Lyanna Stallion is only four years old when her family dropped their daughter off at the Stark's. Years later and Lyanna is not what she expected. She's sassy, tomboy, and adventurous. What happens when her whole life is changed when King Robert Bar...
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Lyanna sat next to Jon, Sansa across from her and Brienne, Tormund, and Dolorous Edd beside Sansa. Sansa looks at the meat on her fork as Jon, Tormund, and Dolorous eat vigorously. Dolorous notice Sansa and Lyanna were not eating their food, as he so said to them.
"Sorry about the food. It's not what we're known for." Sansa smiles and puts down her fork.
"That's all right. There are more important things."
"Such as war and raising an army. In fact we so kindly asked you men to join us for the cause-" Lyanna was cut off when a Night's Watchman enters the room and holds out a scroll to Jon.
"A letter for you, Lord Commander."
"I'm not Lord Commander anymore." Jon take the letter and the man leaves. Lyanna and Jon notice the seal of House Bolton. Jon opens the scroll and starts reading the letter. Lyanna looked at Sansa as he reads it.
"To the traitor and bastard Jon Snow. You allowed thousands of wildlings past the Wall. You have betrayed your own kind. You have betrayed the North. Winterfell is mine, bastard. Come and see. Your brother Rickon is in my dungeon," The three of them looks at each other,"His direwolf's skin is on my floor. Come and see. I want my bride back. Send her to me, bastard, and I will not trouble you or your wildling lovers. Keep her from me and I will ride north and slaughter every wildling man, woman, and babe living under your protection. You will watch as I skin them living. You--"
"Go on." Sansa encourages.
"It's just more of the same." Jon puts the letter away, but Lyanna grabbed it before Sansa did and continues the reading.
"You will watch as my soldiers take turns raping your sister. You will watch as my dogs devour your wild little brother. Then I will spoon your eyes from their sockets and let my dogs do the rest. Come and see. Ramsay Bolton, Lord of Winterfell and Warden of the North." Lyanna puts the scroll in the middle of the table and sighs. At least Roose Bolton is dead, but a much bigger and worse monster has now been Fathered, Ramsay Snow.
"Lord of Winterfell and Warden of the North." Jon mummers repeatedly saying it.
"His father's dead. Ramsay killed him. And now he has Rickon."
"We don't know that."
"Yes, we do."
"How many men does he have in his army?"
"I heard him say five thousand once when he was talking about Stannis's attack." Jon turns to Tormund and Lyanna starts thinking.
