Warning: Sex Scene and swearing. A tiny bit of violence.
Chapter Four
Storm
It was strange knowing that the boy you had grew up with had now turned into a man and you were currently partners. Not once in Briars life did she think this would happen to her. She always thought she would end up with someone else; not Robb Stark. She felt he was too good for her. All the girls loved him she knew this (so did he) so it wasn't her fault when she sometimes got insecure. She was currently sat with Theon Greyjoy in a very awkward silence. She knew that he had always had a little thing for Sansa and was quite sad to see her go. That being said she found him quite disgusting. He was cruel and a man-whore.
She despised him.
She tried to hide it because she knew that he was friends with Robb and she didn't want to have to put Robb in the middle of them both. "So, how is your sister holding up?" She looked to see him smirking at her. "Is she missing the bastard?" Briar scowled making him laugh out loud. She was too easy. He didn't understand what Natalia saw in Jon Snow. He wasn't anything special and he was a bastard. Briar decided to ignore him until the point where he crouched down next to her seat and put his hand on her thigh. "What about you?"
"What about me?" she gulped.
"Are you missing the bastard?"
"His name is Jon and I would appreciate it if you would get your hands off me." she said, trying to sound calm and collected yet her voice shook slightly. He smirked up at her.
"Oh come on." he said quietly, leaning in a little bit closer. "It's fine. Robb doesn't... he has others." She frowned. What did that mean? "You don't hold his full attention. But you have mine." Theon jumped up when there was a bang and he just sat down as Robb walked in. He looked stressed out. No surprise there. His mother had been injured when a man had snuck in to try and kill Bran in the night. The same night as the fire. He sat down next to her and grabbed her hand before stroking it softly. She was still thinking over what Theon had said. She saw him smirking at her from the corner of her eye. She shook her head. No, he was just saying that to try and get a rise out of her. It worked. A snide voice in the back of her mind sneered.
"Is everything alright?" she heard Robb ask. She hadn't been answering him when he had been saying her name to get her attention and he was getting worried. The look on her face was pained. He ran his hand over her hair making her sigh. She looked over to him on her left and smiled.
"Everything is fine." she replied. He nodded his head, though still not convinced, and softly kissed her. He looked over to his friend who was looking out the window. Did he say something to her? Just then his mother walked in.
"I would like to have a word with you." she said talking to them all. They followed her all the way to a clearing in the woods where they found more people to be at. Catelyn turned to them all with a heavy sigh. "What I am about to tell you must remain between us. I don't think Bran fell from that tower. I think he was thrown." There was a silence after she spoke. Surely she was just saying this because she was distraught right? Briar couldn't think of anyone who would want to hurt Bran. He was a lovely boy.
"The boy was always sure footed." Maester Luwin said quietly.
"Someone tried to kill him twice." she reminded them. "Why? Why murder an innocent child? Unless he saw something he wasn't meant to see."
"Saw what my Lady?" Theon asked.
"I don't know." she sighed. Briar felt terribly sorry for her. She looked like she had lived for a thousand years and hadn't had time for a simple nap. She hugged into Robb's arm feeling cold all of a sudden. "But I would stake my life the Lannisters are involved. We already have suspicion to their loyalty to the crown." It was strange that it happened once the king and queen arrived Briar thought. But what could Bran have possible seen?
"Did you notice the dagger the killer used?" Rodrick Cassel asked. "It's too fine a weapon for such a man. The blade is Valyrian steel, the handle dragonbone. Someone gave it to him."
"They come into our home and try to murder my brother?" Robb seethed. His hands clenched but sadly he was holding Briars hand. She winced but tried to stay silent. This wasn't the best moment. "If it's a war they want..." Briar couldn't take it anymore.
"Robb." she whispered tapping his arm. He looked down then frowned. He loosened up on her hand and rubbed it. "Thanks."
"If it comes to that, you know I'll stand behind you." Theon told Robb strongly.
"What, is there going to be a battle in the Godswood? Too easily words of war become acts of war. We don't know the truth yet." Maester Luwin told them all calmly yet slightly pleadingly. "Lord Stark must be told of this."
"I don't trust a raven to carry these words." Lady Stark told him straight looking anxious.
"I'll ride to Kings Landing." Robb said. Plus he could also see his sisters.
"No. There must always be a Stark in Winterfell." Catelyn said putting her foot down. Robb frowned. "I will go myself."
"Mother, you can't!" Robb cried.
"I must." she said with no room for discussion. Briar rubbed his arm soothingly trying to calm him down. Some time later she was sat with Robb in his chambers. He had been quiet for some time now - just not speaking. She didn't know what to do. He had never been this down, angry and stressed before. She felt useless. What kind of partner was she if she couldn't even cheer up her man?
