the low timbre growl from the direwolf set emyr back a half step, colliding with the shoulder of a dull brown haired girl with grey eyes that appeared just as clouded apart from the small spark of amusement that came at her brothers expense. GALENE GREYJOY. had it not been for her tempered chisel to a block of marble the siblings would have appeared almost indistinguishable, almost.
❝ do they sleep in your bed ? ❞ galene directed her question to the lady stark with a careless shove of emyr’s right shoulder as he had done to her. ❝ i’ve heard — ❞
❝ galene ❞ emyr directed a glare to his sister, blue eyes narrowed as a warning that was only met with a guttural chuckle, but not from galene. THE IRONBORN, ulfric, who stood off to the side had hardly repressed the unfavored expression. ❝ it was a long journey lord greyjoy, you should know as any what that can do to a man ❞ ulfric spoke in a gravelly trill, the sort that came from long days of harsh winds and salted water.
❝ or woman, ❞ galene interrupted. an excuse for behavior that emry turned his lip up at as was such the reaction whenever faced with something he didn’t like, nor approve of. ❝ go on then, ❞ emyr gestured, ❝ go get something to eat and rest, all of you. ❞ but even emry knew better than to assume an ironborn would ever put on an act to exude good manners, they were the ironborn after all. harsh and cruel conditions built such men, and despite a favorable greeting to the starks in their home of winterfell, he was still one.
perhapses not everyone of the north saw it that way however because when the lady of winterfell spoke emry had turned back to her like a trance had been placed upon him. some would even call it a fool in love, or at least that would become the perception of two of the ironborn who had turned their backs and departed amongst the northerns to find rest and drink until the feast the following evening. ❝ of course, ❞
once proper gratitude had been given to king of the north, emyr swiftly followed beside the lady stark with his hands clasped behind hi back but hadn’t dared looked upon her nor even spoke a word until they had disappeared from her brother’s burning gaze upon his back. but even still, he waited.
❝ i wanted to deliver this one myself. ❞ from his breast pocket emry produced a small folded piece of parchment covered in ink that formed ill-written penmanship but words none the less. the sort that could hardly touch on that feeling he could never seem to express, the one that he only ever felt when the calm waters were moments away from erupting into a storm, a battle at sea. he turned to her, the letter still tightly held in his grasp between calloused fingers that when outstretched for mayrssa to take quickly were pulled back. ❝ i do not know if i should give this to you though, ❞ his words as playful as his actions to keep the inked paper from reach.
❝ what do you think i should do lady stark ? ❞ emyr asked.
❝ do you think i should give this to who it belong to ? maybe that is too simple. i have heard she is fond of a challenge. ❞
THE YOUNGER GREYJOY’S QUESTION pulled a soft giggle from the lady, a hand still delicately placed on lyra’s back in a silent command to have heel. the golden colored wolf, continued to growl, usually warm eyes now narrowed in a cold glare that even ryssa couldn’t say she recognized. a fondness did spur inside of her however, the obvious translation of her wolf’s actions were meant to say: i protect her and the princess felt the exact same way: she protected her wolf, always. “ she used to. “ she explained in acknowledgement towards galene. “ the first FEW months of her life at least — but it’s long been past the time that she’s been able to rest on my bed, less of course i slept on the floor. “ she added with a lighthearted chuckle. “ these days lyra prefers, something closer to my door. “ because it was the easiest point of access for an intruder and if someone meaning harm attempted to enter — they’d see her first.
“ off you go. “ she dismissed the wolf as she looked down, a stern but loving look on her features. “ the creature emitting another low growl in one last attempt to warn. ryssa knew better than to assume that lyra would be anywhere that wasn’t close by. but she’d raised a polite animal one that was still ferocious, a side that was often said to parallel her own personality. the princess of winterfell was the PERFECT lady, had been from birth but she also had northern blood in her, which meant her spirit was untamable and that had been proven true over the course of her life time, many who tried to tame her, had failed and would continue to do so.
the stark girl couldn’t deny that she was enjoying the interaction, the only experience she’d had with the iron born prince’s family had been through letters and she’d noticed that he hadn’t been extensive, not like she had anyway. but that was just who she was ryssa had a tendency to gush when it came to her siblings, which wasn’t difficult to understand being so isolated in the north meant that she had few friends and as she’d long ago been taught even fewer TRUE ones, ‘ everyone who isn’t us ‘ that was the philosophy she’d set aside when she opened her heart to emyr via letter.
the crowd was dismissed after a few charming quips and glances of disapproval from her brother’s advisors, one who in particular kept a beady glare glued on winterfell’s princess. a glare that she wasn’t entirely aware of as doe eyes were focused on an entirely different view, hints of light reflected in her dark eyes, a gleam that almost made them sparkle as she looked up at the prince. he was much taller than he appeared during her daydreams.
still she waited, containing the urge to leap forward and embrace him in a hug because there was no denying that her heart ached for more than words now. she’d anxiously waited for this day, counting down in her head and spending more than a few weeks making sure that she had the perfect gown, her usually wild tresses were somewhat ‘ tamed ‘ now but that didn’t mean that a few curls didn’t blow across her face as cold wind swept around them. his words pulled a smile from her as she eyed him with a quirk of her brow.
“ now lord greyjoy i do not believe that TESTING me inside the walls of my home is in your best interest. “ she warned, the playfulness in her voice obvious as she spoke, a light and delicate hand came to rest on her hip as she stopped in front of him, their height difference now incredibly obvious as she stood a short distance from him. “ and last i re-call i didn’t peg you for FOOLISH. “ she added once more, her smile still wide as she swayed from side to side in a slightly innocent way.
“ but you are correct, i do happen to ENJOY a challenge. “ and she’d won many of them, against seasoned men and women too. she stepped forward and attempted to reach for the letter she was holding above her head, and once she failed she pouted slightly. “ or... “ her voice trailed. “ perhaps i’ll cry — a helpless damsel, has been proven to be a weakness for men over many centuries. “ she finished with a tilt of her chin.
“ but something tells me you’ll HAND it to me, regardless of what i do. “ she finished, tone confident and stance proud. “ and i am in no rush, i can wait until said time comes. “
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