The Forbidden Loves

Nya

Nya watches Jon and Robb practice with wooden swords.

She sits with Lady Catelyn, her twin Narcissa, and Lady Catelyn's daughters, Sansa and Arya, and they talk politley to one another and watch the boys.

The only thing Lady Catelyn hates about her is her love for Jon Snow, Lord Eddard Stark's, her husband's, bastard son who Nya happens to be staring at.

"Nya?" Lady Catelyn was speaking to her.

"Sorry?" Nya tears her gaze away from Jon to look at Robb's mother.

Catelyn's long auburn hair, much like Sansa's who had inherited it, falls down her back in soft curls. Her blue eyes that Robb had recieved look into Nya's gold ones and she smiles thinly at her. "I asked if you would like some more tea," Catelyn says patiently.

"No thank you," Nya answers politely. She has to fight not to look at Jon Snow and the temptation is very strong indeed.

"Nya are you excited that the King Robert and Queen Cersei are coming here?" Sansa asks, looking excited just talking about it. Her blue eyes, much like Lady catelyn's and Robb's are sparkling and she is slightly tapping her foot on the ground.

"I don't know," Nya answers, looking thoughtful. Her golden eyes stray  back to Jon and his dark eyes meet hers. She looks away quickly, catching sight of Lord Eddard Stark striding towards them. Nya overhears Robb and Jon's father telling them about a Night Watch deserter and says they will go with him and Bran. Nya immediately stands up. "If I may be excused," She says politely, looking at Lady Catelyn.

As soon as Catelyn gives her permission she picks up the hem of her gown and runs to hte stables where she meets the boys. "Hi!" She says breathlessly.

"Nya what are you doing here?" Jon asks curiously, though he looks happy to see her.

"I'm coming with you," She answers, daring him to say no.

Lord Eddard looks at her. "I guess you overheard where we are going?" He asks.

"Yes," Nya answers, "and I am coming with." She cocks her head to the side, waiting for what Eddard Stark will tell her.

"Very well. But you must stay quiet." He gives consent and Nya smiles.

"As you command my lord." She hops up onto her horse, Storm, with help from Jon and they ride off, Bran on Jon's other side and Robb next to Nya on her other side.

When they arrive where the deserter is, Lord Eddard questions him and Nya looks on with curiosity and slight understanding of what is going on. "Don't look away," Jon whispers to Bran, "if you do, Father will know." We all watch as Lord Eddard takes his valyrian steel sword Ice from Theon Greyjoy and cuts the man's head off with a single sweep.

It was beautiful yet kind of gross but Nya kept her eyes on the blood spraying from the body where the head had been connected. "You've done well," Jon tells Bran as Bran continues to stare at the body, much like Nya was.

Jon rides next to Nya. "What did you think of that?" He asks her.

"Well, he was a deserter, that is what is supposed to happen. But I believed what he said about the Others," Nya admits.

Jon arches an eyebrow at her. "Do you now?" He asks.

Nya looks at him steadily as she rides. "No one can be that good at faking fear. The man was obviously terrified and horrified just speaking of it. he looked sick to his stomach," she replies.

Jon nods and they ride in silence for a while. A while meaning that Robb rides up beside Jon and says he'll race both of them to the bridge. Nya smiles wickedly. "You're on Stark," she winks at him and pats Jon on the shoulder then races off, Storm running like the wind.

Nya beats the boys but suddenly she is thrown from Storm. She grunts as she lands on the ground and a rather vile smell reaches her nose. "Ewww!" She squeals, staring at the corpse of what her horse tripped over. It was the corpse of a huge direwolf.

"Nya!" Robb and Jon had just caught up. "Are you ok?" Jon asks, concerned. He gets off his mount and helps Nya to her feet.

"I'm fine but I don't think that the direwolf is." Her gold eyes are fixed on the corpse of the huge beast and Nya feels slightly sick all of a sudden.

Theon Greyjoy rides up and dismounts next to Nya, his face screwed into a look of slight disgust. "What in the Seven Hells is that?" He asks.

"It's a direwolf you idiot," Nya scowls at him, "and it made Storm throw me off."

"Throw you off?" Theon smirks.

"Well she tripped over it and I fell off," Nya amends.

"Didn't have a hard enough grip, did you?" Theon smiles at her wickedly and Nya rolls her eyes and punches him in the shoulder. "Shut up Theon!" Her eyesstray back to the wolf and she steps back in disgust. Gross. She thinks to herself. Arms circle her waist and Nya's whole body stiffens.

"Didn't mean to startle you." Theon murmurs softly in her ear.

"Let go you ass," Nya hisses quietly so the others don't overhear.

"One of these days woman," Theon lets her go shaking his head.

"In your dreams," Nya smirks.

There are six wolf pups as Nya turns her attention back to the dead corpse and they all seem to be trying to suckle from the dead direwolf. Gross. Nya thinks again. "Kill them," Nya hears Lord Eddard Stark say, "it's only good for them. They'll die anyway."

"NO!" Bran screams.

"Put your sword away," Robb orders Theon who, Nya notes, had just taken his sword out.

"I don't take orders from you," Theon says.

"Father please," Bran begs.

"My lord there are five pups," Jon says suddenly.

No there are six.

"One for each of the Stark children. It is the sigil of your house," Jon continues, "They were meant to have them."

Lord Eddard weighs that information and then consents, telling them that they'll raise them and if they die they'll bury them.

Nya gets back on Storm with a little help from Jon. He frowns and cocks his head to the side then goes back to the corpse of the direwolf and picks up the albino with red eyes. That is the sixth one, the one for Jon. Nya watches him silently.

"That one is yours Snow," Theon states.