I'm not just a Girl

Chapter One

"The King of the North you say?" Tywin Lannister said, taking a sip of his wine. He stared at the empty cup in his hand, twisting it around.

He was an old man, but he was clever. All his hair was grey and his face was covered in wrinkles, but he knew the battlefield. He knew how to win.

"More wine girl," he called. That was my cue. "Yes, my Lord," I said as I walked over, jug in hand.

"I'll have some more too girl," one of the military advisors called. I poured more wine for him, as usual.

"Thanks girl," he winked, slapping my ass as I walked away. My stomach turned as he did so, but I learned to ignore it. I couldn't say anything. He was a Lord, I was nobody.

I stood in my corner again, waiting to be called on. Tywin and his advisors made attacking strategies. Or atleast tried.

Robb Stark, the great King of North, was a man I longed to meet. Tywin hated him, which made me like him even more.

My father used to tell us stories about the Starks. He said they were the most honourable family in all of Westeros, especially Eddard.

He mentioned once he had a bastard, Jon Snow, but he never talked about him, even when I asked. He always spoke of Robb and if Sansa.

He always wished I'd turn out like her, he never said it, but I knew. In the end, he gave up and thought me to hunt and fight. He even gave me his hunting bow the day before he died.

Now, listening to Tywin and his drunk advisors speak about the "giant direwolf" made me laugh. Poseidon was a direwolf, but he wasn't a giant.

Every angle and every tactic they tried, Stark seemed to have the upper hand. "Seven hells!" Tywin shouted, banging his hands one the table.

His wine splashed out of his cup and I rushed over to clean it up. "Leave it, girl," he said, waving me away.

I went back to my position in the corner. I felt uneasy as the silence in the room dragged out. A silent Tywin was never good. He was angry.

"Get out," he said. His advisors began to move and I followed nervously. "Not you girl," he said.

I stopped and turned to face him. "Yes, my Lord," I said. "Sit," he said pointing to one of the empty seats.

He walked over towards his window. "You know, all I'm doing I do for the Seven Kingdoms," he said.

Yes, because murdering babies who may or may not have been Robert Barateons bastards is always good. "Yes, my Lord," I said.

He was drunk and I was scared. He's never kept me here before on my own. "I have spies everywhere," he said.

I began to panic. He knows. He knows about my brother and Poseidon. How I've been taking leftovers to keep them alive.

"Is it a direwolf?" He asked. "Y... yes my Lord," I answered. My hands were sweating as I squeezed them to stop myself from shaking.

"Can they be giant?" He asked. "I... I don't think so my Lord," I said. "Good," he paced around the room again.

"What's wrong with the boy? Is he your son?" He asked. "No my Lord," I answered again. "That's right he couldn't be, you're only young. How old?" He asked.

"I will be sixteen on my next name day, my Lord." "Ah yes, well that Lord Faren has been with much younger," he said. I said, nothing, unsure of what to respond.

"What's wrong with him?" Tywin asked again. "He... he was injured my Lord," I said. "Is he dying?" He asked.

"I... I think so, my Lord," I said sadly. "And you've been taking food for him?" He asked. "Just the leftovers my Lord, I promise," I said hurriedly.

"Don't worry girl, I won't cut off your hand," he said. "Here," he passed me a loaf of bread. "Take this to him tonight, fill him up."

"Thank you my Lord," I said. "Go, before someone sees you," he said.

I rushed out the room before he could change his mind. I ran down the narrow cobbles until I got further and further away from the castle until I reached Flea Bottom.

I ran through the streets, that were still alive even though it was nighttime, until I got to the outskirts.

I creeped into the forest and found my brother where he always is, and Poseidon was by his side.

"Hey boy," I whispered as he licked my face. "Look what I have," I said as I handed him a slice of bread. He ate it in one bite.

"Go boy, go hunt," I said and he ran off into the depths of the forest.

"Sophia," my brother whispered roughly. "Yeah it's me," I said, crawling over to him. "I've more food tonight," I said, handing him a slice.

He was barely able to lift his hand. I started the fire in the clearing so we could have some heat tonight, and maybe meat if Poseidon brought back anything.

After we ate, I helped Harry to get comfortable. He was much weaker than he had been this morning and barely ate any food, despite my pleas.

"Tell me a story," he said. "What story?" I asked. "The one about Poseidon," he said.

I told him the story our father always told us, about the man who lived over the seas. Some people say he is a God and will never die. He could control the Sea and earth.

I told him the story our father always told us, until I heard his breathing even as he fell asleep.

I watched him sleeping in the light of the glowing embers. He was so young, only 13 years old.

He was always a strong boy, able to work the land with father, but now he was fading away to nothing.

The wound the knife the robbers left never healed. It got infected and it spread fast. I didn't tell him, but I'm sure he knows.

I lid down, resting my head on Poseidon. His warm soft fur always made me feel safe.

I couldn't sleep. Every time I close my eyes, I see our cottage go up in flames. I hear my mother and father screaming as the robbers dragged them out. I can still smell the burning hay and skin in my nostrils.

Worst of all, I can still remember their bodies. Burnt to a crisp and completely unrecognisable.

// AN- woooo new story!!!

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