Targaryen Dragons

A Wolf's Song

Arya Stark

The were making their way to Winterfell, it had been eight days since they started their journey. The ground was covered in snow as far as eye could see. The small lakes had frozen and the little animals would hide in their little holes. The cold wind would hit her face sending shivers through her whole body. She wore dark gloves and a cloak made of bear skin, it reached from her waist to her neck.

Her breathing was visible because of the cold, her nose was slightly red and her ears were covered with a hat. It had started snowing for three days and hadn't stopped since then. Arya could feel the snow crunching beneath the horse's legs. The snow was half a step deep.

The trees around were covered in snow, sometimes wind would pass by and branches would hit one another and made the snow covering them falling in the ground. One of her hands was inside a pocket of her cloak and the other holding the reins of the horse. A small sword tightened to her hip.

Her eyes slowly turned to the horsemen beside her.
"What's wrong Richard?" She asked softly as Richard was keeping his head low almost wanting to cover it beneath the cloak. His nose red almost like blood. His lips looked frozen, his mouth moving up and down all the time.

"Is cold" he replied his voice low and just then a huge wind pass by. Arya tried to hide her face but the wind still felt cold in her naked skin. Sending shivers in her whole body. Her throat felt cold and sometimes she wondered if it was better to not breathe, everytime she breath, cold air filled her throat making it feel like she had little blades inside her throat.

She had grown up in the North but she was raised during the Summer as everyone called it, The Winter was coming just like the words of her own house. Lady Dacey said that wouldn't take long until The True Winter truly comes. She hoped it wouldn't be how some stories describe the long winters. Years of nothing but cold, children would born and die in winter, and The White Walkers would come with their army of the dead and their giant spiders.

Arya had heard that story many times, she didn't really believe in dead man walking but her brother was able to bring back the dragons to the world perhaps White Walkers will come back as well just like the dragons.

"Why is so cold?" Richard asked as he was rubbing his hands together.
Arya shrugged her shoulders as her horse kept walking.
"Who knows. I thought you got used to the cold, summer boy" she said shyly with a small smile on her face. Richard rolled his eyes at her words.

In the begging had been very hard for him to stay in The North, he had went from Dorne to The North. Which were the exact opposite of each other.

Richard thought he was used to the cold after three years in Bear Island but since it had started snowing it had gotten very cold. He felt his nails like they would just fall in cold ground at any moment. Gloves he was wearing helped but not enough, the cloak was very good for the cold weather.

"I'm not a Summer boy anymore. I'm as cold as the North itself" Richard insisted looking at Arya.
She just gave her a look that showed that she didn't really believe it.
Richard was about to say something when he heard someone coming from behind them. He turned his head to see the rest walking towards them on horseback. Lady Dacey was in the front. Her beautiful face hidden behind the cloak.

Richard had noticed that he had started seeing ladies in a different way for three years now. He couldn't help but marvel at her beauty. Arya was beautiful too and deadly and how he wished his lover would be. Richard never thought he would ever marry, he was a bastard and no lady would want to have him.

But if he ever had a lover he would wanted to be like Arya, strong, funny, with charm and good at horse riding. He didn't wanted helpless woman who needed to be saved.