"Father!"
"Run child! To the ships!"
"No Father! I won't . . ." Blood splattered over the young girl. "Father . . ." Her eyes went wide and filled with tears, and she ran, but not to the ships. She ran as fast as she could through the war. Seven at the time, she was very agile as she ran past and dodged fallen and falling bodies. She ran and ran and ran.
Winterfell, fifteen years later.
She approached the castle, checked to see if any one had spotted her thus far, and she was safe. She had snuck into the castle plenty a time before, but she always knew to check. She started climbing the wall of the grand palace. The vines she held to were cold but the wall it's self was hot; the castle walls were always hot.
She climbed the wall with ease and no trouble until she got to the top. She looked down and saw a female guard standing there. "Halt!" She cried.
"Whatever for?" The climber replied.
"What are you doing up there?"
"Climbing."
"More like sneaking."
"Ah, that is for me to know, and for you to . . ." She felt a grasp around her forearm.
"I believe we have found out." A young man's voice spoke from above her. She looked up and there was young Lord Stark. "Sammy, come up here for a moment, please." He yanked the climber girl up with ease, she wasn't as wispy as you might think, but Robb was just that strong for his age, fourteen, but of course the climber girl helped pull herself up when she caught a grasp of the edge of the wall with her free hand. Robb held her there until the lady guard he called Sammy approached them.
"Yes Robb?" She asked.
"Take this girl under your wing. Make sure she is not out of sight, and that she does not steal from this palace again."
"Alright, it'll be my pleasure." Robb shoved the climber girl at Sammy. Sammy clutched onto her shoulders and smiled at the woman. "Come, let us get you dressed and ready, we have a feast to prepare for, the King is coming to Winterfell."
"The . . . The King!?" The climber girl started as Sammy dragged her away from the Young Lord. "The Hells be upon him . . . I found my friend direwolf dead by the antler of a Stag."
"I do not like the King much myself, or the Queen. But never mind that, I trust you know how to use a sword . . . um . . ."
"Erica Webb."
"Erica, a very nice name. I'm Samantha Sprik, but please call me Sammy, I prefer it that way." Erica nodded in reply to the red haired guard.
"I do know how to use a sword. Oh, Sammy, do you know of any direwolf pups? She had some, but when i arrived all seven were gone."
"Why yes! There are two females left; the Stark children had taken the other five, the three males and two of the females. One of the left over girls has taken a liking to me, the other one is very distant, would you like to see them?" Sammy quickly dropped the subject of sword fighting.
"Indeed, I would." Sammy led Erica off then to the stables where the two young direwolf pups stayed. Upon arriving there was a grey furred one and a black furred one. The black furred pup ran up to Erica instantly, knowing her right off the spot. "This must be the one who is weary of you."
"Yes, but she knows you, so of course she is calm around you and is less tense." As Sammy spoke the grey pup went up to her and nuzzled her leg. "Hello there Aerin."
"Aerin? What a precious name, I think I shall name this one . . . Ne."
"Ne is just as precious." Sammy smiled. "Now, let us be on our way to prepare for the King's coming."
"Yes."
Everything was prepared and Erica and Sammy we're waiting in their guard uniforms, half plates with short swords at their waists. Erica had a plan, but she had to wait for the right time to put it into action. The women watched as King Robert led his men, and then stop at Ned Stark. They shared a conversation and then Ned started leading the King into the crypts.
Erica glanced at the knights, and seeing they were not moving, went to go follow them, her short sword out and ready to strike the King dead, when her wrist was grabbed. She grunted and whirled around. A blonde man with green eyes held her gaze and wrist. "King Slayer . . ." She mumbled.
The blonde sighed. "And here I was hoping to avoid having to take care of dirty work. We do not come here to harm."
"A stag killed my direwolf friend."
"And? You are obviously no direwolf. You have the face of a great sea beast." He let go of her wrist, and grabbed her face by the chin and turned it side to side studying her. Taking her in. "You look familiar, have we met before?"
"No." She stated bluntly. "Now let go of me!"
"You won't attack the King again?"
"No." He let go of her.
"What's your name guard?"
"Manners are to tell your name first, Ser."
"Jaime Lannister, but you knew that."
"Erica Webb."
That following night the party was grand, and everyone was feasting and drinking. The Queen, Cersei, sat with King Robert. Jaime Lannister sat beside the queen, and beside him another girl, younger, nineteen about, with the same blonde hair and green eyes. This was Young Lady Irika Lannister. The Baratheon children sat below with the Stark children, except for Jon. Erica noticed that both sets were missing one person, the Lannister siblings were missing Tyrion and the Stark children were missing Jon.
She felt bad for the bastards. In a bar wench's dress, she served the royal family and as she reached to Jaime, she smiled. "My apologies for how I acted before, Ser. If it would mean anything to you, I'd like to see you in my quarters tonight."