𝐋𝐲𝐚𝐫𝐫𝐚 𝐒𝐭𝐚𝐫𝐤.

“Winter Is Coming.” ~ Parody ~ Game Of Thrones ~

[𝐋𝐲𝐚𝐫𝐫𝐚 𝐒𝐭𝐚𝐫𝐤. @OFWOLFTWIN]

𝗟𝗮𝗱𝘆 𝗟𝘆𝗮𝗿𝗿𝗮 𝗦𝘁𝗮𝗿𝗸 𝗢𝗳 𝗛𝗼𝘂𝘀𝗲 𝗦𝘁𝗮𝗿𝗸.

[ً @aslovewept]

angel wings with a barb—wired halo.

[𝐋𝐲𝐚𝐫𝐫𝐚 𝐒𝐭𝐚𝐫𝐤. @OFWOLFTWIN]

Good morrow mother.

[𝙻𝚊𝚍𝚢 𝙲𝚊𝚝𝚎𝚕𝚢𝚗 𝚃𝚞𝚕𝚕𝚢 @Lady0fRiverrun]

She is up and going to have breakfast this morrow

[𝐋𝐲𝐚𝐫𝐫𝐚 𝐒𝐭𝐚𝐫𝐤. @OFWOLFTWIN]

She walks to the stables and smiled over at him.

[𝐋𝐲𝐚𝐫𝐫𝐚 𝐒𝐭𝐚𝐫𝐤. @OFWOLFTWIN]

Lyarra couldn't contain her excitement when he agreed with her. She knew that he was dealing with a lot as well here in court. She happily kisses his cheek and slides her arm through his.

"Let's do this.. I can't wait to spend time with you and nature. Just for a few more days."

[𝓙𝓸𝓷 𝓢𝓽𝓪𝓻𝓴 @WhiteWolf_VI]

“You had me at us,” he said, the corner of his mouth tugging upward, though the smile never quite reached his eyes.

What she’d spoken was not just what she longed for—it was the same he’d carried in his own chest. He was sick of courtesies and hollow words, of lords pressing their daughters at him as though he were a prize to be won.

Aye, he needed to be away from court. Needed her more still.

“If that’s all you ask of me…” His voice dropped, steady and certain. “Then aye. Let’s go.”

[𝐋𝐲𝐚𝐫𝐫𝐚 𝐒𝐭𝐚𝐫𝐤. @OFWOLFTWIN]

and hope.

"I swear that is all I will ask."

[𝐋𝐲𝐚𝐫𝐫𝐚 𝐒𝐭𝐚𝐫𝐤. @OFWOLFTWIN]

"Truly, Jon. Between court and Sansa’s demands, I need a break from it all. Just let us be without titles for the day. Please."

She was tired of politics and talk of arranged marriages. She missed being just being herself without worries. Her hazel hues filled with longing —

[𝓙𝓸𝓷 𝓢𝓽𝓪𝓻𝓴 @WhiteWolf_VI]

A rare grin broke across his face, unguarded and boyish, his eyes widening as though he scarce believed her. He’d thought she meant to burden him with letters or the tedium of court, not this. This was different. Better.

“Truly? Just us, in the wolf’s wood?” His voice carried a note of disbelief, softened by a warmth he seldom showed. “That’s all?”

They were given so few moments to themselves. And when they came, fleeting as they were, they felt near….otherworldly—even with all her teasing. Perhaps that’s what made them feel magical.

[𝐋𝐲𝐚𝐫𝐫𝐚 𝐒𝐭𝐚𝐫𝐤. @OFWOLFTWIN]

Hazel hues soften, she smiles to herself and tilts her head. She enjoyed these little moments where she could playfully tease him.

"A full day with no duties and time away from Winterfell. Just us and our horses. I need a break from the demands of court, Jon."

[𝓙𝓸𝓷 𝓢𝓽𝓪𝓻𝓴 @WhiteWolf_VI]

Heat crept into his cheeks, though her touch set a shiver through him that no ale could explain. Still, he tried to blame it all on the drink. Must be the ale, he whispered low, as if saying it aloud might make it true.

“Maybe?” he asked at last, clearing his throat, trying to wrest himself free of her hold.

His gaze lingered on her, bold in a way he scarce allowed himself. “And what would the Lady Lyarra ask of me in return for holding this secret?”

