The Second Stark

A:N) This is my first crack and a game of thrones fic! I haven't read all the books yet, so this series will follow the Tv's show side of things.

This is going to be the story of William Stark second born of Ned Stark, it picks up the day Ned is being executed. Will is on his horse escaping Kings Landing with a crossbow wound, with his direwolf at his side!

I hope you al enjoy this! Please tell me what you think!

William Stark, Second born son of Eddard Stark the Lord of Winterfell, (15 years old)

Pain washed all over his body. He still heard the tolling of the bells, summoning the entirety of Kings Landing to the Great Sept, where his father was surely to be executed. The pain from the bolt in his side went away as his thoughts drifted elsewhere. Where was Arya? He had not seen her since they all had breakfast together that morning before his father was taken. What of Sansa? He loved his oldest sister, but she had the fool notion the queen Lannister bitch, and the new 'King' still had any shreds of honor or good left in their pretty blonde heads. She was surely still the queens 'guest'.

His sword was still on his hip, stained with the blood of the five Lannister soldiers he had to cross swords with to get out of the red keep. He had tried to find Ice, his father's valyrian steel sword, but even with a direwolf at his side, to many soldiers still stood in the way of him and his father's chambers. Through pure grit and Stark resilience, in nothing but a leather jerkin, cloth pants, and boots, he fought from his chamber in the red keep, all the way to the stable.

After his father was taken into custody, he was monitored day in day out, two Lannister guards at his door at all times. After days had passed, he heard grumbling from the guards, saying how the hand of the king would be forced to the top of the great sept to confess his crimes the next day. Will knew that the new valiant 'King' Joffrey would have no intention of sparing his father, so he knew he had to go. His intentions were to find his way down into the black cells and bring his father out himself, and escape with him after getting Sansa and Arya.

As he lay half-alive on his horse, with a crossbow bolt in his side, his direwolf Norvern, whimpering while he trotted along next to him, he realized what a foolish plan it had been. He snuck out of his room with his sword on his hip and Norvern at his side. However it did not take long for the two Lannister guards who normally guarded his room to find him. Him and Norvern fought of them, and many more. He tried to find Arya, or Sansa, but couldn't. He fought off more of them on his way to the stables, he counted five in total.

One hit him in the side with a crossbow bolt as he rode his horse hard out of the northern gate of the city, with Norvern, his grey and white fur still mattered with Lannister blood, running hard at his side.

"I… I'm going to kill every…last… one of them." He said weakly, spurring his horse along.

"He went this way! Come on, go!" He heard in the distance.

"Damn Lannister's'" He cursed, spurring his horse further along.

He needed to keep heading north. His brother Robb was surely gathering all his father's bannermen in an attempt to march south to rescue their father. 'If I can just make it to the Riverlands', he thought. His mother's home would surely help him, if he ran into his uncle Edmure, or another Riverlands lord, they would surely help him. He would eventually find his way to Robb's army, and he would help his brother any possible way he could. He was going to shove his sword through every Lannister throat he could. He would find and put Joffrey's little blonde head on a spike, then he would return north to Winterfell, and live out the rest of his days mourning his father, thinking there would have to have been something he could've done, to stop him from dying.

His horse suddenly stopped in its tracks which jerked him forward almost sending him flying from atop it. "What in the seven hells! Why did you stop!?" He yelled to the animal.

He looked in front of them, and a river of crystal blue water zipped in front of them. It would be dangerous if anyone were to get caught in its currents. He heard the bark of hounds in the distance getting closer. Thick forest were to both sides of him, he was trapped. He looked at Norvern next to him, his wolf was absolutely exhausted the same as he. He needed a plan now.

However before he could think of one, he heard the whizzing of a crossbow bolt coming from behind him. Before he could react it whizzed through the air and hit his horse in the side sending the animal into a frenzy! It stirred and bucked, until Will was thrown backwards, landing hard onto the riverbank below. His horse took off back down the road he came, and the with the crossbow bolt still in his side, and bleeding getting worse, he stood.

