#ladystarkofwinterhell

Where were they when it all turned sour? Where were they when the Rains of Castemere started to play?

Clearly they were not watching when the arrows started to fly soon after the music played, one hitting Robb in the back, one in her aunt Catelyn and then she had cried out when an arrow pierced through her own shoulder. How she wished she had her blades on her in order to fight. Instead, she had been caught and forced to watch Roose Bolton stab Robb in the heart and then, in sheer horror, as her aunt killed Jinglebell before her own throat was slashed, and Mara prayed for her own end. It didn’t happen. Instead, she was thrown into a room, beaten, tortured and abused in many means bar from the treatment of her wound and getting some food and drink a day. She never told them anything, but Black Walder Frey enjoyed her a great deal, taking her maidenhood and then using her as much as he pleased. At least the Gods were kind in that she didn’t become with child.

One night though, she found her room had not been locked so she took her chance, using one of the guards’ swords to kill anything in her way till she found where her own swords, knives, bow and arrows were held and slipped them onto her person along with a cloak, fighting her way out till she mounted her beloved Starlight and rode out with one a halter and a blanket on her mount’s back, not looking back.

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☽ = WANDERING ALONE AT NIGHT. ( for ladystark-of-winterhell )

      "Where are you going?” A childish voice rang against the stone walls of the deserted corridor, startling the tall figure she was speaking to. The person in the dark turned around, the torches on the walls illuminating her long, copper hair.

     “Lady Stark!” Alys grinned happily, before remembering where they were. She frowned then, wondering if Lady Stark would get mad at her and take her to her lord father.

     She shouldn’t have been wandering the castle at night, because her father forbade it. ‘This isn’t our home,’ he had told her, ‘You don’t know the castle, so you might get lost. I want none of your exploring and disappearances.’ But her old nanny had fallen asleep, and wouldn’t wake even though Alys shook her shoulder to make her read her a story. She wasn’t sleepy but she was bored. So she wore her boots and sneaked out of her room to explore the upper floors.

      But Lady Stark didn’t look mad. Alys didn’t know what she looked like, but it wasn’t mad. Her cheeks were red, her hair was poofy and her clothes were messy. She was staring down at her with wide eyes, as if she had done something wrong.

      “Those stairs lead up to Lord Stark’s chambers. Why were you there?” At this, Lady Stark’s cheeks turned even redder and she grabbed Alys’ small hand, making her squeal in surprise. She walked her back to her room in silence, except Lady Stark muttering here and there to herself. Alys’ questions and ramblings went unanswered.