"Amella," Eddard Stark called for his eldest daughter as he looked frantically for a girl of seven with wild long curly brown hair.
He heard giggles from behind and whirled around, but found nothing there. Eddard was in the woods surrounded by trees. Eddard threw his arms up in frustration and called out, "I give up! You win!"
A short girl with long curls came out from a log and smiled widely. "I do?!"
Eddard sighed and replied, "Yes, Ella. I give up…your mother was right when she said that you were the 'Master of Hiding'."
"I am, aren't I," Amella laughed and ran into her father's arms which were wide open for her.
She laughed hysterically as Eddard tickled her on her stomach, wiggling all over the place. Suddenly Eddard and Amella were attacked by snowballs and they ducked behind the log. They heard children's laughter and Eddard heard Catelyn's laughter as well.
Just then Jon came sliding onto the ground next to them, his black curls flopping about. Jon laughed when a bunch of snow balls came flying at them from above and landed into the bushes.
"How many, Jon?" Amella asked with a fake serious voice.
Jon chuckled. "The enemies are coming for us. They're armed, captain."
Amella nodded and replied firmly, "Let's take a peek, ser."
Eddard laughed at his children pretending to play war against each other.
All three of them peeked from the log and playfully glared as they saw their enemies which were Robb who was a boy of six, Catelyn, and Sansa who was still a babe in her mother's arms.
Amella's light blue eyes widened as she saw Theon there and she yelled, "Hey! That's cheating! The armies have to be equal!"
"It is fair," Robb yelled back. "Sansa is just a babe!"
"Yeah," Theon agreed.
Amella glared at them and whispered to her father and brother, "Prepare for battle, my brothers. Taking them down will be as easy as taking a breath."
They both gave each other mischievous smiles before throwing snowballs at them and then hiding behind the log once more when they heard Theon say, "Ouch! That hurt."
This would the one moment of happiness that they all shared before everything became…well; there is no gentle term for this which is before everything became fucked up.
If only they knew the reality of being in a war…I pray to the gods that they will never know what horrors lie beneath such a terrible event in history
. . .
11 YEARS LATER…
"So the king's coming today, huh?" Amella asked Robb as they watched the maids clean up her chambers.
"Why don't you ever clean your chambers," Robb asked his older sister who was only a nameday older than he was.
Amella scoffed and they both crossed their arms over their chests. "I do, but then that thing comes into the room-"
Both Amella and Robb turn their heads to look at their direwolves, Grey Wind and Blackwell…as they were tearing apart stuffed animals leaving fluff all around them.
"So why did you name your wolf, 'Blackwell'?" Robb asked, amused by his sister's growing frustration at the animals even though she loved them to death.
She shrugged, her long dark brown fall off her shoulders. "I don't know. It just came to me when I looked at him."
"It's a boy," Robb widened his eyes and then went to the wolf, examining it. "Would you look at that? Who would've known?"
Amella rolled her light blue eyes. "Surrounded by idiots…how could you not tell that it was a boy. It's black fur and balls didn't give it away?"
"You and your loud mouth will get you punched into the face, Ella," Robb reminded her. "And the rolling of your eyes as well."
"Hey, I'm older than you and you have to do what I say?" Amella replied. "Now I say for you to shut your mouth, Robb."
Robb stuck his tongue out at her and she did the same.
Robb shook his head and muttered, "Such a child."
She ignored him and sighed. "Like I said before, Robbie-"
Robb interrupted her, "Mother told you to stop calling me that."
"Anyways…what was I saying again?"
This time it was Robb who rolled his eyes. "You are so forgetful, Ella."
"I am not," she said defensively.
"Your wolf, your books, my fourteenth nameday-" Robb started to name off the things she had forgotten when she interrupted him.
"That was one time!"
"It happened again the next year, Ella," Robb reminded her and became silent.
Amella frowned and suddenly wrapped her arms around, hugging him. "I'm sorry, brother…I don't mean to be forgetful."
Robb hugged her back after a moment, accepting her apology. "I know. I was just teasing you since I know that it annoys you greatly."
Amella immediately stepped away from him and saw that he was smirking. She narrowed her eyes at him and starting to whack him on the arms.
"You little shit," she grumbled which the maids laughed at as they left the room.
"Uncle! Uncle!" Robb yielded.
Amella stopped hitting him and then she made a move to hit him again and he flinched.
She hit him twice on the arm as she said, "Two for flinching."
Robb chuckled at his older sister's antics. "I pray for the man who marries you."
Amella patted his chest and replied, "Oh, my dearest little brother, if I ever pray, it would be for the man who falls in love with me."
They both laughed and Jory came into her chambers informing them, "My lord and lady, the king is close and your lord father wants you both down in the yard for the arrival of the royal family."
