What IF

Chapter 9

The Scrappy Wolf

Rickon sat with the Lannister family as they broke their fast. He sat with Osha who eyed everyone suspiciously, her most scrutinizing glare falling on Cersei. Cersei glared back with a smile seeming rather amused by the wildling girl. It was quite a sight to see Osha being dressed as a formerly as lady. She looked pretty and made Rickon feel funny. Those funny feelings that Rickon hated. He looked towards the Queen, another woman whose beauty made him feel funny.

The Queen Mother sat the opposite of him with her golden hair flashing brightly in her manse. Despite the funny feelings in his trousers, Rickon had mixed feelings about the woman. When he had first arrived she looked at him as if he were nothing more than a dirty dog with rabies that would infect them all but whenever he was in the company of Myrcella she was nice to him. Her passive aggressive nature haggled him to frustration. He swallowed it down though, for Myrcella.

Myrcella was sitting next to her mother and she would throw him one of her occasional smiles. Rickon both loved and hated her smiles. He hated how the smiles affected him, he constantly thought of her smiling at him. Some thoughts were innocent and others were not so innocent. The funny feelings peering their ugly head.

At times he would imagine her smiling at him as they played with Shaggy dog and at times he imagined he was the dog doing the shagging with Myrcella smiling back at him. He immediately expelled the thoughts from his head. He had no idea why he was thinking that way. For almost all his life, he had found the idea of girls to be repugnant but more often than not he would find himself day dreaming about girls. He really despised the funny feelings.

Osha had warned him not to fall for the southerners trap and Rickon had assured her that he wouldn't. But there was a large part of him that tried to compromise with himself that they were already betrothed so in hindsight these thoughts are not as wrong as he is making them, a lie to appease the funny feelings.

When he was done eating Rickon excused himself and left the Queen Mother's chamber. Myrcella eyed him up and down, Rickon flushed much to the Queen Mother's amusement.

When he walked out he came face to face with the King, who was walking with a rather bad limp.

'Your grace' he greeted but Joffery ignored him with a hollow look on his face. "I wonder what crawled up his arse" Rickon thought.

His attention then turned to the woman behind him. Rickon silently seethed as he watched Yara Greyjoy walk up to him with a swagger of ten men. The Greyjoy's are the reason he was chased from his home, they are the reason he had to go beyond the wall and leave his brother Bran there.

'Lord Stark' she greeted him with a cocky smile but Rickon turned away from her. He was about to walk away but he suddenly felt a rough grip grasp his arm and push him to the wall. She held him firmly against the wall and he could feel her breath on him as she panted harshly. There was a disgusting glint in her eyes that hid some terrifying intentions.

'Lord Stark I am your queen, you would take care to greet me and treat me with respect' Yara said in a threatening voice. What Rickon would give to wipe that cocky smile of her face. There was large growl that then appeared in the hallway that made Rickon smile.

Shaggydog made his presence known and viciously growled to the woman holding his companion. Yara immediately let go of his hand watching the pitch black wolf in shock.

Rickon then turned away and walked alongside Shaggydog back to his chambers. He made a mental note to walk with the wolf everywhere

After hours on end, Rickon started reading and studying the many lessons he had missed whilst gallivanting about in the wilderness. Tywin Lannister had demanded that he improve his knowledge, he would be damned if a Lannister princess marry a simpleton.