A certain youngest wolf was currently in the end of his midst, the young lord didn't know how much more bad news he could take.

All the young lad wanted to do was to be with his family again but instead they were being torn apart on all sides by lions and krakens.

Bran was in his chambers laying on his bed, Summer laid beside him howling softly.... Suddenly the door opened and in walked Theon along with some Greajoy men.

" What do you want " Bran hissed.

" Get dressed, young lad " Theon responded.

Bran tried to comprehend the recent events. First, he became a cripple, next Robb rebelled against the crown, his father died, Lyarra had been murdered, Rickon, Sansa and Arya are nowhere to be found, Jon has hidden himself in the cold and now this!?

“Theon, what's going on? "

“I'm Prince Theon now." replied the Ironborn man.

The young Stark lad thought things over, wondering where his family went wrong.

“Did you hate us this whole time? "

Theon did not reply. Hated you? I looked up to your father, young lad! It's just… he never treated me as he would treat a son. Can you imagine being reminded day and night that you are a glorified prisoner? Oh wait, you can't. You are a summer child after all…

“Hodor, help him get dressed. " he ordered, and slammed the door shut.

“Theon, wait!" Bran called out, but his efforts were futile.

"  Come along young pup " Hodor said, helping the young lad out of bed and started to help him get dressed. Bran, to his confusion could only hear “Hodor.".

What's happening to me? Things have gotten stranger since I fell., he pondered. His assistant had made quick work of his wardrobe, choosing a simple attire for him, as always.

Descending into the courtyard of his invaded home, he found Theon and his… men, chatting away as the residents around Winterfell gathered on the other side of the castle. One of the Ironborn, Dagnair “Cleftjaw" leered at a woman, causing the young wolf to almost furiously scream at his former ally. No, I have to calm down! If I scream now, they'll see it as a weakness. I'm Lord Stark for now… wolves are strong and Winter will soon come one day for the lions and krakens "

                     Kamakura

While Winterfell was cloaked in gray clouds, nights at Kamakura were peaceful, but not for Rickon. He had gotten better in his training, but there was usually no smile to be found from Hokuto. He couldn't quite forget about the serious faces of General Akira's soldiers, not unlike the guards at Winterfell. It still hit differently, his lives in the two castles he has come to call home.

He gazed up at the sky, silently thanking the old gods and the Kamakuran spirits for keeping his family safe.

“Dear Thunder Dragon, please send a thunderstorm to strike down Cersei Lannister. " he thought out loud.

If the thunder dragon could actually hear that, he would surely do that, right?

A soft chuckle alerted him to the empress's presence. Kyōko entered the chambers, gently stroking the boy's hair.

“Winter shall come for that woman, son. As for that thunderstorm you prayed for? It's heading somewhere else. "

Son, did she just call me her son? Rickon pondered. Noticing a longing look in Kyōko's eyes, he finally gained the courage to ask.

“Was this supposed to be a child's room?"

“Yes. My, and Tsuki's. Unfortunately, his life was stolen from him in the womb." Kyōko explained.

“The people at Cersei's Court only talked about him without getting to know why he killed Ser Masato. "

“Ah yes, don't even get me started on his dislike for my husband. "

“Why?"

“I don't know. He never answered when I asked. "

“Maybe his spirit will. "

Kyōko embraced the little wolf. Over the last few months, the boy had trained his way to her heart.

“Good night, Yoshirō. " she cooed, holding the boy even closer to her.

" You too, Mother, " Rickon whispered, staring at her, and falling asleep.

Outside the open window, Masato could almost cry. Yoshirō? That was the name Fuyutsuki chose for his son. He could not help but weep ghostly tears. Kyōko had confused Sansa's brother for a son she'd never met.

With a heavy heart, he flew into the night, intending to watch over the little dove somewhere at Pentos.

                     Essos

A certain red wolf was walking around the gardens with her lady wolf enjoying the fresh air and simply enjoying her freedom until footsteps approached her.

" Lady Sansa " a familiar voice ranged out.

Sansa twirled around and saw Raenys her sister's handmaiden there, " Lady Raenys " she greeted with a smile.

" Sorry to intrude on you like this, my lady. I just want to check on you to make sure you have settled in alright  " Raenys said.

" It's quite alright, Lady Raenys " Sansa responded.

" Please just Raneys, no need for the formalities…. I wish for us to be friends, us proper ladies should stick together " Raenys smiled.

" I would love that, " Sansa smiled back.

The handmaiden linked arms with the young red wolf, all of a sudden Lady began to growl at Raenys stalking towards her.

" Lady, stop it " Sansa scolded.

Raney's eyes widened and took a step back as she saw the wolf was beginning to advance towards her, " Someone is moody "

" I'm so sorry I don't know what's wrong with her, Lady has never growled at anyone, she's the most polite wolf ever. '' Sansa exclaimed, staring at her wolf wondering what was wrong.

