CHAPTER THREE - WOLFSBANE

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Lara's POV

I was running away, rocks everywhere, it was a field. Cold, gloomy, and lonely. I was the only one here. Then I heard a screech, I considered the heavens and saw a dragon flying towards me, opening it's big, sharp-toothed jaws.

I fell on the ground, and I opened my eyes. I was in Winterfell again. I breathed like I was saved from drowning in the narrow sea, and sweat was dripping from my forehead. I sat up on my bed, and sighed.

It felt real.

Then I heard a knock on my door, I fixed my nightgown and pulled my hair behind my ear. "Come in," I said.

And the door immediately opened, it was Rickon. "Lara, Lara!" he screamed as he ran to my bed.

"Whoah," I said, "slow down, did something happened?" as I lifted his chin.

"Bran's leaving with the other boys and father. . . Father's going to behead a deserter," Rickon said hastily, with a sad tone.

I pouted, and furrowed my eyebrows. I hated to see Rickon upset, he's like my own brother. "He's not too young to go out and see things," I explained.

"There comes a time when you are old enough to see life, Rickon. And Bran's old enough to see your father doing his duties as lord of Winterfell, and going… it means that your father is going to teach Bran a valuable lesson," I continued.

"But, he's going to kill a man," Rickon said.

I was petrified, I didn't want to say such deep things to a little boy. Lady Catelyn will kill me for that. "Well… how do I explain this, everyone has to die, you and me too. And we can't escape death, Rickon. But what you can do is escape being afraid, you need to be brave," I said, "Surely, your father is going to pass the sentence because that man has broken a law, I imagine is a very hard thing for uncle Ned to do too."

Rickon looked confused, but he decided that he understands. "Hmm… all right, I understand. I need to be brave like you and Bran, one day, I'll even leave with Bran," he said, cheering himself up. Then I realized how he adored Bran so much.

"Good boy", I said as I kissed his forehead, "why don't you run along now, I'm sure your mother is looking for you," I offered, and Rickon's face blushed heavily. He ran outside of my room.

I got up and wore a dress over my nightgown that I could just tie at my waist, it's more of a robe. The fabric was light blue and comfortable. I braided my hair to the side and wore my pelted coat. Outside, the air was chilly, and yet it felt like the weather was a part of home. I walked through the halls toward the gates of Winterfell.

There were horses prepared for uncle Ned, Robb, Theon, Bran, and Jon in the courtyard, while the others were doing their daily work like every other day. I couldn't see the party that was going to leave Winterfell, so I glanced and turn my view into every angle of the courtyard. Suddenly from behind, someone was sneaking up on me and whispered behind my ear.

"Excuse me," the voice said. I turned around and saw it was Jon.

"Jon…" I said, and he turned around. He looked at me with the same solemn expression on his face, never smiling.

"Good morning, Lara," he said quietly, while trying to get my eyes to stare into his eyes as his did into mine. It was a bit odd, yet it was pleasant.

"Good morning," I said, "Um… 'ave you seen Bran?"

Jon's brow furrowed, I'm guessing he hadn't seen him at all.

"No, I lost track of him earlier," Jon replied, not breaking eye contact at all.

Jon's POV

She must think that I'm an idiot for staring at her like an idiot, what am I saying, I thought. It's hard not to take your eyes of her, in love with her or not. She is a beauty, silver hair, and grey eyes, pale and rosy skin. Her face was like a painting, made to please anyone who has seen it. Everyone who has seen her said that she's Lyanna Stark with silver hair.

"Well, then… I'm going to find him now," she said, smiling.

"Find who?" Theon suddenly came, looking over-confident as ever, I would like to wipe off that smug. Lara turns around, and I noticed how she was faking the sweetest smile she could to show a little bit of respect to the iron born, no matter how the sexual remarks annoyed her she had heard him said about her.

"Is it me?" Theon smirked, and Lara just gave him a pained smile.

"No, it's actually Bran, 'ave you seen him?" she asked politely.

"It's a shame you're not looking for me," Theon smirked, as he lazilly put his left arm around my neck. Then, Theon eyed her up and down, as I looked at him, I could see he was gazing at her body that is covered by her coat.

I couldn't help but raised my eyebrow at him, he's so disrespectful.

