"Every new beginning comes from some other beginning's end." ~Seneca

Pain is all Lyanna felt in her last few moments. She had been told childbirth was no easy feat, but she never realized it would be like this. Her handmaiden seemed worried as she cleaned the newborn boy who held all the looks of the north. Surely he would not be hard to hide?

Her thoughts of hiding her child were quickly put to rest as fire rose through her lower abdomen once again. Lyanna let out a cry of agony. She was already so weak from one. Would she even survive to birth another?

The handmaiden looked up from her bundle in surprise! Another child?! Twins! My the Gods save Lyanna Stark. She rushed to her Lady's side, and instructed her to push.

A hour came and pasted before the babe opened her blue steel Stark eyes. The child was of pale complexion, and had blonde hair that matched that of the sun. Lyanna reached out to hold her second child. She gazed in wonder at her own eye color staring back. She then motioned for the handmaiden to bring her first born to her.

She held one in each arm and gazed at the pair in utter disbelief. They were beautiful, and looked so much like her. Though her daughter took after some of her lovers features. She gave a weak smile at them both. She could feel herself slipping away.

It was then she began to cough. Her handmaiden quickly removed the babes from her arms, as blood began to coat Lyanna's lips. Lyanna closed her eyes as she began to feel weaker and weaker.

"Lyanna! Lyanna!" Ned screamed before busting open the door to her tower. Ignoring the handmaiden and the babes he ran to his sister side.

Lyanna eyes eased open to see her favorite brother. A tembling smile rested on her bloody lips," Promise me Ned," she whispered while glancing one last time at her children.

Noticing her gaze he looked back to see for the first time, two babes. Surprised he quickly looked back to his sister. Confusion and worry laced in his Stark eyes. Lyanna gave no reply just simply smiled and closed her own. It was a matter of seconds and she was gone.

Ned stood up devastated and turned to look at his sister's legacies. Twins he thought. The Gods had taken a life from Westeros, and graced it with two new ones. He took the blonde babe and held her to his chest. At the rocking motion of being moved her eyes snapped open. Steel eyes meet each other's in an unbreakable stare. "I promise," Ned uttered the vow.