The Tale of the Opal Assassins

2: GO AWAY, INGRID!!!

               ~Ingrid~
          I watched as my sisters mastered their weapons more and more every day. Gudrun could sneak past just about anyone, and Ireonna could put an arrow through a birds eyeball at 100 yards. If throats needed to be slit, Gudrun was your girl. If you needed someone or something sniped, Ireonna was the one you needed. I kept it classic with my great-sword. My sisters called me a brute because I was always the one who wore heavy armor and swung a heavy sword. Ireonna wore light armor. It kept her quick and let her get her job done. Gudrun may wear a bit of leather, but she was never into armor. She always said that if no one can see you, there's no need for armor.
          I often felt like I was the only one who cared about honor in the slightest. Ireonna cared what people thought, so naturally she would have a small sense of honor. Gudrun didn't give a shit. She did what needed to be done and moved along.
          I keep explaining stuff like we actually did anything. We never encountered any real combat until a year later. That's a story that I'll get to later. Anyway, I often watched my little sisters sneak around Winterfell. I'd often catch Ireonna stealing food from the bakery and secretly writing letters. I always wondered who she was writing to, but I could never find where she stashed those letters. Gudrun may have been one of the stealthiest people in Westeros, but if you knew her interests well enough, she wasn't hard to track. I often tracked her by tracking Theon. I couldn't keep an eye on her because she was so good at hiding, but if I could find Theon Greyjoy, I could find her. If she had disappeared, nine times out of ten she could be found with him. Poor Gudrun. She knew that Theon was an asshole, but she really liked him. I would have advised against it a thousand times, and may have actually done so at least a hundred.

               ~Gudrun~
          I knew that Ingrid was following me almost every time I went to go meet Theon. I also knew how much my sisters hated the idea that I liked such as him, but they didn't know how sweet he was to me. He was an asshole, but a really kind one. With that said, there was still some things I hated about him. For starters, he was a man whore. He spent a lot of time in brothels. I couldn't help but be pissed off about that. The jealousy demon attacked me and I almost slit his "favorite" whore's throat. Luckily I came to my senses before I went through with it. It still pissed me off like you wouldn't believe! The worst part is that I was pretty sure he knew how I felt about him. If that was the case, he was giving me a silent rejection.
          He still was my best friend. I could talk to him about anything. We could play in the river like children and have wonderful times. One day he even kissed me.
          "What was that for," I asked.
          "Because I saw an opportunity," replied Theon, "And there was no way I'd pass that one up."
          "Hang one one second," I whispered to Theon. Next I started to yell, "GO AWAY, INGRID!!!"
          "How did you know I was here," I heard Ingrid reply
          "You can't out sneak the master of stealth. Now go away!"
          I heard Ingrid run off through the trees. Now I was alone with him. Shit! I was alone with him. What am I supposed to do?!?!? I'm so awkward! I'm too awkward! I just–
          He kissed me again.
          "You know," I began, "You just interrupted my narration."
          "Your narration," Theon questioned, "What are you talking about?"
          "Uhhhhh nothing! Don't worry about it. It's nothing."
          "The voices in your head acting up again?"
          "Oh shut up!"
          Theon laughed. I couldn't help but wonder why he had kissed me. Did he love me? He couldn't! He's a man whore. He probably is only after one thing... But I have to admit, I've always had a little liking of him. Yeah he's obnoxious and obsessed with sex, but he's sweet to me. He's pretty nice too. No! No! No! I can't think like that! He's not right for me!
          "So," I began, "Does this mean you care for me?"
          "Oh come on," replied Theon, "Of course care for you."
          "Do you actually care for me, or do you just want to screw me?"
         "I actually care for you. I have for a while."
         "That's good cause I really like you too. Does this mean you'll stop banging prostitutes?"
         "I will, and will you stop trying to slit whore throats?"
         "How did you know about that?"
         "She told me about it. She said that a girl in a mask tried to kill her. She said the mask had little gadgets and trinkets all over it."
         "How did you know that it was my mask?"
         "I saw it under your bed the other night when we were together."
         "Why didn't you report me to the guards?"
         "I already said that I care for you at least twenty times. I also recall telling you a couple of years ago that your secrets are safe with me."
        "I remember that too. I'm surprised that you remember... So they are all wrong."
         "About what?"
         "My sisters said that you were an obnoxious sex crazed asshole."
         "I'll admit that I can be obnoxious and sex crazed, but an arsehole? I think not."
         "You are an asshole, but that doesn't matter to me."
         "Thanks... I guess."
         "It's getting dark, we should head back to my place. Maybe I could teach you how to properly sneak so that my sisters don't follow you to spy on us on the way."
         "How do you know that they aren't just following you?"
         "They can't follow the master of stealth."

               ~Ireonna~
          Gudrun brought Theon to the house. I know that it doesn't seem so weird, but it is. It's strange because she normally tries to sneak him in through her window so that we don't know that he's here. She may be awesome at sneaking, but she's not very good at sneaking other people. It was odd how he ate with us that night. He was acting like a nice person instead of constantly making asshole comments. Does he just put this act on for Gudrun? She does not need to trust him.
          After supper I went to my room and began writing another letter to Tyrion that would never be sent to him. It was fun to imagine getting replies from him. I often dreamed about it. It became an obsession. I need to see Tyrion Lannister! I began another letter. Possibly my last...
          Dear Tyrion,
          I've missed you so much, my dear. I have wonderful news. I'll be visiting you in Kings Landing very soon keep an eye out for me in the garden where we first met.
                                 Love, Ireonna