Winterfell 299 ( Lyarra is 15, Jon and Robb are 16, Sansa is 14, Arya is 11, Bran is 10, Samara 22  and Rickon is 7 ( changing his age a bit)

Thank you ProtonCoccus for helping me write this chapter

Years have passed on and the ice dragon had blossom into a beautiful young woman, more whispers would spread across the North of her beauty, her kindness and her angelic voice.

During that time, Lyarra has gotten close with Samara the two had became best friends with one another always be there for one another when they needed to.

Arya and Jon had welcomed them into their family right away, Robb didn't trust Samara and thought her to be an evil spirit or something.

An incident where Samara was teaching Lyarra about her magic more  , Robb and Theon were walking by and was curious at it , Theon began to pick at the Sourceess claiming she would teach Lyarra to be a monster like herself Samara got upset at Theon words and nearly burned his arm off.

Theon arms was covered in scars for that year although Samara healed him afterwards,
Robb wasn't forgiven on the manner.

There came her proper sister and mother who thought Samara to be a demon sent to curse them, her mother had argued with her father most of the times to send Sharma away claiming she was a devil that would harm them.

In truth, her mother didn't want her to learn any new magic she once again wanted her focusing on her ladies lessons and to try to find a husband.

Her father thankfully didn't give into mother's words and allow Samara to stay here on one condition that she helped in with chores and helped Lyarra control her magic better.

Samara had agreed to the terms, since then she had became like another sister to her and Arya.

Bran and Rickon loved Samara and would often play with her much to her mother's protests.

During the years, her mother and her had constantly got into argument after argument sometimes about Jon, other times about finding a husband and most of the times about Samara.

Her mother didn't like her spending time with the Sourceess but of course the young ice dragon rebelled against her mother and didn't listen same as the young she-wolf.

Her mother had felt lost for the first time in years and left them alone to do what they wish to but it wouldn't last for long.

Now, as Lyarra was standing next to Samara watching Bran from below trying to shoot an arrow with the help of Jon and Robb next to them sat Rickon who looked on in amusement.

Across from them her mother and father watched as well with smiles on their faces.

Bran was not the best marksman yet ; one after another arrow seemed to miss their target, to his disappointment and Rickon's amusement.

"Relax your bow arm." said Robb.

"Don't think too much Bran, father 's watching... And your mother too." added Jon.

Bran looked ready to fire his arrow, but another had landed dead center before he could release his own. Looking to his right, he found a smiling Arya, weapon in hand and quite proud of herself.

Bested by his sister, he resorted to chasing the she-wolf across the yard, to Robb and Jon's joy.

"Faster Bran!" encouraged the latter.

The moment would have lasted longer, if not for the voice of Master Luwin.

"Lord Stark, a letter from Castle Black."

The patriarch of the family turned to the older man, and read the message.

"What is it?" asked Catelyn.

"A desserter from the Night's Watch." Ned answered.

The former Tully raised a brow; she was well aware of how her dearest husband would take his sons to see the execution.

"Ready the horses; and tell Bran that he's coming." ordered Ned.

"Ten is too young to see such things." Catelyn responded.

"The law is the law, Your Grace." Maester Luwin pointed out. This rendered the Trout's protests void.

"And winter is coming." Ned continued.

" Winter is already here father " Lyarra spoke up turning to look at her father.

Both parents looked to her direction, surprised.

"Did that monster fill your head with thoughts, young lady?" Catelyn inquired.

"Samara's no monster! You just—"

"Enough, both of you! Lyarra, you're coming to see the execution as well" Ned exclaimed tired of the bickering between the two of them.

" I rather be in my chambers " Lyarra grumbled.

" Being inside all the time isn't good for you Lya you know that you can't hide from the world " Samara points out.

"No, you must come." insisted her father. He knew how much the relationship between his wife and niece had worsened over the years. He wanted Lyarra to be far away from Catelyn for once.

"May the Old Gods help me." he mumbled as he left for the stables.

" Can Samara coming with us " Lyarra calling after her father.

"No, she may not. She has other uses." Catelyn quipped. The sorceress raised a brow, thinking to herself.

"I can help Arya with her sewing." she spoke up.

" What why can't she come besides Arya hates sewing " Lyarra said.

"The both of you have gone too wild, especially you, Lyarra. You're supposed to set an example for your sisters, and you're clearly failing Arya."Catelyn scolded.

"You're in the North, Mother. Trouts without hard scales cannot survive here, and your precious Sansa is too tame, we are wolves mother we're supposed to be wild " Lyarra snorted.

" You and Arya are ladies you must act properly and it's about time for you and Samara to separate from each other " Catelyn said.

This angered Lyarra to no end. Arguing with her mother had made her want to remove her gloves, but a shriek from the sewing room stopped her. Samara smirked as she saw Sansa running from three crows.

What in the world was that " Catelyn exclaimed before walking away to check it out.

" Don't let her get to you Lya, I know you and your mother don't get along but try to at least she's your mother at the end of the day and she's only doing what she thinks is best for you she loves you " Samara said.

She still couldn't contain her smile as Catelyn tried to help her daughter.

