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The Dornish Bird - Chapter 6

Hey, guys! How have you been?

I’m soooo excited about this update, really. This is my favorite chapter so far, I had so much fun writing it for you guys. It is a happy chapter too, I hope you like it. We have some jealous boys in here...

Oh yeah, it’s time to say goodbye to our dear Lady Catelyn. I really love her character (and actress, she’s amazing), and our reader will miss her a lot. We have to say goodbye to Robb and Theon too, by the way. I’m the only one with teary eyes? Today’s song is nostalgic enough to get you in the vibe, I like it so much with Robb’s picture, It kinda matches the mood too. Here you go!

Word count: 2.507

(Y/n) watched as the people prepared for the royal’s departure. Everyone was busy with something, no one minded the silent girl sitting on a fence with her owl resting by her side. She let the bird out of his cage to hunt his last meal before their travel, but he did not seem to be hungry. In fact, the bird didn’t move away from her at all. Even with their little time together, the animal seemed to enjoy her company. She could see why Lady Catelyn gave him to her. That owl was a faithful companion, and the Gods knew she would need it.

"Are you looking forward to staying inside a carriage for a whole month, Orie?" The girl mumbled.

She named the owl over her favorite constellation, Orion’s Belt. However, Orion did not answer his owner's question. She sighed.

"I thought so." She said. "I wish I could fly like you, at least I would be free for a short time."

She wanted to pet the bird, but Orion wasn't very fond of touches. She tried to rub his head once, and the bird pecked her finger. (Y/n) kept her distance since then.

"I guess it could be worse, at least we don't have to walk all the way to King's Landing." The girl sighed.

The lack of response from her bird made her smile a little. She could get used to talking to herself like that. Orion could hear her, but he would never be able to say anything in return. He would be like a flying journal.

"Do all the madwomen talk to birds or it's just you?"

She trembled slightly with that sudden deep voice. Grinning at her reaction, Robb Stark made his way in her direction. Once he was close enough to smell the sweet scent of her hair, the Young Wolf felt his belly twisting. Since he found out that (Y/n) was his bride, he couldn't stop thinking about her.

Orion opened his wings, annoyed by the male's presence. With a loud peep, the bird flew away. (Y/n) sighed, watching her not-so-faithful companion abandoning her so easily. She learned that Orion didn't like too many companies too.

"You scared my owl." She said.

Rob laughed. She smiled a little.

"I'm deeply sorry, my lady." He said sarcastically.

There was something in the way he spoke that made (Y/n)'s heart beat faster. She blushed discretely and swallowed her embarrassment. Chuckling, the girl got up from her improvised seat and approached the man slowly.

"Does my Lord need me for something?" She asked.

Robb smirked at her sarcasm. That's why he liked (Y/n) so much. No other girl in Winterfell dared to sass the eldest Stark child. She was sincere, he prized it about her.

"I do, actually." He said. "Care to walk with me?"

The girl bowed.

"And who am I to refuse my lord's company?" She said.

Robb laughed at her words. With shiny eyes and a large smile on his lips, he offered his arm. (Y/n) smiled, linking her arm to his.

The pair started their walk with calm steps. (Y/n) looked around slightly. Her presence was suddenly noticed by the people around them. They stared at her as she walked with Robb, her arm in his. She put her left hand in his elbow, biting her lower lip softly.

"I'll never get used to all this attention." She said.

Robb's smirk grew wider.

"They will look even more when you come back." He said. "They are contemplating their future Lady, doesn't it remind you of the day you arrived? You used to look at us like this too."

The girl blushed furiously at his statement.

"I wasn't like them." She muttered.

Robb laughed again, she pouted.

"Yes, you were." He said. "You still are. I see the way you look at my mother like she is a goddess."

"Oh, how I would love to hit you right now, my dear Lord."

Robb laughed wholeheartedly. She laughed with him this time, sighing quietly.

It felt good to be with him. She liked his company, and most importantly, she liked him. The girl was worried at the begging of their courtship since she never saw Robb as a potential husband. She acknowledged his handsomeness a long time ago, of course. Every single girl in Winterfell had their eyes on Ned's oldest boy, but (Y/n) got used to seeing him only as a friend. She suppressed any attraction she could ever feel for him, even when Theon said that Robb would "fuck" her if he had the chance. But she knew that he would never look at her with other eyes.

At least, that was what she thought.

Robb took her to the Godswood. He knew she loved that place, and he liked it himself too. They would have privacy there, and she would get the chance to say goodbye to her favorite place. That simple display of concern would make her happy, he thought. And he was right.

