Winter ran out beyond the castle walls along with her brothers, before racing back into the castle when it was time, as Silver whistled for her and the direwolf raced back to her.
Hundreds of horses were arriving as Silver moved back to stand silently in the front in line with her family, and a quiet squeeze from Robb's hand was a clear indicator that he was not happy to see the little prick that the whole group all knew was Prince Joffrey's defining trait.
"Can't believe that you almost had to marry him." Theon was standing just behind them with Jon, as Silver rolled her eyes and she shook her head. "He is a bloody child." He said as she was staring straight ahead, but her mouth was curled very slightly in a small smile.
"Don't remind me that I almost had to marry the bloody prick Greyjoy, it just makes me feel sick. Winter, back." She murmured as Winter had started to growl at something, something that Silver herself couldn't necessarily see.
"Maybe she can smell the royal shits from all the way over here." Theon said and Silver had to laugh at that, as she shook her head and Winter was prowling around her protectively, all despite what her mother had said for keeping them inside of the castle on their own.
Winter growled at Joffrey and Queen Cersei when they approached Silver a bit too closely for her liking, along in time, with the Queen's Hound, Sandor Clegane following. Winter stood rather firmly in the dirt in front of Silver, who had her sword on her hip as usual.
"I do believe that this is a man dressed up as a woman! Wearing armor, no less, how strange." Silver knew that the only things keeping her from charging at Joffrey then and there, was that Robb was moving to glare at him, Theon's hand had locked around her wrist in an iron grip and she felt the warning looks of her parents.
"That is my sister, Princeling. You should hold your tongue. You are the Prince of Westeros, but she is the Wolf of the North." Robb stated coldly and a cruel smirk moved across Joffrey's face and Silver really wanted to just smack the look clean off of his face... but Theon still had her wrists locked and unless she wanted to make him look a complete fool, she didn't have much choice but to just seethe in anger.
"Oh really? Last I checked, the North was full of barbarians and the single iron born left. Isn't that true? From the Iron islands, his father failed in his rebellion and he was absolutely miserable for it. Did he not come up here, to freeze?" It was Silver's turn to keep Theon from killing the crown prince, as she felt a sudden surge of anger that hadn't been there before.
The only problem was, she wasn't completely sure as to where it was coming from.
It could have been coming from anyone in her immediate vicinity and she was also enraged at his clearly aimed insults toward her.
But she wasn't just angered and enraged by the insults toward her and her family, he was also insulting every person that he could and her hand went unseen by Joffrey, but it successfully kept Theon back.
When the introductions were done and the royal children were far away from the Starks, Silver released Theon from her vice grip on his hands and in a surprisingly quick move, she caught Robb by the shoulder. "Don't. Not now, especially not when the bloody Lannister Queen is watchin'." She said quietly and Robb growled with irritation, but he nodded nevertheless and she released his arm. "Come on, I need to hit something." Silver muttered and they all made their way to the training yard without delay.
Silver lunged forward at the nearest dummy and her sword destroyed it in seconds, and she shook her head in a fury, as she went along the row.
Theon and Robb were sparring back and forth, while Jon was sitting in the corner as he watched. "Keep your sword up Robb." Silver said and she wiped her hand across her forehead and Silver shook her head. "Not that far up... that looked like it hurt." She said as she winced for her twin, and Theon had managed to slap him in the ribs with the flat of his blade. "Keep your guard up. Ouch. Watch his feet for cues... ow, you are going to have a bruise from that one." Silver mumbled under her breath, as Robb finally gave up and it was Silver who was up next.
"This should be fun." Theon said with a crooked smirk, and Silver rolled her eyes at him, as she shook her head.
"How in seven hells, can you be so clearly excited about fighting the one main person, who always puts you on your ass, Greyjoy?" Jon asked and the ironborn shrugged, before they heard slow, drawn-out clapping from the big arching entryway that led into their training yard.
"So this is the North's solution to feeling better about their cannibal nature? Beating on a woman with a weapon made for a man?" Joffrey had arrived and Silver whistled twice and Joffrey shrieked like a little girl, as Winter slunk out of the shadows to snarl at him.
"At least we don't lose every ball we have, when we see a direwolf." Theon countered and Silver spun her sword around with a shrug.
"Perhaps the princeling would like to fight a round with a weak girl like me, maybe that way he can actually say at least truthfully, he has actually beaten someone for even once in any form of combat." Joffrey's face, it turned a beet red from anger at being insulted and a smirk played a merry tune on Silver's lips, as she waited for the answer from Joffrey, who simply grabbed a steel sword from one of his many cousins and Silver swung Protector around with a smug smirk on her face.
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