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Chapter 1
Lynara Stark
Lynara Stark didn't know what to expect.
She knew that she is a prisoner of sorts. A hostage for this King Ivar son of Ragnar and known as Ivar the Boneless.
Deana stayed by her side no matter what. Lynara had endured many things for the sake of her brothers, Bran and Rickon.
Knowing that they should be away from this place, but she knows that a Stark must remain here.
Lynara observed quietly from her window. Deana lay on her bed and watches as her mistress stares at the window.
The Stark girl is worried. How will they come back?
Does her brother know that she is held prisoner from these strange raiders that live in a different land?
Lynara scoffs.
'No, he is not. I have seen his death all because of one woman.'
She had seen in her flames.
A pretty, determined healer woman who wished is part of the lion's den and not much wealth or army to spare. Believing that love and being good-hearted will conquer all the injustices.
She saw her family's banner six seashells, white on the sand.
Foolishness to throw away alliances over the virginity of a woman who brought no prospect, wealth, or army. She only brings downfall and death to their family.
Lynara knew it was a matter of time when Robb was wedded to that woman, then all that she has for her family will be gone.
"My lord what shall I do now?" Lynara picks up a bowl that is filled with stones to help her visions.
She spokes in Valyrian languages as she threw stones sages into the fire.
"Lord of Light, I call upon thee to send help for my needs. Ancestors of Starks, return to help me."
Lynara moved her body side to side with rhythm. Deana lifted her head and gazed at her mistress.
"Praise to the blood of the first men that flows in the North as it does mine."
SO, like any magic bonded between them, Deana stands up and jumped down from the bed. The wolf paced and panting back and forth towards Lynara then fires which are repeated in the same motions.
"I see the young wolf cut off the winter sun and its northern lights had abandoned us in the storms."
RUMPLEs!
Thunderstorms are happening in Winterfell. Lynara gasped look up into her ceilings. Her eyes glowed moonlight as Deana's eye shines as well. Deana snarled at the flames as they burst brighter.
"Lions are corning the wolf and broke our North in pieces. The Red Kings are returning to claim the Wolves Den to rule us all!"
The window burst open as the rain, cold and wind blew in her room. Thunder burst more and flashes more of its light.
"But I shall rise for my people from their ashes as mine. I will be cold as winter to my allies and enemies alike. I shall be ruthless to those who think twice of betraying my loyalties and vows."
She hears the whispers from the Lord of Light.
"Rut…. Ruth…. Ruthless Queen…. All hail…. the Ruthless Queen…. All hail the Ruthless Queen…"
"How my lord will I claim such title? How can I claim the power to protect what belongs to the wolves?" She questioned and gasped as she gazed at the flames that is lighten up brighter.
"King Ivar the Boneless is that key. Claim his heart and mind."
Lynara looked at her the fire as if she fears what would happen if it blows away from the light.
"But he looks too strong to need such affection from the woman."
"Yet like all great men like Aegon the conquer, he needs a soothsayer and speak of love, devotion, and loyalty. Ivar the Boneless will not be any different from other great men."
Lynara knew what she must do and will achieve it.
"Yes, my lord. I will do as you bid."
She gasped and collapsed on the floor. Lynara body is covered in soot and sweats as all the stars reflected in her eyes and hers alone.
"Your descendants intertwine with Ivar's will be numerous as the stars."
Sleep took over as she lay there.
Ivar The Boneless
The following morning came as Ivar looks over their books, scrolls, and much knowledge. He looked at their languages that are quite similar to Saxon's ones.
Yet today he is distracted when he spotted the color red. That beautiful hostage of theirs. Ivar gazed at her, licked his lips and hunger was in his eyes.
The fearless she-wolf.
He knew her game.
She pretended to be obedient and lenient around his warriors, but he could see her rage and glare that could freeze a man.
He wanted to hear her fight.
Would she be a verbal fight with him?
Or will she turn physical?
Ivar hates not to know anything from lands to people. This Lady Lynara is most difficult to ignore.
Even when he insults her or burst into anger. She just stood there.
Flashback:
CRASH!
A plate is thrown at the wall.
Lynara eyes went from the mess then back to Ivar. Ivar has gotten more drunk than ever. You wanted to know why he has gotten so pissed off.
First, she refused to sit next to him. Ivar ordered her to do, but she said, "If you remember correctly, that is not your seat, but fathers. That second seat is for the wife which I am not. I am a captive and will not allow myself to forget that."
The second was considered the greatest insult of all. Lynara was in conversation with his brother, Hvitserk who gave a loving gesture that bewitched Hvitserk already. Lynara gains a smile and allows Hvitserk to peppered her with kisses like a lover.
So, Ivar was furious.
'I was supposed to give those gestures! How dare that bitch believed that she still rules the house.'
One thing that was left to make his displeasure known was to throw his plate that was meant to be his fill.
So that is where everyone grew quiet as they see the stand-off between the she-wolf and the Heathen Ivar the Boneless.
All of his warriors stood waiting to see something would happen.
Ivar glared at her blank expression, inhaling his anger, but did the unexpected of him. He turned away and walked to the room he claimed as his own.
Ivar went and trashed up the room with his crutch.
DASH!
BANG!
SMASH!
Ivar inhales then exhales as he has broken many things in the room. A sound of the knock came over.
KNOCK, KNOCK
"What?" Ivar shouted at the door.
"It is the she-wolf, Lynara."
The guard named White-haired announces it.
Ivar's head snapped fast towards the direction of his door.
'She's here? Why?'
