The Kingdom

Southern Exertion

Finally, Morgan could almost kiss the ground as he rode past the gates of Winterfell, they had left Kingslanding two and a half months ago and Morgan was ready to leave the wasteland.

Having gotten word of his father's plan to bring the Starks south, Tywin had instructed Morgan to remain at the capital until further notice. Unfortunate as it may, MOrgan was rather looking forward to heading to Casterly Rock. It was a trip he made every year- for six months he would remain with his grandfather and the other six at Kingslanding. Following the Starks to the Capital would cut short his time at Casterly Rock. But he had his orders.

"Keep an eye on how the wolves adapt to the heat" was his command, his grandfather was always straight to the point a quality Morgan appreciated. Growing up in Kingslanding honesty and sincerity were rare qualities, people spoke sweet words wrapped in endless conversation, and very few were to the point.

On his horse, Morgan kept silent as he muffled his father's loud chatter and found company in his thoughts. 

A few weeks later they arrived at a stop, deciding to settle for the night. As the men bustled around preparing for the evening, Morgan slipped away needing some much needed time alone.

Finding a spot underneath a sycamore tree, Morgan leaned back onto its trunk allowing the warm breeze and glowing sun to caress his skin. Pulling out a book, he enjoyed one of the very few moments of peace he had. But as always peace was meant to be broken; bickering was heard past the bushes ahead of him, heaving himself up he slowly approached only to be met with the sight of his older brother being bested and maimed by the little Stark girl. Resisting the urge to chuckle he turned quickly making way for camp. Knowing Joffrey this matter was about to be. Before he could leave something darted past him- the direwolf. Smart girl, he thought, in quick judgement, Morgan chased after it only to find it pacing a small clearing.

Quirking his head Morgan stared the animal down. Despite its small stature, it was a direwolf and was set to grow even larger, allowing the direwolf free would allow it back to the North. It was like handing back a sword to a potential enemy. A companion may be to the Stark children, Morgan saw it as what it was- a potentially dangerous weapon, a beast that would kill at the command of its' family'.

Nope

It took a few seconds, the animal didn't even have time to move. Morgan released a small dagger hidden up his sleeve. Within a blink of an eye, the dagger embedded itself in the animal's neck. Stalking closer, Morgan crouched down petting the wolf gently before snapping its neck. 

Never give your enemies an advantage

Eventually, Morgan casually made his way back to camp, which he suspected was met by a frenzy no doubt caused by his melodramatic brother. Entering the main tent he found his parents, Ned Stark and his little pups and then his snivelling brother who stood behind their mother clutching his arm like the coward he was. Rolling his eyes Morgan made way for the wine decanter that was perched in the corner.

"She's as wild as that animal of hers. I want her punished," his mother sneered unable to hold her dislike for the wolf back.

 Robert looked back at her, " What would you have me do, whip her through the streets? Damn it, children fight. It's over."

 Cersei scoffed "Joffrey will bear these scars for the rest of his life."

 " You let that little girl disarm you ?" Joffrey shrank back at his father's judgmental stare, Morgan on the other hand voiced his amusement.

"HAHA you let the pup best you" a laugh bellowed out of him, startling the assembled party, Morgan laughing let alone showing emotion that was genuine was rare almost impossible. "A scar congratulations brother, there comes a time every little boy gets a scar so they can become a big boy. If you get another you will soon be a man. Isn't that exciting." He remarked sarcastically drowning the rest of his wine.

Joffrey finally stepped from their mother's skirt, a sneer prominent on his face, " I was savaged by a wide beast" he spat, making excuse for his loss.

Morgan snorted amused, "You were bested by a ten-year-old girl and you can hardly call it a beast- it's the same size as a small dog... take the moment and be embarrassed," Morgan remarked letting a smirk slip on his face. In his peripheral, his mother's hot glare scorched the side of his face, whilst his father whilst amused was embarrassed by his eldest son.

Taking control of the situation Robert interrupted before Joffrey would further embarrass himself "See to it that your daughter is disciplined. I'll do the same with my son."

 Eddard nodded "Gladly, your Grace."

Sensing the end of the conversation Cersei stepped forward " And what of the direwolf? What of the beast that savaged your son ?"

"Puppy" Morgan interjected 

 Robert sighed "I'd forgotten the damned wolf."

A soldier spoke out "We found no trace of the direwolf, your Grace." Morgan's hand twitched slightly remembering the shrubs he dumped the body in.

"So be it" the King dismissed but knowing his mother Morgan knew she would want blood.

"We have another wolf."

Tired and not having the energy to deal with Cersei Robert conceded" As you will"

"You can't mean it."

Morgan once again scoffed, how naive were these Starks?

"A direwolf's no pet. Get her a dog. She'll be happier for it."

 Sansa finally catching on let out a sob "He doesn't mean Lady, does he ? No no, not Lady ! Lady didn't bite anyone ! She's good !" should have been smart like your sister Morgan thought

 " Lady wasn't there! You leave her alone !" Arya screamed

Tugging her father's sleeve, Sansa begged "Stop them. Don't let them do it. Please! It wasn't Lady !" Just as he thought, Sansa was a spoilt brat, naive and an airhead waiting for daddy to fix everything, Morgan sneered at the thought, he loath girls like Sansa.

"Is this your command... your Grace ?"

Ignoring the northern lord, Cersei turned to the soldier "Where is the beast ?"

"Chained up outside, your Grace."

"Ser Ilyn, do me the honour."

"No. Jory... Take the girls to their rooms. If it must be done, then I'll do it myself"

"Is this some trick ?"

 "The wolf is of the north. She deserves better than a butcher."

Hmmm what an interesting yet oddly predictable bunch, Morgan thought.

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