The Wolf Rebellion {Game of Thrones} - Season 2 [ON HOLD*]

The Night Lands - Episode 2 - Kienna/Theon

Hello again!

Sorry for keeping you all waiting, but I had a difficult time getting a hold of this episode to make sure I was even remotely following along with the real story. I would hate to stray to far and lose all of you reading. I know that always frustrates me when an author starts to stray super far away from the original story. It's a fanfic, after all!

And did you see the new POV up there. We get to see from Theon's perspective for the first time! Yay! I love involving new characters!

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Kienna

I tossed and turned in my bed. I was too hot under all of the furs, but I was too cold to take them off. The night had been long, and I had gotten barely any sleep and I knew why. I was dreading dawn. Dawn was when I would ride away from the camp...and from Robb. 

Sick of trying to become comfortable again, I jumped out of bed and pulled one of the furs off my bed to wear as a warm cloak. I walked silently over to my tent flap and peeked outside. My tent was positioned so that I could see the sun rise in the east every morning. I squinted in the darkness and was able to pick up a very faint glow appearing behind the mountains. I swallowed hard and stepped away.

It wasn't that I didn't want to return to Winterfell. I was so excited to see Bran and Rickon I was shaking, but something about leaving the camp made me feel uneasy. The thought of leaving Robb's protection made me nervous.

I paced back and forth at the base of my bed. Grey Wind wasn't in my tent anymore. He had snuck out about half-an-hour ago and I figured he was out hunting for himself.

I sat back down on my bed. I just didn't want to say goodbye. I dreaded goodbyes. Too often were they forever, and that thought made me sick. I could still remember saying goodbye to my father, and then watching my once glorious castle burn to the ground...

I was out in the frigid air and walking towards a specific tent before I could realize what was happening. I didn't care if I had to wake him up, I had to see him.

The guards that were usually outside his tent seemed to be making their rounds because I was able to pull away the tent flap without breathing a word to anyone. I slipped inside the warm, large tent.

A fire was burning in the makeshift hearth of the tent. Several candles were lit and scattered on the large desk. Robb sat at the desk, his back to me.

"Robb," I called quietly. He didn't seem to hear, so I called louder. "Robb."

He turned to me then, his blue eyes catching mine.

"Kienna," He breathed and stood from the desk. "How long have you been standing there?"

"Not long," I replied softly. "You can't sleep either?"

"No," Robb answered and ran a hand back through his curls for a moment. "You are leaving this morning."

"I know," I answered. "I assume that's why I can't sleep." Robb nodded and my eyes darted away. I ached to run to him, but resisted my temptations. I was arranged to be married. Breaking that vow would mean consequences, but part of me desired to feel his touch one more time before I left.

"Kienna," Robb's voice called me back. "May I ask you something?"

"Yes."

"Just for tonight, can we forget our responsibilities? Can I enjoy your company without feeling any guilt?"