"Why are you frowning so?" she heard his voice for the first time in about seventy minutes. She shook her head. She stood up, walked over and knelt down in front of him. She stroked his cheek softly looking into his eyes. It was as though they were trying to read each others minds. "I don't care. If they want a war-"
"Don't." she said, her voice barely any louder than a whisper. "If it does, but I hope it doesn't, but if it does come to that you know I support you one hundred percent right?" Robb smiled at her.
"Of course I do." He wrapped his arms around her as though scared he was going to lose her. The thought wasn't as ridiculous as he thought considering how everything was going lately. He felt he was losing everyone that he held dear and for the life of him he was going to protect Briar and Bran no matter what. Briar left some time later and went home. Her house seemed eerily quiet that she was on edge the moment she walked through the door. She slowly made her way upstairs and she could only see one light. It was coming from her sisters room. She tip-toed forward and slowly opened the door. She frowned when she couldn't see her sister anywhere.
She suddenly let out a scream when she felt a hand grab her shoulder. She spun around, arms flailing about, when she heard another set of screams that she soon realised belonged to her sister. They both stopped screaming and Natalia glared at her sister. "What is your problem?" she snapped. Briar huffed.
"My problem? What is your problem? Grabbing me from behind and scaring me half to death."
"I didn't think you would start screaming." Natalia said suddenly trying to hold back a laugh. Briar rolled her eyes. "I need you to help me with something." She moved forward and grabbed a dagger. Briar's eyes widened. "Cut my hair."
"Excuse me?" Briar said stupidly. "Can I do what now?"
"Cut my hair."
"Why?"
"Because I can't go to the wall looking like a girl." she said as though it was the most obvious thing in the world. Briar furiously shook her head.
"No, oh no!" she exclaimed. "I am not helping you with that. I don't want you to do that. It's stupid!"
"Please!" Natalia begged. "I miss Jon. Wouldn't you do anything to be with Robb?" Briar froze and looked at her sister's pleading face. She was right. She would do anything to be with Robb.
"Give me the dagger."
Lily sighed pleasantly as she dipped her feet in the cool water. She was sat by the river cooling her aching feet. She had been with Sansa and she didn't think she could take much more of her going on and on about Prince Joffrey. It was starting to irritate her. She sighed in annoyance. "Why do you sigh like that Lady Lillian?" Her head snapped around to see Joffrey. Was he following her?
"Nothing my Lord." she replied and looked back towards the water. He walked over and crouched down so he was sat next her but his knees were pulled to his chest. She glanced over at him only to find him staring at her. He smiled when she blushed and quickly looked away.
"We should find you something better to wear my Lady." he told her. She whipped her head around to look at him. She frowned in confusion. "Something prettier. How about red?"
"My Lord?" she said in confusion. He leaned in so their faces were inches apart.
"I do not like you wearing those rags." he breathed. His eyes bored into her own making her heart speed up. What was he doing to her? "Later today I will have a lovely dress delivered to your room. I would love to see you wearing it tonight." His voice told her that there would be consequences if she didn't wear it. So she nodded her head.
"T-thank you, My Lord." she stammered. Joffrey smiled and reach out to touch her hair.
"I want your hair down." he ordered. "It is always up. Time for a change. I want you to look like a lady."
"But I'm not-" she stopped talking when she saw the look in his eyes. She bit her lip. He didn't even bother to check if anyone could see them or not before he quickly pressed his lips against hers. It was short lived but it still got her heart racing. She couldn't help but think that she was a terrible friend.
Kielie sat with her sister reading one of the books Ser Jorah had given her. She was anxiously waiting for Doreah. She was supposed to be having her lessons today. Khal Drogo had ordered that they stay put for a couple days before travelling again. Something both Dany and Kielie were secretly happy about. As much as Dany loved to be out and loved to be having an adventure she was glad they were staying for a rest. She had been spending some time with Rakharo. He was lovely and very caring she found out. Doreah suddenly entered the tent. "I'll leave you two to it." Daenerys said before leaving. But not before quickly giving her sister a thumbs up making her roll her eyes.
Kielie stood up and cleared her throat awkwardly. "Okay, um, what's first?"
"First you must take a breath and calm down Khaleesi." Doreah laughed. Kielie nodded her head and took a deep breath. "Why don't we start on the bed?" They moved to the bed. Kielie lay down on her back and she suddenly found Doreah straddling her making her eyes widen for a few seconds before she calmed herself down. She started giving Kielie tips and instructing her on what to do. They had been going at it for about fifteen minutes before Doreah shook her head. "No Khaleesi."
"What? What did I do?"
"You must look in his eyes always." she told her. "Love comes in at the eyes. It is said that Irogenia of Lys could finish a man with nothing but her eyes."
