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Winter Dragon


Gracefully, the newborn snowflakes were descending from the white cloudy skies, and next to the beautiful colossal tree, wildfire was dancing. It was cold. A chilling, freezing feeling that settled in her bones and wouldn't vanish. They fell so lightly on the cold ground, and Andralyn knew that it would soon cover the whole land. She had always loved the snow, and the coldness that came with it. The leaves shone silver on the trees, and the violet-eyed girl slowly reached out her hand and touched the new-fallen snow with her fingertips, enjoying as the coldness swept through her whole body. She wondered exactly how it must feel to be in a warmer land right now, instead of Winterfell. She knew she shouldn't be here, she wasn't supposed to breathing at all, really.

It had all been because of Lord Stark's kindness she was even seeing anything right now. If he hadn't saved her life that day, she would be nothing now. Maybe she was supposed to be Princess once, close to her family that ruled all of Westeros. Yet everything had been destroyed so wickedly, and she was left with not knowing anything except the North. In her prayers at night, she was thankful to the gods for giving her this, for making her feel so safe and warm within the icy walls of Winterfell. She loved it here, but still she cried and dreamt of knowing the family that had been so shamelessly ripped away from her.

She had heard whispers since her childhood - of her family. ''Madness''' was the whispered word that she had heard many times around the courtyard. It may have been faintly spoken behind her back with glances snuck at her, but the words still sliced her like a piercing sword. Andralyn hadn't understood what they meant at first when she heard it as a young child, but it had haunted her at dark nights where she was left alone with her thoughts. She knew she was somehow wrong, she looked so different from everyone else in Winterfell. But still nothing of that mattered as she was with the Starks, her family. The North may not be her home or where she truly belongs - but it was where her heart lay, and she wouldn't want to be anywhere else in Westeros except here. Because regardless, she didn't mind it at all. The icy cold had grown to be as much of a part of her as the burning flames within her. Because that's what she was, one of two things.

Andralyn sometimes wondered exactly why Lord Stark had helped her in the time when she doubted that any other man would have. She had been told by Old Nan that her father was an evil man, with a mind to kill. She had been told that a man named Ser Willem Darry had tried to take her with him across the Narrow Sea, but didn't have the time to take her as the rebel soldiers marched into her chamber first and took her in front of his watching eyes. Instead the knight took her only remaining siblings with him - Viserys and Daenerys. Andy herself, had been taken to the new King; Robert Baratheon. And with such hatred as the King had for her family, he had immediately wanted her dead. Yet, Jon Arryn halted him, and Andralyn didn't truly know why the unknown man had saved her life.

After, an agreement had been made. Eddard Stark had taken her home to Winterfell with him. All those fifteen years - she has always felt like one of the family. She could close her eyes and sometimes think of herself as a true Stark, but that was only ridiculous. Still, she envied them senseless and loved them all. She had been Lord Stark's ward for every day she has lived, and yet under the circumstances she did not feel like a hostage nor a prisoner. They had all made her their family - and she would forever be thankful for their kindness.

''Andy!'' The silver-haired girl quickly diverted her hand from the white snow and turned around. Her long hair hit her cold, sore face painfully in the process, and her violet eyes focused on the skinny, young girl in front of her.

Arya was clothed in a jerkin and black breeches, something Andralyn knew her lady mother would scold at her later for. Her dark hair was done in a messy braid, with hair sticking out in every way. Arya Stark was a pretty girl, with a willful soul and an even more witty mouth. She favored her father's Stark coloring rather than her mother's Tully. She had a long face, dark-brown hair and dark eyes. To Andralyn, she looked so much like her lord father that it was almost frightening. Arya looked at Andralyn with annoying, dark eyes, and she put the hand that wasn't clutching the bow in her hand - on her waist in a stubborn motion. ''You are supposed to teach me this, not look at the snow.''

Andralyn shook her head with a light smile. It was true though, she had promised to teach Arya archery better. They always used to sneak out from the castle whenever everyone were busy. The first time the idea had struck them, they had marched out to the woods and found an amazing place to train, and before Andralyn knew it - they had started to sneak out more often than usual. It was much better to do this alone, both of them thought. Far away from the sneaking glances and the mocking laughs that the boys usually gave them as they watched them miss the target. They had started to sneak out for about three years ago, and both girls had surprisingly grown better than they thought possible. As Andralyn smiled and walked up to her, Arya armed her bow again with a grin.

