Robb and Theon had left Silver alone to get ready for the feast, and Silver's eyes were stormy grey, as she looked in the looking glass and in the xorner of her eye, she saw her armor carefully placed on a stand in the way of a girl who did with armor what she was expected to do with clothing.
Silver looked over in the closet with a sad expression on her face, as she was turning around to look at the armored stand that had once been hers.
Silver looked in the closet next to it where she had trousers and all of her tunics hung up in neat lines, clothes that she had always felt comfortable in, compared to frilly dresses that no one could possibly learn, to ever be able to breathe in.
Silver shook her head and she turned back to the looking glass and her eyes went right to the swollen eye and she sighed, as the swelling had gone down a bit, but it was now bruised black and blue, swollen shut and she cursed when pain like seven hells shot through her, when she gently moved her hand over it.
Silver threw on a brown tunic and trousers as usual, as she walked out of the room with Winter following her a bit quickly to try and keep up.
Silver shut the door and she sighed quietly, before she started the walk of what felt like hours to get to the feast, as she finally walked in and everyone looked up at her arrival.
Silver took her usual place between Robb and Arya, with Theon on Robb's other side and she was looking at the whole deer that was displayed on the table, front and center for them all to see.
Silver suddenly felt queasy at the sight of the deer that she had brought down and she swallowed, as she slid her plate down under the table to Winter, who eagerly ate what was on it and as soon as Silver got a second portion, she was handing it down to Winter as well.
"You are feeding the wolf from the table? Your behavior, it has gone at last, far enough! It has gone much too far, young lady!" Septa Mordane shrieked at the sight of the knife... no the dagger, that buried itself an inch from her left hand and she looked at Silver, whose open eye was burning with what appeared to be tears of sadness and pain. Which was very much unlike the eldest Stark girl, who was more likely to kill whoever saw her cry.
"My dearest apologies, Septa. My hand must have slipped." Silver's voice was icy cold and she shoved her chair back away from the table as she let it fall with a bang onto the floor as she shook her head. Silver whistled to Winter, who ate the final crumbs of food that Silver had dropped onto the ground, before the she-wolf bolted after her.
"Ned!" Catelyn snapped at her husband, who had watched the entire exchange with an expression on his face that gave away nothing. "Ned!"
"You can't say that the Wolf of War does nor know how to make a very great exit in style." Theon mumbled to Robb on his right, and Robb guffawed at the statement.
Silver stopped in the middle of the corridor after she had fled from the dining hall and she clamped her hand over her mouth to stifle the sounds of sadness, and she shut her eyes.
Silver felt terrible shame as she felt tears in her eyes, all rolling down her cheeks and she leaned her forehead against the stone walls of the castle that she had called home since lomg before she could even remember.
Silver looked at Winter, when she felt the direwolf nuzzling her leg, and she sighed. "Come on Winter. I have work to do." She whispered and she wiped tears from her eyes and also off of her face, as she scratched the wolf behind the ears and they started to walk back to her room.
Silver gathered up her armor, the Protector, her bow and quivers and a variety of hunting knives that she had swiped from Mikken's forge when the smith, hadn't been paying attention to it properly.
Silver made her way down to the training yard and she dragged one of the barrels over to where she would have once been sitting to fire arrows from on the ground, just to mess with Theon, who was always quite unsure of where exactly as he put it "where are those bloody fucking arrows coming from?" were the words that were often used from him.
Silver dragged multiple barrels over to her position until there was a single barrel for every piece of armor, and for her weapons.
Silver started to scrub at her breastplate until it was shining with the symbol of the direwolf and she'd sigh softly, as she moved onto the next barrel and her next project.
Silver reached the sword, Protector last and she carefully removed it from its sheath and she studied the shining blade, as the moonlight caught it and the blade casted shadows across the yard.
Silver swung it around her swiftly and for a small fraction of a second in all eternity, she thought that maybe it would be easier if she just nicked her own throat and got it over with... No it wasn't possible, she had to be alive to marry the little shit of a Prince.
Silver started to run through the basics, the very basic drills that Ser Rodrik Cassel had begun all of their training with and that Silver had quite quickly become proficient in.
Silver moved swiftly onwards until she had once again lost herself in the art of the sword and her eyes flashed in the darkness, as she continued to block and parry, just as soon to attack her invisible opponents.
Silver had yet to realize that she had an audience above her on the balcony as her father Ned Stark was up on the balcony watching, as she went through all of the drills and continued to fight invisible opponents all around her.
"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 war, Lord Stark." Theon looked over the edge of the balcony at the training yard below, as Eddard Stark looked over to see his ward standing there, as Theon had walked up silently.
"Pray tell me then... what was she born for then Greyjoy?" Ned Stark asked of him and the ward looked up at him with a shake of his head.
"She was born for war. There is a reason that the bannermen and the knights in Winterfell, call her the Wolf of War. No one would be caught dead, referring to her as a lady in her presence, Lord Stark. Her fire would be snuffed out in King's Landing." The kraken's son stated and Ned looked at him, before he turns back to watching Silver, who was looking up at him and her eye shone with pain and, it wasn't the kind that could be physically healed.
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