(Y/n) flashed a large smile once they arrived at her usual spot. Her bright grin illuminated the whole forest, making Robb's heart skip a beat. 'Gods, she is gorgeous.' He thought. In moments like those, he could only think about how lucky he was to have her as his bride.

"I love coming here." She said, her voice sweet as honey. "I'll miss this place so much, I wish I could take the lake to King's Landing, but I don't think it will fit in my luggage."

"I bet it would if you just got rid of all your books." Robb teased.

She glared at him, the man smirked at her grim expression.

"I'd rather get rid of you, dear fiancé." She said. “Even my oldest book has a better smell.”

Robb's shocked face made her laugh with all her might. He snorted, letting go of her arm. Once she was free, (Y/n) ran.

"Oh, you little..." He said.

She laughed freely as her legs worked to distance herself from him. Suddenly feeling like a beast, Robb's body responded automatically to her defiance. He chased after her as a wolf hunted its prey. His mind was filled with pure challenge and wanting. His hands craved for her skin. His mouth yearned for her taste. For the first time in his life, Robb felt like a true wolf.

And he wanted to devour her in every way possible.

Since his feelings were so intense and strong, her sprint didn't take long. The hunt ended as soon as it began. Robb captured the fair maiden in his awaiting hands and trapped her between a large tree and his own body. (Y/n)'s smile faded as her face grew warm, her cheeks went red as a beet. Her breath was taken away by Robb's sudden proximity, and her heart pounded like a drum in her chest.

"Why did you run away from me?" Robb asked hoarsely.

(Y/n) gulped hard, feeling her legs tremble. She felt desired under Robb’s gaze, his eyes burned her face with pure lust.

"I knew you'd catch me."

As soon as those words left her mouth, Robb's breath got stuck in his throat. His mind went black, his whole body blazed with a burning desire. He wanted her.

And he wanted her now.

Without a second thought, Robb lowered his head and touched her mouth with his yearning lips in a passionate kiss.

Their first, but not their last.

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The young couple paced in jumpy steps, grinning knowingly at each other. (Y/n) was still trying to fix her dress, but it was impossible to conceal the tear Robb left in the fabric. He smirked at her, making her blush.

"Oh, stop grinning like an idiot." She hissed at him, even though she was smiling too.

His smile only got bigger.

"You have to admit we had a lot of fun behind that tree." He said.

The girl blushed but ended up laughing at his statement. Yes, they had their fun among the sacred trees.

"The Gods will punish you for this, you dirty man." She said.

Robb rolled his eyes.

"We made love, what kind of God would punish us for this? I bet The Mother is pleased by our act of passion."

(Y/n) could almost see the face Lady Catelyn would make if she could listen to her son's words. Smirking, the girl blinked innocently to Robb.

"Would she? What about your mother? She would like it too?" She said.

(Y/n) laughed hard of Robb's startled face. It took a few seconds to Robb to realize she was teasing him. When he did though, he attacked the girl with tickles. (Y/n) squealed happily as his hands assaulted her soft waist, turning her dress into a wrinkled mess once again.

"Let go of me!" She yelled in a high pitched voice.

"Never. You're the one who deserves to be punished." He answered.

She kicked and screamed, but Robb only released her from his tickle therapy when he felt like it. The girl panted heavily, with little tears of joy on the corners of her eyes. She stared at his bright blue eyes and sighed. How could a girl like her get so lucky? She just had her first time with a wonderful person, and it was the best thing she ever did. That handsome man was hers.

And she was his.

"Fucking finally!"

Robb was about to kiss (Y/n)'s reddish lips when they heard Theon's voice.

Annoyed, the Greyjoy approached the happy couple with a deep frown on his face.

"Where have you been? Everyone has been looking for you." He said.

(Y/n) glared at him with a discreet pout on her lips. Robb could see her uneasiness. She was enjoying their moment too much to allow an interruption. Even Theon could tell she would murder him if she had the chance.

Chuckling lightly, The Young Wolf enlaced his right arm around her waist and pulled her to him. Her body fitted in his almost perfectly, making (Y/n) whine softly. She smiled and bit her lower lip. Her body already craved for his over and over again. She wanted to spend the rest of her day with Robb, in a quiet place where no one could hear their moans.

"What is it, Theon?" Robb said.

(Y/n) placed her hand on his chest while he talked. She sighed in approval when her fingers found the spot right upon his heart. She could feel it pulsing against her palm, almost if she was holding it. Robb grinned, his hand made its way towards (Y/n)'s fingers. He held her hand in place, and she knew he was enjoying her touch. She sighed again. 'Oh Theon, leave us alone', she thought. Robb was thinking the same thing.