''I am teaching you,'' Andralyn laughed. ''Though, I doubt that I am any better than you.''

''I saw you yesterday.'' Arya snorted, her grey eyes watching the target and her fingers tightening on the bow as she focused. ''Theon didn't know what hit him. I swear that you made his jaw drop to the ground.''

Arya released the arrow swiftly, and Andralyn's violet eyes followed the spurring arrow as it landed a little outside the target. She watched as the young Stark girl huffed in annoyance, kicking on the snowy ground.

''Theon deserved it.'' Andralyn announced as she walked to the target, taking a strong grip on the arrow before she tugged it away from the target again. She turned around and smiled at Arya who looked awfully miserable with her shot. ''It was good, Arya. A few more of these shots and you will be the best archer in Winterfell.''

''Yeah, right.'' Arya huffed again, her hand reaching up to push away a strand of her dark hair that had fallen in her eyes because of the wind. ''And then I am sure that Septa Mordane will tell me that I am the best stitcher as well.''

''Now you are ridiculous, Arya.'' Andralyn smiled in humor. ''You know that I am the best stitcher in Winterfell.''

Andralyn pretend to be offended by frowning as Arya laughed out into the cold air, knowing that Andralyn was possibly worse than her at stitching. There was one time when she had tried to stitch a wolf, but it ended up looking more like a rotten tomato. After that, Andralyn had started to pout every time she picked up a needle; and it only made Arya's days much better.

Finally, the silver-haired girl cracked a smile. She walked back to Arya with the arrow clutched in her hand, her violet eyes travelled to the weapon and then to the young Stark girl. ''You know, I think that they are back from the hunt now.'' she said with a small smile, seeing Arya rolling her eyes. ''We can't be here forever, Arya.'' The Stark girl suddenly tugged the arrow from her hand and got ready to release it again. Andralyn sighed. ''If Lady Stark finds out what we are doing, she will never let us out of her sight again.''

Arya's grey eyes briefly flickered to Andralyn. ''Just one more shot.''

Andralyn rolled her eyes, crossing her arms over her chest. ''One.'' she agreed with a small sigh.

The silver-haired girl looked as the Stark girl shot the arrow at the target again, and she had to blink her violet eyes several times as she saw it hitting right in the middle. She thought she may had dreamt it all, but when she saw Arya throwing the wooden-bow into the air and scream in happiness - Andralyn joined in and clapped her hands with a joyful shout. The smile on her face was bright, and she thought she may never brush it off. She shrieked in surprise as Arya jumped on her and hugged her tightly, and Andralyn wound her own arms around the small girl's slender frame. Soon, she released her from the hug and Arya jumped back, the biggest and lightest smile playing on her lips.

''You saw that, Andy?'' she laughed. ''Please say you saw that!''

Andralyn smiled widely. ''I saw it, Arya! I can barely believe it!''

They stayed for a while after that, both of them admiring the shot that Arya had made. Andralyn knew that they would soon have to return to the courtyard, but Gods, she couldn't get the words out of her mouth as she saw Arya's happy smile of success. Moments later though, she announced to Arya that they should, indeed, go back now. So, after they had hidden the equipment in the usual place in a big tree - they started to walk towards the courtyard with quick steps, still talking of Arya's archery skills.

They arrived quick enough to the courtyard, and Andralyn looked around the snowy place that was her home. There were not many people out this day, except the few who had to work in order to provide for themselves. The snow had started to settle beautifully upon the ground here too, and as Andralyn and Arya quietly walked through it - she noticed that it was awfully quiet.

That was until they heard shouts of encouragement in the distant, and people loudly clapping their hands together. Andralyn and Arya briefly locked eyes, both looking as clueless as the other one was feeling. They nodded slowly, before they made their way over to the strange sound. Before long, Andralyn caught sight of a group of people standing in a circle, cheering for something in the middle. The silver-haired girl made her way through the laughing people and as her violet eyes saw what it was everyone was so excited about; she shook her head with a light smile on her face.

