A daughter born admits snow with ice in her eyes and fire in her heart
A son born admits flames with fire in his eyes and ice in his heart
The union between the Wolf Lady of the North and the Dragon Prince of the South will forever be remembered as...
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298 AC, Winterfell
Fifteen years had passed since Robert's Rebellion, or The War of the Usurper, had ended and Alyssa's life was as normal as a woman in her position's life could be. She had a wonderful husband, children whom she loved more than anything else and her family was safe and sound. Sure, she still thought and missed the ones she had lost, but she had moved on to the best of her abilities. But unfortunately, it's always calm before the storm.
Alyssa sat on a fence with Edmund sitting next to her on one side and Bash leaning against the fence on her other side. They were watching as Robb, Jon and Ashton tried to teach Bran archery.
Bran fired another arrow but instead of hitting the mark it sunk into a barrel a few meters away. Bran stomped the bow into the ground and Jon walked over, placing his hands on his younger brother's shoulders.
"Go on, father is watching," Jon told him and the two looked up at the balcony that overlooked the training yard to see Ned and Catelyn standing on it, "and your mother."
Bran nodded and prepared another arrow and took a deep breath before releasing it. However, this one flew over the target and disappeared. Bran sighed in frustration while his brothers and cousins started laughing.
"And which one of you was a marksman at ten?" Ned raised his eyebrows at the boys, and despite his firm tone they could all hear a teasing inflection.
"I have never been one to brag," Alyssa said from her place on the fence, "But I was. At nine for that matter."
"We can't all be as accomplished as you are, little sister," Ned snorted before turning back to his son, "Keep practicing, Bran. Go on."
"Don't think too much, Bran," Jon leaned down to coach him.
"Relax your bow arm," Robb instructed from where he stood next to Jon, arms crossed over his chest. But Alyssa's eyes were no longer on the young boy because another figured appeared a bit away, also preparing to shoot.
Before Bran could release his arrow one flew past them to sink into the eye of the target. All the boys turned around to see Arya standing there with a victorious smirk.
"Now take your bows, love," Alyssa said and Arya gave them a mock curtsy which was all it took for Bran to let go of his bow and run towards his sister while the rest of the them laughed.
