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Heartstrings Shattering	By : Blackdove085 Category: G through L > Game of Thrones Views: 6089 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Hello, everyone. I have finally done a long time planned Game of Throne fiction. I hope I did a good job with Robb's character because I don't like making someone out of character. But anyways this story may be confusing with how they are but it will be explained in later chapters which will shed some light on future events. Sexual things will happen later in the story when more things take hold and when Siv is brought because that is when things will start to get interesting. Enjoy and have a pleasant time reading. You will hear from me next time.
The apron I wore was stained in blood from the men I tended to from various injuries, I went to the ones they thought would die. The man I was helping had a gash on his thigh that needed to be sew shut. Blood was draining and he was pale as a ghost. I try to avoid amputation as often as I could.
“I need to close the wound,” I told him trying to calm him down . I wish I had ale to offer to him for pain but ran out from the last battle that happened.
‘Lord give me strength.’ I thought to swallow the dry lump in my throat. I laid myself on top of the thrashing men until I heard a thick northern accent. Not having the time to look I started the first thread, the needle pierced the skin the man to scream louder from pain.
“Please forgive me,” I asked while trying to continue with the next stitch. It was so hard to focus due to the man as he thrashed about, almost knocking me yo the ground.
“Relax and let the healer help.” The same voice I heard was right next to me.
“It Fucking hurts!” he screamed, “The cunt should leave me here to die!” The Stark man would not slow his jerks and kicks causing some of his blood to land on my face.
"She is here to help you." He said before placing something in his mouth. That only muffled his screams but he still would stop his thrashes.
“You can’t talk sense into him, I just need you to hold him down.” I addressed him with my back still turned. “ I will be done quickly, or I will have to remove the leg to prevent blood poisoning!” I yelled over the man’s screams.
“Let the healer help you,” he said one final time before he held him down, I could focus with his screams, this wasn’t my first war and wasn’t the worst I have dealt with. When I finished the soldier was sobbing from the dull pain from the stitches.
“I am so sorry for your pain,” I told him, wrapping his stitches. “I would’ve given you some ale but I ran out from the last bunch,” I told him, tears stained the man’s face but he will live and that is what matters most to me. “I am very grateful for the help you have offered My lord,” I said as I thanked the young man. “I hope to be able to repay you for it,” I told him, gathering my tools after cleaning them from the blood.
“You already are by healing my men.” He told me as he smiled at me. “Where did you get such training from?” he asked when I got up while wiping blood on my tattered apron.
“I was trained by a doctor,” I told him before giving a slight curtsy to the man who I believed to be the King in the North. Before I could continue he interrupted me while in mid-sentence.
“What’s your name?” he asked me as I slowly walked off.
“Anastasia Volkov, now I must give you my apologies for Your grace, but there are other men that need my help If you wish to speak with me more on the matter I am in with the injured men and the Measter.” I continued as I walked away from the King. When I was done it was already daybreak when I was finally able to wash the blood off my face, hands, and changed my dress, before I headed to the Maester’s tent. I dealt with 5 men with horrible sword injuries that hopefully won’t get infected, two required amputation, and one died. The others weren’t anything I haven’t dealt with before.
“Anastasia.” I turned to see who was approaching me, which was the King to my surprise. The king was a handsome man with the northern look, my sister, Siv has the fair skin and light colored eyes. He walked in a way that reminded me of her as if he did not want to burden the world with their troubles. He did do as good of a job she does when it came to hiding her emotions, you can see the sadness in his eyes. But his men still stood and supported his movement, justice for the death of his father.
I could have gone to the Lannister’s side, after all, they are quite wealthy but I never enjoy the company of a house whose mocked by their soldiers. The Stark King's men not only respected him but believed in his cause. "I was on my way towards the Maester’s tent, do you wish to accompany me?” I offered with a soft smile on my face.
“Of course,” He answered before we continued , the only noise that could be heard was the cool misty wind, something I was used how often it happened and came to enjoy over time. “Why did you decide to join my forces while there were the Lannister’s?” He asked.
‘Of course, he would ask that.’ I thought before taking a deep breath. “Well, I don’t like having the company of the Lannister men. They don’t respect the men they are fighting with.” I answered as I moved my hands behind my back. I was able to keep up with him due to our similar heights, with him being only a few inches taller. “I get a bad taste in my mouth when it comes to men like that, Your Grace,” I said glancing towards him.
“Maybe that’s why we’re winning.” He said causing me to chuckle. He turned at looked at me with a questioning look.
“Pride caused Lucifer to fall from grace, I suggest you avoid doing the same, Your Grace,” I told me, causing another weird look from him. “I’m sorry Your Grace, My grandmother would tell the same when I was younger, even more so when in my early medical training, when I was getting ahead of myself. I started the basics such as Replacing bandages and cleaning medical tools at the age of 10." He raised his eyebrows in surprise, mostly likely due to my age.