Before everyone, Robb and Theon were sword-fighting, trying to make the other one fall down on the snowy ground. The silver-haired girl should have known that it would have been so. It had been many times that Robb and Theon had argued, and before long, they had both started to argue on the topic of sword-fighting although it wasn't even near the first thing they started to fight about. Usually, Theon came up with a snarky comment that he was much better than Robb, and Robb being the stubborn wolf he was; always had to prove the Greyjoy different. Andralyn only wondered exactly what it was they were fighting about this time. She only hoped that they would soon see how ridiculous they truly were and stop fighting like they were at the age of Rickon. Arya behind her though, had started to clap her hand in happiness at seeing the fight and shouted her eldest brother's name in encouragement.

Andralyn's violet eyes flickered back at the fight again. She watched with a pounding heart as Robb struck forward quickly, and his wood-sword hit Theon harshly in the chest, creating a painful noise that had everyone watching take in a small hiss of air. Theon, not liking to be overlooked; instantly struck out his hand so that his hand connected with Robb's face. Andralyn gasped, her eyes narrowing to slits as she saw that Robb started to bleed, a red strain falling down his split lip. Robb's blue Tully eyes darkened, looking much like his lord father when fury was strongly born in him. Robb's gloved fist tightly clutched the wood-sword and Andy gasped as he quickly and strongly swayed the weapon around again, and with a loud thud and a grunt from Theon; it connected with Theon's face and the Ironborn boy was lying down on the snow.

Robb's blue eyes cockily watched as Theon glared up at him. Andralyn could have sworn that Theon was to hit him if his lips hadn't curled up into a grin, a light chuckle escaping him. ''You win this time, Stark.'' Theon grinned, and he accepted Robb's hand which offered him help up from the cold, snowy ground. Andralyn shook her head with a small smile as she watched Robb return the grin, his more wolfish than ever.

''Don't I always, Greyjoy?''

The people around them departed slowly one by one, and soon the only people left were the ones Andy had grown to love as her family. Arya immediately walked up to Theon, Robb and Jon, and Andy saw Jon's hand ruffle her already disheveled, brown hair; to which Arya pushed away his hand away from her with an angry frown. Andralyn quickly followed, and her blue dress dragged in the white snow behind her. As she arrived before them, she watched as Robb's blue eyes lightened, and she couldn't help but grin in humor.

''What happened while you were away?'' Andy shook her head, gesturing between Robb and Theon. ''It must have been awfully bad if you were to smash each other's heads when you arrived back.''

Theon rolled his dark eyes. ''I simply said that if anyone was to shoot that target correctly, and with the first arrow; there was a greater chance that it would be me.'' he smirked, wiping away the blood on his lip. ''It is nothing to worry your pretty little head over, Silver.''

Andralyn frowned slightly, her violet eyes narrowing at the lean, dark-haired boy before her.

Robb, seeing this; quickly stepped in between them, his playful smile making Andralyn feel uncomfortably warm and twitchy. She quickly inspected him as he looked at her the same. Her violet eyes scanned his auburn curls that had grown awfully long, something Andralyn knew that Lady Stark would soon take care off. She knew his mother never liked when his eyes didn't show. He had a brown jerkin on as well as dark breeches, and the wooden-sword was still tightly clutched in his firm hand. As she met his Tully eyes, he chuckled; turning around and pointing at Theon. ''We all knew, that someone with such a selfish mind; could not shoot that board. I was simply the one who spoke it up first.''

Andralyn enjoyed watching Theon's smirk vanish as his ego was bruised once again. The silver-haired girl was just about to say something about it but caught her tongue as she saw someone walking closer to them. She turned her head around, and couldn't help but smile broadly as she saw Jon who looked at them all with a grin.

His black mop of hair had already grown to his eyes, and Andralyn found herself missing those black-grey eyes that were always watching her with happiness and love. There was no doubt that Lady Stark wouldn't care if Jon wasn't to cut his hair, she wouldn't even notice. Even Andralyn knew that he hated it, mostly because of all the complaining he has made every time she tells him about it - Andralyn knew that she would have to remind herself to try and cut Jon's hair in his sleep some night again, remembering that it didn't work well the last time she had tried it. She had to hide for several days after he woke up in the middle of the night and caught her with sharp scissors in her left hand and his dark curls in her right.

