The Time of Wolves

Posted originally on the Archive of Our Own at http://archiveofourown.org/works/22296430.

Rating: Explicit
Archive Warning: Graphic Depictions Of Violence, Underage
Category: F/M
Fandom: Game of Thrones (TV), A Song of Ice and Fire - George R. R. Martin, A
Song of Ice and Fire & Related Fandoms
Relationship: Jon Snow/Robb Stark
Additional Tags: Jon Snow is a Targaryen, Female Jon Snow, Cousin Incest
Stats: Published: 2020-01-17 Updated: 2020-01-21 Chapters: 9/? Words:
8199

The Time of Wolves

Summary

Lyarra goes along with Robb in the War of the Five kings and her brother gets a little
possessive.

Notes

This is a new idea I had. I don't know if I will be taking it very far. I always get random
ideas, eventually I will finish all my stories I promise I just have to work on them in
increments.
 Chapter 1

Lyarra:
“No, absolutely not.” Robb seethed out staring daggers into his mother.

“It was the only way.” His mother responded but Lyarra knew Robb would see right through that.
His mother had been trying to get rid of her for years. She would have jumped at any opportunity
to get rid of her.

“I don’t believe you. You cannot speak for Lyarra. You have no authority over her. Not anymore
you can only speak for Sansa and Arya you can’t even speak for me. You will go back. You will
tell them Lyarra will not marry a Frey.” He spoke angrily.

“I will not.” His mother responded growing red.

“Mother, Ill not have it. I am the Lord of Winterfell. The Frey’s can have Arya if we ever get her
back but not Lyarra. Do you understand?” He asked his mother and Lyarra felt sorry for the
woman.

“You cannot go back on your word.” His mother stated pointedly.

“What word? I never stated she would marry a Frey and you have no authority to accept an offer.
Arya will marry a Frey and offer them Bran, ill give him a keep in the north. But they won’t have
Lyarra.” Robb growled out.

“You can’t be serious. Bran is worth more than a bastard!” His mother gasps out.

“Lyarra is my sister. Ill not give two away to the Frey’s.” Robb responds and Lyarra watches his
jaw clench.

“I, Robb don’t do this.” His mother cries.

“Either you tell them or I send someone else.” Robb seethes and Lyarra watches as Catelyn Stark
walks from the room glaring hotly in her direction. She slides to Robb’s side after his mother
leaves. His head is in his hands and she thinks he might be crying. She places her hand on his
shoulder soothing him.

“You shouldn’t have done that. I would have married the Frey.” She speaks and his head shoots up
his eyes narrowing at her.

“You deserve better than a Frey.” Robb speaks tracing a thumb across her jaw. She stares at her
hands for a moment before she replies.

“You plan to give me to Theon then?” She asks and Robb glares at her. She knows Theon has been
asking. He has always been asking, her, her father, Robb. He's been after her even since she
flowered at two and ten.

“I said you deserved better Lyarra.” He replies with a huff pushing away from her and pacing
across the room.

“And Arya does not?” Lyarra asks angry.

“Don’t start little sister.” Robb sighs out running a hand across his face.
“She won’t marry whoever they choose you know.” Lyarra states and he sighs.

“I know.” He replies sadly.

His voice is so sad so tired that she can’t help but go to him. She nuzzles herself into his arms and
listens to him sigh as he wraps them around her his head leaning to sit on her own. His fingers pull
through her hair. It sooths him she knows. It has since they were children. Why she doesn’t know.
He pulls her close to him his body hard against hers.

“I need you close Lyarra.” He tells her then and she nods.

She understands she really does. Robb and her have always done everything together. They have
never been without each other. She wouldn’t know what to do without him next to her. The
thought was almost unbearable. She stays in his arms for what seems like hours. Too soon she is
forced to part from him. Lord Manderly coming again to speak to him. He wanted her brother to
marry his granddaughter. It was almost comical. Her brother would not marry. She shook her head
and smiled back at Robb as the lord entered the room and she exited. Ghost and Dacy were waiting
for her outside Robbs tent.

“Dacey.” Lyarra commented with a smile. Dacey had been chosen to help keep Lyarra safe within
the camp. He didn’t trust the men around her and while he knew she could take care of herself he
still worried. Her brother worried too much about her and it had only seemed to get worse and
worse lately. From getting her a guard to moving her tent to be right next to his. He demanded she
was in every council meeting and she dine with him every night no matter who else was there she
always sat to his right. She was never far from him and while she loved her brother more than
anything. She thought perhaps it had gotten to be a bit much.
 Chapter 2

