saviour | s. clegane

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one,

two,

three,

arrows shot into the target, some missed completely.

little brandon stark practicing with his bow and arrow as robb and jon laughed at his abilities.

ned stark, the father of the boys below utters words of encouragement to little bran.

bran takes deep breathes as he relaxes his arm, focusing on the target and taking his brothers advice.

deep breath in, deep breath out,

an arrow shoots and lands directly in the center of the target but to everyone's surprise, it's not brandon's arrow. the boys look back to see little arya stark holding a bow and smirking.

as bran chases after arya the stark parents get unexpected news.

meanwhile, lyarra snow was braiding sansa starks hair as sansa sewed whatever it was she was sewing.

"i've never quite understood the idea of bastards. why do they call you that?" sansa asked her older half sister.

"well, jon and i are your fathers bastards. bastards are a man's child that was not made with the wife. they make it a point to call us bastards to resemble the fact that we're below everyone else." lyarra answered.

"isn't it a bit cruel?" sansa questioned again.

"i mean no offense lady sansa but they don't give two shits about being cruel to us, in fact, they take great pleasure in it." lyarra fed sansa the answer that she needed.

"i don't take pleasure in being cruel to you-" sansa started but was interrupted by a knock on the door,

"c'mon in!" lyarra shouted at the door,

robb stark walked in and sat in front of the two girls.

"things are going to change around here," robb began, before explaining everything to the two girls who sat in awe.

robb told lyarra and sansa what happened to jon arryn and how the king and queen are arriving sometime tomorrow.

"robert is going to want lord stark to be his hand wont he?" lyarra asked innocently.

"yes, i'm assuming so." robb replied with sorrow laced into his tone.

"wow." was all lyarra could mutter out.

"you should get to sleep. goodnight sansa, i love you." robb tucked his sister in and placed a kiss on her forehead.

"what do you think ned will say?" lyarra asked robb as they walked to their own rooms,

"i'm not sure, although i am almost sure it won't be no." he answered with a sigh, "goodnight lyarra."

"goodnight robb."

lyarra walked into the bedroom that she shared with her twin jon. they were both seventeen years old and they were both damn good at fighting.

"did you hear the news?" jon asked from his bunk,

"i did." lyarra gave a short answer, getting ready for sleep.

"i'm going." jon whispered and lyarra immediately knew what he was talking about,

"you know what it means dont you? you can barely even live a life at the wall jon. don't be a fucking idiot what if you die?!" lyarra raised her voice at the boy in the bunk.

"i know what it means lyarra, i want to go. there's nothing for me here." he defended,

"just don't fucking die, alright? i don't know what i would do without you." lyarra wiped at the tear that threatened to spill out of her eye,