Arya was moodier than usual.

She was always a temperamental child, but her behaviour was worse after Lyarra's incident. She heard the explosion just fine, but she also listened to the warnings in the wind. She was not one for cutting multiple classes in a day, but the stresses of everything just made her retreat to the library.

History was not her best subject; Sansa and to some extent, Lyarra beat her at almost everything ladylike. Her natural skills were considered improper for a lady, unless it's the Mormons.

"Oh, how I wish I was a Mormont".

She truly did not want to leave Winterfell; she just wanted to be appreciated.

She closed her Southerner history book, infuriated. Why was she learning about Targaryen history; she was a Northern lady! She didn't despise her education that much, she just thought it didn't suit her.

Then, she remembered something.

Who is Suguwara no Hayate?

Arya was not supposed to run in the library, but nothing compared to the energy of a curious man. Passing by the Imp (whom she looked for when the royals arrived), she searched the thickest records for this name.

Stark
Karstark
Bolton
Glover
Mormont
Ryswell
Reed

Page after page of failed searches later, Arya exited the room, slightly dejected.

She could always ask Samara.

Her mission would have been successful, if not for a sudden tap on her shoulder. Arya whirled around, finding Septa Mordrane 's steen gaze.

"Child, where were you?"

"Somewhere you won't expect."

"Arya, that kind of sass won't be tolerated. You have been absent in all of your classes today."

"All you ever do is force me to be another Sansa!"

"That's because you are a lady, and you have to do the things that you may not want to do." argued the Septa.

"You're in the North, the women here are tougher."

"They act like wildlings with no proper education. You should be grateful that you were born in such luxury, Arya."

The second part of the statement was true, but calling her people wildlings was a new low.

"How dare you call my people wildlings! You 'll never understood the Northern ways; have you ever wondered how we became so rough? Unlike your sunny capital, this region is the first place to bear the brunt of winter' s rage. That's why we have to do anything to survive, and you are looking down at us in our own land? Just because you think you are more refund doesn't give you the right to lump us with savages! "

This must have been the most... eloquent speech from the she-wolf, made with the fury of one too.

Several people heard the screaming. Lady Catelyn emerged from Bean's room, confused. What has Arya gotten herself into this time?

The young Stark did not want to hear another scolding, so she ran off into the Godswood. If she wasn't attending her lady lessons or playing with swords, she would be in this place.

She thankfully found Samara there too.

"That was well said, little wolf. I never thought you were quite the speaker."

Thanks, but I cane to ask you something. "

" Go ahead. "

" Who is Suguwara no Hayate? "

No response, which was strange. Both ladies soon cane to the conclusion thst they didn't know much about Fuyutsuki or his tales.

"To tell you the truth, I don't know."

Arya looked disappointed. She was curious about this mysterious figure.

"We'll find out someday. For now, you need to calm down."

For the rest of the day, Arya watched Samara practice her magic, along with little Rickon.

Meanwhile

Lyarra looked like one of those fairytale princesses that Myrcella could admire, asleep and waiting for true love's kiss. Jaime watched as the lady 's eyes and facial expressions contorted from joy to , terror.

What could be scaring her in her sleep?

The Golden Knight knew he shouldn't be in the young she-wolf chambers alone unsupervised anyone could catch him at any moment.

Well he surely ginx himself for the door opened and in walked in the quiet wolf who had a surprised anger look on his face when he realizes the Kingslayer was looming down at his baby girl and his protective papa wolf instinct kicks in.

" What are you doing in here " Ned demanded staring at the Lannister knight coldy.

" Lord Stark, I mean no harm I only mean to " Jaime was about to say but was cut off by one of the quiet wolf's hands grabbing his throat and squeezing it tightly.

" I don't know what you're game is but my daughter won't not be apart of it, stay away from Lyarra " Ned snarled.

Jaime should have listened to his gut instincts. Nothing compared to a mother's love and a father 's wrath.

Imagine his face when he discovers that I pushed his son off the tower

"Lord Stark, may I remind you that she will soon be a Lannister? I just want to express concern."

"She's not a Lannister yet, so stay away from her." Ned growled. Jamie had no choice but to listen. He didn't want the Quiet Wolf to sink his greatsword into his throat.

" You know you can't protect her forever one day you're going to have to let her go and let her experience the world on her own " Jaime said from the doorway before walking out of the room.

Ned signed he would never abanonded Lyarra on her own nor let her go in the world by herself the world was a cruel and dangerous place especially for someone gentle and precious like his daughter.

" Ned, if I don't make it back promise me you'll keep Shaena and my son or daughter safe " Brandon asked

" I promise brother " Ned smiled.

The night before Brandon had left with their father to to to the capital he had made a promise to keep Shaena and his child safe but he had failed him.

Shaena was dead as well as Brandon the only thing left of their union was his niece who was bethored to the Kingslayer, the heir to Winterfell.

His niece had a high claim than another of his children even Robb, if Catelyn find out the truth one day there is not telling what she might do which was why he was determined to bury the secret to his grave.

What the quiet wolf know is that secrets are meant to be found out sooner or later.

I want to give a huge special thanks to ProtonCoccus for helping me write some of these chapters and help me come up with ideas thank you much

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