Will knew he had no choice, he drew his sword form its sheath, and looked down the road. The barking of hounds was close now, he bended down to his wolf and looked him in the eye.

He petted him behind his ears. "What do you say boy? Ready to kill some more Lannister's?" He said, trying to think away the pain.

His wolf to his surprise actually understood him it seemed. He nodded his head and bared his sharp teeth, and turned to look at the road with a low pitched growl coming from the back of his throat. Will nodded his head, Norvern was more than just his wolf, and he was his best-friend, someone who would always stand by him, no matter what the cost was. He would need his help, when then five Lannister soldiers burst into the clearing on their horses. All five dismounted and drew swords, the tallest one stepped forward, his sword leveled and pointed at Will.

"You have one more chance Stark. Come back with us now, or we drag your corpse back to the king!" He shouted, as two giant black hounds burst through the bushes, and bared their teeth at him.

Will readied his blade. "Five men, and two hounds against a 15 year old boy. Very brave of you." He said dryly, ready for an attack at any moment.

The sergeant growled with frustration. "Enough of your tongue! Come face the Kings justice now, or you'll end up like your father! Your head will adorn a spike in the red keep!" He yelled.

Norvern was next to him, ready to pounce on the man at a moment's notice. Anger coursed through Will's body. His father's remains belonged in the crypt beneath Winterfell, with his father, and my Uncle Brandon, and Aunt Lyanna. Not decorating some incest kings keep.

"Now, give us your sword and come quietly, there is no need for you to die here today Stark." The sergeant said one more time.

Will looked down at his blade. 'Frozen Wind' he had called it since he received it for his 13th name day. A longer blade, which was effortless for him to swing, the smith Mikken had made it especially for him. It had a bright grey blade, and a golden hilt with the Stark direwolf sigil imprinted into the pommel, and the words 'Winter is Coming' running down across the blade. The part Will loved about it, was the wolf's head handle it had, the top of the hilt was crafted to look like the Stark direwolf's head.

He pointed it at the Lannister man. "Aye, you'll have my sword. You'll have it first, then your king will have. You'll both have it. You'll both have it shoved through your throats!" He shouted loudly, before giving a little whistle.

At the sound of the whistle Norvern leaped from the ground and attacked the sergeant who screamed in agony as the direwolf mauled his throat. With blood starting to creep through his jerkin, Will swung his blade at one of the hounds who leaped at him, before deflecting the blow of one of the Lannister's swords!

He swung again but Will ducked under the swing and slashed down the man's back. Two more advanced on him, as Norvern had attached himself to another soldier, blood splattered from the neck of the one Norvern attacked. Will deflected blows that came at him from both ways, he knew in a one on one fight he would probably stand a chance against these men. However the two kept pushing him back. Soon he felt sharp fangs clamp onto his non-sword hand!

Will smack the last hound off his arm and away! That gave the soldiers the opening they were looking for. One slashed down at him! He was able to step backwards, but with blood tripping from his hand and with the crossbow bolt still lodged into his side, he was starting to feel weak on his feet. He was losing far too much blood, he knew he didn't have long. Norvern came up and leaped at the two men. He landed on-top of one, but this time they were ready. The second soldier rammed Norvern away with his shoulder, sending Will's wolf tumbling into the bushes.

He kept 'Frozen Wind' raised, and deflected blows, one strike came down towards his face, and his legs selected that moment to fall. The strike clipped his face, and he felt blood trickled down the right half of his face. He was bleeding from three different places now, he only had so much blood that would come out. He was on the ground now, 'Frozen Wind' just out of his grasp.