"Yes, Jory," Robb responded and Jory left the room.
"Yay, what fun this is going to be," Amella said sarcastically as they left the chambers, going down to the yard. "A bunch of blonde haired little shits everywhere…infesting our land and home with their judgment and arrogance."
Robb chuckled lowly. "You can't go around saying those things around the Royal family, Ella. They don't know you like we do. They won't know if you're kidding or not."
She rolled her eyes. "Gods, Robb, you're so serious sometimes. It was only a jest."
Robb gave her a look that said a thousand words and she confessed, "Alright, I meant every word of it."
"And there it is."
"So what? I don't care what anyone thinks of me. Oh, big news that the Lannisters don't like us, well, we don't like them."
Amella and Robb walked down flights of stairs, seeing the people form on the yard. Amella stopped and mentally groaned when she realized that she'd forgotten her cloak.
"What's wrong?" Robb asked.
"I forgot my cloak. I'll meet you there, okay?" Amella said to him quickly before rushing back up the flights of stairs and back to her chambers.
Amella opened her door causing the two direwolves' head to go up. She smiled at them and Blackwell rolled around, his black fur shaking.
Amella threw her clothes around and practically messed up her room again, looking for her cloak. "Where is it," she grumbled in question to herself. "I know it's here somewhere…Ah! Here it is!"
Amella smiled in victory and strapped it on herself. She looked in the mirror and made sure she looked okay for the arrival. Her skin was pale, but that was because there was no sun in The North and if there was then it would only be for a short amount of time.
Her eyes were a very light blue and her lips were a soft pink and full as well. Theon used to tease her about them, saying vulgar things about them. He used to tell her that her lips were every man's dream to have on their wife because they were the lips to wrap around a cock. Amella had immediately blushed then punched him in the face. Theon was the first person that Amella had ever punched before.
She remembered Jon and Robb laughing at him as he bled from his nose while she told him to never say such things again because she would beat him up again. That was when she was fifteen namedays.
Her mother and father always told her that she was beautiful just like her Aunt Lyanna, but luckily, they looked nothing alike in the facial structure. Amella wasn't tall, but she wasn't short either. She had a small waist and figure, but still had curves just like any other woman. She wasn't perfect-in fact; she would find flaws in herself and couldn't see how she was considered beautiful.
Amella wore a dark blue gown that any northerner would wear. There was nothing fancy about it and that was the way she liked it actually. She preferred the simple things in life…but then again she would get bored of the simple and live dangerous and live for the excitement. That was what Amella wanted someone to be like for her. The man she loved would be exciting, consuming, and adventurous in a way.
I'm not ready to be a wife and mother…to settle for the normal…that's not me.
Amella ran out of the room, lifting up her skirts as she made her way down the flights of stairs once again. She widened her eyes as she saw the Royal guards riding into the clearing of the yard where her family was standing. She panted a little bit as she came to the front and stood between her father and Robb, almost colliding into a cabbage cart in the process.
"We'll discuss this later," her father warned her in a low voice. She smiled up at him nervously, but her smile disappeared as she caught her mother's ferocious stare at her.
Amella smiled widely at her mother, winking at her as well. She even saw her siblings smirk at her tardiness. Robb leaned into her ear and sang softly, "Someone's in trouble."
Amella pursed her lips and elbowed him in the ribs which caused him to wince and for both Jon and Theon to snicker in the back. She smirked in victory and even heard some chuckles from the people around them.
Her eyes caught amused emerald green eyes that looked her way. Amella rolled her eyes at the Kingsguard. Ugh, men!
She froze when she heard a bark and then a howl. Everyone's head turned to her as Blackwell came running to her side, panting like he was happy or something…or maybe he was waiting actually.
"You didn't close the door, did you," her father questioned, not looking at her.
"I forgot my cloak and I was in a rush," Amella explained. "Blackwell, go…go…"
Blackwell whimpered and instead went to the green-eyed Kingsguard from before and stood by his side.
"Seven hells," her mother whispered at the same time her father cursed lowly under his breath, "Godsdamn it."
The green-eyed Kingsguard smirked down at her direwolf then at her, but she quickly turned her attention back to the front.
She can't be blamed for her direwolf…not really…not at all…okay, maybe a little blame, but not all of it.
The king came riding into the clearing along with the royal carriage where the queen and children probably were. Amella would never ride in a carriage. Instead she wanted to feel the wind in her hair and the sun on her face as she rode on her white haired stallion named Kinsley.
Everyone kneeled down and bowed their heads when they saw King Robert coming into their sights. The king dismounted his horse and came striding towards her father. He motioned with his leather gloved hand for them to stand up and they all obeyed. All eyes were cast towards her father and King Robert.