Lyarra:
Blood pounded in her ears. She looks across the battlefield. She wasn’t supposed to be here. The
men weren’t supposed to let her out of the tent but here she is. She couldn’t not fight. She had to
help. Ghost is beside her his fur coated in blood. Her wolf is searching for her brother but just like
her she is lost for where he is. Another man comes running at her and she swings. She’s tired and
worn but her blow strikes true and then she looks to the right to the large yell that she hears and
there he is. His red hair shining, he’s lost his helmet and fear runs through her. Before she knows it
she’s running. She didn’t know she could run so fast, didn’t know she could weave between people
so quickly. She watches a knight cutting through Robbs guard like they were butter. She knows
that knight, knows Robb doesn’t stand a chance. Greywind is tearing through men on the other
side and Ghost is cutting her a path but they can’t help Robb. She watches the knight close in
watches Robb draw his sword. He will lose this fight. The first stab he is able to avoid but her
brother might be this generations best tactician but she is the better fighter. He won’t last long. She
knows other men are trying to help their lord but they aren’t there only she is. A blow is made and
Robb ducks. He won’t avoid the next one. Lyarra closes in running fast pushing her brother to the
ground and her sword meets the knights. The clang of metal is as surreal as Robb’s wide eyes as he
looks at her. She can’t look at him though, she needs to focus. The Lannister knight looks at her
with humor in his gaze as he slices at her. He is playing with her, doesn’t think her to be an
opponent. That is well good enough, it will work in her favor. She’s tired and a caught blow has
her falling to her knees she can’t keep his sword away for long she’s too weak. Her leg kicks out
and the knight stumbles to the ground. Robb is upon him then his sword at his throat.

“Your caught now kingslayer.” Her brother growls out passing the man off to another northman to
tie up before scrambling over to her.

“Lyarra, are you alright? What were you thinking?” He asks her crying out his hands cradling her
face.

“I had to make sure you were alright.” She tells him softly and he laughs, laughs softly in her ear as
he cradles her to him.

“You saved me Lya, love, sister.” He breathes into her ear and she sighs. He is alive. The battle is
over. That is all that matters to her. Men are groaning around them and Robb is rocking back and
forth cradling her in his arms. She’s exhausted and her lids start to close before a shout cuts
through the air.

“Lord Stark!” It screams and she pushes her brother away.

“Yes.” He states standing and the man stops the horse he is on dismounting.

“The Lannister army is on the run maybe a hundred or so left.” The man states and Robb nods.

“Have men chase after them but I don’t want them slaughtered just keep them moving out of our
territory.” Robb states with authority and her brother was built for authority. The man nods with a
bow and remounts his horse. Another man brings a horse to her brother and she knows it is for
him. She stands. She can ride Ghost if truly need. She would rather not her companion is tired
herself. Robb looks at her and motions for her to come to him.

“Get on the horse Lya.” He states and she wants to argue but she sees his face and knows there is
no point. She can barely mount and Robb has to help her. He starts to lead the horse but she knows
he is too tired to walk all the way back to camp. It might not be proper but they’ve done it before
many times.

“Robb, get behind me. Please. Your too tired to walk. The horse can take both of us.” She states
and he looks at her contemplative before he swings up settling behind her taking the reigns from
her hands. She falls asleep against his shoulder as the horse walks. His arms are too warm and her
head to heavy not to. Robb hums against her ear as she falls asleep. A lullaby old nan used to sing
to them and it almost takes away the horror she has seen but not really, men and death and blood
fill her dreams.
 Chapter 3

She hears him scream and the sound of something breaking. She runs out her tent just in time to see
Robb storm off into the woods. Lady Stark is standing there tears in her eyes but she doesn’t move
to follow her son. She probably shouldn’t follow him but she does. She has to she just know
something terrible has happened. He’s hacking at branches with his sword when she reaches him.

“Robb?” She asks softly and he whips around to her. There are tears in his eyes and she is suddenly
so very worried. “What is it?” She asks and he sniffles brushing his nose with the back of his hand
before speaking.

“Father…. The Lannisters….. Father…” He can’t form the words its like he is choking on them
and she steps forward catching his body with hers as he feels like he’s crumbling. “They killed
him.” He whispers out and her knees give out.

“What?” She cries her heart stuttering in her chest. They wouldn’t do that. That would be a horrible
tactical move. They have nothing to bargain for Ser Jaime back then. Two girls wouldn’t be worth
an heir never.

“They executed him as a traitor.” He breathes into her ear and she gasps a sob tearing in her throat.
No please no, not father not the only parent she ever had.

“No… Robb no…” She cries pulling back from him and looking him in the eyes. His eyes are too
sad. To sure and so she sobs. Her brother takes her face in his hands and presses their foreheads
together.

