The Games We Play ~ OcxOc (Game of Thrones)

Plot

Alan was now ten and three and she was sitting alone in the corner of the room trying her best to embroidery a dragon into a cloth but the sounds of her sister and her friends giggling to themselves distracted her.

"What is she even trying to make?" One asked loud enough for Alan to hear but not their Septa hear as they peered at the pale girl.

"Who knows?" Sansa smirked as she looked eyes with her sister trying not to act like she wasn't intimidated by the glare that her twin was casting down to her.

"Oh no I think horse face is getting mad." Another friend whispered as Alan looked back down at her needle work trying to hold her composure.

Alan and Sansa had always been compared growing up seeing as they were twins but people always said the same thing Sansa is 'beautiful, unique, and breathtaking' with her bright red hair and pretty blue eyes. Alan was never any of those things if anything they would just say 'you look like a Stark' which was the only compliment she ever got.

"I don't even know why Septa even bothers with her; it's been obvious she is not ever going to be a good wife." She taunted.

The last part even bothers Alan. Yes she knew that she would be a wife one day but that didn't mean she had to like that thought especially knowing that her husband might be a fat old lord that wouldn't even know the first thing about a woman.

Alan stood up suddenly making them all stop as she walked up to them. "At least I'm not stupid like you living a fairy tale that will never become true." Alan whispered to her sister before dropping the cloth to the ground and walking out of the room ignoring the Septa's calls.

Alan loved Winterfell. It was her home. She felt safe here but deep down she was trying to claw her way out so she could find a place where she didn't have to hold her tongue every second and didn't have to act like the sweet naïve girl her parents wanted her to be.

The small girl sneaked around the castle making sure no one saw, not wanting her parents to know that snuck out from her lessons again.

"Where are you going?" Alan stopped all movements at the sound of her father's voice behind her.

"Father Septa had asked me to go and get more thread-" Alan tried to lie but the look on her fathers face as he crossed his arms made her stop. "They were being mean." Alan told him truthfully knowing her father would know exactly who they were.

Nad sighed as he walked over to his daughter pulling her into his arms which she instantly found comfort in.

"You needn't worry about what your sister and her lady say, my little wolf." He kissed the top of her head pulling back to looking into her matching gray eyes.

"I know but I don't feel like listening to it today." She exclaimed, giving her father a hopeful look. "Please don't make me go back, I won't tell mother you let me." Alan begged Nad who chuckled as he stood up tall.

"Fine." He sighed and Alan grinned giving her father a tight hug before running away.

So she went to the place no one would be the Stark crypt she truly didn't know why she loved being in the crypt so much since she was only seven she loved the exhilarated feeling she got from going down here very statue she past it felt like they were watching her waiting for her to make a wrong move before they would jump out and scare her like a bad prank her brother would try to play on her.

Once she found an empty corner that was fifty feet away from her aunt Lyanna. That was the last statue she had made the little slither of space into her hiding spot. There was a pile of blankets and pillows on the ground and a few candles hidden in holes in the wall.