[𝐋𝐲𝐚𝐫𝐫𝐚 𝐒𝐭𝐚𝐫𝐤. @OFWOLFTWIN]

She felt a shiver go down her spine when be brushed his fingers against her cheek. A soft smile appears on her lips as she gave a thoughtful expression.

"Hmmm, I might be able to help you out, Jon. I think that I can keep a secret for you. Maybe.."

She said playfully.

[𝓙𝓸𝓷 𝓢𝓽𝓪𝓻𝓴 @WhiteWolf_VI]

He gave a low chuckle. “Aye… mayhap I’ve had more ale than I should, Lyarra.”

Her touch drew him closer without thought. Those eyes of hers—hazel and unyielding—had undone stronger men than he, and still they held him fast.

“If it’s my well-being you truly care for,” he said, voice dropping to a playful murmur, “then you’ll keep it to yourself.” His hand brushed her cheek, rough but tender.

[𝐋𝐲𝐚𝐫𝐫𝐚 𝐒𝐭𝐚𝐫𝐤. @OFWOLFTWIN]

"I adore you, Jon. I truly do but are you drunk? You only call me Sansa when you are drunk."

She chuckles and rested her hand on his cheek. Her hazel orbs looking into his own.

"Sansa will have a fit if she hears you call me that."

[𝓙𝓸𝓷 𝓢𝓽𝓪𝓻𝓴 @WhiteWolf_VI]

“Aye… they will,” Jon said, his voice low but certain.

He let the corner of his mouth tug upward — not quite a smile, but enough that she’d see it was meant for her alone. His hand settled on her shoulder, steady, grounding.

“Evening, Sansa,” he murmured. “All well?”

[𝐋𝐲𝐚𝐫𝐫𝐚 𝐒𝐭𝐚𝐫𝐤. @OFWOLFTWIN]

"They will regret messing with our house."

She smirked.

"Evening brother dear."

[𝓙𝓸𝓷 𝓢𝓽𝓪𝓻𝓴 @WhiteWolf_VI]

“Aye,” he said, steady as the North wind.

“Let Winter come for those who’ve wronged House Stark.”

[𝐋𝐲𝐚𝐫𝐫𝐚 𝐒𝐭𝐚𝐫𝐤. @OFWOLFTWIN]

Without a doubt. Defenders of the North coming with a vengeance.

[𝓙𝓸𝓷 𝓢𝓽𝓪𝓻𝓴 @WhiteWolf_VI]

They make quite the trio, don't they?

[𝐋𝐲𝐚𝐫𝐫𝐚 𝐒𝐭𝐚𝐫𝐤. @OFWOLFTWIN]

@serrosetyrell “You good?”

[𝐋𝐲𝐚𝐫𝐫𝐚 𝐒𝐭𝐚𝐫𝐤. @OFWOLFTWIN]

“Just come on.”

She sighed and went to go find father.

[ᅠ ᅠ𝑺𝑵𝑶𝑾 @snowwclf]

ᅠ
"i’ve been ready for hours."
ᅠ

[𝐋𝐲𝐚𝐫𝐫𝐚 𝐒𝐭𝐚𝐫𝐤. @OFWOLFTWIN]

“I tend to be.”

She sighed and rubbed her eyes again while making her way to the door.

“Ready?”

[ᅠ ᅠ𝑺𝑵𝑶𝑾 @snowwclf]

ᅠ
“cheeky.”
ᅠ

[𝐋𝐲𝐚𝐫𝐫𝐚 𝐒𝐭𝐚𝐫𝐤. @OFWOLFTWIN]

She stuck her tongue out at him.

[ᅠ ᅠ𝑺𝑵𝑶𝑾 @snowwclf]

ᅠ
"of course."
ᅠ

[𝐋𝐲𝐚𝐫𝐫𝐚 𝐒𝐭𝐚𝐫𝐤. @OFWOLFTWIN]

“Give me a break, Jon. You know I can be grumpy in the mornings, that was never a secret.”

She pulled her hair away from her face.

[ᅠ ᅠ𝑺𝑵𝑶𝑾 @snowwclf]

ᅠ
"do you talk to father like that?" his brow raised at her change in tone.

"he wouldn't allow it if so. you're just like your mother. the apple doesn't fall far from the tree as they say."
ᅠ