Hey ladies and gents, this is a fanfic of a OC character in game of thrones. The character is based off me, of course I am no master swordsmen and I cant ride a horse but its just appearance and point of view. I am not a lore master of game of thrones so if I do mess up just let me know. Anyway hope you guys enjoy and don't be afraid to give me constructive feed back.

The north

White harbour:

The green fields of White harbour where vast, full of grain and crops now being tended to the farm hands. White Harbour the only city in the north was not far off in the distance. The noise of the bustling city carried across even in the fields. The city was walled off and each hundred miles had a guard tower manned and ready for any siege that may take place. The newly built keep rested on the highest point, giving Lord Manderly View of all his lands. In the great shadow of the keep was the city gates, giant wooden doors guarded by loyal banner men of the Lord Manderly.

On the right side of the gates, out of the path from travelling merchants was a small tent with a hand full of guards. On each side of the tent a sigil blew in the northern winds. A white merman holding a trident on a field of blue. A line of peasant boys stretched out of the tent. All standing nervous as they gradually approach the tents entrance. "Sign up while you can lads, steady feed, nice pay, and the honour to fight for house Manderly". Was the rough shout that guided the boys to the tent. Fresh troops where always needed. The Iron born even after the rebellion still like to test there luck and pillage what they can from trade ships.

"Next" said the bored captain. He looked down at the parchment with all the new recruits names on it. His fingers now rough holding the quill and the constant writing. His arse tender sitting behind the table all morning when he should be in the garrison yard training. He slicked back his white hair and winced when a couple strands got caught in his chainmail. He looked up to see another peasant boy shuffle in the tent. holding his ragged cap in his hands. "Name and occupation". The boy looked to the ground, doing his best not to meet the captains eye. "Wilka s-sir, I work the fields with my family". The captain scribbled the info down and pointed to the tents entrance. "Go out the ten and get your self on the carriage. There you will be taken to the garrison for training"

The peasant looked up and gave the man a crooked smile and ran out the tents entrance. He shook his head, these new lads though they where going to be knights, fighting for glory and honour. He couldn't help but chuckle, there was no honour in fighting pirates and iron born filth. Ironic how these boys where being lied too. "True to our word". He whispered House Manderly's words with sarcasm. He was broke out of his musing when he heard some commotion outside.

"I told you ye little shit we ain't got no place for you" he squinted when he heard one of his men say that. Anyone willing to sign up was welcome regardless of who they where. "I was told anyone could come so fuck off and let me in". He stepped out the tent to see the tent guards standing in front of a blond haired boy. He could see the boy was frustrated if his angry green eyes gave any indication. He was looking up at his men who towered over him, he was actually a boy of fourteen winters. "This filthy shit's got a mouth on him, besides your too small and scrawny to fight and we need soldiers. Now piss off before I break your pretty little teeth". The captain shook his head at the foolishness his guards where displaying, they where not hired for there smarts of course but it was not there place to say who could join or not.

He was about to approach the group to break up the disturbance when the blond struck the guard in the face. His eyes grew wide at the peasant boy. He watched as he quickly grabbed the fallen guards sword and pointed it the plump ginger guard. "You want a fighting man, I will show you one". The captain actually chuckled as he seen the plump guard go red with anger and drew his own sword. "I will gut ya you little cunt".

The peasant boys stood back and watched the scene unfold. He heard his men run up behind him, he held his arm out to stop them from breaking up the dual. This was the only exciting thing that happened all morning. "Don't get involved you lot, I am interested to see how this goes". After giving his order he lent against the carriage and watched as the two opponents circle one another.

The crowed watched in silence. The only sound being the sigils flapping in the wind and the seagulls crying in the air. The silence was broken when the blond roar and charged at the ginger guard. He swung his borrowed sword only for it to hit the guards sword with a loud "clang". He could feel the pressure the bigger man was now applying so he pushed up and slipped to the left making the guard stumble forward. While the man was slightly hunched over the younger duellist kicked the man in between his legs.