“He’s gone Lya.” He tells her choking on the words and she wants to scream. Tears are pouring
down her cheeks and she opens her mouth to choke out the sound but she doesn’t get the chance.
Warm lips meet hers and she’s drowning. They move against hers and she shouldn’t but in her
pain, she sinks into them her body molding to Robb’s, Robb. Robb her brother she thinks and
startles but she can’t pull away. Not when it feels so good. Not when his body feels so right against
hers. Not when its like he’s soaking up her pain, anger and anguish. Her lips move against his. It’s
her first kiss and she knows not what to do but she follows his lead. He pulls her closer as close as
possible his fingers curling around her back into her hip and the other into her hair. He pulls back
his nose brushing against hers softly.

“Lya.” He breathes into her and she sighs the pain has stopped and when he presses his lips back to
hers she sinks into him allowing him to take whatever he wishes from her. She’s in his lap now her
fingers tangled in the bottom of his tunic. Robb her mind screams, Robb just Robb her Robb.
Nothing makes more sense, feels more right than this no matter what her mind tells her. His tongue
pushes into her mouth and she isn’t sure about that, it feels odd but it brings him closer and that she
loves so she allows, she tries to keep up her fingers slipping up his chest to tangle in the curls
behind his neck. Robb, her body hums. Robb. Her Robb. Finally he pulls away from her his
forehead pressing to hers his large hand half cupping her cheek half tangled in her hair. Suddenly
she is very aware of how close they are, of what they have just done and she jumps in horror
standing looking at him her jaw dropping. Her fingers on her lips. He stands slowly his hands out
as if stopping her trying to calm her down.

“Its okay Lya.” He tells her and she shakes her head tears in her eyes. “It is alright just, stop Lya
don’t think about it okay just come here.” He tells her and she’s shaking her eyes tearing up.
“please Lyarra I need you.” He whispers out and she feels how broken he is and her body gives in
for her she can never say no to him. She walks into his arms his body wraps around hers and she
feels his sigh. This this is right she knows this is. This is okay. Her eyes close and her mind stutters
and stumbles over what has happened tears in her eyes and her fingers curled into Robb’s tunic and
she does not, not notice or feel the way the Robb’s muscles move under her fingers and how strong
his arms feel around her. Things she never noticed before, hasn’t noticed ever.
 Chapter 4

It was calm, the dark, as they walked through it. The man in front held the torch tightly through the
fog. It was eerie and then men were silent as they passed understanding, sensing the mood of the
lord before them. She walked beside her brother his fingers just inches from her own. He was stoic
and a storm inside raging. A caged wolf and it made her shiver. He hadn’t let her go, let her away
from him since the news came out. He had held her to him all day in the forest but hadn’t pressed
another kiss to her lips and she couldn’t tell if she was relieved or disappointed and she wasn’t sure
what emotion was worse either. Somewhere inside she felt as if she had dishonored her father, his
memory by what they had done but her soul it sung and she didn’t know which to follow her heart
or her brain, her honor. Robbs shoulders were set, he was on a mission and she, she was along for
the ride. As she always was supporting him, loving him, helping him when he needs.

They reached the wood cage and as it opened she felt pity inside her. The once shining knight was
slumped to a wood pole his hands tied behind his back his body covered in mud and grime. She
herself is shadowed by the dark her body unseen from the glorified knights eyes. Its better this way
she isn’t here to speak to him, no its Robb who must confront him.

“I thought you would have pushed me off to one of your bannerman’s castles by now but you just
keep me around dragging me from camp to camp, rather risky don’t you think?” The knight states
and Robb keeps his stoic face still.

“If I left you with one of my bannerman you’d be gone in a fortnight.” He replies and the knight
smiles sharply.

“Not trusting your bannermen Stark.” He smiles out to her brother.

“No I trust them with my life Lannister, just not yours.” Her brother responds and she agrees. They
have spoke of this. She was the one who encouraged him to keep Jaime Lannister close. Play his
game as if all were against him.

“Smart boy.” The Lannister drawls out and she sees Robb tense and her fingers curl into
themselves. The Lannister chuckles. “Don’t like being called boy, boy?” The knight states
laughing.

“You do yourself the dishonor Lannister. You’ve been caught by a boy, bettered by a boy, caged
by a boy. Maybe a boy will kill you.” He breathes out like a promise and she shivers his tone doing
things to her she didn’t know it could. She sees a glint of something unknown in the Lannister’s
eyes.

“Stannis Baratheon sent out ravens, he says Joffery Baratheon is neither a king nor a Baratheon.
Rather he’s your bastard son.” Robb speaks with no emotion. She is proud of her brother she
knows how hard it is for him to reign in his temper right now.

“How convenient for him then, he’d be the true king.” Jaime Lannister drawls out with rolled eyes.
He has a point. How can they trust a man who gains everything from his claim. Its such a horrible
slander a woman laying with her own brother. She gulps is it? She is not one to judge is she? Had
she and Robb not fallen, or does it not count. Its not the same surely.

