Lyarra was awoke by her handmaiden Mora that morning, she was bath and dressed as soon as possible.

Today was the day the Boltons would arrive along with other northern houses her mother was determined to make a good impression.

Sansa was excited about it and hadn't stopped talking about it the last few days.

Lyarra on the other hand couldn't wait to get this over with, she knew her mother would try to find a betrothal for her.

Luckily her father could hold off her mother for a bit which was the betrothal of Domeric and Sansa.

Lyarra sat back in her vanity chair while Mora combined her hair softly, " Is it necessary to have my hair braided " Lyarra grumbled.

" Of course my lady it's important for you to look proper and representative when the Bolton's arrived you are the warden of the north eldest daughter " Mora exclaimed.

"It's Lyarra you don't have to call me my lady " Lyarra informed her.

" It would be improper to address you like that my lady " Mora pointed out.

" I'm allowing you to so what's the harm " Lyarra questioned turning her head to look up at Mora.

Mora smiled down at the young ice she-wolf she had always been kind and sweet and would often try to get to know her household workers a bit more.

But the girl didn't realize that it wasn't proper for a lady to interact with servants and handmaidens.

" Again it's not proper I'm your handmaiden and you are my lady " Mora explained.

" I don't see you as my handmaiden I see you as my friend," Lyarra said.

" I know " Mora signed.

As Lyarra lay back quietly letting Mora braid her hair she wondered why it was such an offensive for servants and handmaidens to interact with their ladies or lords at the end of the day they were her people it was her duty to get to take care of them and get to know her people.

She had asked her mother about one day and her mother had simply said they were of low status and that their jobs were to assist them in whatever way they needed.

But the young ice she-wolf didn't care that lowborn or highborn didn't matter to her she believed everyone was the same it didn't matter if they had no titles or lands.

But the world she was in begged to differ, she hoped one-day things would change for the better.

                           Later On

As Lyarra was lined up with her parents and siblings, she stood in between Robb and Sansa behind her stood Jon and Theon much to her displeasure.

She had argued with her mother once more that Jon deserved to be up there with the rest of them saying he was Stark her mother had taken it as a sign of disrespect and struck her across the face.

Her father intervened and scolded her mother for hitting her, her mother then began to argue with her father about Jon calling him a bastard claiming he had turned her children against him, and demanding her father foster him elsewhere.

Her father refused, of course, making her mother angrier for the rest of the morning the two hadn't spoken to one another.

Soon the gates opened and in rode Lord Roose Bolton with his bastard son Ramsay Snow and his smallest trueborn son Domeric along with their man.

Lyarra stared at the ground wanting nothing more than to go to the chambers she wasn't in the mood to host.

Sansa's eyes soon lay on Domeric who was staring at her already, she sent him a shy smile which he returned.

Lord Bolton made his way over to the quiet young wolf and bowed, " Lord Stark, Lady Stark thank you gracefully inviting us "

Ned nodded with a smile, " The pleasure was all mine.

" I don't think you have had the honor of meeting my heir Domeric, Domeric come here," Lord Bolton said.

Domeric hop off his horse with a struggle causing Ramsay to snicker at him, Domeric made his way towards his father and Lord Stark before bowing.

" My lord, my lady, thank you for inviting me into your home, your home is quite beautiful " Domeric said.

" It is our pleasure to have you " Catelyn smiled looking at the boy in approval he would be perfect for her Sansa.

Domeric soon turned to Sansa and made his way over to her and bowed, " My lady " He lifted up her hand kissing it gently.

" My lord " Sansa giggled.

" Seven hells " Arya gagged at the interaction.

" You all must be tired from your journey my daughters Lyarra and Sansa will escort you to your chambers, " Catelyn said.

" Go on get settled in I must have a chat with Lord Stark in private " Roose informed his youngest son who nodded.

Lord Bolton headed inside with the quiet wolf along with Catelyn, Arya, Robb, Bran, and Rickon trailed behind them.

" Come I am sure you will love Winterfell " Sansa smiled linking arms with Domeric taking him inside

Lyarra rolled her eyes following after the pair in annoyance.

                    Sometime Later

After showing the youngest Bolton heir around,  Lyarra and Sansa showed the young lad to his chambers and left him to get settled in.

As the two sisters were walking back, " Isn't he amazing Lya he's so handsome can you believe it I will be Lady Bolton one day " Sansa gushed.

" It sounds amazing Sans " Lyarra grumbled.

