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Chapter X - Winterfell

Silver raised her eyebrows at a whistle from Robb and she sighed as she walked over to the side and she'd raised her eyebrows even higher up onto her face. "What is it now, you two? The little shit already accepted the challenge." She hissed at them as Winter rubbed her head against Silver's leg.

"Are you completely sure that you want to do this? If the Queen caught you doing this or worse if Mother was the one to catch you." Robb stated and Silver looked at Winter, who growled a bit and she nodded slightly.

"Jon, how is he holding it?" Silver questioned calmly and Jon leaned a bit to the side, making a show of him scratching his neck to dissuade any sort of suspicion from the Lannisters that could see him.

"The way that you would see Arya trying to hold a sword, if you gave her a greatsword as tall as she was." Jon advised and Silver chuckled quietly as she shook her head.

"Go figure. Anyone have any suggestions for last-minute efforts if anything goes wrong?" Silver asked as they all looked at each other, and they shook their heads.

"Seven hells. They are all armed or holding swords, and not blunted ones either. Do we have your permission to fight them if they come?" Theon asked and Silver looked over her shoulder as she gave up and just turned around to look.

"But only if it seems to be getting out of hand. You got it?" Silver asked and they all nodded silently to agree, and she walked forward, holding her sword just barely above the ground as if to appear weaker then she was.

"This will be over. This stupid girl will be in the dirt by moment's end, who agrees?" Joffrey's entourage of Lannisters with their golden hair and same colored eyes, they all cheered in agreement as Silver yawned casually a bit. "Are you not scared?" Joffrey asked and Silver simply looked at him with an expression that she had once picked up from Theon ages ago.

It was an expression of both exhaustion and maybe a little bit of boredom, as she shook her head and there was a flash of steel in her eyes at the words "are you not scared" out of his mouth and her eyes flared up in a fury. "I'm a Stark of Winterfell. I am in my own home. The day that I am ever scared here, will be the day that I die with a sword in hand." Silver was practically growling and Joffrey swung at her.

Protector's blade clashed with his once, twice, a third time, before the prince's sword was on the ground and Silver kicked him in the chest.

Joffrey dropped onto the ground with a cry of surprise and Silver swung her blade up, to gently rest just above her shoulders. "I'm sorry princeling, but who exactly did you say would be in the dirt again?" She asked and Joffrey seethed with rather clearly exposed anger and embarrassment. As if to just rub it in, Silver turned halfway around to look over at Theon, Robb and Jon. "Who did he say would be in the dirt again, you lot?" She called out and Theon had the amused smirk on his face.

"He said that you would be the one in the dirt soon enough, Lady Stark." The use of her official title was usually the very last thing that Silver wanted any person to hear, but today it served a purpose.

Silver looked over at Joffrey and his eyes widened at once, once he was a bit more able to realize that he had in every way, actually been beaten by the daughter of Eddard Stark. "You lost." Silver said simply to Joffrey, as she walked back over to the others and just when she was about to put Protector away, she heard a chorus of angry shouting.

Silver spun around to face the incoming crowd of swords that were coming for her, but the steel blades at the moment only clashed against more steel.

Silver looked on either side of her in not so much of a surprised expression and she saw the boys had jumped up to help her.

Silver's eyes flashed and Winter started to growl savagely and they heard whimpering. Silver's head moved slightly to the side to look around her elbow, which was busy holding up Protector against three downward strikes and her arm was slowly beginning to tremble with the effort.

Silver chuckled softly, when she saw that Winter was firmly squashing the Crown Prince under her weight, with claws out and poking him with tiniest spots of blood beginning. "You want to fight now, Joffrey the Coward?" She'd ask and Joffrey was whimpering and Jon shook his head slightly at the Prince's cowardness and Silver was whistling to get Winter off, as all of the Lannisters ran off screaming to the Hound, to the Queen and to Jaime Lannister, most likely.

"Well done." Theon said and Silver lifted her shoulders in a shrug, as she chose to mimick his amused and yet also somewhat bored expression in front of him as he shook his head. "Oh shut up." He said and she was laughin' as they all got back to their training sessions again.