The one who he had slashed in the back had not died, so now three of them looked down at him. They all had smirks on their face, but Will could not do anything anymore. They were full grown men, he was surprised he had lasted this long. Norvern was probably injured, and he truly had nothing left he could do. He prayed to the gods, ready for them to take him, a small bit of optimism went through his body. 'At least I'll be with father.' He told himself. He did not say anything to the Lannister's above him, he was not going to give them the satisfaction. Soon his head was going to be atop a spike, right next to his fathers. Joffrey would force Sansa to look at it, and Robb, and his mother would weep, and mourn. To him, death would be bitter sweet.

"Well, well, well, not so high and might now are you Stark? Now, one of you get him up and-." He was cut off by an arrow whipping through the air at the speed of a horse and burying itself into the man's neck!

Will would've jumped up at the opportunity and cut the last two men down if he could move. However the pain coursing through his body caused him to remain on the ground. He saw the two men completely in shock, they didn't move, just looked at their fellow soldier gargling on his own blood, with an arrow sticking out of his neck laying on the ground. It took a second arrow lodging itself in a tree next to them before they finally started moving. They were sent into a frenzy.

Will's eyes started to go grey and he felt himself about to lose consciousness. It was faint, but he could see someone, and they were fighting the Lannister men. They had hair down to their shoulders, and were wearing a tight leather jerkin, with a green clothed shirt under it, with black hunting gloves. A bow lay on the ground near them, and they were holding off the two Lannister men with nothing but two daggers.

The person sliced ducked a Lannister sword and leaped behind the man, crossing both their blades over the man's neck killing him in an instant. I saw their face for the first time, and realized… it was a girl. She looked suspiciously like Arya from behind, but I knew it couldn't be her. Arya was much smaller, and as tough as she was, she didn't move with as much grace and skill as this girl did.

"Get her!" One of the remaining men shouted.

"It's just a little girl!" The other yelled.

"Well this little girl is kicking your ass!" She said in a voice that… didn't sound at all like a young girls.

Her voice sounded more… mature, and more womanly. Will's vision would not last longer, he could feel himself laying in a pool of his own blood. He saw the girl take down another Lannister man with just as much grace as she took out the first one. She deflected every blow that came her way from the last man. She caught his blade in a cross with her two daggers, she brought them down a clean cut off the man's sword hand! Before he could even scream from the pain she ended his life with a stab to his throat.

The girl turning around, and seeing the bright blue of her eyes was the last thing Will remembered seeing, before the world went black.

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While he slept, he dreamed he was with Norvern. Or more specifically, he was Norvern. He ran through the forest, chasing wild deer, and sniffing the wild flowers of the bushes. The dream itself wasn't odd, he had, had these dreams before. Wolf dreams, where he dreamed he was Norvern. The weird part about this dream, was he kept coming back to the same house, not even a house, more like a shack. It had a large fire pit outside it with a crackling fire, two large squirrels and a fat rabbit were on the cooking spit, and the house was well enough put together, with bales of hay outside and a horse hitched to a tree nearby. I heard rustling in the woods, and me, or Norvern, leaped up, and ran towards the door of the house.

Will awoke just as he was about to burst through the door. "Ahhhhhh! Ahhhh! Seven fucking hells!" He yelled reaching over to his side, where he half expected to find a crossbow bolt still lodged.

He didn't find a crossbow bolt, although the pain still felt like there was one. A pungent smelling green poultice was applied to where the wound was on his side. His left hand was wrapped in a soft bandage with a similar smell. The last one he felt was set down the left corner of his eye, where the Lannister man had cut him before he passed out.

"Oh old gods that smells bad." He muttered, falling back. He lay in a soft bed, with a fur blanket covering his lower half. He was wearing the same pants as before, but it had been cleaned of the damp blood that was on them before. He had nothing on his upper half, except the poultice on his crossbow wound.

It was only one room. A fire pit burned in one corner, and a table, with plates and bowls of fresh cabbage, leeks, and potatoes, along with fresh uncooked meat. It seemed like a typical hunter's cabin. Leaning against the table, was 'Frozen Wind' in its sheath. A small twang of happiness jolted through Will to see his blade had not been taken. He vaguely remembered what happened after he passed out, he remembered a girl, taking down the last three Lannister men. He could not remember many other details however.

