Rickon was an adventures child, as most kids were. He had been felt neglected since Bram fell from that tower, and whst could unsupervised children do? Go places where they shouldn't be.

It was in one such trip to the crypts that the baby Stark, accompanied by Shaggydog saw something that would have them questioning everything. Crows were not usually allowed to be in such places; they were birds, not bats.

It was clear that this particular bird had been to the castle before, but this was not any bird. Rickon could tell, given his eye shape. No crow would have such narrow eyes with epicanthic folds.

"You're not a real crow, you're a winged warrior. Tsuki would correct me every time I said that."

The bird flew from its makeshift perch, beckoning the baby wolf to follow him out of the dark place. Rickon wasn't sure if he should obey, but it seemed like Shaggydog was curious.

Direwolves truly were the extensions of their owners.

The best place to practice magic was always the castle Godswood. Rickon knew this was where the bird was leading him, so he decided to obey.,

It was also the place where Lyarra and Samara used to practice their craft.

"I saw you through my wolf. You were in the Broken Tower when Samara fainted, and Tsuki gave his warning." he stated upon reaching the area.

"Clever boy." replied a deep voice.

To Rickon 's delight, the fake crow finally undid his disguise. This spirit had a face shrouded by a red mask with a very long nose, long, silver hair, clad in black and the signature crow wings.

"I forgot your name." Rickon uttered, bashfully.

"It' s all right, boy. Just call me Hayate."

"I have have a name, it's Rickon."

" All right, Rickon it is "

The youngest Stark studied the older warrior. He seemed fine, red mask aside.

" Are you a Targaryen, is that why you hide your face so much? King Robert hates them. "

"No, little pup. I was once a mortal like you. If only I haven't been so arrogant in life, I wouldn't have to watch every tragedy that happened in this world."

"If Jaime Lannister keeps being cocky, he might end up like you."

"My my, a Westerosi tengu is a first."

Both child and spirit laughed to their heart's content, until a certain someone entered the area. Lady Stark froze in horror upon what she saw.

"Rickon, get away from him!"

The boy didn't listen. He had meant to ask the warrior a very important question, and it had to be done quickly.

"What were you doing in the Broken Tower!, Mister Hayate?"

"Gathering evidence that your brother did not fall; he was pushed."

"That's the only way for my squirrel of a brother to fall.  Why would someone push him?"

"He might have seen something dire."

"Mister Hayate, please tell us! For the sake of my grieving mother, and for Samara."

"You won't like the answer."

"Spit it out, or I will tell the queen the truth about your demon descendant and his cohort."

"Mother, you forget yourself!"

Hayate admired this young boy; he appreciated someone who respected  spirits.  His mother on the other hand, was getting I reason unreasonable though he understood where she was coming from.

He was not giving her the satisfaction of closure.

He bent doen to Rickon's height, and whispered in his ear —

"Jaime Lannister."

                      Meanwhile

The joruney to King's Landing was nothing but tiresome and long, they currently stopped and made camp at the trident where King Robert was boasting on how he slay the silver prince Rhaegar Targaryen in battle and drowned the blasted dragon to death.

During that time, Lyarra has made it her mission to keep away from a certain golden lion knight who has kept away from her the last few days.

Samara had suggested that this could be the perfect opportunity to practice her magic since there was endless of tress around them where no could see them.

Now, as they stood in front of a river Samara demonstrate to the ice dragon on some skills that she learned from Fuyutsuki her master.

" Now, you don't only have the abilities to control and make ice and snow you also have the abilities to control water and shape the water into whatever you want to be " Samara said.

" Okay, tell me what do I do next " Lyarra signed as she shakily took over her blue gloves laying them on the side.

" This first one is easy just bend and push the water back " Samara said before demonstrate it for her.

The ice dragon looked on in awe as she saw the Sourceess moved the water back and forth with little struggles.

" Now, you try " Samara smiled.

Lyarra took a deep breath before closing her eyes,  " Remember thinking of what you want the water to do you are in control of it not the other way " Samara whispered in her ear.

The young ice dragon eyes opened and icy blue eyes displayed.

It was during one of those attempts that she had walked with Arya and Samara by the river, the trio enjoying the view.  Arya was always a lover of nature and in her excitement, accidentally threw her fake sword into the river.

