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II: The Pointy End

Daenerys stepped up to the door of Lady Catelyns private chamber, her heart ripping at the seems as sweat filled her hands which were wrapped into balls of fists. She could hear the fire spiting from within, venomous and hungry. She feared the wrath Catelyn carried in her eyes every time she set eyes on Daenerys. Could she know too? Is that why she hates her more? Because she is here out of honour and a debt being paid?

She unfolded her hand and opened the door stiffly as she moved through, "My Lady," She bowed, "What do I owe for this honour-" She started.

"Sit down." Catelyn moved from her chair by the fire, dropping her knitting to the floor. Daenerys moved past her and sat in the chair opposite. She chose to avoid Catelyn's glances by looking down at the flames that ripped and shredded the wood. Catelyn moved around and walked back over to Daenerys holding a long dress. "This was made for you." She said.

Daenerys stood quickly at her words as if they sent a sting to her skin. She looked down at the dress. It was beautiful, made of a damask pattern, red with black vines growing up the dress wildly. The dress was slim and suited her petite figure with a large shrug of fur attached to the corset for her to slip her arms through to sit across her shoulders and around her neck. The fur was dyed with a deep scarlet colour and on top of the dress sat a red stone diadem linked with gold.

She carefully ran her fingers across the dress feeling the thick, yet soft, dress. Stunned at why Catelyn would give her such a thing, she stood speechless. "Well?" Catelyn asked her irritably.

"My Lady, it's… it's too much to accept." Daenerys looked at her with parted lips. But Catelyn took no notice and returned to the chest where she had got them from. "Well you will accept it. Whether it suites you or not." She told Daenerys.

"Yes, My Lady." Daenerys looked away. She heard Catelyn walk over and take her by the chin, lifting it to look at her. Catelyns' eyes studied Daenerys' face with the same coldness that she saw a million times a day. "Silver hair, beautiful looks… those eyes. You are most unusual." She spoke taking Daenerys by surprise. She was told many in the South wore her colours. "You must feel a freak living in Winterfell where there are such dull colours."

Daenerys looked at Catelyn uncomfortably, "I've known nothing else, My Lady." She reminded her that she grew up in Winterfell. But Catelyn snatched her hand away and sat back down, continuing her knitting. "I'm done with you, go!"

Daenerys was startled as quickly exited at Catelyn's command. Her heart burnt and her hands shook as she shut the door behind her. Daenerys stepped out into the courtyard hoping Catelyn didn't stare from the window as she usually did. She moved quickly and quietly as the mud sucked her feet down and dirtied her dress making it almost impossible to move in.

"Oh-ho." She closed her eyes as she stood mid-centre of the yard. "It's the bride-to-be!" Theon Greyjoy jeered as he stepped over to her. She hated Theon; his smug grin, his pompous attitude. So much conceit for a hostage. She thought as he walked over to her. "If you were my bitch, I'd be fucking you so much my chamber would be the only place you walked." He walked up behind her.

Her skin crawled and she pulled her feet from under the bed, nearly stumbling to the floor. She held herself in place as he laughed along with a few men. "Come, come. How about it?" He sneered.

It was enough. "Does it hurt you so much?" She closed her eyes feeling anger rise within her. Theon stopped laughing.

"What?" He asked, suddenly angered at her daring tongue.

"To be Lord Starks pet dog?" She opened her eyes looking back at him with a cold glare. Theons' face dropped as the men sniggered. He went pink and stepped toward her with a growing fire in his eyes, "You fucking-"

"Theon!" Robb shouted as he marched up to him. Theon looked at Robb and then at Daenerys, who felt terrified. Was she going to be punished for what she said? Would Robb strike her? He never had and never threatened to before but she heard it was a common thing. "Get away, get my horse ready!" He shouted at Theon who walked away quickly. He then took Daenerys by the arm and led her by the crypts.

She expected to be hit. But instead Robb cupped her face with his warm gloved hands. "Are you OK, My Lady?" He asked. Shocked, she just stared at him. Why wasn't he hitting her?

"My Lady?" He repeated.

"Yes, sorry, My Lord." She looked down and frowned abit. Robb lifted her head to look at him though before dropping his left hand and holding her hand in it. "Don't let him speak to you like that again. OK?" He told her. She just nodded. "Come, sit."

They both sat on two barrels by the doors of the cold, damp crypts. "Since the King rides North, we are to be married in days. I just want to tell you, ignore the eyes." He whispered to her, "You'll be mine and nobody else's. They will not sneer without sneering at me first." That made her smile.

"You do not have to be kind to me. I know what marriage is. Babies, heirs." She said looking at him. She knew he disliked her as much as Catelyn, Theon and the people of Winterfell. But his reaction was not as she expected; "I'm a man of honour. However, you have nothing that I hate. I hate the fact that I'm being married but not the fact that its to you." He said to her.

"What would you rather be?" She asked him quietly.

He looked at the floor and for one moment he was the boy she grew up knowing, Little Robby. "I don't know." He admitted. Daenerys kissed his cheek before picking herself up from the barrel and feeling less scared of Robb and more scared of the idea of marriage. Like Robb, she didn't know who she wanted to be. However, unlike Robb, she had no choice.

Robb stood and put his hand on her cheek again, "My Lady." He said before walking away. She walked past the crypts trying to shake away the feeling of fear. But it was like a tic on a cat, attached to her.

But it wasn't just fear that chased her, it was a shadow. She caught a glimpse of it out of the corner of her eye. Speeding up it too late. Hands wrapped around her throat, dragging her back into the crypts. Her feet dragged and bloodied as he grabbed her hair and tightened his grip on her throat, by one hand now. She clawed at his hand trying scream.

He soon threw her at the floor. Pinning both her hands down with one hand and another around her throat his grisly teeth bared from under his hood. "Valyrian steel cuts throats like a knife cuts butter." He hissed in her face. His hand unclasped her throat and slipped out a short sword from his belt. Her throat had closed and screaming had been shortened to rasping loudly. "The Lannisters send their regards." He whispered but his steel left no mark on Daenerys, for Ice was imbedded into his neck.