House of the wolf

It's been almost 2 months since we departed from Winterfell I turned 13 the day after we departed it took a bit longer on the way back since it is a much bigger party and every time the monstrosity lost a wheel we had to wait a few days I made the most of it, soaking in all that Barristan is teaching me. 

Along the journey, I have gotten taller than Father which is good, while Ned is a strong and intimidating figure it is not because of his height. At about 180-185cm, I never really asked him to stand against a wall.

If this keeps going I will end up being about 2m tall. Just a little taller than in my past life, I was about the same height but never got past that pesky 2m finish line. But you never know with puberty. It can stop all of a sudden and never come back or you can go straight through it all at once or it comes in waves stops then comes back 2 years later. 

Anyway, unlike the first time it came earlier and now my bones are growing symmetrically, and no stretch marks so far. I hope it continues like that. As much as I want to boast about my skin not being able to contain my muscles, I would still prefer that the only scars on my body are from actual injuries instead of just… there.

Symmetrical bone structure is vital for balance and just helpful in all physical activities, crooked bone structure will give you the aches and pains of an old man right after puberty. A discomfort that constantly follows you and settles more and more in your bones for the rest of your life, I would rather piss out twenty kidney stones than suffer that again. Say what you will about the excruciating pain of kidney stones but at least it ends.

One thing I forgot to bring with me as I had no use for it then. A folding knife or straight razor I have been growing what must be cursed peach fuzz on my lips because ever since it formed, every time Myrcella talks to me she´s looking away or staring vacantly at me like everything she sees is being erased just a blank slate taking nothing in. It is kind of eerie. But whatever she has to do to keep her idealized image of me alive! I support her in her venture.

It must be a monstrosity though as even Cersei has almost stopped trying to seduce me in our mother-son “bonding time” together so I had to steal Father´s razor and everything clicked back into place.

Startling me out of my thoughts as I hear the camp getting rowdy I look up to the distance and see Castle walls forming in the distance and behind them a great big city what can it be but Kings Landing.

I ride with Ned, Arya, and the guards since I separated from Barrastan a few days ago since he will be busy with his duties as lord commander just returning to the capital. A crowd is gathering around the gate as we approach with Stark banners raised I sit up straight like a proper lord following after Ned´s horse.

Arya and the Septa on a carriage behind us it takes a while to go through the city but I enjoy the new sights and cheers of the crowds finally we reach the Tower of the Hand where we will be staying for the considerable future.

Before we can even enter our new home “Welcome lord Stark grandmaster Pycelle has called a meeting of the council the honor of your presence is requested” 

He turns to Jory Cassel and tells him to get us settled in and leaves to do his new duties. 

After getting settled in with all my things I go to Arya´s room 

“Hello sister”

“...”

“Are you still mad at me?”

“Of course, I am still mad at you! You barely spent any time with me at all on the way to Kings Landing.” 

Seeing the tears threatening to break out I hurriedly say “You know I was training with Ser Barristan and I had to spend time with my betrothed don´t you like Myrcella?”

She stubbornly refuses to answer. “Well if you´re still mad at me I have no choice but to leave with the gift I promised you”

As I turn to leave I see her already blocking the door childlike excitement in her eyes “Show me!”

Giving her a wrapped bundle that she tears open to reveal clothes as she looks at me crestfallen I explain to her that it´s not what she thinks these are not dresses but clothes made for outdoor activity “While this is not extravagant I hope you li-ooph” She launches at me

“I love it I´ll wear it every day!” 

“Now now you must wash your clothes regularly especially the ones you work up a sweat in and try to be good for Septa Mordane Myrcella will keep you company for some of the lessons”

“Ok, Mom” she rolls her eyes at me 

Ruffling her hair with increasing strength “Want to try again?” my eyes threatening to tan her hide.

“Thanks for the gift Ed”