"Oh no! I'm supposed to be sword fighting with Mycsh today; what use is an unarmed opponent?" she had remarked.

Thinking the stick could be forever lost to the Trident 's currents, Lyarra had done something she had never expected to do.

Another type of energy burst forth from her hand, lifting up some of the water from the river and forming a large ribbon that stopped Arya' s 'weapon' ' from falling. Like someone using levitation magic, she summoned the stick to her other hand, the ribbons of water following the command, albeit getting a little disfigured in the process.

"Seven hella, Lya!" exclaimed the younger wolf.

"Worry not, ice and water are pretty much the same."

"Indeed, one can move and the other is compact."

After Arya got her stick back, she left the two magicians alone ; she had vowed to herself that she would keep that discovery a secret.

In their world, happy moments never last long. As Arya was heading back to the main camp, seven men in black shrouds emerged from the woods, swords and daggers in hand.

Arya may have seen herself a great swordsman before, but she was young and inexperienced. Noticing one of the men come forewarned, she realized that she had to do something.

"W—what do you want?" The young she-wolf stammered out

"A better life. You so-colled nobility has had it easy for far too long. Let's see what happens when your blood is spilled into that river." said one of them.

Only a few miles from home and this happens? Southerners truly mean trouble

One of the assassins lunged forward, attempting to hit the young wolf where it truly hurt. Now on pure adrenaline, Arya dodged the attack, drawing our Needle. She had learned sword-drawing while observing how Jon or the other Stark soldiers did them, but a certajm foreign mentor had given the Snow a piece of advice.

"No, Jon. Do not let your enemy know how long that is." he said, drawing his own katana.

Arya had recalled her half-brother (or cousin) 's surprise when he realized the length of that sword hiding just behind that tsuba, a ring shaped hand guard on the hilt of a katana.

Arya realized that drawing her sword without the special hand guard proved difficult, but she did it anyway.

The bandit was not exactly impressed with the young she-wolf. Rushing forward for the kill, he had not expected to meet his own demise at the hand, or in this case, blade of a child.

Stick them with the pointy end, Jon's words rang in her ear.

She may have førgottrn about those fancy footwork and stunts for a second, but her survival came first.

She did not know when reinforcements would arrive, but if she could count on something, it was her direwolf Nymeria howled.

Suddenly footsteps began to approach, Lyarra and Samara can rushing towards the small she-wolf and saw a dead man's body on the floor next to her.

" Little she-wolf are you alright " Lyarra asked coming towards her little sister and gathering her in her arms.

" What do you want " Samara spoke up staring at the rest of the bandits circling around them with their swords and daggers pointed out towards them.

" What do we want " one of them chuckled

" You bitches cunts you are quite beautiful for noble ladies we'll have fine taking turns fucking you " another one of them spat out.

" Arya, run we'll hold them off " Lyarra said before placing the little she-wolf down and drawing her sword along with Samara the two best friend standing their ground.

" I'm not leaving you guys here alone I want to fight alongside you " Arya spoke up drawing her sword up ready to fight the group of bandits.

" This is not up for debate " Samara added.

All of the man began to laugh, " You're just girls you can't fight for shit "

" Want a bet " Lyarra challenged before drawing her dagger from her boot and throwing it at one of the bandits which landed in their eyes causing the man to scream out loudly.

" You bitches " one of the man growled starting to charge towards them, Samara stood in front of Lyarra and Arya protectively and began to strike back aganist the man in one of her hand she held her dagger and swung the dagger at the man throat cutting it instantly.

As Lyarra was battling two of the bandits she turning for a spilt second and saw Arya having trouble battling one.

The young ice dragon got the upper hand and swung the two bandits by their feet before slitting their throats with the quickness of her dagger.

Lyarra made her way over to her sister and jumped in front of her protectively trying to hold off the bandit that was holding an axe in his hand swinging it over her head which she docked easily.

Both sisters held their swords up swinging at the bandits together, suddenly more bandits started to circling around them.

" Shit " Lyarra breathe out heavily before thrusting her sword into the bandit chest harshly and instantly slicing through it's head cutting it off.

" We're surrounded " Arya mumbled scarily.

The Sourceess soon stood side by side with Lyarra and Arya as more bandits circled around them, " We're outnumbered " Samara
muttered.

