Rickon Stark and His Daemon

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Blurb about Rickon Stark and his Elephant Hawk Moth daemon, Kyrene:
Kyrene is a Greek name meaning "sovereign queen"

He returned to North no longer the frightened little boy who had been whisked away and protected by a Wildling woman who loved him as fiercely as his own Mother had but as a hardened man ready to take back his family's land and titles. He returned ruthless and cold. He returned a warrior. His direwolf, large and black and savage, walked at his side like a shadow. His daemon, beautiful and quiet, was the only piece of him that still reflected the boy he had been.

Sitting one evening near the campfire Rickon kept watch as Osha and the others, some from Skagos, some Northerners who remembered the true Lords of the North were the Starks, slept. Kyrene crawled out from beneath the furred collar of his cloak to sit on his shoulder, her wings fluttering every now and then. An old nervous tick she had never grown out of.

"You're worried."

"Yes." Kyrene turned and looked up at his face. "Roose Bolton is not a Wildling. He is well skilled and experienced. Killing him will be no easy feat."

"No. It will not." Rickon agreed with a nod. "But we have something he doesn't."

"And what is that, pup?"

Rickon smiled coldly, cruelly, looking to where Shaggydog was moving in the shadows and then to the men sleeping just a few feet from him. "We have surprise. He'll not be expecting a son of Eddard Stark to have survived. He won't be expecting the North to rebel against him. Not after all these years."

Kyrene crawled up his shoulder, tucking herself beneath the fall of his hair, her green colors standing out against the copper-red of his curls. "You truly think we can avenge our family? That we can take back the North?"

"I do." Rickon nodded, stilling smiling cruelly. "We are strong, Kyrene. We will take back the North and then, once Winterfell is rebuilt, we will do what Robb wanted and go to the Wall to bring Jon home. He shall take up Robb's crown. He'll be King in the North and we'll serve him as we would have served Robb."

Looking towards the full moon hanging in the sky Rickon's smile widened. "The Wolves have come again."