House of the wolf

Making our way back slowly with the prisoner chained to my horse we talked with Ser Rodrik about the times he took us fishing and that we should do something like that again.

 

“Oh no you boys already fish too well I would just get embarrassed especially you Edwyn with you ice fishing” 

 

“Yeah too bad you had to ruin all the fish you caught with that god-awful dry fermentation method” I hear Robb say with a laugh 

 

“Call it fish jerky if it does not sound as bad it won´t taste as bad” I reply sagely as they scoff at me the snobs.

 

“Look! Up ahead” we hear and start heading toward the woods where we see a great big corpse looking in amazement “Is that?” 

 

“Direwolf” Ned says “Freak” we hear Theon exclaim while the twat is annoying I can´t help but nod along imagining what it would be like facing that beast if it were standing on its feet.

 

We see a pup Robb hands it over to Bran to pet it. It was beside the beast and still alive and Ser Rodrick and Ned are in agreement that the pup should die for it will not survive the winter 

 

Bran vehemently protests and so do I but Ned insists until Jon Snow finds four more pups under their mother and says “5 direworlf cubs and 5 stark siblings. They were meant to have them!” 

 

And for some reason, Ned can´t seem to say no to Jon after he said that.

 

“You feed them you train them and you bury them you will not bother the household staff with their upkeep”

 

“Yes sir” the Stark children echo and as we´re about to leave Jon walks off and picks up another pup off the path “A stray just like you Jon” Theon says no doubt feeling the manly urge to act like a little bitch.

 

Back in Winterfell and we´re all training our Direwolves or cuddling them same thing really.

 

Grey Wind, adopted by Robb Stark.

Lady, adopted by Sansa Stark.

Nymeria, adopted by Arya Stark.

Hunter, adopted by Edwyn Stark.

Summer, adopted by Bran Stark.

Ghost, adopted by Jon Snow.

 

“Sit Hunter! Sit good who´s a good boy! One more time and you´ll get a snack sit! Yeees who´s a good boy here have some fish jerky” 

 

“What are you doing?” 

 

“...What do mean I´m training my direwolf”

 

“....But why are you talking like that?

 

“Sansa one more word and I´ll spank you until your skin is redder than your hair”

 

“Hmmph how rude!” blushing she huffs and storms off amusement shining in her eyes though she tries to hide it.

 

Daring to call me out on my doggo voice has she no honor? “But we won´t let that bother us will we Hunter?” as the doggo tilts his while looking at me.

 

But seeing Sansa who always dreams of marrying a prince reminds me of the name Joffrey I had some vague feeling he was a cunt I definitely don´t want him marrying my sister.

 

So I approach Father and as I have already told him many times about my “nightmare” I don´t talk about that but rather inform of my willingness or bite the bullet so you say if the king is hellbent on the joining of our houses.

 

He takes my word into consideration and I just sigh the stress of the upcoming event is taking a toll we got word they were on their way almost a month ago its like the slow march of death slowly treading toward our home.

 

But I´ve done all a 12-year-old can do in this situation so I take a deep breath relax my shoulders go to my room to sleep. It's out of my hands now if it ever was for now I can only bide my time train myself and grab opportunities when they present themselves.

 

The next day woke up late with Hunter laying on top of my face trying to suffocate me not realizing that the first weeks when he did that he was a cute little chihuahua and now he´s a pillow and I´m Joker´s mom.

 

Speaking of moms Catelyn opens the door and tells me to get ready their flags have been spotted “And for gods sake if the Queen sees that thing stand at attention in the banquet I will cut it off myself!”

 

I look at her confused until I look down and see the tent sticking and shiver at the threat screaming internally goddamn hormones! I push it down and reply “Yes, yes I´ll be ready” 

 

I dress up in a grey form-fitting uniform with black pants and a grey cloak over my shoulders it is one of the cloaks we found in the chest with deep red patterns on it we added the Stark insignia on it and it complements my outfit very well.

 

As I walk outside to see the family starting to line up to greet the royal family walking over I put myself in between Robb and Sansa 

 

I hear Catylin fussing over Arya´s whereabouts I look at Sansa getting her game face on you can hear the horses and carriages making their way over and a little creature runs over to us with a helmet on not for long as Catylin snatches the helmet off her and sends her to the line-up.

 

Is this the beginning of the end? I wonder as flags start coming into view.