Sun's Dawn, 282 AL in King's Landing, Westeros

Lysa looked down at her daughter with her hand gripping the railing of the crib tightly. She had failed giving her Lord husband an heir that Lord Arryn would be proud off. Lysa hadn't given the girl a name yet. The babe had her Tully blue eyes and Arryn's blonde hair. Grand Maester Pycelle informed her that the twins she was carrying one would not survive. Her little son; her Petyr, was born dead but her daughter was breathing.

"My Lady," Lysa looked at her husband with grieving eyes. "May I have a moment with my child. Write to your sister. Ask for advice as I hear that she too suffered through her second son's early passing."

Lysa bowed her head as she hurried past Lord Arryn. Jon Arryn looked over to the crib where his first child staring quietly back at him. Jon lifted her up in his arms with careful strength supporting the young babe's head.

"You are a quiet child unlike Prince Joffrey." Jon mused to her softly. The babe got hold of his fingers and put them in her mouth. Jon chuckled softly. "Pycelle told me that you do not have a name yet… hmm. Legendary names from both House Tully and Arryn."

Jon listed out, "Celia? No. Teora? No... Not for you."

"Arwen? Alyssa? Sharra?" The first two names his child was emotionless but the last name she giggled.

"Sharra Arryn. The second Sharra Arryn." Jon chuckled lightly. "That name holds weight my dear girl."

Sharra just smiled at him causing him to shake his head. It was like she was telling him that she could handle the weight. Sharra is the name of the Queen Regent of the Vale during Aegon's Conquest. It is a name of high respect and regard in the Vale.

Jon laid Sharra back in her crib before leaving the room

Midyear, 285 AL in King's Landing, Westeros

Sharra looked up when the crowned prince stomp on her flowers in the gardens of the Red Keep. Prince Joffrey wore expensive clothes of red and gold. The older boy was holding a wooden sparring sword in his hands.

Sharra stood up from her crouch dusting off the dirt on her gown staring quietly at the prince. She waited for Joffrey to speak as Sharra took off the gardening gloves that the Head Gardener had gracefully gave her for her name day. Sharra had taken to gardening because it allowed the young Arryn space from her mother.

"A noble lady shouldn't be doing servant work, Arryn." Joffrey put the wooden sword in the dirt glaring at the servants in the garden.

"I'm happy to help them out, Prince Joffrey." Sharra is wary of the blonde boy in front of her. The prince bullied his younger siblings into giving him their toys. Sharra hated the boy in front of her. She was careful not to show her distaste to the King and Queen as the Queen spoiled her eldest son like Joffrey shat out gold.

Joffrey smacked her hard across her cheek causing Sharra to fall on the dirt. Sharra bit her bottom lip as the sting from the smack went away.

"Maybe, you should just reject your noble blood and become a servant since you like working in the dirt so much." Joffrey stormed away.

Sharra sighed as she stood up from the dirt dropping her hand from her cheek. A large hand on her shoulder startled her. Sharra looked up at Ser Jaime Lannister in his Kingsguard armor and white cloak.

"You alright, Little Falcon?"

"Yes," Sharra nodded slightly. "Just my cheek is stinging from hitting myself with a tool."

Ser Jaime gave her a look, "Do I look stupid? I saw him hit you."

Sharra returned his look with one of her own. Jaime's lips twitched in a smile at the frustrated look on the girl's face. Her curls glinted gold in the sunlight as Sharra's darker blue eyes stared at him. "And what will the Queen do? Nothing. She sees her precious baby with closed eyes. I apologize for insulting your nephew but I don't regret it." Jaime and Sharra stared at each other before the young man grinned.

"May I escort you back to your chambers?"

"Very well." Sharra sighed pouting slightly looking mournfully at the crushed flowers.

Sun's Dusk, 289 AL in King's Landing, Westeros

Eddard Stark stared at the young seven year old girl riding her horse beside him. Jon Arryn had asked him to take his daughter; Sharra, to be fostered with his children at Winterfell. From the blasted rebellion, Eddard got a ward from the Greyjoys and a foster daughter from the Arryns. Eddard resisted to rub the bridge of his nose as Jory talked to the young blonde girl. Jory had taken a fierce protectiveness over the young girl when he introduce the two.

"Lord Stark?" her young voice brought his thoughts to the girl. Lady Sharra Arryn wore thicker clothes compared to the thin clothes of the South to stand the cold. "How many children do you have?"

"I have Robb, Jon, Sansa, Arya and Brandon." Eddard listed out his children. "Robb and Jon are slightly older than you but they will welcome you with open arms."

"Is Jon a bastard?"

"Yes."

"I see…" Eddard gazed at the young blonde girl slightly surprised. The South bar Dorne don't see bastards in a good light.

"You don't look at all offended that you'll be living with a bastard." Jory asked her.

"Compared to Jon Snow and Theon Greyjoy. I'd be much worried about the Greyjoy." was her dry response. Eddard knew that Jon Arryn told him that Sharra is mature for her young age from the absence of her mother, Lysa.

"Smart girl." Eddard said. "Theon has committed no crime against the crown."

"No but he will be under the weight of the Greyjoy Rebellion that would put him in a position where he doesn't know who he is."

Eddard nodded in agreement to Sharra's point.

"And my opinion on bastards is that they are human being. I'm friends with a blacksmith trainee and he looks like the King." Sharra shrugged with a smile.

Eddard looked at the young Arryn with impressed eyes. Not many children would understand that bastards are humans too but this girl is seven years old and know the difference. Jon would take a liking to her as well and protect her from all dangers.