Thirrin had a feeling the weekend spent in Oxford at Robb's family must be a very exciting and interesting experience, but she didn't know that would already begin on the way during the car ride. First of all, due to the enormous traffic and an accident in the highway the normally 1,5 hours long journey turned to a 3 hours long one. Thirrin herself didn't care about it much, while sitting in the traffic she just opened her laptop and continued working on the webshop design, but still managed to reflect on everything that had happened. First: due Robb being overprotective car owner no one was allowed to smoke in his fancy, elegant Audi, that was manageable but a little frustrating, plus increased the general tension. Second: for some reason Theon and Jon didn't get on well, though she couldn't find out the reason yet. Third: Theon had excellent music taste and even better navigation skills (he had found a route that's why they could get out of the city on the first place), but his driving style was too reckless and Mediterranean to basically everyone's taste (since Robb had returned to the Northern Zone early in the morning, he didn't want to risk driving after few hours of sleep, and besides him Theon was the only one who had a driving licence).
"I can't believe somebody let you pass a driving test - Jon said when they stopped at a gas station in the middle of the countryside for a coffee&smoke break. - The way you overtake others… Fucking irresponsible in my opinion."
"Everyone's alive including you, so get over it, Stark - Theon blew out the smoke. - If I weren't here, you would be still stucked in the Northern Zone."
"I wouldn't mind that, honestly… You won't get fricking questions about nonexistent wedding plans… - Ygritte sighed. - Speaking of, what are you going to say when they ask anything?" - she turned to Jon.
"That we'll get married only after graduation, therefore we haven't planned out anything yet."
"And you seriously think that will be enough - she raised her eyebrows. - You're so naive sometimes, Jon… "
"I'll steal the show if you want to - Thirrin suggested. - I'll talk about how I love going to the Royal Business, how I want to be as a great business woman as my Mom was, how Theon and I met and how we developed our relationship… "
"Snowflake - Theon interrupted her with a light smirk on his face -, we met in a bar and after like one hour of flirting ended up fucking through the night. I don't think you should share this at the dinner table."
"I can say it prettier, it's called marketing. I have a whole class about it at school."
"Say whatever you want Thirrin, just do it."
"Deal, but don't you think that's too much Scarlett O'Hara? You know, I can't think about that today, I'll think about that tomorrow."
"I'm not taking it as insult only because no one has compared me to Scarlett O'Hara before."
"Guys, if you finished destroying your lunges we might be on the way again, don't you think?" - Robb got back to them with a cup of coffee.
"Your fault, bro - Jon shrugged. - If you let us smoke while sitting in the traffic… "
"You can do whatever you want in YOUR car - he hushed him. - Anyway, I talked to Mom, she asked if we were alright, you know, because of that accident. Also, she said she she had to go to run errands, but she left us some pie for lunch. Have I missed something?"
"Not exactly, we discussed how your future sister-in-law will avoid the W subject."
"What…? Oh, okay. Also, for that matter - he took a deep breath. - I'd be very grateful if you didn't mention that I'm dating Margaery. The whole thing is quite new and we haven't established anything so far, so… Please."
"Sure - Jon nodded. - Right, love?"
"Why are you looking at me like this? - Ygritte rolled her eyes. - Deal Stark, but in return please don't mention anything that could be connected to a wedding."
"I'll be very careful. You two?"
"Robb, please… - Thirrin sighed. - I obviously won't say a word. As far as I know no one knows about you in my family either."
"They'll notice you're looking better, like someone whose sexual life isn't a disaster... "
"THEON!"
"Okay, I'll shut up."
"Thank you. Now let's go, shall we?"
All got back into the car and continued their way to Oxford, this time a little more slowly, not in the edge of violating the highway code. Few words had been exchanged during the journey: someone would ask for a new song, or hush Theon to stop singing along with the radio.
