I own nothing except my characters and Baldor Wish I owned Robb but sadly I don't. It is my first attempt at writing fics so be kind but suggestions are welcome Hope u enjoy.

"Fin! For Gods sake if you don't get a more on we'll never get to the mainland before nightfall!" The booming voice of Finvarra Teague's eldest brother broke her state of perpetual daydreaming.

"I'm coming, I'm coming!" Bolting out of bed Finvarra quickly changed into the clothes lovingly laid out for her the night before. Oversleeping on the day of our departure, well done Fin! With a yawn she swiftly started shoving various books into a soft brown leather bag. The morning light poured through her open window, bathing the room in a natural glow, softening its dark wooden features.

"You know you really should have done that last night little sister," came a disapproving yet amused voice from her doorway. Logan Teague, eldest child of Lord Quilliam and Lady Alana, stepped into his sister's room shaking his head, his dark hair falling into his face.

"Yeah well, I forgot!" Grumbling Fin closed the heavy and bulging bag of leather volumes. Logan chuckled as Fin grabbed his arm, bag slung over her shoulder, and pulled him out of the room. Her soft ebony eyes briefly took in the loving familiarity of her room one last time.

Making their way to the awaiting carriages outside, Fin tried to imagine a Stark family five years older, for that was how long it had been since she'd last braced the bitter winds of the North. She wondered if she'd recognise them. So much time had gone by, would they recognise her? Thinking back to her ten-year-old self she saw a scruffy girl with hair the colour of horse chestnuts. However now Finvarra Teague stood much taller, wrapped in a midnight blue dress and fur cloak, her silky hair in an intricate braid. Yes, she certainly had changed; no longer was she a little tomboy, but a beautiful young woman.

To any outsider she might appear the perfect well-mannered young lady. But on closer inspection you might notice the humour and mischief in her fine eyes. I wonder if Robb remembers when I beat him at archery? If not I'll have to remind him. Smirking to herself she swiftly made her way to her family, remembering young Robb's look of humiliation with a chuckle.

The children of Lord Quilliam and Lady Alana Teague were a mighty brood of seven, the eldest three being boys. Logan, Declan and Ryley, like any older brothers, saw to it to both protect and pester their younger siblings. Both out of love of course! Finvarra, Kyla, Jonah and little Keeley made up the remaining four Teague children. Together they made an attractive bunch, all with expressive eyes and high cheekbones.

Lord Teague was a kind-hearted man in his forties with greying ash-blonde hair, sea-blue eyes and a neat beard. Ushering his raven-haired wife and numerous children around, he let his mind, like that of his eldest daughter, wonder to the Stark family.

House of Teague was a lineage almost as old as the Starks and had just as old an alliance. Liam had known Ned Stark since his days with Jon Arryn. He had spent some time in Westeros before his father died, thus having to return as the new Lord protector of Baldor. They had remained good friends however, despite the distance. The birth of Keeley, castle renovations and bad weather had all prevented an earlier visit to the North, to Winterfell.

Winterfell was a place similar to their home on the Island of Baldor, both being up North and thus suffering much colder weather than the southern cities of Westeros like Casterly Rock. Yet from what Finvarra could remember of her last visit the North seemed far more threatening with all the whisperings of the legends of strange creatures that lurked behind The Wall. Winterfell was an ancient place of the old religion and as a young child it seemed thrilling to go to such a place. Yet she remembered distinctly the warm rush of happiness that came with her return to Tremaine. For as much as Winterfell still fuelled her childlike curiosity, nothing in her eyes quite compared to the mountains and windy moors of Baldor.

Yet now, as the horses and carriages made their way towards Port Alpin, Fin grinned to herself in anticipation and stared out of the carriage window, great oaks moving one by one past and out of view.

"I don't see why I'm not allowed to ride upfront with Father and the boys!" Whined a fidgety blonde of thirteen dressed in green.

"Because Kyla my darling, the path from Tremaine to Port Alpin is too advanced for a rider of your years." Lady Teague smiled sympathetically at her daughter.

"What she means to say is that you'd probably fall off your horse and die!"

Kyla's head whipped around to face her brother's smirking face. "No I wouldn't Jonah! You're just jealous that father would rather have me out there than you, you little worm!"

"No he wouldn't because you'd delay the journey with all your dying!" He shot back with another little smirk.

"I swear to the Gods that I will…"

She was cut off by the stern voice of her mother. "Enough! We aren't even there yet and you two are fighting. You better not behave like this in front of the Starks or I'll see to it that you two never ride upfront!" Lowering their heads slightly to avert their mother's meaningful glare, they apologised. "Thank you. Now we are all going to have a pleasant argument-free journey, aren't we my darlings?" Their mother smirked as she got a couple of little nods in response. But then her kind dark eyes fell on her eldest daughter.

"You seem quiet Fin. I would have thought you'd have joined your father and brothers, enjoying riding so much and being such a great horsewoman."

Turning to face her mother's concerned gaze she smiled reassuringly. "I'm fine, just daydreaming." She was often lost in her thoughts, thinking up stories to tell Keeley or just dreaming about anything that popped into her head and took a hold of her imagination.

"I suppose that might prove problematic when you're meant to be concentrating on what lies ahead." replied her mother with a chuckle, jostling a sleeping Keeley on her lap awake.

"What's so funny? Tell me!" A yawn escaped her mouth as she spoke, her head a mess of dark honey coloured curls.

"Nothing Angel, go back sleep." Fin smiled as she reassured her sister that she hadn't missed anything important. Keeley craved to know everything of importance and loathed being left in the dark, but with her sister's reassurance she complied and settled herself back onto her mother's lap. Alana patted her head lovingly, a slight smile in her beautiful face.

Now having made it safely to Port Alpin and onto a ship to the mainland, Baldor became smaller and smaller on the horizon as they passed the neighbouring islands of Great Wyk and Blacktyde. It was estimated to take three weeks for them to arrive at Winterfell, plenty of time for Finvarra to revisit her memories of the ancient castle and its inhabitants.

With the salty wind in her face and hair, Fin stood on the deck watching the movement of sailors around her. She again pondered if things had changed at Winterfell, if people had changed. For his sake she hoped Robb had improved his archery since she had been away, she thought with a smirk. Knowing him he won't be satisfied until he's beaten me. Typical boy. But he wasn't a boy anymore. He was a young man, just like she was a young woman. She wondered if he'd be handsome but couldn't quite picture it, a messy haired twelve-year-old kept coming to mind.

"I know the journey is long but it'll be worth it when we get there Fin, just you wait." She turned to see her father beside her, a thoughtful look on his face. "I never knew a man so good as Stark. I can see those boys of his being just like him."

"I look forward to seeing all of them again. I did so enjoy their company last time."

"Be careful Finny, you might capture one of those Northern lads hearts if you're not careful. You're far too much like your mother in that way, so charming and too beautiful for your own good!" Before she could reply he had already left to attend to Keeley, who had started to terrorise an innocent sailor.

Dismissing his words, she gazed out at the deep blue ocean surrounding her. Thoughts of the North still ever present in her mind.

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