" I know you must be feeling jealous now but don't worry mother and father will find you a bethored one day and you'll be the ruling lady " Sansa exclaimed.

" I'm not jealous Sans I'm happy for you and as for me, I will never marry, " Lyarra said.

" This again Lya don't be stupid you know one day you'll marry I don't know why you just won't accept that I try so hard to get you and Arya to become ladies but instead you acting like wild animals " Sansa scoffed.

" That's who we are and if you can't accept that then don't but you're not going to change who we are " Lyarra snarled getting angry at her sister's comments.

" Mother isn't happy with your guys' behavior " Sansa points out.

" Mother isn't happy about anything no matter what I do I'll always be seen as a disappointment in her eyes " Lyarra signed.

" Mother loves you know I don't understand why you are letting the bastard get in between you and mother, defending him today saying he should stand up there with us was a disgrace you know how mother feels about the bastard, " Sansa said.

"His name is Jon and he's our brother he deserves to be up there with us " Lyarra yelled tired of the way Sansa treated Jon.

Sansa was a mini version of their mother often sending him dirty looks, calling him a bastard who couldn't stand to look at him.

Questioning her and Arya why they were spending time with him when they should e spending time with their trueborn brothers.

" Half brother father dishonored mother and brought home a bastard how do you expect mother to feel about that " Sansa hissed.

" Father made a mistake like everyone else does Jon shouldn't be held accountable for father's actions he is innocent in all of this " Lyarra exclaimed.

" He's a bastard Lya that's who he is and that's who he'll always be " Sansa growled and pushed past her harshly walking away.

Lyarra began to feel the anger in her rising up she was sick of her mother and Sansa putting Jon down and her father not doing anything about it.

As her eyes began to glow a bright blue color she curl her hands into fists her hands beginning to freeze up.

Unaware that a trail of ice was starting to form around her, Lyarra looked down in horror and rush back to her chambers the ice trailing growing more behind her.

                    Later That Day

After setting down in her chambers, it was time for the welcoming feast that her father and mother were hosting in honor of the Bolton and other northern houses that were joining them.

Lyarra entered the grand hall with Arya both wearing long blue dresses wearing winter rose flower crowns, as they made their way to the high table all eyes were on them.
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Lyarra keep her held high and took her seat next to her father and Lord Bolton, Arya sat beside her on the other side Sansa and Domeric were talking among one another, Robb talking with a girl,  her mother sitting beside her father's left side holding Rickon in her lap next to her sat Bran who was talking with Rickon.

Down below Jon and Theon were seated along with Ramsay Snow, her mother claiming to have a bastard at the main table was disrespectful and Theon was just a ward.

" You look beautiful my lady " Lord Bolton complimented starting at the ice-she wolf wondering why the quiet wolf didn't offer her to  Domeric.

She was the quiet wolf's eldest daughter and was more beautiful she looked much like her father and had the northern spirit much like her youngest sister Arya while the red wolf and the young wolf took after their mother with their Tully red hair and blue eyes.

" Thank you, my lord " Lyarra smiled.

" You look beautiful little wolves " Ned smiled at his daughters while eyeing their flower crowns in interest,  blue roses were Lyanna's favorite.

Both of his daughters took a bit after their aunt.

" I wanted to wear breeches but mother force me to wear a dress saying it was proper " Arya grumbled.

" You look beautiful Arya " Catelyn smiled glad that her younger daughter was looking proper for once.

" Father, why is Jon not sitting up here with us I mean he's one of us he should be up here," Lyarra said.

" Lya, he's a bastard it wouldn't be proper " Ned signed.

" He's one of us father he should be up here with us " Lyarra grumbled.

" Lya you know how your mother would feel about that " Ned signed.

" Can I sit next to Jon?" Arya asked looking at her father who nodded.

Arya rose from her seat and made her way toward the lower tables and sat down next to Jon.

" May I go as well? " Lyarra asked looking at her father with beaming eyes who smiled at her knowing he couldn't refuse his daughter's request and nodded

Lyarra got up from her seat and joined Arya and Jon down below at the lower tables, the trio of siblings laughing among one another.

Catelyn stared down at her daughters conversation with the bastard and looked over at her husband in disproval no matter what she did or say her daughters would have free will to do whatever they want.

She never understood why her two daughters couldn't just listen to her they were truly Ned's daughters they had the northern looks and the spirit of a wolf all of her children did but Lyarra and Arya were more so.

She had tried to get the two to become ladies but the two wouldn't listen, they would have to listen to her one day.

