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Brother

I sat there, next to the stables, looking at the stone Direwolves and the Snow settling on the cobbles. The court yard was empty but you could hear the laughter of people in the hall. I was so angry at Father for never letting me sit with everyone. It hurts to be a bastard, especially the honourable Ned Starks bastard.

I have to live with it though. I was born it and I will always be a bastard. Sometimes I think maybe I should've been born a stable boy.

Catelyn my Fathers wife can't even tolerate looking at me, she begged my Father to take me away from Winterfell, I know she wishes me dead. But I love her and her children, they are my half brothers and sisters. Robb, Bran and Arya see me as their full brother, Rickon doesn't understand what I am to him, he just thinks I'm his full brother. But then there's Sansa, who would never refer to me as her Brother, she is a proper Lady, if she had to talk to someone about me she would say I'm just the half brother, nothing more. I expect nothing more of her, since my Mother was probably just some whore in Westeros. And Sansa is a Lady of Winterfell, she shouldn't even be talking to a whores bastard.

No matter how many people I have around me, I will always feel lonely, and like I'm not wanted. I'm sometimes made to not take part in the sword fighting because apparently I'm better then Robb which embarrasses him.

Suddenly breaking me from my thoughts Robb storms out of the hall and into the courtyard.

I could tell from just his strides and heavy breathing that something was wrong. But to storm out. He must of caused a scene.

"Robb, what are you doing" I asked him whilst clambering to my feet. The snow crunching below my black boots.

"Looking for you Snow" He replied whilst huffing. He looked angry, but not at me.

"Looking for me" I laughed whilst running my hands through my black hair.

"Shouldn't I be able to drink with my own Brother" He pulled me back down to the floor and placed a cup of wine next to me. "Drink Brother" I drank the wine in a quick second. It was normally the only thing to take my mind off things "Mother angers me" he sighed and rubbed his hand along his head. I had a feeling it would be about her. It normally is.

"What has she done now?" I asked whilst pouring myself another wine from the jug he brought with him.

"Not let you drink with me that's for starters"

"What else?" I don't normally ask about her because it just makes me angry that she hates me. I've never done anything wrong to her.

"She wants me to marry, but I refused and now she's not going to stop nagging Father about it" He huffed. Robbs always told me he wants to marry for love, but we all new that it's not going to happen. He's the heir to winterfell.

"Who does she want you to marry?" I was asking so many questions but it was the only way to get him to tell me things. And I could tell from the stench of alcohol lingering off him that he was drunk.

"Some Frey girl or something, but I shall not have it" he laughed. Robb was my best friend and without him I probably would of left Winterfell years ago.

"Robb!" Father shouted as he walked out.

"I'm here" he said and lifted his hand as he stared at the floor. I have to admit, Robb was a tad drunk.

"You can't walk out like that son" Father shouted.

"Am I not to drink with my own Brother?" Father looked at me and smiled, he put his big hands on my curly black hair.

"Course you can drink with your Brother" he laughed. "Now pour me a drink aswell Robb" Robb laughed and passed him the drink. He sat next to me and gulped down the drink. "Women ey" he laughed as he nudged me and Robb. I have to admit, Father was very easy going.