Hello there!

Yes, its-a-me Alex, with yet another story ( I suck, I know),

but I can't seem to stop this Writing Cycle.

So I love ASOIAF/GOT a lot, (I am a little salty about the show ending tho')

So since I have nothing better to so (I actually do)

I started another story, and you might be thinking, "Well, yes, Alex, but what about your other stories?"

And lemme tell you, I am working on them, very hard but my muse is fickle.

Anyways, to those of you who know me, welcome back.

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I sincerely hope you enjoy this one.

Much Love

- Alex

A Time For Wolves.

"A man's daughter inherits before her father's brother"

(A Dance With Dragons. Ch. 44)

Prologue.

Harrenhal

Year 281

The unusual cold seeped into the godswood of Harrenhall. Ashara Dayne fixed her cloak as she made her way further in, Elia walked silently next to her, a slight frown on her face. They were followed by Elia's trusty septa and Prince Lewyn Martell.

She saw Brandon's smirk first, he was standing in front of the heart tree, Ethan Glover and a Septon to his left, she exchanged glances with Elia and her friend nodded at her, Prince Lewyn offered his arm to her and walked her to Brandon.

They said their vows under the moonlight, and Brandon promised to tell his father about their wedding as soon as he reached Winterfell. Ethan Glover led them to a secluded tent and wished them a good night. Elia had smiled at her, but had looked warily at Brandon.

Year 282

Ashara wiped away a tear as she watched her babe, she had just received word that Aerys had killed both Brandon and Rickard Stark, her husband was dead and her daughter was now heir to the North. She only hoped for the better now, that the war passed and she could raise her daughter right.

"Lady Ashara, Lord Dayne requests your presence," said a maid walking into the nursery, Ashara glanced at her babe and nodded.

"You have to be strong my sweet daughter, for many will try to use you," she said and for a moment she could swear that her babe stared right back at her with intelligent violet eyes.

Year 283.

Ashara held her daughter's hand as the small northern host entered Starfall. She spotted Lord Dustin, Lord Glover and Lord Reed along with Eddard Stark. Alysanne was staring at the party, her curious eyes wide. She looked a lot like Brandon, and the only sign of the south in her daughter were her haunting violet eyes, not as pale as the Targaryens, but deeper in color.

"Nuncle?" Alysanne asked quietly and Ashara smiled at her before picking her up.

"Yes my darling girl, that is your uncle, shall we go meet him?" She asked and Alysanne nodded.

She walked followed by a guard to where her eldest brother was greeting Eddard. Little Allyria was standing next to her brother and smiled brightly when she noticed Ashara and Alysanne.

"Lady Ashara," greeted Eddard, immediately taking notice of the babe in her arms, his eyes widened as he saw the babe.

"Lord Eddard, meet your niece, Alysanne Stark," she said and saw as Eddard did a double take, she smiled at him.

"Alysanne Stark," Eddard said softly and Alysanne's head snapped to his direction, the girl studied her uncle and then hid her face on the crook of Ashara's neck.

Ashara's brother offered to house the Stark party so they could all explain what had happened. Eddard returned Dawn to them after explaining what had gone down at the Tower of Joy, Ashara eyed the babe that Eddard carried and was quick to connect the dots, although Eddard vehemently claimed that the boy was his bastard son.

Ashara then explained her marriage to Brandon at Harrenhal, and her witnesses, Elia, Lewyn, a Septa, a Septon and Ethan Glover. Lord Glover was quick to back her words, telling Eddard that he had been the one to look for the septon and arrange the tent in which Brandon and Ashara had consummated the marriage.

"This will make things difficult with Lord Hoster," Eddard said after a moment, Dustin, Reed and Glover grimaced, while Lord Dayne looked calm.

"My niece has a claim to Winterfell, Lord Eddard, what matters now is whether you will choose to honor that claim," he said quietly, Eddard looked at Ashara and then at his companions.

"A man's daughter shall inherit before her father's brother, the law is clear Lord Dayne, Alysanne is to be Lady Stark, Lady Paramount and Wardeness of the North and I shall be her regent until she is old enough to rule by herself," he said, Lord Dayne nodded, a pleased look on her face.

"What about your children my lord?" Asked Lord Dustin, "Lord Hoster won't permit such slight."

"My son would rule Moat Cailin, I am a second son and father had plans to rebuild the fortress," Eddard said, Lord Dayne however had another plan.

"Mayhap young Lady Alysanne could be betrothed to your son, they are cousins, as were your parents, and Lord Hoster's grandson would still have a ruling position in the North," Lord Dayne said, Eddard seemed to consider the Lord's words and nodded.

"That might actually work Ned," said Lord Dustin.

"Let us hope so," he said, suddenly dreading the headache that was to come.