“My father knew that’s why you killed him.” Robb states and she is surprised that he can keep his
temper in check.
“I was here when Ned Stark was killed.” Jaime replies and Robb tenses.

“I’ll not play word games. Your son, your sister killed him because he knew the truth. You tried to
kill my brother when he found it out as well didn’t you.” Robb replies and she hadn’t thought about
Bran but it made such sense.

“You’ve no proof boy.” The Lannister states still with his teasing bored drawl. She can feel Grey
Wind prowling around the cage now and her breath hitches. Robb is in control but, but Grey Wind
that’s a different matter entirely. She hears the wolf snap and watches the Lannister look behind
him at the prowling wolf. He’s afraid now and he should be.

“Robb.” She states softly stepping out of the shadows placing her hand on his arm. Her brother
looks at her his gaze turning warm. His fingers cover hers and she hears a jovial laugh.

“You judge me when you’ve got a sister of your own?” Jaime Lannister laughs out and her breath
catches. He knows how could he know? “You’re the bastard right girl? Makes sense, bastards and
all.” He states and Robb tenses beside her Grey Wind entering the cage.

“You don’t get to speak to her.” Her brother snarls out his wolf stepping closer to the chained man.
Robbs fingers curl into GreyWinds fur.

“I’m sending terms to your father.” He replies his temper soothing with the touch of his wolf.

“He won’t negotiate with you, you’re a fool to think so you don’t know him very well.” The knight
responds his voice tight.

“Maybe. But he’s starting to know me.” Robb responds pushing GreyWind forward and pulling
from the cage turning and leaving. Her hands still on his arm and he grips her fingers as he turns
keeping her to him. She hears Grey Wind’s jaws snap as they walk away and she knows Robb
hasn’t let him kill the Lannister but slight fear runs through her. Grey Wind has killed so many
men now he knows better than fear them. She doesn’t know if that is a good thing or not. They
walk to her brothers tent and she drops his arm once they enter.

“He’s right you know.” She whispers sadly softly and Robb shakes his head knowing of which she
refers to.

“He’s not, this isn’t the same Lya.” He replies and she stays silent. She doesn’t know about that it
seems the same. The same level of wrong that she thinks when she thinks of the bastard king. Their
children would be even worse. Not the Baratheon name to shield them as they grew up. True
Snows from a Snow mother. “It is I swear to you Lya, you’ve always been mine. I’ve known it my
whole life.” He continues and she wants to cry. She understands she feels it to the ache in her bones
when he is gone. She loves him but she can’t she wants to but it isn’t right.

“We can’t.” She states her voice soft and uncertain. But Robb doesn’t accept that. He steps into her
space taking her face in his hands. He kisses her soft and sweet and she feels a tear slip down her
cheek at just how wonderful and right it feels to feel him pressed against her. She pulls away
finally tears running down her cheeks. She can’t she turns and runs. Runs from him, from them
from the pain she feels inside.
 Chapter 5

“Here’s what I say to these two kings! They can go **** themselves, the only king I’m going to
follow is right there.” Greatjon Umber states pointing at her brother and her breath catches.

They are sitting in the hall of Riverrun. Finally, they have taken back the castle completely and
with the news of their fathers death they were trying to decide what to do next. She looks to her
brother looks to see what he is thinking. She is right beside him a foot away from his right arm.
Lady Stark is standing on his other side looking all too proud and for as much as she loves her
brother she loathes that woman. She is surprised when instead of replying or even looking to his
mother for support he looks at her. Their eyes lock and she can see the inner turmoil the inner fear.
She stares into his soul. You can do this she whispers to him on the air through her mind and he
must hear it. Determination sets in and she watches his stance change.

“The king in the north!” GreatJon yells and she watches the hall start up in unison. Before long
over and over the words are spread and it’s a shock and she doesn’t know what to do now. Her
brother is king. A king she can’t be alone with, not anymore. A king she can hardly look in the eye.
A king that she cannot help but adore, but notice how beautiful he really is.

Robb exits the hall she follows after him obediently just like he wants her to. Follows right behind
his mother. He speaks softly to his mother who then leaves through a door and he grasps her arm.
Her heart thuds. What can he want? She looks back and Theon is staring after them with a frown.
She gulps, her body feeling hard, could he know? Robb brings her to his solar and pulls her in. She
shakes her arm prepared for him to let her go but he doesn’t he grasps her harder if anything and
spins to face her. He pulls her to him his hands slipping to her face. Her heart stutters as he pulls
her neck up to him and presses their foreheads together.

“king Lya. King.” He breathes out in shock and she nods. She can’t believe it either.

“My king.” She states softly looking into his eyes and Robb’s eyes widen. She can actually feel his
heart beat quicken. He can feel his breath hot against her face. “My king.” She breathes out again
as if to cement it, as if to make it truly real.

