#steeledstark

Brienne was riding behind the Stark girl's horse, close enough to be ready if they found any threats on their way, yet being well aware of the effect she had in people and trying to give her enough space to not be seen like a threat herself. Despite being each other's only company, they had not shared many words since they left King's Landing. That was only natural given the circumstances, but as she looked at the girl, her mind wandered and she found herself thinking that if people didn't look closely, she really could be mistaken for Lady Catelyn. It wasn't only her auburn hair and blue eyes, it was also that aura of courage and elegance that she didn't lose at any moment despite being handed to a stranger by her captors, having to spend the night by a campfire in the forest or spending the last two days riding a horse when she clearly wasn't used to. "You really look like her." She voiced her thoughts aloud as she rode next to Sansa, maintaining the distance between their horses. "Like your lady mother."

Walking through the doorway, he noticed her standing on the balcony, looking out over the Vale.  It was beautiful and although he’d seen it many times, looking out at her, he couldn’t help but see in her the love of his life.  Her copper hair fell down her back and as he continued to study her, it was as though he was transported back in time.

After a few moments, Petyr cleared his throat and moved towards where she was standing.  Now next to her, looking down a slight smirk came across his features. 

[SMS: smart sister] i need back up, Jon’s being a pain.

[SMS: smart sister] Gendry accidentally sent him messages that were supposed to come to me. 

“   your grace, a word.“ the now lord of ironrath clears his throat and tries his best; so many years as a sellsword and an exiled, it seems that he had forgotten most etiquette when it came to address those above him. because sansa stark was above him and above all north. independent, aye, but with an absolute ruler for all of them. asher isn’t sure how to feel about their king being sent to the wall and just forgotten, but he doesn’t voice his doubts, his family had enough troubles as it was. the northern lord looks back at the lady and bows his head in a gentle nod before finally speaking. “part of my family is still missing, m’lady. i wanted to ask if you could spare some of your guards to aid me on my search. winter is still coming. my youngest brother ryon is still missing. as well as my sister mira.“ last seen in king’s landing and he doesn’t want to think what could’ve happened then.

            Tracking the Starks down had been easy enough, people spoke after all, and it wasn’t that hard to get them to start talking. It didn’t take long for the ten of then to catch up, to find where they were staying the night - and to walk straight into the encampment. 

            Swords leaving sheaths and men rising from around campfires with a curse became the only sound, though the tension seemed to simmer down just a little when none of the ten drew any weapon - Aela’s bow remaining on her back. “ We come as friends, ” she called, and a wave of murmuring arose, before the crowds seemingly parted, revealing a copper-haired young woman. Quick calculation brought her to the conclusion that this must be the Stark girl. Sansa.

       “ We heard the Starks were in need of aid - and so we’ve come to offer our swords. ”

‘    n’ it all spills out,    reckless but honest words leave m’ mouth.     ’

          she came to king’s landing with heavy heart. it’s been months since her daughter, her darling pavetta, took that cursed husband of hers and sailed away to visit his isles, only to be lost on the sea, leaving an infant daughter in calanthe’s care. it was not something she could inform sansa of through letters. she knew how close the girls were, ever since they were but young children, sharing poetry and music with each other. 

          and even though the war between starks and lannisters raged, the loss of ned stark a blow to everyone, calanthe had no fear venturing into the enemy’s territory, cintra remaining impartial, at least to the young king’s knowledge.