Written and directed by: Full-Paragon
Produced by: The Grand Cognator
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WARNING: The following is rated NC-17, for extreme acts of lewdness. You have been warned. There is HAND HOLDING in this chapter. And *gasp* headpats. Those perverts.
Chapter 6: Friendship is Magic
The sun was barely up, but Yunyun had been awake for hours, hurrying about Winterfell making some last minute preparations. "Good morning Rickon!"
"Morning," Rickon yawned, smiling up at Yunyun as she opened his shutters.
"I'm going to miss you," Yunyun said, sitting on Rickon's bed and giving her baby brother a big hug.
"Miss you too," Rickon said, happily giving his favorite sibling a squeeze. Yunyun knew he didn't really understand that she was going to be gone for a very, very long time. Possibly years. It pained her to be leaving her mother, Jon, Rickon, and all her friends behind, but she was also excited for the chance to go somewhere new and make new friends! She had made sure to ask for several new Friendship Journals to record everything in.
Yunyun walked Rickon down to breakfast, where they ate with Jon, Uncle Benjen, mother, and all of Yunyun's friends. Catelyn was a bit embarrassed and exasperated that this meant they had to sit at the lower tables, but there just wasn't room for everyone at the high table! Yunyun chatted with Mikken the smith, and Gage the Cook, and Barth the Brewer, and their daughters and wives and sons and everyone else. She gave away many small gifts, with special ones for her siblings.
"Rickon, I made you a special toy," Yunyun said, and pulled out the crochet wolf in the grey and white colors of Shaggy Dog, which she gave to the delighted Rickon. "Make sure you think about me when you play with it, alright?"
"OK!" Rickon agreed happily, and held the toy out to the real Shaggy Dog, who sniffed it appreciatively.
"Mother, I made you this," Yunyun said, and pulled out a small hanging she'd embroidered over the past few days. She'd had to cheat a little on it, but no one had noticed her knitting needles working quietly on their own, so she figured that was OK. It was a picture of Yunyun, Megumin, and their parents, done in vivid colors. Yunyun had also had to cheat a little on the colors, as they hadn't had all the right thread, but she'd done that so often no one even suspected she was using magic. She wasn't really sure how she used the magic, but she always knew how to do it.
"Thank you, Yunyun. I'll hang it in my bed chamber. It will be a balm to me when I think of my two oldest daughters and my lord husband," Catelyn cried, wiping at her eyes. She and Yunyun hugged and had a good cry together, but Yunyun had to pull away: she still had more to do.
"Jon, this is for you," Yunyun told her older brother, she refused to think of him as a bastard and became very cross with anyone who dared mention such a filthy word in her presence, and pulled out a set of thick, black, woolen stockings. "Um, since you're joining the Night's Watch, I thought maybe you'd need something to keep your toes warm! And, well, I guess this is your color now."
"I helped!" Megumin said brightly. She had indeed, as originally the stockings had been white, until Megumin helpfully pointed out that the Night's Watch wore black. The two of them had gotten in a bit of trouble for stealing the dye and using it, but unlike her sister Yunyun was rarely in trouble for long. No one seemed to have the heart to deny their friend anything.
"Thank you, both of you," Jon said, pulling both of his sisters into an embrace and kissing their heads. "I'll miss you."
"Be safe. A-and if you're in trouble, write to me, or call! I-I'll come and help!" Yunyun promised.
"I don't know how much help you'd be against wildlings, sister, but I suppose I can look forward to more socks on my next nameday," Jon chuckled.
Yunyun beamed. Though even she wasn't aware of just how helpful she could be against wildlings, or anything else that was vulnerable to beams of molten plasma. Which was just about everything. So far, Yunyun just knew she could use tricks to make more presents for her friends. Which was good, because Yunyun had a lot of friends.
"What about me?!" Komekko asked eagerly.
Yunyun sighed. She'd wanted to get something more permanent for her sister, but…gifts were about what people wanted, not what you did. "I made your favorite."
"YES!" Komekko cried as her sister set a plate of honey cakes in front of her. Catelyn confiscated them of course, giving Komekko exactly one, and having a servant take the others for storage. That was good, they might last until Yunyun was actually gone then.
Of course, despite Yunyun's efforts, there just wasn't enough time. She barely was able to say goodbye to all her friends in the castle, despite having started the day before. In desperation, she ran up to the king as he was mounting his enormous horse.
