#Sarra Stark

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Sarra Stark, Alys Stark, Raya Stark

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Ladies of House Stark:

Sarra

[kellyvela]

While there are speculation about Sara Snow being real or not, I find it interesting that Cregan had a daughter with Alyssane Blackwood named Sarra Stark.

Similar question answered here:

[all-that-is-gold-is-now-gone]

If Tessa and Cregan had a kid?

Um yes, they need all the kids

Name: Sarra Stark

Gender: Female

General Appearance: Favors her mother more than her father, except for the eyes.

Personality: A sweet child, Sarra grew up with the run of the winter keep. She is very curious and wishes to know everything, how everything works.

Special Talents: Can get around Winterfell better than probably anyone else in the keep.

Who they like better: Tessa

Who they take after more: Tessa

Personal Headcanon:

As a child she explored every inch of her home, finding every possible hiding place, and secret passages that could exist. Uses this to cheat when playing hide and seek with her siblings.

Face Claim:

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A DANCE OF LIONS ↪︎ character posters ( x )

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HOZIER & BEAR McCREARY — “BLOOD UPON THE SNOW”

To all things housed in her silence Nature offers a violence The bear that keeps to his own line The wolf that seeks always his own kind The world that hardens as the harsher winter holds

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TDIOBCB challenge - day 20: drunk confession

Cregan Stark and Ilka Harclay (OCs)

I see this illustration as a fevered confession rather than a drunken one. I hadn't initially planned to draw this couple, as they are recent creations and their significant moment happens off-screen at the end of the story. However, I became attached to Cregan and his third wife, Ilka, whose backstory I found fun and interesting to develop. Given the heavy inbreeding in the story, I wanted to introduce a character who marries outside the family. 

Plus @kiraliaart beautiful portrait of Ilka inspired me to include them in this challenge last minute.

Lady Ilka Harclay is the only daughter of Lord Rickard Harclay and Lady Dalla Harclay, a woman of the Free Folk. She has three older brothers: Roger, Cley, and Robard. Unlike most women of the North, Ilka has pale blonde hair and light blue eyes, traits common in her mother's tribe. She eventually becomes the third and final wife of Cregan Stark. Near the end of TDIOBCB she rescues Cregan from a snowstorm that separates him from his men. With the help of her brothers, she brings him to her father's castle, where he is nursed back to health. Encouraged by her father, who sees this as an opportunity to elevate their family's status, Ilka takes care of Cregan with the intent of seducing him and convincing him to make her his lover. Cregan, immediately captivated by her beauty, begins to fall in love with her. Ilka, too, starts developing feelings for him, and one night, aided by wine and the heat of the moment, they share a kiss and something more. Being a man of honor, Cregan decides to marry her. A week later, he returns to Winterfell with Ilka by his side, and on the same day, he takes her as his wife. They go on to have five children together: three daughters (Lynara, Lysara, and Sarra) and two sons (Jonnel and Rickon). Although Ilka doesn't appear in the main storyline of TDIOBCB, her presence is felt in the aftermath.

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LORDS OF WINTERFELL + THEIR BASTARD SIBING - Cregan Stark & Sara Snow

The matter of what exactly happened when Prince Jacaerys Velaryon came to Winterfell is a matter only truly known to those who were there. Regardless, after the Prince’s death in 130 AC, Lord Cregan Stark raised a host of nearly twenty-thousand men to ride south to honor the pact he made with his dear friend.

He trusted no one to rule Winterfell in his absence than his elder sister, a bastard named Sara Snow. She acted as a regent for his young son and heir, Rickon, as Cregan had planned for a lengthy campaign. Despite being the formidable Wolf of the North, Sara had always been protective of her younger brother. Cregan suffered loss early in his life with the deaths of father, his lady-mother, their younger brother, and most recently his beloved wife Arra Norrey.

Like Cregan, Sara was politically apt, had a strong heart for justice, and commanded respect from all. Since wresting power from his corrupt uncle at only six-and-ten, Sara acted as an advisor for Cregan. For many years, the Wolves of the North were a small pack, but Cregan was just as dedicated to his sister as Sara was to him. After the war, when Cregan remarried to Alysanne Blackwood, they had a daughter named Sarra, likely named after his dear sister.

