Stelsa, the girl crafted from the broken leftovers from the Gods, is far from the expectations of a normal lady. Her father, Aaeron Meryls, and her uncles sought to train her in the way of the blade. Many whisper about her origin - is she bastard li...
"One had a choice in this realm — to rise to the cause OR TO FALL FROM ITS WEIGHT."
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THE SKY ABOVE HAD BARELY begun to find its light as Stelsa moved through the forest. She was running through the snow that had fallen days ago, paving her own path through its white covered ground. Stelsa did not even bother wasting her time looking back at where she had come from. She was free at this moment, running through the forest with zero expectations of who she was meant to be. All Stelsa knew was to keep running. She did not know where she was going but she would end up exactly where she needed to be eventually.
For now, she continued to run through the trees that looked a bit larger than normal and through the snow that almost engulfed her. Stelsa could feel the cold air entering her lungs — nearly freezing them. The snow crunched beneath her feet as she continued to run forward even as her lungs threatened to cave in. Stelsa was free at this moment.
Free beneath the snow encapsulated trees and the icy rain frozen to the branches.
She slowed herself as she finally listened to the ache of her lungs, breathing in the cold morning air with tiny pants. It felt like her body wanted to give away beneath the sudden ache in her bones — it was as though her bones were barely held together by her flesh. For the first time, Stelsa glanced in the direction she had come from. In the distance, she could see the walls of Winterfell. Stelsa heard the crack of the ice beneath her feet and she looked down. All she caught a glimpse of was a pair of yellow toned eyes before the ice broke.
Stelsa sat up, gasping for air. Her hands grabbed at her neck that ached with every breath she wheezed in and out. It felt difficult to breathe. So difficult that her lungs ached for air despite her being perfectly fine in bed. It had been a dream — a bad one, if she might add. One moment she had been free, the next reality had come to strike again and send her plummeting down into the abyss.
Yet, her mind kept returning to those golden ones that had caught the edges of the ice. The ones that practically pleaded with her for help. Her heart was racing at the imagination of them. It was just an animal she had seen two weeks ago. Stelsa threw the covers off of her body and quickly moved to grab Aemond's cape that was laid out near the fire. The veins inside her thrummed against her flesh, threatening to break through and-
Stelsa bumped into something hard the second she stepped from her room — two hands came to grab her arms. "Woah, where are you going?" The sound of her uncle's voice made Stelsa look up, catching sight of his gray eyes peering down at her. "Are you alright, little wolf?" Cregan questioned and rubbed his thumb against her bicep.
"I had an odd dream..." Stelsa pulled her arms away, afraid he would feel the way her heart pounded through her entire being. "I was hoping a walk would free me from the restlessness it left." Her uncle blinked at her words.
"I shall accompany you then." Cregan held his arm out for Stelsa to loop her own in. He glanced at the fabric of Aemond's cape that was secured around her frame, but he did not say a word about it. "I am glad to have caught you. Today, the other Lords and their families will be arriving to honor you with a feast." It was Stelsa's turn to blink.
