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onthesandsofdreams · 2 years

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Unexpected Knight

Fandom: A Song of Ice and Fire Pairing: Sansa x Domeric Bolton Rating: T Summary: "My lady," it's a man's voice. When she opens her eyes she finds a young man, around Robb's age, dressed all in black and standing at a respectful distance from her. He has dark hair and eyes so pale that it makes for a startling look, it does not help that he is dressed in black head to toe. He says nothing, but bows to her. "Or should I say, Princess Sansa." Words: 1412 Notes: I’ve aged Sansa up for this fic to work. Prompt(s): 20.- ‘There is only us’ from @fictober-event and from this prompt from @asoiafrarepairs

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Sansa only feels free in the Godswood of the Red Keep.

She can feel the walls inside closing in on her, a deep sense of sadness and dread that have her gasping for air. But here, in the sight of her Gods, of the same Gods her father worshipped, she feels safe and sound.

Her eyes are closed, but snap open in alert when she hears some quick steps coming her way. Frantically, she looks for something to defend herself with should it be necessary, but finds nothing. Closing her eyes, she sends a quick prayer to the Old Gods and the New that whomever it is, it not be Joffrey or Queen Cersei.

"My lady," it's a man's voice. When she opens her eyes she finds a young man, around Robb's age, dressed all in black and standing at a respectful distance from her. He has dark hair and eyes so pale that it makes for a startling look, it does not help that he is dressed in black head to toe. He says nothing, but bows to her. "Or should I say, Princess Sansa."

That makes her blink, no one in King's Landing will acknowledge that Robb has been declared a King beyond to make a mockery of it. But this man says it with the reverence a King's sister is due. "You have me at disadvantage, ser, for I do not know your name."

The man bows again, "Forgive me, Princess. I am Domeric Bolton. A loyal man to your brother, King Robb."

Her heart skips a beat for a moment, "Truly?"

"Truly my Princess, look." Domeric says and from the inside of his jerkin, he pulls two things, one is the emblem of the Boltons, the other makes tear fill her eyes. A letter from her mother.

She reads the letter quickly, and realizes that she is standing in front of her betrothed. A betrothal her mother made in a desperate attempt to get her away from King's Landing. Her hands shake when she is finished with the letter. "Thank you, ser." She gives him a watery smile. "You have renewed my faith. But I am afraid that you only found half of us. My sister has been missing since the day our father was executed."

Domeric frowns, "So, there is only us?"

"Aye, my Lord."

"Then, it is better that we make haste. Tell my Princess, do you have something that you do not wish to part?"

She shakes her head no, the idea and promise of going home is too alluring to weep for the things that would make her go back to her jail. "I do not. If you wish it so, we could leave right now."

"Then we shall," Domeric says. "Come then, my Princess, my men are waiting in a safe place and I have procured you hair dye so we can get away as far as we can without people identifying your lovely hair."

She stands, and for the first time in months she lifts her chin. "Lead on, Ser."

And Domeric does.

She whispers prayers to the Gods as they make a quick escape to a where Domeric's men are waiting. She prays for safety, she prays for an escape, she prays for no one notice she is gone until they are well beyond the city gates.

Safe among the sons of the North that have accompanied Domeric, she allows herself a few tears. Orders hot water for a bath so she can dye her hair and as soon as they have eaten something, they will be on their way. The dye is brown and she hates that she doesn't look like herself, but if this dye means freedom, she will tolerate it.

After she is ready and they all have eaten something, Domeric gives the order. She is safely sitting atop her own horse and they make their ways to the city gates. That is when she holds her breath and prays again. To her surprise, Domeric has it all under control and the gates open much quicker than what she could have predicted.

They ride, long and as hard as Domeric think she will handle it. They ride until the sun sets and only then does Domeric give the order to stop.

"Forgive me, Princess, but we must put as much distance as we can. We will ride again in a few hours, so please, rest as much as you can."

She takes his hand in hers, "There is nothing to forgive, Domeric. I understand, and I insist that you call me Sansa, we are to be wedded, after all."

Domeric's blush is easy to spot thanks to his pale skin. "As you wish... Sansa."

She beams at him. Who would have thought that a Bolton would one day rescue a Stark? Not her, but it strikes her as romantic and worthy of a song. Perhaps she and Domeric would have one.

And that is how they make their way to Maidenpool.

"Why is it that we are not heading to Riverrun proper," she asks once.

"Because your lady mother gave instructions to take you straight North. We could not safely board a ship from the King's Landing, but she arranged for a ship from Maidenpool to White Harbor."

