OT: Your opinion of what will become of Rickon? ((SPOILERS))
this topic kinda came up in another thread when we talked about the outcome/fate of the other starks but i decided to make it its own since rickon got no love. In my opinion Rickon is one of the least talked about people in the books. Even though he has the Potential to be one of the best characters yet... ill explain my view here...
Rickon- is my beacon of hope of revenge for the Starks. In my perfect world of westeros this is how it goes for young rickon... Raised by the Wildling woman Osha, who keeps a strong pimp hand and tames his unrulyness somewhat while yet lets him grow up as any wildling child would by over indulging in the simple pleasures in a freemans life lol. When I envision what kind of person/man Rickon grows up to be, only one phrase comes to mind... "Epic Portrayer of Wildling Badassness" with more than a hint of pent up blood feuding rage surpressed over years of daddy didnt love me and mommy wasnt there issues. When Rickon, who we are going to call from now on Ser Badass Von Rickon of House Stark, makes his returning debut i wanna see it go down in this fashion...
'At the crossing the night grows late and the moon full. As the late Lord Frey lays abed lustily groping his young wife he ponders of making the child he welps from this girl his heir. Wouldnt that make them all mad he thinks to himself. In the distance sounds are coming from the stairwell so he thinks, or are his ears going as his sight seems to be. Then he hears a growl outside his door and then a loud wet thwack against his bedchamber door, followed by a soft thud, like someone dropped a sack of grain. The heavy bedchamber door slowly swings open. The Late lord Frey looks up to see two yellow glowing eyes staring at him and the largest wolf hes ever seen walking towards the foot of his bed. Behind the wolf, a boy bigger and solid more than most men stands. The boy grabs, with one hand, and pulls the handle of a double bladed two handed ax (that looks like even a grown man would have trouble with) that is protruding through the chest of the guard that is stuck to the door. The intruder walks closer into the light. There a boy dressed in wolf skins and elk leathers stands, while his long unkept brownish red hair with a small long braid on either side of his windburnt face blows from the draft the door created. As the late lord frey eyes adjust, he notices that the lad has cold water blue eyes with a windburnt face, red stubble beginnings of a beard and a necklace made from what looks like the jawbones of men hung from his thick muscular neck. The young man looks over the lord and lady in the bed and says in a deep yet young voice "Please pardon our intrusion Lord Frey, the company of wildlings and giants have done little to help my manners over the years. Allow me to introduce myself, I am Prince Rickon of House Stark. I believe you knew my elder brother King Robb and even swore him an oath once?'' the late Lord Frey licked his craked dry lips and said "Oaths are made and broken when a boy king thinks with his cock and goes back on his word!". Rickon laughs heartily and spins his ax. "Aye it is said that the warmth of a woman has been known to weaken even the strongest of men.". Lord Frey speaks in turn "Boy, I knew the warmth of a woman and spilled my seed in her belly before your grandfather you were named after was even brought into this world." Prince Rickon grins a sly mischevious grin. "Aye that may be old man, but i swear to you, I shall be the last Stark your old eyes ever see. For winter has come for you and for your House!!!" With one quick heave of his ax Rickon splits the late Lord Frey's head like a melon. After adding the late Lord Freys jawbone to the rest, on the necklace of oathbreakers, he wipes the blades of his ax on the bed and looks to the lady who ran and huddled in the corner of the room. "I have no qualms with you or your house my lady, but should you ever meet a Frey I havent killed... tell them winter has come and nothing but death awaits them here in the seven kingdoms." Prince Rickon called to shaggydog, who was still feasting on the corpse of the late Lord Frey and made his way down the tower of the twins.'
This by no means is what happenes but just what i think would be awesome if happened. I see rickon basically growing up as a wildling and loving their lifestyle and maybe even Being known as Rickon the Untameable. But being a Stark he must do the honorable thing and help win back his houses lands. hope you guys liked this, i actually enjoyed writing it lol.
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. Its just the plain truth. He is four in A Clash of Kings and eventually, in the final novel A Dream of Spring, he may become 12-15, but I still think that everyone who grieved him will be dead by that time or something will happen that will prevent him from taking revenge.
Originally Posted by khatmar
and ask Jon Arryn or Ned how that worked out 
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on at everyturn... 
