When Lyarra Stark was born she was first known, not for her cries, but for her laughter. In the years following, she grew to have a heart as gentle as snow. She even found herself being kind towards the Greyjoy boy who never seemed to deserve her warmth. When her father is made Hand of the King, she is brought to King's Landing alongside her sisters and handmaiden, Roslin. However, power is fickle. The wheel is never steady as it turns, many are bound to fall from it's favor. -- How long will it be before we meet again, my friend? She asked the tree as her hand glided along the carved features of its face. How long until we are both old and gray? Weirwoods could survive anything, if left untouched, she wondered if the same would happen to her. Perhaps she could vow herself to the tree, make herself a bride of the forest. For once, she was using the Godswood for its purpose, contemplation. Lyarra laughed, Roslin would be proud of her. -- Started : 1/27/2024 Completed : N/A