Game of Thrones: Kindred Spirits
Chapter 8 of my Game of Thrones story, enjoy.
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Chapter 8
It was lunch time, Rickon found himself with his usual group as they ate. He had to admit, things had got slightly better between him and all of them, he started to feel a little more including, by talking to them more. But still he studiously ignored Arya. There was still a long way to go until she earned his forgiveness for abandoning him.
"Hey Rickon." A female voice greeted him.
He turned in his seat and tensed; it was Marissa again. She was leaning on the table, being more blatant with her attempts to flirt with him. He was blushing, trying to find a way to turn away without being rude. Due to how she was leaning on the table, she was, quite obviously, flashing her cleavage at him.
'I'll be she is without underwear again too.' He noted uncomfortably. 'Gods, what is wrong with this girl? That is tacky and not the least bit attractive...'
Still grinning Marissa continued her attempts to flirt with him. But Rickon was trying to explain, calmly, that he wasn't interested. After all, it wouldn't do to lose his temper in the middle of the school crowd. But she wasn't taking the hint. She just wouldn't let up, despite his efforts to remain clam and gently refuse her. She clearly wanted to flirt with him, until something worked, but he wasn't going to fall for it.
He couldn't help but reflect. 'What is thinking; this won't work, when has it ever worked...it's just, not right.'
He wished she could take the hint. But Marissa was relentless.
Watching this blatant and disrespectful display, glaring angrily, was Lyanna. She was outraged by Marissa's actions. Not only was the girl degrading herself as a woman but the way she was flirting with Rickon was making her blood boil. From her position she had the misfortune of seeing up Marissa's skirt briefly and, just like Myranda, wasn't wearing underwear.
'Urgh, fucking slut bitch...Look at her, how dare she act like that.' Lyanna thought angrily. 'She thinks she can get away with flirting with Rickon like a whore, acting like there's nothing wrong with how she is degrading herself...She, urgh...'
She couldn't understand why she felt this way. Usually this sort of behaviour angered her, yes. But this felt like it was more. She was actually boiling with anger at the sight before her.
She shook her head, trying to tear her gaze away. 'What is wrong with me, why am I like this...Is it because it's Rickon? I did feel strange this morning regarding him. I...Oh Gods, please no, I can't be...'
It was something which led to her feeling even more shocked, could she actually, despite all her efforts, be falling in love with Rickon Stark.
Arriving back home, Marissa Frey smiled to herself. Her plan appeared to be working.
'I could see it in his eyes. I've made some real progress with Rickon.' She reflected to herself. 'He'll come around soon, we'll be perfect together; I just have to show him what he can have with me.'
As she entered her family home she smiled brightly as she saw who was there. Said person was a woman of twenty-three with long curly strawberry blonde hair, blue eyes and pale skin. She had noticeable and curves and long legs and was quite beautiful. She recognized her at once.
"Ami!" She cried in delight.
Her sister, Amerei Lannister nee Frey turned to face Marissa and grinned.
"Hi Marissa."
The sister's hugged and it was then Marissa say Ami wasn't alone. For standing there, also smiling was a man of the same age with sandy blonde hair and green eyes, tall and reasonably built, it was Ami's husband; Lancel Lannister.
"Hi Lancel." She greeted him.
He smiled and returned her greeting before heading through to the kitchen. It was in that moment that Marissa went upstairs to get changed and, due to her speed, accidentally revealed something to Ami which startled her. For namely she had noted that Marissa wasn't wearing underwear.
'Gods, she...Marissa, what are you doing?' Ami thought, knowing exactly where Marissa got this from.
A short while later, she headed upstairs, deciding to talk to her sister.
Finding Marissa, now dressed in casual clothes, Ami hurried to her.
"Marissa, what are you doing, I...saw you..." She gasped.
Marissa paused but then realized what Ami meant. "Oh that, I'm just pressing my advantage while I try to get a boy."
Amerei sighed. "So you think you should follow my example. I'm not a proper example to follow, you should know that..."
"Oh c'mon, I just want to do that...at least you live, you don't let life pass you by and do things that are exciting." Marissa exclaimed.
Amerei sighed, this was certainly worrying for her. But she wasn't sure what she could do; especially since she didn't want to worry herself, mainly as she had important news and her worries could cause problems regarding said news.
So it was, the following day, Ami was ready; it was a special day, in more ways than one. When Lancel came downstairs in the morning; Ami was waiting for him, breakfast ready.
"Ami�" He began, surprised.
She grinned. "Good morning Lancel, happy birthday."
He laughed. "I've told you, I don't need anything special for my birthday."
"Well, that's a shame; because I have a special surprise for you." She replied with a laugh. "An...interesting birthday gift you might say."
That caught his attention. "Oh?"
She grinned and gently took his hand, guiding it to her stomach; his eyes widened instantly as he realized. Ami grinned and confirmed it with her words.
"You're going to be a father."
End of chapter, hope you enjoyed it, read and review please.