Thirrin opened her laptop again and got back to her work, but closed it down as soon as they reached Oxford. The town had the typical British countryside vibe that she adored even though she was a big city girl, the country always reminded her of her childhood. She was staring out of the window as they were driving through the main street, in the end they turned to the left, drove a little further until they reached the gates of old, enormous, massive mansion. The house had strong historic vibes all over, she could sense it'd been passing by generations to generations just like Highgarden. However, it had a much darker appearance with the dark grey walls, Victorian windows and darkened roof that originally must have been some sort of burgundy, but the passing years turned it almost black.
"Oh my God, you live in a freaking CASTLE!" - she exclaimed.
"As if YOU wouldn't live in a castle - she could see Theon in the mirror as he was rolling his eyes at her. - Robb, how do I open the gate?"
"Simply go forward slowly, it's supposed to open automatically."
Theon nodded, carefully approached the tall wrought iron gate that really opened itself without any problem, so he could easily set the car into the garage, which was a relatively new establishment, compared to the mansion.
All got out of the car and walked through the sidewalk to the front door, Robb opened it with a quite large key, then they entered the hall. The first thing Thirrin noticed was the scent of the room, it smelled like a home: mixture of different perfumes, scent of freshly made food, tea, and the typical scent of old houses. Again, she found herself comparing Winterfell to Highgarden: even after almost ten years of living there she never felt a specific home-scent, she only could distinguish all kinds of perfumes everyone was using. The setup had been consisted of dark wooden furniture and a small, elegant chandelier that enlightened the room, giving a warmer atmosphere.
Her eyes wandered around while she was taking off her coat and her scarf. As far as she could guess, one archway to the left lead to the kitchen while another in front of her into the livingroom. On her right side there was a massive wooden staircase. For some mysterious reason she had a feeling she needed to go upstairs.
"Robb, may I look around a little? - she asked. - Only if you don't need me while making lunch."
"Oh sure - he nodded. - We'll call you when lunch is ready."
"Okay, thanks" - she gave him a quick smile and immediately walked upstairs.
She reached a long hallway, she counted at least ten doors by first sight, she guessed the bedrooms and bathrooms must have been here. Thirrin had this habit of discovering others' home by sneaking into their rooms. She randomly opened a door in front of her and glanced inside: the interior looked like a nice hotel room in her opinion: a double bed, a drawer and a small glass table, everything in a warm, neutral theme with beige, sand and brown colors. It must be a guestroom or something.
The room next to the previous one was definitely a boy's room. Flag of a fencing team, cups and medals, most of them gold. A nice, thin sword on the wall, next to it a picture of an all-boys team. She stepped closer and inmediately noticed a soon-to-be-handsome, messy auburn-haired boy with glorious smile and blue eyes. Younger version of Robb with bigger self-esteem. He must be Rickon.
The owner on the other room on the right, however, must have been a girl, but she only could guess it by the clothes thrown to the bed: workout gear in every possible color, ripped jeans, fashionable Tumblr-teenager tops. There was a fencing sword here, too, as well as the cups and medals, plus another big award with the inscription Arya Stark, best athlete of 2014/15. On her study desk she recognized the French textbook she used to have in high school, too.
The next room seemed surprisingly empty and abandoned, as if no one lived there anymore. She was right: based on the drawings on the walls, which were completely covered by them, she guessed it was probably Jon's room. She'd suspected he'd been just as a fantastic artist as he was claimed to be, but now she could see it with her own eyes: those drawings - sketches of gorgeous clothes, details of human face and hands, doomy and dark sceneries, all of them black and white, made with coal, ink or graphite - irradiated an outstanding, melancholic, sophisticated and somehow superior atmosphere. He was freaking born to high fashion. He easily could be a designer. Maybe we could have invested into him instead of Daenerys, that would have been way easier.
