Disclaimer:
I do not own or get any money from J.K. Rowling's Harry Potter Series or George R. R. Martin's A Song of Fire and Ice and the television series Game of Thrones. All rights are given to those owners and I am only creating this story as a way of relieving stress and to enjoy creativity.
Thoughts
flashback
Chapter 4
Hulda's feet and fingers were numb as she walked along the cold hard dirt road. The sky was a light grey the feeling of the wind hitting her skin was as chilling to the bone, a tingling feeling of numbness was creeping from her toes to her ankles.
Her fingers felt stiff and cold as if they were sausages.
It had taken the Bannermen of the Tullys' a few hours to track her down, Hulda had been halfway back towards Wendish town when they surrounded her. She was forced to walk back on foot while they followed her with their horses, a punishment for leaving she guessed.
Once to the camp Hulda sat close to the smoke filled fire, she shivered as the warmth began to ease its way back into her body.
They arrived at Riverrun, the long lake was beautiful in the afternoon sun. The light made the water sparkle of white as if there were fairies dancing on the waters top full of glowing life.
Hoster Tully slowed his horse once they crossed the bridge, a woman stood in place two girls and a boy beside her waiting as patient as they could.
Even if they were wriggling with excitement at seeing their father.
It hadn't taken long before Hulda was introduced to the family, becoming a personal servant of Catelyn Tully felt similar to a life sentence in prison for the little girl.
Throughout the day Hulda was introduced to the staffing, it had ended with meeting another girl around her age who worked in the kitchens.
Margaret was her name, a gentle girl of eight with dark brown hair framing a set of wide gray eyes and olive tone skin.
When the lady of the kitchen Sara lead Hulda to her the girl was covered in flour and dough.
"We have a new servant today Margaret, you will be moved officially to the kitchen and she will take your place." Sara was a pudgy woman, grey and white hair mixed in with a few rare yellow strands.
Her skin was a little loose and wrinkly, eyebrows thick and formed into an ever present frown. Whenever she spoke the woman's voice was rough and loud with an ever present wet sound as if she needed to cough up phlegm.
Margaret looked surprised.
"Yes ma'am."she spoke, "would you like me to finish the dough and then show her?"
"No I'll take over." An unreadable look crossed the older woman's face, Margaret moved back and headed off to clean her arms and face.
Once Margaret returned she lead Hulda through the kitchen explaining where items are and what to use.
"Let's get you into clothes."she spoke staring at the rags with a hint of sadness in her eyes.
During the days Hulda was kept busy in Riverrun, majority of the morning was helping Catelyn Tully get dressed, follow her and keep her company.
During noon while Catelyn was at her lessons Hulda was placed in the kitchen to deal with the vegetables, most of the time Margaret taught and watched her, anytime Hulda tried to sneak a knife into her clothes she was already there taking it away.
During a morning Hulda looked up at the question Catelyn asked directly to her.
"What's your name?"
So sorry for not posting! I have been busy but I am still working on these stories don't worry!
I know it's short, the next one will be longer.