Robb’s breath hitches and his lips are suddenly on hers his entire body pulling her in closer. His
hands are everywhere, they pull her closer and closer. One slides down her back to her tailbone
pushing her body to his. The other tangled in her hair at her neck. She couldn’t get away even if
she wanted to. His tongue reaches into her mouth and she opens up to him. How could she not, she
can’t help but let him in. Robb her mind breathes, Robb, Robb. His fingers slip up her chest and her
lungs are tight. She can’t really breathe. She feels the laces of her bodice pull and suddenly things
are very real. They couldn’t do this. No. It wasn’t right. His fingers slipped through the strings and
she feels his fingers skim over her bare chest and she startles pulling away from him.
“Robb.” She breathes out so confused and worried. Why, why must this always happen between
them now. Always turn to soft kisses and sweet words. “We can’t this isn’t right.” She tells him
softly and he sighs running his hand through his hair.

“I know.” He tells her brokenly looking at her his eyes as broken as his voice. “But I need you.” He
breathes out and her breath hitches. How can she say no to him? He is her brother, her family, her
everything.

“I know, I need you too.” She tells him and he deflates the stress seeping out of his bones.

“Come here.” He asks her and she does as he bids like she always does. Following him, his orders
is natural to her. His arms wrap around her and hold her to him. He doesn’t touch her not like that.
Not again that night, just holds her and speaks into her skin. Telling her his worries and concerns
and fears. She listens soaks it in and validates him just like he needs. Just like she always has but
something inside her, she knows its different this time.
 Chapter 6

Robb is pacing his fingers shaking. His mother is right. He needs to make a deal, they cannot win
fighting outright. He needs to deal with one of these kings and the Lannister and Stannis are out so
that leaves Renly. Eventhough Renly isn’t truly the king and that would mean forsaking honor.

“I can’t send her you know I can’t and I don’t have anyone else. I can’t send Theon. I need him.”
He speaks out his voice strained and angry. He hates being cornered. Her brother is a tactician and
a brilliant one at that but this isn’t what he is built for, a war like this one fought with words and
technicalities.

“Why not, I want it no more than you but…” She replies and Robb stares at her frustrated.

“I send her she will negotiate you away again and I’ll be able to do nothing this time and I’ll not
have it. Besides she will find me a wife and you know I can’t marry I am already married. Under
the old rules.” He states pacing once more. She sighs. He is not married. Cant he understand that.
She doesn’t say anything and he stops before her taking her face in his hands. “I won’t let them
take you from me, not anyone not ever.” He states his voice hard and final. She sighs closing her
eyes. She lets the words wrap around her for a moment just letting them sink in they feel so good
around her.

“Then send me.” She responds to him and it’s a good idea eventhough she’s a bastard. His eyes
widen and he shakes his head.

“No. NO. You belong here. With me. NO Ill not send you away, what if something happens. NO.”
He states rambling his hands shaking. He is crazed this attachment he has for her is unhealthy.

“Robb. Someone needs to go and if its me. You know I will take care of it the way you want. I will
never betray you brother.” She whispers to him her own fingers tracing his jaw. Desperation shines
in his eyes. He wants to send her away no more than she really wants to go but she needs to. It will
be good for them to spend some time apart. She doesn’t know how much more of this she can take
before she breaks how many more nights she can spend wrapped up in him before she allows him
what he so wishes. How much longer can she resist the heat of his mouth moving against her neck.
“Please let me do this for you, my brother, my king.” She whispers out and she feels him groan.
His breath changes. He likes hearing that from her lips. That he is her king, her everything is more
what he hears when she says it she knows and truly he is. She knows he will allow her now. His
lips steal hers and her body falls into his. He’s consuming her, the entirety of her body is his. She
gasps into him and he takes the chance to taste her. He pulls back slightly his fingers at the ties of
her bodice.

“Alright.” He breathes out and she’s almost shocked she won that easily but she should know
better.

He’s distracting her. The ties are unwound and the fabric is pulling outward at her chest. She looks
down worriedly and then to Robbs face and watches his wondered expression. She should really
stop him. She knows she should but it’s him and perhaps Lady Stark is right about bastards but she
can’t stop him not even if she wished it. Her body wouldn’t allow her. His lips fall to her neck and
start to lead down to the tops of her chest. She feels teeth sink into the flesh of her breast and she
cries out not able to breathe. Oh what her brother does to her. What horror and wonder he fills her
with.

“Robb…. Robb please…” She breathes out trying to push him away but he growls pulling himself
closer to her not allowing her to leave him.