In front of his room there was Robb's old room, she recognized his style instantly as she'd been spending the past few month in his flat back in London. He had team photos on the wall (fencing and football), as well as the awards - Huh, this family is really into sports! -, plus a richly decorated high school graduation certificate hanging on the wall: Robb Stark, best student, best athlete, 2013/14, next to a red, signed football jersey Such a typical English thing, being obsessed with David Beckham. Not surprising though, Robb is a Manchester United kinda guy. Also, note to self: text Margaery to organize a quick weekend trip to Manchester.
In the next room she didn't even get surprised by the sight of fencing sword (being former athlete herself she guessed quickly that all of them must have at least two swords, one for training and another for competitions, as she used to have more pairs of ice skates), medals and team picture, but she also noticed the quite large amount of books on the shelves, next to the bed, on the desk, school and non-school related ones too. She stepped closer to the team photo, and after some minutes she found another auburn-haired, blue-eyed boy. So he's Bran.
Finally, the last room must have belonged to a girl: bright walls, fairylights on the headboard of the double bed, framed motto over the bed (Porcelain, Ivory, Steel, the words put under one another). Pictures on the other wall, taken of a pretty redhead and a similar pretty brunette. The desk was completely covered by large books: history, literature, math, sociology. She's preparing for high school finals. That's Sansa's room.
Thirrin almost turned around to go back downstairs, but noticed another half open door.
As if some invisible force would have dragged her inside, she pushed it in and entered the room. She knew at first sight that room was used as a storage - the dressers, the open boxes full of objects, the piles of wrinkled and faded magazines, the dress racks with gorgeous clothing items hanging on them made it perfectly clear. All of them must have belonged to a girl like her, someone with good fashion sense and good position in high society. She stepped closer, carefully running her fingers on the quality fabrics. Most of the dresses were either grey, blue, or white. Out of curiosity she randomly checked a tag: she expected Chanel or Yves Saint Laurent, but her heart skipped a beat when she saw the three-headed dragon and the Targaryen-inscription, written in elegant, simple font.
She left the dresses, instead she walked to the dresser: a framed, large photo had been leaned against the wall on top of it and she wanted to take a closer look. It was taken of a girl in front of a white wall. The girl had long, dark, beachy waved hair and creamy skin. She was sitting on the floor with her slim legs crossed, with a burning cigarette in her left hand, wearing high waisted shorts, simple white top and oversized denim jacket. On top of her head she wore a flower crown, braided from blue roses. Her face had the stereotypical high fashion features: dark, bold eyebrows, defined jawline, high cheekbones, full, but kind of pale lips shaping O as she was blowing out the smoke, yet Thirrin found her grey eyes the most captivating. She irradiated something wild, something free, something reckless that made her different from an ordinary model.
"She's Aut Lyanna" - she suddenly heard a female voice behind her.
Thirrin turned around as if she was caught in the act - she had a feeling she hadn't been really allowed to enter this room.
A young, tall girl was standing in the door. Based on her simple, elegant outfit and the fact that she was carrying a large leather handbag she must have arrived home recently. She had pale skin, long auburn hair, high cheekbones and beautiful sky-blue eyes.
"She's so beautiful, isn't she?" - the girl continued.
Thirrin slowly nodded.
"She is. The door was open, by the way - she added, just to be on the safe side. - Ohh, I'm Thirrin Woodley, nice to meet you" - she offered her hand towards her. Since the infamous Lyanna Stark had a very significant role in the falling of the previous Targaryen generation, both Thirrin and Margaery wanted to know more about her, and Thirrin hoped Robb's sister might have something interesting to share.
"Sansa Stark - the redhead squeezed her hand gently and kissed her cheeks. Her perfume smelled like vanille, lemon and fresh flowers. - Mine is the pleasure. You're looking so gorgeous in real life too!"
"Thanks for calling this gorgeous - Thirrin smiled back, referring to her "lazy day on its finest" look that's been consisted of oversized taupe knitted sweater, black skinny jeans and messy hair that was curlier than usual thanks to the previous day's elaborated updo. - You're really as pretty as Robb said. I love your bag, is it from Topshop?"
