Conversations with the not so dead
Author's Notes: Here's another scene that I've had planned for a very long time. Hope you all enjoy this! :)
Rating: M; it's Game of Thrones, anything less is not Game of thrones :D
Summary: Companion piece to my other fic, the Raven's Plan. A series of conversations from minor characters perspectives.
Tomard I
Life in Winterfell had taken a strange turn recently.
Magic abounded and people were acting strangely. 'Course coming back from the dead would do that to a person. Not that he remembered anything that had happened before. Varly and Hullen would tell him, they'd gone to King's Landing and died there along with everyone else including Lord Stark.
Fucking Lannisters.
And yet life went on in Winterfell. Guards patrolled the grounds. Guarded the gates. Dealt with the odd brawl or thief in Winter Town. Though things were much calmer these days, with everyone busy preparing for Winter.
And of course, they had a new King.
Jon Snow- or rather Jon Targaryen.
And wasn't that a bloody fucking surprise. Dour young Jon, the king of the seven bloody kingdoms...and the Others were coming to kill them all...because there hadn't been enough surprises already!
It was enough to make a man go mad!
He sighed and shook his head, everything had changed in the blink of an eye.
"What?" asked Varly, who was sharing his duty in the armory of Winterfell.
"Nothing," he retorted.
"Then why were you sighing?" Varly prodded.
"Can't a man just sigh?" He growled back.
Varly gave him a suspicious look and then just shrugged, turning away from him.
That was another thing, the suspicion. Everyone was so bloody suspicious these days. People were seeing threats everywhere. Being betrayed in King's Landing and then the Red Wedding had made everyone suspicious.
The gods damned Red Wedding. His blood ran cold every single time he tried to imagine Lady Stark and Robb being murdered. That the fucking Freys would dare break guest rights. He didn't like to think how they felt about that. Robb was a good lad and hadn't deserved such a fate.
Fucking Freys.
He sighed again.
This time Varly just cast him an unamused look but didn't say anything.
He ignored Varly and cast those unpleasant thoughts away and focused on his duty, they were in the armory standing guard, and they were only half-way through their shift.
The shift continued on and on. It all so boring. Men came. Men left. Some with weapons, some without.
The monotony was broken up when one the Manderly men he knew, Wallis, came in. The talked a bit. About weapons, the ale in Winter Town, and Ros. Glorious Ros, and her big soft tits.
As they talked he noticed a small figure looking through the racks of weapons. It was Arya Underfoot, trying to get up to no good, doubtlessly.
"Hey! What have I said before?" he walked up to her and then bodily picked her up without waiting for a response. She squirmed in his grasp, but he didn't let go.
He carried her all the way out of the armory. He put here down outside and glared down at her, "No playing around in the armory," he declared gruffly to Arya, baring her path back into the armory.
He laughed, at least one person hadn't changed. He watched as she glared at him and then stuck out her tongue at him before racing away to probably get into more mischief. He laughed to himself and walked back to Wallis.
He found Wallis standing there staring at him, pale and with wide horrified eyes. Wallis was also slowly backing away from him.
He frowned at the man, "What? Can't let little Underfoot get into trouble here."
"That's Arya Stark."
"And?"
"That's Arya Stark," Wallis repeated dumbly, his eyes filled with fear.
Tomard rolled his eyes at him and gave him an 'are you stupid look', "So? Have you any idea how much trouble Arya Underfoot would have caused if I let her mess around in the armory? Lord and Lady Stark would have my head!" he huffed with annoyance.
Wallis just kept staring at him, unblinking and aghast. He shook his head once and then slowly backed away.
Tomard frowned at the Manderly man's actions and shook his head at the man's stupidity. You never let little girls mess around in the armory, that was just common sense. He turned back to his duties...or at least tried to.
He found that every other guard in the armory was giving him the same stare that Wallis had been giving him. The aghast look was on the faces of every last Manderly and Reed man around him. The other Stark men were looking between him and them just as confused as he was now.
"What?" he demanded in confusion.
Nobody answered him, instead they all just turned back to their tasks, ignoring him. He shared a glance with Varly, but he just shrugged, just as confused as Tomard was.
He ignored it and got back to work, but over the next few days, Tomard found that only the other Stark men were talking to him.
All the Manderly and Reed men avoided him like he'd gotten Greyscale.
Author's Notes: He he, been wanting to write this since way back. Finally got it done. As Always, Read, Enjoy and Review! :D