Chapter 14
Chapter 14
I am leaving.
Fuck this shit. I am totally leaving.
And if I secretly ‘liberated’ the ancient Stark stash lying around since Starks were kings as compensation for my frail nerves? No one has to know. After all, it would be virtually impossible to find without the use of a Point Me charm.
I even managed to uncover some secrets dear Lord Stark would have never wanted me to find. My father’s cloak and my dragon egg were likely those things that were meant to be buried in the crypts. And my words about my father being an idiot? I still stand by those but he is now a lovable idiot that gives wonderful birthday presents to his children.
But I can’t hatch a dragon in Winterfell.
So I have to leave.
And I wouldn’t miss it. In all the years I have lived here, it hasn’t found any place in my heart. And my ‘family’?
Well…
Lord Stark is Lord Stark. Only keeping me alive because of a promise. He would never do more than that. Especially since he and Robert are planning a Royal marriage for Sansa. He would definitely chose his own daughter over a nephew he can’t wait to get rid of.
Lady Stark? That bitch? The previous sentence says it all. I won’t even bother with arranging an ‘accident’ for her. Life will definitely be punishment enough for a woman that despises the North and all its residents.
Robb? Well, with his mother’s ‘help’ we have drifted so far apart that the rift between us will never heal. And he is a jealous prick. So no. I won’t miss him.
Sansa? That miniature version of her mother? But one that lacks a brain? She has the potential to become a vicious bitch that would step over my body to obtain her goals. No thanks.
Arya? Too Gryffindorish. But she is the only person I might actually miss.
Bran? We barely interact. His mother made sure of it.
And Rickon is a baby.
So…
The dragon egg…
It was actually an accident. I swear.
It began with me remembering my serpentine friend from childhood. I loved that snake. I truly did. But it wasn’t magical. It didn’t have the lifespan of a magical serpent. And so when I came back to the manor after my second year and found my beloved friend gone, I was devastated.
And I still am.
If only I was older…
I could have formed a true familiar bond with him. Extended his lifespan. Fed him my magic. But I was a child. With a child’s magical core. A familiar bond before magical maturity is just not possible.
And so the recollection got me thinking…
I definitely remember a dragon egg among the things taken with me from the Tower of Joy. And where would Ned Stark hide such a glaring piece of evidence? Most definitely not in Dorne. At least I would hope not.
And maybe Old Nan’s tales finally hold a grain of truth. There are dragon eggs (or egg) beneath Winterfell after all.
I just have to find it.
That’s all.
And I did.
And now it’s mine.