The Wolf and The Fox (Not continuing)
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𝖂𝖍𝖊𝖗𝖊 𝖙𝖍𝖊 𝖋𝖔𝖝 𝖉𝖆𝖓𝖈𝖊𝖘 𝖎𝖓 𝖙𝖍𝖊 𝖋𝖑𝖆𝖒𝖊𝖘, 𝖙𝖍𝖊 𝖜𝖔𝖑𝖋 𝖜𝖆𝖎𝖙𝖘 𝖎𝖓 𝖙𝖍𝖊 𝖘𝖍𝖆𝖉𝖔𝖜𝖘.
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"Burn with honor"
Elyria never truly understood the words of her house, not even after several lectures from her older brother, or the stories told by Lord Stark during dinners. She could never truly understand how one could see death as honorable. Her grandfather had died in battle on his horse, her brother always explained that to be deplorable.
Even now, after the own death of her brother. Honor was not something she would pair with death.
However after recent events transpiring in Winterfell, Elyria's life spiraled from normal to chaos within days. She watched her dearest friends grow from mere children to adults within the fortnights. Elyria truly learns the meaning of her house words.
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All characters and story lines (besides Elyria's) belong to their rightful owners.
Robb Stark X OC
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She was taught to play the Game of Thrones. Since birth she'd been groomed to take a seat on the Iron Throne. It wasn't until her travels to the North that the craft she studied and perfected suddenly dwelled away from her mind. Cersei Lannister told her when you play the game of thrones you either win or you die. the question is was she willing to lose her legacy and highborn name for the slightest chance of happiness?
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