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       War was not something Sade had expected herself to actually live to see, let alone actually think about participating in. If anything she thought if war had ever broken out she would keep to the shadows and just steal and loot from the left overs and maybe help out those who needed it. She wasn't exactly the kindest of people but she seemed to be more kind than the men in the world. So she thought she had her own plan and way to go about this whole war.

        That was until she had been chased away from her own small camp by a band of men. Luckily she had kept Thunder loosely tied and had made it out with her bow, but that was about it. So now she didn't have food or any of her supplies from before.

         Lovely.

         She had several options at this point - she could continue to go about stealing which was her normal life, but that risked men finding her. She could become a whore that followed any of the camps, that would pay well enough, but Sade was not that good on her back. Or...she could join an army. That seemed to be her best bet in the way that it held protection and she could flourish there as a fighter.

         Now she just had to decide which king would gain her loyalty. So, that night when she sat at the small fire she had lit she thought about it to herself. If she were to ride to King's Landing she could likely be seen as a threat and as a woman and likely not welcomed. In the South? Well, she did not want to return to her homelands, the memories there and the potential of her father made her shudder. And that ultimately left one place to turn to, because the other places were simply too far away.

         The north. Standing Sade kicked out her fire and took Thunder's reins, sliding herself up into the saddle and trotting into the night to attempt to find a location for the King in the North's camp. She stopped at an inn and found herself getting very vague information, so she figured she might as well just continue to ride North. Men would find her soon enough, and hopefully it would be the camp she wished, so she pushed her horse harder until she was found by a scouting party.

          Asking who she swore fealty to she stopped, a little confused by the question. Fealty. She had never heard that word in her life, and so she simply shrugged, "highest bidder." That made the men laugh, and she was grateful she had heard her father use that expression when she was younger.

          Bringing her into camp she looked around, taking it all in and cautiously passing her horse off to someone to put in with the other horses and she gripped her bow as she was shown about the camp. "Am I going to see the lord?"

          "King."

          The harshness of his tone caused her to flinch. Right. King. King Robb Stark. "Well?"

                Arianne was still upset with having to travel with her father’s                 army to deal with the Stark boy who fashioned himself with                 the title King in the North. She was not a tactician like her                 father, nor was she a warrior like her infamous uncle and                 cousins. But her father was too ill to travel, her uncle too                 tempestuous and unreasonable, her brothers far too young,                 and sending her baseborn cousins could have been seen                 as an insult to the Northmen.

                So it all fell into her hands.

                Waiting inside one of the solars in Riverrun, where the Stark                 king was to receive her, the Dornish princess felt her nerves                 plaguing her thoughts erratically. The outcome of the alliance                 between their houses practically depended on her now, and                 the awkward history regarding both their aunts did not exactly                 benefit their cause.

                But her dear uncle would always tell her,                 the enemy of my enemy is my f r i e n d.

                Arianne had been pacing around the solar erratically as she                 waited for the Stark boy to arrive, whilst being so consumed in                 her own thoughts that barely heard the pattering sounds of light                 footsteps from someone entering the room.

Up in a tree Klaus perched himself ready to loose his arrow on an elk. He let the arrow loose at the wrong possible moment as hoof beats startled the animal Klaus jumped down pulling his sword ready to fight. There had been more and more wildlings moving into his territory and the only good part about that is that he was able to get more supplies. Klaus then saw what the man was wearing and dropped his sword down to his side. He had had an understanding with the Nights Watch for many years though they often left one another in peace. Though once introduced he remembered this man as Benjen Stark. After they talked a while and reading the message from Eddard Stark he sighed not having gone south in ages and was not desperately wanting to. However, he and his family had always had a close bond with the Starks. 

Tywin Lannister was dead. Tyrion Lannister had disappeared.

Joffrey was to marry a Tyrell--it was all too much for her.

Some nights she left the comfort of her room and wandered in the Godswood. In place of soldiers, Grey Wind would keep watch when she left the confines of her 'home'. Even the hearttree was enough to provide some comfort, yet when she stripped her shoes off so that she could sink them into the hot springs, she felt as if she'd be encased in ice.

❝ Vicious as you can be, you're the only company I have. ❞ She'd seen what a wolf could do to its pray--surely Robb's had maimed its fair share of soldiers and thieves.