A/N: I'm so sorry it's so late! But things have been so hectic! I'm going to update again during this week I don't know when and i wont make up a day, but i'll try and update again. I'll definitely update next week tho! ;D Here's some bad-ass Igraine to make up for my abandonment.
Igraine's first few days in Winterfell were strange, as was to be expected for a lion in the wolves den, but surprisingly it wasn't at all unpleasant. She spent her days wondering the castle with either Arya or Robb. The two had decided to get to know one another, and had decided that the pairing wasn't at all too bad. Robb was kind and honorable and not like anyone she'd ever met, He didn't stare… His eyes never lingered on her source of shame. He treated her like a lady and that was all she'd ever wanted. It wasn't just Robb she began to like here, it was the whole place and it's people. Their eyes never judged the commoners smiled and gave greeting as she passed, never avoiding gazes or looks of pity.
So this is how she found herself sat in the training grounds watching Robb alongside Arya and young Bran. Jon and Robb had their blades engaged in almost vicious battle, neither was prepared to lose. and a slight feminine pride arose as she watched the muscles in Robb's arms tense as he swung the sword, He was hers. It was almost animalistic this claim she felt she for him and it made her cheeks redden. Suddenly Jon's feet were swept from under him with a quick stroke of the Auburn haired man's toned legs. Jon whispered something to Robb, which made him turn to where the three stood. He jogged over and smiled at her.
"I've been informed by my father and Arya, that you have a rather distinct prowess with a blade."
"My brother taught me everything I know" She told him proudly, as she jumped the fence to come face to face with him, Though for her it was more... Face to neck. Though the second she finished her sentence she heard the Greyjoy chuckle and scoff the word that she despised 'Imp'. Call her sister a whore, she couldn't careless, Call her father an old selfish bastard. Fine. But what she couldn't tolerate was people tormenting her brother, Tyrion. He was the only person who'd ever understood her. The only proper person she'd gone to for guidance Sure she'd gone to Jaime, he'd hug her and cheer her up. But Tyrion's words... They always helped.
"Excuse me Greyjoy?"
The cheek. He continued chuckling. "I thought you meant the Imp. I doubt he can barely wield a sword."
"He may be half the height, but he's twice the man you'll ever be. Maybe not in body, but in mind i'm sure."
The grounds had turned silent as Igraine's words dishonored the Iron born lordling.
"Take that back, Lannister."
"You ask me to take back the truth, Boy" She asked her eyebrow raised.
He smirked then fury still black in his eyes. "You talk a big fight. But do you have the skills to match."
"Theon. No. She will not fight you." Robb defended his fiancé.
"No, Robb. It is fine. If he wants to be beaten by a woman, I'll happily oblige."
Theon walked over to the rack and picked up a sword, and took his stance. Ready. Jon Snow had walked up to her and handed her his own sword wishing her luck.
"This is madness." Robb told Theon his voice full of authority. "There is no honor in this."
Theon had no chance to reply as Igraine aggressively swung her sword, steel met steel in a deafening shriek as he blocked Rae's resilient attacks; he then retaliated with her own staggering blow. They carried on this way parrying and evading the inevitable as both held the competitive carried on this way fighting tooth and claw, both eager to win neither wanting to face defeat. Finally the match was ended, nearly ten minutes later when Rae swung her long legs, swiping Theon's own from underneath him.
She grabbed his sword from the floor and held one to his neck. "You lose Greyjoy." She spat his last name as if it tasted like filth. She knew the iron born kind. Her father had told them they were a step up from barbarians; They ransacked the dead and took honor in it; calling it the Iron Price. The lioness turned her blonde mane blowing out behind her. The Queen of the food chain didn't gloat in victory, instead she waited. She waited for another enemy to beat and tear to shreds. Finding none she threw the swords into the grass, where from the sheer force, they broke the heavy earth and were left standing. Walking across the field she calmed. The cold air soothed her sweating face, and allowed the anger to dissipate. When she arrived at the fence the children and the two eldest Stark's stood, their eyes wide as they watched the regal creature coming towards them. Arya was the first to speak.
"RAE! YOUR AMAZING!" She told her eyes wide, Robb knew that look on he's little sisters face. Arya had found a new hero in his soon to be wife.
