I wanted to try my hand at GoT Imagines but I didn’t know what the fuck to write, lmao. This is shit, I know, but I’ll do another one later!
Imagine: Being one of the fiercest warriors in the kingdoms and everyone vying to
get your alliance. Rob’s men managed to find you and now you stand in front of
the Young Wolf.
You had no interest in wars. Here,
you stood in front of the King of the North.
The Young Wolf as they call him
also. You do not deny his rugged more Tully than Stark looks. His dark brown
curls fall in his sharp face. His kindly eyes are gleaming at you with a look
that irritates you. It is a look as if he has won the damn war. A war you care
You only came to humor him. You and
your loyal men were making way from the South to the North…to the Wall where
the real war would happen—the only
war you cared about fighting in. You cared not for the petty squabbles over a
damned iron throne.
The Young Wolf looked extremely
pleased to see you. In his Royal tent stood before you other Lords you didn’t
care for and the Young Wolf’s mother—Catelyn Stark was beside her Kingly son
looking as hopeful as the Young wolf. It did bring you pain to know that you
would crush their hopes with your next words. You will not deny that they have
lost a great deal and have been put in a terrible situation but their problems
were shit compared to what would come this winter.
“Well?” Robb persisted getting a bit
annoyed at your prolonged silence.
You stared at this man with
interest, “I care not for your war,” Your words were sharper then any sword in
the tent and colder then any winter that has passed. Immediately there are men
on their feet yelling at you for your disrespect but you fear them not. Robb is
stunned by your words and utterly confused. You
cared not for this war? You cared not for the people of this land?
“I give you my sincere condolences’,
truly, but I am not here to fight your war or anyone’s war. There is a reason
why I have no interest in an alliance with anyone.
Stannis made the mistake of thinking he could force me into one and almost
paid with his life. Renly was smart enough to respect my choice,” You say
indifferently taking note of the hands resting on hilts of swords but you are
not afraid, “There is a war that I will fight in and that is the war of the
dead that comes when the first white winds blow, Young Wolf.”
Catelyn is bristling in anger and she is the one to speak, “How dare you speak such disgraceful words?”
She spits and it is then that you understand why people are fearful of Catelyn
Stark. Her eyes were hard enough to cut through Valyrian Steel.
“Your grace,” You respectfully say
to the grieving widow, “I speak only the truth. While you all fret over a war
that has been repeated before, there is a war that would make this one seem
like child’s play. All your work will be for naught if the white walkers
succeed in coming over that Wall.” You hold any remorse for your words and you
show it well.
“You are not sane!” It is Robb who
speaks angrily as he stands, his men get even more aggressive with their
postures and words, “We fight for our freedom.
We fight to bring home my sisters! We fight to get rid of those damn
Southerners!” He is taller then you expected despite being younger then you and
he is in your face seething in rage.
You remain cool and unaffected,
“Like I previously stated, Young wolf, all this fighting for freedom is for
naught if the white walkers succeed in their advance.” You looked at this young
man clearly, “I am not some sword for hire. My answer is no.”
Robb growls making a movement to
grab you but you remain calmly in your place and say with boredom, “By all
means, make the same damn mistake that Stannis did. I went easy on that bastard
but I won’t be so forgiving on you. Let me remind you that the title I have, I
have earned for a reason. Although,
I’m not sure you have earned your title, Little King.”
The murder on the Young Wolf’s face
is clear. His direwolf—Grey Wind, was it? His wolf is snarling and snapping his
teeth demanding to taste your flesh. The direwolf is no worry to you. As strong
as the creatures were, an easy swipe at his neck and the mutt would bleed out
“It was an honor,” You remark
unaffected by the hostility in the tent, “But I have somewhere else to be. I
give you my best in this war, Little King. If you somehow survive this war, you
might live long enough to see how wrong you were and how right I was and then
you will die from the foolishness this kingdom has made.”
You weren’t eager to travel through
the night but thanks to these fools, you would have to, to make up time lost
from entertaining the Stark army. You mockingly curtsy and leave the tent.
“Leave her!” Robb growls knowing that you alone could take out every Lord in
the tent without breaking a sweat.
You smirk as you walk outside in the
fading sunlight. Your men lazily lounging about looking bored out of their
minds. They immediately stand once they see you. The horses were at the edge of
this camp. “Y/N?” Your best friend and right hand man asks with a knowing
You waste no time, “We have much
land to cover and little time, let us make haste.” Your men follow your lead
but the call of your name stops you.
It was the Young Wolf.
You turn to gaze at him curiously,
“What is it you want, Little King?”
He looks visibly upset, “Have you no
care for the family we have lost?”
Your answer is immediate, “Of course
I do, Little King. I am not heartless woman. I have tasted loss—in fact I have
no family but the men at my side. I have lost my entire family and I have been
raped by many men but I am here fighting in a war that does matter. You are not
the only man to have lost something due to another. Revenge will come to those
who have wronged you but this war was never the answer.” You say with a quiet
darkness that has Robb Stark looking at you in a new light.
“The White Walkers have been gone
for thousands of years.” He states flatly.
“Aye, plenty of time to re-populate
and plan out an invasion, don’t you think?” You countered before turning your
back and resuming your true journey.
“I’ll tell your bastard brother you said hello.” You add over your shoulder
with a snicker.
“All we need is for the Lannisters
to capture us.” Snickered one of your men.
“Please, don’t jinx it.” You sigh.
You had your full on Kings.
Let him grow taller, she asked the gods. Let him know sixteen, and twenty, and fifty. Let him grow as tall as his father, and hold his own sons in arms. Please, please, please. As she watched him, this tall young man with the new beard and the direwolf prowling at his heels, all she could see was the babe they had laid at her breast at Riverrun, so long ago.
The gods of Winterfell kept a different sort of wood. It was a dark, primal place, three acres of old forest untouched for ten thousand years as the gloomy castle rose around it. It smelled of moist earth and decay. No redwoods grew here. This was a wood of stubborn sentinel trees armored in grey-green needles, of mighty oaks, of ironwoods as old as the realm itself. Here thick black trunks crowded close together while twisted branches wove a dense canopy overhead and misshappen roots wrestled beneath the soil. This was a place of deep silence and brooding shadows, and the gods who lived here had no names.
It hurts so much, she thought. Our children, Ned, all our sweet babes. Rickon, Bran, Arya, Sansa, Robb… Robb… please, Ned, please, make it stop, make it stop hurting… The white tears and the red ones ran together until her face was torn and tattered, the face that Ned had loved. Catelyn Stark raised her hands and watched the blood run down her long fingers, over her wrists, beneath the sleeves of her gown. Slow red worms crawled along her arms and under her clothes. It tickles. That made her laugh until she screamed. “Mad,” someone said, “she’s lost her wits,” and someone else said, “Make an end,” and a hand grabbed her scalp just as she’d done with Jinglebell, and she thought, No, don’t, don’t cut my hair, Ned loves my hair. Then the steel was at her throat, and its bite was red and cold.
day 7: one relationship → catelyn and her children
“My lord husband is dead, as is my father. Two of my sons have been murdered, my daughter has been given to a faithless dwarf to bear his vile children, my other daughter is vanished and likely dead, and my last son and my only brother are both angry with me. What could possibly be amiss?