"Uhh, where am I?" He asked to nobody in particular, trying to sit up again.

"You're a little ways north of King's Landing." A female voice said.

This almost made Will jump out of the bed. His head shot to the door of the house. When he saw the girl standing there all his memories came flooding back to him. His father being taken, him escaping King's Landing with Norvern, getting attacked on the riverbank by the Lannister men. The girl who stood in front of him had killed all three of them, and apparently now he was in her hut.

His hands instinctively pulled the blankets up, and covered his upper half. "Oh, gods! I'm… I'm not decent I'm-." He started.

"Relax, relax." She said tossing a bow down onto her table, and pulling up a stool next to his left bedside.

Will looked at her with a strange look. His mother said it was never proper of a man to be half dressed in front of a women without their permission. Apparently the girl saw the look on Will's face, because she rolled her eyes.

"Honestly calm down. How do you think I got those pants clean? Now hold still, and be ready because this is going to hurt a lot." She said moving her hands to the poultice on her side.

Before he could react at all, the girl ripped the poultice off his ribcage, safe to say she was right. "AHHHHHH SEVEN FUCKING HELLS THAT HURT!" He screamed as his rib cage throbbed.

He looked down at his ribcage with shock. You could see the hole where the crossbow bolt had been lodged, but besides deep black and blue bruising, it showed no sign of being infected, or having any further damage. Will looked at the girl stunned, she turned around and pulled a rag from a bucket of clean water she had in the corner, and gently wiped the rag over his wound. He winced from the pain, and stared at her again.

"Who… who are you?" He questioned her.

"The names Lyra. Stop squirming! I got to make sure this is completely cleaned. You're lucky another two inches up and that crossbow bolt punctures your lung." She said, with a slight accent.

Will got his first good look at her. Her voice wasn't soft and like a young girl like Sansa's did. It sounded fierce and tough, with a slight accent that sounded northern. It sounded like one of the Northern lords that visited his father at Winterfell before. She did not look Northern however, she looked like she was from the south. Her hair was long, going down past her shoulders, and looked soft and vibrant. Her eyes were a striking blue, she wore a green cloth sweater, with black hunting pants and boots. She took off her hunting gloves and grabbed a second larger bandage from under the bed.

"Sit up you, I gotta redress that wound. It healed up nicely, but you can never be too careful out here." She said.

He did as she said and sat up. She leaned over and began wrapping the cloth around his body. Her touch was soft and cold, and he winced from it again.

"Where am I? How did I get here?" He asked looking at her as she finished up wrapping.

"You're at my place. It's a few miles north of King's Landing. As for how you got here, don't you remember anything?" She asked him, walking over to her dinner table.

Will followed her with her eyes as she walked. "I remember bits and pieces. I remember I got knocked down by some Lannister soldiers, and some girl-."

"Oh that was me." She said bringing him a cup filled with water.

He took the cup thankfully and drank. "You mean you were the one who killed those three soldiers?" He said handing her back the empty cup.

She nodded her head, as she sat down next to him again. "Yup, that was me. After I took them down, I loaded you up onto my horse, and took you back to my place. Saved your bloody life I did. Wasn't easy, your wolf nearly-."

"Norvern!? He's alive? Do you know where he is?" He asked rapidly hearing the mention of his wolf.

Lyra stood for a moment and looked towards her door. She looked back down at Will and shrugged her shoulders. "I don't know. He's around here somewhere, he was helping me hunt." She informed him.

That took Will aback. Norvern just like any other direwolf, would bite the hands off anyone who their master didn't know. It had happened before with Norvern. Theon Greyjoy once tried to steal 'Frozen Wind' from Will's room to practice with when he slept, it was back when Norvern was still a pup. Norvern despite his size latched his jaw onto Theon's arm, and he could not use it for weeks. That was Theon, who Norvern had seen before. He wouldn't want to imagine what Norvern would do to someone who tried to harm him when Will unexpected it now, given his size. However the girl in front of him, Lyra, had managed to load him onto a horse, and ride it with him unconscious, all while not letting Norvern sink his teeth into her.

