Prologue
One cold rainy night, the north of the realm, was feeling an unusual chill.
A black hooded figure ran swiftly through the courtyard of Winterfell, undetected. The figure had climbed over the stone walls of the fortress, and doged the oncoming guards. The figure carried a blundle in her arms, a young baby girl. The hooded madien carried the bunded to the closest steps of the Stark fortress, her feet padded in the puddles of mud as she reached the steps. She set the babe on the steps with a letter, for Lord Ned Stark. The letter read:
Lord Stark,
I write to you in the time of my life's uncertainty. The babe, Ashara Arii is my bastard child, she is my heir. Keep her safe and train her well. She can free folk of all. Dont tell her of her house, she will find out in time. I put my love and trust in her and you aswell. Do not fail me.
The letter had no signature, only a seal of a green serpant, but no indication of who the writer was, only the serpant seal.
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