Did that bar wench really ask Jaime to go to her quarters later tonight? Irika thought harshly, and as she was going to speak, the Queen did before her.
"I already have one lecher of a brother, I do not need another one." Her tongue was sharp and her voice harsh.
"It seems the Queen does not like us speaking, Ser Lannister, perhaps, meeting in my quarters will be best." Erica spoke seductively. This made both Irika and Cersei fill with rage, but they said nothing, and as Erica left, Irika huffed.
"You can't be serious brother, a bar wench? You can do so much better."
"Ah, I must keep an eye on this one, dear sister, she is a feisty one from what I can tell."
"But . . . But . . ."
"Now Irika, we've taught you not to stutter, say what you mean to." Cersei scolded the young blonde. Irika looked away, and just glared. She glared at the room, the banners, the people, her plate, and especially Erica and Sammy. They were having a merry time even after Erica just did what she did, disgracing the young Lady Irika and the Queen Cersei.
The next day Irika was out and about, looking for the bar wench to help pack her things, for they left in the morrow. She overheard some talking.
"I almost had him last night, but alas he was to quick, he asked me to go to King's Landing with him."
"And what did you say?"
"Yes, of course, the closer I can get to the King the better."
"Well, you can't get any closer than King's Landing I suppose." It was Sammy and the other, Erica. Irika was outraged. He asked her to go to King's Landing with us!? She started over.
"A bar wench like yourself? What have you got to do in King's Landing with us?" She sneered.
"Why . . . young Lady of the House of Lannister, I have been asked to come by Ser Jaime, your brother." Erica said in her defense.
"Exactly." Sammy supported her and nodded.
"He is fool . . . Bringing along dead weight . . ." She paused, studied Erica over and glared. "The Gods know you have much of it." She walked off. She could hear the series of dumbfounded grunts Erica gave and just rolled her eyes, she headed to the court.
Irika stood up straight to try and impress the men, she was of course, of age and not yet married, a disgrace in this time. She found the men in Winterfell very attractive, but she had yet to catch the eye of any of them. Sighing, she gave up hope and let herself slouch, let herself relax for once, and then he walked up to her.
"Need any help packing Milady?"
She looked up and saw a dark haired boy standing before her. She hesitated for a seconds moment but nodded. "Yes, the bar wench was supposed to help me, but she's probably off doing the Gods know what, so I wouldn't mind the help." The boy nodded to her and started helping with her bags and trunks.
"So I take you don't like it here Milady?" he asked, a frown playing around his lips.
"Oh, the weather is beautiful, it's just some of the people I haven't taken a liking to." She explained to him. The boy looked at her and raised an eyebrow.
"Oh? Such as who?"
"For instance, that one girl, who works in the castle, Erica, how she seduced Jaime in front of the Queen and I was downright wrong of her, then there's Samantha, she flaunts that she does not like the Queen or I, though she does not say it. Then there are a few here and there but they are minuscule."
"For someone who doesn't like them, you sure took it out of your way to remember their names."
"One does not leave without getting their enemies names, it is common sense."
"I suppose so, but I can tell you Sammy's full of herself, always has been, I don't know Erica well enough to say anything about her though."
"Well, she puts herself out there." Irika sneered finally, looking down, noticing her fists were clenched, and how unlady like that was. She quickly relaxed her hands before the boy noticed.
"I noticed last night at the party." The boy said. A smile formed upon Irika face.
"I'm glad it was not only the Queen and I who noticed . . . You're very handsome . . . Um . . . Pardon me, I didn't catch your name." She blushed and looked away shyly, feeling very stupid. The boy chuckled and smiled at her.
"Theon Greyjoy." Irika blinked.
"Greyjoy, yes, I have heard that name before. It is an honor to meet you Theon."
"As it is you Lady Irika." He said but blinked fast as she held her hand up to him. She lowered it and smiled at him.
"Please, it's just Irika to you."
There was a nice silence between the two. The birds chirped and everything seemed wonderful, but what if Theon found out about her secret? He wouldn't. There was no way he would. But she still feared.
"Will you be coming to King's Landing with us, Theon?" She asked quietly.
"I'm afraid not." He said sadly.
"Will you be staying here then?"
"I will."
"Then what do you wish me to do? Write to you, or stay here?" Irika looked up at him. Their eyes locked.
"I'd like you to stay of course, but I know you cannot. Your father wouldn't allow it." He said solemnly and he broke the gaze and went back to Irika's packing. Irika tighten her lip into a tight line, she was of age, she could do as she pleased! How dare he make it seem like she is under her father's control!?
"And who is to say I cannot? I can do as I please, I have no important ties to King's Landing, Cersei is Queen, Jaime a knight, and Tyrion won't be going home either."
"But he will be returning after seeing the wall . . . besides you really shouldn't leave your father, he is family." Theon protested strongly.
"My father . . . Theon the thing about my father is . . ."
A woman ran into the court, screaming that Bran had fallen from the tower.
