UNEDITED

|WINTERFELL, mid 279 AC|

FOR LYARRA STARK SHE HATED HER ELDEST BROTHER, stories were told to her for years by her handmaidens how very loved she was by her siblings especially by her eldest brother, Brandon. She doesn't believe in those stories despite the claims that her eldest brother, Brandon loved her the most and treated her like a princess. She grew up hearing stories about her siblings. The eldest stark, Brandon he is known to be named the the wild wolf, she'll remember her brothers twisted behavior around women.The second oldest brother is Eddard the quiet wolf. She smiled because her favorite brother is and always will be Eddard. Whenever Brandon will teased her, Eddard will be there to defend her, she loved that and loved him dearly. Her sister Lyanna is known as the she-wolf she doesn't get along with Lyanna quite well despite her brothers claim that Lyanna and her are very similar yet intriguingly different. Her brothers claims are ridiculous for her, Lyanna has always been close to their brother, Brandon despite her and Eddard. Lastly, Benjen Stark her youngest brother he is only a boy small and fragile.

She found herself walking across the icy snow when she stopped spotting her elder sister running towards her holding Benjen hand.
"Lyarra!" Lyanna whines, scrunching her nose up. She walked towards Lyarra, holding Benjen hand. Lyanna wasn't that tall but yet she held the perfect height to be a women. "Help, Benjen. He needs to find father he doesn't seem to quite get that meaning that he is filthy." Lyarra nodded grabbing little Benjen hand walking away. "You don't simply get it? Do you? You have been smelling for quite a while, do you? You been smelling for a month." She smiled sweetly at her younger  brother whom simply chuckles looking at his oldest sister. Soon after Lyarra bump into a large plead chest she looked up realizing her eldest brother Brandon stepping in front of them.

"Brandon!" She exclaims, shouting. Brandon chuckles observing her. "Be more nice to your big brother," he replies, ruffling her hair. "You shouldn't go off on your own, Lya," he continues as Lyarra resists the urge to roll her eyes, opening her mouth to shoot back a barbed response, but finds herself biting her tongue.

"Were are you going, white-wolf?"

Lyarra sighed. "Brandon, please. Benjen has been filthy for a month." Brandon Stark knew he should be thoroughly ashamed that he was teasing his youngest sister. He heard stories of his sisters around the Winterfell from the commoners. The stories of Lyanna the she-wolf carrying the northern wild beauty but nothing compare to his sister, Lyarra. She is different yet so much like Lyanna. They don't named his sister, Lyarra the white wolf for nothing.
"Brandon, what's got you thinking so hard?" Her soft question, asked with honesty, stated plainly, soothed him-somewhat.
"Oh Lyarra, simply observing little Benjen height, compare to yours." This caused Lyarra raising her eyebrow as she hold Benjen hand tighter.
"Stop thinking, Brand. We have tonight a feast and that will have to be enough." She spoke, changing the topic.

Lyarra walked away with Benjen leaving Brandon alone, this wasn't nothing more. "Would you believe, Brand. He is such a arse always asking random questions!" She looked at her youngest brother so little yet growing tall. Benjen smiles cheekily as Lyarra stared at her youngest brother. "You'll be tall and strong, I assure you." Benjen smiles as Lyarra began to ruffling Benjen hair. Her youngest brother age wasn't far apart from her own age. She is thirteen her eldest brother Brandon is eighteen and Eddard, only sixteen. Lyanna is only fourteen. Lyarra put her arm around Benjen shoulders and hug him tightly.
"Have I told you, Benjen. I love you. Always remember that I love you."

The next morning, she ate the grand table with her father and siblings. Still frankly amazed her father and eldest brother, Brandon were drunkenly from last night feast. She was asked to leave early with Lyanna and Benjen due to the Karstarks being wild and heavy.

Her head turned hearing her father commands to Brandon to visit Riverlands. Her eldest brother wasn't fond on the idea of father requesting him to get to know Catelyn Tully a fair maiden who lives in the Riverlands. She has heard stories of her yet she understands Brandon desire not married her. Catelyn is only fair girl around her age to young. Rumors circulate Winterfell that her father, Rickard is working in betrothed between a Stark and Tully yet she hears rumors of her oldest sister Lyanna possibly a betrothed for her.
"Lyarra, will you come to Riverlands?" Her eldest brother Brandon asked she responded with a firm shake of her head, and her eyes met his.
"No, Brand. If you call the banners, I will come, of course, but I have no business in Riverlands."

Brandon felt his desperation choke him, then an idea came to mind. "Both of my sisters will come they will, father." He looked at his father with pleading eyes.

"Leave the girls be, Brandon, they both have to introduced themselves when Eddard returns from fostering this month. You're not leaving now, Brand. Eddard is bringing Robert Baratheon, we need to introduced ourselves to the Lord of StormEnds." Her face saddened she heard of Robert Baratheon parents passing yet they died in plain sea with no chance of escaping. A tear fell down her cheeks she couldn't imagined the horror the younger Baratheon's had seen nobody wants to see their parents' ship, Windproud, sink in a storm in Shipbreaker Bay.

