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Chapter 7- jealousy

The next morning they awoke to the feeling of the sunshine flooding in to the room and warming their bare bodies. The princess had fallen asleep in her wolf's arms; they had only been a wake for a couple seconds when a knocking came from the door.

"Yes enter" said Cameron wiping the sleep from his eyes. The young servant Phoebe opened the door and stepped in she was holding a roll of paper and she had a sad look on her face. "Yes Phoebe what is it?" Cameron asked noticing the sad look on her face.

"A raven arrived last night it" she said "it was from your mother"

"Yes read it to me as I dress" he said standing up nude with all to bear; she began to read it as he walked over to where his clothes had been thrown.

"It says that your father had fallen ill a day after you had set off to kingslanding. His state did not improve, the Maester of your house tried his best to help him but your father was too ill. He said he will go out as a man in a fight not like a craven. So he set out to bring a mountain clan to justice for raiding the local villages, he found the clansmen and fought them but being sick he was not the warrior he thought he was and he was mortally wounded, his wounds combined with the sickness he passed sword still in hand on his way back to the castle. You my son are now the wolf and warden of the north. – that's where the letter ends M'Lord I am deeply sorry"

"Don't be sorry it was not your hand that killed my father, he was a stubborn old bastard anyway he went out the way he wanted to, for that I am proud he met his end on his own terms. But now I am to take his titles and his lands. Send a raven back sending my condolences and I shall be riding home as soon as I can but until I arrive I place the warden's duties in my mother's hands"

Phoebe nodded and left. Cameron sat back down he had his trousers back on but he was not able to find his shirt. The princes sat up behind him and hugged him.

"Are you well my wolf?" she asked, she was concerned the loss of a father can destroy a man especially if he fell ill after his son left. "It's not your fault"

"Yes my moon of life and I know" he replied looking back at her; she was still naked and his eyes were still glued to her.

She was able to take in the sheer number of scars that where littered all over his body ranging in age from faint grey lines to the fresh ones from the combat two nights ago.

"How did you get your first scar my love" she said stroking his shoulders.

"My first scar I got when I was only eight, I was out riding with my mother and brother and we ran into some wild men, and my mother being the woman she is refused to go with guards. So these three wild men pulled my brother off his horse and threatened to slit his throat if we didn't give over all our possessions. So I and my mother dismounted, sooner my feet touched the floor I was grabbed by one of the men and the other grabbed my mother and started to try ripping her necklace off. I had to do something so I elbowed the man holding me in the ribs, and turned and grabbed his dagger and trusted it into his belly and twisted it, as I did it I looked into his eyes and watched the life flow out of him. The man holding my mother threw her to the ground and picked up his bow and shot and arrow at me but his aim was terrible and he miss. I turned and ran to the man holding my brother who was frozen in his tracks at the site of his friend slain by a child, I opened that man's throat as he had threatened to do to my younger brother , but then I felt a burning sensation as the third man's arrow split the skin in my shoulder but luckily the arrow didn't go deep because of my thick furs and leather but I still felt it the man ran off as he heard the sound of horse hooves of the castle patrol who had been passing by"

"Oh that's interesting" she said finding it hard to reply to that.

"We'd nest send a message to your farther requesting permission to leave to my home, will you join me my love?" he asked

"Of course my wolf" she said standing up and stepping off the bed to find her clothes.

o.O.o

with everything packed into a carriage they were ready to leave with his house guards and some of the Baylithian men they were about to set off when the half of the kings guards came out of the castle escorting the two elder daughters.

"We are joining you on this trip little sister" said Jayde the eldest

"Why?" asked Robyn

"Because we haven't seen the north and we want to meet your new husband's family" replied Alice the second eldest.

"Fine where's your stuff then?" asked Robyn

"It's already packed in the carriage" replied Jayde

"How? Actually that doesn't matter what about Daniel and Ewan and Brooke?"

"Daniel and Ewan are staying here to help father and Brooke is staying with mother Menalyn she is too young to travel" replied Jayde.

"Fine shall we" said Robyn pointing to the carriage.