His fingers dig into her hips and her body quivers. He is so strong so solid. He will never let her go.
He isn’t going to stop. He will never stop she sees that now and she isn’t sure how to take the
satisfaction that runs through her at that. His eyes bore into hers and his lips descend. They are
sweet against hers and she feels his fingers touch her nipples and she cries her back arching into
him. He groans in approval against her mouth and she sighs. She loves this, she really does. It feels
so right.

“Your grace!” A call shouts from outside the tent. She jumps they are lucky no one had entered.
Her breathing is heavy and his is even worse. He coughs and then speaks back to the man outside.
She doesn’t listen just pulls at her front ties. She runs from the tent pulling out of Robbs arms as he
tries to stop her. She cant believe herself. She truly is wonton. She would have allowed him,
allowed and she shakes her head. This cannot happen it is good she is leaving.
 Chapter 7

Renly Baratheon is not how she expects him to be. He doesn’t even blink once at her status.
Doesn’t stare at her clothes or her hair, doesn’t objectify her at all. The lady or queen Tyrell she
supposes isn’t anything like she thought either. She is kind and soft and when they arrive she
somehow manages to gain their attention even though there is a mlee going.

“Lyarra Snow your grace, I come on behalf of the king in the north.” She states and the eyes turn to
her.

“The king in the north.” Renly states and she nods.

“And he sent you, a bastard?” A man behind Renly starts but the queen holds up her hand and the
man stops speaking.

“His sister.” Dacy states behind her and that intrigues the king.

“Lady Lyarra why has Lord Stark sent you?” The queen asks sweetly and kindly and she
understands. They don’t know of her how would they.

“He wants to treat with you. Our fight is not against the Baratheons nor the iron throne just the
Lannisters.” She tells them and she can tell it was a good answer the king smiles at her.

“That is good, still why has he sent you? Why now and why you?” Asks the queen and she is
beginning to understand. The queen has the power here. The real power anyhow and she notices
the vast amount of green and gold around the field.

“He sends me because I am his sister and he trusts me to speak on his behalf. As for why perhaps
that is better discussed elsewhere.” She tells the queen and the woman cocks her head slightly and
blinks. That’s a yes she believes.

“It is good you’re here. Join the festivities. We are celebrating a few days my brother and his army
will be here and I can add to my forces.” Renly states joyfully.

“Thank you, your grace.” She states with a bow. She hates royals hates pomp she is so glad Robb
loathes it as well or she would have died from having to hear it daily.

“Lady Lyarra, I’ll show you to a place to stay.” The queen states standing and she moves to start to
protest but the womans face stops her. She walks down the banister and comes to stand beside her.
They walk and Lyarra feels the authority rolling off the girl and she thinks this, this is a queen.
This woman, she is what Robb needs something like her to help him run the north. Not someone
like Lyarra who doesn’t know the first thing about ruling, who knows only to speak when spoken
to not to speak over a crowd.

“So now, you speak for your brother?” The queen asks and Lyarra nods.

“Yes, my brother and I have always been close he trusts my judgment.” She tells the woman and
she nods back.

“So, tell me why you are here.” The queen states and Lyarra almost sighs. It is hard to explain
correctly.

“Our fight is not with you, the Lannisters killed my father they hold my sisters hostage. Stannis has
been seen burning people alive. The north is prepared to support Renly’s claim to the throne and
help him obtain it.” She states and Margaery Tyrell smiles slyly.

“Yes, I’m sure and what do you want in return?” She asks and Lyarra smiles yes she likes this
woman.

“That the north remains independent.” She states and the girl raises a brow.

“Why should we let the north remain independent we have the resources we could defeat both the
Lannisters and the north at the same time.” The girl states and Lyarra nods thus is true. They
could.

“Your army isn’t accustomed to fighting in the snows it would not be as easy as you think to take
the north your grace. Besides this the north is a hard country to keep under control. Robert
Baratheon barely kept it under control. It is more trouble than its worth to you.” She tells her and
the queen keeps walking but she can see the wheels turning.

“I will speak to his grace on your behalf. Tomorrow we ride out to meet Stannis, you should join
us.” The queen tells her and she nods. That will be a confrontation worth seeing. She can gage
Stannis herself and see if he is the better option for Robb.
 Chapter 8

Stannis Baratheon is glaring as soon as he rides up to them. She can tell the brotherhood between
these two is not good. Not like her and Robb but then again, they aren’t brothers. No she is a girl
and boy does Robb know it. Renly glares back at his brother and Lyarra sighs this is not what she
wanted not at all. Dacy shifts on her horse beside her and she knows she is uncomfortable here as
well. They don’t belong here.

“I’m surprised to see Stark Banners here.” Lord Stannis states and Lyarra sighs.

“They had not thought to be here but circumstances demanded it my lord.” She states back to him
and the mans eyes narrow and she feels the red womans eyes looking deep into her soul. She looks
back at her and is afraid by the gaze she sees.