"Yes, I've just got it a few weeks ago! - she replied enthusiastically. - After Christmas we went shopping in London and it was so amazing, I love shopping in the city!"
"Who doesn't? So she's your late aunt… I know she was a top model in the '90s."
"Yes, that's actually a Vogue cover shot, but she was a Chanel girl too, for example, she was the face of the Coco Mademoiselle perfume. Beautiful, willful and dead before her time. That's what Dad used to say about her. She died so young, she was less than 25."
"How did she die?"
"I don't know. She died in a hospital in Scotland, that's sure, but I don't know how. No one knows."
"Curious... A celebrated young model's life must have been an open book…"
"The only mystery about her is exactly her death. Other than that, her life really was an open book. She got discovered when she was around sixteen. She worked with many famous brands, the designers loved her even though she was a rebel."
"Sex, drugs, rock 'n roll… Just the usual '90s vibe. I also heard she practically ended Rhaegar Targaryen's marriage causing a huge scandal…"
"True. The scandal was even double, because… - Sansa hesitated a little before continuing. - She cheated on someone, too, when they started their affair. Aunt Lyanna had dated Dad's college best friend, then she left him for Rhaegar. I can understand her, he was such a gorgeous man, after all!"
With that Sansa pulled a picture out of the drawer taken of a couple at a press event. Both of them were attractive in a person of fashion way, that superior beauty that Thirrin knew all of her life. The girl was the same as on the large photo, but that time she looked more chic and sophisticated. She was wearing a short light blue dress with silver sandals, while the man was dressed in all black, which made contrast with his platinum blonde hair and violet eyes. He was beautiful - his face reminded her of an ancient god, calm and powerful with a hint of melancholy in his eyes. She saw some resemblance with him and Dany, but his sister seemed more vivid, there was definitely more fire in her. As for the eternal calmness and that doom in his eyes, those seemed her familiar too, she just couldn't tell in whom she'd already seen them.
"Some people loved them together - Sansa continued. It was so easy making her talk. People used to open up to Thirrin easily anyway, under her cold surface there was something in her that made others trust in her instantly. - Others thought they had made a terrible mistake."
"Which one is the truth?" - Thirrin asked.
"Who knows? - she shrugged. - The truth is usually either terrible or boring anyway. At least they left a tragic love story to the future."
"Like a script of a movie - Thirrin agreed. - Thanks for telling me all of these, Sansa. I guess we should leave, am I right?"
"Probably… Lunch is ready and I'm quite hungry, so… Let's go!
Thirrin followed her out of the room while making a mental note about texting Margaery later. The story of the destruction of House Targaryen didn't seem whole, something was missing, she could already sense that, but now she got even more questions and doubts. Thirrin wanted answers.
Despite any famous, mysteriously dead aunts Thirrin decided it's real life, after all, not a trashy drama she would watch on TV, so she managed to leave behing her business woman self and get back to the one she'd been expected to be: Thirrin Woodley, beautiful daughter of the lovely Alysone Tyrell, the girl who could tame Theon Greyjoy (turned out Theon having a permanent girlfriend was a much bigger thing than she thought). Thirrin accepted her role and she did so gladly as she got to like Robb's family enough to do so.
Meeting his parents for the first time was like going through a transformation. As Thirrin introduced herself she almost literally felt her dark red waves turning golden brown, her ice blue eyes brown, her extremely pale, cold complexion warmer and peachier, her face a little rounder and her figure a little curvier (she wouldn't have minded the last part, though). It always happened to her whenever she met someone who used to know her mother. Then Mr Stark embraced her tight (she didn't expect it at all) and said "I'm seeing Aly reborn in you, I'm glad to meet you Thirrin", and she spent the rest of the afternoon telling all about her life, from moving to London to the most recent events like how she was doing with school and how she and Theon had met.
