'Rough night imp?' Sandor questioned fixing his boots.
'If I get through this without scratching one end or the other it will be a miracle.' Tyrion told him drunkenly, his head was spinning, he hated the north.
'Didn't pick you for a hunter.'
'I am the greatest in the land my spear never misses.' he said drunkenly, his words slurred.
'It's not hunting if you pay for it.' Sandor remarked getting up as Tyrion closed his eyes again leaning against the stables.
There was a shout from the courtyard below. Prince Tommen was rolling in the dust, trying to get up and failing. All the padding made him look like a turtle on its back. Bran was standing over him with upraised wooden sword, ready to whack him again once he regained his footing
"Enough!" Ser Rodrik called out. He gave the prince a hand and yanked him back to his feet. "Well fought. Well fought."
"That was adorable." Rieka declared, Theon smiled wrapping his arms around her, he kissed along her neck.
"Prince Joffrey, Robb, will you go another round?"
"Gladly." Joffrey strut into the sunlight "This is a game for children, Ser Rodrik." Joffrey sneered. "I am a prince. And I grow tired of swatting at Starks with a play sword."
"That so?" Rieka mused as Theon's arms tightened around her.
"You got more swats than you gave, Joff," Robb corrected.
"Are you afraid I was going easy on you?" Joffrey barked as he looked back at robb. "Now your ass will be in the dirt before you blink!"
"What a cu-" Rieka's words were smothered by giggles as Theon tickled at her ribs.
"What are you suggesting?" Robb asked joffrey
"Live steel."
"Done," Robb agreed with a chuckle, then he could say he took down the prick of a prince.
"Oh no." Jon murmured.
"Live steel is too dangerous. I will permit you tourney swords, with blunted edges." Rodrick corrected. Joffrey said nothing, "They will have steel when they are ready. When they are both of an age."
"Come and see me when you're older, Stark. If you're not too old." Joffrey cackled out.
"Little punk." RIeka muttered.
"Don't lose your head, Rie" Theon whispered.
"Come, Tommen," joffrey said. "The hour of play is done. Leave the children to their frolics."
'I know what I'm putting you through. Thank you for saying yes. I only ask you because I need you. You're a loyal friend. You hear me? A loyal friend. The last one I've got." Robert remarked
'I hope I'll serve you well.' Ned told him.
'You will. And I'll make sure you don't look so fucking grim all the time. Come on, boys, let's go kill some boar!" Ned nodded goodbye to Bran as the riding party headed off. Ned's gaze shifted to Rieka and Theon again and his face pinched.
"Dont get shot I have little faith in the kings abilities." Rieka begged kissing the corner of Theon's lips. "Robb-"
"I will look out for him, baby sit him." Robb remarked with a laugh.
"Shut up, I dont need babysitting!" Theon declared. "I'm elder than both of you, "Theon reminded them.
"Be careful, the both of you." Rieka begged.
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Guiltless / Theon Greyjoy
FanfictionRieka Stark never thought she would leave the north. Never thought her best friend would betray her with a smile. Knew she could never could never forgive him but the guilt was eating Theon up inside. 🐺 "There is a wall in my life built by you. Y...
