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    Lyarra Snow has spent her life in the shadow of Winterfell.

    Bastard-born and marked by strange purple eyes, she's always known she belongs to House Stark only by sufferance. Lady Catelyn’s coldness, rumors of a lost Dornish mother, and the ache of being almost, but never truly, one of Ned Stark’s children have shaped her into a girl desperate for place, purpose and the home she fears she can never fully claim.

    When Lord Eddard rides south and tragedy strikes Winterfell, Lyarra steps into duties no one expected of her. Beside Robb Stark, she helps hold the castle together, counsels him, and becomes close to the lady she always dreamed of being.

    But power is never clean, and neither is love. As Robb calls the banners, the bond between them deepens into a secret neither duty nor shame can untangle. Lyarra rides with him as counselor, sister, lover, and would-be lady, determined to help him save their father and sisters from the lions’ claws.

    Yet war awakens more than ambition. Wolf dreams, crows, dead kings, and dragonfire haunt her sleep, while old secrets stir.

    Lyarra Snow wants Winterfell.

    The gods may have made her for something far more dangerous.

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    07 Jun 2026

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    [I am shooting for weekly updates!]

    Like many people after watching the ending of Good Omens, I ended up wanting to change some things. Not because I hated the characters, but because I loved them enough to imagine something different: a story where Crowley learns how to love life and humanity after Aziraphale leaves, where Heaven and Hell begin unraveling under the weight of their own systems, and where old characters return alongside new ones trying to figure out what freedom actually means. Jesus wanders modern-day New York frustrated that humanity no longer blindly follows anyone claiming divine authority, Gabriel and Beelzebub disappear somewhere among the stars, and Crowley and Aziraphale are forced to confront the one miracle neither side ever truly understood: love itself.

    This is very much a long-form character-driven story. There will be old favorites returning, new dynamics forming, and probably an unhealthy amount of yearning. So if you’re here for a slower burn rewrite/fix-it with heartbreak, humor, existential crises, and eventually hope, welcome! Please hold still while I find the time to update. Thank you so much! I hope you like what I have to offer during these times. :)

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    25 May 2026

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    "The crown suits you, you know," said Ser Duncan over the cacophony, bringing Baelor back to himself. "Makes you look... you know. Kingly. Which I suppose makes sense, seeing as how you're the king now." A look of anguish crossed his face. "Oh, hells, I shouldn't be calling you 'you,' should I? It's 'Your Grace.' Please don't take—"

    Baelor resisted the urge to rest his hand against the lad's back, as one might soothe a skittish horse. "No offense was taken, ser."

    "Thank you," Ser Duncan said, then immediately amended, "thank Your Grace...ness. Seven fucks, I'm getting another drink." And he whirled away into the throng before Baelor could say a word.


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    25 May 2026