A daughter born admits snow with ice in her eyes and fire in her heart
A son born admits flames with fire in his eyes and ice in his heart
The union between the Wolf Lady of the North and the Dragon Prince of the South will forever be remembered as...
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281 AC, Winterfell
Rickard walked the grey halls of Winterfell towards the Great Hall where he would dine with three of his children. Since the death of his wife, his beloved Lyarra, he hadn't been the same, and neither had the Keep he called his home. But since the departure of his eldest daughter the grey halls of Winterfell had become even greyer. It was like a light had disappeared from the already dark north.
Alyssa had always been able to light up any room she entered and it wasn't until she left for King's Landing he had realise exactly how important she had been. Alyssa had taken on the duties as Lady of Winterfell with grace, never questioning or arguing with what she had to do, she just did it which was why he allowed her to do as she pleased when she was done with her duties.
But with Alyssa gone the responsibilities as Lady of the House would fall to Lyanna, but that hadn't worked out very well. His youngest daughter has skipped almost every lesson with the Maester and when he had talked to her she had acted more like a child than a lady. He knew that she was still young and that he couldn't expect her to be like Alyssa, but she was still a Stark.
And Alyssa leaving hadn't only effected the running of Winterfell. Most of his children seemed to be lost without their sister. Brandon had become moodier, Ned quieter, Lyanna more easily annoyed and Benjen was sad over loosing the only mother figure he had.
It hadn't even been three years since he last saw Alyssa, but somehow it felt like an eternity. Alyssa had already given birth to two children, a prince and a princess, and suddenly the little girl he had once held in his arms were not so little anymore.
He would have loved to visit her, but his duties to the North didn't allow him to travel South, not even know when the chance presented itself. But that didn't mean that his children couldn't see their sister again.
When he entered the hall Brandon, Lyanna and Benjen were already seated, chatting happily with each other. He sat down and the four started dining and after a few minutes he decided to break the news.
"I have an announcement to make" Rickard said and three pairs of eyes snapped to him, "I received a letter today. Lord Whent is hosting a tourney at Harrenhal in celebration of his maiden daughter."
"A tourney?!" Benjen squealed, "Can we go? Please!"
Rickard had problems containing his smile at his youngest enthusiasm when it came to knights and swordplay. "There must always be a Stark in Winterfell" Rickard said, "Which is why I've decided to stay behind. Brandon, you will be tasked to lead the northern party to the tourney, which will be a great opportunity for you to show yourself as the heir to Winterfell."
