Noah [Game of Thrones] ✓

Icy Thorns

The Dornish dagger in Noah's hand meets the blades of Tormund. More and more men and women had come together to witness the Winterrose fight for the first time. The ones who had before were dead after all.
Sansa and Jon too had been drawn out by the ruckus only to see the woman they considered their family spar with the redhaired man. She had taken off her coat and was left only in a pair of trousers and a blouse. Something that would kill anyone but her up in the cold north.
Sparks fly as she skillfully avoids the blades of the wildling, jumping over them or sliding underneath them, all while handing out blows of her own. The dagger had heated up but she'd rather burn her whole hand than ever let it go. It was Oberyns present. She would hold onto it until she'd die. With a warcry and provoked by him pushing her back with his attacks she fights her way forward, dealing out more and more quick and potentially lethal blows, pushing Tormund back on his side. There was not a single person still speaking as they all watched in awe. The woman grunts as Tormund manages to trip her, yet simply uses it to flip backward, landing safely and elegantly on all fours, a glare on her face. Again they are face to face as both of them want to win. Suddenly with a swift movement Noah grabs Tormund by his clothes, twists around and with a scream throws him over her shoulder onto the ground where he lands on his back with her blade at his throat. Both are out of breath and for a moment longer it is deadly silent until they start laughing loudly. Noah sheets the dagger, then offers him her hand, pulling him onto his feet. Roughly patting each others backs in a friendly embrace their booming laughter confuses and amuses those watching at the same time. "You've won this time. The next round I'll win.", the wildling exclaims and Noah nods. "I won by taking you by surprise. Won't work again I believe.." she catches the glance of her curious pair of protégées and makes her way towards them. "When did you learn to fight like that?" "I had dancing lessons when I was younger that were about dances very much dependent on the flexibility of the body and the control over it. And I had fighting lessons. Multiple.", Noah shrugs. "What type of dancing is it called?" "Ballet. I hated every second of it. I hate dancing in general. But I was good at it."

"We want to take back Winterfell."
"Good. We will be going to ask for alliances with the other houses. Three northern houses have sworn loyalty to the Bolton's. The others together do not have a large enough army. But I think I'll ask a friend of mine for help. No matter what.. that little shit is going to pay. I promise you that.", Noah says. A scowl on her lips. "I'll send a Raven." "Who is it? Your friend?" Noah takes a deep breath. Every eye is set on her. "Someone who's throat I should have cut the second I first saw him. He is the one who betrayed your father. Your mother and brother. You. But for now he is useful. You know of whom I speak." Sansa looks at Noah confused. "Petyr Baelish. Lord of the Vale. Attempting to break you like he did with your aunt and mother so that you will finally be the pretty little lady at his side as he fantasizes about sitting on the iron throne. What does Baelish want, Sansa? What would he do for it?" "Everything.", Sansa breathes and Noah nods. "That dagger. The dagger that started the conflict between house Stark and Lannister.. Tyrion Lannister ist too smart to hand his own weapon to a cutthroat, don't you think?" Sansa and Jon move towards her. This was a part neither of them before had any exclusive backstory to. "What do you mean to say?" "The dagger is that of Petyr Baelish himself. It was a gift to him by the Lannisters and Robert Baratheon for good service. It never left his possession. He wanted your father dead so he could have your mother. And when she didn't want him he betrayed her to her death.
Now here you are. Why did he hand you to the Bolton's? Everyone knows of the cruel nature of that family? He gave you to them because he needed you to be broken and asking, no, begging for his help. He would swoop in like the knight in shining armour he was always too weak to be. That is his plan. For you to trust only him. I wouldn't blame you if you did. But I do warn you about it. Baelish hates Starks since Brandon Stark slit him right open like a a hunter does with a deer when he wanted to duel him for your mother's hand. I would bet money on it that it takes him little to no time to try and turn you against your family." Sansa takes Noah's hands. "How do you know of this? All of this." One could hear a needle fall at that point. "It has benefits to befriend a spider.", Noah smiles softly. "Who?" "Lord Varys. Lord of whispers. The eunuch. The one who keeps the man that made him infertile in a box to shit in. The man who smuggled Tyrion Lannister out of Kings Landing for him to join the Targaryen Queen in Essos. And the man who united forces with me because he knows I do not give a shit about the Lannisters.", Noah explains and Sansa understands. "And he is sure of it?" "He doesn't lie to me. He didn't lie about taking Tyrion out of Town either. If there is one person who is so manipulative as him trusting you enough to reveal their plans before they even start them when you are in a far more powerful position you can be sure they are true to their words." It was silent around them. "What will we do?" We'll have things going Baelishs way. For a bit. We'll make him feel safe and secure. Then we'll watch him die like a fish taken out of the water.", Noah says, a grim smile on her lips and Sansa nods. "Good."