"How did you do that? Norvern would normally bite someone's hand off if they go near me." Will asked her.

She got up, and walked to put a pot of water on the fire. "I have a way with animals, let's just say that." She said, making it clear she did not want to take the subject further.

Lyra acted as if it was a normal day for her. She did not seem embarrassed there was a half-naked man in what Will assumed was her bed. She had a certain grace to her, she hummed a happy tune as she used one of her knives to slice of carrots, potatoes and chunks of rabbit into the pot of boiling water. Will just stared, she had not mentioned why she saved him. If she wanted to, she could've just left him for dead, took his sword, gold, and left.

She turned around and saw him staring at her, she scrunched her eyebrows, and stared back. "What are you looking at? You know you should be fine to move now, you might have some pain in your stomach area though. That bolt was in there good." She told him.

"Uh, right, thanks." Will said knocking himself out of his trance.

He gingerly swung his legs to the other side of the bed. He slowly, very slowly mustered all the strength he had, and pushed himself up. He took in a deep breath of air, and took two steps. His ribcage seared with pain. It felt as if someone was now slowly stabbing a knife into him. He fell after trying to take another step. Lyra looked back at him, and right away placed her knife down. She came to him, and wrapped his arm around her shoulder and helped him to his feet.

"Easy there. You alright? I can get you a kane if you need one for a little bit?" She suggested to him, helping him take a few steps.

Will's face went red, he felt slightly embarrassed he was leaning on a girl he had never met, and knew nothing about for support. He thought about the kane idea, but decided against it. His mind flashed back to just a few days ago, when his father was using a kane. He did not want to take the risk of being on a kane if Lannister's found him.

"Yeah, yeah I'm fine. How… how long have I been asleep?" He asked her.

She helped him to the door and he leaned against the door for support instead of her now. She crossed her arms and looked at him with a thinking look, like she was trying to remember.

"Ummm, about two days give or take a few hours. Now, there's a river only a few feet that way." She said pointing in a direction.

"You shirt and the rest of your clothes are there. You can go get dressed and clean up, and then come back, we can eat some dinner and talk." She told him. She was not asking him, she was telling.

Will's stomach rumbled, he could use a hot meal before he figured out what to do next. Also, he did need more details about what he had missed in the last two days. Finding Norvern was also a priority. Lyra must have known he couldn't run off on his own, even if he wanted, he would never make it far with the pain in his stomach.

"Alright, I won't be long." Will told her in a soft hoarse voice.

"Oh, and you can, take that off to, here I'll help you." She said reaching for his head. She carefully touched the cloth she had applied to the right side of his forehead. Again, her touch was soft, she carefully pulled back the cloth and suddenly Will felt a surge of pain run through his head.

"Ahhh, gods. Is it bad?" He asked her.

"Ehh, well it's certainly not good. You're going to have a scar for a while, but as long as you don't play with it or anything you should be alright." She told him, smiling at him, obviously trying to reassure him.

Will knew you didn't see this much in Westeros in these times. Someone who would save your life from bandits and heal you afterwards. Most men, or women even would sooner finish you off themselves, and steal your purse, before helping you. Will was alive, his sword was still with him, and his direwolf wasn't dead. He realized he owed a huge debt to Lyra, one he was not sure he could repay right now.

"Thank you, there aren't many people in Westeros who would do what you did for me… I'm in your debt." Will told her.

She shrugged her shoulders as if it wasn't that big a deal. "Eh don't mention it. To be honest, I enjoy having company for once. Here, I know the river isn't far, but you may feel safer taking this." She said, pulling 'Frozen Wind' still in its sheath from behind her back.