And once more, she feels tears come to her eyes, her mother had not abandoned her. Her mother had not forgotten her, and now, Domeric and his men had come to get her. Yes, her price was to be her hand in marriage, but so far, she has seen little to complain about. He not another Joffrey, for that, she is thankful. "Very well."

The Gods seem to be smiling down to them, for they make it to Maidenpool and board their ship without troubles.

"Tell me, Domeric. How was it to live in the Vale?"

Domeric smiles, "Quite an adventure, I became good friends with Lord Redfort's sons. They became like brothers to me." Then, he grows serious. "But I must ask, Princess, why is that you flinch whenever a knight comes near you."

She inhales sharply, she had hoped that he had not noticed! In the end, she looks away and whisper, "Joffrey had me beat, every time Robb won a battle. In front of the whole court."

A beat of silence, then, an angry snarl comes from Domeric. Something so at odds as to what he has been so far, she near flinches. "That bastard! I wish I had known... Had I known I would have shown that bastard what my house words mean."

"And I'm glad you didn't," she says firmly. "Because it is likely that we would not be here now. I am safe, and I trust your honor to see me safe to White Harbor."

Domeric's face is still in a frozen snarl, but then, he gathers himself and nods sharply at her. Then, to her surprise, he kneels in front of her. "And I give you my world, Sansa. You will never have anything to fear from me. This I swear, to the Old Gods and the New."

She extends a hand and cups his cheek, "I believe you, Domeric. I do."

"And I shall strive to never let you down, Sansa and be worthy of your hand."

"You already are."

When they first spot White Harbor, she finally feels completely safe. Because this is the North, this is home. And Joffrey is so very far away and cannot hurt her. And should he try, she had no doubt that Domeric would have something to say about it.

That is when she makes her decision, "I would wed you in White Harbor," she tells him. And she means it, for during this time with him, she has found Domeric to be a true knight, someone who will not stand for her to be hurt. Someone who sings the songs she asks of him and someone whose desire she can almost see in his eyes. Good thing she wants him too.

"If you are certain, I'll speak with Lord Manderley."

"I am certain Domeric. I would be your lady and gladly so."

Two months into their stay at White Harbor, they exchange vows. Robb sends his congratulations and much to her surprise, her mother manages to come to see her wed. And while she misses her father, she is sure that he is watching as they exchange vows in front of the Heart Tree.

#fictober22 #sansa x domeric #sansa stark #domeric bolton #domeric x sansa #asoiaf fic #asoiaf #au: canon divergence #asoiafrare

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icefrye19 · 10 months

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Chapter Four : DreadFort

Dreadfort (Domeric is 10, Ramsay is 13) this chapter was written with little help from ProtonCoccus

The air around the Dreadfort was colder than neighboring Winterfell. For a raven to survive such cold, it must have a special bloodline. Communication using those birds ranged from two to three days to a whole moon. Sending missives to the Boltons took around five days at best, and a week at worst.

Roose Bolton sat inside his solar, freshly leeched and pale as always. It was rare for the Lord Paramount to suddenly send him a letter, detailing the potential betrothal of his son Domeric and Sansa Stark. Perhaps, the Quiet Wolf finally broke free of the Trout Wife's control, that was what he hoped.

"You called for me, Father?" inquired Domeric, having just entered the room.

"Yes. I received a letter from Lord Stark. We are to depart for Winterfell in three days' time."

"To what do we owe this visit?"

"That my son, you will discover. You have always been curious about the Northern Ruby."

His father 's words struck Domeric. He was to meet Sansa Stark, a true jewel amidst the cold climate of the land. He had hoped to one day marry her; the Flayed Men could use some Direwolf pelts.

" Will Ramsey be coming with us " Domeric asked in a low tone hoping he wasn't Ramsey was a rough playmate to play with he was cruel and harsh especially to animals.

" Yes, unfortunately " Lord Bolton mumbled knowing he couldn't leave Ramsay alone God knows what the boy would do.

" When do we depart " Domeric inquired.

" In a few days, Domeric listen to me carefully this visit must go well you must be on your best behavior " Roose firmly told his son.

" I promise but I can't say the same about Ramsay " Domeric mumbled.

" Leave your half brother to me " Roose said knowing he would have a sternly talking with that boy.

His father soon dismissed him and Domeric made his way back to his chambers with a smile on his face as he was walking back he bump into someone on the way.

Domeric looked up and noticed it was only his cruel half brother, " Ramsay "

" Brother, why are you in a rush don't tell me father realizes what a disappointment you are and has cast you aside in favor of me " Ramsay smirked.

" No, father was just telling me we leave for Winterfell in a few days " Domeric answered.