He had forgiven her though, he always did. Mostly because they couldn't be apart for more than one day. It had always been so. They were both different, both of them had always felt like they didn't truly belong in Winterfell. Somehow Andralyn knew that they were both as broken as the other, and together; they were whole. She couldn't truly explain it, but she knew that she needed Jon, her friend and brother in everything but blood and name.

''After, they had surprisingly started to argue about who was best at sword fighting, although it was that pig that had started it all. I had no idea how they came to that conclusion, but I suggested that they found out when we arrived at Winterfell so they could for once keep quiet and not scare away the animals that took hours to find.''

Andralyn shook her head gingerly, her silver hair brushing in the cold breeze. ''That sounds oddly familiar.''

Suddenly, they could hear footsteps in the watery snow and they all turned their eyes towards the sound. Andralyn could not help but smile as she watched small Bran jump into the wet puddles that had started to form upon the ground. The fallen snowflakes had already started to make Bran's thick auburn hair wet. Behind him, Lord Stark and Jory Cassel were walking. They seemed to be oblivious to Bran though, as he jumped into such a big puddle that cold, dirty water reached up to his waist; and Andralyn couldn't help but laugh as she watched Bran's blue eyes narrow, as if the puddle had offended his skills.

Upon hearing laughter, Bran's blue eyes snapped upwards and caught sight of his siblings and close friends. As fast as a flash, Bran jumped out from the puddle and instantly started running towards them with his short legs. He was awfully fast for a boy who had his seventh name day two moons ago. Although, Bran had always been fast; especially at climbing. Nonetheless, Bran was one of the sweetest boys that Andralyn had ever met, and he was well-loved by everyone in Winterfell, although he caused much trouble.

Before the silver-haired girl knew it, Bran came crashing into her; and it knocked her breath away. She quickly caught herself though, and she returned the hug strongly, picking him up and completely ignoring how soaked his clothes were. She could hear distant laughter from behind her, and she turned around and glared at them for laughing at how Bran's small frame almost knocked her to the ground. She reassured her hold on the small Stark, and pecked his cold-red cheek in greeting.

''Little wolf.'' she greeted the small boy with a laugh. ''Your lady mother will be very angry at you for soaking down your clothes.''

Bran only smiled in humor. ''Not if she doesn't notice.''

Robb barked out a laughter at his younger brother. ''Mother notices everything, Bran'' he shook his head, his blue eyes dancing with amusement. ''She even notices things before we do it.''

Bran didn't get to answer for suddenly Lord Stark and Jory Cassel came up to them. Lord Stark was clothed in his dark furs, and his dark, shoulder-length hair matched his dark-grey, steel-eyes perfectly. He had a long face, and his beard had started to grey by the years, making him look far older than his thirty-four years. Beside him, his closest guard, Jory Cassel, was walking. As the two men arrived before them, Andralyn could see Lord Stark's grey eyes catching sight of Robb and Theon who still had their wooden-swords tightly clutched in their gloved hands. He released a chuckle into the cold air.

''I see that you two finally came to an agreement.''

Jon snorted. ''If coming to an agreement' means smashing each other's noses, then that's what they did.''

Lord Stark only chuckled, and his hand ruffled Arya's disheveled hair as he walked pass his daughter to stand between Robb and Jon, making the youngest Stark daughter screw her face up. ''Sometimes that's all it needs.''

Andralyn smiled softly at Jory as he stood beside her and enveloped her in a warm hug; making Bran between them adorably twitch. It was a long time since Andralyn had talked to the man she had missed greatly. Jory had always been like her family, being so close to the Starks as well. He was a kind man who had taught her much in archery, almost all she knows; and he had always been so sweet and thoughtful to her.

As Jory let her go from his warm embrace, Andralyn smiled brightly at him.

''It was a long time since I've seen your lovely face, Andralyn.'' Jory smiled, gently patting her on the head like he always did when she was but a child. ''That will have to change.''

Andralyn felt her stomach clench pleasantly. Yes, the snow truly was a part of her. She may be a dragon with the fire burning so strongly inside of her; but she wanted to spend the rest of her remaining days with the wolves she loved so much. This icy land was her home. And doubtless, ice and fire were meant to collide.