"Finish a man?" Kielie repeated confused but Doreah gave her a look. Suddenly she understood and flushed.
"Kings travelled across the world for a night with Irogenia. Magisters sold their palaces. Khals burned her enemies just to have her for few hours. They say a thousand men proposed to her and she refused them all." Doreah went on to say.
"Well, she sound like an interesting woman." Kielie said softly. "I don't think Drogo will like it with me on top. He always, always pushes me down... on my hands and knees." Her voice quietened at the end. She wasn't used to talking about this and it didn't help that Doreah was grinding her hips down on to her.
"You will make him like it Khaleesi!"
"I will? I mean I will!" Doreah laughed at her shaking her head. Kielie just couldn't see it. Her taking control of Khal Drogo. He was huge, strong and well, big.
"Men want what they never had." Doreah told her. "And the Dothraki take slaves like a hound takes a bitch. Are you a slave Khaleesi?" Kielie shook her head with a frown. Doreah smiled. "Then don't make love like a slave." Well, when she put it that way. Kielie grabbed Doreah and flipped them over so she was on top. "Very good Khaleesi." Doreah praised. Kielie smiled yet she didn't think she could do that to Drogo. He was a lot stronger than her. "Out there he is the might Khal, but in this tent, he belongs to you." Kielie kind of liked the sound of that.
"I don't think this is the Dothraki way." she said insecurely.
"If he wanted the Dothraki way, why did he marry you?" Doreah said softly, brushing some of her hair out of her face. Doreah left some time later leaving Kielie in the tent all alone. She was thinking upon how to do this. She didn't have time to make a plan because Drogo walked in. He was once again naked. He bent down grabbing her hips before pulling her onto her knees. He pushed her dress up over onto her back. She spun around quickly before he could do anything.
"No." she said making him frown. He didn't look all too pleased. He grabbed her once more and forced her down. She grunted but flipped her self round again. Maybe with too much force because she fell onto her back knocking the wind out of her. She sat up on her elbows. "Wait." She got onto her knees. She tried speaking his language but she had only gotten slightly better from when she spoke to him last. "I want... look into... eyes... look upon your face. Tonight." He didn't move so she took this as a good sign considering he wasn't pushing her onto her hands and knees again. She was feeling very nervous right now. She leaned up and placed a hand upon his cheek before slowly leaning in and pressing her lips against his.
He kissed back making her smile. This was all a step in the right direction. She pushed on his shoulder and broke the kiss. He must have understood what she was trying to say because he rolled over and laid on his back. She straddled him and kept her balance by placing her hands on his chest. She slowly lowered herself down on him before moving. It was definitely different doing it in a different position. Drogo grabbed her hips to help move her. After a while he spun them round so he was on top but he gave her what she wanted and kept eye contact. He placed one arm next to her head and she found their faces only inches apart.
She wrapped her arms around his neck whilst moaning. He grabbed her leg and wrapped it around his hip. It wasn't long until they both came and lay there panting. Drogo rolled over onto his back, dragging her with him. She placed her head gently onto his chest and couldn't help but trace patterns on it. It was unnatural how big he was she mused. Anyways, time for sleep.
Lily walked into her room stretching her arms. She froze seeing the red dress placed upon the bed. He hadn't been lying, she thought. There was a knock on the door and there stood two young girls. They explained that Prince Joffrey had sent them over here to help her get dressed and ready. She let them do what they wanted because she was in so much shock. What was going on? When they were done they dragged her over to a mirror. She gasped silently. She hardly recognised herself. The red dress was beautiful and looked expensive. Her hair was down (the girls told her that Joffrey had demanded that they fix her hair so it was down) but some of it was pulled back. They had split it into three sections so most of it fell down her back but two pieces fell down over either shoulder.
It was a change. It was a sight she never thought she would see. She nervously left her room but she found that barely anyone even recognised her. They seemed to be only used to her dirty, in rags and her hair up. She had been walking for quite some time when she decided to go to the river she had been at before. It turned out that Arya and some boy was there. "Arya!" she called. The little brunette girl turned and gaped.
"Lily?" she questioned as though unsure that was actually her. Lily smiled. "Wow, you look... different."
"Thanks I think. And who is this?"
"This is Mycah." she introduced. Lily shook his hand whilst he blushed.
"It is a pleasure to meet you Mycah." The ginger boy just mumbled something looking extremely flushed. "What are you two doing?"
"Sword fighting." Arya explained pointing to the sticks they were holding. Lily playfully gasped.
