Chapter 3: Wolven Pride
(Winterfell, The North, Seven Kingdoms of Westeros, Westeros, GoT Universe)
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(Rickard Stark POV)
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Rickard Stark on principle liked to carefully scrutinize a situation before he reacted.
Thus, when Brandon showed up with the Heir to Casterly Rock wounded but alive with three lions at his side...well he was of two minds.
On the one hand he needed to determine just what the hell had happened and quickly at that.
But...
As a father himself - and a widower at that - he also knew the toll it took on a Parent not knowing if their loved one was okay.
So, if the Lannister didn't wake up within the next day, then Rickard would send word to Lady Joanna. Technically he ought to send word to Lord Tywin, however as Hand of The King to King Aerys II Targaryen, Lord Tywin had named his Lady Wife as the Acting Paramount of the West, and thus the Westerlands were run by Lady Joanna. Furthermore as the boys mother as well as acting head of the family in Lord Tywin's absence meant the informing letter would only be passed on to Lord Tywin at Lady Joanna's discretion
Still, the question needed to be asked quickly: Why was the Heir to Casterly Rock in the North with Three Lions and an Arrow in his back. And how did that arrow get there and who shot it into the boy. If the Reyne-Tarbeck Rebellion outcome was any indication, whomever was the unlucky sod to do so would watch their family and home be destroyed before having their own life taken by the Vengeful House Lannister.
That was something Stark's and Lannister's agreed on, strike against a Wolf or Lion and their pack or Pride will tear your apart in revenge, but only after your family has been devoured or left to destroy themselves.
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(POV Shift: Lyanna Stark)
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As the only other person besides the Maester with a semblance of understanding on healing small wounds, it fell to Lyanna to change and clean the bandages of the Lion within Winterfell. Lyanna knew she shouldn't but she was slightly curious about the physique of a Southerner.
So she did her best to peek without seeing anything obscene or being caught in a bad light. As young as the boy was, he had the makings of some muscle on him, but as expected nothing had been set in stone yet.
It was strange, he was a year her junior and yet his eyes, as hazy and half-conscious as he was seemed older than many at Winterfell when she looked into them. Almost like he had seen more than he should and was haunted by it.
Though whatever it was was anyone's guess.
Still Lyanna had a feeling that as haunted by it qs the boy was, he would relentlessly pursue the means to stop it. He had that look about him. An Unstoppable, yet not single-minded focus.
It was attractive Lyanna supposed, but she was never one to care for attractive personality or appearance, even if curiosity had gotten the better of her. She was a Northerner, more than that she was a Stark.
Northerners and Starks judged a man on his own deeds snd merits, not those of his family or forebears. Those might affect an initial opinion mind you, but as time went on whose to say whether or not that judgement stayed the same or not.
Only the Gods knew, and that was the harsh truth of it.
Which fit The North well in its own way.
Still what in the hell was a Lannister doing here!?!
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(POV Shift: Lucion Lannister)
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Lucion Lannister mentally recited one thing.
He would see the Twins burnt to the ground.
The arrow in his back, came from the Ferret Face Army.
He declined to entertain a marriage to any Frey, they shot him in the back. Okay that was not entirely, he may have called the entire Frey Bloodline a Pox on Westeros worse than the Bloody Flux. Now because of this he had two options, with the first being that he would eventually get around to seducing one's wife and run the 99-100% odds of actually getting syphilis or the second; which was that he would eventually burn them out root and stem.
As fun as cuckolding the Freys might be, he was not willing to run the risk of catching syphilis on those odds. So he'd eventually burn them out.
He'd dream one more dream before getting up. Here's hoping its a wet dream. He wanted at least one before his body finally realized it was frigid outside and he get cold shrinkage...
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(POV Shift: Genna Lannister)
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Genna awoke.
Her dreams of late had been increasingly erotic.
Placing her hand between her legs, she unsurprisingly finds a copious amount of her own nectar.
As per usual when she reached down and touched, Lucion flashed in her mind. Genna as usual smothered her lust. Despite her own lustful nature she would never lay with a boy, nor would she entertain such a thought. That said she wasn't unwilling to offer her body to Lucion to make him a man after reaching his ten and fifth nameday as a present.
And Emmon would not mind, his cock hadn't been in her for a few years. She made no secret of his size...or rather his lacking there abouts of anything that can be called big, medium, or small.
Hnn.
Genna was hungry.
Time for breakfast.
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(POV Shift: Lucion Lannister)
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As wet dreams go that was one of the better ones.
Aunt Genna really was truly quite beautiful in the nude, with her hair on either breast and her figure illuminated by the pale and incandescent moonlight.
''How much longer?'' Asks a Stern voice.
''I'm awake.'' Says Lucion, not opening his eyes.
''Then why are you eyes closed?'' The voice asks.
''Because I don't want to open them. I've been penetrated by what is essentially a sharpened steel cock Lord Stark. Last thing I plan to do is open my eyes to anything less than a pretty girl. Which shouldn't be too hard.'' Says Lucion.
''Why are you here Lannister, and who shot you with an arrow?'' Asks Stark.
''I'll decline to answer the second question. But as for why I'm here? It ain't for the snow. I'm here because I chose you to foster me. Now please, I'd like to see a pretty girl before you send a letter to mother. Because the odds of me getting my hide tanned are high, and I don't want the first thing that I see to be mother.'' Says Lucion.
''I see.'' Says Stark before departing.
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(Time-skip: Three Days Later)
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(POV Shift: Joanna Lannister)
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Lucion was in the North, specifically Winterfell. Lord Stark's letter had explained a lot. The boy wanted to be fostered at Winterfell.
What she wasn't clear on was who, how, and why he had allegedly been pierced by an arrow.
In the end, she'd find out. Together with Genna and Tygett she was preparing to depart for Winterfell.
If nothing else she'd give her Lion a nice and warm hug before she began pulling his ears and scolding him.....
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