Lyanna POV
As I ride my horse into the woods, I feel free from judgment and hateful nicknames, running as fast as I can...
As a bastard in Winterfell, being the most beautiful girl won't guarantee survival. My name is Lyanna Snow and I am the daughter of Lord 'Ned' Eddard Stark. I am seventeen with milk-white skin, raven hair, brown eyes, and pink natural lips.
"Everyone talks about my beauty. Catelyn and my father always say I'm a copy of Lyanna, his sister. I was named after her, but the gods had other plans. People often mistake me for Lyanna Stark and think that she has risen from the dead."
I and Lyanna share many qualities. We are both wild and adventurous. I am also a skilled rider who loves to ride.
Ser Rodrick Cassel said I rode a horse like a Northman and we both loved the scent of winter roses.
"I have a wolf inside me, but unfortunately, I am a result of my father's affair. I am not the only result, as I have an elder twin named Jon. Lady Catelyn is trying her best to raise us, she is the only mother we know, and I also have other siblings from her: Robb, Sansa, Arya, Bran, and my little brother Ree, who we affectionately call Rickon."
Being a bastard woman is worse than being a bastard man, I wish I was a man, I never acted like a woman in my life, and I never wore a dress when Jon got his clothes he bought me something similar which made Lady Catelyn upset from us.
If you want a real description, I'm a good knight but have never killed anyone before... Many marriage proposals, but everyone is from the age of my great-grandparents
I learned Philosophy and History and can understand High Valryian easily, I learned it from Ser Tomas Hightower and Arya gave interest in the language and Ser Tomas started to teach her. I love to read and sing
Lady Catelyn and Septa Mordane forced me to watch while teaching Sansa if I didn't want to act to be a Lady
Robb, Jon, and I are apprentices to our father to learn how to govern the castle.
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I am depicted riding my horse with my cloak billowing in the wind, while everyone stares at the illegitimate lady's return to Winterfell. Winterfell, the stronghold and ancestral home of House Stark is an ancient and austere place. Many acres lie within its two concentric granite walls; its keeps and towers stretch toward the gray skies above.
A raven flew above me, carrying a small parchment scroll tied to its leg, as I dismounted my horse and heard a voice from within the castle "Welcome back, Lady, I trust your ride was pleasant" Prince Daeron II Targaryen, the green dragon or Hightower bastard. The eldest son of The mad king. After the rebellion lived in Winterfell and was known as Ser Tomas Hightower.
Daeron has been guarding me and Jon since we were born, We were raised with him, A good protective man, He was very cheeky with me when we were alone...
I smile turn to look at the voice and roll my eyes "Try not to look too relieved, ser"
Daeron approaches me not letting anyone hear us as he looks around "Don't call me, Ser"
I whisper "Stop calling me Lady" I smirk and leave him alone as he watches my moves with smirks "I have eyes behind my back, Ser"
"OH, I am doing nothing"
Jory Cassel approaches to catch me by arm "Lord Stark will kill you"
I walk with him holding his arm "I just arrived, I didn't do anything"
Jory is the son of Martyn Cassel and the nephew of Ser Rodrik Cassel, master-at-arms of Winterfell. The captain is a skilled warrior and a confidante of Lord Eddard Stark. Jory is my best friend and he has a wry smile, which he often shows to me and Arya, and he jokes while eating in the Great Hall of Winterfell "From sunrise until now, he has been diligently searching for you. Don't keep him waiting any longer, reach out and connect with him NOW!."
"I went to get flowers" Jory looks at my empty hands "The flowers fall from me"
"Where did you go, Lyanna?"
I whisper "I was practicing archery in the woods, please" I give him poppy eyes "Don't tell him"
Jory sighs and heads to his horse and gives me a basket of flowers "Here" I smile taking it "I will not lie, and you went to get flowers"
I smile "You are the best one I have ever known"
"I know, I heard that from you hundreds of times rescuing you from Lord Stark" he smiles "Go, Bran is practice"
I nod "Okay, see you" I head to Winterfell's main courtyard to see my brothers.
