Lyanna Stark the second

Chapter 3

I wake up to one of the wolves howling. I groan and roll out of bed, what in the world could this wolf want?

"Come along Cuana. Let's see what the other wolf wants." I mutter, throwing on a dress.

I walk to the source of the ruckus and see Bran's unnamed wolf. And Bran himself, he was breathing but his legs look awkward. I was speechless, I ran after him and did a closer assessment of the situation. There was no rubble around just Bran like he let go and fell...or he was pushed.

"Cuana get help." I say gently she huffs at me then runs off to find me someone I need. I grasp Bran's hand tightly and pray to the old gods for his life.

It seemed like years before Maester Luwin came to my aid. He was talking but I couldn't hear the words only a faint buzzing noise. I walk off once Luwin gave up on trying to talk to me. I wander around for awhile until I fall upon the ground.

I open my eyes and see father in a cell with Varys who is in one of his costumes. I still can't hear what they are saying. But father looks pissed, like he usually does when he thinks that someone is wasting his time. and Varys as always is stone faced.

I feel a hand on my head it felt warm and calloused. I sit up abruptly looking around. There was nothing...no one... I brush off some of the dirt and pick off a few of the blood red leaves that have abandoned their snowy white stations atop the weirwood trees. Ever since I was a young girl I realized that the only god was the old ones. The new faith was like a big game something I just can't deal with while trying to stay alive in the great game.

After a few hours I end up in a small town by the castle. I stroll up to the gates and the guard's glare at me.

"Excuse me sers. But I must get through." I demand with a cool tone to my voice.

"Who do you think you are?" One of them asks.

"Lyanna Stark the second of her name." I state bluntly.

They both laugh, "you've gotta be shittin' us." The other says. I huff angrily. Then try to look for someone I know. I then see father.

"Dad!!!" I yell loudly father's head shoots over to me.

"Lyanna! Where have you been?" Dad asks sounding relieved.

"I don't remember. All I know is that I was by the weirwood out in the forest." I say honestly.

"Why didn't you come right back in then?"

"Your guards wouldn't let me past, understandable since I'm all dirty." I explain smiling at the guards. Dads eyes grew cold.

"Head inside Ly, get cleaned up." Dad commands I bow my head mockingly

"Of course m'lord." Sarcasm dripped off every word. I can almost hear him regretting naming me after his sister... Ah the sweet life.

For the next few days I was trying to get to know my sisters better since I was already familiar with the boys, save for Rickon but he's too young for any really interesting character traits. Marcella was getting special treatment since she was the princess. And San was fawning over her, so i excused myself along with Arya to go and practice with the sword or bow whatever Bran left lying around. We both changed into our pants and shirts then snuck out to the training yard. But it was already in use by the boys, nothing i couldn't fix,

"Alright ladies let's have a tourney, i fight the winner, whoever wins gets a favor from each participant." I say from the shadows, then Joffrey shows up with the hound and Jamie.

"Your on Lyanna, let's take up arms men and show this little girl who's boss." Theon says.

"I would advise against anything so foolish." Jamie pipes up.