A beauty. A she-wolf. A bastard. A lowborn. A fighter.
Meela Stark.
Lady Stark of Winterfell.
Wife of Lord Boutayre.
The Heart Stirrer.
The Iron Lady.
Lady Clegane.
The Sisterhood's She-Wolf.
Her eyes carried a story of their own. Never had the Hou...
She was so lovely, it hurt his chest to gaze at her, especially knowing she was courageous and clever too. -Melanie Dickerson
'Robert no!'
She could hear Ned half yelling as the King launched himself towards her. But Meela easily moved away. She moved behind away from him and Ned held The King's shoulders.
She was shocked, not knowing the reason the King reacted like that. And Ned could be killed for restraining the King against his will.
'She isn't Lyanna Your Grace!'
'I know damn well she isn't Ned! Now get your hands off me!' The King roared at Ned,brushing his arms off.
'You! Come forth child' the king said, pointing and signalling her to come forth at.
'I won't eat you girl,' he added, with a few others snickering behind.
Meela didn't flinch nor look away. She lowered her stare and walked forward to the king. She felt all eyes looking towards her but she ignored them.
'What's ur name?' 'Meela.' 'Is that all?'
A few snorted. She didn't bother. She gazed straight upon him, never leaving his eyes.
'Meela Stark.'
'A lovely thing you are. And a brave one I can say. You gonna kill me with that stare girl?' He teased.
She quickly lowered her gaze as she realised she could be killed for staring. It was very rude for a lady to do so. Especially to a King.
'She's Benjen's daughter, your grace,' Ned added and Robert looked at him.
'Ah of course. You look so much like your aunt, child. Forgive me for scaring ya,' he stated and Meela could only smile at him.
She felt a huge relief when Uncle Ned and King Robert left to visit Aunt Lyanna's tomb. Jon patted her shoulder as she exhaled. She waited till everyone left the compound before she slowly strode along the corridors with him.
She used to get the same remarks. People around her had always told she resembled her Aunt Lyanna. But she didn't know it would affect King Robert so much that he'd advanced towards her in such a manner.
She just brushed off those thoughts, walking through the long hallways, proceeding to her chambers with Jon.
As she strode, she finally saw the huge man with the wolf helm. He held it in his arms while he walked towards them. He was huge. Like a huge tree. He most certainly would be a feared warrior or a knight.
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