In truth, it wasn't her time at King's Landing that made her feel uneasy within the walls of Winterfell. Yes, it was her home and it always would be but there were now bad memories that haunted her as much as the good ones that still brought her joy every once in awhile. The other truth was that it wasn't really her home but the home that belonged to the King of the North.
Pressing her lips together as she stood in the courtyard and watched her brother walk by with some of his men, she felt something hard and cold resting in the pit of her stomach. She couldn't really blame Jon for being declared the King but there were times when she was envious of him. Envious of the fact that everything declared him as the reason the war was won and the Red Wedding was avenged. Already they had forgotten what she had done and how she had been the one to save them by writing to Lord Baelish who brought the soldiers of the Vale.
No, all anyone saw when they looked at her was the sister of Jon and the widow of Ramsay Bolton. The poor, broken girl that had been abused by the monster and made to suffer until she couldn't take it anymore. No one talked about her victories but only how she was the victim.
She wouldn't let any of them see how it bothered her, though. Instead, she smiled as she stood by Jon's side and played the dutiful sister. She was dutiful as she did love him but she hated the fact that being a woman meant she was less. Not that Jon made her feel that way on purpose. He was very doting, very sweet in fact, and that had allowed them to repair their relationship with each other. But he dismissed her without thinking too.
In truth, there was only one person who didn't dismiss her.
She could feel his presence even as the thought of him crossed her mind. It was enough to have her lifting her gaze as she watched him walk across the courtyard. Tilting her head slightly, she thought back to what he had told her just a few months before. About the vision in his head and how he wanted her to be a part of it. She had told him it was a pretty picture with the intent of dismissing it and setting it aside but she had thought about it since. It was actually a pretty picture and she believed that he would do his best to make it happen.
She knew what he wanted from her too. She wasn't so foolish as to ignore it but there was a way to use it. He would be aware of it too because he wasn't a fool either.
"Lord Baelish." She called out when he drew closer. Stepping out of the shadows of the kennel, she watched as he stopped and noticed her finally. Then she arched a brow at him as she moved closer. "I've heard talk among some of your men, Lord Baelish. They say that you intend to go back to the Eyrie and soon. Is that true?"
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Pressing her lips together as she stood in the courtyard and watched her brother walk by with some of his men, she felt something hard and cold resting in the pit of her stomach. She couldn't really blame Jon for being declared the King but there were times when she was envious of him. Envious of the fact that everything declared him as the reason the war was won and the Red Wedding was avenged. Already they had forgotten what she had done and how she had been the one to save them by writing to Lord Baelish who brought the soldiers of the Vale.
No, all anyone saw when they looked at her was the sister of Jon and the widow of Ramsay Bolton. The poor, broken girl that had been abused by the monster and made to suffer until she couldn't take it anymore. No one talked about her victories but only how she was the victim.
She wouldn't let any of them see how it bothered her, though. Instead, she smiled as she stood by Jon's side and played the dutiful sister. She was dutiful as she did love him but she hated the fact that being a woman meant she was less. Not that Jon made her feel that way on purpose. He was very doting, very sweet in fact, and that had allowed them to repair their relationship with each other. But he dismissed her without thinking too.
In truth, there was only one person who didn't dismiss her.
She could feel his presence even as the thought of him crossed her mind. It was enough to have her lifting her gaze as she watched him walk across the courtyard. Tilting her head slightly, she thought back to what he had told her just a few months before. About the vision in his head and how he wanted her to be a part of it. She had told him it was a pretty picture with the intent of dismissing it and setting it aside but she had thought about it since. It was actually a pretty picture and she believed that he would do his best to make it happen.
She knew what he wanted from her too. She wasn't so foolish as to ignore it but there was a way to use it. He would be aware of it too because he wasn't a fool either.
"Lord Baelish." She called out when he drew closer. Stepping out of the shadows of the kennel, she watched as he stopped and noticed her finally. Then she arched a brow at him as she moved closer. "I've heard talk among some of your men, Lord Baelish. They say that you intend to go back to the Eyrie and soon. Is that true?"