a carriage and I want you to remove your son from Winterfell immediately and take him home yourself where he will remain from now."

Roose asked incredulously, "Are you making me leave before the feast?"

Ned said condescendingly, "Yes, Lord Bolton. I would think getting your son off my property, away from my daughter and children would be a priority for any parent before or after the feast under the circumstances." Roose puffed up and turned to leave and paused. Ned said with authority, "Never bring him back here again, Lord Bolton." Roose swept out of the room angry.

Ned looked at Lyra and said, "Thank you."

Lyra said earnestly, "Thank you too."

Ned said seriously, "Caitlyn is hovering over Sansa once I told her what happened and how you helped her. I don't think Sansa will be around the rest of the day unless she wants to."

She smiled and said, "You might be surprised to see her at the feast. Children are resilient that way and bounce back sooner than you expect. She is a strong little girl, more than she realizes at this age. You should be ever so proud of the wonderful children you have raised. I know I'm proud of you and Caitlyn."

Ned said shifting and looking down, "You're a kind and honorable woman, Lyra. You're always welcome in my home and at my table."

Lyra smiled and said, "I'm honored, Ned. I want to have a long private talk with you after we get past this harvest feast. I must tell you of things that have been and to come. You see, I'm a seer and have been trying to prevent things from befalling the wrong way to cause great harm." She smiled at their informality they used with each other since the rescue. But stopped when she told him she was a seer. He looked at her in the eyes and nodded.

Ned said earnestly, "We will, Lyra, afterwards. I promise." She nodded and Jorah came into the room.

Jorah said worried, "Are you ok, Lyra. What happened? I can't leave you alone without you getting into something."

Lyra walked over to him and kissed him lightly on the lips and said, "Luckily, I was there for all the right reasons at the exact right time." Jorah smiled at her and wrapped his arms around her.

Ned smiled subtly and said, "I'll see you both later at the feast." He turned and left the room.

Lyra caressed Jorah's cheek and he said, "Come to my room and I'll warm you up." She let him lead her away as he smiled.

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Later that day after Lyra and Jorah bathed in the hot springs again, Lyra made her wishes on Ramsay and Roose to occur when they were home. She put on a fancier northern dress she bought from the dressmaker she met in town, she walked into the feast with Jorah on his arm and stopped by to get Sansa to come with her after a little talk with her. Lyra kissed the children as she passed them. All the lords were watching the beauty in an emerald green dress walking in with her lion walking behind her. Lyra sat next to Jorah this time with Jon on the other side of her and Crystal in between.

The servants brought in roasted boar, duck, venison, trout, biscuits, different breads, cheeses, gravies, corn, barley, various vegetable dishes, fruit and cream cakes. Crystal got a boar's leg and a mixture of cooked vegetables. Ned said a small speech thanking everyone for partaking with his family. Everyone dug in passing dishes and being served. She wanted to try everything. She was curious about the dishes they had. They ate, drank and laughed at telling stories. Jorah leaned over and kissed her on the cheek.

Lord Cerwyn asked across the table, "Lord Jorah, when are you going to marry the young lady? We can tell she is your betrothed and you're completely smitten by her." Jorah looked in her eyes.

Jorah said, "As soon as she can sail on her ship from White Harbor to Bear Island. She won't say yes until she is docked there. I'll take her to meet my father too. I have sent him a raven to Castle Black and told him of the rare beauty I have by my side to bring home when she gets there. He is probably surprised more at her being a successful merchant, swords woman and a lion tamer with a full grown lion in tow." She smiled at him.

Ned said chuckling, "Knowing Lord Jeor, he will be anticipating the lion more in the castle."

Lyra said grinning, "I'm sure seeing my lioness dressed in a fur coat with leather fur lined mittens on her feet will either make him laugh or think I'm crazy and wondering what Jorah has got himself into now." The men laughed. Jorah kissed her lips.

Arya said loudly, "Eww, Lady Lyra. Don't kiss boys on the lips, they eat dirt, bugs and things." Lyra giggled and the room chuckled at her.

Lyra said, being silly looking at Arya, "Yummy crunchy bugs." Everyone laughed.