" The Starks, I hear you're married to the red wolf a beauty but her eldest sister Lyarra is considered the most beautiful lady in the north I wonder why father didn't bethroed you to her " Ramsay exclaimed.

" Father says he tried to but Lord Stark refused the betrothal " Domeric muttered.

" I could see why you aren't good enough for a beautiful lady like that, Sansa Stark is perfect for you brother " Ramsay said.

" I should pack " Domeric said and tried to walk away but Ramsay blocked his path.

" Don't walk away from me little brother " Ramsay snarled yanking his chin up harshly.

" Ramsay, stop it " Domeric whimpered.

" Make me " Ramsay challenged with a smirk as he continued to torment the little bolton.

" What's going on here " Septa Ella said making his way towards the two brother, Ramsay cursed under his breath and released his weak little brother from his hold.

"Septa Ella " Ramsay greeted with a smile.

" Are you alright Domeric " Septa Ella asked checking on the little lord.

" I'm fine " Domeric whimpered.

" We were just playing " Ramsay said.

" I don't believe that's how brother should play " Septa Ella scolded.

" I will be informing your father of this " Septa Ella informed him much to Ramsay worry knowing his father would give him another beating for acting out.

" Septa Ella but " Ramsay trailed off.

" Come along Domeric " Septa Ella said grabbing the little lord's hands with hers bringing him back to his chamber not realizing the piercing stares Ramsay sent her.

Meanwhile In Winterfell

As Lyarra was in the crypts down below staring at the statues of her lost family members the statute that really interest her was her Uncle Brandon.

Her father didn't talk much about Uncle Brandon only that he was brave and head stronger.

Lyarra eyes soon turned to the statute beside her uncle, Shaena Targaryen her uncle had married a Targaryen from what she heard two were in love and very happy with one another.

But the young dragon princess had die in childbirth giving birth to stillborn child, as the young she-wolf continued to stare at the statue for some reason she felt a connection to the woman herself.

Footsteps began to approach, Lyarra turned her head and saw her father walking towards her with a smile.

" Lya, what are you doing down here your mother been looking everywhere for you " Ned said.

" I'm sorry papa I was just curious about the crypts " Lyarra mumbled.

Ned stared at the statues of his lost brother and sister signing he missed them each passing day.

" Can you tell me more of Shaena Targaryen " Lyarra blurted out causing Ned to look at her with a sad smile on his face.

His niece was staring to look like her mother more and more each passing day which worried him, it was no doubt that Lyarra was Shaena's daughter through and through the way she would sing and play the harp like Shaena and Rhaegar would in the capital.

Through she had his brother eyes, smile and spirit, she truly was both parts of her parents a stark and a Targaryen.

" Shaena Targaryen was the princess of dragonstone the younger twin sister of Prince Rhaegar, she was fierce and kind in many ways and cared deeply about the people's welfare she loved to sword fight with her brother Rhaegar and sing and play the harp " Ned states.

" She sounds like an amazing person " Lyarra smiled.

" She was " Ned muttered looking at his sister-in-law statute with sadness in his eyes.

" Did Uncle Brandon love her " Lyarra. questioned.

" Very much your uncle adored her the two ruled Winterfell and Dragonstone for a time being "

" Mother says she was a thief that stole things that didn't belong to her, why does mother hate Aunt Shaena so much " .

" That's a story for another time now come along you'll be late to your sew lessons your mother will be furious if you miss it " Ned said ushering the curious little ice-she wolf out of the crypts.

King's Landing

As Jaime was making his way to his sister's chambers he heard moaning and grunts coming from outside.

His eyes widen in alarm and tugged at the doorknob only to realize it was locked.

Jaime knock on the door with a bang angry beginning to fill in his body.

Inside, Cersei was on her hands and knees being pounded from behind by one of her many lovers Ser Kettleblack.

She would often taking him in his bed a few times when Jaime was away on King's guard business.

" That's it pleasure your queen " Cersei moaned as the knight thrusting into her harder and fast her boobs began to bounce up and down.

" Fuck, my queen " The knight grunted as tried to hold back from spilling his seed into the Queen.

A loud knock on the door causes them to pause for a moment, " Who is it " Cersei asked with a wearily voice.

" Sweet sister may I come inside " Jaime asked from outside her chamber door.

" Not now Jaime " Cersei snarled.

Cersei eyes widened, " Should I go, my queen? " The knight asked looking at her.

" No keep fucking me " Cersei commanding some part of her wanted to let her brother in but another part of her wanted to teach him lesson for forgetting about her.

