Winterfell 294 AD ( this chapter was written with the help of ProtonCoccus

As Lyarra was sitting next to Sansa and Arya along with Jeyne Poole along with other ladies sewing.Her mother had always told her that it was important to learn to sew for one day she would have to mend her husband's clothes like that would happen " Lyarra scoffed at the idea of her being married.

Her father was clear on the matter that she would never marry and he was okay with that for anyone who could ever want to marry a highborn lady with freakish ice powers. Her mother had said that it was just a little step back and not to let it interfere in her life but it did in so many ways.

"Why can't she just run with the wolves then?" grumbled Lyarra, after a whole day of watching poor Arya getting humiliated by the Septa.

She may be slightly better at sewing than her 'sister', but Sansa was practically the Maiden personified.

Despite her Tully looks, some of the smallfolk compared her favorably to the deceased Ashara Dayne.

As if they knew about the Dornish beauty. Both Lyarra and Arya would scoff at the idea;no one truly knew the Fallen Purple Star; all memories of her lost to the Summer Sea.

By far, the eldest lady 's favourite tale was that of Lyanna Stark, her aunt. She too, was a famous beauty. In fact, it was her abduction that cast the dragons from their keep and led to the early (and brutal) death of Dorne' s Sun Mamba, Elia Martell.

While Ashara Dayne was a mysterious lady, Lyanna Stark was the wild one. Fierce, willful and dead before her time.

Lyarra has snuck extra food from the kitchens that afternoon, wanting to go on an excursion with little Arya

The wild she-wolf wanted to help some farmer in finding a lost lamb; far too old to do the task himself.

The trio of nobles snuck past the castle 's western gate; Lady Catelyn Stark would never allow Arya out of the castle. In her eyes, her wild child should be a little more like her elder sister. Jory Cassel had accompanied the ladies at the behest of Lord Stark.

As for Lyarra, the food was for the local orphanage's residents. They had fallen on hard times those past few weeks. The two Starks were walking through winter town, Lyarra look around and noticed many women, children and men looking poorly and sick.The storm that had taken place a few days ago had taken a toll on the town, it made her heat ache at what she was witnessing.

These were her people, it was her duty to take care of them. Lyarra started to passed out food and water along with some gold coins to the villagers while talking to some, getting to know them a bit more.

She always wondered about her people. What they thought of her family and how her people's living conditions were. She believed her parents treated them better than probably most houses did or at least that's what she hoped.

" Thank you my lady, " a woman said with a smile as she gracefully took the piece of bread.

" It's no problem " Lyarra smiled.

" Can you sing for us? " a child a few years her senior asked, coming towards her.

Tales of her singing spread across the land she was very talented in music and at playing the harp she would often visit the village twice a week and play the harp for them, sometimes sing for them.

" Of course " Lyarra replied before turning to Jory instructing him to bring her harp to her.

Lyarra settled the harp onto her lap and began to strum the strings gently, a song soon came to mind.

Jenny's song

High in the halls of the kings who are gone
Jenny would dance with her ghosts
The ones she had lost and the ones she had found
And the ones who had loved her the most

The ones who'd been gone for so very long
She couldn't remember their names

They spun her around on the damp old stones
Spun away all her sorrow and pain

And she never wanted to leave, never wanted to leave

Never wanted to leave, never wanted to leave
They danced through the day

And into the night through the snow that swept through the hall

From winter to summer then winter again
'Til the walls did crumble and fall

And she never wanted to leave, never wanted to leave

Never wanted to leave, never wanted to leave

And she never wanted to leave, never wanted to leave

Never wanted to leave, never wanted to leave

High in the halls of the kings who are gone
Jenny would dance with her ghosts

The ones she had lost and the ones she had found

And the ones

Who had loved her the most

Lyarra strummed the last note, soon applause and cheers ranged out all around her." That was beautiful done my lady " another woman complimented.

The village folks began to throw roses at her and began to praise the words Ice Wolf.It soon got dark and sadly Lyarra and Arya had to return to the castle before their mother flipped out as they made their way back to the castle that day Lyarra couldn't help but want to do more for the people.

