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...
"She saw a dragon, ready to devour her in ways that SHE COULD NEVER DREAM OF."
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THE YOUNG BOY CLUNG to Stelsa as though the moment his little hands released her from his clutches, she would simply disappear. Stelsa found herself reciprocating the gesture as her arms became stone around her young cousin. In such a short time, they had become a dynamic duo. She had learned so much from the young boy and she liked to believe he had learned a thing or two from her too. At the very least, it is because of her he got to see a dragon for the first time. "I need you to do something for me." She whispered into the mop of brown hair atop his head.
"Anything." Rickon agreed, finally pulling back some to look over his cousin with a seriousness that mimicked his own father's. Stelsa glanced over at the direwolf that faithfully sat near them, her golden eyes remained watching over them from the shadows. Rickon followed her gaze to stare at the wolf that grew with every night.
"Will you take care of Polaris for me until she departs with your father?" Stelsa asked the boy, but he was already nodding his head before she could finish her words.
"Of course. I will ensure the fire is always lit at night and that she is welcomed to sleep on my bed if she so desires." Rickon promised eagerly, making Stelsa chuckle, extending her gloved palm out to the creature that moved to join their sides. "I promise you that she will be cared for. And a Stark never breaks an oath." Rickon pressed, making Stelsa nod in agreement.
"A Stark never breaks an oath." She echoed his words back before turning to face her direwolf. Stelsa brushed her hand over Polaris' fluffy ear, watching as it quickly flopped back into its rightful place. "I hope you will practice your penmanship and write to me in my absence. I am most eager to continue hearing your stories and sharing them with the little princes and princess." Rickon looked over his shoulder to the faithful lady, their secretly beloved aunt who was not much older than Stelsa, and waited for her approval.
Sara gave both of them a smile and nodded. "I believe we can make time for that." Sara approved making Rickon almost jump for joy in his spot. Stelsa nodded gracefully to her before she turned back to Polaris.
Her golden eyes bore into Stelsa's own gray ones. Stelsa took her face between her hands and pressed her forehead against the growing wolf's. She closed her eyes and allowed herself to entrain the feeling of Polaris' fur tickling her exposed skin. "We will be together again soon enough." Stelsa promised the creature before she pulled back and rose from the ground.
Sara carefully observed her, a gentlest remaining in her gaze as Stelsa met her own. "You have been most kind in my stay North, Sara. Since the moment I have arrived you ensured my every need was tended to." Stelsa reached out her gloved hands, taking Sara's who were thinly wrapped in a cheaper pair of gloves. She observed the fabric carefully, wondering why her hands were wrapped in a fabric Stelsa deemed more fit for gloves worn at Kings Landing. "Words cannot express my gratitude for you and the rest of the staff who help serve my uncle and cousin." Stelsa offered her a small smile as she leaned forward whispering, "I do hope you will write to me too."