Theon stared at the pair. They were glowing, any person in that household could see that. Robb's hair was messier than normal, and (Y/n)'s dress was visibly ruined. As Theon studied the girl's face, his eyes grew wider in realization.

"You fucked!" He said.

(Y/n) jumped slightly with his sudden cry. Robb frowned, looking away from his bride to face his friend. He could tell that the Greyjoy was disgusted by the tone of his voice, but what Theon's face showed took the Stark boy by surprise.

He looked angry for some mysterious reason.

"What on earth are you saying?" Robb said. "Apologise to (Y/n)."

He wasn't denying it.

"You couldn't wait any longer, could you?" Theon said. This time, his words were directed to the girl in front of him. "You were eager to spread your legs to a wealthy man like a whore, weren't you? Was it good, Robb? Is her cunt tight enough for your liking?"

Without thinking, (Y/n) let go of Robb's embrace. Acting on impulse, the girl slapped Theon across his face. Disbelief painted the boy's face. He touched his cheek, feeling a painful sensation spreading like wildfire on his face.

"How dare you?!"

"How dare you!" Robb shouted.

The Young wolf shielded (Y/n) with his body as he moved towards Theon. He never felt so angry in his entire life, his mind almost failed to assimilate all that happened in the past seconds. As (Y/n) tried to conceal herself behind him, Robb glared at Theon with piercing eyes.

"How dare you speak to my bride like that?" He spoke angrily.

Before Theon could even think about what to answer, a new person stepped into their argument. Fuming, the Lady Stark herself separated the two enraged boys with her slender arms. At that moment, (Y/n) noticed something she should have detected earlier:

They were not alone.

And everyone in the scene was watching their fight like hawks.

"What is the meaning of this, Robb?" His mother asked, dead serious.

But her son couldn't answer. He absolutely couldn't reveal the truth behind that short-lived conflict between his most trusted friend and his future wife. If Catelyn found out about their dirty ploy in the sacred woods, she would murder both of the lovebirds and them feed the dogs with Theon's dead body. Besides that, if the people around them heard the truth, rumors would be spread and (Y/n) dishonored, and would not be worthy of the role of the next Lady of Winterfell.

And Robb wouldn't risk it.

The young man breathed deeply to keep his head in place. He looked Theon in the eye as his lips muttered a questionable explanation.

"It's nothing, mother." He said. "We will solve this later, don't worry about it."

Catelyn was far too clever to notice the lie behind Robb's words but decided to let the boys handle it as they pleased. In the meanwhile, she needed to scold her protegé for acting so unladylike in front of other people. If (Y/n) wasn't aware of her new position, then Catelyn would discipline her.

Taking that cue, the Lady grabbed the girl by the arm quietly enough to look gentle, but her hold was strong upon (Y/n)'s skin. The girl gasped, surprised by her Lady's actions. Fierce as ever, the woman gazed into her girl's eyes startlingly.

"Come with me." She said, running shivers down (Y/n)'s spine.

The girl gulped hard but found herself in no place to deny. With a last warning look directed to the two boys, Catelyn pulled the dornish girl towards the Stark home. Watching the two women distancing themselves from them, Theon and Robb faced each other again. Sparks flew from their intense gaze as both boys tensed their bodies.

They knew that their friendship would never be the same after that fight considering that Robb found out Theon's feelings in the worst way possible.

His best friend desired his bride.

And The Young Wolf did not like it one bit.

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The Dornish Bird - Chapter 5

Hello, dear readers! I’m finally back with this update, I’m sorry a took so long.

As I said in our last update, the story is getting darker with each passing chapter. As you already know, lady reader is going to King’s Landing, and we all know how angsty the journey will be, especially for the Stark girls. That being said, this will be the last part of the “calm before storm” mood we’ve been seeing so far. Prepare yourselves to say goodbye to the Stark Household for a loooong time.

So, you guys shared your thoughts and I made my decision: The Smut is coming! I’ll let my imagination go wild (in a good way, of course) very soon, so you’ll have a taste of our reader’s intimate life. I hope you guys enjoy it as much as I do, hahaha!

Today’s song is chill, but the lyrics are deep. Here you go!

Word count: 2.105

After her last dinner with the Stark family, (Y/n) felt numb.

She was happy to be with them, to dine with her friends and Lords one last time before her whole life changed for good. That last feast was a parting gift from her Lady, a token to be cherished in darker times. It was a memory (Y/n) would hold close from her heart and treasure for the rest of her life. She was thankful.

