There was trouble brewing in Westeros, Reyna could feel it in her blood, and this wolf was determined to survive the dangerous games being played around her, and try to protect her family in the process.
A raven knocked at the library window as the early morning rays shone on Reyna.
She quickly opened and as routine, she fed some bread for the bird's troubles and then took her seat to read.
Reyna read the gossip of the court and the plans being put into action.
More of the strong Lords were becoming restless under the Mad King's rule, especially after he burned one of his servants alive in front of all those in court.
He suspected them of spying.
Reyna was saddened by this, but also relieved that it was in fact not one of her people.
The next bit caused a smile to appear on her face. The Mad King was successfully convinced by his council that he should not attend the Harrenhal Tourney, as he may be vulnerable to assassination.
Reyna chuckled before writing a letter back.
The Mad King was indeed slipping into a spiralling fall of Madness and by the end of it, her plan would bring a spectacular end to his poisoned and violent reign.
"Ensure the ravens are ready for the next part of your plan. Send messages to all the great Lords informing them that there will be a meeting at Harrenhal before the Tourney." Reyna scrawled other information of their detailed plan before signing off with a pseudonym.
She released the raven out of the window, watching it take to the grey skies.
A cough got her attention, shocked she turned and was met with a calm Catelyn Tully. Catelyn watched the older girl with crossed arms and pursed lips.
"Am I allowed to be here, or do I need your permission for that too," Catelyn remarked coldly as she glared.
"You are a guest, you should be able to feel at home." Reyna gave a fake smile before sitting back down. Shyam kept his gaze on the Tully girl as she thought of a remark to bite back with.
"It would be my home if you did not meddle in betrothals." The Tully girl calmly walked away, feeling triumphant at her remark, while Reyna sighed through her clenched jaws.
It was at these times that she wished she was a druid to cast a spell and silence those that deserved it.
However, the Tully girl was young and wanted to fulfil what she thought was her duty and bring honor to her family.
So in some ways, Reyna could relate to her.
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The morning rolled on with no new ravens and Reyna was bored of the Library. She craved something to do besides reading all day.
With an idea, she left the library to find her brothers.
Eddard was in his room and immediately smiled as he opened his door.
"Reyna! What are you plotting you mischievous wolf!" Eddard knew that smile too well. Reyna had it every time she wanted to sneak out at night or that time she had snuck into the Maester's room to steal herbs and a healing book when one late-night of sneaking off had gotten her into more trouble than she had planned for when she ended up in a tavern fight.
Of course, no one knew it was her that had drawn a sword on Kyle Condon after he insulted the Stark house in a drunken stupor, Eddard still smiled at the memory of seeing a black-eyed Kyle with a slash on his arm the next day when he was in the town for trading.
"Well, I am very bored and was thinking that maybe a trip to the Winterfell cellars was in order."
"You know Brandon would have been a better choice." Eddard folded his arms and raised an eyebrow at Reyna.
"Yes, I realize that, but he is out Hunting with Father and the Tully men. I knew you would be holed up in your room, avoiding the glorious and bloody sport."
"How about you drink and I babysit?" He offered.
"That is a deal I can agree with." Eddard watched as she smiled and began walking towards the kitchen. He was not surprised that Shyam was following right at her feet.
He smiled, at that moment he wished he could paint.
He would be able to capture moments like this where she was unknowingly breathtaking. She could draw anyone in with her beauty and keep them with her intriguing mind and pretty, calculated words.
He caught up to her and they began talking back and forth about the books they were reading or interesting facts about the houses.
Eddard appreciated how his sister always tried her best to understand him and tried to make him feel like his interests or dislikes were normal and nothing to be ashamed of.
They made it to the heavy cellar door that anoyone could feel the cold air biting through.
Reyna gave a laugh of excitement as she opened it. Eddard, Reyna and Shyam quickly piled in as the door shut once again.
Reyna was quick to search the shelves as firelight danced off the walls, her eyes went wide and lips turned into a smile as she plucked a bronze bottle off the shelf and grabbed a glass.
"Are you sure you don't want any brother?" Reyna asked as she poured Weirwood wine into the glass, the red Liquid was reminiscent of the myths of the blood that ran through the trees. Eddard shook his head.
"Cheers!" Reyna gulped the wine down while Eddard laughed.
The two sat down on the cold stone floor and Shyam followed his master's example.
The fire-lit halls were filled with their banter and laughter as Reyna gulped more wine down.
For a moment Reyna could relax and forget the pressures that rested on her shoulders.
"Thank you, Eddard." She smiled and rested her head on the older Stark's shoulder as he wrapped an arm lovingly around her waist.
At times like this it became clear to him that out of all things in this world, family was the most important to him.
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