" Maybe, not if you and Lya doing some magic tricks on these bandits " Arya suggested.

" Magic, you think that's going to save you " one of the bandits snarled.

As three of them came charging at them , Lyarra and Samara eyes began to glow a bright blue and firerly colors before summoning ice and fire balls in their hands before throwing at them.

Screams began to erupt all around them, more came over to them with their swords drawn but the young ice dragon with the quickness of her hand froze then where they stood before directing more ice out of her hands and at the bandits.

"Witches " one of the bandits growled and was about to strike them where they stood but began to gaging out loudly and started to hold onto his threat, Samara lifted the man into the air with her mind and started to choke the man harshly.

Blood started to come out from his eyes and mouth before vomiting out dirt, The Sourceess then snapped the man neck with a wave of her hand and threw him harshly to the ground.

" Woah " Lyarra and Arya said in union staring at Samara impressed.

3 more bandits remained standing and stared at The Sourceess in fear and tried running away not wanting to face her wrath but Lyarra caught guard on that and instantly froze them with the wave of her hand.

The sounds of battle cries surrounded them, "Sansa " Lyarra blurted out .

" We have to go find her " Arya said.

" There's more out there " Samara said hearing more movement around them.

The three rushed through the tress and made their way back to camp where they saw dead bodies everywhere, some King guard laid dead on the floor.

Soon they heard a loud scream from nearby, Lyarra, Arya and Samara rushed towards the sound and saw Sansa and Septa Moore with Prince Joffrey and Tommen along with Princess Myrcella bandits surrounded them all.

" Step back flity dogs " Joffrey yelled before drawing his sword and tried swung it at the bandits but missed.

" You missed your highness " one of the bandits mocked before drawing his sword and striking the golden prince across the face causing him to cry out harshly.

" Joffrey " Tommen and Myrcella cried out for their brother.

" Idiot " Samara mumbled before making her way towards the frighten group with her sword drawn as well as the two sisters trailing behind her.

In the corner of her eye, Lyarra saw one of the bandits about to cut through Princess Myrcella she instantly rushed over toward the princess and pushed the princess down protecting her from the blow.

" Lady Lyarra " Myrcella greeted scarily.

" Run, go get help " Lyarra instructed her before setting her eyes on the angry bandit in front of her.

Myrcella nodded and rush out of there with Tommen trying to find someone to help them.

" What are you some sort of hero " the man spat out.

" No, a protector " Lyarra hissed before swinging her fists across the man's nose she kicked his sword away before quickly with her other hand sticking her sword in the man's chest.

Sansa and Septa Moore watched on in shock as they watched Lyarra and Arya battle the bandits off with Samara.

" you grace take Lady Sansa and Septa Moore  somewhere safe "  Samara instructed.

" You dare commanded  me servant " Joffrey hissed not liking be commanded by the Sourceess as he layed on the ground covering his blood wound on his face with his hand

" Your grace please it's not safe for you here " Lyarra said.

" I am a prince I am my father's son I am a Baratheon a warrior I don't run away from fights nor let woman fight my battles " Joffrey hissed getting up from the floor and drawing his sword once more.

" Let me show you how it's done " Joffrey said before pushing Lyarra to the ground harshly and began to charge against the bandit coming his way.

" My prince don't " Sansa yelled as Septa Moore took the Tully girl away from the fight and the both watched on the sidelines.

The prince eventually got the upper hand before striking his sword in the bandit chest harshly before dropping the bandit limp body  to the ground.

" Ha, you see that Lady Lyarra I am my father son " Joffrey boasted not noticing another bandit was about to sneak up on him and attack him which Arya caught wind of and instantly plunging her sword behind the man's back.

Arya made her way over to her eldest sister and helped her off the ground, The two sisters were covered in blood along with Samara their clothes and hand filled with it.

Sansa did not care for her messy gown; family mattered møte than being a proper lady at the moment.

"Arya, are you all right? How do you do that? I mean—"

"It doesn't matter , run for safety!" the younger Stark warned her. Sansa had no choice but to obey, she wasn't much of a fighter. As much as she wanted to see how her sisters were doing in that fight, she also understood that any witness could mean more trouble.