And yet, her heart yearned for one last thing before her departure.

She needed to see Jon.

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Her knuckles hit the wooden door three times. It was their signal. Every time the girl had a problem, she would knock on Jon’s door in the middle of the night. That way, no one would see them together, and rumors would not be falsely spread around the Stark’s home. (Y/n) needed her friend, not a dirty gossip to worry about.

However, it took longer to that friend to open the door for her this time. She cursed lightly, looking around nervously. She could not be caught at Jon’s chambers at night, now more than ever.

When the lad finally opened his door, (Y/n) rushed inside and closed the door behind her. Jon was quite used to that behavior after two years of friendship, but her actions bothered him this time. His head was pounding like a heart, and all he wanted was to lay down on his bed and sleep for a hundred years.

"I need to talk to you." The girl said. "It could not wait until tomorrow, I would perish if I had to wait that long."

Jon remained silent, watching the girl move around his chambers like she owned the place. (Y/n) took off her hood and sit on Jon's bed, breathing deeply to calm herself down. She looked about to explode, the boy knew that side of her too well. 'If I just listen, perhaps she'll be out soon.' He thought.

"I will go to King's Landing to be Sansa's handmaiden." She said. "When I come back... I think I'll marry your brother."

Jon nodded. He had heard the news from Theon earlier. Apparently, the Greyjoy wasn't too pleased with (Y/n)'s new status. Jon took the news like a punch in his guts.

"It's such a great honor, my father wouldn't believe it." The girl spoke again. "My mother always told me I would meet a good man, fall in love and live with him in a small cabin somewhere around Westeros. I never dreamed of becoming a lady. I admired House Stark for so long, and now I'm Robb's bride."

She took a deep breath and bit her lower lip. Her sigh was glued on the ground, but her mind was far away. Many thoughts crossed her mind, bringing old and new fears to the light as she wondered. Her delicate hand pressed her chest gently. Her teeth sank deep in her soft lip.

"It's such an honor." She mumbled. "Such an honor, and yet..."

She sighed, closing her eyes.

"I don't know if I can do it, Jon."

The lad's heart trembled. He stared at (Y/n)'s figure, carefully studying her form. Her shoulders were tense. She breathed slowly, moving her chest slightly. Her legs were shaking discreetly, but Jon could see it's movements. Her (E/c) eyes were shut tightly, and she was subtly retracting her form like a scared dog.

She was terrified.

"I should not be such a baby." She mumbled. "I should not hide like a coward, or complain like a spoiled brat. I'm so fortunate to be allowed to walk among these noble people, to sit at their table and speak to them as I was equally noble. The Gods blessed me with the biggest honor I could ever win. I shouldn't be scared."

She gulped hard.

"But I know I'm not worthy." (Y/n) spoke softly. "I can not do this, I should not do this."

Jon's heart ached with her words.

(Y/n) was the most fabulous girl in Winterfell in his eyes. He could not think of a single flaw in her. From her appearance to her character, she was extraordinary. Now his core ached with her hard words about herself. If he could just reveal what he truly felt about her... Everything would be different.

But, inside his weary heart, he knew it was impossible.

He could not love (Y/n).

She would never be his.

The young man sighed heavily. He closed his eyes for a second, thinking about his future. He did not tell her about his decision to go to The Wall. It would be easier to keep that from her and go without saying goodbye. She would return to Winterfell to marry Robb at some point, but Jon would not be there. They would never see each other again. She would be furious and hurt, but there would be nothing she could do. Her husband would be another man. It would be a sharp cut, but her heart would heal on Robb's hold.

But Jon couldn't do it. He couldn't reap her out of his heart like that. He needed to see her reaction. He needed to know what she felt about him. It wouldn't change anything, but it would make him feel slightly better.

"I need to tell you something." He muttered.

His voice sounded harsh, but (Y/n) heard his words. Immediately, she dried her eyes before any tear could fall, and smiled warmly to her friend.

"So you're finally going to tell me what's happening?" She asked.

Even with her playful speech, Jon could tell she was distressed. Hurting her as the last thing he wanted, but he was out of choice. Ending their relationship now would be easier.

"I'm going to The Wall with uncle Benjen." He stated. "I'll join the Night’s Watch."

The air left (Y/n)'s lungs.

She gasped, shocked. Her (E/c) eyes looked at Jon's face, searching for his brown ones. He avoided her gaze and turned around to face the wall.

"What?" She whined. "You can't be serious, this is madness, Jon! Why would you leave your family?"

He gulped hard but didn't turn around. He knew it would be impossible to hide his true feeling from her if he looked into her eyes.