"Your Grace!" Yunyun cried, hurrying up to look up at the big man as he was stepping onto the mounting block. "Please, can we take the time to say goodbye to my friends in Winter Town? I know we're in a hurry, but it would mean a lot to me! You understand, don't you? We're friends, aren't we?"
Robert smiled, and reached down to pat Yunyun affectionately on the head. "Of course we are! Why, I've never seen Myrcella so happy as when she's with you. Don't fret child, I'm old, and fat. We'll go slowly. I'll make sure you have plenty of time to say goodbye to all your friends."
"Oh, thank you so much!" Yunyun gasped, and hurried away to get the wagon she had prepared. She barely noticed Robert's jaw drop as she led out the overloaded vehicle, which was piled high with packages and bundles.
"You've done it now, Robert," her father laughed. "I dare say we might be lucky to make it out of Winter Town by the evening."
"Seven Hells, Ned, how many friends does your daughter have in Winter Town?" the King asked, sounding faint.
"There are currently 3,241 people living in Wintertown!" Yunyun called brightly.
"Aye, but how many are your friends, Yunyun?" Robert asked.
Yunyun blinked. "I told you. There are 3,241 people in Winter Town. I'll be quick! Come on, Theon, you promised you'd help me!"
"I suppose I did, though I didn't think his grace would consent to let you visit every last house and home in the town," her father's ward laughed, but he climbed up into the wagon seat, and flicked the reins, driving Yunyun's gifts out before the King's Wheelhouse.
Robert watched her go, then turned incredulously to Eddard. "Goddesses be good, Ned, she can't be serious, can she?"
"My daughter," Eddard drawled, slouching slightly in the saddle. "Has several books in her room, neat and tidy as my stewards. She calls them her 'Friendship Journals.' In them, she has a list of every single person she considers her friend. Which is just about every person she's ever met. She lists their name day, their favorite foods, who their family is, where they live, what they do for a living, their likes and dislikes, what they need or what, and various other small details.
"Every day, she compiles a list for my stewards of which of her friends are getting gifts. They are small things. For a crofter's sons, perhaps a pair of wooden swords for their name day. For an old widow, some of the leftover food from my kitchens to be delivered to their doorstep. Mayhaps a pair of new shoes for an orphan girl, or mayhaps a job for the girl baking bread or weaving in the town."
Robert gaped at Eddard, who continued.
"In winter time, Yunyun has organized gangs of boys and young men to chop firewood for the elderly, the sick, and the weak. In summer, she puts together teams to bring in extra game or wild mushrooms, berries, and fruit, and stores them for a time of need to distribute. If someone is sick, the first person to hear is Yunyun. If she can't visit herself, she makes sure that someone does."
"That's...does the girl fancy herself Lord of Winterfell?" Robert asked, clearly unable to comprehend this.
Robb laughed as he walked by the king. "Your grace, if I were to inform our people I was abdicating in favor of Yunyun, I can't think of a single one of the small folk who would object, and there would be precious few of our bannermen who would either. Even Lord Bolton has been known to smile in her presence."
"You let your daughter consort with the small folk and commoners?" Robert demanded, still unable to wrap his head around the concept.
"I'd have to tie her to her bed posts to stop it," Eddard admitted ruefully. "From the time she could walk and talk, Yunyun made friends with everyone. People think that Megumin is the odd one of my twin daughters. It's true Megumin is more vocal in her peculiarities, and that she had a tendency to make herself the center of attention in every situation. It is Yunyun, however, who is the truly strange one to most people's way of thinking. I don't think she really understands that a Lord and Lady should stand apart from their people. And, if I'm honest, I'm starting to question the wisdom of such practices myself. My people have never been more content, more loyal, or better cared for than since my daughter began her crusade."
Indeed, when the king rode out of Winterfell, he found that people were lining the streets not for him, nor even for the Lord of Winterfell, but to say goodbye to Yunyun Stark, their beloved lady.
Robert and the King's company watched as Yunyun and her sister, though Megumin quickly grew bored and dragged Kazuma off only the goddesses knew where, said goodbye by name to every last person who came to see her, and gave them what seemed to be a personalized gift. She clasped hands, hugged, laughed, and cried with each of them. It was well past midday by the time the party made its way out of Winter Town, but that wasn't the end of it.
It seemed as though every hundred yards, some crofter or their family, or even just an old woman, would appear beside the road. Then Yunyun would hurry over, greet them by name, exchange pleasantries, and give them a gift from her now nearly empty cart.