“Who are you? Starks side with my brother, he is the second son. Ned Stark named me king.” The
man states and Lyarra wants to put her head in her hands. She has no idea of what her father did or
didn’t do.

“I’m Lyarra Snow. Robb Stark’s sister and I know not what my father had done I know only what
my king demands of me.” She states to the wind and the red woman continues to look hard at her
and it starts to make her hands shake.

“A snow. Stark doesn’t think much of you then brother does he?” Stannis states and Lyarra
stiffens.

“That is my concern brother.” Renly spits out annoyed.

“Because we share the same parents I give you this chance. Come to me this night and surrender
and I will give you your old spot on the council and will forgive your transgressions.” Stannis
states and Lyarra sees Renly’s teeth clench.

“A few banners don’t make you a king.” Stannis states and Renly scoffs.

“No the men holding them do.” He replies and she watches Stannis’s eyes narrow. Renly has a
point. He has the Tyrell army he will win this battle. Stannis looks at him before thundering off the
other way. The meeting is done she supposes and still she has no idea what exactly has happened.

Renly and the queen call her later to his tent and she waits for them to speak the queen is standing
behind her husband and she knows the queen is the one who has called this meeting. The queen is
the one who is going to agree or disagree to her proposal.

“I swear to you my brother has no interest in the iron throne only the north.” She states her voice
filled with slight pleading tone.

“Your brother can keep everything north of moat Catlin but the Riverlands stay with me. I will
allow the Tully’s to stay lord paramount of the region. In return you will fight the Lannisters with
me and will support my rule.” Lyarra chances a glance at the queen and the woman is smiling slyly
and Lyarra knows she has her to thank for this. The king however his attention is solely on the man
standing on his left side. A man she had seen at his side every moment of every day. She had seen
how their hands brushed and how Margaery reacts to the movement. They are playing a dangerous
game the three of them if someone found out it would mean the end of the king.

“Thank you, your grace my brother will be most pleased.” She tells him and Renly nods.
“Yes well he will swear to me that he will be loyal.” The Baratheon states and looks over his
shoulder to the queen and her brother. The queen nods to him and he stands. He goes to a mirror
and starts to take off his armor.

“A marriage between our families as well. His grace has no siblings or children to offer but I’ve
three brothers. It matters us not who fills this and to which brother.” The queen states smiling and
this, this raises a problem.

“Both my sisters are betrothed. Is there not another way?” She asks looking from the queen to her
husband.

Suddenly she feels a chill on the air and she stands. Something is here. She doesn’t know how she
knows but there is something on the air. She looks around standing. The queen is looking at her
worriedly confused but Lyarra ignores it something is wrong. Very wrong.

“Is everything alright?” The queen asks and Lyarra doesn’t answer she needs to concentrate, needs
to figure out what is going on.

She feels the wind blow in and she sees a shadow. A dark shadow enters and moves across the
room. It is quick but Lyarra is quicker she doesn’t know how she knows but she does. She runs
through the tent and pushes the king. She doesn’t think she just moves and she should because the
last thing that goes through her mind as the dark shadow pierces her shoulder is that Robb won’t
survive her death. It will kill him and destroy their family. She barely feels the pain in her shoulder
only sees the shocked faces of those around her as she crumbles to the ground.
 Chapter 9

She wakes to pain. Pain in her head, pain in her shoulder in her bones. Her body is on fire. She
doesn’t know why she is in pain can’t remember the reason and all she wants when she finally is
able to open her eyes is to see her brothers face. To feel his arms around her his breath against her
neck his fingers laced with hers. But there isn’t her brother and she can’t feel him near her. Her
mind feels betrayed, how could Robb leave her like this? She is obviously in horrible pain,
someone must have hurt her but the only ones she sees is a very beautiful brown-haired girl with
some crown on her head for some reason and a man with another crown and possibly the most
beautiful man she’s ever seen besides her brother, the traitor. The people don’t notice that she is
awake at first and eventually she is able to hear what they are saying.

“What are we going to do if she doesn’t wake up?” The curly haired man states worriedly. They
are talking about her she guesses.

“War with the North. All are spies have told us the same thing.” The girl states. The queen she
starts to remember. Renly Baratheon’s queen. One of the men must be him. The dark brown haired
she guesses. The pretty one looks too much like the girl, Margaery Tyrell. He’s her brother she
doesn’t remember his name but he’s important somehow, very important to both the king and the
queen she knows this.

“What do they say Margaery?” The king asks and the girl sighs looking at her brother. She is
surprised they still haven’t noticed she’s awake.