Dinner went smoothly too, Thirrin could guess it was a similar occasion as in Highgarden, in other words, the only time of the day the whole family used to meet up and had a chance for actual conversations. Thirrin was especially happy that there was no mention of business stuff, at home they always ended up talking about business and upper class gossips who did what, why they did that, where they did that WHAT THEY WERE WEARING while doing that, etc.
Now they ended up talking about fencing, more specifically Rickon stole the show by explaining in details how he was planning on getting into the junior national team. Thirrin only listened halfly, she didn't know much about fencing anyway, instead she played her favorite mind-game: reflecting on people around her.
Mr Stark seemed down-to-earth and perfectly normal, definitely not someone whose sister would hook up with married designers. She could totally imagine him, however, being friends with her mother, though she was sure he'd never been part of the elitist, typical Royal Business crew. Actually, our current group isn't that elitist either.
Her first impression of Mrs Stark was Oh my freaking goodness, I wanna look like this after having five children. Thirrin found her beautiful and strong. She irradiated such strength that little people had, she inmediately gained Thirrin's sympathy - but Thirrin couldn't help but notice the cold, polite distance Jon and Catelyn were keeping. On one hand, it's perfectly understandable, though.
All of Robb's siblings, and Robb himself took after their mother with their fiery, auburn hair and sky-blue eyes with the strange warm undertone, except Arya, who had dark brown hair and grey eyes. Thirrin couldn't tell yet what she thought about her. There was something in her that made her face hard to read. Sansa, however, was a different case, she liked her from the very first moment, she even reminded him of her younger self. Though there's some cold in her too. If someone fucked her up like me, she could recover sooner. The boys weren't that complicated either: Rickon was fiercer and had bigger mouth, but Bran was a little more kinder; it was impossible not to like both of them instantly.
"... So the odds are with me, I'll WIN next week" - Rickon finished his monologue.
"Unless you get an opponent who has better technical skills" - Arya added.
"I'm quick enough Arya, so technique doesn't matter if they simply CANNOT hit me."
"True, but I saw you at training, your balance skills simply DON'T EXIST. If your ankle isn't stable when you're turning around, you…"
"That's stupid, my balance is PERFECT! Just because I don't train barefoot like you doesn't mean I'm worse then you. Thirrin, did you or do you do any sports?" - he turned to her.
"Yes, I used to be an ice skater, I loved it, but I quit when I was in 9th grade."
"Oh, that sounds wonderful! - Sansa sighed. - Why did you quit then?"
"I simply wasn't good enough. In national competitions I was good, but on international field I usually barely could make it to the free dance. Then I screwed up the European Championship qualification when I was 15, so I decided to quit."
"15? That's so young!"
"Not in skating. If you want to be a successful skater, you have to start getting international results in your teenage years, because you usually have to finish your career around 25. Sport as a career isn't for me, that's all. But I do like watching sports, like basically… Everything. Football, basketball, riding, skating, skiing, tennis, everything, really. That's why 2016 will be my year, like Euro 2016… "
"Who are you going to cheer for? - Rickon interrupted her. - England, Wales, Northern Ireland?"
"Since Scotland couldn't get in there, I think I'll stick with England."
"ENGLAND? - Theon was looking at her as if she had said something very disrespectful. - No, no, no, nooo, we'll cheer for Northern Ireland and show Europe we can… "
"Estúpid, Spain will win anyway."
"Since when have been supporting Spain, Arya?" - Robb raised his eyebrows.
"They play the best football in Europe, everyone knows it."
"The Barcelona era is over, Miniwolf, and Northern Ireland is ready to be the surprise team of their group!"
"Theon, you can't be serious, Northern Ireland… "
Thirrin thought that would be the perfect timing to excuse herself for a cigarette break. Not bothering about putting on a coat (it was a relatively warm night anyway) she walked out to the backyard and sat on the edge of the terrace.
"May I join?" - she heard a deep voice behind her back when she was about to lit on her cigarette. Jon came outside for a smoke too, he was ripping the foil off the box.
"Ohh, sure - Thirrin nodded. - What do you have?"
