Under the conditions of their father, Jon and Lyanna were allowed to attend the feast that night. To appease Lady Stark, however, they had to sit at the very back with the young squires and the occasional common person.

Ever since her father told them that in the late afternoon whilst Jon and Lyanna were fighting with blunt swords, Lyanna had wished she would be able to sit with her siblings. She wished it for the rest of that fight, which she won, she wished it for the whole time she was getting dressed into a think, woollen white dress with a black fur cloak, and she even wished it as she was walking into the dining hall.

However, Lyanna's opinion changed completely as she sat down with Jon at one of the wooden benches at the back. Lyanna realised that they had received the longer straw when the food began to be served, the music began to be played and the people surrounding them began to chatter and laugh. Lyanna, though isolated from her siblings and father, felt like being a bastard finally had an advantage and she knew Jon was thinking the same.

"There are very few times being a bastard has paid off," Jon commented as a serving wench filled their goblets full of wine.

"Like the fact we are allowed our wolves," Lyanna nodded in agreement.

"We can drink as much wine as we want," Jon chimed in, adding another positive of the night onto the list. Their father had permitted each of his children, including Jon and Lyanna, one cup of wine each that night. However, they were sat far from Lord Stark, meaning he wouldn't be able to tell how much the drank.

Lyanna would have said how they wouldn't have to sit next to the Lannister's, but they were surrounded by squires for the royal party who may take offence. Lyanna was having such a good a good time she didn't want to say anything which would spoil it.

As servers brought food around and put plate full's of all different foods down on their benches, Lyanna saw the two young dire wolves from under the table staring up at both Jon and herself. Winter was practically identical to Jon's wolf Ghost, except Winter had a black patch on her right eye and was slowly developing black speckles on her nose and ears. Lyanna grabbed a honey roasted pheasant from one of the plates as Jon filed his goblet for the third time that night. Lyanna was pacing herself with the wine, not wanting to get too drunk.

As she ate the delicious food and drank the sweet northern wine, Lyanna watched as the rest of her family ate, sat among the royal family. Sansa had a red tint in her cheeks, obviously because she was sat next to the prince, talking to him about something which she could not hear. Arya was sat awkwardly next to Tommen and Myrcella, with no interest in talking to either of them. For once, Lyanna sympathised with Lady Stark as she was sat next to Queen Cersei whilst her husband was laughing with the king, like they were catching up for the fourteen years they had not seen each other.

"Don't you feel sorry for them?" Lyanna said to Jon, glancing over to Bran, who saw her looking and waved.

"Of course," he laughed, downing another cup of wine and Lyanna ate another small pheasant.

"Slow down with the wine, Jon," Lyanna said to him as he filled it up again. She heard a low groan from under the table, which made Lyanna stare at the two wolves.

"Are you still hungry?" Jon laughed at Ghost, who was drooling at the sight of the small bird Lyanna was biting into.

Jon grabbed the whole chicken carcass which was left on the table which no one had touched and threw it to the two dire wolves. Lyanna watched as the two laid down, ripping pieces off with their sharp teeth.

Lyanna felt a hand stroke her shoulder. She turned around to see a sleazy, drunk squire. His face was bright red because of the amount he had drank and clean shaven but yet he looked filthy. His clothes reeked of wine and he himself smelt musty. He was smiling at her and, though she had no experience, se knew what he wanted.

"What's your price, love? I'm only here for a few weeks and I want the prettiest girls in Winterfell," He requested lustfully which made Lyanna want to throw up. She got up from the bench she was sat at. She had not gotten up for almost two hours and she didn't realise how stiff her legs had gotten.

Lyanna was not going to say anything but as she tried to walk away, he put his hand on her shoulder, pulling her towards him. Jon saw, stood up and was pulling Lyanna back in seconds.

"Is there a problem?" Jon glared at the man, holding onto his sister's arm protectively.

"The girl is pretty, finer than any in King's Landing," He continued, still lustfully looking at Lyanna. "If she is yours, I will pay you well,"

"Pick a hell and go there," Lyanna spat at him. Just like she had done with Jeoffrey, She hit him but this time, much harder and with her fist. Her fist slammed into his cheek bone as he fell over from the force of her fist.

Winter jumped from where she was hiding and began growling at the man menacingly. The man looked terrified at the wolf but that did not stop him getting back up and trying to touch her again. This time, as Jon was about to punch him, Lyanna saw a pair of hands grab his shoulders, spinning him around. Lyanna could not see the mystery person, only his hands and the fact he had kneed the hankering squire where it hurt most for men.

"Leave this place, and never touch her again," she heard a familiar voice say.

The squire ran away, running out of the doors. Lyanna saw that the man who had protected her was none other than her uncle Benjen who had rode down to Winterfell from Castle Black, where he was First Ranger. He had obviously seen the conflict and came over to help.

"Are you okay, child?" he asked her concernedly. Lyanna did not know what to say and she had not seen her uncle in at least five years so all she did was throw her arms around his neck and pulled him into a tight embrace.

