The dreams came too often for Isidora. Sometimes repeating the night before over and over 'd be the same and then there would be a slight difference with in each. She wake up in a cold sweat with her covers in a pile at the end of her cot almost falling to the ground. She would always wake up with bolt covering her mouth, preventing any noise from coming out. The only thing missing from her dreams was her complete transformation into a wolf. He, Robb Stark, was always transforming into a wolf and sometime he had fully transformed. His eyes would remain that blue color and his fur was a brown red.
With a pain in her chest Isidora grabbed the cup of water at her bed side and gulped it down. There was an itch of trickling sweat on her back and a prickly numbness at her legs and feet. She quietly dropped the now empty cup to the ground. It hit the ground with a soft thud. Her feet quickly found her boots and slipped into them. Her skin was too hot, she did not think to grab her cloak. She grabbed a candle and made her way out of the tent to wake her cousin.
The camp ground was silent tonight, no laughter or whispers only sleep with a slow soft breeze. The sweat that was damp on her back was drying cold creating goose bump. A faint shiver formed at her tail bone and slithered up her spine and to the very hand that carried the candle. Her hand shook a little making the flame dance. Her tired eyes glanced out before her straining to make sure she was alone.
She looked above and saw there was no moon in the sky. A relief washed over her cleansing her body. A new moon, she thought to herself, just like a phoenix. A chuckle slipped though her lips. She continued though the small makeshift village to her cousins tent. Once at her cousin's tent she walked in to see he was already awake sitting on the edge of his bed with his legs pulled up to his chest.
"I knew you would come for me, cousin," He smiled warmly shaking his head making his soft curls brushing his forehead. "This is all getting a bit too repetitive."
"I had another dream," Isiodora whispered. "Please come outside so I can tell it to you, I don't want it to come true."
Andrew pulled on his boots and grabbed his cloak. Isidora walked out of the tent and grabbed Andrew's hand and started walking to their usual spot hidden by brush and trees.
"Are you mad?" Andrew almost shouted staring at the loose fabric that hung loosely on Isidora's body shifting in the slow breeze. "You are not wearing any warm layers, you will catch a death being out in this chill."
"I was fire cousin, almost this very flame, covered in sweat," Isidora held up her candle eyeing it's flame. She moved a strand of hair that was still sticking to her drying forehead. "The dream made me so. I'm alright thought."
"Then what did you dream?" Andrew let out a huff of air then slapped a hand on top of his pile of hair, messy from sleep. "This time."
"He was a wolf, this large beast larger than his direwolf companion. With this red fur and bright blue eyes and he was chasing me, this time I was in my armor covered in what seemed to be blood, I could smell it and taste it's saltiness. I must had killed someone. He must have been angry."
"And you are certain that this wolf was Lord Robb?" Andrew smiled.
Isidora's cooling body began to shiver, Andrew noticed and stripped himself of his cloak. He placed it around the girl's thin shoulders.
"Yes, I'm certain, I had this feeling that it was him," Isidora breathed in deep then continued, "The creature was angry, growling and wanting to catch me, to kill me I believe."
"Or to mate with you."
Isidora's face scrunched up in disgust and she felt what little food she had in her stomach from earlier swirl. Her cheek began to burn and her heart beat fast.
"Not in his wolf form cousin, but in his boy form, his human body."
"He was angry, not...why would you even speak of such things?"
"If you read into your other dreams it could be as if he wants to bond with you, make you his wife."
"Cousin, you are are crazy."
"But if you would just look into them, you are blind."
"They are just dreams anyways he is chasing me mostly in wolf form and is angry, growling and huffing, but I've been thinking what if they are green dreams, dreams that will come true?" She asked.
"Green dreams only exist in the north with wildings, from what my father used to tell me, southern people do not have them."
"What if I am having them?" She swallowed. "And it's because we are north, surrounded by the old people, their ghosts?"
" Far more north, past the walls where the free people range. Cousin you need to just go back to bed, I'm sure it is nothing to worry about. It's probably all brought on with your lack eating and nerves. You need to eat a large breakfast in the morning."
"Free people used to range in these parts many years ago cousin, their ghosts could be here." Isidora placed a hand over her forehead. "And if he was to find out about my dreams."
"He wont." Andrew shook his head and let out a hardy laugh.
Isidora slapped a hand over his mouth.
"Are you mad cousin?" She asked. "If anyone was to find out I've been visiting you in the night there would be talk and questions."
"They wouldn't think anything of it, perhaps a certain Stark boy would, but that would be it."
"Oh shut up!"
Isidora walked away from Andrew's tent as he slipped back in between the flaps. Feeling the cold air more after she had cooled down she pulled the hood of Andrew's cloak over her loose hair. She began to jog back toward her tent when a hand grabbed her from behind and held her mouth close. The candle stayed in her hand almost dropping, the hot wax splashed on the skin of her arm.
