Game of Thrones: Kindred Spirits

Chapter 2 of my Game of Thrones story, enjoy.

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Chapter 2

Standing before her mirror, naked, the sixteen year old young woman sighed. She was of medium height with long dark hair, dark eyes and pale skin. She was skinny and certainly not the kind of person who would draw the attention of men, her breasts being small, not really noticeable when she was dressed. She also didn't shave between her legs like most girls she knew. She didn't care either; she disdained that sort thing.

'Honestly, I don't get it...I'm a strong independent woman.' Lyanna Mormont told herself. 'Yet my sisters don't understand me. They are too, or at least claim to be, but they constantly get on my case. I thought they of all being would get it.'

It was true her behaviour lately was a little different, but she still felt as if her efforts to be recognized as independent and the kind of woman who didn't like being tied down by anything, that didn't need any man to make her life complete.

She sighed heavily. 'Why can they just not get it, get me...I feel like they're...turning on me, they don't act the way I expected them too.'

She decided to stop dwelling on it and get dressed for school instead; despite her hatred for the school uniform.

Now clothed she stood, shaking her head, as she observed her reflected. She wore the girl's summer uniform for her school, a black mid-thigh length pleated skirt, a white shirt with a red bow around the collar, black knee high socks and brown flats.

She grimaced. 'Urgh, making me show my legs like this...could this uniform be any more sexualized...At least I still won't let anyone tell me what to wear underneath.'

For it was true, while wearing underwear, Lyanna was in fact braless under her uniform, her own choice. She had refused to wear a bra since she was fourteen. Satisfied with this she turned and left her room, heading down to join her sisters for breakfast. Sure enough she found all four of them sitting eating.

"Lyanna, there you are." Dacey said. "Hurry up and sit down, you're gonna be late at this rate."

Lyanna rolled her eyes. "I still have an hour before school; relax."

Sitting down and eating she leaned over to pick something up from the table.

"Lyanna!" Dacey snapped. "Where's your bra?"

Lyanna groaned as she sat back; sitting forward had pulled her shirt tight across her chest, meaning her lack of bra must have been obvious.

"I'm not wearing one."

"Again." Alysanne remarked. "What is wrong with you, you should..."

Lyanna scoffed. "Oh c'mon, give me a break."

She couldn't believe they were having this argument again.

Trying to defend herself Lyanna spoke.

"Honestly, why can you not understand, why should we be made to wear things we don't want to." She snapped.

Lyra groaned. "Urgh, here we go again; listen to yourself Lyanna."

Alysanne nodded. "Indeed, you can't just keep doing this. It's not about that, it's about decency and..."

"There's nothing indecent about it, unless you make it that way." Lyanna shot back. "As for listening to myself, maybe I should...no one else does."

Dacey sighed. "Don't start this again."

"I didn't start anything. C'mon Jorelle, we better get going to school." Lyanna snarled.

With that she stood up and left with the only one of her sisters still in school; Jorelle bit her lip, clearly unsure what to say. But to Lyanna's relief, she didn't say anything. She really was getting tired dealing with all this nonsense. Just because her sisters didn't try understand her. She was truly fed up with their hypocritical nature.


End of chapter, hope you enjoyed it, read and review please.