Winter is Coming; The Story of a Stark (Robb Stark fan-fiction)

~Chapter 3~

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“Where is Arya?” Aunt Catelyn’s sharp voice addressed her.
They were in Sansa’s room, looking at the newest collection of dresses that had just arrived for the ‘ladies of Winterfell’ and Lyanna was picking out anything which didn’t have the embroidery of too many flowers and a decent neckline. She was also meticulously avoiding the alarming shades of pink which Sansa was gushing over. 

“I have no clue.” She said to her Aunt’s inquiry while examining a pale blue dress with the block printing of direwolves on its border, “She’s probably riding a horse somewhere.”
Lady Catelyn sighed, “What am I to do with this girl?! I told her to come here at breakfast this morning but she never listens does she?”
“She is such a tomboy!” Sansa exclaimed, “Are you sure she’s not a bastard like Jon mother?”
“Sansa! Don’t talk about your sister like that!” Aunt Catelyn reprimanded at once while I chuckled.

Lyanna had never seen two people with as opposing personalities as Arya and Sansa. An outsider would probably refuse to believe they are sisters as they looked nothing alike with Sansa’s auburn locks, signature Tully, ocean blue eyes and graceful posture all of which she had inherited from her mother whereas Arya took on father with her strong jaw, grey eyes and an oval-shaped, long face.

Lyanna always resented not inheriting the true identity of a Stark; the storm grey eyes. Hers, as Aunt Catelyn once told her, came from her mother. Her eyes were of an interesting green color; it was faded like the partially snow-covered leaves of the trees in the woods nearby with flecks of brown. Though at times when she was happy or extremely excited they would light up with liveliness just like the trees in the woods do when the sun blesses them with its presence. The rest of her demeanor exuded Stark-ness and she was often compared to her namesake, her late Aunt Lyanna minus the grey eyes. Lyanna’s  thick brown hair were so lush and beautiful that if she abandoned her braid, which she rarely did, envious eyes followed her everywhere she went.

“I was merely curious mother. She’s the only one of us who does not have red hair and she looks awfully like Jon.” Sansa sniffed under her mother’s glare.
“I think I’m done.” Lyanna says before her Aunt can scold Sansa again.
“Oh. So soon? Are you sure you don’t want more dresses dear?” Lady Catelyn asks kindly.
“Oh no, these are more than enough for me, I’ll just go and find Arya.” Lyanna waits for her Aunt’s nod before giving Sansa a sweet smile and leaving her room.  

Lyanna sighs as she walks towards the grounds, the sounds of wooden swords clashing against each other quite audible. She had been avoiding Robb ever since that day at the Godswood. She was still angry at him for being so stupid but a part of her, too stubborn to fully admit it, really missed him. Her relationship with Robb had always been complex. It wasn’t like it was with Jon. It was fairly easy to call Jon a brother but her heart always hesitated before thinking of Robb as a brother and eventually settled on the word ‘cousin’. Yes, he is my cousin and my friend, that’s it, she always thought. She often thought of the butterflies she felt in her stomach when he was too close but never dwelled on this.

Her eyes scanned the grounds; a few servants were running here and there for some chores set by Lady Stark no doubt while Robb and Theon were sword-fighting with Jon, Ser Rodrik and Jory watching. Theon and Robb were both attacking rivals but Theon’s over-enthusiasm always caused him to lose. He was better at archery and made it a point to remind everyone of it. 

As Robb blocked another one of Theon’s swings, his eyes fell on Lyanna, who wasn’t standing far. Theon took advantage of this slight distraction and swinged his sword once again, this time knocking Robb to the ground. “Ha!” he said to announce his long awaited victory.

“Well, that’s enough practice for today. Put away your swords” Ser Rodrik declared and started walking towards the armory, with Jory close behind. Lyanna turned away from them, prepared to go to the staples to see if Arya was there when she spotted Bran on a wall, carelessly swinging from ledge to ledge as he made his way to the ground. Slightly taken-aback by the boldness of her young cousin, she walks to him with a feigned expression of anger.
“Wait till I tell your mother!” She says, folding her arms on her chest as Bran makes his final jump on the ground.
An expression of horror fills his face after this pronouncement but it quickly turns into one of glee when he recognizes the playful tint in her eyes. “You wouldn’t.” He says, smiling widely.
“Well, I won’t deny that it doesn’t feel right complaining about something with I’m really impressed about.” Bran blushes at the compliment.
“I could teach you too you know!” He says excitedly.
“I’m not as light as you are, I’m not sure I’ll be able to learn.” Lyanna chuckles
“What’s so funny?” Robb’s voice calls from behind.

Instinctively, Lyanna turns around to see him standing casually with a familiar loving look on his face. Their eyes meet and Lyanna could tell that like her, he too was recalling their last encounter.
Bran shrugs, “I just offered to teach Lyanna how to climb like I do.” He says grinning, evidently proud of himself, “But she doesn’t think she can.”
Robb keeps gazing at her fondly which makes Lyanna feel edgy. “Yes I must agree. Ly, you’re too fat to climb towers.” He says with a huge grin plastered on his face, his grey eyes twinkling.  
Lyanna lets out an offended gasp. “How dare you?! I am not fat!” Her anger at Robb shifts into frustration that she often felt when Theon teased her. “Have you looked in the mirror lately? I believe you should take your words back…….” Lyanna continued while Robb beamed in triumph at gaining a reaction from her.

Neither of them noticed Bran leaving.
“….oh and I should remind you that you ate more than me today at breakfast too and-“ Lyanna halts as she notices Robb’s expression, “Why are you looking at me like that?”
“Because you remind me of my old friend who I thought I’d lost but I’m glad to see she’s still in there, as fiery as ever.” 
(Continuation in the next chapter)

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