Before long, Lord Stark and Jory had to leave, possibly talking about matters Andy did not know of, and she doubted that she should either. She smiled lightly at Lord Stark as he passed her, and he told her to try and keep all of them from trouble. Andralyn's violet eyes watched as the two men walked from the courtyard and into the castle. Andralyn knew that they all should walk into the warmth for the dark was to cover the sky all too soon, but she couldn't seem to say it. She had always loved to be out at nights like this, when the snowflakes fell from the sky and into her hair. Nights where she could really see that Winterfell truly was the most beautiful, exquisite place in all of Westeros. Andralyn had heard stories of King's Landing and the beauty of the giant castles, even though, she doubted that the fineness of the mighty south could conquer the delicate sight of Winterfell and the north that held it.

So, instead of walking into the warmth of the castles; they all decided to compete again. Andralyn leaned back against the wet, wooden-pole and watched as Jon and Theon decided to fight each other.

As she felt a frame stand beside her, she tensed instantly and immediately grew uncomfortable; cursing herself for being like that. But she knew exactly who was standing beside her, his arm brushing hers innocently, and yet the small caress was the only thing she could think of. She could not even get her mind straight when Theon knocked Jon down on the ground, and she instead tried to do anything to calm down and think of it as it truly was.

He is like my brother, Andralyn quickly argued with herself at the same time she heard Robb let out a laugh as he was focused on the fight before them, oblivious to her devilish thoughts. I have grown up by his side, and he thinks of me as his sister and his sister only. It is not right for me to feel like this.

She swallowed thickly, taking a deep breath.

''Who do you think will win this time?''

Andralyn was surprised by his voice, but she quickly caught her tongue; trying to tell herself not to dwell.

''I would say Jon, but by the way they are going in circles; I think Theon is going to strike him first.''

''I think that is very likely.'' Robb answered, a small smile upon his lips.

Andralyn's violet eyes were focused on the two boys who had yet to take the first hit, and she sighed deeply. ''It usually takes them such a long time to finally strike the first blow.''

Robb chuckled lightly, making Andy's stomach tingle. ''That's the perk.'' Robb's head turned towards her, and Andy caught his blue eyes as they burned holes through her. ''No doubt that we would have fought better.''

Andralyn pouted jokingly at the Stark beside her. ''It's you who refuse to fight me. I've tried for years to no end, and you only end up declining me every time.''

A heat went through her body as she felt his soft hand settle upon her own, and she couldn't help but blush wildly at the caress. She wasn't sure if she should grab it, or just stay still. She had no doubt that it was no more than a friendly gesture, still, her stomach clenched without her consent. Being as innocent as she was, she didn't even know how to hold a boy's hand correctly, if it wasn't Rickon or Bran's hands. Least of all a boy that could make her heart pound faster by every look. A boy she should feel nothing for.

''That's because I am supposed to protect you, and keep you safe.'' Robb's blue eyes bored into her violet ones, and she could feel her cheeks growing even more heated at his words. ''I will never fight you, but fight for you''

Andralyn didn't answer, but kept her hand lightly in his own and let him hold onto it. His words was still lingering in her mind, and she tried to swat them away the best she could; but they had already settled in her mind and she doubted that she would ever get rid of them. Her violet eyes drifted away from him nervously, and she focused on Jon and Theon instead. She wondered exactly why she would have to feel like this, and why she couldn't have those innocent thoughts in her head towards him, just like she had when she was younger and thought of Robb as her brother. Doubtless, she was still lying to herself. She had never seen Robb as her brother. She had never felt the same towards him as she felt for Jon, and it would only be a lie if she told herself otherwise.

She suddenly felt like someone was watching her again, and her violet eyes flickered to her side to catch Robb's blue eyes still focusing on her so breathtakingly. As quickly as it occurred, Robb nervously looked away from her and looked at the fight once again, trying to act like he had not been staring at her. Andralyn furrowed her eyebrows in confusion, mostly because of the way her stomach nervously clenched as she saw him, and the way she had started to bite down on her bottom-lip without her consent.

Although, she couldn't seem to look away from him, it was an impossible task. And as she watched his blue eyes flick to her, and as their eyes locked; Andralyn wondered for the hundredth time exactly why her heart started to pound painfully hard against her chest.


