I havent been this proud of my own art for a very long time, I’ve been meaning to improve my art style again and change it, tho I didnt know how until now, and I’m definitely keeping this one up <3! (edit: I liked it more without the bg!)
“Do you like games, little man? Let’s play a game. Run to your brother. The sooner you make it to him, the sooner you get to see him. That’s it! That’s the game. Easy. Ready? Go. No, you have to run, remember? Those are the rules.“
You stumbled after Ramsay, Rickon’s hand clutched in your as
best you could with the tight ropes in the way. When Ramsay jumped down from
the horse your heart began to pound. The Stark’s had always been kind to you,
Lady Sansa’s most beloved handmaiden and Arya’s loyal friend, Jon’s betrothed.
You knew that if you could you would risk your life and have
Rickon live, the only kindness you could show the Stark house in the position
you found yourself in. The twang of a blade being drawn had you flinching and
when you glanced at Rickon you found him bracing himself for the worst.
“It will be alright Little Wolf.” You tried to comfort him
but you both knew your words were untrue, there was nothing alright with being at
You both jumped when Rickon’s restraints were cut and Ramsay
pulled him away from you, it was then you let yourself look across the field and
your heart sputtered, Jon was within you sights.
It took everything in you to keep your feet still, after
fighting so long to get free of everyone who would do you harm it seemed ridiculous
to be so close and yet so far to everything that mattered to you.
The trees around you seemed to rise into the sky and vanish.
A soft voice calling your name lured you forwards and you hurried towards it.
For a moment, you though you should stop, you were wondering through the woods,
bare foot, and in your night clothes which would have had your mother furious.
But you were a Stark, curiosity was in your nature, the
people calling to you might well need your help and you couldn’t ignore then
just because you weren’t dressed to receive guests. The path you were following
didn’t seem to end and the voice was growing softer with each cry.