"You got the biggest, it is really not a shock at all, Lady Stark." Silver rolled her eyes at Theon's common use of the name, that she knew he knew was more of an insult to her than a rather applicable title.
"Save it for Sansa, Greyjoy. We had best be getting back to Winterfell, to wait is to delay the inevitable shoutin' that I am going to receive from Septa Mordane and my mother both. Shall we?" She asked and they all rode off back to Winterfell, as Winter, Grey Wind and Ghost ran ahead with Grey Wind and Winter howling up into the sky to announce their arrivals.
When the four of them pulled up to a familiar halt in front of the stable, the quartet was greeted by three angered faces and Silver sighed, as she was the first to dismount, as she swiftly untied the deer from the back of her saddle.
"Wanted to make the most of my last day as a Stark wolf, and not a fucking Lannister whelp." Silver said coldly as her tone was like ice, and she handed over the deer to Hodor, who took it to the kitchens. "Now if you would excuse me, I would like to turn out my own horse." She said and Catelyn looked extremely angered by that, as she caught onto her daughter's arm.
"Leave us. All of you." Catelyn ordered and she had never sounded so angry before. If Silver had made her mother angry before, this was at best worse by tenfold. At worst, well, Silver did not want to even think about what that would mean.
"Theon, turn out my horse please if you have time?" Silver phrased it like a quiet question, and Theon nodded a bit.
"Of course I can Silvy." He said and Silver almost smiled at the childhood nickname, but with her mother starin' burning daggers at her, she found it a bit clearly, rather hard to do so.
Silver handed the reins over and Winter barked loudly, as she was scampering over to Silver, who looked down at her direwolf with a small sigh. "You grow bigger every day, my young pup." She murmured and her mother coughed, as Silver sighed. "Am I simply going to be sent to my chambers again? Seven hells forbid that I go on a hunt like I always used to. Neither you nor Father ever had a single bloody problem with it." Silver pointed out and Catelyn grabbed onto her arm and Silver was yanked up the stairs.
Winter growled savagely at Catelyn who finally released Silver when they were in front of her chambers and the slap across the face, took Silver rather completely off guard and she held her face in shock as she looked over at her mother.
"I have been very, very lenient with you for all these years. But I cannot be any longer. You have flowered and you will be married to the prince. You will lay down your armor, give your sword to Robb and you will stop this hunting nonsense at once. I will not stand for it, Septa Mordane will not stand for it and neither will your father. You will dress nicely and stay out of the training yard, you will stay away from the stables, you will not be training with the boys and you will be going to your needlework. You will depart for King's Landing along with your betrothed and you will be married to Joffrey. There is nothing more to discuss now, is there?" Catelyn had shouted it for the entire castle to hear and on both sides of the hallway and the corridors, there were all sorts of people standing there.
Including at their heads, Theon, Robb, Jon and Arya. Even Bran had come off of the rooftops to see what all the fuss was about and little Rickon clung onto Robb's leg, as Sansa even arrived with all of the grace, the prosperity and the look of being royalty.
"I guess there is nothing else to talk about then, Catelyn Tully." The gasp spread across the servants and the rest, as Catelyn's cheeks flushed red with anger and Silver simply stared her mother down, as she felt her cheek swelling from the slap. "Sansa would make a better queen then I ever would." She said with a scathing tone and Catelyn glared at her, as she stormed into her chambers and she slammed the door behind her.
"Get back to your duties, all of you!" Catelyn shouted, clearly rather all too now humiliated, by her eldest daughter's comments of defiance, and she swept out of the corridor.
Robb got a bundle of snow from the ground and he knocked on the door of his sister's room. "Go away!" Came the loud shout of a response, as Robb was shaking his head.
"I am not our Mother. I am not going to slap you. I highly doubt that Theon would either." Robb stated and Theon arrived along with Winter, who began to scratch at the door, whimpering as she did.
Silver pulled open the door and she glared at them with a swollen eye and Winter yelped at the sight, as she was opening the door and Winter raced in at once, spinning around to snarl at the two boys who held up their hands in surrender. "Easy Winter. These two won't hurt me, well, unless it tis with a blunt tourney sword." She said and Robb handed the bundle of snow to Silver, who pressed it against her eye and she hardly flinched at the cold of it.
"Do you Starks ever get cold?" Theon asked and Silver shrugged a bit, as she lifted her shoulders.
"I have never been anywhere but here and the Wall, so I wouldn't ever really know. I did not ever get cold at the Wall either." Silver admitted and she shifted the snow around over her eye and at the same time, Winter was hesitantly creepin' forward to look up at Theon, who looked down at the big wolf pup.
Winter jumped on him and Theon laughed a little bit as Winter took him by surprise and then it was Silver who was suddenly laughing at his fortune of luck, as Winter had begun to lick all over his face.
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Pack Animals |Game of Thrones|
Fanfiction|GOT Season 1 & The book Game of Thrones| |I own nothing of GOT or ASOIF, I only own my characters and their plotlines| "She was not born to be a lady and sit at home by the hearth, simply waiting for her husband and all his bannermen to return from...
