Game of Thrones: Kindred Spirits

Chapter 15 of my Game of Thrones story, enjoy.

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Chapter 15

Rickon sighed heavily as he checked himself in the mirror again, uncertain. It was time for the school winter formal dance. He knew many people were excited to go; he however was uneasy, especially as at this time, the Stark house was full of tension.

Looking in the mirror he bit his lip; somehow he had managed to get his hair to lie flat, he was dressed in a black tux, ready to be driven to the hall where the dance would be taking place. Heading out to join his parents as they got into the car and drove him there, Rickon tried to ignore the tension that was still thick in the air.

'Everything is still uptight, mostly about Bran and Jojen as well as the lingering issue of Arya...' He reflected. 'I just wonder how long it'll be before mom or dad end up going on about it.'

But to his relief nothing like that happened and after they drove off; he let out a sigh of relief as he entered the party venue. The music was already playing, the party already in full swing; he couldn't help but smile at that, as he looked around. He might have had to deal with a tense ride here but now he was here he could finally relax.

While he still felt things were difficult in regards to how he always felt left out in his family; it was times like this he was able to calm down and not worry about it. Especially when he saw Bran and Jojen together, both dressed up well. Bran in brown trousers with a white shirt, grey jacket and black shoes. Jojen in dark green trousers, with a white shirt, black jacket and black shoes. He immediately hurried towards them.

"Hey guys, there you are." He greeted.

They both turned and grinned; Bran speaking. "Hey Rickon."

Jojen smiled. "Hey, what's up?"

"Nothing much." Rickon admitted. "Things are still kinda...tense at home, but I'm doing alright."

"Ah, I see...Look, Rickon, I'm sorry, I..." Bran began.

Rickon shook his head. "It's cool Bran, really; I...I get it."

Bran raised an eyebrow at that. "Oh really, then Arya…?"

"I know, I know." Rickon replied quickly.

He knew the situations were pretty similar, if not identical. He couldn't be angry at Arya and not at Bran. Yet he didn't think this was the right time. Especially as he could see his sister was with her fiancée, Gendry, talking to Janei and clearly having a good time.

'I shouldn't interrupt; but I will find a chance.' He reflected.

Like practically everybody else, they were dressed up well; Janei in a red knee length dress with red heels. Meanwhile Arya, true to form, wore a fancy black suit rather than a dress, while Gendry wore a white tuxedo.

"I'll talk to Arya later."

Jojen sighed. "You know it's gonna be difficult, she's gonna be quite busy."

Rickon nodded; he knew that was true; but he couldn't think of any other way right now.

Rickon spent his time trying to find the one person he decided he wanted to see; unable to deny the truth any more. As he looked around he noticed some new couples that had formed; all of them dressed up well and enjoying themselves, two of those couples were up dancing.

The first couple being Myrcella in a pink knee length dress and white flats, with Trystane who wore camel coloured trousers, a yellow jacket over an orange shirt and brown shoes.

The second couple was Joy and Edric, Edric in a blue tux with white shoes and Joy in a pale blue knee length dress with lavender flats.

The final two couples he noted were not dancing, rather they were simply sitting together, quite close, their love for each other obvious. The first was Shireen, in a long purple dress with black flats and Devan, clad in grey trousers with a black shirt and black shoes.

The final couple being Tommen and Robin; Tommen clad in all black save for his red jacket, Robin in light grey trousers with a green jacket, white shirt, red bow tie and white shoes.

'Everybody is so...happy together, it's nice...I just hope I can finally...' He found himself wondering.

"Hey Rickon, there you are."

He tensed; for approaching him in an orange rather short dress with golden sandals was Marissa Frey. He knew right away what she wanted, her intentions were abundantly clear to him now.

He had to act quickly; he didn't want to hurt her, but he wasn't interested in her that way. He also had to hurry, for he was on a mission after all.

"Um, sorry, Marissa, I'm kinda in a hurry." He explained. "Can we...talk later?"

Marissa looked put out, but nodded. "Yeah, sure."

With that he made his escape and soon found Lyanna; she was looking amazing in a long, rather sexy in his view, black dress with heels and was confronting a black sexy Chinese dress and black heels wearing Myranda.

'Oh not again.'

He quickly hurried over.

"Aw, listen to the little baby..." Myranda was taunting.

Lyanna glared. "Listen bitch, I ought to..."

Rickon intervened. "Hey Lyanna, there you are, I've been looking for you."

Myranda narrowed her eyes, as Lyanna turned, eyes wide. "Rickon…?"

"Yeah, wanna dance?" He offered; but gave her a significant look.

Lyanna read his look and realized what he was doing; so she nodded. "Sure."

With that she joined him and they made their way out onto the dance floor.

"Your timing coulda been better." Lyanna muttered.

Rickon shook his head, they were dancing along to a slow dance tune. He was just glad to get Lyanna away from Myranda. Now he needed to find out how to tell her the truth.

Finally, taking a deep breath, Rickon spoke.

"Lyanna, I...I need to talk to you for a moment." He said. "I...it's something I've been meaning to say for a while and..."

Lyanna tensed, suddenly realized. 'Oh shit, no...he's going to...Rickon feels the same way as me.'

She was amazed by that, but knew she couldn't let anything happen.

"Rickon stop." She said quickly. "I know what you're going to say, but I can't let that happen. I'm..."

Rickon sighed. "I knew you were gonna say this, but tell me? How does falling in love makes you less of a person, at least, the person you want to be...Look at my sister Arya?"

Lyanna's protests died off at that; as she considered. She knew very well how independent Arya Stark was, yet she was engaged to a man she loved and if anything, she was stronger.

'And Rickon wouldn't...judge me, he never has...' She smiled. "Rickon I...you're right, the truth is...I actually feel the same way."

Rickon's eyes widened at that and then, both smiling; unaware of Marissa watching in shock and dismay, realizing that Rickon would now never be hers, they kissed.


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