Twin to Robb, Cirilla Stark try's to navigate through the game of thrones. Finding love, friendship and death along the way.
Starting in season 1-season 8
This is my first story ever. Go easy on me! Also i changed the name from Winter's flower beca...
The month went by in a flash. Everyone is running around doing finishing touches. Tension is at an all time high.
The night before the King and his party arrive i found myself in Theon's room again. Kissing him harder than i usually do, but my body is wound so tight i cant bring myself to soften my touches.
"Not that i dont mind, but are you okay? You seem a little tense." Theon asks me, stopping my wondering hands in his freshly cut hair. Him, Robb and Jon all got their face shaved and hair cut before the big day tomorrow.
"Im fine, when have you ever complained about me taking charge?" I drop my hands to my side and he keep his on my waste.
"I usually don't, but your mind is somewhere else tonight...if you want to just talk-" I gave him a look of disbelief.
"Really? You? Talk? I didn't think you knew how to talk to a girl when she's in your arms." He rolls his eyes at me, drops his hands from my waste and steps back.
"Maybe you should go to bed, you're no fun when you're stressed."
"Fine, i've got better things to do anyway." I start to walk away, embarrassed that even Theon Greyjoy would turn me away.
He stops me by grabbing my arm lightly, "You know what i mean Ciri. Id rather have your head all here when we're together." There it is, the caring side to the Kraken that rarely comes out unless we're alone.
I rub my hand over my face, "no, you're right. Things are just hard right now. With keeping an eye on Arya and Rickon, helping in the kitchen, along with dealing with a stressed Catelyn Stark. I'm just tired and can't wait for the King to leave. And he's not even here yet."
"I know. Hopefully they'll leave within a week. Then things can go back to normal."
"I dont think Winterfell will be normal anymore." I sigh and kiss his cheek before poking my head out the door to see if anyone was there before leaving.
Oops! This image does not follow our content guidelines. To continue publishing, please remove it or upload a different image.
The next morning was chaos. Between getting ready with Sansa and keeping track of Arya, i was ready for a nap before noon.
"You look beautiful Sansa." Only 13 Sansa's beauty is unparralleled in her light blue dress i know she made herself.
"As do you Winter's Flower," she looks at me through her mirror with a teasing smirk on her face.
I roll my eyes. I always hated that nickname.
I was wearing a pale pink dress with white lace that Sansa had made for me. "I wish i looked like you Sansa, with your red hair you look just like mother." Satisfied with my compliments she goes back to playing with her hair.
Looking at the mirror in front of me. My Tully blue eyes scan over my hourglass figure. I wasn't skinny, i was actually quite fit from practicing with my brothers. My hair was braided neatly away from my face thanks to Sansa and her delicate hands.
