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Chapter 1

Re-making Sansa's bed as she sat chattering away happily about something I wasn't particularly paying attention to, too focused on smoothing out the creases in the sheets before placing the thick furs back on top. Righting myself I turned back to the young red headed girl sat at the table positioned to the right of her bed. Before I could say anything a knock from the door sounded throughout the room.

Twisting the knob I opened the door to see Robb, Sansa's fourteen year old brother, stood on the other side with a bundle of something in his arms. Raising my brows I watched as whatever he was holding wriggled. Robb simply smiled as I opened the door wider to allow him inside.

Sansa's eyes lit up when she saw him, only to pause when she saw something small and grey peek out from the fabric within his arms. Rising from her chair she shuffled closer to her brother just as a small whimper exited Robbs arms. "What is it?" she asked.

"A direwolf pup." Robb answered. "We found it's mother dead unfortunately. There were enough pups for all of us. Jon thought it was only right, they are the sigil of our house." Sansa's eye lit up beautifully as she registered that the small animal in her brothers arms was hers. "You have to care for him yourself. Fathers orders."

"Of course." The girl breathed as she accepted the wolf pup, already cooing down at him. Her brother no longer had her attention as she focused on the small fluffy grey animal that was burrowing itself closer to her body as though seeking warmth.

"Best think of a name for him." Robb informed her, stepping backwards to the door that was still open waiting for him to exit. He gave me a small smile before leaving, a motion which I returned as I shut the door. Sansa was seated once again, her small hands stroking the soft fur of her new pet.

"What do you think you will name him?" I asked, moving forwards for a closer look. Sansa smiled.

"How about... Lady?" She replied. I couldn't help but smile. It was an apt name for Sansa, she was a gentle soul herself. The perfect lady.

"Sounds beautiful, My Lady."

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The wolves grew fast I found out over the next fortnight. Arya, Sansa's 8 year old sister, was completely in love with her new wolf. She was the complete opposite of her sister. Where Sansa was gentle, Arya was rough. Where Sansa was lady-like... Arya was not. Arya wanted to sword fight and play in the mud. She really should have been born a boy, she would have thrived more.

Her mother didn't accept of her wants though, causing the young girl to pout and throw fits. She was definitely defiant. Having the direwolf had helped calm the wild girl since receiving it. Having to spend her time looking after it, being so defenceless for the first week or so had all her attention, and the idea of having such an animal with her cheered her up. It was a dangerous animal, her next best thing for now to feel better for not being allowed to train with a sword.

Currently I was watching her roll around on the floor with said animal, laughing in joy when her wolf, Nymeria, licked her face. Smiling I rested my arms on my knees.

"Are you excited for your name day?" I asked. Arya rolled onto her back to look at me. "Turning nine. Gosh, you are growing so fast." Arya smiled at me as I slightly reminisced. I had been with the Starks my entire life. I had known Arya her entire life. When I turned twelve, and Sansa seven, I had started working as her hand maiden. I still helped out with whatever I could but at the end of the day I worked for Sansa.