Game of Thrones: Kindred Spirits
Chapter 1 of my new Game of Thrones story, a serious attempt at a modern AU Rickon/Lyanna Mormont story, enjoy.
Disclaimer: Game of Thrones belongs to George R.R. Martin.
Chapter 1
Standing up straight as he finished getting dressed the teenage boy sighed and shook his head. The boy was sixteen years old and rather tall for his age, lanky but with some slight muscle, he had messy untamed auburn hair and blue eyes, as well as pale skin. Traits mainly inherited from his mother, like most of his siblings. His name was Rickon Stark, the youngest son and child of Eddard and Catelyn Stark, with four older siblings, two brothers and two sisters. He was currently dressed for school in the boy's summer uniform, suitable for the warm weather.
'Yet I look like an idiot.' He thought as he looked in the mirror.
Said uniform consisted of a pair of black mid-thigh length school shorts, a white shirt, red tie, black calf-high socks and brown T-bar sandals.
He shook his head. 'So old fashioned and...kinda childish surely...'
He sighed again; even though he felt that way about the uniform; especially since the shorts led to him really showing his long legs, which embarrassed him.
Turning away and leaving his bedroom, he continued to muse to himself. 'How do the other boys in school stand it; I mean...urgh...Bran especially.'
Bran was the younger of his older brothers. But then, thinking of his brother made him recall his real issues.
His uniform issues were trivial compared to his real problems, especially at home.
'My family practically ignore me. My parents especially but then...' He thought in dismay.
Sitting at the breakfast table, helping himself he looked around. Bran was seated on his right, a year older, also clad in the same uniform as him, yet clearly much more comfortable in it. He also wore his auburn hair short and neat, compared to Rickon. In fact, except for one of his sisters, all the siblings inherited the auburn hair and blue eyes of their mother. Their father instead had brown hair and grey eyes, as well as a long narrow face, traits inherited by Rickon's older sister Arya.
Rickon tried to calm himself, despite his inner turmoil. 'There they are, Bran's too busy on his phone, acting secretive again...Robb is away at college...Mum and dad don't really have time for me and, and Sansa...'
The oldest of his sister's twenty-one year old Sansa, was said to be the image of their mother. Right now she was talking with their parents but it was clear things were becoming heated. This thought was practically confirmed when all three suddenly left the room, likely to continue in another room. Glancing over at Bran, Rickon shook his head, his older brother didn't seem the least bit interested. So, quickly finishing his breakfast, Rickon stood up and left the room.
Determined to satisfy his curiosity, he found Sansa and their parents and stayed hidden, listening in.
"Honestly, why are so adamant about not giving them a chance?!" Sansa demanded.
Their mother glared at this. "You know full well that man Gendry is not good for Arya and..."
Sansa cut their mother off. "Really, then how come Arya is far happier than she's ever been with him? So happy now they're engaged and your really going to miss that...just for some petty reasons."
"Sansa." Their father growled.
Rickon was not paying any further attention however, instead his mind went to his other sister, eighteen year old Arya. The only family member to inherit their father's physical traits in terms of appearance. She was also considered a wild child, perhaps more so than Rickon himself was.
'Of course after arguing with mum and dad so many times, she ran away...' Rickon reflected sadly. 'Arya was the only one who understood me and yet she's now gone and abandoned me...All because she and our parents couldn't see eye to eye and kept arguing about Gendry.'
After one argument too many, Arya had run away and was now living with her boyfriend Gendry and his family.
Rickon recalled what he'd just heard and corrected himself. 'Living with her fiancée and his family...Gods, Arya engaged; that's something I never thought would ever happen.'
Reflecting on all this he finally turned away.
'So much is going on...I suppose, with all this, I should be surprised my family seem to have mostly forgotten me.' He thought to himself.
Trying to push those thoughts away, he crept away and found Bran all ready and waiting. Once ready himself he followed Bran out of the house, ready to head for school.
End of chapter, hope you enjoyed it, read and review please.