He took it, it felt great to clasp his hand around it again. He nodded again his thanks to Lyra, before slowly making his way towards the river. It was so… warm, and calm in the crownlands. Will hated it, he missed the nippy climate of a northern summer, seeing a light snowfall. Practicing in the yard, and having his ass handed to him by Jon and Robb. Then he would take Arya out riding, despite her mother's protests. He would climb buildings with Bran, making sure he didn't fall, and would help Maester Lewin teach Rickon. He felt a twinge of guilt go through his body… he was usually the one who would keep Bran from falling, but he couldn't help him before he left Winterfell… and now he was crippled.

He couldn't do anything for those siblings now however, he could do something for one, Sansa. He decided he would sneak back into the capital, and try to get his sister out of there. How he was going to do it, he had no idea, but he wouldn't just stand by when he was close enough to at least attempt to get her back, fathers ghost would come back and haunt him if he did not. If he somehow managed to survive and get Sansa out, he would then find Arya, who was probably he guessed, hiding out in flee-bottom disguised as some orphan boy.

He found the river, a gently flowing blue stream that looked like the ones her mother used to tell stories about, from her time growing up in the Riverlands. He found his shirt, a white one that felt soft and smelled freshly washed. He buttoned it up, and found his leather chestpeice, Lyra could do nothing for the marks the Lannister swords had made. However, Will smiled when he could still see his family's direwolf sigil clearly made into the armor.

He splashed some of the water into his face, and took in a deep breath. He put on his jerkin and reattached 'Frozen Wind' to his hip, and he finally looked just as he did when he arrived in Kings Landing, back in what felt like ages ago.

A rustling in the trees behind him, caused his hand to go right to his sword, but before anything else could happen a blue of grey and white came rushing out towards him.

"Norvern!" He said happily, leaning down to scratch his wolfs head.

His wolf responded by licking his face for a few seconds, before Will finally pulled back and smiled. "I missed you boy. How did Lyra get you to not bite her hand off?" He asked curiously, actually expecting a response.

None came, so Will just sighed and scratched behind his ears again. "Come on, let's go see what's been going on." He said gesturing for his wolf to follow him.

He made his way back to Lyra's cabin. The sun was setting when he finally found his way back to the cabin. Lyra was inside, pouring the contents of the pot she had over the fire into smaller bowls at her table. She hummed the tune of a song, which made the hairs on the back of Will's neck stand up.

"The Rains of Castamere?" He asked slowly walking inside.

She turned, quickly, and let out a small laugh at the sight of him. "Ha, you scared me. I see you found your wolf." She said, walking with a bowl over to a seat in front of her fire.

Will nodded. "Aye, I did. Where did you learn that song?" He asked, holding one hand over the pommel of his sword.

Lyra, not missing a thing rolled her eyes. "Honestly man, yes I know, that song is normally associated with Lannister's. Lannister's killed your father. Do you think if I meant to kill you I would've spent the last two days cleaning your clothes and keeping you form dying?" She reasoned with him.

The way she said it, made him feel foolish. He owed Lyra his life, and here he was accusing her of trying to do him harm. His hatred of Lannister's have made him insensitive.

"I'm sorry, but you must understand that I'm-."

"Yes, yes, yes, I know who you are William Stark. I know who your father was, I know what the queen and the Lannister's did to your father, and all that. Now, are you going to sit and eat or not?" Lyra interjected before he could get words out.

Will felt his cheeks get hot. He let out a long sigh before removing his hand from his sword. He walked over, and picked up the second bowl of stew that Lyra had made and joined her in a seat near the fire. Norvern leaped up onto Lyra's bed and curled up before drifting to sleep.

Lyra didn't say anything at first, just lifted her bowl of stew to her mouth and drank. She did that and drank from a cup of water, while Will did the same. He tasted rabbit in it, and it was one of the best things he had tasted since being back in Winterfell. The more he thought of his home the more he yearned for it. He was able to scarf down the whole bowl of stew in minutes. Lyra laughed, and handed him a cloth.