"You take good care of our Lady Yunyun now, your Grace," an old crone with a particularly hideous face that Yunyun referred to as, "My good friend Mrs. Heddy" scolded the king. "She's a sweet young thing. Don't want no Southrons corrupting our dear lady."
Though he was certain he should have been offended, Robert only nodded gravely. "I'll do that."
After all, Yunyun was Robert's friend. How could he do anything else?
More than two months after departing Winterfell, Kazuma realized something was wrong. On the trip up, he'd spent days without leaving the wheelhouse, and they'd been making better time then. Sure, at first, Kazuma had resented being dragged out of his comfortable chambers and forced into the bouncy, rickety giant wagon, but he had his books, and he and Tyrion had spent long hours playing various games, and he'd spent plenty of time with his siblings goofing off, so it wasn't all bad.
But he had done hardly any of that. Instead, he'd been spending time outside. Which meant...
"Goddesses help me, I have a tan!" Kazuma said in horror, looking down at his arms, which had indeed attained a healthy glow from time spent in the sun.
"That's what happens when you spend less time with your nose in a book, and more time out riding," his Uncle Jamie chuckled. Kazuma glared at the man.
"You're not helping. This is going to ruin my reputation when we get back to King's Landing."
Jamie paused in the act of raising his wine cup to his lips, and eyed his nephew. "Your highness, considering your reputation was that of a recluse who only left his chambers to pilfer the undergarments of young ladies, I hardly see how that could be the case."
"But I worked so hard at that!" Kazuma groaned, slumping in his seat. "Now people are, you know, going to expect me to do things. I'll have to do prince stuff. I'll have hardly any time for naps and gaming sessions."
"And we couldn't be prouder of you," his mother said, kissing Kazuma on the top of the head before sitting next to him at the table. "Your uncle and I were talking just the other day about how much healthier and happier you look, my son."
"How could I be happy when that brat keeps bothering me?" Kazuma complained.
Jamie and Cersei shared a look that Kazuma didn't bother to notice. If he had, he might have begun to realize just how doomed his life as a NEET was.
It wasn't long before said brat arrived, banging on the door of the wheel house, as was tradition by this point.
"COME ON NEETZUMA, I KNOW YOU'RE AWAKE, MYRCELLA SAID SO!"
"Seven Hells, a maester could keep time by the girl," Robert groaned as he staggered out of his bedchamber. "Well, boy, be off with you. Try not to do anything too foolish."
"Yeah, OK, dad, love you too," Kazuma grumbled, and grabbed his now somewhat weathered and stained cloak and Masamune. He gave his mother a peck on the cheek, then hurried out to where Megumin was waiting impatiently.
"Come on, you promised we could practice today!" Megumin growled. Their two horses were already saddled and waiting, Sandor standing with the bridles in hand.
"Yeah, fine, whatever," Kazuma agreed, buckling on his sword belt. "Take the day off, Sandor. Get a nap for me or something."
"Been spending an awful lot of time alone in the woods with Lady Stark lately," Sandor growled. "People are talking."
"Oh relax, she'd kick me in the balls again if I tried something lewd," Kazuma said, scrambling into the saddle. "And if something dangerous comes by, we'll sick Chomusuke on them then run like hell. Just make sure Myrcella and Tommen don't try to follow us, OK?"
Sandor just grunted, watching and Kazuma and Megumin rode off into the surrounding woods. After half an hour's ride, they came to the banks of the Trident, not far from where the legendary last battle of Robert's Rebellion had been fought. Normally, Megumin would have demanded they search for the rubies from Raegar's armor, but they had different plans for today.
Most people assumed that Kazuma and Megumin were sneaking off for further sword lessons. Their parents would have normally found the idea of a young lord and lady spending a great deal of time alone unescorted far more scandalous, but as their fathers had agreed on a formal engagement, it was a lot less salacious than it could have been. If the prince decided to claim Megumin's maidenhead early, well, she'd had her first flowering not long after they'd left Winterfell, and weddings could be moved up. Besides, most of the party were just grateful that Kazuma was acting more like a prince, and that Megumin was out of their hair.
Of course, both Kazuma and Megumin had no such plans or intentions, and both barely seemed to realize they were friends despite the fact that they spent nearly every waking hour together. Indeed, they didn't even intend to spend any time practicing swordsmanship, but instead, to engage in their closely held secret.
Not long after they'd left Winterfell, Kazuma and Megumin had been practicing their sword play. Yunyun, Sandor, and Kazuma's siblings had been with them, though they'd been a distance off gathering berries, along with the two direwolves.