He chuckled at her as she pulled away. "Uncle Benjen!" Jon exclaimed, also hugging their uncle.

"Why are you not with the others?" He asked them both, to which Jon and Lyanna looked at each other embarrassedly.

"Lady Stark thought it would be rude to sit bastards with royalty," they said at the same time, shrugging.

"Of course she did," He nodded.

Lyanna felt like she needed to go get some air in that moment. She dismissed herself from her brother and uncle, calling her dire wolf after her.

As soon as she was outside, she sighed out, feeling tears run down her cheeks. Lyanna hadn't cried in a long time and she never wanted to cry. She hated crying. It was a weakness and weaknesses weren't something that should be shown off. However, Lyanna couldn't help but be bothered by what had just happened.

If Jon and Benjen had not of been there then who knew what would of happeed. Sure, Lyanna could handle herself, but she had only been training for a month. The sleazy squire looked much stronger and older, he didn't even look like a squire. If they were alone, he could have easily over powered her and had his way with her. That was a downside to being a woman in Westeros; you were treated like you weren't important and only there for pleasure, and repopulation. Of course Lords needed daughter's to marry off to make their house bonds stronger, but that just made things worse. Women were pawns in this game of thrones and they could never break that cycle, no matter how hard they tried.

Lyanna sat down on the cold cobblestones, which was covered in a thin layer of snow. Lyanna felt cold but it was a refreshing feeling. Lyanna had never been anywhere but Winterfell, which left her unsure what it even felt like to be completely warm. Sure in summer in Winterfell, it was not as cold as in winter, but there was always a chilly breeze. There was normally a sprinkle of snow in the mornings or late at night, which sometimes left it white over if it was an especially cold night. That was infrequent though, as Winterfell was built on hot springs which left all the walls warm and steamy whilst all the bedrooms could often get sweltering.

A few minutes passed and Lyanna pulled herself up, wiping away her cool, salty tears. She glanced over to where the archery targets had been left out, next to the bow and arrows. Lyanna, who did not want to go back inside just yet, ran to the bows. She picked one up, strung it up with an arrow. Just like she had shown Bran all those weeks ago, she pulled the string back, keeping her elbow straight and letting the flights touch her cheek. She let it fly, striking the centre of the target. She grabbwd another arrow quickly and repeated her actions, hitting the previous arrow, splitting it in two. She shot, again and again, hitting the middle each time.

"You've gotten good," she heard her uncle Benjen say from behind her. She spun around, smirking slighty.

"I've been training," she explained, hinting slightly at the Wall.

For what?" he laughed. He obviously didn't understand.

"For the Wall," she said simply. She saw him chuckle before his face fell.

"I just had the same conversation with Jon but yet this one makes much less sense," he shook his head, sighing. "Lyanna, why would you want to go to the Wall? The Night's Watch is for men only, and even if you were a boy, you're much too young, you haven't even lived yet,"

"I know you are short of men there, I know that, you should be glad to have me there," she addressed the flaws in the watch, trying to convince him. "From what I've heard, the only recruits you get are criminals, you should be happy that I am actually volunteering, rather than people who chose the Watch over castration,"

He sighed again. "No, Lyanna," her uncle insisted. "Its not a safe place for girls,"

"I' not a girl, I'm a woman!" she declared angrily.

"More the reason not for you to come then," He pointed out. "Most of the men at the wall are, like you say, criminals. Men and criminals who have sworn to celibacy, they have not seen a woman in months or even years and then you show up. What do you think it going to happen to you then?"

"I can look after myself!" Lyanna snapped.

"It didn't seem that way earlier, child," He sighed, smiling sadly at his niece. She did not know the true horrors of the wall like he did as First Ranger. She did not understand what really happened. She did not know how many men they lost beyond the wall, to the wildlings, to the cold. Though it was something he did not want to think about, they had probably lost countless men to the White Walker's without realising.

Lyanna was furious and upset but she did not want to voice it to her uncle. She turned and ran away from him, throwing the bow she had been holding to the side. She ran up to her bedroom, up the many stone stairs. Lyanna threw herself onto the bed, crying into her pillow.

For the past month, all Lyanna could think about was being part of the Night's Watch. In fairness, it was all she really wanted, being a protector in the north. She should have known that she would have never gotten there. Life was just not that fair.

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Hey guys!

I'm posting tonight because I'm going to a concert tomorrow night. However tomorrow is a big day or me, as well as the concert, tomorrow is my last day in Year 10! I cannot believe that a year ago today I was in year nine, the year has passed so fast and I have grown so much as a person in such a short space of time. I think I have GOT to thank for that, and fan fic for that matter.

So what did you think of that chapter? I personally love it because I love Benjen Stark (I honestly thought he was coming back, which meant I was double heart broken at the end of season five). Leave me a comment and vote if you liked it.

See you next week,

~Olivia