Game of Thrones: The New Stark
Chapter 3 of my Game of Thrones story, enjoy.
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Now onto the story.
Disclaimer: Game of Thrones belongs to George R.R. Martin.
Chapter 3
There was a flurry of activity around Winterfell over the following days, as they prepared for the upcoming visit. Talking with the Maester and some of the servants, Catelyn considered for a moment.
"We'll need a full account of everything in our kitchens and stores. Best go easy with the barrels of alcohol however." She was saying. "The queen are her retinue are known to disdain it and the King rarely, is ever, drinks."
The Maester nodded. "Most troublesome for this to come out of the blue, but we have plenty; things have been good this year."
Smiling in relief at that Catelyn then finished. "Oh and be on guard, regardless of what we do, Queen Selyse is bound to find something to be critical about."
Nodding in agreement the servants and Maesters followed her. Meanwhile, Robb along with his wife, Talisa, was in the main hall, addressing concerns by Winterfell's Septa, a former student of Mordane's in fact.
"I can assure you, there is nothing to worry about." He said calmly.
The Septa remained firm however. "That may be the case in your eyes. But of course all of you here will protect your Old Gods, your way of life. Even after all this time, the Faith of the Seven is still new here and Queen Selyse is still irate she hasn't been allowed to outlaw our faith. But here, she might..."
Robb shook his head. "Regardless of her title, Queen Selyse does not have the authority or power to enact such a change here. I can assure you that the Sept and your faith will be protected as much as ours."
While clearly still uneasy, the Septa seemed accepting of this and left, somewhat satisfied.
There was one member of the Stark family however, who was currently unable to aid in the preparations of Winterfell. Arya groaned as she recovered and shook her head.
'Urgh, what is the matter with me, that's the third time I've thrown up today...' She thought to herself.
"Arry."
She started but turned her head, seeing Gendry enter, looking concerned.
She sighed. "Gendry I, I just..."
He shook his head, kneeling next to her. "Something is wrong, I can tell. This isn't the first time; what is it?"
"I...I don't know; I keep throwing up." She replied honestly; hating that he was seeing her like this; weakened. "Must be something I ate."
However Gendry looked thoughtful and Arya instantly tensed, knowing right away what he was thinking.
"No, no way, it can't be...can it?" She replied; startled, she'd never even thought of that.
Gendry shrugged. "I honestly can't say...but we have been, well..."
He blushed, as did Arya; their nocturnal activities were some pretty intense memories for them. The more Arya thought about it, the more she wondered however. She decided, when there was a free moment, to confirm if what was suspected, was indeed the truth. Although she had to admit; if it was, she had no idea how she would react.
Meanwhile, waiting for his haircut, sulking as he would rather be anywhere but here, Rickon stood looking out at the courtyard. He watched Sansa as she crossed the courtyard, a harried expression on her face; fulfilling her own duties in the preparation for the upcoming visit.
'Last time a King visited us it led to disaster, why get all worked up about another visit, we should avoiding any such visits.' He thought angrily.
The sound of his brother's voice broke through his thoughts.
"Rickon."
He turned, Bran was seated, currently getting his hair cut.
It was clear he knew what Rickon was thinking. "You can't get like this; you need to be polite, understand."
"Why, they shouldn't be trying to drag us into another of their..." He began.
"Not every visit is like that Rickon." Bran explained calmly. "Besides; it's you especially they'll be paying attention to."
With that he was done and, with some help, was moved to his wheeled chair which he pulled back and Rickon sat. As his own haircut began, Rickon couldn't help but be confused by Bran's words.
"Why me, I'm the youngest, I've got..."
Bran smiled lightly. "It's just a rumour I heard. But it seems that the King is coming North, not to take any of us South; although still to seek that alliance between our house and his."
"What does that have to do with me?" Rickon queried.
"Well, as you know, Robb is already married, Talisa was busy so she couldn't join us for breakfast. I am already betrothed, Meera and I will be marrying once she arrives back from Greywater Watch. Which means, for this alliance to work, the only one left to marry Princess Shireen is…"
Bran trailed off, but his point was obvious and Rickon froze; unwilling to believe it.
End of chapter, hope you enjoyed it, read and review please.