[misguidedasgardian]

The White Dragon (43)

43. The Dragonpit

MASTERLIST

Summary: It was not finished yet 

Pairings: main Harwin Strong x Fem!Targaryen reader

Warnings: cursing, medieval and A song of ice and Fire AU customs, injury, burns, dragon fire, death, violence, armies, death, war and all that comes with it. Might miss some warnings but you know what this is about :) 

+18, MINORS DNI

Wordcount: 3.4 k

Notes:  this story it's near its end, like three more chapter perhaps, it had been probably the longest story I have ever written jeje

It took a fortnight to gather the remains of the Harrenhal army and the towns around it, they all rally to your cause and you were preparing to take the capital

If you come to think about it, you didn’t even know how you reached this point 

A sweet maid who had been here for all of your children’s lives serving in the White Hall braided your hair beautifully, as you watched through the mirror the armor that stood hanging in a mold of your own body in the corner. 

These braids were different, they were made to keep your hair off your face, they were made for riding, either dragons or horses, two thick braids were created from the top of your head and then in the back, they crossed together and gathered the remains of your hair into a low ponytail. 

They were war braids

You smiled sweetly at her thanking her and she only nodded and left.

As she left, Harwin entered

Your husband

He hadn't said anything since your declaration and statement, when you said outloud the intention of claiming the Iron Throne.

He looked at the armor in the corner and sighed, he was also wearing the thick leather layer, the one you put on before the armor itself

“What?”, you asked softly, and when he looked at you, he saw the girl he married almost 20 years ago, wide eyed and filled with life, and a bit of innocence 

“Is this what you really want?”, he asked softly, he looked concerned for you

“We have no choice”, you whisper sadly 

“(Y/N)”, he called softly

“Not after everything we have been through”, you continued, “is this, or take everyone we care about and flee, and how real is that possibility?”

“Very real”

“You say we pack up our children and go?”, you continued, “Aemond… Sarra… Helaena… the Starks… they are our family too also”, you told him, “and with dragons, there is no palace where we can hide that they won’t find us, Aegon, Rhaenyra, she will want revenge for Daemon, Aegon wants us all dead anyways”

“We have his children, he won’t come for us”

“He will want them back, they are his future, his legacy”, you continued

“Then let’s… settle North, help Stark and be behind him and ask for independence…” 

“Harwin…”

“The Iron Throne is the most dangerous seat in the realm, you are placing a target on yourself, and in our children’s backs”

“I’m aware…���, you continued, “but that is the lesser of two evils…”

“What about Rhaenyra?”, he asked then, “are you prepared to take her out of the throne?”

You had thought about it, about what it would be like… would you have the strength to kill her? you didn’t think you did, it would be easier if she just… she could be expelled to Dragonstone, to live there in peace…

Uh, peace

what a strange concept 

Rhaenyra was not going to find peace

It was not a treat, it was just a random thought you had, like a gut feeling, like you could predict the future 

No matter how far you tried to look into the future, you couldn’t see your sister fitting in any of them, in any of the scenarios you had pictured in your head.

How strange

“I will know when we get there”, you said softly, “Rhaenyra never wanted this, I’m offering an out for her, to live the rest of her life with her remaining children, in Dragonstone or Driftmark”, Harwin only nodded

“What about Rhaenys and Corlys?”, you had thought about them too, the Sea Snake, even though weakened by the defeats against the triachy’s fleet, still posed a very intimidating threat 

“They are in Driftmark and from there they control the Gullet”, you whispered, “I don’t know how they are going to take this”

Rhaenys had pushed you once, she had suggested you were the one that should be the heir, and you prayed that was enough for her to stay out of the way

Perhaps you could name her or Corlys your hand

Even though Corlys was your sister’s hand

Fuck

It was too late to back down now, Cregan was waiting, the ravens had been sent, your family was preparing…

It was done 

“I will be there by your side, whatever you choose, every step of the way”, you smiled faintly

“As will we”, you look to the door to find your eldest children there, both of them, Rhaegar and Maekar, ready for the fight

“together”, you said firmly, forbidding your children, and Aemond from participating in taking the city would be useless, you barely convinced Aemond and Aemma to scout the seas by the west, to try and keep them away from the hand to hand conflict 

But you did

You marched to the capital, the Northerners waiting in the Kingswood, your small army behind you, your sons in their dragons, you couldn’t lose, you marched back together towards King’s Landing, decided to take the city, first, by talking, then, if that didn’t work…

You hoped that worked…

You were so focused, so distracted by your family and their wellbeing, that you would have never seen this coming…

