Winterfell, one month after the Wedding

Two very annoyed Guards were standing in front of the door to the Cell if Joffrey 'The Screamer' Waters.

Alyn, who was normally a rather lighthearted man, looked ready to kill someone, most likely the one who he was guarding. Cayn sighed heavily every once in a while and thought to himself that he would hold the golden haired prick while Alyn could gut him and then he would buy Alyn a large Cup of Mead, if he would do it. Both men still managed to hold themselves together and not give in to their desires.

"I AM THE PRINCE OF THE SEVEN KINGDOMS. LET ME FREE. I AM JOFFREY BARATHEON. I AM THE SON OF KING ROBERT BARATHEON. LET ME FREE. I WILL KILL YOU ALL. LET ME GO."

Both Guardsmen looked tiredly down the Hallway from where their replacements were coming reluctantly. The next two Guardsmen winced already as they walked to their position for the next few hours, while Alyn and Cayn sighed happily for they were finally relieved.

Then all four Guardsmen looked worried when Rickon Stark suddenly stepped from the shadows around the Corner and walked forward till he touched the door that led into the Cell if Joffrey Waters. The young Stark touched the thick wooden door and listened intently to what was screamed nonstop. He looked back to the Guardsmen, a slight smile on his long Stark face. Then he tugged a leatherstring out of his jerkins and at the end of this string there was a Key.

Young Rickon put the Key to its use and opened the thick wooden door that separated everyone from the loud goldenhaired Kinslayer. The Guards tried to stop the young Wolflord but it was too late. The minute that the door opened, the screaming former Princeling stormed out and tried to escape. The Guards stepped forward to stop him and Joffrey was grabbed tightly before he managed to make more than a dozen steps outside of his Cell.

Rickon though, he gave order to let go of the Lannister blooded Kinslayer. The Wolfling looked at the nearly grown Lion and smiled slightly.

"Go. No Guardsmen here will stop you. Just go, run as fast as you can and maybe you will manage to escape these lands."

The four Guardsmen looked aghast at their young Lordling, he was surely not given the rights for this command by his older brother, the acting Lord Robb. The golden haired prisoner though, he wasted no time and started running after the Guardsmen let go of him.

Rickon Stark smirked now openly as he watched together with the Guards to how fast Joffrey Waters was running out of the hallway. All five could hear indignant shouts of people in the next hallway who were likely pushed out of the way by the former princeling. The Guardsmen looked questioning to their young Lordling and Rickons only answer send shivers down the four men backs.

He only said "Golden Prey".

And outside of the Keep, the howls of the Wolves sounded manifold.

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"RICKKOOOONNN"

"Yes brother, i am coming.
You have bellowed. Is something wrong?"

"Rickon, you are my younger brother and i love as i love all my siblings, you know that, don't you ?"

" Of course Robb. I love you too like i love all of our siblings. Why do you even ask me something so normal?"

"If you love me like you love all our other siblings too, you surely try also to respect me too, now don't you Rickon?"

"Of course i respect you Robb, you are my oldest brother and father named you acting Lord of Winterfell while he is away. "

"See Rickon, you know that i am the acting Lord of Winterfell and what i say here is law, like it was when father spoke. Since you know that, tell me my dear brother what i told everyone to do with the Southern git."

"You told everyone of us, that no matter how crazy he acts, he is the prisoner of the King and of father and that we should just ignore whatever he saying, screaming or doing for as long as he stays here, for he is not ours to kill."

"Exactly my dear brother, that is what i said. So tell me, my dear Rickon, since you know what i said, why do you thought it would be a good idea to release the golden Ponce from his prison cell, tell to flee and then start a massive hunting Party going after him, including Arya and Rodrik and all our Direwolf pups. And you of course. I really shouldn't forget that you were leading the hunting Party and that you were the one, at least everyone told me that, that knocked down the git by jumping on him from your horse in full gallop.
Any explanation would be welcome now brother, any explanation of why you ignored my words."

"Well Robb, you see, the golden menace was bored surely for he was screaming all the time and all the Guards disliked being near him and having to guard him. I just thought that a little hunting would be good for the Guards and would result in making the Southron feeling less bored here."

"Well he certainly will shout a lot less in the future since you broke his jaw by knocking him to the ground brother."

Rickons grin was wide at his brothers words and even Robb himself looked not terrible sad about what he just said.

Both Starks looked at each other and then started laughing out loud.

But Robb soon turned serious again and reminded his little brother once more.

"Do not ignore my words again Rickon, i forgive you this time because it ended well and he thankfully can't annoy us anymore with his endless screaming but take my forgiveness to your actions as an exception and not as norm, do you understand that brother.?"

"Robb, he is a kinslayer, would it have been really so bad if he would have died on the hunt? It is not as if he will not die anyway, sooner or later."

"It is the King's and father's decision, do not take the justice from their hands brother."

"I promise. Was still funny though."

Robb smiled gently again to his smirking brothers words and nodded but reminded him then once again that all decisions about Joffrey were laying in other hands, now far away from Winterfell, then the brothers parted ways.

Rickon went to his lessons and Robb went to the Lords Solar, now his for the near future at least and there was also his beloved wife looking over the latest registers filled with the last crop income.

He kissed his wife gently and tugged a chair closer to sit near her and then the young couple were doing the bookkeeping together while also using this chance to cuddle with each other.

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Down in the same Cell from where he was let go barely a day ago, was now laying the moaning and groaning Joffrey. His jaw was broken after the Starkling jumped on his back and brought him to fall, his clothing was not only filthy and smelly anymore as it was already before the hunt but now it was also torn in many places because of the vegetation in which he tried to hide and he also had numerous cuts and scratches.
His broken jaw was stabilized by the Maester of the Keep, at least that was done. Nothing else though.

Damned Wolves.

In some far away Cell there were sitting two trueborn Lannisters and rued the day that they set their feet into the North.

Damned Wolves.

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This TL is my playground to let everyone act a little bit different, Author's Choice.
This TL is meant to be not taken entirely serious but to let me have fun.

So don't think that Rickon is halfway to Ramsay but think of him more of a halfway grown Wolfing that tries to sharpen his teeth and have some fun while doing it.