Lyanna choked once she heard the name Robert. She proceeded to say, "I hear he is father already. He can't keep himself in one bed." Lyanna has changed so much for one she was to keen on possibly idea of marrying a Lord especially if that Lord is considered Robert Baratheon.

"Lyanna, I know. He is just visiting."

Lyarra stayed quiet eating her corn but steadily and not eagerly. It's been two years since her brother left or three. She missed Eddard yet she seems to think he never left. "Father, can I be excuse?"

Rickard smiled gently. "Of course." She got up as she felt her siblings stares followed her.

She wore her hair down and wore purple long dress. Her brown hair was down yet in small braids, she bit her lip walking. She was nervous yet calm. "There you are!?"Her body spin around to revealed her friend, Edgar Evans.

He grinned as they both stare at each other. Edgar stared at Lyarra for long time. He studied her observing her eyes, nose, distinctly features. When she proceeded to break apart the trance they were having with each other by taking a step back, she accidentally slipped falling to the ground bringing Edgar on top of her.
"Oh, Lady Lyarra has strike me, saved me."

Lyarra laughs, sweetly. She embraces him by putting her arms around his neck, over-joyed. "Oh, please. I'm only a girl but I'm Stark. Remember that," she spoke softly, lightly smiling.

"Sevenhells. Tongue as sharp as a Stark," he stared at her lovingly. Edgar stood up offering his hand to bring her up. She gladly accepted it and sprang herself up being one inch away from him. "You're so beautiful," He whispered. She back up gently and shyly and tried to hide her red cheeks from showing.

"Edgar, It's sweet of you. . ."

He stoped her from continuing. "Right. I'm a Evans and never will be with a Lady,  I have grown feelings for a girl so pure and sane yet she is confused where she stands in her family."

"Edgar, I'm a Lady. I liked you a lot but my duty is to be married off and bore some lord many heirs." Lyarra responded shyly. Yet her eyes never left his own eyes. "Lyarra, I was a boy when you were born. I was shy and quiet yet your eldest brother, Brandon he never liked me told me I was too shy and sane which he never like. You were born so pure and sane, I knew somehow I'll end up loving you."

Lyarra tears sprang up as they stare into each other eyes.

"Lyarra."

They both turn around to spot Brandon and Lyanna appearing.

"Why are you crying?" Lyarra walked away as Lyanna and Brandon looked at each other then at Edgar. He step forward to the siblings bravely. Brandon grinned as he step forward angrily. "I know you! You're the blacksmith son aren't you?Listen you'll never make a Lady of Winterfell cried. Not my sister!"

"Tell us why she is crying!" Lyanna interrupted.

Edgar sighed. "Because I loved her." He walked away leaving Lyanna and Brandon with open eyes. No matter how sensible he sounded, Brandon wanted to scream and rage. That sister of his had been his father's bid to make sure Lyarra is eligible to be married off she cannot be in love or already carried suitors.

Meanwhile she wept silently near the walls of crypt only to be spotted by her father. She quickly wiped her tears away and smiled brightly at her father as he approach concern.

"Lyarra,why are you here?

Lyarra smiles gently and brightly. "Nothing father, wanted to pay my respects."

Rickard walked to his youngest daughter and bend down. "I know something is wrong. You're my daughter and carried the name of my beloved Lyarra. Your mother. I want to hear you, understand you."

Lyarra couldn't spill out that Edgar a boy of eighteen is in love with her. Her father would  make sure he is thrown away from Winterfell never to be seen again due to her obliged to stay clean and not be seeded with a child when she is in her teens.
"It's Brandon he broke my purple dress on purpose," She lies but literal telling the truth recalling the events the day before where her older brother melted her purple-striped white leather lanes dress like rotten meat near the fire yet her father laughs.

"My white wolf, surely he has reason but you know Brandon he is wild," Rickard spoke smiling gently at his youngest daughter, Lyarra. She is nothing like her late mother but different more like Lyanna but has her own twist for once she likes being a Lady and wishes to married a lord and bore him heirs but she has side to herself that considers wild, free.

The topic quickly changes his mind as he remembers he must meet somebody who just arrived shortly ago and has been waiting for him to appeared.
"Lyarra, I must attend some business please make sure Lyanna is properly dress for tonight feast."

Before Rickard could walked away he was grabbed by his daughter. "Father, may I ask why the feast?" Rickard sighed. He knew to well that if any-of his children were to curious to know it will be his beloved daughter, Lyarra. It wouldn't help whenever he tries to hide his agreements and meetings with other Lords somehow it will always end with a table and a seat sitting with Lyarra explaining his agreements he made with other houses.

"We have a special guests tonight. They arrived shortly and ask specifically not to address them formally and ask for a private feast."

Lyarra studies her father behavior he was much more confident and mature whenever guests will arrived but he looked nervous and concern. "From what house?"

Rickard. "You'll find out but I beg of you that you'll make Lyanna act like lady. And make sure you properly introduced yourself and make sure Lyanna does too."

"Alright, I will do so," Lyarra spoke confidently. Rickard smiled gently at his youngest daughter and walked away leaving her alone in the crypts. Yet, Lyarra didn't know this is only the beginning of her impenetrable existence that she will endure soon enough.