" It's quite alright , maybe she just hasn't warned you to me yet " Raneys said, walking towards the wolf slowly.

" It's alright girl, I'm not going to hurt you " Raneys whispered reaching out a hand to pet the wolf but within a second Lady fiercoulsy bit her hand causing the handmaiden to cry out.

" Lady! " Sansa exclaimed, pulling her wolf off of Raenys which was a struggle seeing as Lady had her own ideas at the moment.

Finally, Lady let go of the handmaiden's hand but stood over the injured lady growling loudly at her, Raenys laid on the floor crying out as she held onto her bloody hand.

Soon footsteps approached towards them, a hand laid on Sansa's shoulders… Instantly Sansa knew it was Hayate from the way of his footsteps.

" Little red wolf, are you alright? " Hayate asked, staring at the red wolf in concern and standing in front of her protectively.

" I'm fine, " Sansa responded.

Hayate turned his head sideways, his eyes widened at the scene he was seeing, Raenys was on the floor bleeding out from her hand while Lady was growling at her.

" How strange , Lady isn't this aggressive" he thought.

Sansa made her way over to the handmaiden helping her off the ground, " I'm so sorry " Sansa said.

" It's alright, I am sure Lady didn't mean to harm me " Raneys said with a fake smiling

" Come we should head to the master now and see to that wound " Sansa advised.

" Yes, thank you " Raneys said, gritting her teeth in pain. Her eyes soon turned to Lady who was still growling at her and stared at the wolf coldy.

" The first thing before I get out of here I will have that wolf butchered" She thought.

The two ladies left the gardens after that, the old spirit watched as they left his eyes laying on Raenys suspiciously.

Hayate knew the handmaiden was no friend to the ice dragon nor her family, he felt a dark evil energy all around her.

She would bring destruction and chaos to the wolves, he knew he would have to watch her more from now on and find out what she was planning.

Hayate shapeshifted into a giant crow and took off the skies and knew he would be visiting an old friend today.

                    __________

Meanwhile, a certain young she-wolf was training in the yard on a training dummy…. Though she much preferred to train with someone but Hayate was always busy with tasks and her old sister was heavily pregnant.

But that didn't stop her from continuing to train, if she wanted to keep her family safe she would have trained ten times harder.

“If you are so frustrated, stick 'em with the pointy end. " remarked a voice.

Arya turned around, spotting a Knight she had never seen before, oh wait she had. Ser Andros of the Golden Company.

“That's what Jon said." replied the young wolf, remembering the incident at the Riverroad. To be fair, she was defending herself but still.

“That's a guilty face I see."

“So what? You've killed thousands. Surely you felt guilty the first time you had blood on your hands. "

“Yes. Eventually, it goes away. "

Without any warning, Arya went behind Andros, striking him where she thought his defenses were lacking. Bring an experienced warrior, Andros foresaw this, and blocked her. The sword dancing went on for five minutes, him secretly taking note of Arya's fighting stykr. Quick, stealthy, precise ; Syrio Forel taught you well in such a short time huh? Excellent.

“I see you know a few basics of the Water dance. Nice work! "

Arya smiled, bowing gracefully for once. Blood is indeed made mostly of water, only red, she recalled.

“I could have learnt more, if Syrio had not died."

“Little she-wolf, would you like to enhance your skills? " Andros offered.

“Yes!" replied Arya.

The youngling sword took out a square coin, with the image of a Titan on it.

“Valar Morghulis."

“What's that? "

“High Valyrian;" ''All Men Must Die". "

“Valar Morghulis." Arya repeated to herself, after thanking Andros. Retreating to her chambers to rest, she heard Raenys's screams coming from inside the castle

What has she gotten into this time?

                        ________

Inside, a certain young ice dragon was determined to help her older brother Robb out by forming more alliances for the North and knew her brother could use more men.

Lyarra was walking alongside Cadal, Crystal trailing behind them… Eddarion and Jamerion were flying out in the open.

The braavos knight stared at the dragons in awe, Lyarra soon cleared her throat and began to speak up.

" How many men are in the golden company? " Lyarra asked.

" 20,000, " Cadal responded, taking his eyes off the dragons and staring at her.

" I heard they fight very well for a good price, " Lyarra hummed.

" Yes, gold and silks are everything to them but if you pay them well they are loyal to the very end " Cadal said.

" They are very skilled on the battlefield and it won't be a waste of coin if you hire them, if you give them a mission they'll carry it out for you and get the job done " he added.

" Would they be willing to be a part of an army if they are paid well? " Lyarra questioned curiously.

