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    Charaphenelia Stark laughed and giggled as she flailed her sword about, clashing the metal with her little sister, Arya, as they both fought playfully. Neither of them hit too hard, of course, or aimed their swords at anything other than the other's sword.

    Arya turned and ran, and Chara gave chase, calling after her sister.

    "Arya! Fight like a real swordsmen!" She laughed, catching up in no time. They spent some time running around things like carts and other people, even winding their way through one of the buildings.

    Coming up on the courtyard, they ran into their older brothers, Robert and Jon. Arya ran into Robert, and Chara ran into Jon. The two young men reacted by grabbing their little sisters' shoulders to steady them, both shaking their heads at the two.

    "Arya! Chara!" A familiar voice called. It was their youngest brother, Rickon, chasing after them, his own wooden sword in his grasp.

    Taliya watched from one of the walls, her dark grey eyes watching her sister’s closely, Sansa on her arm chatting about the newest dresses she received.

    She was quiet; more so than her brothers and sisters, and seemed to appreciate the north far more than Sansa ever did. “Chara! Arya!” She called from the battlements. “Ladies do not play with swords!” She called sternly. Making her way down the steps, having released Sansa and tugged her gown up slightly as she made her way down.


    “Especially when the king and queen are here,” She scolded, sounding every bit like their mother. “And you two!” She turned her scolding to her elder brothers. “You should not be encouraging them.” Her burling black wolf bounding down the stairs after her, ever the faithful protector. He was young still, and hadn’t yet grown into his large ears but he had outgrown even Grey Wind about a week ago.

    Chara grinned at her twin sister. Though they were exactly the same age-give or take a couple minutes-her sister was more the motherly type of the two. Her and Sansa were more alike whereas Chara and Arya were more alike.

    But she loved all of her siblings-all six of them. It was true she could learn a few things about being a Lady from her two sisters, but she much preferred to be one of the boys. She loved play fighting and going about the grouns with her belove Direwolf, Shadow.

    Thinking of Shadow, she looked around to see where he was. He rarely ever left her side, just as Arya rarely ever went anywhere without Nimeria.

    Actually, none of the Stark children went very far without their wolves. Even Jon, their half brother, had one; Ghost. He was beautiful, with his pure white fur.

    But of course Chara loved Shadow's pure black fur more. It was perfect for sneaking around at night with her. She often would hide behind him so as not to get caught.

    She spotted the two wolves she was looking for lying down on the hay laid about, watching them.

    Noticing her attention, Shadow immediately stood, trotting over to her side.

    "Taliya!" She called cheerily, "We're just having fun. Besides, the royal family isn't even here yet. We would know if they were because Sansa would be swooning over the little prince right now instead of stuck to your side. Though I expect they'll be here soon, and father will no doubt have us waiting at the gates for them."

    She couldn't help but to roll her eyes at that, because she knew it was true.


    "Aye, that he will." Robert agreed, patting Arya's head before pushing her towards Taliya, "That means you two should go and dress properly before their arrival. You think Taliya is jumpin' down yer throats, wait til mum catches you in those trousers on such a day."


    "With real swords, no less." Jon added, confiscating Chara's as she glared at him. He only laughed, "Come now, yer almost of age to marry. No husband is gonna want a wife that wears nothin' but trousers and fights with swords."


    Chara glared even harder, resisting the urge to stomp her foot, "Who says I'm gonna marry?! I don't need no husband! Especially one who would take away my trousers and sword. I'll just have Shadow take care of anyone that tries."


    "Yeah!" Arya agreed, "Nimeria won't stand to have any other man but father bossing me around."

    “You shouldn’t say such things,” Taliya continued sternly. “You’re both ladies and stomping around smelling like a man won’t change that,” She sassed, her nose curling slightly. Her arms crossed over her chest, adding to her presence. A year or two ago Taliya might have joined them, but after a rather serious talk with their father she seemed different.

    Sansa was behind Taliya, her light blue eyes flicking between all of her siblings before landing on Arya. The smug look on her pretty face unmissable. “Come on, we’ll have time to have fun later. Right now, we should be getting washed up and ready for the arrival of the king.” Taliya continued, a soft and warm smiling replacing her icy gaze.

    Chara sighed, nodding to Arya, who reluctantly gave up her sword to Robert, who chuckled at them both.

    "You know," Chara said as she closed the distance between her other two sisters, "it's ok to have fun sometimes. We don't all have to be such proper Ladies. You and Sansa are enough as it is. And mother. You two can bare children and get married, and Arya and I will protect your perfect little families with our amazing skills!"