That was when a shaggy brown bear had shambled out of the trees, apparently curious about the noise the two had been making. Kazuma and Megumin had both let out similar shrieks, but then Kazuma had lowered his hand towards the bear.
"Kindle!"
A small gout of flame had spurted out, singing the bears fur. It had then decided that the two humans were absolutely not worth the trouble, and ran off even before a bellowing Sandor and howling wolves and rushed over. Megumin and Kazuma had been completely terrified by the encounter, as for all of Megumin's brave words, she really was still just a young girl, and Kazuma had no problems with owning up to the fact that he was terrified of bears.
They'd been bundled back to camp, lectured and scolded, but as Megumin wove increasingly bizarre tales about how she and Kazuma had fought off not one bear, but several dozen, the entire thing was dismissed as the prince claimed it had merely been a curious cub that had turned tail as soon as it had heard the screaming.
That evening, however, Megumin had hustled Kazuma away, her red eyes glowing with excitement. "You can do magic?!"
"Shhh! Keep it down! If anyone finds out about that, they'll, I dunno, burn me at the stake or something! You're not supposed to do magic unless you're a septon or something!" Kazuma had shushed.
"Well, I don't see why I shouldn't tell everyone that the prince is a heretic," Megumin had said, grinning and rubbing her hands. "Unless…"
"Unless?" Kazuma prompted, feeling his heart skip a beat.
Megumin bared her teeth in a feral grin. "You agree to teach me."
And so, for the past month and a half, the two youths had been finding out of the way places to practice their "magic." Unfortunately, aside from one or two rare instances where Kazuma became angry with Megumin, no magic was forthcoming.
There had been poses, chants, the offering of various small animals as blood sacrifice, even the cutting of their palms and attempting dark and terrible blood magics. They had called on every goddess they knew, though they had only attempted to call upon the Lord of Light once. The resulting eerie bright light and distant echoing laughter the two had heard had driven them back to the company in tears, and both had engaged in a lewd act with one another for the first time, much to their shame.
They still tried not to speak of the time when they'd held hands, though both Kazuma and Megumin thought of it frequently.
Today, the two of them stood on the banks of the Trident, Chomusuke sleeping nearby, as they posed and chanted, flinging forth their hands.
"Create… Earth!" Kazuma cried. He could feel something, a fuzzing welling of power, but nothing happened, again.
"Spirits of flame and passion, I call thee!
By the heat of my soul and the red of my eyes
I summon thee forth!
KINDLE!"
Megumin panted, her hands splayed forth as though she were attempting a hadoken, which, oddly enough, both she and Kazuma seemed to have a vague idea as to what that was. However, not even a spark or a puff of smoke manifested.
"We should just give up," Kazuma sighed, slumping to the ground and scratching at his head. "Face it, we've been trying for weeks, and all I've managed to do is steal your panties."
"Which we agreed we would NEVER TALK ABOUT," Megumin hissed, glaring at him, and crossing her legs as she flushed.
Kazuma rolled his eyes. "I don't even know how I did it! And you tried it too!"
"Yes, but nothing ever worked. But one day, Kazuma, I will stand over you, triumphant with your smallclothes!"
"Pff, you want them? You wanna see my princely behind?" Kazuma demanded.
"N-no! Back off, Pervzuma!" Megumin stammered.
Suddenly, Chomusuke raised her head, letting out a low growl. Both children's heads came around, frowning as the dire wolf slowly stood, the hair on her back raising.
"What is it, you smell a bear?" Megumin asked worriedly, taking up Chunchumaru, whose latest form consisted of a wooden practice sword.
Kazuma looked around, frowning. Across the wide and shallow river, he spotted a man, who was peering at them. "Who's that? Hey, who're you?"
"Just a traveler, come for a drink," the man shouted back. "What are you boys doing? Is your family nearby?"
"I am no boy!" Megumin snarled, jumping forward. "I am Megumin! Foremost Genius of the House of Stark, and she who will one day be Lady Commander of the Kingsguard!"
This, of course, was Megumin's latest obsession. Jamie had given both the prince and his lady several sword fighting lessons, and Megumin had moved the Lannister knight from "lame pretty boy" to "super amazing badass" on her list of people.
"Megumin? You mean, you're the daughter of a nobleman?" the man shouted back. "Who's your friend?"
"Behold, I am Kazuma, Crown Prince of House Baratheon, and he who will one day be lord of the Seven Kingdoms!" Kazuma shouted.
The man nodded. "Where are your retainers?"
