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...
At one point of my life i was called the Winter Flower. Because of where i was born and my undeniable beauty. But that was months ago, I've changed. The traitorous people in King's Landing have betrayed the Flower, and made her more bitter and out for blood.
The day Ned Stark died was the day i stopped acting like the happy and carefree girl from Winterfell. All that is left of me is a dark shadow. A She-Wolf of the North. And i plan to show them just how i play this game.
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Over the next couple days it felt like I was floating. No longer attached to my body, like my fathers head to his body. I was angry, but i could not show it outside of mine and Sansa's room. She had been sleeping in my room ever since father was executed. Though i always ended up on the couch, restless and not wanting to wake Sansa from the nightmares that plagued my dreams.
Today Joffrey had requested our presence in the throne room. Both of us silent as we walked, only finding comfort in each others presence.
We stood through other business among the lords of the court before ending the day with a bard singing an awfully offensive song that I'm sure was a hit at the inns, but i knew this would not end well in front of the cruel King Joffrey.
"The boar's great tusks,
they boded ill For good King Robert's health
And the beast was every bit as fat As Robert was himself
But our brave king cried,
"Do your worst! l'll have your ugly head!
You're nowhere near as murd'rous
as the lion in my bed"
King Robert lost his battle and
He failed his final test,
The lion ripped his balls off,
And the boar did all the rest.
It gave me some joy to see Cersei hating the awful song as much as I did.
A moment went by with murmurers of the crowd before Joffrey started clapping, which made the rest of the people to follow his lead, "Very amusing, isn't it a funny song? Thank you for your rendition. l imagine it was even better received at that tavern." Oh here we go, Joffrey was not at all amused by the song.
Realizing the same thing i did, the bard began to stand up, "l'm so sorry, Your Grace. l'll never sing it again, l swear."
Nonchalantly, "Tell me, which do you favor - your fingers or your tongue?"
Confused by the King's question, "Your Grace? "
Sansa and I looked at each other, knowing this wasn't going to end well. looks at Joffrey.