"Open the gates" shouted Cameron as he mounted his black mare and led the caravan of horses and the royal carriage out of the keep and the city.

o.O.o

Two days past; and on the third days morning they were pasting through the master of coins home lands. They had stopped to make camp for the night as the sun was setting Cameron and a few of his men had left to collect wood for the fire for them to cook with.

During the walk back through the thick under bush Cameron heard a scream, it was undeniable who was screaming it was the princess; his wife. Sprinting back he saw five men trying to get into the carriage whilst three were engaged in combat with Cameron's men.

The men didn't look like bandit they were in a house guard attire but Cameron could not recognise the armour, he drew his two small daggers as he ran toward the carriage, the first man to turn to notice the young wolf was the first to die, a dagger was lodged into his throat a slow river of blood came flowing out of the wound. The second man to notice the young wolf had faster reactions as he was able to block the dagger that was thrown at him, Cameron had no more weapons on him his sword was by his horse as he felt he didn't need to collect wood. He stepped back as the man stepped forward but his advances was met with a kick to the chest which made him stumble back. With this new found position Cameron ran toward the stumbling man and used the wheel of the carriage to jump and punch the man in the throat, he could feel the pop as the man's windpipe being crushed. The man fell to the ground clutching at his throat as he suffocated.

Cameron reached the front end of the carriage and saw a large man attempting to force open the door the man turned and stepped down the steps and drew his sword.

"Time for you to die you craven" spat the man.

The carriage door opened behind him and out came Phoebe and she was holding something large and silver; Cameron couldn't make it out his eyes were focused on the man approaching him until the large silver object came bursting through the man's chest; it was Cameron's sword crescent. The man fell to floor; de was dead before he even hit the ground.

The rest of Cameron's men dispatched the rest of the men except one who had been injured and was lying on the floor holding his hands to his wound which had a small dagger sticking through the gabs in his fingers.

Cameron walked over to the man pulling his sword out of the large man. Kneeling down to the living man he noticed a crane pin on his clothing Cameron could not place where he had seen the Sigel before he racked his mind.

"Who sent you?" He questioned the man.

"Screw you" said the man spitting at the Lunarian.

"Thomas Sanders sent you didn't he I recognise the crane you wear"

"Once again screw you"

"Ok how about this you tell me what I ask and I'll make your passing quick or I could leave you to bleed out" Cameron said as he twisted the blade causing the man to grunt in pain.

"Fine ill answer please just stop"

"Ok see that wasn't so hard"

"Yes Lord Sanders son sent us he paid good coin to kill you and to take the princess and her sisters so he can use them to persuade the king to allow him to marry her"

"Is that why he wasn't at the wedding does he know that what he has done is a declaration of war?"

"Yes he does and he doesn't care; he wants you dead"

"Ok thank you" said Cameron as he stood up and grabbed the man's head and twisted it until his neck snapped. He stood up and looked at the princess who had emerged out of the carriage. "It seems our kiss has started a war"

"What do you mean?" she asked

"Your childhood friend was the man who sent these men to kill me and take you and your sisters hostage and he was planning to use them as leverage to persuade your father to allow him to marry you" he replied wiping the blood off the dagger he had pulled out of the man's belly he handed the clean dagger to Phoebe. "It seems that you can use this well enough"

"Your saying that Thomas has declared war on your house and in combination with my house he will stand no chance what is he thinking"

"He may not have a large army but his house is the richest they can buy an army" replied Cameron . "I shall send my best two riders on the fastest two horses one to kingslanding and the other a head to my home to warn my family to be prepared for any attack because we don't know what Thomas has done since the wedding. But now we must ride at first light"

The night came quickly and it was a cold night Cameron slept under a wolf pelt by the campfire. The princess slept in the carriage which must have been warm, Cameron wished he could share a bed with her but he couldn't with her sisters also in the carriage. But eventually he was able to drift off to sleep.

He had a strange dream that he was mid-way through a battle with his men and men in pitch black armour, more strange there was his father in his silver wolf armour bearing his huge battle hammer that in the shape of a wolf's claw. He turned is his dream to see a giant metal crane charging at him. When its beak made contact with his armour it seemed to melt away and he could feel the beak pierce his skin like a hot poker. He awoke in a cold sweat. What did the dream mean?


A.N next chapter will be called "home coming" so continue to read and i shall write it and get it up as soon as i can