Another queen the king in the north

Chapter six

Alba prepared Kaine for the feast. She was braiding her hair on the sides to the back and somehow tied it up there. Alba herself had her hair half up in a braid while the rest of her dark curls fell down her back. The bastard wore an olive green dress with flowers while the princess had a rose colored one with much lace and a pair of flowers on the fabric. She knew that her brother would be wearing a simple brown leather tunic. He was a bore, always trying so hard to fit in.

The princess was excited to see all the people again and may as well learn something about them.

"Your husband is goddamn fine" Alba said while she still fixed Kaine's hair. The bastard was very talented with her hands unlike the Princess.

"He's not my husband yet. Maybe you'll kill someone tonight and that marriage is never going to happen" Kaine mumbled almost sad. She quite liked Robb. The princess imagined the lord of Winter to be much like his fish eyed company called Theon that Alba had showed her from a window. But he was so different. He was a man who'd die for honor. He would die for Kaine if he had to, or so she fantasised.

"I not gonna kill anyone maybe you should worry about yourself ,you have to control your temper" Alba chuckled.

"Not tonight. I'll just get very, very drunk" Kaine said as she seemed like she was already wasted.

"You're not going to touch alcohol. You could embarrass us" Alba said carefully knowing that Kaine could snap every second at her.

"I hate it when you're right" Kaine sulked as she got up. "Let's go and see who'll die tonight" She clapped her hands.

The white people stepped into the hall making everyone stare at them. People gasped at the two women and the shy boy. Kaine eventually flipped her hair dramatically. The three found their places with different people in interesting conversations. Bran was talking to the prince about seeing and dreams which brought both of them joy. Alba was trapped in a boring talk about dresses with a set of other girls that weren't even high born. Kaine herself sat with Theon and Robb discussing wildly about sword fighting techniques.

"We'll have to fight tomorrow!" Kaine said sipping her wine looking at Theon who was actually a cocky idiot as she had expected.

"I don't fight girls" He said looking at her once again. His gaze was very uncomfortable as it skimmed over her shamelessly.

"Oh because you're terrified of losing and living in the shame that a girl beat you, totally understand that" She mumbled very sternly making Robb choke on his ale very unladylike.

"Actually Kaine's probably right" Robb said as his gaze shifted around the people. He was a little amazed by everyone living their life without any care.

Albas head accidentally dropped onto the table as she was about to fall asleep at the talk about sewing techniques.

"I'll catch some fresh air" She said with a faked smile as she got up rushing through the people just as far as possible away from them. Alba wanted to fuck and not talk about dresses and needles. And if she would've had a needle in that moment she would've stabbed the next person that said velvet. She stepped into the courtyard and breathed. All her build up anger escaped into the chilly night air. A servant looked at her disturbed. "Fuck off I'm the queens bastard" She yelled walking towards the stables. The noise of someone beating something approached her ears. Carefully her small feet found the way to the boy. She admired his black curls that danced wild and free as he kept on practicing. As he took a little break causing Alba to clap her hands making him snap around. He had a beautiful face; heartbreaking. The young man was obviously shocked by her appearance. Alba moved him to give her his swords. He hesitated but gave it to her. The girl moved towards the thing he was just beating and she let out her energy screaming. She beheaded it in the end. Jon watched her in shock as she handed back his sword.

"I'm Alba White. Nice to met you" She smiled holding out her hand to the completely shocked Jon.

"Jon Snow" She said as he carefully shook her hand.

"Oh two bastards, how epic" She laughed as she felt herself getting cold as the heat of the movement that she just did.

"You're a bastard? Sired by the king?" Jon was clearly confused about the pretty girl in the expensive silk dress and her fighting skills. She definitely didn't struggled with the weight of the sword.

"No, the Queen of the Isles" She confessed as leant against the wall looking him up and down.

"Uh that's quite amazing I guess" He said awkward as he started feeling very uncomfortable under Alba's eyes.

"You wanna fuck me Jon Snow?" She said with a straight smile meaning it absolutely serious. Jon just blushed awkwardly.

"No my lady" He said looking to the floor with pink cheeks.

"So you're trying to say I'm ugly?" Alba mumbled sounding flapper gasped. Jon was in danger. He couldn't win against Alba. She knew how to twist words in people's mouths. She acted like an innocent tiny girl when she didn't get what she wanted.

"You're really pretty but I'm a bastard" He admitted hurt in his eyes as he looked up at her realizing that she just came very close to him.

"So am I" She said laying her hands on both sides of his face to stare into his dark eyes with her deep orbs almost like she was trying to hypnotise him.

"If I get you pregnant what will our child be huh?" He said louder than she xpected.

"I can make it a bloody queen. I'm a girl I can do anything" She admitted as she pecked his lips just for a second.

"Not here" He said breaking away stepping back from her still not trying to make her angry. "In the north they'll call you a whore"

"I'm not from the north" She said finally before pushing him towards her own body.