                      Meanwhile

Down below at the lower tables, As Lyarra was chatting with Theon and Jon she felt a tap on her shoulder she turned around and her eyes met with brown eyes she soon noticed it was Ramsay Snow Lord Bolton's illegality son.

" Hello " Lyarra greeted with a smile.

" My lady I must say you look dashing tonight " Ramsay smirked lifting her hand to his lips smooching it.

The young ice she-wolf yanked her hand back from his grasp, " Thank you ".

" I must say I was curious to hear that your father cast you aside and choose Sansa for my little brother you are his eldest daughter after all " Ramsay exclaimed.

" I'm happy for my sister she'll make a fine Lady Bolton one day " Lyarra answered.

" Still you would be suited more for it you are quite a beauty more beautiful than your sister some would say " Ramsay whispered in her ear while twirling the ends of her hair with his hand.

" My sister is very beautiful my lord she is the true beauty of the north " Lyarra corrected in truth she didn't believe herself to be beautiful she thought herself to be a curse forced to wear gloves the rest of her life to hide her abomination powers away.

" I feel you have mistaken my lady " Ramsay purred while petting her on the head gently.

" Can you stop touching me " Lyarra mumbled?

" Are you not comfortable my lady forgive me I only mean to compliment you " Ramsay said with a twisted smile as he grabbed hold of his hand with his squeezing it tightly.

" You're hurting me " Lyarra whimpered lowly as she tried to tear away from the snow boy's grasp but his hold only tightened.

" Don't interrupt me " Ramsay warned and twisted her hand harshly causing her to cry out a bit.

" Let her go " Jon snarled standing up and looking at Ramsay with anger in his eyes.

" Or what bastard " Ramsay challenged.

Lyarra soon yanked herself free from his hold and got up from the table making her way outside.

As Lyarra was walking outside the night was cold and windy just like she likes it,  she soon made her way to the god's woods and sat under the weirwood tree.

She took off her gloves and noticed her hands were icy cold,  " it wouldn't do any harm to practice "  Lyarra thought she looked around making sure she was alone before beginning to play around with her magic.

She create a snowflake in her hand and began to stare at it in awe, how she longed for it to be winter again.

Winter was her favorite season she loved it when it would snow for days during the winter days she would practice her magic more and more with her father's approval.

Sometimes she felt amazing at what she could do other times afraid of hurting someone she loved.

She often felt fear at what would happen if anyone find out the truth, would they think her to be a monster, people accused of being witches were often burned at the stake.

Lyarra felt magic was special there was nothing wrong with it the only thing she hated was she couldn't control her magic easily she longed to find someone like her that could teach her control.

But she would never find anyone with freakish magical powers like her, for the young ice she-wolf would find herself wrong one day.

" Lya, Lya, Lya " a familiar voice called out, Lyarra slide back on her gloves quickly before standing up on alert.

As Lyarra was about to take out her dagger that she kept hidden under her boots, she sighed in relief when she saw that it was only Robb and Jon.

" What are you doing out here it's cold " Robb exclaimed before taking off his cloak and handing it to her.

" I just need some space and besides the cold doesn't bother me " Lyarra answered.

" Did Ramsay hurt you?" Jon asked in concern.

" No he didn't just twist my hand a bit there's something wrong with that boy " Lyarra muttered.

" We should inform father about this he has no right putting his hands on you " Robb growled at what he was hearing.

" Robb it's okay just leave it be " Lyarra said.

Robb nodded respecting his sister's wishes,

" We should head back inside before Lord Stark starts looking for us " Jon suggests.

" Father " Lyarra corrected him.

" Lya I'm a " Jon trailed off.

" You're our brother it doesn't matter what our mother says you are one of us," Robb said.

" We love you, you belong with us at the high table " Lyarra smiled.

" Guys, I " Jon was about to say but Robb cut him off.

" Come on," Robb said linking arms with him as well as Lyarra the trio went back inside and brought their brother to the high table much to their mother's protests but their father had let it slide.

It didn't matter what their mother said Jon was their brother and deserves to sit on the high tables with them.

Lyarra didn't care what her mother would say Jon was her brother and she wouldn't treat him differently just because they were half-siblings.

                       Author Note

Another update yay woohoo I am trying to wrap up Lyarra childhood storyline and move towards the time skip

Lyarra and Catelyn doesn't get along no surprise there , Lyarra loves Jon dearly and is overprotective over him and will get in spat with Catelyn over how she treats him as well as Arya

Ramsay be a an evil bastard as always don't worry I have something planned for him in the long run

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