Shireen padded down the dark hallways of Castle Black, holding her stag to her tightly with both hands as she wandered. There were always soldiers around, to protect the inhabitants and to watch out for danger, but the child had been learning the least patrolled areas and frequented those. Those were quieter, and darker, and away from prying eyes, and so they felt safer to the child in light of recent events. 

Deep within the castle, no small distance from her mother who she had finally soothed into rest, the scarred princess tried to let her mind go blank. She didn’t wish to think of the last few days, not more than she had to, just now. Her attempted execution, the middle of the night desertion she had accompanied, news of her father’s death... Truly, winter was cruel, and it brought out the cruelty in Westeros’ people in kind.

As such thoughts began to truly take root and bloom in her head, the girl was suddenly, thankfully, distracted by a shimmer of light before her. And the appearance of... a man? through it. Freezing, blinking up at him, Shireen took a few moments to find her voice.

“H... hello?” she asked softly, curiosity and confusion filling her voice in equal strength. “Are you... are you all right, ser?”