As you marched up the hill, from where you could see King’s landing,  you started hearing noises, screams, you ran with Cregan and Harwin by your side, and what you saw from the heights made you gasp

You were not the first one to try and conquer the city

From there you could see burning building, heard soldiers fighting, and behind the walls a great army, bearing the banners of a golden dragon

Aegon

Aegon had come for his throne 

You had begged the gods that he would have escaped to Essos and he was drunk in a pleasure house somewhere, but apparently, he got a taste for power and wanted him back

“This changes nothing”, said Harwin

“This changes everything!”, you cried back 

“No, he is right”, muttered Cregan, “we fell down at the city, the mayhem will make it easier, Aegon might be down there, two birds, one stone, we could end the war today”, he muttered, “we back up the royal soldiers loyal to Rhaenyra”

“The people will suffer”, you whispered, “it brought war within the city walls”, and then you heard it, you saw, from here, that something was happening in the Dragonpit, people were gathering, and… a golden dragon circled the building and then landed right inside….

It wasn’t Syrax, it was bigger….

It was Sunfyre 

Then the decision was taken for you

“Let’s take the city”, you whispered

The gates of the walls surrounding the city were wide open, the city was submerged in chaos, 

The remaining of the traitors of The Vale, of House Royce you gathered, were not competition for the Northerners, you cleaned the streets from any rogue soldier.

You unsheathed your Valyrian Sword yourself, that Daemon once gifted you, as you advance throughout the outer streets of the city

It was mayhem, Stark soldiers, Royal soldiers who you didn’t even know who they were fighting for, men from the Vale… your escort of soldiers got thinner the more you entered the city streets, it reached a point where you even had to grab your sword and swing at a man that came at you. 

At that moment, as the adrenaline took a golf of your body, you didn’t even care if that was the first man you had killed hand to hand, as you were desperate to see Rhaenyra, because something was truly wrong

Rhaenyra stook barely defended, Daemon was dead, and you wondered if Aegon managed to get inside the castle, if he did, with all those soldiers and people within King's Landing that were still loyal to his cause…. Rhaenyra stood little chance

You needed to get to her

Maybe you wanted to depose her, but you didn’t want her dead

After all, she was your sister

It was childish to think that you could pull off taking the capital by force and she was going to be alright, but there was no more time to think about that 

It was too late, and for better or worse, Aegon had made that decision for you 

“I have to make way for the Dragonpit”, you informed the man by your side, and they understood 

But that is where the thick of the conflict was, you soon learned when you got stopped by groups of soldiers that wanted to stop everyone who went in that directions

It was chaos

Even people from King’s Landing had taken to the streets to fight, you weren’t sure if Rhaenyra’s reign, or Aegon’s conquest.

Either way, your now small group was being swamped by soldiers on all sides, that cornered you. 

You were side to side with Cregan and Harwin, your sons and other ten northerner soldiers were in your same group, as you put back to back to fight off the soldiers that seemed to come from all the streets to the intersection you were in

“We are trapped!” growled Harwin, as he took out a soldier that came too close

“The army is close behind us, they should be here any minute!”, growled Cregan

Your numbers were diminishing, as your territory, as the enemy soldiers with painted golden dragon in their chest shouted obscenities about delivering your head to Aegon Targaryen

You heard Maekar scream, you looked back for only a second to see that he had been cut by a soldier, you whined, but he stood standing, the blade barely grazing his side.

“Maekar!”, you called

“Hold your positions!”, screamed Cregan, as you were tightly surrounded 

There was a second, a whole moment, in which you could hear nothing but your own breaths, a deathly silence, as you were trapped without a possibility to fight your way through or scape 

“it’s over”, you whined 

The growl that shook the capital rivaled the one of hundreds of soldiers that came rushing into the street, you looked down the street as a huge group of Tyrell soldiers led by Steffon himself, attacked the men that surrounded you and attacked them on the rear, while your dragon flew above you, restless, the only thing that prevent her to burn everything to the ground was you

You took a long breath as Steffon opened up a way for you to feel relieved, as you kept slaying soldiers, enemies 

Now all the houses, their armies, everyone supporting a different King or Queen, everyone had come to a huge breaking point

“You have to go to the Pit!”, you heard Steffon scream, after finally clearing the way for you to go trough 

You grabbed Maekar, wanting to check his wound, it was not too deep, and Maekar, grabbed you back, promising you he was alright, you only had to look at Harwin once and he nodded, silently promising to keep your son safe. 