"You've got fat."
Her father inclined his head to the king's beer belly then they laughed with each other, hugging like brothers.
Amella blanked out after that, trying to gesture for her stubborn direwolf to come to her. He was being a shit though and didn't want to move from the stupid knight.
Eventually, she mouthed to it, "I will fry you if you don't come here."
"Amella!"
"What? What happened?"
"So this is your daughter, Ned?" The king said.
"The one and only," Amella replied.
Robb cleared his throat and whispered, "Sansa and Arya-"
"Oh, right them too."
Everyone kept on staring at her which irritated her immensely. Amella smiled as politely as possible at them.
"I'm forgetful all the time if I'm being honest."
Theon held in a chuckle at that causing him to cough loudly. Amella hit him once the king addressed Bran and his back was turned.
"Ow, stop hitting me," he cried softly.
"Stop being an idiot-oh, wait that's completely impossible since it's you, Theon," she whispered harshly to him.
"If you're hungry, then that would explain you being grumpy."
Amella raised an eyebrow at Theon. "Just because I am hungry and also happen to be grumpy as well doesn't mean that they are related to each other."
"It's true and you know it."
"Take me to your crypts. I want to pay my respects." The King said to her father.
"We've riding for a month, my love. Surely the dead can wait," The Queen reminded him coldly.
A month?!
I could never survive a month on the road. I would probably get lost and become a wilding. Sevne hells, I forgot that I can't fight! Well, there goes my plan B.
"Lady Amella!" Someone called from a distance behind her, once everyone started to go in different directions when the royal family left.
She winced at her septa's annoying voice. I must hide. Amella ducked behind the cabbage cart and tried to make herself invisible.
"I think that this thing-"
Apparently, it did not work.
"Be quiet!" Amella shushed the emerald-eyed knight, looking for her irritating septa. "I'm in hiding."
"Why?"
"For so many, many things that I did to upset her today...and this entire week," Amella explained cryptically to him then smiled. "I could go on telling you the things I did for days."
He knelt down beside her. "I have time."
She smirked. "I skipped my sewing class because sewing is stupid and I despise its very being."
"That's it?"
"Not even close actually, you weird knight."
"Oh, so I am the weird one, am I? Let's not forget what happened this morning, Stark."
"Look, I don't know who you are-"
"You must be joking."
"I am forgetful and you haven't exactly made an impression on me."
"Yet and you really don't know who I am?"
"Tone down your ego. Your big ego would explain the size of your hand, it's very big," Amella said carelessly.
"I have never…" The knight looked stunned for a moment. "No one has ever said that to me."
"I'm sure they have, but your ego won't let your big ears hear it."
"My ears are not big!" He replied defensively.
Amella shushed him loudly. "Keep your voice down."
"And I'll have you know that many, many, many women find me extremely handsome."
"Ah, I just love the smell of desperation in the morning," Amella drawled out.
"You know you are very irritating for a girl-"
"A woman of eighteen actually," she corrected.
"And still not married. I wonder why," he said sarcastically.
"Right. Back. At. You."
They smiled fakely at each other as her Septa came closer. "Amella, you come right out this very second-"
The knight smirked at her then stood up from behind the cabbage cart. "Lovely morning, Septa, isn't?"
"Oh! Ser Jaime, yes, I suppose it is. Have you seen the Lady Amella?"
Son of a bitch.
Jaime thought about it for a moment, careful with his expressions like the experienced liar that he was and master manipulator. "No, sorry, Septa."
"Thank you, Ser Jaime."
Amella stood up and Jaime suddenly laughed at her angry expression. "Lannister?! That would definitely explain the practically immoral amount of arrogance and vanity you possess."
"I have every right to be that way. I am the most handsome man in all of the Seven Kingdoms-"
Amella started to laugh hysterically. "Who told you that?! A couple of blind women?!"
"You know it's true," Jaime responded confidently which make Amella's eyes roll. "I must go now."
"Fine. Bye."
Amella turned around and started to walk away, her direwolf following her as he called out to her, "I'll see you at the feast then, my lady."
"Skipping out on that actually. Dancing, parties, drinking, conversing with people that I don't like are not really my hobbies," Amella repsonded.
Jaime watched her walk away from him, thinking, So that is the girl father has somehow arranged for me to marry? I highly doubt that she will marry me without a fight at least...or I have no doubt that she will agree and skip out on the wedding somehow.
Strange girl.
TBC…
So I've actually had half of this story literally written for almost two years now and haven't posted it because of my other stories. I do not own any rights of GAME OF THRONES! Amella is completely nothing like any other of my OCs from my other GOT stories. She is certainly one of kind and likes to drive everyone up the walls with her antics. I hoped you liked this chapter.
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