Ok, I lied again 😁 it going to be longer than two parts. I get carried away and have too much fun with my imagines. Hope you enjoy though😊

"Ya holding it wrong." (Y/n) said, as she came up behind a young boy, the slightly scruffy looking creature doing his best to hit the target with his arrows.

"How do you know?" The boy asked slightly indignantly, before he turned around, a small smile creeping onto his lips as he saw the beautiful woman that stood leaning against her long bow.

"Ya elbow is at the wrong angle, and ya not pulling the drawstring back far enough. Here. Let me show ya." (Y/n) told him, as she placed down her bow, and positioned herself behind him, notching an arrow on the drawstring.

"Look. Close ya eyes. Feel tha bow and arrow between ya fingers, let it become an extension of ya arm. Pull the drawstring back to tha corner of ya lip and keep ya elbow up at a right angle. When ya ready, take a deep breath in, open ya eyes, breath out, and yet ya arrow loose." (Y/n) instructed, her hands gently showing him what he should do.

(Y/n) stood back and watched as the boy did as he was instructed, a soft smile coming to her lips as the arrow thudding into the centre of the target.

"Thank you lady...........?" The boy asked excitedly, as he came up and shook (Y/n)'s hand.

"(Y/n). My name is just (Y/n). No lady." (Y/n) chuckled, as the young boy bowed.

"It is a pleasure to meet you (Y/n). I am Bran Stark." Bran told her, (Y/n) eyes growing wide as she realised that she might have just insulted one of Ned's children.

"My apologises me lord. I didn't recognise ya. Last time I saw ya, ya were nowt but a babe." (Y/n) said with a bow, looking up as Bran grabbed hold of her hand.

"Are you the one that Robb calls the Huntress? He talks about you all the time. He says that you are the best archer in the north." Bran gushed, as he pulled on (Y/n)'s hand, trying to get her back to his quiver of arrows in hopes that she would instruct him further.

"Yes Bran. That is the Huntress." A smooth voice called out from behind the pair. (Y/n) and Bran turning around to see Robb walking towards them. (Y/n) bowing as the heir to Winterfell got closer.

"Father said you were here (Y/n), he said that you were staying for the contest." Robb said, as he placed his hand under her chin and drew her face up so that she was looking into his eyes.

"Aye, me lord. Ya father has been kind enough ta let me compete." (Y/n) replied, trying her best to hide the feelings that were bombarding her as Robb moved closer, his fingers brushing some loose strands of hair back behind her ear.

"(Y/n). When will you stop calling me, my lord? You know you don't need to. You of all people should call me by my name." Robb told her, as he inched even closer, the heir and the huntress now only a breath apart.

Robb was so happy when his father had informed him that (Y/n) was journeying to Winterfell with her quarry for the competition. It had been too long since he had seen her, too long since he had been able to be close to her and see her beautiful smile.

From the first time he had met her when they were small children, Robb knew that there was something special about the huntress, something that he felt drawn to. And now as she stood before him, looking more beautiful, more perfect than he had ever seen her before, he knew that somehow, someway, he would have to persuade the archer to be his.

"I will stop calling you me lord, either when ya stop being one, or I become a lady. Me lord." (Y/n) chuckled, as she looked longingly into Robb's deep soulful eyes.

Before Robb could say any more, Bran took hold of (Y/n)'s hand and pulled her with all his might back over to where his bow sat.

"You have to teach me. Robb says that you are the first one that showed him how to shoot properly." Bran told (Y/n) excitedly, ignoring the glare of his big brother as he dragged the Huntress away.

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"What is she doing here? I didn't know that your father was letting her type compete in the competition." Theon hissed, as he and Jon came to join Robb. The three men watching as (Y/n) instructed a happy Bran.

Theon had never really liked the wild archer, well that is what he would tell everyone. In truth, like Robb, he had instantly taken a liking to the beautiful woman from the first moment he saw her; but as soon as she had turned down his advances, and it was more than obvious that she had eyes for no one but Robb, he had taken against her, and the two now seemed to take great delight in goading one another whenever (Y/n) would make the journey down to Winterfell.

"And what do you mean by 'her type'? (Y/n) is the best archer I have ever heard of, and she has every right to be part of my father's contest. I think that you are only annoyed that she is here, because you know that you now have no chance of winning." Robb huffed, crossing his arms across his chest as he stared at Theon.

"Ha. Funny. She has no chance of beating me. Everyone knows that I am going to win Ned's prize." Theon retorted, as he mirrored Robb's stance.

"Is that right? Well, how about a little wager if you are so sure that you are going to win?" Robb asked, winking at Jon, as his younger brother stood behind Theon, both men doing their best not to laugh as Theon puffed out his chest.

