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A long soft wind wafted over the green lands aorund a solitary castle. This was the castle of the golden dragon, Acacgon of the Rising Sun. His people were feared and respected in his land Dragorath. Dragorath, you see, was a land far away from Westeros, the land of the Seven kingdoms. They didn't have anything like the kingdoms at all; only one King ruled over the whole.

No jarls, no lords, nothing. There were ordinary folk, though, and lots of them. The King and queen had two daughters, one whose hair was the color of the night and the other the color of snow that capped Dragorath's mountains. Her name in the family was Galia, but in the seven kingdoms known as y/n. The King and queen lost her at a very young age after they had an errand to the kingdom of North. And that's how Ned found y/n young and left alone in the wild.

And now, when she was a lady at the age of Sansa, she still didn't know about her parentage. Edward didn't know if ye really should tell his adoptive daughter that he found her in the forest. She seemed so happy with her siblings.

Meanwhile, in Dragorath, a queen was crying yet another night. "My dear, she won't come back to us if we cry about it," her husband Acacon said softly to his wife, who leaned fwd into the touch of the gentle dragon. "I know, my love, but I miss ger. Shade shouldn't grow up without a sister she never knew then, so find out about her. That's going to break her," the queen Lioa spoke, looking at her youngest daughter, sitting against the window shield, watching the night.

"She'll find out soon enough, anyway. We should go soon to bed, my dear," the octagon said gently, and he and his wife fell asleep.

Soon indeed would, their oldest daughter finds out about her true family. The question is, how will she react?

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From the stronghold's gates, the King's Road wends its way to the horizon -- where specks of red and gold appear, barely visible. Then, very slowly, they grow larger. Finally, the King's party approaches. On a tower within Winterfell's gates, Bran climbs down the side of the building, his hands and feet finding purchase on its jutting stones with a monkey's unthinking agility. Climbing is as natural to him as studying is onerous. He smiles as he makes his way toward the ground in record time, very pleased with himself--Until his mother yanks him off the stones. Catelyn lowers him to the ground and sternly waits for an explanation. 

"I was... I was..." his mother cuts him off, not hearing nor sensing the lady behind her. "You were bored with your lesson, so you decided to climb the castle walls, even though I've forbidden it two hundred times." Bran lowered his head, not wanting to utter a word "Brandon... I want you to promise me: No more climbing. Promise." then the lady made herself known "mother let him do as he pleases" Catelyn turned around facing her adoptive daughter "why aren't you at your lessons with Sansa and Arya?" she question at once but Y/n raise a brow "I've better things to do mother. Now let Bran go, and I will ensure his safety" Catelyn sighs and let Bran go over to his adoptive sister, who crouches down to his height "come, young brother," she says and smiles at him, leading him away from teh wall and his mother.

"why must she always interfere?" the young wolf complains when they're far from Catelyn. Y/n chuckles "young brother, I don't know, but she cares about you. You're her son, and a mother wolf always cares for her pups away how big or small they may be" Bran smiles up at his sister and grabs her hand "want to play with me and the pup?" the lady nods and follows Bran to his chambers.

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Later on, all the Starks are at the far end of the courtyard as the King's party pours through the gates of Winterfell in a river of gold, silver, and steel, one hundred strong. The lead Stark, Ned, stands there; his face betrays nothing as he watches the King's party approach with his family beside him. Y/n also has an emotionless mask; her head held high. She seems so regal. Soon a Knight known as Jamie Lannister rides through the gate and into the courtyard. Bran learns to his brother Jon and whispers, "Is that the King? Jon glance at Y/n, who has her face toward the young Knight. Her posture gives away that she doesn't like this one at all. Jon smiles faintly before answering his brother, "That's Jaime Lannister. TheKingslayer"

Then Tyrion Lannister rides behind his brother Jaime, studying the castle and its occupants, missing nothing. A young boy called Joffery, the crown prince, tall for his age and haughty, rides in after. Beside him rides a man with terrible burn scars covering half his face. Then, finally, a vast man approaches, flanked by knights in snow-white cloaks. A black beard covers his double chin, but nothing can hide the belly threatening to burst his doublet's buttons. This is King Robbert. He vaults from his warhorse and gives Ned an imperious once-over. "You've gotten fat, " the King says, and Ned tries to maintain his stony decorum, but it's hope then. For the first time, Y/n sees him laugh -- and it becomes clear that Ned and the King are old friends.

Y/N, on the other hand, feels eyes on her, fully knowing who it is.

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"Take me down to your crypt. I want to pay my respects." Robert says to Ned, who nods. "take me down as well, father" a soft voice comes from behind the northern King, and Ned turns around, seeing Y/n "ah, so this is your adoptive daughter." Robert says, smiling. Y/n gives the King a curt nod. "I am your grace, though.." she trails off, looking the Stag dead in the eye "you are a king of many women... don't try to fool me" the King is taken back by the young she wolf's words while her brothers try to hide their smiles. "don't mind my daughter she is a little quick spoken," Ned says smiling a little nervously. But instead of getting angry, the King chuckles, "No, no, it's fine. I like her" Ned smiles. 

"We've been riding since dawn. Surely, the dead will wait." Cersei speaks up, getting a stern look from her husband, but the lioness stares back just as intense and uncowed. Finally, Robert turns and walks away. After an awkward glance at the Queen, Ned leads Robert toward one of Winterfell's old towers, with Y/n following after glancing over her shoulder at her family. 

Once they get inside, Ned holds a lantern leading the King and his adoptive daughter down the narrow, winding stone steps. "I thought we'd never get here. All the talk about my Seven Kingdoms...a man forgets your part is as big as the other six combined." Robert bellows, and Y/n wince softly at the high sound. "It snowed on us! Snow!" he then exclaims, and the female wolf scoffs "it's the north, my king. it always snows here," she said calmly, not bothering to care about her father's warning glare. As they descend, their breath becomes more and more visible from the cold, and Robert's becomes more and more labored. "How will you stand it, man, when winter finally comes? Your balls frozen up into your guts for the next twenty or thirty years?" Y/n doesn't listen as the men talk, only having her attention on the building around her. 

She'd rarely been down here; after all, she didn't like dark places but knowing she had her father with her she knew she was safe. 

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