"Ha, I've heard of you Northerners eat like bears, I had no idea it was true." She said laughing.

He once again felt his face get hot, as he wiped bits of stew from his face. After he had finished he set his bowl and Lyra's back down on her table before joining her at the fire again.

"So, how did you know my name?" He asked her, leaning both his elbows on his knees.

Lyra yawned and looked over at him. Her blue eyes shimmered with the reflection of the fire, she stroked her black hair while she spoke.

"Well, the direwolf, the sword, the imprint on you armor gave me a good idea you were northern. Also, I saw you, when you were traveling to Kings Landing on the Kings Road. You look like your father." She told him.

She was correct about that. He took after his father, dark hair which he normally kept messy and unruly. His eyes were grey as winter like his fathers. People say he inherited his father's looks, and his mother's sense of family. No matter what the circumstances were, growing up Will would always do anything to protect his siblings. Which is why he was going to do everything he could to save Sansa.

He chuckled at Lyra's words. "Haha, aye. Looking back on it, we should have stayed in Winterfell. I promise you, if I find my way back to my brother him and my mother will reward you with gold or-."

"Oh I don't want your bloody rewards. Do I look like I need gold? You nobles, always thinking people expect something in return for good deeds." She complained, not allowing him to finish.

That took him aback. He didn't expect her brashness out of nowhere. He remembered before going unconscious, he thought Lyra was Arya. It turns out she is much more like Arya then he thought.

"Well my lady, it is how it is nowadays. People rarely do something like you did without thought of reward." He told her, realizing himself that it was true after the last few day's events.

She scoffed and shook her head. "If you EVER call me 'Lady' again I'll cut your tongue out, do you understand? I'm Lyra, I'm no lady, and I have no intention of becoming one. And, well I'm not one of those people." She shot back at him.

He almost laughed at her first comment. "Well then Lyra, please, tell me why did you save me?" He asked, wanting to have known since he woke up.

She sighed and rolled her eyes. "I saved your bloody life because it was the right thing to do. I could've killed those Lannister's slit your throat, took your sword and gold and bought myself a pretty new coat. I didn't though, because I saw three grown men attacking a boy of 15 the same age as I. I did what I would've wanted someone to do for me, where I in your situation." She explained to him, not taking her eyes off him.

Will, felt a twang of guilt play in his gut. He had never met a girl that had the same attitude towards being a lady other than Arya. He didn't know how to respond to what she said. Had someone really did something as big as saving his life, knowing who his family was, just out of the goodness of their heart? After what he had been through, and his family had been through the last few days, he had a hard time believing someone like that still lived. However he had someone just like that sitting right across from him.

"I… I apologize, for calling you 'Lady' it's just a natural instinct. Also, I'm sorry for just assuming. It's just you have to understand, after what I've been through the last few days, I have a hard time trusting people." He explained to her looking into the crackling fire.

She let out a deep breath and stroked her hair more. "Ah hells, I'm sorry for jumping down your throat. It's just my mother had this crazy illusion I'd grow up to be some noble lady, when that was the last thing I wanted. And even if I did, it never would've happened." She told him.

He now was interested. She knew everything about his family, like most of Westeros. He had been wondering however, what a girl like her was doing out in the woods by herself.

"Where… where are your parents? What are you doing out here, and how did you, you know learn how to kill three fully grown men by the time you were what, 15?" He inquired, knowing he should probably tread lightly on the subject.

She shuddered a little bit, before taking in a deep breath, before explaining. "My mother's dead, i… never knew my father." She told him.

"What, uhh, what did your mother do?" Will asked carefully.

She readjusted herself on her stool, and stared into the fire. "Well my mother was a traveling minstrel. She was originally from White Harbor."

Will's insides did a flip. "I knew you sounded Northern!" He said.