Something was happening in the Dragonpit, and you had to find out what.

Steffon led the way, with a small army behind him to clear the way, and you advanced with your family right behind you

The adrenaline held a tight grip on your body, but you still walk hastily towards what it looked like the goal, 

Soon the street ended and you came face to face to the long steps leading to the greatest building of the capital and perhaps Westeros

Soldiers fighting for their lives, and from different armies were scattered all over the stairs, fighting their own battles, the banners and the heavy guards suggested that Aegon was here, and you got scared of the reason behind it.

Inside the building you could hear the dragons growling, and even dead bodies of civilians were also scattered, hinting at you as a civil rebellion had taken place 

Your breathing quickened as the beating of your heart as you almost ran towards the huge gates, something was going on

Something terrible

Something heartbreaking

Tears fell down your cheeks as you ran, Cregan by your side

Vhaelar circling the skies over the huge building, uneasy, you could feel her distress as she felt yours 

It was the longest walk you had ever taken, and then, finally, the last guards had been stroked down before you, just to let you pass

“Whatever it is, you will have supporters behind you”, murmured Cregan right behind you, “I will gather the forces, put some order”, you only nodded.

Only when you entered the Pit, and hid under that huge your roof, your eyes were able to adapt to the darkness of the palace, leaving the sunny day behind you 

And you could

You wished you didn’t

The smell of burnt flesh hit your nostrils just as the flames were clearing a pile of something you didn’t recognize, perhaps you didn’t want to, denial hitting you faster that you wanted…

You gasped, tears falling from your eyes

The crown of Jahaerys was lying on the floor, just by…

The laugh of Aegon shook you to your core

“The old cunt is dead!”, he laughed you looked up to face him, a sickening smile on his face as your eyes returned to the burning rests of your sister

A curling scream left your lips that resounded all over the building 

Your sister was dead

“You missed the show!”, he continued, his body deformed and burned, as Rhaenys left him, but now, there was a madness in his eyes. Sunfyre was behind him, his mouth, its teeth, were red, his eyes were on you, and then, right behind you 

You heard a loud noise, and a low growl, as you felt Vhaelar entering the keep right behind you

It was just Aegon and you

Vhaelar against Sunfyre

“You are next”, Aegon mocked, pointing at you with the conqueror’s sword, but you barely reacted, you felt numb, you felt nothing, a void and then… the pit that had installed inside of you was filled with rage, a rage that burnt you so deeply, you saw red

Red

Blood

Fire

Fire and Blood

As if someone signaled for it, you grabbed your sword tightly in your hand and let out a screamed, as Vhaelar growled menacingly

Vhaelar knew it was Sunfyre that killed her baby, Aegon had killed Rhaenyra, they both needed to die as well 

Soldiers and lords were posted on the sides, but they didn’t dare to intervene.

The clash of swords ringed in your ears

You knew Aegon haven't practiced in years, neither did you, but he was slowed down by his injuries, and you were always quicker on your feet 

Flames flied over you as your dragons tried to bit each other, with brutality, a fight to the death

You were quicker than him, quicker than Aegon, rapidly overpowering him

“WHAT ARE YOU WAITING FOR?”, he screamed towards the guard, “KILL THE BITCH!”, as he couldn’t win fair and square

Vhaelar was quicker, incinerating all the soldiers that dare came close to you both, and the rest of them decided to stand back, knowing they were now on the losing side 

“I’m going to take your head, and after you are gone, I’m going to claim your dragon, the fiercest dragon after Balerion”, you couldn’t help but laugh, rage overpowering 

“You could never claim her”, you mocked, “not in a hundred years”, you kicked him, the sword of Aegon the Conqueror flying from his hand, now he was defenseless 

Now, it was truly over 

Vhaelar managed to burn Sunfyre, just to distract him enough to wrap around his huge jaws over his head

With a last scream, the last thing you heard was a hunting sound, as thousand pieces of dry woods were being crushed

You looked up just to witness the light go out of Sunfyre’s eyes, Vhaelar used one of her claws, to separate her body from the head she still had between her jaws, successfully decapitating the most beautiful dragon the world had ever seen

