wolf boy || robb stark

two.

'STEAL ME AWAY'

Ellie sat in her chambers, reading an old leatherbound book of the history of the seven kingdoms as her handmaiden, Pantara brushed her hair into a loose braid on her left side. She looked up as the chamber door opened and her eyes adverted to the tall man approaching. She glanced down at the sword on his side and he looked to Pantara, indicating her leave. Pantara bowed slightly and left. "Father." Ellie simply awknoledged his presence. He stepped closer to her as she stood to her feet.

"How are you feeling?" He asked of her. She shrugged slightly but then realized she hadn't wanted to answer any unnecessary questions.

"Fine." She smiled a fake smiled and followed him out of the room and into the hall. "May I ask what your request is?" She continued.

"The Starks of Winterfell are here. I suppose King Robert wants to replace our Hand Arryn with Eddard Stark." He sounded dissapointed and this caused a face of confusion to cross over her, even though she suspected his sudden death was brought on by her own family. "I suspect interesting things to become of this." He muttered to her and she grew even more confused. She couldn't quite understand why her family held no trust for anyone. She knew of King Roberts romance with the infamous Lyanna Stark, Eddard's sister, but she couldn't see why her family held so much hatred inside of them. But she was a Lannister. Therefore, their enemies were hers as well. They made their way down the stairwell and to the throne room where Ned and Robert stood deep in conversation. She looked over to the two young girls beside him, Sansa and Arya Stark. Sansa looked thrilled. Ellie knew she must have been delighted to be betrothed to the young Prince Joffrey, her nephew, but really she shouldn't be. Joffrey was a terror, to say the least. But Arya looked smug. Her resemblance to her father was uncanny and you could tell just by looking at her, she did not consider herself a lady, nor want to be.

"Lord Eddard," Ellie's father began and the gentlemen ahead of her turned from their conversation. "I'd like to introduce my youngest daughter, Lady Ellie." Ned looked at the girl. He could tell by the way she held herself, she wasn't your typical Lannister. She smiled to him, as kindly as she could.

"Pleasure to meet you, my lord." She curtseyed, not removing eye contact, as her septa has taught her.

"Pleasure is mine." He bowed slightly and returned the grin. "These are my daughters, Sansa and Arya." He looked to them, indicating for the both of them to bow in return, which Sansa did almost immediately. Arya looked stiff. Ned nudged her a little and she finally obeyed. Ellie didn't take offense to this. She understood what her family was and how they treated people.

"My lady," Sansa now spoke up and smiled once more. Ellie could tell she was trying her hardest to be in the Lannisters good graces. But the poor girl really did not comprehend what she was getting herself into. No one really did when they came to King's Landing. It was a corrupt city ruled by corrupt people which happened to be her own blood. "Thank you and your family for hosting us as a guest." She continued, standing upright. Ellie nodded slightly. Arya stared contently at the girl, wondering why she seemed much more different from her siblings. This took a little edge off of her, but she still was weary.

"Very well, Ellie, you may leave now." Tywin looked over her shoulder, noticing a young man standing with his arm placed on his sword near the arch. Ellie turned, along with the others in the room and took note of who had been waiting on her.

"Yes, father." She nodded, and walked off, with the clanking of her heels following behind her. Once she reached the boy, they turned and walked out.

"So it's true? The Starks are here?" Caspian asked, curiously.

"Seems so." She followed him through the garden. His eyes gazed over to her as she stared ahead at the blooming flowers and he quickly pushed into her, resting her back gently against the fence covered in vines, out of view from the rest of the kingdom. His lips pressed gently against hers as he reached up, placing a delicate flower behind her ear. "Caspian," she began, attempting to halt this, as she worried people would see. "This isn't appropriate." She breathed, still struggling herself to take her lips from his.

"Fuck appropriation, El." He whispered under his breath while pressing harder into her. She smiled slightly but snuck under his left arm and began walking off. "Where you off to?" He shouted after her, trying to keep up. But he knew by the way she upheld herself, that he was permitted to follow.