Game of Thrones: Kindred Spirits

Chapter 3 of my Game of Thrones story, enjoy.

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Now onto the story. A brief note, in this I have, as you'll have noticed, messed with the ages, quite considerably for a few of the characters but yeah, it works, trust me. Also, two characters in this are based on actual actors for their appearances, Shireen (Kerry Ingram but with slight changes to be more true to her Baratheon roots) and Devan (Based on young Scottish Actor John Bell, my personal fancast for Devan now).

Disclaimer: I don't own Game of Thrones or its characters.


Chapter 3

Now at school, Rickon fought to control himself, settling on simply sighing, quietly. He was with a group, yet still felt shunned, on the edges. The rest of the group was a mix of people, boys and girls, all in their uniforms and yet Rickon felt like he was alone, even on something as simple as his dislike of said uniform.

'Am I the only one who sees how ridiculous we all look wearing these shorts?' He wondered. 'They're all like Bran, they either don't mind or actually seem to like it.'

He observed the other boys. Standing closest to Bran, the two of them chatting away amiably was a boy of seventeen. He wasn't all that tall and had tousled sandy hair and green eyes, as well as being somewhat skinny, it was Bran's best friend, Jojen Reed, the son of their father's close friend Howland.

Two other boys of seventeen sat nearby, one was reasonably tall, with a toned build as a result of working out due to being chubby in his younger years, with neat blonde hair and green eyes, as well as a slight tan. The second boy was somewhat short and skinny, rather pale with short brown hair and watery blue eyes.

Rickon knew them both. The first boy was Tommen Baratheon, youngest son of President Robert Baratheon and his wife Cersei; Robert being another friend of their father's. The second boy was actually Robin Arryn, cousin of the Stark children as his mother was their maternal Aunt, Lysa.

The other three boys in the group were all eighteen; chatting to Tommen and Robin was tall dark haired boy with dark eyes and tan skin, his features clearly Dornish, Trystane Martell. The other two also stood together chatting; both were somewhat tall with the first being somewhat reasonably built, very pale with pale greenish blue eyes, pale blonde hair, rosy lips and little to no blemishes; the other boy was similarly build and had jet black hair and blue eyes, as well as fair skin.

Devan Seaworth and Edric Storm respectively.

That left the girls, standing by Tommen, Robin and Trystane, talking together themselves, were two eighteen year old girls, both with blonde hair and green eyes, although one was slightly taller, with a more curvaceous figure and light tan skin, the other was pale and slender. They were Tommen's older sister, Myrcella Baratheon, and a family member, Joy Hill, respectively.

Another young woman of eighteen stood with Devan and Edric, also talking to them. She was a rather short young woman, with a round pale face, doe blue eyes, thin coloured lips, a rather aquiline nose, long black hair, rather thick eyebrows. She had Greyscale scars on her left cheek from the jaw to her eyebrow, covering a good part of the cheek. It was Myrcella's cousin, Shireen Baratheon.

The final member of their group was a girl of sixteen, also with blonde hair and green eyes; it was Janei Lannister.

While Rickon remained lost in thought, trying to figure out why he felt so distant from the group; another person arrived. But this did not improve his mood, although the others brightened up. Said figure was another girl of eighteen, somewhat short with shoulder length brown hair and grey eyes, as well as pale skin and a long narrow face. It was Arya Stark.

"Arya, there you are." Bran greeted her cheerfully.

Arya smiled casually. "Hey Bran."

Rickon did not trust his mouth at this stage; then it happened; something which bought him some time at least.

"So, are you gonna show us?" Myrcella asked teasingly.

Arya turned to her, eyebrow raised. "Show you what?"

Joy laughed. "The ring of course; c'mon, we all know Gendry proposed and you said yes."

Rolling her eyes, Arya nevertheless obliged and held out her left hand, showing her engagement ring. It was rather beautiful although it looked somewhat worn.

Arya explained that easily. "It was...his mother's."

They were soon all gushing about this; but Arya quickly turned away.

Then she saw him. "Hey Rickon..."

"Don't." He replied quickly.

A tense silence sudden fell.

"Rickon, what are you…?"

Rickon growled. "You know exactly what I'm upset about Arya, now just stop it."

"Rickon..."

But he wouldn't listen, he just stormed off, not listening to her.

Sensing her frustration Bran spoke. "Arya don't just...give it time...the two of you are too stubborn to simply talk things out sensibly anyway."

Arya wanted to snap back at that, but she knew Bran was right.


The school day had been dull and boring so far, mostly, for Lyanna. But now, here she was, at lunch, facing a problem. Said problem was an eighteen year old girl, who used her school uniform to look like the biggest slut ever, she had dark hair and eyes and a magnificent figure.

"Shut the fuck up, Myranda." Lyanna snapped.

Myranda scoffed. "Awww, is little baby Lyanna mad...Acting like your so tough when you're just a fucking tramp."

Lyanna rounded on the taller girl, furious. "Excuse me?!"

"Where's your bra, slut?" Myranda taunted. "Not that you need one for those puny things."

That was as far as she got as the next thing Myranda knew, she was on the floor, her face burning in pain as Lyanna had punched her.

"What the fuck!?" She cried shocked; before growling. "You bitch, you will regret this, just wait and see."

With that she recovered and stormed off.

Shaking her head Lyanna thought to herself. 'Calling me a slut, that's rich, at least I'm wearing underwear, you dumb whore.'

Shaking her head again she turned, only to nearly collide with another student.

"Hey, watch it." She cried.

He shot back at once. "You watch it, you're the one who ran into me."

She was about to give him a piece of her mind when she stopped, as did he. For they both recognized each other.

They recalled their previous meetings, usually at family events since her family worked for his.

"Rickon Stark?" She realized.

The boy nodded. "Yeah, Lyanna Mormont?"

She too nodded and there was an awkward silence; the two of them recalled the few other times they had met.

"Um, yeah...sorry." They chorused in unison.

They were a little taken aback by that, but quickly brushed it off; instead surprised at running into each other in such a fashion.


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