But as she did, dark, boiling blood started pouring, right over you 

You closed your eyes and used your arms to protect yourself, as a thick rain of black blood fell all over you. Dragon’s blood ran hot, so hot it was said it could melt stone and iron, the thickness of it made you fall to your knees, while you thought the adrenaline was keeping you from feeling the heat…

Aegon wide-eyed, look at the remains of his beloved dragon Sunfyre, he then looked at you, who had been bathed in boiling black blood, his dragon’s blood, you were not going to survive that

His attention was drawn again to Vhaelar, who dropped the head of his dragon, making a wet sound ricochet all over the pit 

“Sõbes!”, he commanded, Vhaelar growled loudly to the ceiling, and then she looked down at him, with anger in her golden eyes. Blackness falling from her mouth, the color making the white of her scales looked devilish. Aegon lost his foot, now scared, he raised his hand to try and command the dragon, “Sõbes!”, he repeated, Vhaelar tilted her head looking at him in wonder. Aegon smiled wickedly, the great beast finally submitting, or that is what he thought

In a second Vhaelar opened her jaws and closed back, biting Aegon’s arm

Aegon screamed bloody murder, as Vhaelar growled, having him by the arm, she twisted and turned, raising Aegon’s body in the air, to then drop him on the ground, he cried and turned, but relieved that the dragon had released him, but only to finish him off

You managed to raise your head, only to see Aegon being engulfed by the flames of Vhaelar

You took a long breath as the smell of burned flesh reached your nostrils 

You didn’t even know how you were alive

The dragon blood was boiling, it should have burned your skin, melt the flesh off your bones, but it didn’t, you looked at your hands, your armor was hot, the leather wanted to melt as well, but your skin was untouched, only tainted with the black, thick liquid

You stood up

To everyone who looked at you, you looked demonic 

your silver strand was tainted, as your silver armor.

Your family, Harwin, Maekar, Rhaegar, Aemond and Aemma, Cregan, and all the Lords of the great families that were in the capital saw you.

Walking out of the pit, still black blood dripping from you, the sword of the conqueror in your hand, and the crown of Jahaerys in the other 

The conciliator, and the Conqueror

Both the greatest rules

You were covered in blood

Dragon blood

Smoke rose from behind you as the Lords looked at you wide eyed

Vhaelar appeared behind you, roaring loudly 

 Fire and Blood

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Game of Thrones/House of the Dragon OC Masterlist

(Will update whenever I add new characters!!!)

Game of Thrones

Alistair Dormaire

Nadya Dormaire

Victyr Dormaire

Erwyn Dormaire (Waters)

Ryen Dormaire

Jenny Storm

Elinor Hightower

House of the Dragon

Kaleb Dormaire

Tristan Dormaire (Snow)

Therese Targaryen (Snow)

Brandon Waters

Rhaedaera Velaryon

Baelon Blount

Aeriana Blount

Sarra Mormont

Adrian Blackberry

Gawen Arryn

Alyssa Dormaire Locke

Game of Thrones (Next Gen)

Ren Stark

Lena Stark Arryn

Joanna Lannister

Jaime Lannister (Waters)

Robb I Stark

Talisa Stark Tully

Margaery Stark Baratheon

Theon Stark

Edwyrd Stark

Lyanna Stark Hightower

Game of Thrones (ATRF Next Gen Side Characters)

Jeyne Dormaire

Celda Greyjoy (Pyke)

Rohanne Blackwater

Alysanne Targaryen

Edmund Tully

Edric Baratheon

Erryck Tarly

Allyria Martell

Aemma Corbray

Gwayne Hightower

Rhaella Targaryen

Game of Thrones (A War of Two Queens Side Characters)

Alayne Dustin

Jeyne Payne

Denyse Redwyne

Aemma Flowers

Genna Westerling

Old Valyria AU

Saelvyia Maegar

Naevaya Maegar

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18 - Dealing with House Frey

Part 19

The Last Velaryon

Tag list @rise-my-angel @cdragons @kmc1989 @starkleila

Leaning my back against a tree I stood guard outside the maesters tent set up in our camp while Chezney went in searching for the ingredients needed for a tea that could abort a baby.  I didn’t wish to do anything to the babe in my belly if I was wrong in thinking it was Jaime’s.  So we needed this to be our last stitch backup plan just in case.  “Are all the ingredients there?  I’m not sure how much longer we have before the maester returns.” 

“I’m doing my best, Hael.  There’s far more different teas in here than I thought they’d be.  If I give you the wrong one it could possibly kill you.” She shouted as quietly as she could but enough where I could hear her. 