"You're a massive hypocrite. What did you do?" remarked Lyarra.

"Let's just say Fuyutsuki is behind it." Samara smirked.

" Don't let my mother learn of the truth " Lyarra chuckled.

                      Later On

Riding through the moors of the North, Lyarra couldn't help but appreciate the surroundings. Samara would have come with them, but she had to attend to Arya's sewing.

The older Stark lady had scoffed at that idea, but her mother had given her an ultimatum; let her friend come and not allow her back into the castle, or Samara help Arya but Lyarra goes to see the execution. The lady had refused to argue; she was tired of doing so.

Samara had not liked the arrangement. Instead, she helped the younger she-wolf with her sewing for a few moments and snuck out as a bird to catch up with Lyarra's party.

She had come just in time to find Will the Desserter on the chopping block, uttering something about white walkers.

As Lyarra was standing next to Robb and Jon she stood behind Bran putting her hands on his shoulders for support.

As Bran was about to look away, " Don't look away father will know if you do " Jon says behind them.

One of the guards, brought the desster forwarded in front of Ned the man kneel and looked down onto towards the ground.

"White walkers, White walker... I saw them, I swear!" muttered Will. Lyarra looked up, seeing a lone bird across the sky. Worried, she listened as her father stated his annoyingly many titles.

"... Hereby, sentence you to death."

"My Lord ,please wait! May I speak to your eldest daughter?" Will requested.

"No one believes the word of a criminal." added Theon.

"Shut up, Theon." Robb scolded him.

"Go on." Ned responded.

Lyarra stepped forward, careful of her surroundings. She was quite apprehensive about the request, but something told her that she needed to listen.

"The Night King spoke before he killed my men. He told me he was looking for girl named Lyarra Stark,  he wants you to be his queen."

Lyarra was speechless.  She was not expecting to hear that 'proposal', let alone one from a creature long thought to be gone. Her eyes started to turn white, scaring everyone.

"M'lady?"

"Silence!" Ned hissed. Will complied, confused.

"I've been waiting for you, Lady Stark. Blood of snow and ashes, born of rebellious and chaos. Come to me, and be my queen. " spoke a soft, deep voice.

"Who are you?" Lyarra inquired.

"You don't have to know my name. Be my queen, or you suffer." replied the voice.

The last thing Lyarra saw were a pair of glowing, blue eyes before her vision came to an end.

" You saw him didn't you "  Will asked looking at the young Stark girl curiously.

" I don't know what I saw " Lyarra mumbled.

" Lya, are you alright " Jon asked laying a hand on her shoulder.

" What happened " Robb questioned looking at his sister weridly knowing she another one of her visions.

" What did you see Lya " Bran asked.

" I don't know I'm not sure " Lyarra shook her head.

He tapped his daughter on the shoulder, signifying that the talk must end.

"A madman sees what he sees."

He unsheathed his greatsword, Ice and chopped the desserter 'a head clean.

Lyarra signed and walked away from the dead desster body before making her way back to her horse and riding off knowing she had to get out of here now.

                      Later That Day

As Lyarra was in her chambers sitting on her bed her harp on her lap, she began to strum the strings trying to decide what song she should sing

The young ice dragon soon hears a knock on the door, Lyarra signed and set her harp down and opened her door revaleing Jon who stood there with two direwolves in his arms.

" Jon, where did you get these beautiful pups from " Lyarra asked letting him inside.

" Well, after you left we came across them their mother was killed by a mountain lion the pups survived there are 7 of them , father had allowed us to keep them one for each of us " Jon said.

" This one is yours " Jon said handing her the white fur icy blue eyed direwolf which she hastily accepted.

" She's so beautiful " Lyarra flushed looking down at the pup smiling.

" How do you know it's a she " Jon questioned.

" I have a feeling " Lyarra hummed.

" Have you thought of a name for this little one " Jon asked.

" Yes, Crystal " Lyarra smiled.

" What about yours " Lyarra questioned looking at the white red eyed pup in her brother's arms in fascination the pup eyes were red which was strange but mysterious at the same time.

" Ghost " Jon answered.

" And what does my mother have to say about this " Lyarra snorted knowing her mother wouldn't be happy about inviting wild animals into her home.

" Lady Catelyn says we are allowed to keep it but when the royal family gets here we must keep them in the kneels and we must take care of themselves " Jon replied.

" Royal family " Lyarra eyes widen at that.

" The King and Queen are on their way here along with their children, Jon Arryn has passed away and The King is looking for a new hand " Jon explained.

" Ugh, no seriously we are to have company " Lyarra signed in annoyance she hated when anyone visit her home she would have to act like the proper lady she wasn't.

Her mother would be more harder on her when they had guests she expected her to be proper at all times and Samara would be force to work in the kitchen as a kitchen maid her mother didn't want anyone to know of the Sourceess presence in their home.

" It's will only be for a few weeks and then afterward The King will leave " Jon reassured her.

But what the gray wolf didn't know that everything would change for their family when the king would visit for the lions were coming to Winterfell and the ice dragon would be wedded to the golden lion.