“He’s very attached to her, more than anyone. More than I am to Loras. Apparently, his mother had
to take back a bethroal to the Freys and gave them his trueborn sister instead of her. She saved him
from Jaime Lannister. I don’t know exactly but they all say she is the most important thing in the
world to him. If she dies because of us he will come for us. I don’t know if we would get him to
stop, we can’t afford another war not with how much Stannis somehow managed to cost us.” The
queen states in a worried tone and Lyarra wants to laugh. They are wrong she is not the most
important thing to him, but he would kill whoever caused her death.

“What if we gave him Stannis. He is the one who did it.” The brother states and the two look to
him.

“That might work.” Margaery states and she watches Renly sigh.

“We don’t know if she is going to die or not.” He says and she thinks perhaps she should say
something.

“She isn’t going to die and my brother would have settled for Stannis at least it would be worth the
attempt.” She tells them and all wide eyes turn to her. She attempts to sit up and cries out in pain as
she does so. Margaery is at her side as soon as she does so.

“You shouldn’t be getting up.” She tells her and Lyarra shrugs in pain. She knows that but she
needs to get back to Robb more now than ever. She needs to see him.

“We have matters to discuss still I believe.” She tells them and they look at her eyes big. “My
sisters are bethroathed they are not an option.” She tells them and they look to eachother.

“I’ll marry you, you saved Renly.” Margaery’s brother states and she smiles at him. If she comes
back married then Robb would, she doesn’t know what he would do.
“I cannot marry you.” She tells him and he looks at her confused.

“Why you are unmarried.” He tells her and she sighs pulling hair from her eyes.

“Technically, to those who follow the old old religion I am married.” She replies and they look at
her with wider eyes. “We follow the old gods in the north. A boy once swore he would marry me,
only me in his life and I accepted his vow. A vow in front of the old gods is binding. In their eyes I
can be married to only him. I am married to him.” She tells them and the look at her as if she has
grown two heads.

“Who was the boy?” Loras asks and she smiles at him.

“I cant tell you.” She states and Loras frowns.

“Why not.”

“The same reason you cannot show your true relationship with your king.” She replies and the
room stills. “I wont say anything. I have another idea however. Once you take Kingslanding
Joffery Baratheon will be dead. My sister Sansa’s bethroal will be void. She can marry your brother
the heir, he is unmarried yes?” She asks and Margaery looks at her a small smile crossing her face.

“Yes. We would accept Sansa Stark for Willas’s bride.” She speaks and Lyarra smiles. Good it is
settled then.

“Alright then. We are agreed. Robb will not betray you and you will not betray us.” She tells them
and Renly nods.

“You saved my life. I owe you, the north a debt I cannot pay. I will send troops with you to help
you take the Westerlands as your brother seems to aim to do. We are on the same side after all.”
Renly states and Lyarra smiles at him.

“Thank you, the troops will be most welcomed.” She tells him trying to stand and having to catch
herself on the bed. She is weak so very weak.

“You must rest. We will be camped here for some time. It is no bother to us.” Margaery states.

“How long have I been asleep?” She asks and they look to each other.

“Ten days.” Margaery states and she gasps. Robb will be so worried.

“Did you send a letter tell him what had happened?” She asks worriedly and they shake their heads
that is good at least. “I must go. He will send people after me he will think you have taken me
prisoner. I must get back.” She states and the group looks at her with worried eyes but relents.

“Alright let me tell your guard.” Lord Loras states and Lyarra nods at him.

She is about to leave when Loras next comes up to her. He is carrying something wrapped in cloth
and Lyarra is immediately curious. Her should is a throbbing pain that nothing can take away and
she feels like she has been trampled by horses but she is still curious by nature.

“I wanted to thank you for saving him. I don’t know what I would have done had he died.” Loras
states tears in his eyes.

“You don’t have to thank me. I did what any decent person would have done.” She tells him but
the man shakes his head.
“You did more, if you ever need anything just ask and I will do my best for you.” He tells her and
she smiles at him nodding. He hands her the package it is a sword not just any sword its Velerian
stell and she wonders who and how he is giving it to her it has a white wolf at the pommel. It’s
beautiful.

“I cant accept this.” She tells him and he shakes his head at her.
"Yes you can, you will." His tone is an order she knows all to well and she takes a deep breath truly
touched. The man nods with a smile and turns to walk away but turns back.

“The man who swore to love only you, its your brother, the king in the north isn’t it.” Her eyes
widen at his words and she stutters her hands shaking. “I won’t say anything, I owe you that. We
don’t choose who we love you know.” He tells her with a soft sad smile before walking away.

His words burn in her mind more than her body as she rides. We don’t choose who we love, love,
he smiled at her, smiled after he knew, knew that it was her brother. He just smiled. He accepted it.
We don’t choose who we love. She smiles eventhough her entire body burns she feels free. Or
more free. Maybe she isn’t such a monster so crazy and wonton bastard.

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