Conversations I
Ser Lommy Greenhands, the Great Hall of Winterfell
Lommy stood near his mistress with his sister, a fact which made their Lady frown.
“Good Ser, my Lady,” Sansa said with slight disapproval. “I told you both to take the night off.”
“We are comfortable right here my lady,” Agnes said quietly, a green hand resting on one of the Sai she was given by Dame Yira.
“And considering how much drink is being passed around, should things get hairy, sober minds might be a good thing.” Lommy said, a green hand of his own resting on the pommel of his sword.
Sansa made to protest further but her husband quietly shushed her.
“They speak true, my love.” Ser Domeric looked around warily. “They may not bare steel just yet, but you never know. The Greenhands have the right of it.” He gave them both a respectful nod as Lady Sansa huffed.
“Very well, against my better judgment, I will let you guard me for the rest of the night, but when we leave for Roger Hall -”
“We will obey your every word,” Lommy promised with his sister nodding. When they were taken in by Lord Rickard and adopted by Ser Rodrik Cassel, they never would have expected to be raised to titled warriors and sworn protectors of a noble lady. They were grateful to be sure, but they never forgot that they were orphaned children who worked with dies and cloth until and served as spies before all of this.
“Be sure that you do,” Lady Sansa huffed again with a playful smile. “Or I might just find spouses for the both of you, so you could be brought to heel.”
Lommy blinked once, “No one would marry me or my sister, mainly because we come from nothing.”
“And because my brother has the same amount of charisma as a wet bag of sand.” Agnes smiled slightly as Lommy glared at her.
“At least my nose is straight, you bitch.” He muttered under his breath and his sister laughed. True, his sisters face was still swollen from the rumble that happened earlier in the week, her nose would be fine after the Maester fixed it. But that would have to wait until the rest of the swelling went down and her nose would still be swollen as it healed from being reset.
“I could make it match mine if you like?” She offed raising a clenched fist, shaking it playfully as she grinned. Lommy just rolled his eyes and surveyed the area. There were no children now, as they had all been put to bed with guards of their own. Not that there were many children to begin with, only ones that were related to the Starks.
Sure, the lords in attendance brought their heirs and daughters to present themselves to Ser Robb, but there was hardly anyone under the age of fourteen here.
“Sluts, all of them.” Agnes grumbled from his side and he held back a smile.
“Is that jealousy I hear, sister?” He murmured. She used to have a crush on Robb who was having women pounce on him or thrown at him at this very moment. She had claimed that she was over it but he had his doubts.
“Go fuck yourself,” She snapped back and he chuckled a little.
“They are a bit eager, aren't they?” Lady Sansa said in agreement and the two siblings flushed at being heard, Agnes more so than Lommy.
“My lady-”
“No Agnes, you're right, their behavior leaves much to be desired.” Their lady wrinkled her nose. “At least no one has tried that on you or me.” She added to her husband.
No but it hasn't stopped them from staring at you my lady, Lommy thought with a grimace. Many men here stared at Sansa in lust, and while Lommy agreed that she was a beautiful, the stares were fucking annoying. None more so than that of Ser Theon Wendelson, the son and heir of Wendel Manderly and Asha Greyjoy.
His gaze bordered on creepy and when he turned his look Lommy's way, the fucker had the audacity to wink at him mockingly. As if Lommy couldn't do anything about his look, as if he were beneath him. Come this way fucker, and I'll put you beneath the ground, He thought with a small snarl on his face.
“I'd advise you against killing the heir of a noble house,” Ser Domeric called to him with a glare of his own. “Even if he should do us all a favor and look somewhere else.”
“Yes my lord,” Lommy muttered, somewhat petulant but he ignored the squid spawn and looked about the place with his sister as his duty demanded. They were later joined by their lady's cousin, Ser Robin Rivers, who would join them on their journey to Roger Hall.
“Everything alright?” He asked with a slight grin.
“So far so good,” Lommy answered with Agnes grunting in agreement.
“How are your wife and children?” Sansa asked with a smile.
“Sleeping, the children I mean, Turnip might come back out later but I think she will stay with Gage and Lysa.” Ser Robin shrugged his shoulders. “Thank you again for the offer to live with you, Ser Domeric and thank you for the stitching of my sigil, Lady Sansa.” He said patting the red Enfield on blue and white on his shoulder. Lady Sansa had done the same for them by creating an upside green gauntlet on white and bordered by green for them to wear. And they had done so with pride.