As the sun had gone down upon the sky, they had all been informed that the food was served at The Great Hall. There was food placed upon the table and it was more than he thought fifty men could eat. His lord father had invited his soldiers to the small feast, and Robb tried to remind himself to do the same in the future. His men admired his father, and it was only right for Robb to do the same. If he was going to be lord of Wintefell one day, he would have to try to be at least half the great man his father is.

He watched as Theon who had been seated beside him - eat to no end, his fingers greasy by the chicken he still was biting on. Beside him, his brother Jon sat and Robb could see that his brother was annoyed by Theon's disgusting hunger for everything and everyone. Robb himself, was not even nearly hungry and he sighed deeply, his blue eyes searching through the large room. The Great Hall was nowhere near crowded, yet he had trouble finding that someone he had been looking for the whole night. It was all tragic, he knew so, and yet he couldn't stop looking until he would find that girl with the snowy hair. The people were laughing and talking so loud that Robb had trouble even hearing what Theon said with his mouth full.

Still, he could hear her laughter above everything else, and it made him stir in his chair.

Robb's blue eyes desperately searched for her, and as he finally caught sight of the silver-haired girl; he had trouble in looking away. She had been seated at another table, beside Sansa and the little Rickon who had cried for her, refusing to have her sit with any other than himself. Robb could understand his brother very well, wishing he could hold her just as tight and refuse any other to have her as well. Just as that desire was so strong that it had his whole body shaking, the knowledge that it would never happen; held him back. His gazing eyes watched as Andy threw her head back and laughed at something Rickon said, and knowing that he caused her such happiness, Rickon smiled greatly, his small teeth showing in victory.

His eyes flickered back to Andy, and he inspected her carefully. She was still clothed in that blue gown that held an appealing pattern that Robb had yet to know the meaning of. The dress was beautiful on her, and it hugged her curves perfectly. He remember having trouble looking away from her in the courtyard this day, his eyes always accidentally drifting to her chest. Her long, silver-hair that held the color of the cold snow around them - reached down to her lower back; hanging down in soft curls. It looked almost like her hair was of velvet, and he had always wanted to run his hands through it; to find out if it really was as soft as it looked. Her eyes and her hair were the most divergent things ever; holding colors Robb have yet to see elsewhere.

Her beauty is teasing me, Robb thought. I am a fool for her.

Robb had heard that love doesn't come easy, that love grows in time. But thinking and dreaming of Andralyn was possibly the easiest things Robb had ever done. He briefly wondered how it all happened. He had always had the strong urge to keep her safe. But now, instead of playfully pouring water over her; he wanted to find out how her lips tasted, and how her soft skin felt like under his fingers. It felt like he had been poisoned, but by something good and exhausting.

''You truly are pathetic, Stark.'' Robb's eyes flickered back to Theon who had finally finished the chicken, and was now looking at him with a smug smirk, his dark eyes playful. As Robb saw his vision drifting between himself and Andy who was still laughing - Robb wished that he would have just continued with the chicken and let it all be. ''I may accept your annoying stare if your only desire is to find out what's hidden under that dress.''

''Why don't you stop being a prick, Greyjoy?'' Robb spoke with fury, his eyes narrowing to slits.

Theon rolled his dark eyes, a playful smirk on his face. ''It's no secret that you want her.''

''Shut up, Greyjoy, before I make you.'' Robb was surprised as he heard Jon beat him to answer, and he surprisingly watched as his brother growled venomously at the Ironborn. His grey eyes were filled with anger, and it looked awfully much like he wanted to beat the Greyjoy right there. Robb's hand clapped down on his shoulder, trying to prevent his brother from doing something that would likely blow up dangerously. It was no surprise that Jon was the closest to Andy of them all three, and having him protect her only settled right. Still, this behavior was strangely uncommon coming from Jon, although Andy was the topic.

He watched as Jon's fury slowly faded, and his grey eyes flickered between Robb and Greyjoy before he shook his head and took a bite of his food.

Letting the whole small exchange go with a smug look on his face; Greyjoy quickly chuckled as his dark eyes caught sight of a brown-haired girl who must be the daughter of one of his father's closest guards. Robb did not know her name, but he had seen Sansa and Andralyn talk with her time from time in the courtyard. Knowing Theon, he wouldn't let her go anytime soon.