" Hard to tell, The Golden Company are free men who like to fight for themselves and only fight in other battles if gold is involved in it " Cadal answered.

" Why do you ask? " He questioned.

" Just curious," Lyarra smiled.

" I heard from Master  llyrio that your family is at war with your husband's family that mustn't be pretty, " Cadal mumbled.

" It's not, my husband's family has done nothing but ruin my family's lives forever and continues to do so and my older brother fights for our home and kingdom " Lyarra signed.

" The young wolf, the king in the north, he's quite the conqueror these days, winning every battle he's faced, " Cadal said.

" A couple of victories doesn't make my brother conqueror, he hasn't won the war yet nor has he cut that  bastard Joffrey's head off along with that whore of a mother of his " Lyarra said fiercoulsy.

" They'll soon get what's coming to them one day and even if your brother doesn't kill I am sure Lord Stannis Baratheon  will get the job done " Cadal said.

" Lord Stannis, " Lyarra questioned.

" Yes, Lord Stannis has declared himself the rightful heir to the iron throne and right now him and his fleet is on their way to King's Landing,  he is quite lethal and ruthless these days some rumors have it he killed his own younger brother Reny  " Cadal exclaimed.

" War surely can divide a family " , Lyarra thought.

The two continue to walk around the estate until all of sudden they saw Master Illyrio who was walking alongside Lord Shemuel.

" Master llypio, Lord Shemuel '' Lyarra greeted softly.

" Princess Elaena, how lovely it is to see you. " Lord Shemuel greeted with a bow.

" It's Lyarra actually. " Lyarra corrected him.

" Elaena is your true name is it not? " Lord Shemuel questioned.

"  It is but the princess here prefers to be called by 'Lyarra' so we must respect that " Master Illyrio said.

" All right then, Princess Lyarra. May I have a word?."

Lyarra raised a brow. Just when I'm negotiating with Lord Cadal here…

“Forgive me My Lord, but I am occupied at the moment."

Lord Shemuel nodded, glancing at Cadal for stråling the moment. The Targaryen princess would be of great use as an ally rather than an enemy.

“I shall inform my subordinates once we discuss the terms of this alliance, Your Highness."

“Consider this just an intercontinental mission, that's all." replied Lyarra.

“Speaking of which, why has Kamakura stayed out of this? " asked Cadal.

Kamakura… why did I not think of that?

“Empress Kyōko, based from the news that I heard, would rather impose economic sanctions on the Lannister trade than send reinforcements. Her nation sees it as too great a cost for her people."

“How? They have giant crows."

“That House Suguwara is using to transport goods in preparation for the coming winter, according to Hayate. Unless there is a great need to contribute, Kamakura shall stay neutral. "

Cadal nodded, as he took notes. Walking away, he traded glances with a rather annoyed companion of the Magister, who then got to have a word with Lyarra.

“What do you want from me, Lord Shemuel?" inquired the ice dragon.

" I seek for  an alliance with the North, Princess Lyarra I would love nothing more to unite our two greya kingdoms together " Lord Shemuel said staring at the young ice dragon.

“I'm afraid that cannot be done. Jaime Lannister may have broken my trust and heart, but I am carrying his children, and my marriage has not been annulled. It would not do well to commit adultery, would it? " Lyarra pointed out.

" I can arrange for the marriage to be annulled and as for your unborn children I would happily raise them as my own, I have children myself and I know how important it is for a child to not grow up without a father " Lord Shemuel responded.

“Tell that to Lord Tywin, and your head will be on a spike. He'll never give up on his heirs."    

" You leave the old lion to me, I am a very wealthy powerful man and have many allies here even in Westeros."

Lyarra was not sure if she should worry or not.  On the one hand, she could finally be free from the lions' claws, but on the other hand, she was unsure if this was the right thing to do.

" I'm not sure if that is wise Lord Shemuel, Lord Tywin, my father in law, is a serious man and dangerous when crossed." Lyarra warned.

“Is there anything else I can do? "

“We could use some inside information. As far as I know, Cersei 's two youngest children are considered Arya's sibling figures. Myrcella is the bolder of the two, and from what I heard, she has secured herself a betrothal. "

" Yes, I heard the princess is set to marry Trystane Martell, quite a strange match " Lord Shemuel hummed.

" If there's one thing Cersei hates, it's her children not living up to her standards. Myrcella is proof of that. I will talk to Sansa about the plans. For now,  negotiations end here. "

" I look forward to our future collaboration. In the meantime, get some rest. Hopefully, Kamakura joins the fold. Their crows is a must in the absence of full-grown dragons."

Lyarra watched Lord Shemuel leave, smiling to herself. The plot to ruin Cersei and Tywin was coming together, and soon winter would ensure their demise.

In due time, they will perish.

Remy Hiii as Lord Shemuel