The whole crowed seethed and covered there own groins imagining the pain the man must be experiencing. The ginger slumped to the mud and held his now aching groin. The blond wasn't done there as he began to hit the downed guard with the flat side of the blade. Richard began to laugh as he heard the cries of help from his guard. He turned to his co captain who stood behind him. "Alright break this shit up I have seen enough"

His co captain and another guard ran past him and approached the blond. He turned from the man he was hitting on the ground to the two guards who marched over to him. He lifted his sword to meet them but he was to late as the co captain punched him in the face with his metal covered fist. He dropped to the floor next to the ginger guard, he didn't stay long as he was hoisted to his feet by the scruff of black ragged shirt. He would have protested but he was pushed in front of a silver haired man clad in knights armour.

"I am Sir Richard of White Harbour, I am the captain of the northern garrison. What's your name boy" The blond looked up at Sir Richard and spat a glob of blood out of his mouth. "Curtis...Sir". The elder knight grinned at the blunt response "Curtis what, come now boy we don't have all day" He watched as the boy sighed and looked to the ground. "Curtis of the north Sir... I have no name nor family". Richard now understood, seeing as the blond was dressed in rags and had no name it was clear. The boy was not only an orphan but a homeless one.

"You said you wanted to join the Guard, why is that" Richard was curious to see how the boy would respond. All the other little shits he had seen today had said the same thing, but this boy was different. He had piqued his interest as soon as he seen the blond. "just want the steady feed is all, earning some coin would be nice". The seasoned knight was not surprised by the answer one bit. "And what about the honour of fighting for house Manderly".

He watched Curtis closely, waiting for his response and to see if it was truthful or not. "could give two shits about house Manderly's honour. I will fight for them. If they keep paying and feeding me that is". Richard chuckled and nodded his head, finally someone with some balls. "Very well, get your blond ass on the carriage and keep out of trouble". Sir Richard watched as the blond smiles and strolled past him. His guard was right the boy did have pretty white teeth, specially for a peasant.

He turned to his co captain and pointed to the remaining peasants outside the tent. "get these lads signed up and ready to go to the eastern garrison polly" The man nodded and ran off to the tent to carry out his orders. He moved over to his brown steed next to the carriage and hopped onto it. He looked over his shoulder to his men and the new recruits. "Alright lads, lets get a move on". He kicked his horse into a start and lead the group down the main path from the White Harbour gates. Richard looked at the horizon, drowning out the chatter of his new recruits. He didn't mined but it was something he would have to teach them soon. Men marched, not sat in carriage's and gossiped.

His thoughts drifted to the blond boy, Curtis. He was honestly the only one that stood out all morning. The boys where just going to be meat in there lords army but Curtis, he stood out. The other lads seemed to admire how he stood his ground against his guard . He slowed down his horse and let the carriage pass him, he stopped when it was just in front of him. He spotted the blond sitting on the end of the bench with his arms folded. It seemed he didn't care about what the other lads where joking about.

"So, your a street rat are you" he asked the blond with a grin. Curtis looked to his left and frowned at the elder man. "yes.." Richard waited for the blond to continue but he didn't. "what happened boy. you-"

"You want to suck my dick is that it" snarled Curtis, Richard was taken back for a minuet. The green eyed boy did have a sharp tongue. Not surprising seeing as he grew up on the streets. He laughed realising that it had been a long time since some one spoke to him in that fashion. "easy there tiger, just curios is all. Just letting you know, once you walk through those gates you cant look back. You also cant speak to your superior in that manner". He watched as the blond looked to the carriage floor and think about what he said.

Curtis turned back to him and and turned serious once again. "I understand, but I don't give a fuck, I ain't got nowhere to go. I will be a soldier, better then a... street rat". Richard's grin fell off his face. Maybe he over stepped. The serious look on curt's face turned sad and he looked to the floor. He pulled his horse to over take the carriage and lead the group once again.

