#chainedgiant

Marrying Rickard was a mistake, but Mira knew she had no choice in the matter. Had she refused his hand, it would have been her head on the executioners block and not Tom’s. His screams still haunted her, begging with his last breath that she help him but she had turned away, selfishly. But what other choice did she have? The Stark Family was practically wiped out and sent to exile, such as her own House Forrester. By living, Mira could attempt to rebuild the name again but she couldn’t do it by the side of Rickard Morgryn. Besides, now that the Whitehill’s had taken over Ironrath, she held nothing of importance for him; no doubt he would’ve found a way to get rid of her soon enough, if she hadn’t escaped of course.

Mira had somehow escaped King’s Landing and was making her way North. It was dangerous for her to be travelling of course, with a name like Forrester. But she had no distinguishing features, hopefully if she did run into any noblemen she could claim she was merely a bastard or a commoner. Her plan was to travel north, to Castle Black and find Gared Tuttle, her father’s squire. She recalled her mother informing her in a letter that he had been sent there, Mira only hoped he was still there, because if he wasn’t, where would she go? She didn’t know who of her family survived the battle and where they might be otherwise.

It was nearing dusk, and Mira had no idea of where she was headed, just that she was going North; she could tell by the change in weather, it was colder and wetter, a refreshing change from the stuffy warm airs of King’s Landing, now she was free in the open and not stuck in the viper’s nest. But she had to be careful, always fearing who she might come across, if someone should be looking for her, such as the King’s Guard for example, though she couldn’t imagine what threat she might bare, with everything of value she possessed, including her house name, being stripped away.

There was a man on the road ahead and Mira felt her stomach flip in fear of who he might be. She tried her best to stick to the more rural paths and not the main roads in hope of them being quieter, clearly it wasn’t a very good plan. As he came into view from the settling mist, she saw he was big and warrior-like, most definitely not a poor commoner if looks where anything to go by. Feeling sickened, she gripped her horse’s reigns all the tighter, pull her hood up and intended to just stroll straight past him, in hopes he wouldn’t try to intervene, a woman travelling alone was a rare thing after all.

( ❝ send me a ❂ and I will make a manip of our characters. ❞ | selectively accepting. )

        Sansa had never laid eyes on Walder Frey before the day Stark forces brought justice to the house responsible for her brother’s death ( the north remembers, the north remembers, the north remembers ). Before, he had only been a n a m e and then, after her brother’s death, a monster, but there had never been a real face to the name. Or any of his family. There was no warmth in Tully hues when she stared upon the faces of the Freys. They had TAKEN her brother from her, had betrayed and k i l l e d him. They had killed her mother too. And dozens of innocent northernmen as well. Why did they deserve her forgiveness when they had taken away the only family left to her?   

          Her brother and mother would soon be avenged. The Freys would PAY for their treason soon, but it would not bring her brother and mother back. It would change little. Yet, justice must still be served. She wished to depart from the Twins as soon as possible ( the place reminded her only of her sorrow ), but first, there were other matters to be dealt with, one being the prisoners kept at the Twins since the Red Wedding. There were not many, most of Robb’s men had been s l a u g h t e r e d, but there were still some who could RETURN home to their families. Some children could see their father or brother again. There was some joy that could be found in that, but envy lingered in the corner of her heart for her father and her brothers would NEVER be able to return to her. Her family was gone forever.  

          She had retreated to her tent that afternoon, not expecting any interruptions, when the tent flap OPENED. Looking up from her parchment, she expected to see one of her advisors, but instead Tully hues found Jon Umber entering her tent. Surprise flickered across her features momentarily; she had thought the maester had instructed the freed prisoners to rest. 

Snow swirls outside her window in the keep of Winterfell. Her cousin sat with her shivering. “How can you stand this weather, Marg. It’s so cold.” The Tyrell Rose gave a shrug. “Perhaps my blood runs warmer than yours.” She said softly. There was so much white outside. It was her first time seeing snow. It gave her a mix of wonder and a bit of fear. The two feelings mixed in her stomach like the snow in the air.

She breathes on the glass and traces the symbol of her house. The rose looks very strange among the snow curling outside.

It had been late that night when the Tyrell’s arrived at Winterfell, they had been shown their rooms and told they would meet everyone in the morning. Now that it was morning, Margaery was nervous. She pinned her dark mane back behind her ears once more and led the way with her cousins, outside to the courtyard. Furs of white covered her pale shoulders as her father introduced them all. With a gentle smile Margaery curtsied, even in the fresh snowfall, she would remain a lady. Her cousins cringed, but she would not. She would prove she could adapt.

“Thank you…for the warm welcome.”

Him and his men were little loved in this place, that was plain. His wife had warned him of the Umbers and their feelings towards the free folk, and advised him to travel with as little of Thenn warriors — and as many Karhold men — as he dared. He had done precisely that, but it had not been enough, if the fierce glares he received were any judge. At least the Umbers didn’t poison the food they were giving him. He supposed he ought to be grateful for that much.

what was this in reference to?

Ned planned to tell Sansa one day that she was the one who made him realise that Joffrey/Tommen/Myrcella were Jaime’s children and not Robert’s.

fIRST OF ALL *hOLDS SMALLJON CLOSE TO MY HEART*