Wrapping my arms around myself tightly I spoke back to my best friend. “I know you’re not a maester but I still have faith in you.” 

“I appreciate it.  Now keep watch so we’re not caught.” Chezney warned me from inside the tent. 

Hearing footsteps approaching me from behind I saw hands cover my eyes before I could get a glance at whoever was behind me. “Who do you think it is?” 

“Tyrion?” I joked recognizing the thick northern accent so easily the second he spoke. 

Robb lowered his hands, spinning me around where my hands landed on the chest plates of his armor. “He only wishes, Hael.  What are you doing out here?” 

“Chezney wasn’t feeling good so I told her the Maester might have something to help her.  I’m simply waiting for her to find what she needs.” 

Robb tilted his head. “You could’ve told me.  I just saw the Maester tending to some wounds from the battle the other day.” 

“I didn’t wish to bother you.  You have far enough on your plate as is.” I sent him a sympathetic smile. 

He raised his right hand placing it on the side of my face.  “Never worry about asking me for anything.  You’re my Queen.  I’ll give you whatever you want, just say the word.” 

“Thank you.” I leaned up on my toes bringing my lips up onto his.  Robb deepened the kiss tilting the side of my face upward in his palm. 

Chezney suddenly poked her head out into the area not seeing Robb standing there at first. “Haelesa, I found the moon te - medicine I needed for my stomach ache.  Hi Robb.” 

“Chezney, I hope the medicine ails your pain.” He nodded at her. 

“Your grace.” A stark guard bowed to the wolf. 

The three of us turned our attention to the guard who handed him a sealed piece of paper quickly leaving us alone.  He unfolded the scroll reading it out loud. “House Frey, requests your presence at his castle Lord Stark.  You and your foreign wife.  If you refuse you will no longer have my permission to use my crossing.” 

“Then we must go otherwise we’ll never get closer to my family home or Kings Landing.” I touched his forearm and he nodded in agreement. 

By the time we had reached Frey castle the sun was nearing sunset over the crossing waters.  We were escorted into a large open throne room where Walder Frey sat at the center.  He was an elderly man glaring at me and Robb until we stopped walking. “My honored guests... be welcome within my walls and at my table.  I extend to you my hospitality and protection in the light of the Seven.” 

“We thank you for your hospitality, my lord.  I have come to make my apologies, my lord, and to beg your forgiveness.” Robb responded to the man of the House. 

Lord Frey turned his head with many young girls entering the room, groups standing on separate corners of the room. “Don't beg my forgiveness, Your Grace.  It wasn't me you spurned. It was my girls.” 

Muttering under my breath I heard Chezney gasp counting off the number quietly. “That makes eleven girls.  Four different mothers and the newest one being the fifth.” 

“One of them was supposed to be queen.  Now none of them are.  This is Arwyen my daughter.  My daughter Walda, my daughter Derwa, my daughter Waldra.  My eldest granddaughters Ginia and Neila. Serra and Sarra, granddaughters, twins. You could have had either.  Could have had both for all I care.  My granddaughter Marianne.  My granddaughter Freya.” The old man listed off his many daughters and apparently granddaughters until he reached the second to last one. “My granddaughter...Wertha.  Waldra.  Waldina.” 

The young blonde girl corrected her grandfather, meeting my gaze. “I'm Merry.”

“Fine.  And here's my youngest daughter Shirei, though she hasn't bled yet.  Clearly you don't have the patience for all that.” The lord rolled his eyes at her, glancing back at the young wolf. 

Chezney leaned closer to me whispering. “Would he really have wed Shirei off to him so young?” 

“I wouldn’t put it past him.  Considering he’s gone through four different girls that fast.” I whispered back in response. 

“My ladies.  All men should keep their word, kings most of all.  I was pledged to marry one of you and I broke that vow.  The fault is not with you.  Any man would be lucky to have any one of you.  I did what I did not to slight you, but because I loved another.” Robb began giving an apology to the room of noble ladies and their lord, sparing me a glance over his shoulder when he declared his love for me.  “I know these words cannot set right the wrong I have done to you and your house.  I beg your forgiveness and pledge to do all I can to make amends so the Freys of the Crossing and the Starks of Winterfell may once again be friends.” 

Walder nodded simply. “Very good.”  