"Ha! We have eluded our caretakers, and are seeking our great destiny alone! There is no one but us for miles!" Megumin boasted. She should have been paying more attention to Chomusuke's growls.
"That so? Well then." The man let out a piercing whistle. Behind him, across the river, a band of rough looking men in mismatched armor and leather emerged. They had a few shaggy looking horses, bows, axes, spears, and even a rusty sword or two.
"Oh shit," Kazuma breathed, taking half a step back. "Megumin, we gotta run."
The men started across the ford, coming on as quickly as they could.
Megumin, however, didn't move, as Chomusuke moved under her mistress's hand. The wolf looked up, her eyes now nearly on a level with Megumin's. Megumin looked dazed, staggering slightly.
"Megumin!" Kazuma cried, grabbing her hand. "We have to-"
"I shall deal with them," Megumin said, and Chomusuke moved over, blocking Kazuma from grabbing her.
"What, no we-"
Megumin raised her hands above her head, pointing Chunchumaru skyward, and closed her eyes. She held out her other hand, and desperately, Kazuma reached over Chomusuke and clasped it. Then, Megumin began to chant.
"Darkness, blacker than black, from my past, I call thee
O Crimson of my Blood, ancient and true, arise!
My time of awakening has come; let the veil be torn!
Let the wrath of Ancient Days rise once more!
My power is loosed! I claim thee, and bind thee to me!
Shatter; barriers between worlds! Be sundered, laws of nature!
I exert my will, let my love pour forth in violent glory!
EXPLOSION!"
As Megmin spoke, great glowing circles appeared in the sky above the Trident. A few of the bandits paused, looking up and frowning. Others, seeing their prey simply standing there, hurried forward, their faces dark with murderous intent. When the glowing, swirling storm of rainbow sparks filled the air, a few cried out in shock, and one or two tried to turn back.
But it was far too late for that.
The sparks slammed together as the circles above collapsed, and both Kazuma and Megumin were picked up off their feet and flung back as a massive blast enveloped the far bank of the Trident. The bandits, one and all, were reduced to nothing but ashes, and the very waters of the river to steam and vapor as the earth bucked and heaved. Kazuma and Megumin clung to one another as first the blast washed over them, then the wind howled as it was sucked back to where it had been so suddenly expelled.
For long minutes, they could only lay there, gasping and terrified. Then, slowly, Kazuma sat up. He looked out at where the river had been, and saw now a great hole a hundred yards across. The very course of the river had changed, and was slowly filling in the crater as the waters surged and raged. The far bank was aflame, with trees shattered and burning for as far as he could see. On their side, the blast had toppled even great oak trees, and around the two of them lay branches and great stones.
They hadn't noticed Chomusuke shielding them from shrapnel or rebuffing a great boulder with a strike from her palm, nore seen her tail smash an oak branch out of the way of her two charges. Now, she was simply a wolf again, waiting patiently for her mistress to recover.
"Oh shit. OH SHIT!" Kazuma wailed. He shook Megumin. "Get up! We have to run!"
"Can't… can't move," Megumin slurred. "Did you see it, Kazuma? I… I used magic."
"I saw it! EVERYONE saw that, Megumin! Holy shit, I think the goddesses saw that!"
"Are… are you safe?" Megumin gasped, her eyelids drooping.
Kazuma looked to the river, where muddy waters still swirled. If there had been any survivors, they would now be swept away by the violent flood. "Yeah. I'm safe, Megumin. You...you saved us."
"Good. Can you please carry me? I can't… I don't think I can move."
Quickly, Kazuma grabbed Megumin, hauling her onto his back, where she clung weakly. He cast around for their horses, but even those well trained beasts had fled in blind panic at the burst of magic, the like of which had not been seen in Westeros since the First Age when the Old Gods and their allies had clashed with the Others.
So, Kazuma took off running. Not towards the road and the King's party, but away from it. In his unreasoning panic, he thought that everyone had to know it had been Megumin who had caused the disaster, and that they would want to hurt her, take her away from him.
"We'll run away together," he panted as he ran, Chomususke lopping along easily at their side. "We'll hide in the forest, become outlaws. They'll never find us. Don't worry, Megumin, I'll keep you safe."
"That's good. How would you rate my Explosion?" Megumin asked, half asleep.
"Ten out of ten. Best one I've ever seen," Kazuma vowed.
"I win… again," Megumin sighed, her cheek drooping on Kazuma's shoulder.