"Say," Theon said, looking at me, then smoldering at my doe-eyed cousin. "What 'ave you got there under those coats Lara? Mind giving me a peek tonight?" he winked.

He was terrible, he was like an old drunk pervert. I glared at him for saying such crude things to her. I was going to scold Theon, but Lara raised her eyebrow at me and looked at Theon.

She batted her eyelash, and smirked. "I have a lot of things inside my cloak," she flirted playfully.

And Theon grinned, and I rolled my eyes, "By the old Gods," I scoffed.

Lara rolled her beautiful stormy eyes, "Oh hush now Jon," she said angrily. I frowned as she gave her smile to Theon and not me, and Theon just smiled widely as if he was going to claim his prize.

"I was just going to show Theon the dagger that I'm going to use to cut his cock off," she said, smiling cheekily as she left.

Theon gulped, and I couldn't help but laugh. Lara was extraordinary, she's well-mannered and poised, yet you don't know the poisonous words that could spill from her pretty mouth. I guess that's her way of being charming, that's why I ended up feeling attracted to her since we were young.

Robb Stark's POV

Poor Bran, he looked quiet. I remembered the first-time father swung Ice. The cut was sharper, and the man had more little blood coming out of him. Suddenly, I felt a tug on my horse's reins. It was my direwolf pup, we found them earlier. They were clinging and nursing from their dead mother's body, the mother was dead because of a stag.

There were six of them, and they were almost at the mercy of Theon's dagger. One for every one of the Stark children, and for Jon. We were nearing the gates of Winterfell, and it opened as we approached it. Inside, Lara and Rickon was greeting us, both with smiles on their face. Lara was holding Rickon by the shoulder, and she looked like a motherly figure to him. After all, Rickon was closest to Lara and Bran out of all of us.

I got off my horse, looking at Rickon and Lara. I was showing them my pup, and Rickon's eyes lit up. He rushed to look closer at my direwolf, "Robb! Is that what I think it is?"

"Yes," I replied. "It's a direwolf, Rickon." Crouching myself, so that Rickon could look at it closer. Then I signalled at Theon, and he handed me another pup, with dark and unruly fur.

"Now, Rickon," I said, "this one is yours to name, feed, and you must take good care of it," I ordered.

"I will," he said excitingly, he grabbed his new direwolf and ran away.

"Thanks Robb!" he shouted, and I smirked.

Suddenly, I felt a soft hand on my shoulder.

"Is there one for me?" Lara asked nicely.

"No, I'm afraid not. There are only six," I explained, and Lara looked at me disappointedly.

"I see," she sighed quietly, "can I at least hold it?"

I smiled sadly, and handed her my pup. She looked happy as she could hold one, she was smiling at my pup like it was a baby. And started to talk to it like it could talk. Then she let it lick her nose, and she smiled wider.

She looked at me, and she had the saddest yet most beautiful eyebrows ever. "Here you go," she said, handing me my pup.

"What are you going to name it?" she asked me.

"I don't kn-," I answered, but I was cut by Jon who called her.

"Lara," he called, holding his white little direwolf pup, that had eyes like ruby.

"You can have it if you want," Jon said, offering her his direwolf pup sincerely. Lara smiled and looked Jon in the eye, caressing the white pup's head.

"I can't," she said, refusing even if she wanted it.

"You should have it, you're a Stark, and I'm not, they are the sigil of your house," Jon said, and I noticed a hint of sadness in his tone.

Lara looked at him sadly, she was never fond of him calling himself a bastard, she hated when he started to lower himself. Suddenly, Sansa came to mind. Sansa and Lara. They were similar, yet different. Both were beautiful, but Sansa was a lady, and Lara, she was a goddess. They were kind, Sansa was well-mannered and knows her courtesy, but unlike Lara, she couldn't accept Jon as one of us.

"Keep it, Jon Snow," Lara insisted, "You're still a part of this noble house."

"Maybe, you could nurse it from your man-tits," she whispered sarcastically as she walked pass Jon.

I heard it, so I laughed quietly. Jon furrowed his eyebrows, but then he chuckled as he looked at me. There was happiness in his eyes, something that only happened when he's around the warm company of Lara and her cheeky language.

A review would be cool. thanks for reading! I named the chapter Wolfsbane because of Lara. Wolfsbane is actually a flowering plant, and it's poisonous.