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That night Lyra was warm and comfortable laying in Jorah's arms. She started thinking about how different things are going to change once she is married to Jorah.

So much will be different eliminating seven people so far. Roose's son Domeric will inherit everything including the Dredfort fortress. Ramsay can't harm anyone anymore, mostly Theon and Sansa. Littlefinger can't influence the war between the Lannisters and Starks. Cersei cannot rise to power and influence anyone anymore. Jamie won't lose his hand. Hopefully, Tyrion won't be accused of anything or being pushed to kill Tywin. Sir Gregor can't do anyone's dirty work anymore. Polliver can't help anyone harming others. Maester Pycelle won't do anything for Cersei anymore harming others. Joffrey may still be an issue to figure out.

She thought Locke, Roose's best hunter, should be killed by his own men. Meryn Trant, Ilyn Payne and The Tickler should die from a stomach ailment. Viserys Targaryen should be poisoned by a witch. Daenerys should be taken into a kind and harmless home and in a protected environment not trackable. The High Sparrow should die in his sleep.

Lyra had five wishes to make and take six more people off her list and save Daenerys from hopefully being influenced and being unharmed. It would make it 13 out of 21. She will make her wishes tomorrow afternoon. Lyra went to sleep.

~~~~~4yr 8.25mo(4yr 7mo)293AD

In the morning, after breakfast, Lyra and Ned went into his study to have a deep conversation. They both sat down and had a servant bring a hot tea tray into the study.

Once they had a cup of tea and were comfortable, Lyra said looking him in the eyes, "What I tell you here word for word cannot leave your lips unless you're with me securely alone. You cannot tell anyone ever. Do you understand me, Ned?"

Ned said seriously, "Alright, I swear to never say anything you tell me to anyone ever."

Lyra said, staring at him, never looking away from his eyes, "Now I will prove my truth and will never repeat this to a living person again, I swear to you. Jon is the living child of Lyanna Stark and Rhaegar Targaryen. She said to you on her deathbed, 'If Robert finds out, he'll kill him, you know he will. You have to protect him. Promise me, Ned.'" Ned looked at her with wide eyes. He stood up and started pacing, running his hands through his hair.

Lyra said seriously, "I'm sorry I had to bring that up, but you have to know I am not a liar or a fake. It was the only way to prove to you how honest I am with you. What I tell you is dangerous as hell and will not only affect your life and family but will affect all of Westeros. I have not told anyone as much as I am telling you and I will have to hold back some to see how this develops from things I have done and had to do to protect you, your wife, and your family to date. I am putting great trust in you as much as you will in me. I told Jorah about Lynesse because I directly needed to save his life from ruining his leadership of Bear Island." Ned sat back down.

Lyra said, "In the year 298 through to 305 are the years I am changing. I am preventing the death of you, your wife, Robb and your fifth child, hopefully. A war between the Lannisters and Starks will not consume Westeros. I must wait and see how it develops now from the people I have eliminated." He looked at her intensely.

He asked seriously, "Who have you eliminated?"

Lyra said, "Seven out of twenty one who are pure evil and caused horrors to occur to everyone."

Ned asked, "How do you know this is all true and you aren't wrong."

Lyra said putting her hands to her face, "In a few moments there will be a knock on the door and it will be Caitlyn saying that a raven has just come from her sister telling her of Petyr Baelish's death three years ago, but Lysa has known the whole time because she is not quite right in her head. She will tell you that he was caught by Jon Arryn for stealing over twenty four thousand dragons in taxes and docking fees. I'm really sorry to tell you this now and put your wife through this." Lyra stands up walking to the fireplace and whispers a wish for it to happen. There comes a knock on the door in a minute. Lyra spins around and she and Ned's eyes meet.

Ned gets up and answers the door to a crying Caitlyn. She said, "Lysa just informed me that Petyr Baelish died three years ago. He was put to death by Jon for stealing over twenty four thousand dragons in tax money and docking fees. How could he?" Ned held her in his arms and looked at Lyra past his wife.

Lyra shrugged frowning and said, "I'm so truly sorry for this. We can talk later, Lord Stark. Come find me." He nodded watching her walk out of his study with Crystal behind her.