He was tempted to send the woman away, but damn his curiosity is killing him.
Why? Would she come and see him?
"Let her in."
The door opened as White-hair let Lynara enter with dignity and grace. Ivar noticed that somewhat change her clothes. It looks loose like it was meant for a bed, one thing he always enjoys is she is still wearing the color red.
Ivar waved off White-hair as he stared at the Lynara.
He scoffs as Lynara still stares at him point-blank.
"What do you want? Hmm?" There was quietness and no answer.
His jaw clenched and shouted, "WELL?! Answer me damnit!"
Ivar went and turned as he walked towards her.
He stood tall as Lynara looked her him with unnerving in her eyes.
Ivar grew irritated and hissed at her. "Answer me, I know you aren't tamed."
"Why are easily angry when I am the first to refused to obey?" Lynara questioned him which Ivar refused to answer as he avoided her eyes.
"I am not, am I? In fact, you looked in pain." His head snapped back towards her. "All your life, you struggled to survive. Your legs are not a curse. It is your burden and strength that no man can carry, but you."
His raging blue eyes slowly calmed down.
"Man, judges by others for the physical flaws, but the Lord of Light judges man based on the size of his heart."
'Lord of Light?'
That is sounded like too many words from those Christians to him, but he slowly doubted that it is the same god as those Christians he had killed across the seas.
Lynara slowly raised her hand and placed it on his heart. He became warm and nervous as he is not saying anything. Caressing her hand slowly in a tiny circle around his heart.
"Your heart aches for what you hold desire. It is broken, but is never gone." Quick as a viper he grabbed hold of her hand that was placed in his chest.
He squeezed her hand, but Lynara didn't wince nor make any sounds. He doesn't know why, but it feels too familiar like Aslaug or maybe Lynara is a witch as they said.
What seemed like forever, he gently ungripped her hand and saw her smooth skin. He is thumbing her hand and inhaling it.
The smells of wet leaves and something else.
He shuttered and shivers as he pulled her hand to his side-face. He closes his eyes to rub her hand on his cheek towards his lips.
Lynara watches as she allowed him to do as he pleases.
Ivar looked like a scared little child that fear separation from his mother.
"Stay." Ivar looked at her. Lynara gave a ghost smile similar to her father. "Is that a command, my king?"
"No! I want you here with me." Ivar pleaded as he held her hand onto his face.
"As you wish."
Ivar has been allowing her to be with him in his privacy. Lynara even bought her wolf, Daena. He was awe at such a fine beast and believes her wolf could be Fenrir's offspring.
He held her and preferred that she listen and not talk.
Ivar never cares for anyone, but his mother and Floki. He wanted her here with him. He would cut and punish her people and his if they insulted her very being.
They can't understand.
Lynara is like him. They are both alone even though they had lots of siblings but felt out of the place for them.
Lynara said that she had only her father and Jon Snow her bastard half-brother whom she never allows anyone to call a bastard.
Her mother regarded her with fear and never understanding that her seven gods are dead. The Old Gods had turned silence and abandon their family to their doom for the sins of building her mother's temple.
Robb loved his sister, but always cruel words that stroke her with blades that would have killed her when he spoke out of anger.
Sansa her naïve sister is like their mother only worse than she believes in silly fairytales.
Arya is her favorite besides Jon Snow. Always free-spirited and wild as any Stark is supposed to be.
Bran and Rickon are youngest brothers so innocent as they too have the makings of Starks.
Jon Snow loved and protected her like her knight and shield. He is destiny for great things.
Yet he allows her to have the privilege to walk around her castle with his two chosen guards to walk her outside with Deana.
A way to build better trust between each other. Every turn out of anger, quickly ceased it easily as he calms down as Lynara went and place her hand on his arm.
His mind is plagued by her.
He cannot allow himself to get close, he liked that fire that seemed to glow in her presence. A calm aura is yet careful not to fuse her temperature.
The color red reminded him of blood, war, and his gods.
However, there is a matter that needs to discuss.
He received a raven no doubt Lynara taught what are they for. It is from her older brother. This King Robb Stark demanded that he release his sister or else suffer his wrath.
Ivar laughs at that.
She did mention he was prone to say things in anger and fear, but she never that he will be this stupid.
Words are words to Ivar. Yet he doesn't seem to see what greatness in this Young Wolf.
However, he can't be too careful. He must alert his people to keep watch as he did not doubt that someone like a thrall of her household is still making messages by secrets.
For now, he needs to keep Lynara at his side and within his sight.
"Send in Lynara."
Ivar knew he is dependent on her. Her empty presence felt like someone had taken her and never returning her without his approval.
He felt with her. He will suffocate. He couldn't believe it. All this madness he is having over a woman!
He is not his brother!
Ivar is different from them.
Lynara came in with her wolf as always.
"What is-?"
"Don't say another word." He lifted his finger at her. He stares at her with such an awe expression. "Come here." He offered his hand as Lynara slowly walked and take his hand bringing her whole body onto his lap.
His head was placed onto her chest as she held him in her arms. Call him weak in public all you like but know this.
This she-wolf is his and his alone.
No one will get her.
No, even her brother.
Reviews are welcome.
Okay, so Ivar is close to obsessing in having her attention, emotions, and felt the need to have her at his side at all times. Lynara is coaxing him to get power to have and keep herself safe and keeping her enemies away from her family.
Next Chapter
Ramsay Snow with Bolton men at their gates. Ivar the Boneless vs the Ramsay Snow.
One shall rise.
The other will fall.