"That's a young age to start becoming a healer." He said causing me to nod. "I know most girls that age are more focused on pretty dresses and stories of Princes but I wanted to help others and my grandmother saw nothing wrong with it. My sister, Siv didn't care much for boys either, our grandmother would tell her to stop acting like a boy. She used to have to be forced into a dress when a special occasion came around." I said with a smile on my face as I remembered Siv, running around in breeches as our grandmother chased her while holding a dress.
"My sister Arya was like that. Drove my mother crazy how she wouldn't stop sneaking to the training pen to play with weapons," he told me having me laugh again. Siv did the same thing, never liked the fine arts as much of our older sister Astrid, who learned the harp. She preferred to prove that she was just as good as the boys.
"Siv grew out of it when she got older. But they were just plain looking, mostly black. It suited her, though." I sighed as I looked towards the young King. "They are another reason why I joined your army, Your Grace. Because I need to find them, My twin sister Astrid is somewhere south and I last heard, Siv is in a small town around Riverrun , probably an Inn." I said before realizing what that could have meant until Robb gave me a strange look. I quickly started to shake my head as my head became flushed. "She wouldn't do something like that Your Grace... she never liked attention from men, could never understand why they would 'Act like fools', but when you see her, you will understand why."
"Tell me how she looks like, maybe one of my soldiers have seen her," Robb told me causing a smile to form on my face. I almost forget that the King is a young man. Siv is pretty but I thinkRobb would like her too much, he seems like he would get annoyed . Siv has been known to say what is on her mind and in very negative ways. But I his help would be wonderful, finding Siv would be a lot easier.
"Well... her complexion is ghostly, her hair is black, as black as the night sky, But what would surprise you would be her eyes is aa queer shade of green," I told him while giving him a nod.
"Well, I will see that my men keep an eye out for her, I know how's it feels to want your family back," he told me, causing me to remember what happened to his own. It breaks my heart to think that his family was in this mess. He should at least have his father's remains.
"I would be very grateful," I told him as I fought the urge to hug him from as joy filled me. "I hope we find Siv soon and then Astrid when you head more south, of course, Your Grace." I finished as I stood at the entrance of the Maester's tent. "I hope you have a nice evening and again I am very grateful for your help Your Grace." Before giving him another crusty.
"I don't mind healer." He told me before giving me a nod. "I hope you enjoy the rest of your evening." he continued before walking to his next destination. I flashed him smile before wishing him the same.
"Have a lovely evening too, Your Grace." I still owe a great debt to him. He is at war but still makes time for lesser folk. The King in the North had gained another supporter and I will push myself to make sure all of his men return home, alive and well.
Hello everyone. I have finally done a long time planned Game of Throne fiction. I hope I did a good job with Robb's character because I don't like making someone out of character. But anyways this story may be confusing with how they are but it will be explained in later chapters which will shed some light in future events. Sexual things will happen later in the story when more things take hold and when Siv is brought because that is when things will start to get interesting. Enjoy and have a pleasant time reading. You will hear from me next time.
The apron I wore was stained in blood from the injured men I help tended to from various injuries, I went to the ones they thought would die. The man I was helping had a huge gash on his thigh and I needed to sew it shut. Blood was draining and he was paleas a ghost. I try to avoid amputation when it can be.
“I need to close the wound.” I told him trying to calm him down from his enraged mood. I wish I had ale to offer to him for pain but I ran out from the last battle I had.
‘Lord give me strength.’ I thought swallowing the dry lump in my throat. I was about lay myself on top of the thrashing men until I heard a thick northern accent. Not having time to look I started the first thread as the needle pierced the skin the man to scream louder from pain.
“Please forgive me,” I asked as I tried to continue on with the other stitch. It was so hard to focus even with how slow I was going.
“Relax and let the healer help.” The same accent I heard was right next to me.
“It Fucking hurts!” he screamed, “The cunt should let me here to die!” The Stark man would not slow he jerks and kicks causing some blood to his on my face.
“You can’t talk sense into him, I just need you to hold him down.” I addressed him with my back still turned. “I just need that and I will be done quickly, or I will have to remove the leg to prevent blood poisoning!” I yelled over the man’s screams.
“Let the healer help you.” he said before holding him down, help me steady my hand. I can focus with screams, this wasn’t my first war and this wasn’t the worst I have dealt with. When I finished the soldier was sobbing from the intense pain he has.
“I am so sorry for the pain,” I told him as I started to wrap his stitches. “I would’ve given you some ale but I ran out from the last bunch.” I told him, tears stained the man’s face but he will live and that is what matters most to me. “I am very grateful for the help you have offered My lord.” I told the man who came to help. “I hope to be able to repay you back for it.” I told him as I gathered my tools after I cleaned them.
