A Pack of Wolves ( Book One - 'The Rebellion') / Game of thrones

Chapter 13

"Why are you all the way here in front dear sister? Hiding from a certain Blackfish?" Reyna rolled her eyes at Brandon's remarks as she continued to look in front of her.

"No dear brother, can I not simply enjoy riding in front, it is more peaceful." Reyna kept looking forward as her brother smirked.

"Well that's all good and well, But Blackfish is trotting to the front as we speak, I suggest you make a break for it." Reyna turned her head and met her brother's calm exterior with wide eyes, evidently shocked and mortified.

"You could have told me sooner!" Reyna made a move to spur Roshyn on but was interrupted.

"Lady Stark! I would not have thought you to be all the way here in the front! If you don't mind I have also come to join in on the fun here!" Reyna was too late, Blackfish pulled up his horse next to her and Roshyn and gave her a grin.

"Of course not! there is more than enough room!" Brandon remarked to Reyna's dismay.

The trio was quiet, barring Blackfish trying to make small talk with the two Starks, and Reyna could have screamed in joy when she saw the silhouette of Harrenhal in the distance.

"Finally, we are here! I couldn't last traveling for another minute." Reyna spurred Roshyn on, passing her father along the way and sending him a wave as she smiled with her hair flying in the wind and cloak leaving a green streak as she passed.

She made it to the front of Harrenhal soon and paused.

The once burnt and dilapidated Castle was now restored thanks to whoever the benefactor of this Tourney was, the grounds seemed as if it had been completely redone just for this Tourney, especially with red roses lining the sides of the castle and other newly planted flowers decorating what use to be barren and burnt land.

There were tents and banners of the other houses proudly on display for all to see all over the front of Harrenhal.

There was an area for tourneys also set up and on the far end of the field was a red and black tent with the banner of the fierce three-headed dragon.

The Targeryans.

It seems the King had come, the letter was true.

It was time to move on with the plan.

Reyna made her way through the campsite to an open spot, waiting for her family and the Tullys to make their way to the area.

Once they were there the real work began. There was a flurry of activity as the tents were set up and Reyna immediately made her way to her tent with Shyam close by.

She began scrawling a letter and as usual, attached to a raven without letting anyone notice her doing so.

Reyna then slipped out of the camp, ignoring her brothers who offered to go with her, simply saying she had Shyam.

She headed for the babbling brook that ran nearby, continuously looking over her shoulder.

As she approached a tree engraved with her pseudonym's sigil she grinned and pulled her cloak to cover her face.

"The ravens battle the Dragons." She heard a person, also cloaked, state as he appeared.

"The flock pecks them apart," she answered back, keeping her head hidden. She studied her informant, he was tall, muscular and he had a deep, soothing voice.

He came from a wealthy family, his cloak held with gold chains and the cloak looked like an expensive black velvet. She couldn't make out the finer features of his face as he kept it hidden as she had hers. He was at least two heads taller than her and his frame was lean and muscled.

"It is an honour to finally meet you. I have done as you have instructed. The Lords will meet at the celebration, which should help cover the plotting." The man stated and Reyna grinned.

"What have you heard of the Dragon Prince? I must also meet with him urgently. He must not misunderstand my intentions if the rebellion goes as planned." Reyna lowered her voice and did a quick scan of the area. There was a pause from the man.

"The Dragon Prince stated he shall call on you. I believe he knows your intentions." The man took a step towards Reyna and without her expecting it he lowered his head to her ear, Reyna's breath catching in her throat as her hand moved to her dagger that she had hidden as a precaution.

"He seems interested in all your ideas. Keep your head about you, Grey Raven." The man then turned and left abruptly, Reyna's nerves calming as she took more breaths and hesitantly removed her hand from her dagger.

Reyna could still not make out who the strange informant was, but he did not carry himself as a palace servant would, and the cloak he wore, was not a cheap cloak at all.

Quizzically she mulled over what he said.

The Dragon Prince would call on her? He was interested in her ideas?

Reyna's brows furrowed more as she continued to mull over the stranger's words.

She would have to be patient and have faith in her plan and her loyal followers.