Chapter 2
The next morning, Amelia and Lacy were eating breakfast in Amelia's room when Arya and Bran come running into the room.
"Bran? Arya? What are you doing?" Amelia asked startled, her fork clinking on her dish.
"Father brought us something!" Arya screamed, jumping on Amelia's bed.
"Oh yeah, and what's that?" Lacy asked, setting her tea cup down so she could pay better attention to the children.
"Direwolves!" Bran shouted, running to the bedroom door to open it. In walked two little wolf pups trailing behind him.
"Direwolves, where did father get these?" Amelia asked, getting out of her chair and sitting on the floor next to Bran to play with the pups.
"Father went out hunting this morning and killed the mother, so we get the pups! All of us have them; even Jon!" Arya informed, picking up her pup and sitting down on Amelia's bed.
"What are their names?" Lacy asked, reaching to put the pup in Arys's lap.
"Mines Nymeria." Arya answered, as the pup perked his ears up and licking Arya's arm.
"I named mine Summer" Bran said.
"They're very pretty." Lacy said petting the wolf on the head.
"And they will protect you too. Direwolves are meant to guard the Stark family, why do you think it's your house sigil."
There was a knock on the door, and a hand maid came in. "My ladies, my lord." She said bowing slightly. "Your mother is requesting your presents in your rooms to prepare for the royal visit."
"Come on you two, go get ready." Lacy said, pushing them lightly out the door. "We will see you soon."
The hand maid leaves and two more issue in, one taking the trays from their breakfast, the other to help Amelia prepare for the visit.
"I should head back to my room too. The maids must to wondering where I am. Will you meet me in the library after you're ready?" Lacy asked her sister.
"I will meet you in the library when I am dressed Lace." Amelia assured her sister and watched as Lacy closed the door behind her.
Lacy had just finished putting the last piece of stray hair back into her braid when a knock came from the door.
"Yes? Come in." She called, admiring her dress one last time before turning her attention to the door.
At the door stood Catelyn Stark, dressed in her finest clothes, staring at Lacy. Lacy bows politely and Catelyn does the same, then rushes to her side.
"You just look beautiful, darling. Just stunning."
"Thank you." Lacy said blushing.
"Joffrey will be speechless when he sees you."
Lacy turns away from Cat when she hears Joffrey's name. "Cat, I can't be married to Joffrey, he's so much younger than me and I don't love him. Please mother I can't marry him. Please don't make me. Sansa is so much better a suiter for him then I am." Lacy started to rant, walking over to her window, and taking a breath of fresh air.
"Come now child. Joffrey will make a wonderful husband, and you don't need to be in love when you get married, you will learn to love one another. That's what Ned and I did. And I know you are a bit older than he is, but that doesn't matter. Your father and I both think it's a wise thing for you, and you can bring your sister to the castle and find her a noble husband and then you two will never have to worry about anything. Isn't that what you want?"
Lacy wanted to shout at her. To tell her that it wasn't and that Robb was the only one she wanted to marry, and that Amelia would be more happy worrying about everything while Jon was at her side over not a care in the world with someone she barely knew let alone love. But she knew that she couldn't. She couldn't tell Catelyn about any of it. About her and Robb, or Amelia and Jon. So, she did the only other thing she could do, bite her tongue and do what she was told.
"Come now child, finish getting ready, the royal family should be arriving shortly and I must speak to my eldest before." Catelyn turned and headed toward the door and left.
When Amelia was done getting ready, she headed toward the stables where she knew Jon would be. When she entered, she found him taking the saddle off of one of the horses and started to brush its coat; a small white puffball running around by his feet. She guessed that must be one of the Direwolves that were given to the Stark children.
"Enjoy your hunt?" Amelia spoke, braking the quietness of the barn.
Jon looked up at her and smiled. "Hello to you too." He brushes the horse one last time and places the brush back on the shelf in the stable. He pats the horse on the neck and feeds him an apple.
"So did you? It seems like you brought a friend back." She teased, pointing to the small white fluff that followed in Jon's shadow.
Jon snickered. "Yeah, uh, this is Ghost. Ned found the pups after killing the mother. And I got lucky enough to get one, I guess."
"He's very cute." Amelia said, stopping to pick up the small poof.
"He's not cute, he's going to grow up to be a mean, tough, killer this one." Jon teased, turning to scratch the pups belly. Ghost yawned and curled up into Amelia more. "Or cuddle you to death." Jon added laughing.
They arrived at Jon's small hut and entered. Jon walked over to stoke the fire that was slowly starting to die out, and Amelia sat on a chair, rocking the pup.
"Are you invited to the feast tonight?" Amelia asked. "Or did Cat ban you from attending?"
"No, she's letting me come, but I can't be seen when the king arrives. I'm not part of the family." Jon said angerly, throwing a log into the fireplace.
"Jon, it's not your fault. You didn't choose this, you don't deserve this! I don't know why Catelyn doesn't see that. You are just as much a member of this family as Lacy and I. Hell you're more so!"
Jon smiled at Amelia. "You're amazing, you know that?"
"I know." Amelia agreed, smiling up at Jon.
Jon leaned down and kissed her. Their lips moving in rhythm to the other. Amelia placed her free hand onto Jon's neck and pulled him in closer. Her other hand cradled a sleeping Direwolf. Jon pulled away slowly and kissed her forehead.
"Has Lacy figured out what to do about Joffrey yet?" Jon asked, pulling up a chair next to Amelia.
"No. She's terrified. She doesn't know what to do about anything. She's going crazy over Robb, and not wanting to be separated with him. I'm starting to freak out now because if she has to marry the prince, we're going to have to move to Kingslanding, and…."
"Wait, we're moving to Kingslanding?" Jon interrupted her. "Who's we?"
"My sister and I. I can't just leave her to take on Kingslanding by herself. She's going to need me."
"Why can't you stay here? She's the one who's going to be queen, not you."
"So? She's my sister Jon, I can't just abandon her when she's going to need me."
"And what about us? You're just going to leave and not come back?"
Amelia was silent for a moment before she spoke. "You could come with me…I doubt anyone will mind you coming with me. We can tell people about us."
"I can't come with you Ames." Jon said, taking a drink from the glass that was sitting on the table.
"Why not? We could be together! Live out the rest of summer in warmer weather and lighter clothes. We don't have to be so hidden all the time…."
"I told you Amelia I can't come with you!" Jon answered back, voice getting a bit louder.
"And why not Jon!"
"BECAUSE THEY DON'T ALLOW BASTEREDS IN THE CAPITAL." Jon screamed, slamming his fist into the table. "Especially one with the queen-to-be's sister. It would ruin you and your image." Jon said, almost defeated.
"Fuck my image Jon!" Amelia yelled back, standing up from her chair. She placed the now awake pup on the floor and heads towards the door. "I'm sorry you think I care more about my image than I do for you or for us. Well guess what Jon, bastared or not, I love you, and I wouldn't care if people thought I was half animal because I was with you! I won't leave my sister to do this on her own." And with that Amelia storms out of the hut.
Jon just stands there. Emotion flooding through him all at once. Anger, regret, confusion. He threw his glass into the fire, and it roared to life then died down when the wine was gone. Ghost was by Jon's feet, and nudged him as he whined.
"She loves me Ghost, and I fucked it up."