Her brother had been busy the last couples of weeks guarding her fat oaf of a husband, leaving her bed cold forcing her to find pleasure elsewhere.

The knight nodded and began to thrust back into her at a faster race, the lioness trying her best to cover her moans up.

" Who's in there with you " Jaime snarled and began to pound his fists on the door loudly.

" No one brother now go before I have you personally removed " Cersei moaned lowly.

Jaime cursed under his breath and walked away from his sister's chambers wondering if his sister was being unfaithful to him.

No she couldn't be they had made a promise "I will only love you and take you into my bed Jaime no men can make me feel the way I do about you " Cersei promised him on their sixteen nameday the first time they made love to one another.

He had made a vow too that day claiming he would relinquish his right to Casterly rock and join the king's guard so he'll never have to marry or have children.

He never wanted to wed or have a family of his own with another other woman but Cersei he had once dreamed of marrying Cersei he had brought up running away one time to Cersei but she had just laughed at him and said be practical.

Cersei carved power without it she would be nothing, she obsessed with Joffrey one day ruling the seven kingdoms and she as acting regent.

Robert wouldn't live for long not the way he was living he would soon perish one day and Joffrey would become king.

God help the seven kingdoms when that day would come knowing Joffrey as King would be a nightmare.

" Quite the nightmare. " Jaime thought

Jaime let out a sign he knew he would have to repair things with his sister hopefully she would forgive him for being distance towards him but in the end she would always forgive him.

Hopefully she would forgive him again this time around.

Author Note

So a little more glimpse into the bolton family, Domeric and Ramsay

Jaime first references in the chapter don't worry he'll grow throughout the story

I hope you like this chapter if you did give a vote down below and let me know what you thought

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athenaresfiction · 2 years

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Sharing one of the fics I am currently fawning over.

I know I haven't written for Taming of the Mad Dog for long. I wish to take this chance to announce I have resumed (though in very little steps) its continuation, which I credit to ParallelDragonfly's budding work. In the mean time, I recommend this unique take on Ramsay/Sansa:

Domeric Bolton is a man hiding in the islands from the pain of his past, cherishing his isolation, when a pregnant stranger washes up on shore, the sole survivor of a shipwreck, and none other than Sansa Stark, who carries painful memories of her own. Sansa brings light into Domeric's world, but as their friendship blooms into love, past secrets threaten to take it away || ParallelDragonfly

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ineedminions · 9 months

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Speak Now

The first of my Taylor Swift inspired one-shots.

Song: Speak Now Pairing: Sansa Stark/Domeric Bolton Setting: 1920s

#Fic #Writing is Hard #thewulfpack #Sansa Stark #Domeric bolton #sansa stark x domeric bolton #domeric bolton x sansa stark

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daenystheedreamer · 1 year

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hi :)

i'm so sorry i'm new to the whole tumblr thing. can you do 0 for absolute girlboss catelyn tully stark please?

1(social media) i know she's running her pinterest like its the navy. facebook mum, makes all the kids friend lysa on facebook cos she feels bad about everyone unfriending lysa (lysa is a public anti-vaxxer.)

2(animals that remind me of them) wolf mother :)

3(design/aesthetic thoughts) she is So sexy. love a normal redhead:)

4(sleeping habits, favourite food, all that) i would like it if sansa's lemon cake obsession was based on the fact that cat drinks lemon tea or likes lemon-y flavour. it also kinda fits her! shes a little sour (mean to her stepson) but also yummy (hot and right all the time)

5(what do they think of their friends/allies if they have any, what are they looking for in relationship, what people tend to think about them): idk how to answer this because i dont have any hcs for this? i just agree with canon. i think she and brienne could be good friends if there wasnt a war going on and she didnt die and become a zombie :) she'd definitely see brienne as a daughter and would take her out to medieval brunch

6(psychological: tastes, fears, talents, regrets, how they deal with anger, etc) i think it would be fun if she's a good fisherman. idk if it's ever brought up but i would like it if hoster and brynden taught her to fish :) the starklings go out camping and she's catches dinner :)

7(ships with them that I like or at least consider) i like nedcat i am boring. roosecat has fun fucked up flavour (the theon skin moment🥰). barbcat is hot and has one-sided enemies to lovers flair where barb hates her and cat is like oh hi barb hows domeric. also i dont ship it but i read a show! modern au dany x cat milf lesbian smut fic that i enjoyed. um.

8(non-canon character relationships) cat's mother being a whent.... i want shella whent and cat to have had some kind of relationship... also i think cat and elia would have been an interesting duo...

