Elyssia Thorne -Age 13
Theon Greyjoy- Age 15
Robb Stark- Age 14
Jon Snow- Age 14
"Theon Greyjoy you take that back or I swear to the seven I'll-"
Elyssia was cut off by a smirking Theon. "Do what? You don't even follow the seven. And your precious tree god can't find you here"
"Gods" She hissed at him. "There are more than just one you imbecile."
"Just because there's more than one tree that you bow to doesn't mean they can reach you here in the North, Lady Elyssia" Theon taunted. "You're surrounded by ancient trees and foreign gods. What could you possibly swear to."
"I'll swear on my life that I'll be the end of you yet, Theon Greyjoy" Elyssia protested, throwing a seething look in Robb's direction. "Would you help me? He's your friend, Robb. Not mine"
Robb raised his hands in defeat as the young girl turned on him, her expression absolutely frosty. Elyssia and Theon had been bickering back and forth for a good two hours, tossing insults and snark back and forth. The entire display had been much to Jon's, and the rest of men in the training yard's, amusement, but Robb was bored. And frankly all he wanted was to stop the fighting so that they could get back to inside before his mother came looking for them.
"This is between the two of you" He answered. "It's not my fault he decided to tell you that your aim was bad"
"Bad?" Theon scoffed. "There are crippled bed slaves in Yunkai that could shoot better than she could"
Thwack. Elyssia had taken one of the training arrows, taken aim, and fired. Her shot hit Theon directly in the chest, knocking the air out of him in a blow that was sure to leave a mark. Robb and Jon watched in dismay as Theon stumbled backwards from the hit, toppling into the deep puddle behind him. Elyssia smirked, clearly pleased with herself as her victim got to his feet, a dark fury already on his face.
"How was that shot, Theon?" Elyssia goaded. "Good enough to best some cripple now?"
"How dare you!" Theon glared, his fist clenching.
"Oh please. It'll barely bruise. Just avoid that damn brothel in the village for a week or so and there will be no one to spread tales of how the great Theon Greyjoy was bested by a girl with a bow and training arrow." Elyssia rolled her eyes.
"Theon!" Both Robb and Jon shouted as Theon nearly leaped across the narrow fence that divided the two sides of the training area. He grabbed for Elyssia wildly, clearly too infuriated to think about what he was doing.
Before either Jon or Robb could move, Theon was on the ground, holding one hand to his now bleeding forehead. Elyssia had taken the bow in her hands and swung hard, catching Theon in his temple just hard enough to snap the string. The results were mild scratches on her hands, and a shallow but bloody wound above Theon's eyes. Several guardsmen doubled over laughing.
"Come after me again, Greyjoy. And I'll make sure you get to meet your Drowned God sooner than planned" Elyssia said, out of breath and clearly shocked at her own actions.
"That's enough" A sharp voice cut off the laughter of the guardsmen and thoroughly stopped Theon's protesting. "If you're done beating each other, it seems Theon needs to see the Maester. And Elyssia needs to return to the Septa. Where she belongs"
Lord Stark wore a grim expression on his face as stood just outside the training yard. His arms were crossed tightly over his chest, stance firm with the great sword Ice gleaming brightly in the sun. He didn't smile as Elyssia walked past him, having returned the bow she'd used to the bench that held multiple training weapons.
"My apologizes, Lord Stark" Elyssia said as she sulked past him, heading to the stone doorway where Robb's mother was waiting with a tense expression.
"And Theon" Robb watched as his father zeroed in on Theon as his friend tried to slip past the lord, still holding his bleeding head.
"Yes Lord Stark?" Theon asked, eyes to the ground as he answered.
"You could have at least ducked"