“It was no trouble,” Lady Sansa replied with a bight smile with Ser Domeric nodding along.
“We'll find a place for all of you to build keeps or towers to call your own, we just need permission from Lord Eddard and the other lords.” He waved off their protests. “The North is big enough for such a thing and there are many landed knights now, what's a few more?”
They still protested such a thing, even if he refused to listen.
Ser Markus Ryden, Guest Quarters
Markus and Obara stared at Evie without a hint of judgment and scorn.
“You're coming with us,” Obara said firmly and without hesitation. “You and your babe will be safe in the High Castle. You have my word.”
“Thank you,” Evie Snowfall said stoically though she was trying hard to not be emotional.
“Father doesn't know?” Markus asked quietly. It seemed a silly question considering she said that her mother and their siblings did not know about her pregnancy. But he wanted to get all the facts so he had to ask.
“N-No,” Evie chocked out a stray tear falling from her face. “Please don't tell him Marky, I don't think he would react well.”
“Considering he had me, I doubt he would be angry.” Markus offered lightly even as his heart warmed at the old childhood nickname his sister used.
“Yes he would,” Evie said mournfully.
“Eddara-”
“I'm his only daughter, he's always treated me differently,” Evie cut him off with a bitter smile. “He wouldn't even let me train as much as Torr and Dusty and I had to practically beg him to even consider letting me go elsewhere.”
Markus said nothing to dispute that but he did speak again, “The father of your child, who is he?” He asked then added when his sister made to protest, “I will not harm him but if you feel your child's life is in danger, maybe the father should join us as well.” He offered.
Evie gave him a dubious look, “You won't hurt him?” She demanded.
“I swear on my honor as a knight, I will not harm or let harm come to you, your child, and its father.” Markus vowed and Obara echoed it to help reassure her good sister. Evie slumped in her chair.
“His name is Ser Axel Waterfall, he was recently knighted.”
“He's the bastard son of the Master at arms for the Wolf's Cradle, is he not?” Evie nodded at his question and he thought about it.
“Father will let you come when we say so, but I will make the suggestion to let Ser Waterfall come with us as extra protection for you to appease your mother and Torrhen.” The logic was a bit of a stretch but it could work in their favor if he presented it right.
“Thank you,” Evie repeated with a chocked sob and Markus moved forward to hug her.
“You're family Evie, and I take care of my family.” Markus murmured, hugging her tightly as she continued to cry. “Let it out sister, and when you're finished, we'll go speak to father and tell him of our plans.”
Rickard Stark, the Lord Solar
His allies had laid out their plan to deal with the new threat that arose and for once, Rickard wasn't willing to listen.
“If your brother is heading South, then it is just as well that we keep as many people as we can here.”
“Father-”
“No Ned, I am not going to put our kin in danger by sending them South!” Rickard snarled at his son.
“My lord,” Leaf held a hand up in placating manner. “I do not like this either, but until we can find him, the alliances that were made must remain intact. It will help when he does show himself again.”
“Father, the Children are right and if what some of us felt in the Godswood is correct, then no where is safe. We need allies.”
“Ned,” Rickard said in exasperation. “We fought long and hard to keep Visenya safe, now you are asking me to put the others in danger and her too when the Grand Council is inevitably called?”
“And you don't think it will be seen as strange when the children of two Dornish Princes and the nephew of a great Lord don't show up as promised?” Ned shot back. “Are we supposed to hold the Baratheon siblings here even though we promised that we would send them with an escort to the Vale of Arryn?”
Rickard placed his head in his hands, “They're my grandchildren, Ned, I cannot risk them.”
“We cannot risk the alliances either, father. I don't like this anymore than you, but if we don't do this, we may jeopardize the lives of many.”
“Am I supposed to let that shit stain of a Thenn live as well then?” Rickard looked up and gave his son a baleful look. “After all he has done?”
“No,” Ned said coldly. “We will deal with him and make sure his house and his liege don't retaliate.”
“Oho, and how do you propose we do that?” Rickard asked, intrigued despite the situation.
“With marriage, of course.”
Sigil for Lommy and Agnes Greenhands, sworn protectors to Lad Sansa Stark and her new house, Towers.
Sigil for Ser Robin Rivers, Lady Sansa's bastard cousin.