    She and Arya high-fived at that, but out of nowhere, the two girls were lifted into the air, squealing from surprise as laughter filled their ears.

    "How're ye suppose to protect their families if you can't even protect yourselves?" Jon laughed in Chara's ear, holding her up by her waist and stomach, placing her on his hip as he began carrying her. Robert did the same with Arya as they began carrying the two inside.

    "You're too slow." Robert said, "Taliya, I'm sure you'll see they're properly washed and dressed for today's events. And don't forget to do somethin' with their hair." He laughed.


    "Ya know," Jon added, grinning down at his half sister, "you two would be pretty and could have any boy at yer feet, if only you'd at least do something with yer hair."

    "Piss off!" Chara grumbled as she tried freeing herself from the boy's grasp. Going upstairs while being carried on the hip of someone was not a pleasant experience.

    Glancing back, she searched for anyone that might help. Shadow was following after them, but he would be no use. He wouldn't hurt any of her family members, rarely even messed with them.

    She huffed in defeat, "I am perfectly capable of walking myself you know!"

    Taliya shook her head and laughed, they’d have to something with their hair indeed. Turning to Rickon, Taliya quirked a brow. “And you! Let’s get you in the bath!! You stink!” She exclaimed playfully, scooping her little brother up playfully.

    As Jon and Robb carried their sisters off, Taliya was happy to wrestle six year old Rickon into a bath. “Sansa! See to it that there’s a bath drawn for Rickon!” She called, watching Sansa scurry off. Rickon wrestled with his sister to escape her grip. “I took a bath three days ago!” He argued as best he could. “And you’re filthy! I can’t even see your face behind all that mud and dust!” Taliya teased.


    “Come on, no arguments-“ it would seem Shaggy Dog thought Rickon was in danger because he rushed forward and tugged on Taliya’s dress. “No! Bad dog!” She scolded, pushing the wolf pup off, only for Black Bear to bare his teeth at Shaggy Dog aggressively. “Down,” She commanded, her wolf giving her a questionable glance before huffing and a standing down. “If Shaggy keeps biting he will have to be tied up Rickon.” She warned before following after her brothers and sisters, holding Rickon’s hand to keep him from running off.

    "We demand freedom!" Chara called, her voice echoing down the hall followed by the laughter of her two older brothers.

    "You know, you two will eventually have to grow up." Robb said as he carried Arya. Chara saw the pointed look he gve her younger sister, and glared.

    "You leave her alone! She can be a kid for as long as she likes! I'll become so strong and fierce, no one will want to mess with any of the Starks for fear of my retaliation! Meaning she can do and be whatever she pleases!"

    "Big talk for such a small girl." Jon teased.

    "Shadow!" Chara called. The wolf sped up his pace so he was right beside her, but didn't do anymore than growl. Chara let out another huff at that, glaring at him too, "You're useless against these primitive savages."

    "Hey, who you callin' a savage missy?" Robb asked as he came upon a door that had both Chara and Arya stuggling even more.

    Opening it, the two boys tossed their sisters in. Not hard, of course, and making sure they landed on their feet as they grinned and laughed at their two pissed off little sisters.

    "Have fun! And be ready!" Robb called as they closed the door behind them.

    As Sansa returned, Taliya passed Rickon off to an old nurse and gave Sansa permission to go get ready. Knocking on the door, Taliya allowed herself entrance to the room housing Chara and Arya. Immediately, Black Bear greeted his brother Shadow with a playful bark. Taliya chuckled warmly, before looking at both her sisters. “You’re lucky mum didn’t find you. She’d have your heads!” She laughed heartily.

    Arya stuck out her tongue at her older sister, crossing her arms over her chest and pouting.

    Seeing the fun was over and that it was time to get serious, she knew Arya always tended to follow her lead, like Sansa followed Taliya.

    Ruffling her already mess of hair, Chara grinned down at her little sister, "Come now, you know she's only doing what's best for us. She is right, you know. Mum would've thrown us over her shoulders herself to get us here. Better it be our loving siblings than her. Don't worry, once they leave, we'll have a little celebration and have all the fun we want! A few days, tops. What do you say?"

    Arya glanced between her two older sisters. Sighing, she nodded and turned towards one of the tubs, stripping for the bath.

    Chara smiled at her twin before stripping for her own bath in the second tub in the room.

    Once fully submerged, she began scrubbing at her skin. She had just taken a bath yesterday, not that she would let any of her siblings know about her obsession with hygiene. Sure, she'll play around in the mud and dirt, but she needed to be clean.

    She knew that in battles and war, hygiene was essential in order to avoid infection. That was one way she refused to go.

    Imagine, surviving horrible wounds, only to be brought down by an infection. Nope, not her.

