Becoming Porcelain

Chapter 2- The First Dream

"Lyanna Stark I am sick of your behaviour lately. How are you possibly meant to marry when you behave like this." My Mother snapped as she tossed the filthy dress that had just been stripped off me to the maid. I knew she'd be like this when she saw me. She hated it if I didn't act like all the other ladies.

"Mother, you know my views on marriage." I replied as I climbed into my night gown.

"Lyanna please, all ladies have to marry."

"I shall not marry a man of others choosing. I shall marry on my own accord. I actually may never marry at all." Marriage. The one thing in this world that I didn't want. I'm free to do what I please here at Winterfell, but if I'm married its just the same as keeping me locked up in a cage all my life. He will have a claim on me and by rights my body will not be mine any more; it shall be his and only his.

"Lyanna, you should not say such a thing. It is a blessing to marry a lord. It is a blessing to marry any man." My Mother could say that. She was madly in love with my Father the day she met him. They had grown up together. "Now child get into bed."

I did what my Mother said and clambered up into my huge bed. The cold furs brushed across my warm skin, making my body let out a small shiver. The beds in Winterfell were always cold, no matter what. Even in summer.

"Goodnight my dear." My Mother said as she slowly walked out the door. Leaving me with a gracious smile upon her face.

I placed my head on the cold pillow and let a sigh leave my lips. The wind howled like a pack of Dire Wolves at my window begging me to let them in and the quietness slowly crept in, engulfing me like a ball of fire. Winterfell was always quiet and peaceful. Then quickly I fell into a deep slumber.

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The cold wind nipped at my skin as I stood there. In some sort of small room with barred windows looking at the great ice wall that stood before me. I could feel my heart racing with every breath I took. It was silent, nothing heard except the odd drop of an icicle falling, or a flicker of a flame. The courtyard that I was looking at was empty, nothing except one figure stood in the corner. I could see the figure move from one foot to the other. They were cold who ever they were, and they were touching the wooden door that was in front of them. It looked as if they were locking it.

"Hello." I called out to the unknown person, whilst pressing my face to the cold iron bars. They froze at my words and lifted their head up more. It's as if they were startled by hearing me. "Hello." I called again. I tried to look for a handle that was in the darkness below me but I couldn't see nor feel anything.

This time they stepped out from the shadows and I could now see their face. It was a boy, with black curly hair and dark, warm brown eyes. He wore all black and didn't look well wrapped up for this weather. What was I doing in this cage like pen?

Even though the boy was so far away I knew every single feature on his face. I knew how his eyes were darker than night and I knew every single curl that stood on his head. I was strange, I had never seen this boy in my life, yet I felt like I've known him for years.

"What is it?" The boy said in a deep northern accent. He knew me? I stared at the boy in shock.

"Where am I?" I asked and pushed the door in anger. I wanted to be out of this damned cage. It was driving me insane.

"Ghost? What is it?" He said quickly and made his way towards me. Ghost? Who was he talking too. As he made his way across from a door opened coming from the left. He stopped walking and turned to his side. A glorious smile spread across his face as he looked in that direction. "Ollie," He called out.

Finally a young boy came into my view as he made his way closer to the curly haired boy.

"Alliser wants to speak to ya," The young boy said. Says there's a wildling with news about your Uncle Benjen." Benjen? Uncle Benjen? My body began to shake at the name of my brother and I gripped hold of the bars and shook. I wanted to see my brother. I didn't know where I was.

"Benjen!?" I screamed at the two boys looked at me in shock.

"What's wrong with Ghost?" The boy called Ollie asked. Who was Ghost?

"I don't know, he just started acting out." Ollie gave me a worried look at the curly haired boys words. Suddenly a group of men walked out into the court and they didn't look happy.

One of them stormed towards the curly haired boy and drove a dagger straight into his chest. It was as if my whole world went into slow motion at what was going on. The boys faced showed confusion at face and so did mine. Then just as quickly as the dagger hit him that facial expression turned to pain.

I screamed out suddenly as I was hit with a dreadful pain in my chest. I fell to the floor as my legs gaev way. I couldn't help but yelp each time I felt another bolt of pain. With my head drawn to the side, I could just see through a crack in the courtyard the scene that was happeing.

The curly haired boy lay silent on the snowy cobbled floor. The group of men had diminished from him as well as the pain in my chest. Yet I couldn't move at all. Then one last puff of breath appeared from the boy and a bolt of pain shot through my body.

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My eyes opened to see the stone roof above me. My body shook as I looked around my cold room. The candle beside me flickered, causing my eyes to sting. It was night time still and it was even colder. My face was wet with tears from my dream and my heart rate wouldn't slow down.

The dream felt so real, that I couldn't stop picturing the dagger falling into his chest. He looked at me for help, but I just couldn't give him it.

I dragged my self out of bed and onto my wobbling legs. Loud voices could be heard from below my room, telling me that my Brothers friend Robert Baratheon and his family must of arrived. My Brother talked of Robert highly, even though I hadn't ever laid my eyes on him once. He was a stranger to me, and it seems no one else.

I pulled on some trousers and my leather top and wrapped my green cloak around me. The furs wrapped around my neck, warming me instantly.

I slowly opened my door. Trying my hardest not to let it creak. If I was heard, I would be sure Mother wouldn't let me see the light of day till Winter arrives.