9(headcanons about their past) the ones i mentioned! hoster and brynden teaching her to fish and shella whent :)

10(content about them I'd like to see more of) Cant wait for twow when she kills jaime and brienne and becomes queen of westeros. jk i really really really want her to reunite with her kids even just once. i think theyre gearing up to a stoneheart/arya reunion i would like that :)

#catelyn stark #all good on the new user stuff too! welcome to the family (said like the way the mafia says family. da family)#🫶#ask #yintagasketcgames #limoneads

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redbirdblackdog · 3 years

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Domeric & Sansa

He hums back. Turning to her he lifts her chin, staring into her eyes. His eyes drop to her lips and he just watches her take a breath. The way his eyes linger on her is intoxicating, like there's nowhere else he'd rather be. His thumb comes up to trace her brow, over her cheekbone before lifting her chin. She can't help but wet her lips. He responds with a smirk.

"May I kiss you?" His eyes searching her face before landing on her eyes again and locking in a heavy stare.

"Please," she sighs.

#sansa x domeric #domeric x sansa #redbirdblackdog #thewulfpack

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ladyoflosgar · 4 years

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faceapp is addictive and should be banned because otherwise i will spend forever making morphs of rufus sewell and long haired actors in period dress

#sansa x domeric #domeric x sansa #domeric bolton x sansa stark #domeric bolton

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asoiafrarepairs · 4 years

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Prompt: Sansa/Domeric - He didn't die of illness and rescues her from King's Landing.

Added to our prompt page!

#Anonymous #domeric x sansa #sansa x domeric #domeric bolton #sansa stark #prompts #asoiaf #game of thrones

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spectre4hire-blog · 4 years

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Here’s a small sample from the next chapter of Our Blades Are Sharp 2: The Red Reign

Walking into their room, the first thing she saw was her husband.

Domeric was sitting at his desk. He placed it there specifically so it would be facing the door. He was reading something, but he looked up, having heard her arrival. He lowered the parchment, smiling.

My husband, she was smiling too, It still made her giddy that they were married. It had happened mere weeks ago at Riverrun, but here they were now at Winterfell, together. She couldn’t be happier. “What are you reading, husband?” She did not miss the slight quirk in his lip that he made whenever she called him, husband.

“A letter from my father.”

Ah, she had gone over to her desk first to see if Luwin had delivered any new letters or other notes when she was busy with her other duties. Thankfully, there hadn’t been any new ones. Plenty of old ones, she thumbed through some of them, knowing she’d need to read them all as well as act and answer them.

“What does he say?” She already had a strong suspicion of the contents of Lord Bolton’s letter. The inquiries he would make, the blunt manner he went about in persisting on knowing if any fruit had bloomed from their marriage. We’ve only been married a few weeks, she wanted to remind him, it was as if Lord Bolton was expecting Sansa to have had a baby born and blessed by the time they reached Winterfell.

It’s been a month, she wanted to write to him. A small voice nagged at her that it was more than a month and creeping closer to two months, but she pushed it aside. That wasn’t important.

“He asks after your health,” Domeric had a way of making his father’s inquiries sound rather genuine. As if Lord Bolton was truly only curious and concerned about her well being.

“I am well,” She answered, “I am blessed, I am happy,” she listed them off, knowing Lord Bolton cared little for such things. Sansa smiled at her husband upon sensing the concern expression settling over him that always came when his father was discussed.

#Preview #Our Blades are sharp #Our Blades are Sharp 2: The Red Reign #domeric bolton #Sansa Stark #domeric x sansa #rough draft #asoiafrare #fanfiction

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awolfkissedbyfire · 4 years

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i wanna do a domeric/sansa video but i cant decide on a fancast for domeric....sign

#domeric bolton #sansa stark #domeric x sansa

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readytofangirl · 3 years

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Till the Sun Grows Cold and the Stars Grow Old

Sansa Stark x Domeric Bolton

#sansa stark #domeric bolton #sansa x domeric #game of thrones #game of thrones au #alternate universe #house stark #house bolton #gendrya #robbcella #asoiaf #a song of ice and fire #rare ship

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onthesandsofdreams · 2 years

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6SS: Sansa x Domeric: Vampire

"I can smell your fear, Sansa Stark."

Sansa froze, she had not expected that, trying as much as possible for a steady voice, she replied, "Should I not be?"

Her husband, Domeric Bolton, shook his head, "Not any more, when we wed, the bloodbinding ritual is strong, I would never hurt you; nor allow any harm to come your way."

She felt herself relax a little bit, "I - I just never expected that my marriage would be..."

"To a Bolton?"

"Aye," she admitted, "but I am willing to try, you'll have to forgive me for a bit while I get used to... well, everything."