Jon Snow is 17 years old, and he is slender and darker than his half-brothers. His eyes are black and watchful. Robb Stark is also 17 years old, and he is handsome, big, and broad. He has fair skin and reddish-brown hair. Bran Stark, who is only 10 years old, is practicing archery with Robb and Jon.
Jon pats Bran's shoulder "Go on. Father's watching" I see Ned and Catelyn Stark watching from above "And Mother"
Lord Eddard 'Ned' Stark (40) his long brown hair stirring in the wind. His closely trimmed beard is shot with white. Ned has spent half his life training for war and the other half waging it, and his face conveys both authority and haunting sadness. Lady Catelyn Stark of House Tully (35) Ned's wife.
I smile at Father holding the basket of flowers and he glares back with the same glare at Catelyn's face. I'm fucked up now
Robb greets me "The knight came"
I roll my eyes at him "Gods"
Bran fires an arrow, but it misses the target, instead hitting a barrel. Bran stomps his foot in frustration. Jon goes over to put his arm around Bran's shoulders.
I stand next to Rickon give him the flower basket and kiss his cheek. I smile at Bran "You can do it, you have to believe in yourself" I look around, it must be the girls with Septa Mordane for the needlework practice inside the castle.
Bran tries and misses again.
Everyone laughs but Ned cuts our laughter "And which one of you was a marksman at ten? Keep practicing, Bran" he looks at me "Lyanna, you do it, teach your little brother" I look at him confused "Go on"
Catelyn holds his arm and under her breath talks "Not that much, she is a lady"
I take my arrow "Listen carefully, Bran... All you have to do" I relax my bow arm "Relax take a deep breath" I pull the arrow back "Believe in yourself... you can do more than that" I hit the bullseyes, Rickon claps, and I smile looking at my father as he smiles back proudly "That's it" I give Jon five.
Daeron claps with a smirk on his face "Look at you"
Robb with a smile "Great, sister"
Catelyn puts her hand on her face and sighs shaking her head "Gods"
Jon encourages him "Don't think too much, Bran"
Robb encourages him too "Relax your bow arm"
Bran pulls the arrow back. An arrow hits the bullseye. Bran is still with his arrow. Jon, I, and Robb turn in surprise to see Arya. Arya (11), is a skinny tomboy who curtsies after her perfect shot.
Robb, I, and Jon laugh as Bran takes out after Arya. Three of us cheer "Quick, Bran, faster!"
Narrator POV
Fathers' ward, Theon Greyjoy (19). Theon is an annoyed boy who bullies us for being bastards but in the end, he is our brother. Theon and Rodrick Cassel approach Ned and Catelyn on the balcony.
Rodrick says "Lord Stark. My lady. A guardsman just rode in from the hills. They've captured a deserter from the Night's Watch"
Ned grimaces "Get the lads to saddle their horses" Theon nods and departs.
Catelyn asks "Do you have to?"
"He swore an oath, Cat"
Rodrick says "The law is law, my lady"
Ned says "Tell Bran he's coming, too" Rodrick nods and departs.
Catelyn says "Ned. Ten is too young to see such things"
"He won't be a boy forever. And winter is coming"
"So don't take Lyanna that too much on a lady"
"Cat, Not again, Let her do what she wants, don't forget she is Snow"
Catelyn sighs "I know, Ned"
"Last time she ran away, we can't lose her again, I will deal with her about today" Ned departs.
Lyanna POV
In the courtyard, Robb, I, and Jon together, the boys gather the arrows. Robb turns to me with evil eyes "Father will kill you"
"Stop it, he will not, I will fix it" Robb raises his eyebrow "Maybe" I lower my head trying not to face Lady Catelyn.