"A hooded creature runs through our camp site." The person whispered from behind. "During this cold night, are you one of Lannister's men? A spy of some sort."
Isidora struggled in her captor's grip.
The person from behind leaned into closer and spoke, "A Lannister man smelling of flowers? It could only be..."
The man from behind turned Isidora around to face him and pulled the hood down. He reveal the long, brown, tresses of Isidora. His eyes went wide and he dropped his hands from her mouth. Isidora's eyes went wide as well.
"Theon Greyjoy, let me go!" She demanded tugging on her arms that were being held in place. She quickly gave a hard fast jolt and was free. And that is when she began running. The flame almost went out.
"Oh no you don't!" Theon shouted extending his arms out trying to snag Isidora again, "Are you practicing treason?"
Theon ran after the running girl.
"I'm not practicing anything," She shouted out of breath. "But if you do not leave me be I shall use all the skills that I've acquired on you."
"I'm not afraid of you, little girl!" He shouted.
Isidora leaped over logs and slushed through tall grasses. The flame of her candle huffed out and instantly she let go of it and it dropped to the ground. She could barely see anything before her or around her. His running foot steps stopped and she took in a deep breath and allowed it to escaped slowly. Her heart was pounding in her rib cage almost as if it would escape. She slapped a damp hand onto her forehead to feel newly forming drops of sweat gathering at the roots of her hair, I need to get back to my tent, he cannot follow me into there, she thought to herself.
She stretched out her arms before her until her eyes adjusted to the lack of lights. She felt a tree's rough bark and latched her arms around it until she moved her back against it. She heard foot steps through out the damp wood followed by the wind moving stray branches and she sprouted out and tried to make a run for it again. It was so dark, too dark. Trying to leap over a large looking object she tripped falling to her knees. A body pounced on top of her as she tried to get back up make a run for it.
Isidora was flipped over onto her back, arms pinned to the ground by her wrists. Isidora could smell smell soap on her captor's skin with a mixture of sweet wine. With all the tiring force she had left she braced against Theon's strength to get free. She was able to pull up off the ground for a short period of time only to have Theon's advantage of being on top of her killing the chance of getting free.
"Let me go Theon!" She shouted almost spitting in his shadowed face. "Now or I shall tell my father of this!"
"Tell your father, but wouldn't he want to know why you were sneaking among tents that house men in the dark of the night?"
"I had my reasons!" She began to trash about beneath him, sweat drenching her night dress.
Theon could feel that Isidora was in her night dressings, loose fabric around her body that did no justice in the cool night. The night dressings of the south. He could feel her thin body beneath him, bones and breasts and all, breathing in deeply and then exhaling.
"Reasons of treasons?" he laughed eerily.
"Why are you up so late?" She breathed. "Why have you been wandering around these woods? Were you expecting to see someone?"
"I've been hearing whispers at night occasionally and I finally decided to go see what it is, but that's none of your business."
"A little boy must have been scared that it was a ghost."
She raised her head up quickly and slammed her forehead into his catching him off guard. Theon's grip loosened and Isidora pulled at her arms again until they were off the ground, she pushed at Theon to get off of her and he moved to the ground. Her legs jumped up and she began a sprint once again only to hear Theons steps behind her almost oaf like.
"I thought I heard talk of dreams of wolves," Theon taunted. "Wolves and mating?"
"Go away Theon!" Isidora breathlessly shouted feeling her cheek blaze.
"Oh I'll find out what you were talking about and to who you were talking to."
"It's nothing important." Isidora's legs were getting more and more tired and she was getting closer and closer to her tent. "Nothing to do of wars, Just silly lady's speak."
Isidora's legs stopped and she caught her breath.
"Knowing little of you Isidora," Theon's steps stopped behind her. "You do not do silly lady's speak."
"I do too!" She forced. "Now go before I scream, wouldn't want me to put on a false scene would you Theon?"
"You wouldn't." He hissed.
Isidora opened her mouth and began to scream. Theon grabbed a hold of her aggressively and placed a hand over her mouth again. He brought her close to him and wrapped an arm around her waist. She struggled for a moment, but once she felt the warmth of his body against her, she stopped.
"You wont scream," Theon whispered into her ear. "You will just go right back to your tent like the good little girl you are."
The struggling began again and she opened her mouth. Her teeth met Theon's slender fingers. He let out a yelp. Isidora's elbow met met Theon's stomach and he stepped back away from her. He lifted and arm up at her almost wanting to smack her across the cheek.
"You won't speak of the encounter to no one Theon Greyjoy and things will be as they were." Isidora stated.
Theon pursed his lips and without any warning a fist went across his right cheek.
"That's for touching me in such a manner I did not like!"
"I'm sure your little body liked it more than your are letting on." Theon rubbed his cheek.
A/N: I'm sorry for the wait and the lack of update. I've been feeling out of sorts lately and uninspired to write. Thanks for reviewing. This is what I had so far on this chapter. I'm sorry for any mistakes.