"Cherry-vanille, quite strong. Want a taste?" - he offered the freshly opened box.
"You know what, yes, thank you. I would offer mine in return, but it's minty and probably too weak for your taste."
"You too, Thirrin? - he sat beside her. - No way, the whole Vogue office smokes this minty one. Is it an upper class thing?"
"Looks like that… Speaking of, I heard you're coming to Fashion Week too."
"Oh yeah… My editor said she'll take me only to London Fashion Week for now, but if I keep up the good job, next season I could go to another major fashion week with her, too."
"Well, Paris Fashion Week is gorgeous, I've never been there, but I'd love to, especially to Haute Couture Fashion Week, it's incredible. Milan is a cool city: art, pizza, prosecco, what else does one need, right? New York Fashion Week has been the most exciting lately, so consider yourself the luckiest fellow on Earth if you get there. Oh and don't forget about Berlin, I think you'll like its vibes too. So you've became permanent at Vogue."
"Kind of… I'll appear in the March and in the June issue, too, in the meantime I help out at photoshoots or at styling… It's inspiring, fun, and I get paid for it, so I think I'll stay."
"You better do! By the way… - she hesitated a little before mentioning it. - I saw your sketches in your room. How long have you been designing?"
"Ohh, thanks, those are made just for fun… - a faint blush seemed to appear on his cheeks. - But like… Since forever? I don't know how fashion came into my life, honestly. I just… constantly feel like this is the best way to express myself. When I got the job at Vogue's, I was beyond happy, it was like a dream coming true. Weird, isn't it? I mean, I'm the only one in my family who's into fashion in this level."
"At least you have a unique talent that you embrace" - Thirrin pointed out.
"Well, art is my way of survival - he shrugged. - You know, I'd like to think I've got it from my mother."
"Oh… - she swallowed. - I'm so sorry. I don't know which is worse: knowing your mother only for a short amount of time, or not knowing her at all."
"Both are bad in their own way. But don't be sorry, I'm already over it."
"Over?" - she raised her eyebrows.
"Dad has never told me anything about her, so I stopped asking questions, that's all. Sometimes moving on is the only solution."
"True" - she didn't say more, she knew Jon would go on. She was right.
"Not that I wouldn't be curious about her sometimes, but I don't have any clue to start searching from. We never heard about her, I don't even know if she's still alive. Anyway, I have my own life to build, my career has just started, I'm about to marry the most gorgeous girl in the world, so… I don't see any reason why I should still care about her existence."
"I see. Hey, I can imagine how hard growing up would have been for you… But you seem tough and strong… So congrats."
"Thanks. Told you, art is my way of survival."
"We all need to survive somehow" - she only said, thinking of her own way of survival: cigarette, vodka and emotionless sex. Art sounds so much more poetic, mine is just pathetic. But I'm a business woman while he's an artist. There's nothing poetic in business anyway - she reflected.
"True. Wanna check if they decided who will win Euro 2016?"
"Okay. My odds are with Spain, by the way, but please don't tell it to Theon."
Later that night Thirrin was half sitting half laying in the double bed of the guestroom she'd discovered earlier, wearing her usual sleeping attire (that time the few sizes larger black tshirt had the crest of Royal Business University printed on it). She was scrolling down her phone but didn't pay attention on anything that's been on her dashboard: her thoughts kept returning to the Targaryen scandal. When she first heard about the story she hadn't considered it complicated: the process of slow, effective destruction had reached its zenith when Rhaegar Targaryen and Lyanna Stark had made their relationship public, it seemed a simple coincidence. Now Thirrin had the feeling the two events were connected in some way.
Finally she decided to text Margaery.
TW: What's up back in the city?
MT: Currently having prosecco with Dany, she's actually so nice! Though she smokes almost as much as you
TW: Hahahaha. Where are you?
MT: In a bar near us, it's not so trendy so it's safe. What's up in Oxford?
