<Chapter 3>
I walk outside to see Robb and Jon still playing. I run up to them, smiling.
"Can I have a go," I ask.
They laugh and I look at them puzzled.
"What is so funny," I ask.
"A girl wanting to fight," Robb chuckled.
And that puts them into more fits of laughter.
"What is wrong with that," I glare.
"Girls can't fight nor can they wield a sword," said Jon, patting my shoulder.
I kick him in the shins and pull his arm hindmost to his back. He crys in pain.
"Mercy! Mercy! Mercy!" Jon whines in pain.
I let go and smirk.
"Can you wield a sword?" says Robb, clearly annoyed.
I pick up Jon's sword and ready myself. Robb swipes me with his sword and I barely deflect it. I had only used a sword three times in my life. He hits me again but i deflect. I become more confident and hit him on the arm. Robb struck me more violently and hit my leg. It hurt but at least it was a blunt, wooden sword. He swipes me again in the stomach. As I duck for another blow from him I hit him in the chest. He groans and falls to the ground.
"Robb!" I scream.
Jon and I kneel beside him.
"I'm sorry Robb," I apologize. "I didn't mean to."
"And I'm sorry for saying girls couldn't fight," he replys.
"Me too," adds Jon, giving me a hug.
Robb struggles to stand up but succeeds in the end.
"Swordplay isn't my expertise," I joke.
They laugh and I walk off. I head to a passageway where us children sleep. We all have our own bedchamber. I walk down the hall to the newest room where the infant Rickon sleeps. I quietly open the door to see Aunt Catelyn cradling Rickon on a seat.
"Hello Aunt Catelyn," I say and curtsy.
"Hello Little Fawn," she replys.
A walk over to her smile down at Rickon.
"Would you like to hold him?" she asks.
I beam at her and nod. She hands me the tiny boy and hold him like she instructs.
"He's gorgeous," I praise.
"Yes he is," she replys. "And you will have one someday too."
I look at her affronted.
"Hopefully a in a long time," I affirm.
"Maybe," she says thoughtfully."Having a child may be painful, but a blessing at the same time."
I give Rickon back to my Aunt and kneel in front of her.
"Will I have to have an arranged marrige like you and Uncle Eddard?" I ask.
"I do not know, that is your fathers decision," she answers cradling Rickon.
Rickon starts to weep so I leave the room. Aunt Catelyn only has so many patience. I leave the room to my own chambers where I collapse on my bed.
It won't be that bad, I repeat to myself into I fall into a deep slumber.
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Little Fawn (Game of Thrones)
FanfictionRowenna Baratheon is the daughter of Robert Baratheon and Lyanna Stark. When her mother was kidnapped by Rhaegar Targaryen, her father left her to Winterfell to live with her mother's brother and his family. Twelve years later, she still lives there...