Despite his intentions, Kazuma ran only for about half an hour before he was too scared and exhausted to continue further. He found a cave, which at one point had been host to a bear, and other various beasts. As it was summer time, those animals had moved away to seek out food and mates, and thus it made an excellent shelter. Kazuma lay the sleeping Megumin down, and huddled next to her with Chomusuke, who was rather amused at the humans' antics.
The wolf lay down with her sister Megumin and her chosen mate, wrapping both of them in her tail and watching dutifully over them. Chomusuke could have easily slain those enemy humans herself, even if she had simply remained as a wolf. She was as large as a bear or small horse now, and still growing; those fools would have been easy meat. Still, it had been time. Megumin's power had been sealed away for long enough.
Watching as Kazuma's breathing slowed, Chomusuke smiled. Soon the boy passed out, clutching to his lover of many lifetimes. Chomusuke had been there for some of them, and remembered such events vaguely. On occasion the boy had ended up with the other Crimson Demon, or even the perverted knight. Chomusuke wondered where Darkness was, but did not worry about it overly much. She was not one of the Great Goddesses, only a very small one, bound to this strange human.
Sister, we come, Senko, now known as Lady whispered. Chomusuke did not know the Helpful Fox well, though now she was a helpful wolf, Chomuske supposed. She was one of Holo's, a minor Old Goddess of this world that had happily agreed to be the chosen partner of one of the Children of Destiny.
Are they safe? Grey Wind growled in Chomuske's mind.
That made her bare her teeth. Do you think me so careless? Mind your own charge, Tsume.
That is not who I am now, and you know it. I am Grey Wind; this is my duty.
Please stop fighting! Lady begged. You know I don't like it when you fight, big bro, big sis! We are littermates, we should be friends!
Both Chomusuke and Grey Wind sent scents of apology to their frantic sister, which calmed her slightly. Truly, their mother had chosen their partners well. Chomusuke well remembered being born into this world. They had been instructed by the Goddesses, old and new, in their tasks, before being deposited as pups at the roadside for the humans. Chomusuke somewhat resented being the plaything of a mortal girl again, but at least Megumin always gave good belly rubs.
Besides, if the minor goddess were honest with herself, she had rather missed her strange human sister.
It wasn't long before the scent of sweaty prey beasts and humans filled Chomuske's nostrils, and she nuzzled her sleeping charges. They awoke just as a frantic Robb Stark followed Grey Wind into the den, sword in one hand, torch in the other.
"Oh thank the goddesses," Robb gasped as the children stirred. "You're safe! We all feared you'd been killed!"
Robb turned and yelled as Kazuma scrambled up, tears in his eyes, raising Masamune. "I won't let you hurt her!"
Megumin was sobbing, clinging to Kazuma's leg, barely able to sit up. "I'm sorry! It was my fault! Don't blame Kazuma!"
Robb seemed taken aback as Jamie Lannister entered the cave's narrow entrance, he and Robb pressed together in the cramped space.
"Nephew. Lower your sword. There are only friends here," Jamie said gently, taking a step forward and putting his own blade back in its sheath.
Kazuma wavered, looking utterly terrified. He licked his lips. "I won't let you take her, Uncle. Not… not even you. We're going to run away, together! We'll never bother anyone again, honest!"
Jamie paused, and looked to Robb. The youth shook his head, looking as baffled as his fairer companion. "I just found them, sleeping together with Chomusuke. Grey Wind led me right to them."
"My Prince… Kazuma, please. It's me. We mean you no harm," Jamie whispered, stepping forward into the reach of Masamune. Kazuma wavered, then dropped the sword with a sob, sinking to his knees. Jamie scooped him up as Robb picked up the still sniffling Megumin. Together, they stepped back outside, shouting to the other searchers.
Chomusuke and Grey Wind nuzzled one another in apology, then followed the humans back outside. Human mating practices were very odd. But then again, their two legged siblings were odd beings, even for humans.
Cast of Characters:
Yunyun as; Living her best life
Chomusuke as; Wolbach, goddess of sloth and violence (and leaning more towards violence now that she's a wolf not a cat)
Senko-San as; Lady the Helpful Wolf. She's Yunyun's friend!
Tsume of Wolf's Rain as; Grey Wind. He's the Serious Business Wolf.
Robb Stark as; Onii-Sama
Jamie Lannister as; Taking lessons from Ned.
The bandits as; Target practice
And various others
With the Cast of a Song of Ice and Fire as Yunyun's friends. Except the ones who aren't. RIP them.