"We have time Sansa," Domeric reassured her gently, "I have no desire to push."

#domeric x sansa #sansa x domeric #sansa stark #domeric bolton #asoiaf #asoiaf fic #au: vampires #au: canon divergence #six sentence sunday #established relationship

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icefrye19 · 10 months

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Chapter Five : The Arrival

As Lyarra awoke bright and early that morning by her handmaiden Mora, she was bath and dressed as soon as possible.

Today was the day the Boltons would arrive along with other northern houses her mother was determined to make a good impression.

Sansa was excited about it and hadn't stopped talking about it the last few days.

Lyarra on the other hand couldn't wait to get this over with, she knew her mother would try to find a betrothal for her.

Luckily her father could hold off her mother for a bit which was the betrothal of Domeric and Sansa.

Lyarra sat back in her vanity chair while Mora combined her hair softly, " Is it necessary to have my hair braided " Lyarra grumbled.

" Of course my lady it's important for you to look proper and representative when the Bolton's arrived you are the warden of the north eldest daughter " Mora exclaimed.

"It's Lyarra you don't have to call me my lady " Lyarra informed her.

" It would be improper to address you like that my lady " Mora pointed out.

" I'm allowing you to so what's the harm " Lyarra questioned turning her head to look up at Mora.

Mora smiled down at the young ice she-wolf she had always been kind and sweet and would often try to get to know her household workers a bit more.

But the girl didn't realize that it wasn't proper for a lady to interact with servants and handmaidens.

" Again it's not proper I'm your handmaiden and you are my lady " Mora explained.

" I don't see you as my handmaiden I see you as my friend," Lyarra said.

" I know " Mora signed.

As Lyarra lay back quietly letting Mora braid her hair she wondered why it was such an offensive for servants and handmaidens to interact with their ladies or lords at the end of the day they were her people it was her duty to get to take care of them and get to know her people.

She had asked her mother about one day and her mother had simply said they were of low status and that their jobs were to assist them in whatever way they needed.

But the young ice she-wolf didn't care that lowborn or highborn didn't matter to her she believed everyone was the same it didn't matter if they had no titles or lands.

But the world she was in begged to differ, she hoped one-day things would change for the better.

Later On

As Lyarra was lined up with her parents and siblings, she stood in between Robb and Sansa behind her stood Jon and Theon much to her displeasure.

She had argued with her mother once more that Jon deserved to be up there with the rest of them saying he was Stark her mother had taken it as a sign of disrespect and struck her across the face.

Her father intervened and scolded her mother for hitting her, her mother then began to argue with her father about Jon calling him a bastard claiming he had turned her children against him, and demanding her father foster him elsewhere.

Her father refused, of course, making her mother angrier for the rest of the morning the two hadn't spoken to one another.

Soon the gates opened and in rode Lord Roose Bolton with his bastard son Ramsay Snow and his smallest trueborn son Domeric along with their man.

Lyarra stared at the ground wanting nothing more than to go to the chambers she wasn't in the mood to host.

Sansa's eyes soon lay on Domeric who was staring at her already, she sent him a shy smile which he returned.

Lord Bolton made his way over to the quiet young wolf and bowed, " Lord Stark, Lady Stark thank you gracefully inviting us "

Ned nodded with a smile, " The pleasure was all mine.

" I don't think you have had the honor of meeting my heir Domeric, Domeric come here," Lord Bolton said.

Domeric hop off his horse with a struggle causing Ramsay to snicker at him, Domeric made his way towards his father and Lord Stark before bowing.

" My lord, my lady, thank you for inviting me into your home, your home is quite beautiful " Domeric said.

" It is our pleasure to have you " Catelyn smiled looking at the boy in approval he would be perfect for her Sansa.

Domeric soon turned to Sansa and made his way over to her and bowed, " My lady " He lifted up her hand kissing it gently.

" My lord " Sansa giggled.

" Seven hells " Arya gagged at the interaction.

" You all must be tired from your journey my daughters Lyarra and Sansa will escort you to your chambers, " Catelyn said.

" Go on get settled in I must have a chat with Lord Stark in private " Roose informed his youngest son who nodded.

Lord Bolton headed inside with the quiet wolf along with Catelyn, Arya, Robb, Bran, and Rickon trailed behind them.

" Come I am sure you will love Winterfell " Sansa smiled linking arms with Domeric taking him inside

Lyarra rolled her eyes following after the pair in annoyance.

Sometime Later

After showing the youngest Bolton heir around, Lyarra and Sansa showed the young lad to his chambers and left him to get settled in.