    "Happy?" She asked her twin as she drenched her head, messaging soap into it.

    “Very,” Taliya laughed, settling between her sisters to help wash Arya’s hair. “And as long as you behave perhaps I can talk to father about a few lessons,” She offered gently, a peace offering for both her sisters.

    Her long, dark auburn hair was braided back and tied into a type bun. Both Chara and Sansa were beautiful both in their own rights, and Arya had all the wild beauty of the North. “Just remember to be polite,”

    "Yeah Arya." Chara teased, rinsing her hair and running her fingers through its length to get some of the tangles out.

    "I think I'll keep my hair down, it looks much better that way. I can't stand having it all piled on the top of my head anyways..."

    Once finished with her hair, she went on to scrubbing her skin. She didn't have to scrub hard, thankfully. She didn't have much dirt on her from today, they mostly just ran around rather than rolling on the ground.

    "So, what do you suggest we wear, dear sister?" She asked as she scrubbed, "Any dress in particular for this... Special occasion?"

    Shadow lifted his head from where he lay by the door, giving a huff, which she chuckled at. That wolf always seemed to know when she was being sarcastic and always managed to respond in some way.

    “There’s that lovely blue dress I made a few months ago you could wear,” She exclaimed. “It compliments your eyes so well, and I beliebe mother wanted Arya to wear her green dress but..” Taliya seemed to think as she washed Arya’s hair. “If you wear a cloak, you’re free to wear something comfortable. No trousers though.” She compromised. “And you have to let me do you hair.”

    Chara nodded, thinking about the blue dress she had only worn maybe once. It complimented her womanly figure. She may not be much of a Lady, but she did not lack in showing she was indeed female, if given the right clothes.

    "I think Arya would look darling in that green dress." She grinned at her little sister, "She'll wear it. If I have to play dress up, then so do you missy."

    Arya stuck her tongue out at Chara for that one, but grudgingly nodded in agreement to wearing the silly gown she had somewhere hidden in her room in attempts to keep her sisters and mother from making her wear it.

    Taliya laughed pouring cool water over Arya’s head. “Now that it’s settled, let’s get you dried off and presentable.” She chimed happily, standing up and smiling. “Have either of you seen Bran today?” She asked as she moved about the room to retrieve towels for her sisters. “He wasn’t down playing with you was he?” She questioned wondering if she had missed her younger brother in the fray. She certainly hadn’t seen Summer.

    Both girls shook their heads, glancing at each other. Arya shrugged as Chara offered an answer.

    "He's probably climbing the tower again. You know how he loves climbing that thing, no matter how many times mum tells him not to. You want me and Shadow to go find him before I get into my fancy dress?"

    Now completely clean, she stepped out of the tub, taking a towel from Taliya and drying herself off, along with wringing her hair of the rest of the water that still clung to it.

    Taliya seemed to think for a moment. “No mother will find him,” She commented. “Besides, the boys don’t have to get ready,” she replied somewhat bitterly as she began combing Arya’s knotted hair and tying it into a lovely braided bun. “There ya go. You look lovely, I’m done torturing you. Go get dressed,” she ordered her younger sister about.

    “I wanted to wear a black dress but mother things it’ll look like I’m mourning,” She complained, “So we compromised on gray,” Taliya told Chara.

    Chara chuckled as Arya scampered off after covering herself. Pulling her hair over her shoulder, she began to comb out the long strands, "I wish mother would make me black garments. Maybe I would actually wear dresses if I was allowed to wear black and red instead of bright colors like gold, blue, and green. No offense! I love the blue dress you made for me, it matches my eyes perfectly and shows off my curves. It's just, black and red are my favorite colors. But mother won't let me wear them because they're 'un-Lady like colors'."

    “I wouldn’t consider them unlady like,” Taliya responded honestly. “Red is a statement color though, I heard the queen wears plenty of it. If mother considers her unlady like I’d die trying to meet her standards,” She responded playfully. “Black is just so dark and broody, as much as I like it there is a time and place for it.”

    Chara made a disapproving sound, "In this day and age, black seems to be the perfect color for every occasion. After all, it seems like anywhere you go, there's death. Anyways, I heard mother doesn't care for the queen and never has. Maybe that's why she's so against me wearing red."

    Covering herself, she offered her arm to her sister, "Shall we? I need to go to my room to get that dress, and I think I'll need your help getting into it."

    “Sounds good to me,” She chimed happily, taking Chara’s arm. “I heard the queen’s brother is quite handsome. Maybe mother likes him more.” She teased, “Come Black Bear,” she called her loyal wolf, who stood almost instantly and walked after his master.