So, with the familiar boredom starting to fill him again; he did the one thing that he always did, and his blue eyes drifted to that table again. Greyjoy truly was right, he was pathetic; but the desire to just look at her was way too strong for him to fight. He guessed it had grown to be an instinct to seek out for Andralyn. That's why his heart twitched in panic as he did not find her between a sleeping Rickon and a tired, eye-dropping Sansa, instead she had left an empty spot behind. Robb did not feel comfortable with her being somewhere he did not know, and his blue eyes wandered through the hall for the hundredth time.

But then her sweet smell hit him, and his lips tugged upwards just before he could feel someone's small frame sit down between him and Jon. He turned his head to her, and she was already smiling so beautifully up at him; her violet eyes glittering out of humor. He briefly wondered if she had seen his troubled, panicked face as he noticed she was gone. If she had, she did not show it.

''I see Rickon finally let you go.'' Robb observed with a light smile, gesturing to his sleeping three-year old brother who his lady mother had now scooted up in her arms.

''If he had not fallen asleep, I would still be sitting there. Not that I minded, he is much more fun than you.'' The silver-haired girl answered, her violet eyes glimmering with playfulness.

Robb looked at her with humor. ''Oh, is he?''

Andralyn only smiled, their eyes locking together once again. Silence corrupted them, and soon Robb could see a faint blush cover her pale cheeks as her beautiful eyes diverted from his. He could not help but feel a small pride, knowing that he was the reason for her sudden shyness.

''Where is Jon?'' Andy's voice finally asked, and he knew as well that she was trying to brush away the sudden change of air.

Robb looked to her side to see that his brother did not sit there any longer, and his eyebrows furrowed in confusion. ''He must have left.''

''Indeed he did.'' Theon spoke up, before grinning at the two of them. ''You would have seen also, if you wouldn't have been too busy eye-fucking each other.''

Andralyn blushed deeply, ''Theon,'' she hissed as she stood up and reached over to punch him in the arm, only making the Greyjoy laugh louder when her small hand did no damage. ''We did not, you prick.''

Greyjoy stood up and he grinned at them once again. ''If you would excuse me, I will find someone to share my bed for the night.'' he laughed shortly. ''Not everyone has the luck you two have.'' With that, he walked away; leaving Robb and Andy to look after him with burning glances. Now, the tension between them only were even more tensed, and Robb awkwardly shifted next to her.

''No one should dwell over what comes out of his mouth.'' He tried hurriedly, his eyes catching hers. ''Sorry about that.''

Andralyn smiled again, shaking her head gingerly, making her snowy-hair sway beautifully. ''You are something, Robb.'' Her eyes searched for something in his face. ''Apologizing for something that was not your fault. How can you be so honorable and stupid at the same time?''

He breathily chuckled at her comment.

Suddenly Andralyn leaped forward, and her rosy lips pressed a feather kiss to his cheek. A shiver instantly rocketed down his spine at the contact, and he had to control himself not to show it too much. It was unbelievably humiliating, the reaction she had on him. He was hers to torment, and Gods, she could really make it all so horribly painful.

She smiled one last time at him before she turned around and walked away and his blue eyes followed her as she walked out from the Great Hall. But although she may be gone, she left that tingling sensation in his cheek, and Robb could still feel how her lips had felt against his skin. She also left that intoxicating smell of hers behind, making him feel nervous and soothed at the same time.

She had awaked something inside of him, and Robb Stark knew that he could never possibly be the same again.


The sun had gone down a long time ago. Still, Jon Snow was walking down the silent, cold halls with miserable steps. He should be in bed now, shouldn't be out doing no good. If someone was to catch him, he was sure that his father would scowled him. But sleeping seemed to be impossible at times like this. So, instead he continued walking like he had done since the feast.

The night was all too quiet, and all that could be heard was the breezing wind.

She hadn't even noticed him gone at the feast. It hurt, of course it did. If she was nowhere to be seen, he would notice as soon as she left; and just like always, he would be looking for her the second after that. She does not feel for you what you feel for her. He knew so, he had always known so. She loved his brother, Just as Robb loved her, Jon thought sadly. She may not have said it out loud for him to hear, but it was all in the way she looked at him; just like he had wished for her to look at him. But what were one supposed to do when the two people he loves most finds love together? It was not easy, but he also knew that Andralyn would look at him with no other eyes than now.