As the two sisters were walking back, " Isn't he amazing Lya he's so handsome can you believe it I will be Lady Bolton one day " Sansa gushed.

" It sounds amazing Sans " Lyarra grumbled.

" I know you must be feeling jealous now but don't worry mother and father will find you a bethored one day and you'll be the ruling lady " Sansa exclaimed.

" I'm not jealous Sans I'm happy for you and as for me, I will never marry, " Lyarra said.

" This again Lya don't be stupid you know one day you'll marry I don't know why you just won't accept that I try so hard to get you and Arya to become ladies but instead you acting like wild animals " Sansa scoffed.

" That's who we are and if you can't accept that then don't but you're not going to change who we are " Lyarra snarled getting angry at her sister's comments.

" Mother isn't happy with your guys' behavior " Sansa points out.

" Mother isn't happy about anything no matter what I do I'll always be seen as a disappointment in her eyes " Lyarra signed.

" Mother loves you know I don't understand why you are letting the bastard get in between you and mother, defending him today saying he should stand up there with us was a disgrace you know how mother feels about the bastard, " Sansa said.

"His name is Jon and he's our brother he deserves to be up there with us " Lyarra yelled tired of the way Sansa treated Jon.

Sansa was a mini version of their mother often sending him dirty looks, calling him a bastard who couldn't stand to look at him.

Questioning her and Arya why they were spending time with him when they should e spending time with their trueborn brothers.

" Half brother father dishonored mother and brought home a bastard how do you expect mother to feel about that " Sansa hissed.

" Father made a mistake like everyone else does Jon shouldn't be held accountable for father's actions he is innocent in all of this " Lyarra exclaimed.

" He's a bastard Lya that's who he is and that's who he'll always be " Sansa growled and pushed past her harshly walking away.

Lyarra began to feel the anger in her rising up she was sick of her mother and Sansa putting Jon down and her father not doing anything about it.

As her eyes began to glow a bright blue color she curl her hands into fists her hands beginning to freeze up.

Unaware that a trail of ice was starting to form around her, Lyarra looked down in horror and rush back to her chambers the ice trailing growing more behind her.

Later That Day

After setting down in her chambers, it was time for the welcoming feast that her father and mother were hosting in honor of the Bolton and other northern houses that were joining them.

Lyarra entered the grand hall with Arya both wearing long blue dresses wearing winter rose flower crowns, as they made their way to the high table all eyes were on them.

Lyarra keep her held high and took her seat next to her father and Lord Bolton, Arya sat beside her on the other side Sansa and Domeric were talking among one another, Robb talking with a girl, her mother sitting beside her father's left side holding Rickon in her lap next to her sat Bran who was talking with Rickon.

Down below Jon and Theon were seated along with Ramsay Snow, her mother claiming to have a bastard at the main table was disrespectful and Theon was just a ward.

" You look beautiful my lady " Lord Bolton complimented starting at the ice-she wolf wondering why the quiet wolf didn't offer her to Domeric.

She was the quiet wolf's eldest daughter and was more beautiful she looked much like her father and had the northern spirit much like her youngest sister Arya while the red wolf and the young wolf took after their mother with their Tully red hair and blue eyes.

" Thank you, my lord " Lyarra smiled.

" You look beautiful little wolves " Ned smiled at his daughters while eyeing their flower crowns in interest, blue roses were Lyanna's favorite.

Both of his daughters took a bit after their aunt.

" I wanted to wear breeches but mother force me to wear a dress saying it was proper " Arya grumbled.

" You look beautiful Arya " Catelyn smiled glad that her younger daughter was looking proper for once.

" Father, why is Jon not sitting up here with us I mean he's one of us he should be up here," Lyarra said.

" Lya, he's a bastard it wouldn't be proper " Ned signed.

" He's one of us father he should be up here with us " Lyarra grumbled.

" Lya you know how your mother would feel about that " Ned signed.

" Can I sit next to Jon?" Arya asked looking at her father who nodded.

Arya rose from her seat and made her way toward the lower tables and sat down next to Jon.

" May I go as well? " Lyarra asked looking at her father with beaming eyes who smiled at her knowing he couldn't refuse his daughter's request and nodded

Lyarra got up from her seat and joined Arya and Jon down below at the lower tables, the trio of siblings laughing among one another.

Catelyn stared down at her daughters conversation with the bastard and looked over at her husband in disproval no matter what she did or say her daughters would have free will to do whatever they want.

She never understood why her two daughters couldn't just listen to her they were truly Ned's daughters they had the northern looks and the spirit of a wolf all of her children did but Lyarra and Arya were more so.

