𝐆𝐚𝐦𝐞 𝐨𝐟 𝐓𝐡𝐫𝐨𝐧𝐞𝐬 || 𝑾𝒉𝒆𝒏 𝑾𝒐𝒍𝒗𝒆𝒔 𝑪𝒓𝒚 𝑶𝒖𝒕

𝑪𝒉𝒂𝒑𝒕𝒆𝒓 𝑿𝑰𝑰

꧁~~~𝑩𝒆𝒏𝒈𝒆𝒕 𝑺𝒕𝒂𝒓𝒌~~~꧂
꧁~~~300 𝑨𝒇𝒕𝒆𝒓 𝑪𝒐𝒏𝒒𝒖𝒆𝒔𝒕~~~꧂

꧁His violet eyes did glow in the eerie darkness of the crypts of Winterfell. Within the eerie silence, he stood, eyes set gently upon one of the figures that would forever be stone. Down there, the Stark Kings of Winter remained in entombed in stone, their iron spiked crowns resting upon their stone heads, their iron swords laid across their laps still as sharp as they had been a thousand years ago. Their direwolves all laid curled by their master's legs, some with just one, where others had packs.

But the one he had been staring at had no direwolf. The only thing that marked this stone, was a blue winter rose.

"Wolf's Blood."

Ben did not jump, nor react all that much, as should have been expected from someone who thought themselves alone in such a dark and eerie place. But Ben did not jump, nor was startled in any way, too stuck in his own mind to really pay much heed to his surroundings. And why would he then? He wasn't alone down here, he knew.

"Is that what you are wondering about?"

His father spoke, the Quiet Wolf stepping forward along the stone floors, his footsteps echoing lighty throughout the long halls of the crypts. Ben shook his head quietly, violet eyes unmoving from the statue.

"Benget.."

His Lord Father began to speak again, but stopped himself when he saw the shake in Ben's hand. It had been just a few days since the Wolfswood..since...

"Son."

Ben turned at that, almost as if he was realizing his father was down there with him for the first time.

"What you did..any man would have done that. A wolf backed into the corner is the most dangerous, for he will fight until the end to protect what he loves."

"A wolf doesn't butcher men in their sleep, Father.."

Ben shuttered slightly, closing his eyes as he tried to close his heart to it as well. He was still young, his father must've been thinking then. He thinks me young, still. Unfit or unable to look a man in his eyes while taking their life. Those were the thoughts, the damning thoughts that plagued him these many last nights, and Ben sighed heavily, shaking his head as he gripped his right hand tightly with his left, trying to prevent the shaking.

"What I did was cowardly.."

"What you did was survive, Benget. What you did allowed for your brothers to survive, what allowed your sister to survive."

"Sansa has already forgotten."

Ben bit back almost bitterly, and he could feel the tears welling in his eyes. But he would not let them fall. His will does not bend easy, and it never would. But in that moment, looking into his father's quiet grey eyes, he never before felt like crying as he did then.