The Games We Play ~ OcxOc (Game of Thrones)

Direwolf

Sobs could be heard from the dungeons along with skin hitting skin.

"Shut the hell up you stupid cunt." Alan snapped kicking the man that had been brought in for breaking into the only brothel in Winterfell and beating one of the whores.

Sadly things like this weren't usually taken care of, but the mistress of the brothel came to Alan personally and asked her to handle this for them.

"I hope what you did was pleasurable enough because you won't feel pleasure ever again." Alan told the man who just sobbed more. "James took off his pants." Alan told James who listened as Alan took cloth putting it in the man's mouth before using his own belt and wrapped it around the men's head and in the men's mouth for he couldn't talk or make much noise, also chaining his arms to a hook, hung from the ceiling to make sure he couldn't get away.

"At least you won't be missing much." James mocked the man as he looked at the small cock then looked at Alan who held James's sword in hand.

"Let's get this over with before my father and brothers get back." Alan stood next to the man as James held the member out for her and she didn't bother waiting before swinging down the sword cutting off the member as he screamed and choked on the cloth in his mouth.

"Please make sure the mistress knows the job was taken care of." Alan asked James who nodded as they left the cell not looking back as she cleans herself off. "And also have some fun of your own." She smirked at the guard as she handed him some coin.

"You don't have to pay me." James shakes his head going to give her it back but she didn't even try to take it.

"Just showing my appreciation." She tells him honestly as they walk out of the dungeon.

"Alan! Alan!" Arya shouts a big smile on her face as she runs up to her older sister as James walks off.

"What is it?" Alan asked knowing that it must be something big if her sister was this happy.

"Look." Alan hadn't noticed the wiggling fluff ball in Arya's hands until she held it up.

"Oh my gods, is this a direwolf?" Alan asked if she saw the wolf's face.

"Yes there is one for every one of us!" Arya said, looking down at her direwolf before looking up again. "Jon has yours."

Without a second thought the two sisters ran off to find their half brother which didn't take long at all seeing as he was still at the stables.

"Jon!" Alan shouted, making him turn, showing off two direwolves in his hands, one fully white and the other fully black.

"Alan, this one is yours." Jon smiled at his little half sister who smiled gleefully at the fully black direwolf Jon plans in her waiting arms.

The first thing she did was check the gender and found out that it was a male.

"What will you name it?" Arya asked her older sister, holding her own wiggling direwolf.

"Daemon." Alan answered remembering the Targaryen man they learned about Daemon was the husband to Rhaenyra Targaryen, first woman to be named heir to the Iron Throne Daemon died killing his nephew fighting for his wife's right to the throne. "It seems fitting." Alan smirked at the little menace that was nibbling on her finger.

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Later that night after their mother had told them Jon Arryn the Hand of King Robert and also the man who practically raised their father had passed but that wasn't all she had also informed them that the King was coming to Winterfell.