Unwilling Messenger

A squire to Brandon Stark, Ethan Glover is a Northman through and through. He's a fighter, but can be playful and a bit of a goof. Most of all, he is loyal, perhaps to a fault. FC: Dominic Cooper (Indie Ethan Glover RP blog. Pre-ASOIAF and Canon verse. NSFW.)

[squiretoawolf]

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[xfirstranger-deactivated2017041]

"Oh," Benjen said, his lips falling to a pout. He had hoped that by finding the older boy who was his brother’s squire that he might also find his brother.

"He was supposed to help me in the training yard this morning but I can’t seem to find him anywhere." Disappointment hung thick in his words, dismayed at the idea that his older brother may have forgotten him. "Do you have any idea where I might find him?”

[squiretoawolf]

Ethan had... a few ideas of where Brandon might be, but he chose to hold his tongue.  The youngest Stark did not need those images of Brandon in his mind, so he simply shook his head.  "Sorry Benjen," Ethan said then paused thinking over something.

"You know...may not be quiet as skilled as your brother but..."  Ethan shrugged his shoulders.  "I can help ya till he gets back if you want."

[squiretoawolf]

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"I-Is there something you need your grace?"

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"One moment," Ethan said spinning the axe one more time before he stopped holding it in his hands.  "Can I help you?  If you're looking for Brandon I have not seen him yet."

[eddardxofxwinterfell-deactivate]

"Thank you," he said patting the boy on the shoulder. He was about to leave, but stopped and turned around. "Has Brandon ever told you why he runs after women?"

[squiretoawolf]

Ethan looked over at Eddard and shook his head.  "No ser, it is not my place to ask such things."  While he did, perhaps foolishly, considered himself a friend of Brandon's, there were things the other did with his friends, that Ethan did not get to do.

[eddardxofxwinterfell-deactivate]

"Of course, not. I received a raven from Karhold the other day. Cousin Rickard says that Brandon was flirting with his sister and engaging in my some really uncousinly heavy petting as well." 

[squiretoawolf]

Ethan looked at Ned then sighed giving up.  "He's at the tavern...unless he left to go visit the brothel."

[eddardxofxwinterfell-deactivate]

"No, of course not," Ned shrugged his shoulders. "Has he gone off to his whores again?"

[squiretoawolf]

"Ser, I fear you must be mistaken, Brandon would never do that."  

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Pre -AGOT Headcanon: Lord Rickard Stark & Lady Gwynydd Karstark (Ned Stark’s parents).

The Old Wolf was thirty years old when he went to Karhold and brought back a fourteen year old maid named Gwynydd. There was no love between them. Theirs was a marriage of convenience. He despised her Flint blood and maltreated her for it verbally as well as physically.

She bore him four children - Brandon, Eddard, Lyanna, and Benjen. When the last one was born, she was already half dead from the coughing sickness. Only a few days later, the Old Wolf closed her eyes. As the dirt was thrown on top of her coffin, Lord Rickard realized how much he had loved her.

[squiretoawolf]

"If you're looking for Brandon...I have not seen him."

[squiretoawolf]

A familiar face.

[thebravelionheart-deactivated20]

He saw the anger upon the man’s features, and resisted the laugh that lay just beyond his lips. “Now tell me. Where would the fun in that have been?” He asked with a risen brow.

[squiretoawolf]

"You would have gotten your pound of flesh?" Ethan said a snap to his voice.  He had half a mind to go after the other man, but he had not used a sword in years.  This man would deserve it...

[squiretoawolf]

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[stronglikemyladymother-deactiva]

She never knew that her uncle had had a squire, though it made sense. She gave a bow of her head. "Lord Brandon was my uncle," she replied softly. Her Tully hues dipping to the floor. 

[squiretoawolf]

"Brandon was a good man..." Ethan said in a low voice.  He looked towards her.  "You're one of Ned's?"

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[direwaif]

"That would depend who you think I am. But yes, I have heard it before. Too many times to ever wish to hear it again."

[squiretoawolf]

"You're one of Ned Stark's children..." He said in a quiet voice.  "The oldest girl...Sansa..."

[squiretoawolf]

[squiretoawolf]

A familiar face.

[thebravelionheart-deactivated20]

Yes, he remembered him, vaguely, but still remembered him nonetheless. Jaime tilted his head slightly, chuckling at the obvious restraint the man was taking to hold back what could only be anger. “Oh yes. I remember you. A dark day, that was.”

[squiretoawolf]

The chuckle did nothing to stop the anger that was rising in the pit of his stomach.  Of all the people he had never expected to see the man who held him still and made him watch.  "You should have let me go," he said in a low voice.  "Least then I'd be dead with them."

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[stronglikemyladymother-deactiva]

She gave a soft nod of her head. “A pleasure My Lord,” she replied. A small smile pulled at her lips. "Did you know—" she paused for a brief second. "Did you know Lord Rickard?" she asked. She was not quiet trusting to give him her just yet.

[squiretoawolf]

Ethan nodded his head.  "I knew Lord Rickard...knew Brandon better.  I was his squire..."  At least until that day in the Keep he had been.

[squiretoawolf]

A familiar face.

[thebravelionheart-deactivated20]

Confused and taken aback, the lion looked upon the other main with a risen brow. He was quite old, at least only a few years younger than he. Yet he looked familiar, but the face was one Jaime could not place. “And who are you, may i ask?”

[squiretoawolf]

Of course...of course the lion wouldn't remember him.  Oh it seemed almost fitting.  "Ethan Glover," he said his hands clenching into fists despite himself.  He could control it, that part of his brain that had snapped from the Keep, the Tower, and years spent avoiding people.  "Squire to Brandon Stark."

[squiretoawolf]

"Let's see....how can I help you?"

[squiretoawolf]

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[direwaif]

"Oh, I’m not looking for a tale. I fear that any you would have to tell wouldn’t be ones that I’d wish to hear."

[squiretoawolf]

"And if you are who I think you are...it's one you've heard before."