Rickon cheers "Winter flowers"
I smile "Yes, Ree" Rickon takes a flower and puts it in my hair "Oh thank you"
Jon looks at me unsure "You left before sunrise, in the middle of the night, Why?"
"I couldn't have sleep, Jon"
Robb takes a deep breath "Well good reason, Father will kill her"
Jon wonders with him "We will bury or burn her"
"We can do both"
"Funny both of you" Catelynn turns and glares down at me "And I'm dead"
Jon looks at her "I can not do this anymore" he walks away.
Robb turns to Rickon "Lad, go run back and get the rest"
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In Hilltop, I, Robb, Jon, Bran, Daeron, Ned, and Theon. We are standing with our horses, Lord Ned Stark is accompanied by a dozen members of the household guard, all on horseback. Over our heads flaps the Stark banner: a gray dire wolf racing across an ice-white field.
South of the Wall the grass is still green and the sun is shining, but the air is cold enough to cloud the breath of four guardsmen as they escort Gared toward the stump of a massive oak tree. We see Will be taken to the block. He seems to have aged years, his eyes bloodshot and weary, his face haggard, his clothes filthy and torn.
My brothers and I sit on our horses. Bran sits very still, watching the doomed man. Bran has never seen an execution before. The prospect of it terrifies him, but he tries hard to imitate his father's solemn expression. The Guardsmen force Gared's head onto the stump as Ned dismounts.
Will mutters "White Walkers. I saw the White Walkers. White Walkers. The White Walkers, I saw them" I stare at him. I know it's stories only. Will and Ned face each other "I know I broke my oath. And I know I'm a deserter. I should have gone back to the Wall and warned them. But I saw what I saw. I saw the White Walkers. People need to know. If you can get word to my family, tell them I'm no coward. Tell them I'm sorry"
Ned nods yes, and Will is positioned on the tree limb that serves as a block. Ned draws ice from a scabbard held by Theon.
Will whispering "Forgive me, lord"
Theon hands over Ned's sword: Ice, a beautiful weapon, centuries old. Theon is the only man in the party wearing a Kraken sigil instead of a dire wolf. Ned peels off his gloves and hands them to Jory, Ned walks to the stump. He speaks in low tones to Will, who responds. Will's final words clearly trouble Ned, who studies the condemned man's face, judging his honesty. Bran watches from afar, his head slightly cocked, trying to make out what Will is saying. There is a great weariness in Ned's eyes as he places both hands on the hilt of his greatsword.
Ned bows his head over Ice "In the name of Robert of the House Baratheon, first of his name ..."
Jon to Bran "Don't look away"
"King of the Andals and the First Men ... "
"Father will know if you do"
"Lord of the Seven Kingdoms and protector of the realm, I, Eddard of the House Stark, Lord of Winterfell, and Warden of the North, sentence you to die" Ned swings Ice and beheads Will.
Jon to Bran "You did well" I still staring at the dead body until I grab back to reality as he holds my hand "It's okay, Lyanna"
I nod and he walks away. Robb turns and puts his arm around Bran and me and we go to our horses together.
Ned approaches me and Bran "You understand why I did it?"
I nod "Yes, Father"
Bran talks "Jon said He was a deserter"
"But do you understand why I had to kill him?"
"Our way is the old way?"
"The man who passes the sentence should swing the sword"
I ask "Is it true he saw the White Walkers?"
Ned explains "The White Walkers have been gone for thousands of years"
Bran asks "So he was lying?"
"A madman sees what he sees" he looks at me "When we arrive home, We have to talk" I smile nervously and stare at the mountain "Hey, Lyanna" I still staring "Lyanna" Ned knows that thing happened to me again "What are you seeing?"
I look at him without emotions "The black hair taking the silver one"
"What?"
"The black hair" I point at the mountain "Here, he going to take the silver" I point at the sky, Ned stares at me trying to understand what I'm saying, Daeron looks at him and nods means he understands what I'm saying.