Author's Note: I don't own anyone or anything but Tareaia and any other future original characters which there will be. This is just a random idea I had while having writer's block on another project and with a little meddling on my part in Mr. Martin's world I'm gonna create (Hopefully). Hope yall like please read and review be nice and respectful. (And if yall want to see something in here let me know I do like hearing other's opinions and ideas.) Much love and happy thoughts ~ Morgan
Tareaia
I had always lived with the Starks ever since I could remember, though I had also always known I wasn't one. I grew up as a servant to them which basically due to my mother's love for a man of lesser birth I wasn't much above them. My family's famous madness was also a factor and their fallen status as well. I was born a Targaryen, a distant cousin to the King. In the eyes of most I was a bastard. There were few who knew the truth of my lineage. I preferred to have it kept that way too. I never really understood why Eddard Stark saved me, but for some unknown reason he did and I was ever grateful that he did.
Despite the fact that my father was a man of dark hair, dark eyes, I favored my mother to no end. I was as fair skinned, violet eyed, and silver haired as any other Targaryen. As a maid of fifteen, I was a petite slim framed thing. My hair hung in waves to my hips and I did my best to avoid all of Lord Stark's banner men and definitely his ward, Theon Greyjoy. Many of them had made advances towards me throughout the years as most did towards to the maids and serving wenches. Most were ecstatic when a lord deemed them worthy enough to invite them into their beds. I wasn't one of them. I wanted someone to love me and until then my maidenhood would remain.
Winterfell had been in an uproar for days planning the arrival of the King and the court. As handmaiden to both of Lord Stark's daughters, I knew plenty about the whole affair. Lady Sansa had spent days gushing about how gallant the prince must be and so many other naïve silly things. Lady Sansa was often too much of a dreamer. There were days when I could barely stomach her fantasies. Her younger sister on the other hand was the complete opposite. The only thing Lady Arya cared about was the fact that the arrival of the King was making everyone fuss over her appearance and manners more. Lady Arya refused to be anything other than what she was and that certainly was no lady.
I was surprised when the day before the King was due to arrive; Lord Stark had summoned me to his solar. He had never done that but once before and that was only to explain to me of family. I was nervous as I quietly tapped on the door. His solemn voice called back for me to enter and I pushed my shoulder into the heavy door to do so.
Lord Stark stood looking down at a paper strewn table in front of him. A fire was starting to die in the hearth off to our right. An empty goblet was sitting unnoticed on the table as well.
"Lord Stark, you wished to see me?" I asked with a deep a curtsy. Lord Stark looked up then at the sound of my voice. "Ah yes, Tareaia, with the arrival of the King, he might recognize you for what you are. I wanted to warn you to be on your guard. Robert is not exactly the forgiving type. He won't really care that you're barely Targaryen. He'll just care that there is Targaryen in you. I had considered sending you into Winter Town for the duration of their stay but, Catelyn says that the girls would be lost without you. There will be extra men here in the keep but, you should be extra cautious. I would hate to see unnecessary blood spilled." I nodded my head and curtsied low again.
I walked out of Lord Stark's solar, slowly my skirts swishing quietly around my feet. The torches in their holders were flickering in the cold as I made my way back towards my room. I had a small room wedged in between the two young ladies' chambers. Suddenly an arm reached out from nowhere and wrapped around my waist dragging me into a dark room. A hand clamped down across my mouth keeping me from screaming out in the process. "Jon, what are you doing?" I asked once my eyes had adjusted to the darkness. I glanced around noticing we were in his chambers. He smiled softly and leaned in, brushing his lips softly across mine. One of the few things I took comfort in here at Winterfell was Jon. He was just as much an outcast as I was. I smiled when he drew back. "Well hello to you too," I said. He smiled one of his few smiles and tucked a stray strand of hair behind my ear. I reached up onto my tiptoes and kissed him again much deeper than he did me. I buried my hands deep into his wild black hair and brought myself as close to him as I possibly could. His warm hands slid up my sides until I felt his thumbs brush the undersides of my breasts. If anyone in this stronghold could take my maidenhood it would be Jon. He was also the one least likely to take it.
I flicked my tongue against his taking back control of the kiss and pushing my stomach against his hard cock. "Tease," he muttered around my mouth. I chuckled softly and slipped my hands out of his hair. "Out of anyone here, you could have me, but you refuse to do so." I stated, backing away from him slowly. His hands slipped down quickly to my hips, dragging him along with me. "Keep doing things like that, I might not resist anymore." He quipped. I laughed and slipped my hands over his. I kept going until I felt cold stone pushed against my back. Jon stopped a few inches in front of me, his breath washing across my face with every exhale.
"What did my father want?" he questioned. "He warned me that the King was likely to kill me if he recognized me for what I am." I answered breathless. I traced my fingers down his chest, wanting him back against me. I reached behind me, and pulled the pin from my hair letting my hair tumble down my back and around my face. I watched the hungry look flash across Jon's face, knowing what my hair always did to him. He hated it up, but Lady Stark always demanded it be so. I rebelled and left a few strands dangling just for Jon's sweet torment. He knew I did so too.
I watched him rage a battle within himself for a few minutes before giving in and crashing his mouth back down against mine. He dragged his hands through the silky lengths of my hair ending up at my hips again. He reached down and wrapped his hands around my thighs picking me up. I immediately wrapped my legs around his hips, grinding myself against him. I pulled my lips away from his, the need for air too much. Jon instead attached his mouth to the corner of my jaw, tracing his way down my neck. The trail he made leaving a line of fire in its wake. I pushed my hips hard against his needing relief for the ache that was quickly building to a painful point. He groaned against my neck and responded in kind, digging his hands harshly into my backside. I smirked and brought his face back up to mine and kissed him with passion driving us both crazy. I nipped his bottom lip, moaning and bringing out the animalistic side in him in the process. "You'll be the death of me." He muttered against my skin. I laughed lightly, pulling his tunic over his head. I raked my nails down his muscled back, eliciting a hiss from him. "Nasty little devil aren't you, Tareaia?" he teased. "Only to you," I whispered. He sighed relishing in the feel of me. I pushed my heels against the top of his breeches wanting them gone as well. I still ached for him, even though he was trying vainly to slow things back down. I protested when he unlocked my feet around him and sat me back down on my own feet. He picked up his tunic from where I had thrown it and slipped it back over his head. He laughed at my pouting face and stepped back over to me. He kissed my forehead lovingly. "Tareaia," he whispered against me. I folded myself against him and hugged him tight for a moment before letting him go. "I doubt we'll get many moments like this once the King gets here." I stated. "Probably not," Jon agreed. "I'll worry about you once he does finally get here." He said toying with the post of his bed. I walked over towards the small desk tucked into the corner of his room. His sword was laid across the top. "Tis a good thing you've taught me a many thing." I replied, picking the heavy sword up. I slid it out of its scabbard and took up a fighting stance facing him. He smirked taking a step forward. "Well, Father won't have liked it none, but at least you can take care of yourself well enough." He said, reaching up and tapping the blade with his fingers. I smirked and spun, bringing the blade up to his neck before he could even blink. "I'm still a nasty little devil, but one you helped create."