Layarah Targaryen. She lived in the North for her own safety after her father and mother died and the end of her family reign. Her time in the North wasn't pleasant. Terrible of thing have happened to the girl which she tried to forget but she could...
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Layarah's purple eyes fluttered open. She let out a quiet yawn as her dark hair was scattered on the rough yellow pillow . She rolled over again, closing her eyes once again before her door opened and a body jumped on her causing her to groan since she already knew who jumped onto her .
Arya Stark. The youngest daughter of Eddard and Catelyn Stark. The young girl had seen Layarah as her older sister rather than her actual sister Sansa Stark. The young Stark smiled at Layraha, who moved over on her small bed to make some room. Arya had made herself comfortable on the small bed .
"Father said you can take me out riding today." Arya spoke as her light blue eyes were wide with glee . Arya has taken the dark features of her parents. Her hair was dark, a shade of dark brown with rough skin. 'No skin for a lady' her mother said.
"Are you lying to me again?" Layarah asked sternly since Arya had tricked her before causing Layarah to be punished by Lady Stark.
Arya shook her head eagerly . She placed her tiny fingers on her heart, as her lips curled into a slight smirk. Layarah raised a brow to detect if she was lying which she started to get better at. She let out a loud sigh causing the young Stark to giggle before hugging onto Layarah.
"Let me get dressed first, Arya." Layarah said and Arya nodded before running out the room . The young Targaryen chuckled before rising from her bed to shut the door . As she shut the door she turned around and started walking to the window . She pulled the dark red velvet curtains to the side to see snow everywhere. Men were working but her eyes lingered on a certain man. Theon GreyJoy . Layarah had grown to have a crush on the young lad since she was 14 . But never acted on her feelings. Theon was the son of Balon Greyjoy. His father had sent him to Winterfell as a ward when he was just a boy since his father had lost the rebellion against the Iron Throne but Theon had always been so defensive when Layraha asked .
Layarah has tried to admit her feelings for Theon but the diddy brunette couldn't take a hint.
The young girl sighed before closing the curtains . She turned around seeing maids come into her room choosing her dress causing Layarah to furrow her eyebrows in annoyance . Lady Catelyn had told the ladies to choose gowns for the girl since she was just 10. Layarah had fought with Lady Stark about but she was always shunned and quieted . Ned had promised her that he would try and control his wife since he viewed her as his very own. Even if they aren't blood yet Lady Stark still was able to lecture and punish the girl. Layarah had no grudge to Lord Stark since he had been a father to her so she loved him as one nonetheless .
"Get out." Layarah said as she formed her hand into a fist. The ladies stopped and glanced at her before continuing doing what they were told. Layarah knew she had no power to tell them what to do which made her feel like a lady without a purpose . The lady grabbed her arm forcing her to stand on the podium as she unlaced Layarah undergarments, leaving her naked. Layarah felt uncomfortable since she was perfectly fine with getting dressed herself . Another lady joined, forcing Layarah arms up, placing it up in the air to the side.
