Of Lions and Wolves

Prologue

She was known as the 'Fire in the North'. The one that would warm the north with her will throughout the long winter ahead. She was fiery, determined, and willful. She was a Stark by nature and by blood.

The twin to Robb Stark, King in the North. His accomplice. His brains, some said.

She was scheming, she was cunning, and she was a trickster. The fox in the wolf's den.

She was born the elder of the two, a whole 10 minutes before the hoped for son made his entrance into the world. When she was born, she hardly made a sound, and that eerie silence carried with her as she grew. Her best friends were Robb and Jon, and she hated Theon with all she could muster. Something about him ruffled her the wrong way, a feeling she had for as long as she could remember.

She had the uncanny ability to see into people, deep into their very being. Her grey eyes had a look to them that seemed to look right through you, often unsettling even the most confident of men.

She was the pride and joy of the Stark family, everyone in Winterfell knew it.

She was Anayehi Stark. And she would be the one to make history, to overcome her family's losses and fly higher than anyone believed. Though, she would have step on a few people to get there.