She had tried to get the two to become ladies but the two wouldn't listen, they would have to listen to her one day.

Meanwhile

Down below at the lower tables, As Lyarra was chatting with Theon and Jon she felt a tap on her shoulder she turned around and her eyes met with brown eyes she soon noticed it was Ramsay Snow Lord Bolton's illegality son.

" Hello " Lyarra greeted with a smile.

" My lady I must say you look dashing tonight " Ramsay smirked lifting her hand to his lips smooching it.

The young ice she-wolf yanked her hand back from his grasp, " Thank you ".

" I must say I was curious to hear that your father cast you aside and choose Sansa for my little brother you are his eldest daughter after all " Ramsay exclaimed.

" I'm happy for my sister she'll make a fine Lady Bolton one day " Lyarra answered.

" Still you would be suited more for it you are quite a beauty more beautiful than your sister some would say " Ramsay whispered in her ear while twirling the ends of her hair with his hand.

" My sister is very beautiful my lord she is the true beauty of the north " Lyarra corrected in truth she didn't believe herself to be beautiful she thought herself to be a curse forced to wear gloves the rest of her life to hide her abomination powers away.

" I feel you have mistaken my lady " Ramsay purred while petting her on the head gently.

" Can you stop touching me " Lyarra mumbled?

" Are you not comfortable my lady forgive me I only mean to compliment you " Ramsay said with a twisted smile as he grabbed hold of his hand with his squeezing it tightly.

" You're hurting me " Lyarra whimpered lowly as she tried to tear away from the snow boy's grasp but his hold only tightened.

" Don't interrupt me " Ramsay warned and twisted her hand harshly causing her to cry out a bit.

" Let her go " Jon snarled standing up and looking at Ramsay with anger in his eyes.

" Or what bastard " Ramsay challenged.

Lyarra soon yanked herself free from his hold and got up from the table making her way outside.

As Lyarra was walking outside the night was cold and windy just like she likes it, she soon made her way to the god's woods and sat under the weirwood tree.

She took off her gloves and noticed her hands were icy cold, " it wouldn't do any harm to practice " Lyarra thought she looked around making sure she was alone before beginning to play around with her magic.

She create a snowflake in her hand and began to stare at it in awe, how she longed for it to be winter again.

Winter was her favorite season she loved it when it would snow for days during the winter days she would practice her magic more and more with her father's approval.

Sometimes she felt amazing at what she could do other times afraid of hurting someone she loved.

She often felt fear at what would happen if anyone find out the truth, would they think her to be a monster, people accused of being witches were often burned at the stake.

Lyarra felt magic was special there was nothing wrong with it the only thing she hated was she couldn't control her magic easily she longed to find someone like her that could teach her control.

But she would never find anyone with freakish magical powers like her, for the young ice she-wolf would find herself wrong one day.

" Lya, Lya, Lya " a familiar voice called out, Lyarra slide back on her gloves quickly before standing up on alert.

As Lyarra was about to take out her dagger that she kept hidden under her boots, she sighed in relief when she saw that it was only Robb and Jon.

" What are you doing out here it's cold " Robb exclaimed before taking off his cloak and handing it to her.

" I just need some space and besides the cold doesn't bother me " Lyarra answered.

" Did Ramsay hurt you?" Jon asked in concern.

" No he didn't just twist my hand a bit there's something wrong with that boy " Lyarra muttered.

" We should inform father about this he has no right putting his hands on you " Robb growled at what he was hearing.

" Robb it's okay just leave it be " Lyarra said.

Robb nodded respecting his sister's wishes,

" We should head back inside before Lord Stark starts looking for us " Jon suggests.

" Father " Lyarra corrected him.

" Lya I'm a " Jon trailed off.

" You're our brother it doesn't matter what our mother says you are one of us," Robb said.

" We love you, you belong with us at the high table " Lyarra smiled.

" Guys, I " Jon was about to say but Robb cut him off.

" Come on," Robb said linking arms with him as well as Lyarra the trio went back inside and brought their brother to the high table much to their mother's protests but their father had let it slide.

It didn't matter what their mother said Jon was their brother and deserves to sit on the high tables with them.

Lyarra didn't care what her mother would say Jon was her brother and she wouldn't treat him differently just because they were half-siblings.

Author Note

Another update yay woohoo I am trying to wrap up Lyarra childhood storyline and move towards the time skip

Lyarra and Catelyn doesn't get along no surprise there , Lyarra loves Jon dearly and is overprotective over him and will get in spat with Catelyn over how she treats him as well as Arya

Ramsay be a an evil bastard as always don't worry I have something planned for him in the long run

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