"You are on. What's the bet?" Theon asked, trying to conceal his nervousness with bravado.

"If you win, I will double the prize my father is offering. If (Y/n) wins, then you double the prize." Robb smirked, as Theon gulped, trying to work out whether his ego was really worth that amount of gold.

"Fine. If your little (Y/n) of nowhere wins, I will double your fathers' prize. But I assure you, I'm not going to let her beat me." Theon said furiously, pointing towards (Y/n) before storming off back into the castle.

"Do you have enough gold to pay Theon if he wins?" Jon asked, as he came to stand by Jon. Both men smiling as (Y/n) applauded Bran hitting yet another target.

"I don't need to. (Y/n) is going to win. I know it." Robb replied, slapping Jon on the back as the pair walked over to join Bran and the Huntress.

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The evening had been long, and as the other competitors enjoyed Ned's hospitality, the deer and boar that (Y/n) had killed the centre of the great feast, (Y/n) found herself a dry spot in the courtyard, settling down to get comfortable for the night.

Ned and Catelyn had been more than generous and had offered her a room within the castle along with the other's, but (Y/n) had graciously refused. There was something about being out in the fresh air under the large black blanket of the night that was familiar, comfortable, and even though many may say that she was insane, she would have it no other way.

"What are you doing out here?" A small voice asked, drawing (Y/n)'s attention to the young man that stood before her.

"I could ask ya tha same thing, Bran. What would ya mother think if she found ya out ere?" (Y/n) asked, opening her large coat of furs so that Bran could snuggle into her side under the great garment.

"I was worried about you. Why are you sleeping out here? Why don't you come to my room and sleep in there?" Bran asked, looking up at (Y/n) as she giggled at his offer.

"Hunters sleep outside, Bran. Did ya see tha huge buck that I brought fa ya father? Well I had ta follow him fa three days before I was able ta take him down. Each night I would sleep unda tha stars, come rain, hail or snow, just like tha animals themselves." (Y/n) told the little lord. Bran snuggling closer as a sudden gust of freezing air cut him to the bone.

"Can I stay out here with you then? If I am going to be a hunter then I need to learn to sleep outside too." Bran asked, as he looked up hopefully into her eyes.

"I don't think that ya mother and father would like that much. Plus, ya have a nice warm bed just waiting fa ya inside. Seems a shame ta waste it." (Y/n) said, kissing Bran on the forehead.

"(Y/n) is right Bran. Why don't you say goodnight and go to bed before mother finds that you have been out here?" Robb said softly, alerting the two to his presence. Bran reluctantly leaving (Y/n)'s side as he returned to his room.

"He's a good boy. He'll make a fine man one day." (Y/n) told Robb as he took Bran's place by her side.

"He will, you're right. Why are you out here (Y/n)? I know mother and father offered you a room. Why did you turn them down?" Robb asked, watching the huntress as she picked up her bow and began to clean it.

"Well, fa a start, its too noisy in there, and the others will be enjoying ya parents' hospitality into the small hours. And if I'm ta win ya bet against Greyjoy then I need me sleep." (Y/n) chuckled, as a surprised Robb stared at her.

"You heard? How?" Robb asked in disbelief, as (Y/n) smiled her perfect smile.

"I'm a hunter, Robb. I can hear a mouse cough in tha woods at a hundred paces. And let's face it, Greyjoy couldn't be quiet if his life depended on it, especially when he's tryin ta defend his manhood. Now, why don't ya go and join tha rest of them, I don't want ta keep ya from ya lordly duties." (Y/n) told him, her eyes dropping to their hands as Robb took hers in his.

"You could always join me in my room. We could both sleep there." Robb said, as he leant in and kissed her softly on the lips.

"Robb, I................" (Y/n) began, before being cut off by another kiss.

"Please (Y/n). You know I love you, and I know that you love me. All I want is to be able to prove it to you." Robb whispered in her ear, as he pulled (Y/n) closer.

"I do love ya Robb, I always have. But ya tha heir to Winterfell and will always be a lord. I will always be (Y/n) of nowhere, with no land, money or title ta me name. I am sure ya parents would rather ya were married ta a lady from a good house, not a simple huntress. And I have no intention of being any man's whore. Not even yours, Robb Stark." (Y/n) replied, as she rested her forehead against his.

"Now go before I change me mind." (Y/n) said with one last kiss, before he left her side as reluctantly as Bran had.

"Ya will always be a lord, and I will always be (Y/n) of nowhere." (Y/n) repeated sadly as she watched Robb make his way back into the castle. Her hand moving to wipe away the tear that was rolling down her cheek before she wrapped her coat back around herself, and closed her eyes.