"I know it." He said. "It was my decision."

Now staring at his back, (Y/n) felt her shock turning into rage. Jon could not do this, he could not abandon his siblings and his father simply as that. She knew he had always thought about visiting The Wall with Bran in the future, but it should be just a distant dream. Now Bran's life was at risk, and Jon wanted to leave him? That wasn't like him.

"Why?" She asked. "When did you made that decision?"

Jon sensed her body getting closer to him. He took a step forward to get away from her because he could not let her see his sad face, but (Y/n) took it as an act of refusal. In her troubled mind, Jon wanted to stay away from her.

"Jon, listen to me." She tried. "This isn't like you at all! Why are you avoiding me? Why are you leaving your home? Is this what you want? To never come back?"

"Don't do that." He mumbled.

Jon stepped away from her again, going to the other side of the room this time. He inhaled deeply, biting his lower lip for a second. What could he say to make her leave? He could not see suffer because of him any longer. The sooner he left, the better. She would be free from him.

"I know what it will cost me. I know exactly what I'll have to do." He said. "This was never my home, (Y/n). I don't belong here. They are not my family, they are my lords and ladies. And soon you'll be my lady too. You know I cannot stay here. The Wall is where I should be."

He sighed, shutting his eyes.

"I cannot be any woman's husband or any child's father." He said. "It is for the best, at least my life won't be a nuisance anymore. I can be useful to the Watch, but I have no meaning here."

His words crushed the girl's heart.

"This is not true, Jon! Are you saying this because of Lady Catelyn?" She mumbled. "Of course you have meaning, you're not a nuisance. How can you say these things about yourself? By The Seven, you're so important. Lady Catelyn may not like you, but your siblings do. And your father too!"

She stood up to go in his direction. Jon could hear her muffled footsteps but did nothing to avoid her approaching. He knew she was a stubborn girl. If she wanted to reach him, he was not capable of escaping her advances.

"I love my Lady with all my heart, but she is wrong about you. She has always been." Her voice reached him before her touch. She put her palm on his back in a light caress. Jon's body shivered with the contact. He could almost feel her hand's warmth through his clothes. He was familiar with the touch of her skin, but he never would be prepared to be touched by her.

"You're loved here, Jon. More than you can see." She muttered to him.

Jon's heart was beating so hard that the boy was sure (Y/n) was able to hear it. His eyes burned with tears he couldn't release. The only thing he wanted was to turn around and take that wonderful girl in his arms and never let her go. He wanted to take her face in his hands, look deep into her eyes and profess all the words he knew he should never dare to say. He could burn in hell for this, but he would never regret it.

But it would ruin (Y/n)'s life forever. He didn't deserve her.

"I really want to go, (Y/n)." He mumbled hoarsely. "Don't make it sound like a bad thing. It is what I wish, please respect my decision as I respect yours."

(Y/n) was broken by his words. She wasn't angry anymore. At that moment, all she could feel was her heart shattering inside her chest. The girl breathed deeply, feeling her eyes ache. Burning tears wet her cheeks as she silently absorbed her best friend's last words. Even with his insistence, she would never be able to understand. She knew the truth.

They would never see each other again.

Gulping hard, the girl stepped back. With the distance regained, Jon could breathe again. He could feel her gaze upon his back, burning through his flesh and bones to reach his very soul.

"I guess this is a farewell then." She said.

Jon wanted to answer, but words got lost in their way. Seeing his silence as a reply, (Y/n) nodded to herself before turning around an heading to the exit. Each movement of her body hurt like a stab in her chest, but she did not stop until her hand grabbed the door handle.

She hesitated, though. His last phrase spun in her mind, digging their way inside her brain. His wrong assumptions disturbed her more than his decision. If he believed she had anything to do with her Lady's command, he certainly didn't know her very well.

"I did not choose this." She said, her voice cold as ice. "I wish you good fortune on your future, Snow. I hope you find a real family there."

She opened the door and left. Hearing her moving away, Jon felt her last words falling upon shoulders. He let himself cry as his body collapsed in the cold ground. He could not feel his knees hurt. Nothing could possibly injure more than his heart.

(Y/n) was right as always. It hadn't been her choice or his. They could not choose their own destiny. Both of them would have to live over someone else's decision. He would be an invisible man, just another bastard supplying the Watch. And she would marry a man she didn't love, birt his children and live far from her homeland for the rest of her life. She was right, they would never meet again. In a couple of months, the Dornish girl would be only a distant memory. The future Jon wanted to build with her would be nothing more than a dream.

An unreachable fantasy.

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