After Mother left…

July 10, 2012 in Fan-Fic, House Stark by Rickon Stark

    Bran was propped up at the top of his bed, Rickon had brought all of his toys and dumped them on his brother’s bed. He’d only woken up two days ago. Robb had explained everything. Father went to King’s Landing as planned with Arya and Sansa. Mother had left for some reason, once he’d told them she needed to tell father something. And their angry response was, ‘Why couldn’t she just write to him?’ He expected it was bad news, but he could hardly think anything was good news since his fall. His legs wouldn’t work again, yesterday
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Rickon POV: The Walders

June 17, 2012 in A Clash of Kings, House Stark by Rickon Stark

“I don’t want them here.” He told Bran with a pout. “You don’t have to like them. But we have to welcome them.” Bran replied. “It’s what good lords and princes do.” “Well, I’m not a lord.” He crossed his arms. It was a never ending battle. He wasn’t happy when Jon left, or their father and sisters, least of all when their mother went away. Robb had been the last straw. He was beyond unhappy. He wanted to be around Bran, but he couldn’t play, so he could only cling to his wolf. Then the Walders came. It took
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Rickon: I hate Joffrey!!

May 1, 2012 in Fan-Fic, Game Of Thrones, House Stark by Rickon Stark

I hate Joffrey. That fat kind that was my father’s friend died. So then Joffrey became king, and he killed my father. That’s what everyone says in the south they call him a traitor. But how can he be a traitor? All he ever does are very good things good lords do. He doesn’t like to hurt people. When he was still at home if he had to kill the bad deserters he would want to sleep with mother because he was so sad. It’s very hard being a lord he was sad a lot because he’d sleep in her
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Changes (Fanfiction)

March 17, 2012 in Fan-Fic, Game Of Thrones, House Stark by Rickon Stark

Since Bran’s fall Rickon was having problems adjusting. He wanted his mother the most, but she continued to sit at Bran’s bedside. So he’d thrown a tantrum, or two, or three…but her attention never wavered. So, he was put in his room as punishment. In the short period of time he actually had stayed in his room he’d taken out all of his toys and clothes and spread them on the floor. “Bran better wake up soon.” He told Shaggydog his dire wolf pup who decided to lay on his bed. He yawned in response. “You tell your brother to
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by Tommen

Tommen and Rickon’s drawing.

February 24, 2012 in House Stark, Threading by Tommen

Tommen Baratheon: ~It’s been so nice here at Winterfell because I got to play with Bran and Rickon. But it’s so sad Bran fell, now he can’t come back with us. Where we could play all the time~*sketches on a sheet of parchment a picture of him, and Uncle Jaime in a field of flowers with kittens, a rainbow and a huge smiling sun.* Rickon Stark: *sees Tommen is drawing and wants to too.* What are you drawing? I want to help, may I? Tommen Baratheon: *smiles and nods* I want to draw a nice picture for Uncle Jaime. He
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