Game of Thrones: Life on Canvas

Chapter 4 of my Game of Thrones story, enjoy.

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Disclaimer: Game of Thrones belongs to George R.R. Martin.

Chapter 4

Myrcella walked slowly through the streets; her sketchbook tucked under her arm. In spite of the cold she enjoyed the snow here. She admired the way it blew on the wind, white and pure, the air smelled cleaner too.

'There are many things that aren't perfect about this new life here.' She pondered with a small smile. 'But it still feels right, I am free here, free to pursue my dreams.'

All the same, she couldn't deny she missed her family. That was why the phone call from Tommen had cheered her up considerably. She was also looking forward to his visit and couldn't wait to meet his boyfriend. She was pleased her brother had found someone he could be happy with.

Yet she was concerned too. 'I do hope the boy is nice to him; I'd hate for him to get hurt.'

She also fretted about what the family would say when the truth finally was revealed. Still, no matter what, she swore she'd stand by her brother.

'After all, I've not got much to lose.' She thought ruefully. 'I'm already alienated from my family as it is.'

She shook her head, pushing the negative thoughts away. She had to focus on why she came out here after all; she was searching for inspiration.

Listening to the rhythmic crunch of the snow under her boots as she walked; she began to look around, taking in things to portray in her art. She so far, had no luck; she was seeing plenty of beautiful sights, made even more beautiful by the gently falling snow.

However none of it appealed; she felt like something was missing. She wanted something more 'stirring and energetic'. She stopped by the gate which led to the Godswood. She smiled; of all the things in the North, this was her favourite. She entered and looked around, walking through the Godswood. A strange sense of serenity came over her, as it always did when she was here.

'It always feels so…strange here.' She noted. 'It's apparently a holy site; it certainly feels like one.'

She eventually reached the centre of the Godswood and stopped; observing the clearing ahead. The large Heart Tree in the centre of the wood, the peaceful, calm, lake. Everything about it seemed tranquil, peaceful, perfect. Myrcella smiled and opened her sketch book, reaching into her pocket for a pencil. She put the pencil on the paper and looked around. She frowned however and pulled the pencil away, pocketing it again. She tucked her sketchbook back under her arm.

Sighing she shook her head. "No, not here."

It didn't feel right; she couldn't possibly do this place justice, couldn't capture the truth of it in her art. It felt like she was profaning this sacred place.

So, dejectedly, she returned to the street and continued walking. She observed some of the buildings too; hoping that perhaps, they could offer her something to help. It was then she stopped, looking at the building in front of her. It was large, made of stone, the windows were arched and at the top of the roof, above the entrance, was a large stone wolf. The name of the building was carved into the stonework above the door. The Stark Historical Museum.

'The Starks; this is one of their business interests.' She thought to herself.

She knew the Stark family; her father and the current head of the family, Eddard Stark, were good friends, even to this day. The two families had been close, yet now there was some distance. This had been due to Joffrey once dating Eddard's oldest daughter, Sansa, and treating her horribly. They had split up now, but the damage had been done. The two families weren't as close as before.

Like her family, the Starks were rich, having many business interests, such as the museum before her. Their chief business however was a large corporation called Stark Enterprises, run by Eddard Stark himself. Hoping she would find something there, she decided to go in. Especially since she realized she had been standing still so long, she was starting to shiver in the cold.

Once inside she removed her hat and gloves and unwound her scarf, leaving it hanging loosely. She looked around the quiet foyer and decided to simply look around at a methodical pace. Many of the exhibits were from different time periods, all were from the North however, it showed the progression made as the years, the centuries, went by. Myrcella was intrigued, the north was certainly rich with history, many of the pieces were remarkable.

A few in particular caught her eye and when she saw a display containing a medieval banner, depicting the Starks family crest from medieval times, ideas sprung up in her head. She grinned and quickly began working in her sketch pad. She was so engrossed in her work, she didn't notice the young man approaching her at first.

"Hello?"

She started and looked up; standing next to where she sat was a young man, around twenty-one, with auburn hair and blue eyes. He was dressed in a neat suit and looked somehow familiar to her.

"Y-yes?" She queried, regaining her composure.

He smiled lightly. "I was just wondering if there was anything I could help you with, miss?"

She smiled back and shook her head. "Oh no, I'm fine I just…Sorry, I should introduce myself, I'm Myrcella…"

"Wait, Myrcella, Myrcella Baratheon?"

She stopped at that. "Yeah, how do you…?" Then it clicked and she gasped.

"Robb Stark?"

The man grinned and nodded. She was amazed, she hadn't seen Robb in years, not since before the issue with Joffrey dating Sansa.

Myrcella wasn't quite sure how it happened; but she and Robb ended up talking, mostly about the time before, when they had known and seen each other regularly. She had asked about his family and learned that, apart from twelve year old Rickon, who was just starting to notice girls, all his family were dating. That surprised her, especially when she realized that his youngest sister, Arya, a wild child in many ways, was also dating.

Robb admitted to having just ended a bad relationship himself. She felt sorry for him about that; she had even told her at least some of how she was doing. Her living in the north, her reasons for it, her dreams of being an artist, mentioning her current hunt for inspiration. She neglected to mention the state of her apartment, or her second job however.

She was surprised at how much time they had spent talking, but eventually she had to go. She said goodbye to Robb; smiling at having met him again after so long, and began heading home. She felt the heat in her face and prayed she wasn't actually blushing. Talking to Robb had also brought back memories of how she used to have a silly little crush on him back then.

She was still feeling elated when she finally returned home and this time, with her sketchbook as an aid; when she sat in front of her canvas, inspiration came easily. The work just flowed out of her a she worked on her next painting.

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