She laughed, a sweet laugh that made Will's face go red. "Haha, yea. She was good at what she did, she travelled around a lot, until she eventually made her way to King's Landing, just after your father and Robert Baratheon's rebellion. A few years later, she met my father, had me, my father left, she died of a sickness about a year ago, I decided I didn't want to live in an orphanage. So I ran, I found this cabin abandoned and well… I picked up some skills living the streets of King's Landing." She said, as if remembering the pass was hard for her.

Will felt bad, and wanted to say he was sorry she had to go through that. However Lyra didn't seem like the girl who wanted to hear that. She would not want him to say he was sorry. So he chose his words differently.

"Well you seem to have done pretty damn well on your own. I would've been mauled or robbed within a week!" He exclaimed trying to lighten her mood.

It worked, and she let out that sweet laugh Will was starting to like again. "Hahaha, well thank you." She said looking back at him.

"You said you don't want rewards for saving my life. So, all I'm going to say is… thank you, Lyra, for saving my life." He said with a smile, a smile that was genuine. His first genuine smile in weeks.

She smiled back at him and nodded her head. "Ahhh it was nothing, I was just doing what I thought was right. So… did you decide what you're going to try and do now?" She asked him picking up her cup of water.

"I have, I'm going back to Kings Landing." He told her.

Lyra's eyes widened and she chocked on the water she was drinking. After a fit of coughing, she looked back up at Will like he had a dragon for a head.

"Are you bloody mental!? The Lannister's are no doubt offering fucking chamber pots full of gold for you head! I guarantee you any man, women or child in the whole damn city would turn you in, in a minute in return for a hot meal! I risked a lot to save your bloody life, now you want to go gambling with it!?" She ranted on to him.

All of what Lyra was saying made absolute sense to Will, what he was going to do was crazy. However one factor meant he had to do it, no matter how bad the odds seemed. Sansa. He loved his sister, he and Sansa had a special relationship. He would always break up her and Arya's fight. He would try to, and normally fail miserably at, helping her weave. He would always have ways of making her laugh when she was sad, and she could always put a smile on his face.

Will looked at Lyra, and sighed. "I know, but Lyra you have to understand, they have my sister. I have to try at least to get her out of there. That bastard Joffrey is no doubt torturing her, I'm going to go there, get her out, and put a sword through the bastard's throat if I can!" He said loudly expressing his anger.

Lyra seemed to understand when he mentioned Sansa. She nodded her head and spoke again. "Alright, alright. Do you have a plan though? Are you just going to march up into the throne room, stab the king, and take your sister and leave?" She asked him.

"Well no, I'll wait till night then-."

"And how exactly do you plan on getting back to King's Landing?" She asked him.

That stumped him. He had no more horse, and Lyra must have seen the stumped look on his face. Because she laughed, that honey sweet laugh again.

"Haha, I'll take you there, but I'm sorry there's no way I'm EVER setting foot in that city again…" She said, shuddering with her last words.

"Why not?" He asked her.

"My bloody father…" She whispered quietly, obviously not meaning for Will to hear it. He did however, and the question was out of his mouth before he even thought.

"Lyra, who is your father? You know... don't you?" He asked her quietly.

Her face went white. She blinked multiple times, before standing up abruptly. "I'll find something for you to sleep on. I'll ride with you to King's Landing and look after Norvern for you while you're in there. I'll wait for you outside the north gate with him." She said, before walking out the door of her cabin.

She completely ignored Will's question, which only made him wonder even more. However he pushed his wonder aside, because he knew he needed to focus on finding a way, to save his sister, and make it out of King's Landing alive.

A:N) Soooo I hope you guys liked chapter one! I'm sorry there was only OC interactions this chapter I promise more actual show and book characters will be in it next chapter!

So the obvious question I want you guys to answer, is who do you think Lyra's father is? I dropped some subtle hints if you can find them! Also, speaking of her, I really hope you like Lyra:)

So if you liked it, let me know what you liked and what you're looking forward to in a review! Thanks a lot for reading guys!

As always, remember "Winter is Coming" Peace out –Domgk115