Love gave more pain and ache than happiness and infinity, he had learned. He and Robb, as two children; had always thought that it was stupid to fight for a girl. But Jon found himself wondering if he would be willing to fight Robb for Andralyn's love. Yes, he thought after a while of thinking of the silver-haired girl. If my love was returned by her.

It wasn't though. It never would.

Out of nowhere, his thought were interrupted by a creaking sound, and Jon quickly hid himself behind one of the cold stone-walls; his heart starting to pound painfully hard in fear that someone will find him out here in the dark. He sneakily leaned forward to try and see who the intriguer was. His grey eyes squinted in the darkness, and he could see a shadow move. He swallowed thickly, his mind trying to comprehend who this someone was. It could easily be one of the guards, or maybe his lord father himself.

But then he saw something silver, and he instantly felt a small wave of recognition hit him as his grey eyes looked at the all too familiar color. It was Andralyn, he saw. Her footsteps were light, and by the faint breaths; Jon knew that she was trying to be as quiet as possible. She herself was trying to not be found by anyone for she should not wander in the halls at this time either. Somehow, Jon found himself growing angry at her for being out this late; knowing that his lord father had strictly forbad every one of the children, him included, to be out in the dark without someone to protect them.

Jon crossed his arms over his chest. The fact that he himself had done the exact same thing wasn't at his mind as he saw her quietly sneak pass him, trying to be as cautious as could be. Finally, when she was so close that he could touch her, he spoke up in the darkness.

''If you are trying to hide, you will have to disguise that silver hair of yours.''

A frightened gasp slipped from her lips, and she jumped by his sudden voice. She swayed around quickly, her violet eyes wide and scared. When she saw that it was him though, she took a deep breath; reaching her hand up to settle over her heart. She closed her eyes in relief, and released a shaky, breathy laugh. ''Jon, Gods…''

Her legs were still trembling, and she looked very shaken from the surprise. As fast as fury had hit him, knowing that it could be dangerous to be alone here; he felt pity take him over and he took a step closer to her, his hand settling on her shoulder in a reassuring gesture. He smiled gently at her, seeing her roll her violet eyes at him; her own lips tugging upwards.

''What are you doing out here?'' He asked her, his voice surpassingly calm and warm. ''You know it's dangerous to be out here all alone in the dark.''

Andralyn smiled up at him. ''I read Sansa a story. She could not sleep, and it was a long time ago since we read together.''

Jon nodded, his grey eyes watching as Andralyn's eyes narrowed in humor at him.

''What are you doing out here yourself?'' Her doubtful voice asked him. ''I doubt that you came here just to scare girls to death.''

''I could not sleep.'' he confessed, telling the half of the truth. Why he couldn't sleep, he didn't tell her.

She gave him a smile of sadness. ''Are you feeling well?'' she reached her hand up and gently settled it over his fore-head. Jon knew she was looking if he was warm, but it was her hand that set him on fire, in the greatest of ways. ''You do not look fine.''

That is because I am not fine, he thought quietly. He wondered how he could feel so warm and miserable at the same time when she stood this close to him, her soft, heated hand on his wintery skin. But he quickly brushed away the thought and smiled at the silver-haired girl before him. ''I feel fine, just trying to make myself tired.''

Her lips twitched upwards in a small smile. ''Then I will not keep you any longer.'' her hand left him. ''Goodnight, Jon.''

''Sleep well, Andy.'' Jon answered, his breath leaving him as she embraced him with her warmth. It was at times like this when he could truly understand that she was a dragon after all. A true Targaryen with the fire burning so brightly in her. Her arms held him tightly, and he couldn't help but wind his arms around her just as tight. Although he didn't want to let her go, he was the first one to lean away; not being able to take her embrace any longer without doing something that would make her hate him.

Instead, she smiled gently and turned around. His grey eyes watched her until she was out of sight and he could see her snowy hair vanish as the darkness consumed her, and although he had told her that he would return to his chambers as well; he couldn't seem to do so. Instead, he started to walk again; his mind even more restless than before.

He could only hope; that one day she may look at him with different eyes. That was highly unbelievable though, and it felt much more like a delusion he was a fool for dreaming of. He was the bastard, and she was… not his.


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