Oops! This image does not follow our content guidelines. To continue publishing, please remove it or upload a different image.
"Send her in," Catelyn ordered.
"Whom, I may ask?" replied Robb.
"That demon, SEND HER IN!" roared the grieving matriarch. Robb had never heard her scream like that, not giving birth to Rickon.
"Mother, magic has its limits—"
"I don't care, Robb! She has turned Lyarra and Arya against us, and you're telling me that she can't heal Bran!? Send her here, and let her prove to us that she means no harm, NOW! " Catelyn bellowed. Having no choice, Robb exited the room, not noticing Lyarra hidden behind one of the pillars.
The ice princess found her friend in the Gods' woods, honing her seer magic. She seemed so focused, something Lyarra rarely saw the past few days. She knew that she should not disturb her friend, but this was urgent.
"Samara?"
The Sourceess stopped practicing and stood up. She had also felt the blues come to her; she too saw Bran as a brother.
"Is this about him?"
"Yes. Mother wants you to heal him."
"Lya, I am so sorry but I have not reached that level of skill. I'm still learning about my powers like you."
"Mother will not have it; she is getting desperate, and she's blaming you for what happened to Bran, as always."
"I had nothing to do with his fall, and I can certainly not heal a broken spin spine."
"Not unless we do it together"
Both ladies exited the forestry, hand in hand. They had to stay strong; Lyarra for Bran and Samara for her safety.
Samara entered the room, noticing the pile of articles on one side of the table; circular mandalas featuring the Seven-Pointed Star.
"Lady Stark, I apologize for what happened to—"
"Apologize? You could have used your magic to stop his fall! Because of you, my eldest daughter has turned against me, and so has Arya. My family started to crumble since you came here. If you do not want to be handed to rapers and wildlings, heal my son! " Catelyn demanded.
" You won't be handing Samra to anyone because I will turn anyone that harms her into ice sculptures " Lyarra threatened as she entered the room closing the door behind her.
"You're still defending her? What has she done to you, Lyarra? Your brother lies here, inches from death and you're still siding with that friend of yours?." her mother shot back.