“My lord, may I say something before you?” Playing with the clasp of my northern cloak with the Velaryon sigil stitched into the back of it when he didn’t refuse me.  Stepping up around Robb who had taken some steps backwards I didn’t move my gaze from the elderly lord. “I know that the position any of you young women are in is not of your choosing.  I have taken the opportunity away from you to marry a great man and for that I do apologize.  In return I’d like to offer something else.  I’d like to offer some of you the chance to marry a young noble lord among eight bannermen of house Stark or of House Velaryon.” 

“Haelesa.” Robb gasped in a warning tone but didn’t move to interrupt me. 

Clasping my hands together in front of my gown I sighed seeing some of the girls' faces light up when I spoke my next words. “Lord Frey,  I’d like to propose a way to bring the Stark’s and Freys back together as friends.  With your permission I’d like to offer your daughters and granddaughters the opportunity for them to get to choose the men they marry.” 

“Lady Stark, I wish to speak with you privately now!” Robb strided forward grabbing my wrist dragging me out of the room causing everyone to stare and watch silently.  I didn’t know what to say as he dragged me into the nearest empty room of the castle slamming the door behind me where I knew I was somehow in trouble with the wolf of the North. 

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The way Cregan and Alysanne's first daughter's name is called SARRA which suspiciously looks SARA with an extra "R", for me it is proof enough that she exists and that Cregan loved her very much imo

Yeah, I agree.

Also the first two Cregan/Black Aly daughters are there to make us think of Sansa, and the last two daughters to makes us think of Arya:

Sarra - As you said this is Sara with an extra R. Also remember that in the same book GRRM named a character Sansara.

Alys - Reminds us of Alysanne, which is close to Alayne, Sansa's bastard disguise name.

Raya - Arya anagram

Mariah - MAriah = Arya

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Velaena Velaryon of House Velaryon, rider of the dragon Sapphirine. The second child and only daughter of Queen Rhaenyra Targaryen and Harwin Strong Laenor Velaryon, she was the twin to Prince Jacaerys Velaryon and elder sister to Lucerys and Joffery Velaryon.  She was half-sister to King Aegon III Targaryen and King Viserys II Targaryen. She would survive the Dance of Dragons along with her dragon Sapphirine.  She would wed Lord Cregan Stark, to whom she would give four daughters; Sarra, Alys, Raya, and Mariah Stark. She would be called the Snow Dragon by those who remembered her, a woman who chose to sacrifice unto the cold northern climes her own happiness for the life of her family.  Forgotten by history, her name ended by her marriage to Lord Stark, she became little more than a footnote in the annals of the Targaryen Dynasty.  For her part in the Dance, however, the North remembers.  She was, and would forever be, the best loved of the Lord Starks wives; a gentle, thoughtful soul who burned Bright through the Winter of Widows, and who passed that Fire unto her daughters.

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New Chapter: A Tale of Wolves and Dragons

Rated: M

Warnings: Eventual Age Gap, Canon Typical Violence

Summary: When her twin went north to join the Nights Watch, Sarra Snow knew she only had one choice. She would have to go south with Lord Stark to the Capital.

Pulling threads and pushing boundaries brings to light truths that may have been better off lost to time. Many paths lay before her. She must make the right choices for herself, for her kin, and maybe even for the realm.

Sarra ponders her path and the repercussions her choices may have.

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“Interesting place for a feast.”

Sarra looked up and the dwarf she had seen before was standing not far from where she had taken her seat. She shrugged. “Figured I’d stay out of the way like this,” she stated.

“A lady such as yourself?” he asked with a slight raise of his eyebrow. “Shouldn’t you be in there?”

Sarra snorted. “I’m no lady, my lord,” she replied and looked him up and down. “I’m Sarra Snow. The other bastard of Winterfell.”

“And I’m Tyrion Lannister. The only dwarf of Casterly Rock,” he stated and sat beside her. “What has you hiding up here?”

“Not hiding, just having my supper where it’s quiet,” she replied. “Why does everyone assume I’m hiding all the time?”

“If I were a betting man I would have bet a member of the household would be at the feast,” he replied. “And yet here you are.”

“Here I am,” she said, taking another drink of the wine. “Lady Stark didn’t wish for us to attend. And I figure obeying her is easier than defying her when we have such distinguished guests about.”

“She does seem a stern woman,” he remarked.

“Not quite the words I’d use, but I suppose,” she said and shook her head.