Maybe her father would give her permission to visit more hopefully.

Later That Night

As the young ice-wolf was dining with her family she sat next to Jon and Arya and began to play around with the food on her plate.Her mother sat next to her father and was sending nasty looks at Jon. It was no surprise her mother loathed Jon.

" Mother, when will Lord Domeric be here? " Sansa asked.

Apparently the Bolton's would come to Winterfell the next moon in talks of a betrothal between Lord Bolton only son Domeric Bolton and Sansa, he would bring along his bastard son Ramsay who was a nightmare she heard.

Rumors circulated across the North about Ramsay Snow cruelty, House Bolton was a strong fierce house but could be cruel in ways Lord Bolton was very heartless she heard.

" In a few weeks my dear " Catelyn answered.

" I can't wait to meet him. I bet he's so handsome " Sansa signed.

" Yeah, I bet he's ugly as a horse, " Arya chuckled.

" I heard that he could barely swing a sword right " Theon chuckled.

" Why are the Bolton's coming here anyway " Robb asked.

" it's important that we show them that they are welcome and everyone must be on their best behavior, " Ned told his children.

" I bet he's handsome as a knight when will we get married " Sansa questioned.

" Little red wolf me and your mother haven't agreed to the betrothal yet " Ned said gently.

" What of Lya will she be betrothal to one of the other northern houses? " Sansa asked.

" I am never marrying, " Lyarra said sternly.

" Don't be ridiculous Lya all ladies must marry " Sansa scoffed at her sister's words.

" Lya's leaving us " Bra asked in unison, his eyes widening at what he was hearing.

" I'm not little wolf " Lyarra reassured him.

" I don't want Lya to leave, " Rickon babbled out.

" Your sister is not leaving anytime soon " Ned reassured his children.

" Lya don't you want to marry a handsome lord one day " Sansa exclaimed.

" No " Lyarra scoffed, at her little naive sister's words.

" Boy are stupid, I think ladies should be free to choose whatever they want to be " Arya exclaimed.

" Those are just silly dreams, you and Lya are ladies one day you'll have to marry " Sansa pointed out.

" I will not marry some brute man to take control of me. I wish to fight beside father " Arya replied.

" Arya, you know ladies don't sword fight " Catelyn scolded.

" But they could mother, I mean Lady Mormont wears breeches and fights her own battles " Lyarra defended.

" That woman is barren you should follow examples like that " Catleyn signed.

" Cat " Ned said, holding his head with his gently looking at her to let it go.

Catelyn signed knowing her husband was right nothing would change her two daughters' minds they were more northern than Tully they took after their father after all.

" well Lya if you find yourself looking for a husband in the next few years I'll take you as my wife " Theon teased.

" As if I want to be your wife and live on that stinking island that you called of a home " Lyarra snorted.

Jon and Arya chuckled at their sister's comments as well as Robb.Theon scolded under his breath and crossed his arms across his chest.

" Theon would be perfect for you Lya " Sansa said.

" Are you insane, could you imagine our sweet sister living in that fish stank place seven hells? " Arya grumbled.

Bran and Rickon laughed loudly at their youngest sister's words, Catelyn began to scold her for inappropriate words.

Ned laughed at his daughter's action she reminded him so much of Lyanna at her age.

" Besides Lya is more fitted for the north " Robb added in.

" I am not marrying anyone, I need no handsome lord to take care of me, " Lyarra said sternly.

" Lya, you are a lady every highborn lady must wed it's your duty " Catelyn reminded her.

" I am not like other ladies, I will not carve into any man I will never marry, " Lyarra said, again determined to honor her promise.

Catelyn signed letting the subject closed but knew she would have to bring it one day again when her eldest daughter would became a woman.The rest of the meal went on in silence, Lyarra took her vows very seriously but what she didn't know is that her vow would be broken one day.

Author Note

So more into Lyarra childhood I will write 2 or 3 more chapter about her childhood until doing the time jump

I wanted to explore her as child then a teenager to a young woman

I hope you like this chapter if you did give a vote down below and let me know what you think

Also I want to give a bit thanks to ProtonCoccus for helping me with this chapter again