TW: Everything's fine, we had dinner and all. I got all the usual "OMG you're so much like Alysone" stuff, but other than that everyone is okay
MT: Cool. Anything interesting?
TW: Actually yes, can I call you tomorrow? I wouldn't text this
MT: Wooohooo, what is it about?
TW: Lyanna Stark
MT: Ohh, I get it. Sure, call me whenever you're free! I gotta go now, talk to you later!
TW: Okay, have fun!
She sighed, locked the screen and put her phone to the bedside table.
She was still deep in her thoughts when Theon returned, his hair still wet by shower. Even after the three-course dinner his muscles and veins were showing, his boxers were slid down to his hip bones, for a brief moment Thirrin actually thought of dragging him into bed for a quick and satisfying session before sleep (whenever she was worried or nervous she craved on sex ten times more), then she remembered they probably shouldn't do that with more kids under 16 in the nearby rooms.
"I guess you made a good impression" - he climbed beside her, putting one hand onto her thigh.
"Agree - she smiled. - I'm either love or hate at first sight, there's no in between."
"So, what do you think? - he asked, casually running his fingers up and down her thigh. Please Greyjoy stop, tomorrow I want to be able look into people's eyes without blushing. - I mean, about Robb's family."
"They are all really nice and cute, I get why you love them, but there's something I just can't get out of my mind… "
"And that is…?"
"Okay - she took a deep breath - , I know I have nothing to do with it and I also know patchwork families have been a real thing for so long, but I still can't believe how Mrs Stark could accept that she has to raise a kid who was born from her husband's one night stand… I mean, you obviously can't throw out a baby, and being acceptive is good, but I guess it crosses the lines… - she bit on her lip before continuing. - When we went out for a smoke with Jon, we were talking about stuff, and eventually turned out Mr Stark has never told him anything about his mother! Don't you think it's weird?"
"Yes, it is, but they've managed it pretty well so far - he shrugged as if he didn't think it would be an important detail. - There are far more fucked up families, if you think about it."
"Then - she could't stop herself, she needed to let it out - there's Lyanna Stark. You know, the model girl I've told you about, she hooked up with Dany's late brother, it must be one of the reasons why the Targaryens had been finished."
"I think so… "
"Well the thing is that NO ONE knows how she died exactly. It's not the fricking middle ages when people mysteriously just DIE. Grandma said she had committed suicide, but I don't believe it. Sansa said no one knows the truth, which is also unbelievable. Again, it happened in the 20th century, not in the 13th. There are medical records and such, plus this girl was the MOST FAMOUS model in Europe… Shit, Margaery and I aren't models, yet even we appear on gossip sites and magazines every now and then! Too much secrets, too much unanswered questions, and…"
"Thirrin, listen to me - he cupped her face between his hands. - Please don't get involved into something that's none of your business. Don't start asking around about Lyanna Stark or Jon's parentage, or at least leave Robb's family out of it. The latest would tear them apart, and I don't want that, okay? They're like my own family, so please please Thirrin, don't fuck things up. Every family has their flaws: I don't talk to anyone of them except my sister, you're all spoiled and snob, while Mr Stark managed to knock someone up and decided to bring the kid home. Is it weird? Yes. Shall anyone do anything about it? No. You're going to have enough drama soon, Snowflake, don't make it even worse."
"Okay - she rolled her eyes. - I'll leave everyone alone."
"Thank you - he sighed, pulling her closer, placing a kiss to her forehead. - Now let's sleep, love."
She nodded, lifted up her head and kissed him on the lips softly. He pulled a blanket over them and they laid down as they used to: her back against his chest, his arm wrapped around her waist, his other hand holding hers tangled in her hair.
Thirrin tried to concentrate on his heartbeat to help herself fall asleep. She didn't want to lie to Theon nor create useless chaos, but deep inside she knew she'd need all the informations she'd been collecting that weekend in the near future…
A:N/ Probably the longest chapter so far! I hope you liked it, feel free to follow and review!