Myrcella ran as fast as she could, trying to get away from the bloodshed that had ensued. Tommen was at her heels, not out of cowardice but for lack of training. Joffrey had also followed them, albeit unwillingly thanks to his wounds.

"Help, please! Ladies Lyarra, Arya and Sansa are being attacked by bandits!" exclaimed the Princess.

Ned eyes immediately widened at this and draw his sword coming towards the princess slowly, " Where are they " He asked the princess.

" Over there " Myrcella said pointing him into the direction where the Stark sister was.

" Thank you " Ned said to the young princess before rushing in that direction along with Jory and Howland Reed.

He soon arrived and saw his baby girls fighting off the attackers and was impressed by his daughter's and Samara's skills.

The Quiet Wolf stepped in and took over, " Father " The girlssaid relieved to see their father there.

" Lord Stark " Samara greeted.

" Jory, take the girls somewhere safe " Ned commanded.

" Right away my lord " Jory said and made his way over to the Stark sisters and Samara  urshing them away.

" We can't leave you alone with these bandits father let us help " Lyarra spoke up.

" Lord Stark, let us help " Samara spoke up.

" Yeah, we can help fight the rest of " Arya added.

" Girls, go now I'm not going to tell you again " Ned said as he battling against the remaining bandits.

Jory gathered the young maidens leading them away to safety, the young ice dragon couldn't help but look back at her father hoping he would be okay.

It was almost nightfall when her father, Lord Reed returned the Stark sisters  rushed over to their father hugging him tightly happy to see that he was alright.

" Father, what were you thinking you could've been killed " Lyarra yelled hitting her father in the shoulder harshly.

" Little wolf I'm fine nothing happened to me " Ned said.

" You could've died dad " Sansa sobbed out.

" Are they dead " Arya asked.

" Yes, they are me and Reed buried the bodies of them " Ned answered.

" How are the prince's and princess are they alright " Lyarra asked.

" Yes, they are safe The King and Queen give you their grauditite " Ned responded.

" You girls should get to bed " Ned suggested.

The girls nodded and made their way to their shared tent expect for Samara, " You're a fool you know " Samara blurted out.

" I know but so are you I am guessing the frozen and burnt bodies are you and Lya's doing " Ned questioned.

" We were outnumbered my lord we had no choice " Samara defended.

" I know but you must be more careful especially Lya you can't drawn attention to yourselves " Ned warned.

" I know we'll be more careful from now on " Samara reassured the Lord.

Ned nodded and was about to walk away but the Sourceess called back to him.

" I have a theory on how Bran felled well at least he does " Samara mumbled.

" Who's he " Ned asked.

" Not of importance but he found two pieces of golden strands of hair in the tower of joy hair as golden as that is a Lannister trait " Samara whispered.

" Be careful what you say we don't have an proff if Bran accident was intentionally " Ned whispered.

" It was no accident that young boy has climbed thousands of time and never fallen, that day when me and Lya found him Lya heard moans and grunts coming from inside the tower which means someone or should I say people were inside of it " Samara exclaimed.

" Just think about Lord Stark do you truly believe in your heart that Bran felled even through he climbed that tower so many times without an struggles " Samara said and with that the Sourceess walked away leaving the Quite Wolf consume in his own thoughts.

                        Meanwhile

" What did you do " Jaime asked as he stormed in his sister's tent with a scolded on his face.

" Did, what " Cersei asked smugly.

" I know you had something to do with the bandit attack " Jaime said.

" Maybe I did maybe I didn't why " Cersei smirked.

" You almost put Myrcella and Tommen in harm's way " Jaime yelled.

" I didn't know that they would attack them I gave them strict orders to only kill the Stark Whore and that wrench and anyone else that got in their way " Cersei replied softly.

" This is going to stop right now stay away from Lyarra Stark sister " Jaime warned.

" Don't tell me you fallen for the whore " Cersei snarled.

" No, I don't care for the girl nor love her but she is to be my wife " Jaime said.

" You are mines I will kill her before I let her take her away from me you are mine and I am yours " Cersei states before taking off her robe showing her glorious naked body to her brother which was a weakeness for the golden lion.

" Fuck me brother  " Cersei commanded coming towards him.

Jaime signed before he felt his control slipping and did what his sweet sister has asked and gladly fucking her all night long loving her long moans.