"Well, don't let me get in the way. Do you mind if I watch?" The children shook their heads and carried on duelling. Lily sat down near the water, careful not to get her dress wet or dirty. They had been practicing for a while now and Lily couldn't help but think that they must be getting tired. They didn't seem to be tired. Lily frowned when she thought she heard voices. She was correct when she turned around and saw Sansa and Joffrey.
"I'll get you!" she heard Mycah cry.
"Arya!" Sansa yelled shocked.
"What are you doing here?" Arya said in frustration. "Go away." Joffrey saw Lily on the floor and immediately walked over to her. He held out his hand and she took it. When she was standing he grinned at her appearance.
"I knew you would look beautiful in that dress." he smirked making her blush.
"You shouldn't have my Lord." she remarked. "But thank you. It is beautiful." They both turned around when they could hear the two Stark girls arguing. Joffrey cleared his throat loudly and they snapped their heads to him. Sansa frowned when she saw how close Joffrey and Lily were stood. There was barely any space left between them.
"Is this your sister?" he asked Sansa, pointing to Arya. Sansa nodded her head. "And who are you, boy?"
"Mycah, my Lord." the boy said nervously. He didn't like the look in his eyes.
"He's the butchers boy." Sansa informed him with a slight sneer making Lily frown. Sansa usually wasn't like this. Was it just because Joffrey was here?
"He's my friend!" Arya practically growled.
"A butcher's boy who wants to be a Knight, eh?" Joffrey mocked. Lily frowned. She didn't like where this was going. "Pick up your sword butcher's boy. Let's see how good you are."
"She asked me to my Lord. She asked me to." the boy cried. Lily bit her lip and shook her head. This isn't happening, she thought.
"I'm your prince not your Lord." Joffrey snarled. "And I said pick up your sword."
"It's not a sword my prince, it's only a stick." Mycah tried to explain.
"And you're not a Knight. Only a butcher's boy."
"Joffrey." Lily said trying to be calm but he gave her a look that dared her to say anything else.
"That was Lady Stark's sister you were hitting, do you know that?" Joffrey went on to say. Arya seemed to have had enough.
"Stop it!" she screamed.
"Arya, stay out of this!" Sansa snapped. Lily threw a glare over at her friend and Sansa froze. She had never seen Lily look at her like that. In all the years they had been friends they had not once fallen out. Yet now she was throwing her a look that said if she didn't shut up she would come over and slap her across the face.
"I won't hurt him." Joffrey said softly and Lily's eyes widened as she watched him raise his sword and press it against Mycah's cheek. "Much." He pressed harder and blood started to roll down his face. She didn't like the look on Mycah's face. Arya screamed and attacked Joffrey. "Filthy little bitch!" Joffrey yelled at her. Sansa was yelling at them all but nobody was really paying her any attention. "I'll gut you, you little cunt!"
Lily gasped and grabbed a hold of Arya. Joffrey looked at her, his sword was now pointed at Lily since she had dragged Arya behind her. They locked gazes for a few seconds until Lily tripped forward when Arya tried getting out of her hold to get to Mycah. "Nymeria!" Arya cried just as Lily fell into Joffrey knocking him to the ground, his sword falling out of his hand. Lily had managed to keep her balance. Arya picked up Joffrey's sword and pointed it at him.
"Please don't!" he begged.
"Arya, leave him alone!" Sansa hissed. Lily felt like punching her. Arya went to the water and flung his sword in it. Just as Lily went to help Joffrey up Arya's wolf came jumping out of the bushes and latched onto Joffrey's arm making him scream. However, because she was close she ended up getting scratched making her cry out. The wolf let go and it ran off along with Arya. Sansa came running over to Joffrey's side completely forgetting her best friend was also injured. "My prince, my poor prince, look at what they did to you." she cried. Lily thought she just sounded pathetic. "Stay here, I'll go back to the Inn and find help."
"Then go." Joffrey grumbled. Sansa went to touch him when he practically screamed at her. "Don't touch me!" With that she turned and left.
Despite what he did he was injured and she couldn't ignore that. She slowly made her way over, forgetting about her own injury at the moment, and sat in front of him. She didn't dare do anything after him snapping at Sansa like that but what he did next shocked her. He shuffled forward and placed his head in her lap. She didn't know what to do but after a short amount of time she dropped her hand to his head, playing with his hair. "Are you alright?" she asked quietly. It took a moment before he replied.
"No." There was another silence between them before he spoke. "What about you?" He sat up trying to hide the fact he flinched from the pain and looked at her. Considering she was attacked her dress was completely fine, he noted in surprise. "Are you okay?" She nodded her head with a smile. "You look nice with your hair down."
"Thank you." she whispered. "Joffrey?"
"Yes."
"Why did you-" she was going to ask him why he did what he did to Mycah when Sansa came running back with some men. They helped Joffrey and Lily up and escorted them back to get healed.