The group made it to the northern barracks at sundown. The castle that stood before them had seen better days. It was still usable and could house fifteen hundred men. One of its four towers where broken and unmanned, the walls crooked and where covered in moss and wild vines. The gates strong but have signs of age and battle experience. They approached the aged gates and watched as they slowly opened to reveal the muddy yard. The group pulled in and stopped in the centre near the stables. Curtis hopped out of the cart and looked round to see many men going about there business. On the left side of the yard he could see the smiths tending to armour and sharpening swords.

On the right where the barracks. The entrance to the keep where simple wooden doors, above them was the balcony and the second floor of the barracks. "Line up you cunt's. Sir Richards has a couple words for you." Curtis walked past the stables and lined up with the rest of the recruits and looked up to see Sir Richards on the balcony looking down at them. His cheerful face was gone and was replaced with his serious one.

"Alright boy's as of this moment you are now banner men of house Manderly. Your lives will change. You will be broken down, mentally and physically. Like clay I will mould you and you will be ready for war. Should you desert or not answer a call to war you will be punished"

Curtis nodded to him self, he knew this. He wanted this, to finally have meaning to his life, to finally be something. "Training starts tomorrow. You will learn how to wield a sword. To shoot a bow, run drills and you will become soldiers...dismissed".

"over here lads"

he looked to see the co-captain wave them over near the barracks entrance. "alright lads walk through there, fined a bed and settle in. get plenty rest because tomorrow is gonna be a bitch" Curtis followed the lined of boys through the door when the co captain grabbed him by the shoulder. "o'ld on a minuet there tiger, the captain wishes to see you in his solar". Curtis sighed in frustration, what did the old bastard want now. He followed the co captain through the garrison and ended up in front of a wooden door that was no doubt Sir Richards quarters.

He knocked on the door and waited for the old man to let him in. "Come in", he stepped through the door and found the elderly Knight sitting behind his disk. "You asked for me". The older man stood up and started circling the young blond. "Is that how you stand In front of your captain, that how you address him when he asks for you". Curtis flinched when Richard grabbed him by the shoulders and made him stand straight, kicked his legs and made him salute. "Now you say, you called for me captain Richard's". Curtis rolled his eyes and played along. "You called for me... captain Richards"

The elder man slapped him on the shoulder and laughed. "There we go, your are correct I asked you here to apologies for how I spoke to you earlier". Curtis looked confused, out of all the things he though the knight was going to say he didn't think that would be one of them. Curtis watched as he sat back down and sat up straight. "I am sorry, I feel as if I over stepped. Am sure it want easy living on the street of white harbour" Curtis nodded, it wasn't but that was all in the past now. "Its alright... Sir. You only spoke the truth. I forgive you". Richard laughed and plucked a quill from an ink fountain and started writing on a piece of parchment.

"Many thanks Curtis, but that wont do. To make up for it I have decided to make you my squire" Curtis looked at the man with mild confusion. "Your squire... like a servant". Richard kept writing and nodded "Yes in a sense, you will fetch my meals, carry letter's and-"

"I ain't no fucking servant" Richard stopped his writing at curt's outburst. He dropped his quill and looked up at the blond. "I came here to be a soldier, to fight and-"

"To earn some coin and have steady feed yes I am aware" Richard cut in. he walked over to his window and looked at the yard. "The boys here will learn to be soldiers yes. But most of them will die on the field of battle. You will be my squire. It does mean you will do things that of a servant... but I will also teach you how to be a real fighter"

Curt's eyes widened and the man's words. Was he saying he would train him, personally. Richard turned back to him and smiled. "I will train you in the way of the sword, every night and every morning. You will attend important meetings and hold important documents. I don't want you to be like a common solider, I want you to be a knight when am done with you boy" Curtis didn't have the words to express how happy he was. He was nothing but a common street rat and now... a squire to Sir Richard of White Harbour.

"Now get some rest boy because tomorrow your up earlier then the rest, you will train with me and then you will train among your fellow recruits. You got a problem with that boy". Curtis stood straight, held his head up high and looked Richard in the eye "No Captain Richards". The elderly man smiled and waved Curtis off. "Be off with you then boy". Once Curtis left his solar he looked back out the window and watched the torches below flicker "Tis going to be an interesting couple years".