“You already are, Healing my men with wounds other wouldn’t touch.” He told me as a smile formed on his face. “Where did you get such training from?” he asked me before I started to head towards other men.
“I was trained by a doctor,” I gave a slight curtsy to who I believed to be the man the call King in the North. Before I could continue I was cut short.
“What’s your name?” he asked me as I slowly started to walk off.
“Anastasia Volkov, now I must give you my apologizes Your grace, but there are many other men that need my help, If you wish to speak with me more on the matter I am in with the injured men and the Measter.” I continued as I walked farther away from the young king. When I was finally able to reach the camp it was almost daybreak. I washed the blood off my face and hands and changed my dress before I arrived to the Maester’s tent. I dealt with 5 men with horrible sword Injuries that I hope won’t get blood poisoning, I had to amputate a few men, and only one was too bad. The others weren’t anything I haven’t dealt with before.
“Anastasia.” I turned around to see the King approaching me. The king was a handsome man with the same northern look my sister had, the fair skin and light colored eyes. Unlike her though his hair had reddish undertones which were nothing like her blue. He walked like how she did when she wanted to cover up her sadness. Everyone knew why, it’s the reason why this war started. I could have went to the Lannister’s side but then again I never enjoy the company of a house whose it’s own men mock. Plus I have heard of the tales of honor that the Stark’s have held. ‘Robb stark did at least deserve to bury his father, weather he committed treason falsely or if he was falsely accursed.’ I thought to myself as I gave him a simple smile.
“Good evening your Grace, I take you are finished with your duties,” I greeted him. “I was on my way towards the Maester’s tent, do you wish to accompany me?” I offered.
“Of course,” He answered before we continued on, only noise that could be heard was the cool misty wind, something I was so used to happening often and have came to enjoyed overtime. “Why did you decide to join as a healer for my forces while there are the Lannister’s?” He asked me, causing a closed lipped smile to form.
‘Of course he would ask that.’ I thought taking a deep breath. “Well, I don’t like having company such as the Lannister men. They don’t respect the man they are fighting with.” I answered as I moved my hands behind my back. “I tend to get a bad taste in my mouth when it comes to men like that... Your Grace.” I said as I glanced towards him.
“Maybe that’s why we’re winning.” He told me causing me to slightly chuckle. He turned at looked at me with a questioning look.
“Pride caused Lucifer to fall from grace, I suggest you avoid doing the same Your Grace.” I told me, causing another weird look to be given from him. “I’m sorry Your Grace, My grandmother would tell me that when I was younger, even more so when I was going through my early medical training. I was getting a head of myself. I was only 12 when I started the basics such as Replacing bandages and cleaning the medical tools." He raised his eyebrows in surpised, mostly likely due to the age I started.
"That's a young age to start becoming a healer." He said causing me to nod. "I know most girls at that age are more focused on pretty dresses and princes but I wanted to help others and my grandmother saw nothing wrong with it. My other sisters are almost the same way I suppose. Siv didn't care much for boys, our grandmother would have to tell her to stop acting so boyish. She used to have to be forced into one when a sepical occasion came around." I said with a smile on my face.
"My sister Arya was like that. always drove my mother crazy how she wouldn't stop sneaking to the train pent to play with weapons." he told me having me laugh again. Siv did the same thing, but she begun the Assissin training. She surpised everyone when she reached top level.
"Siv grew out of it as she got older. But they were just plain looking, mostly the color black. It suited her though." I sighed as I looked towards the yound King. "Another reason I joined your army is because I'm tyring to find them. My twin sister Astrid is somewhere south and I last hear that Siv is around Riverrun in a small town, probably an Inn." I said before realizing what if could have meant until I was given a certain look from Robb. "She wouldn't do something like that Your Grace... she nevered liked attention from men, could never understand why they would 'Act like fools' she would say. If you saw her you'd understand why."
"Tell me how she looks like maybe one of my soilders have seen her." Robb told me causing a smile to form on my face. I almost forget that the King is a young man. I don't think Robb would like her too much though... he seems like he would get annoyed with her easily. Siv has been known to say what is on her mind. Not as badly when she was younger.
"Well... her complexion is almost ghostly. Her hair is black like feathers of a raven. but I think what would surpised you and I know for sure would be her is that her eyes are a usually bright green." I told him
"Well I see if I can have my men keep an eye out for her, I know how's it like to be in the same positon." he told me bringing yet another smile to my face.
"I would be very grateful." I told him fighting the urge to hug him. "I hope that we find Siv soon and then we can start on Astrid when you head more south." I finished as I stood at the Maester's tent enterance. "I hope you have a nice evening and again I am very grateful for your help Your Grace." Giving another cursty.
"I don't mind healer." He said before continuing on where he needed to be at the time. I will get my sister sooner and that was all that mattered. Well that and making sure these men were able to go back to their familes again.
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