Chapter 27

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ANTEA

Antea Stark had never been the sweetest girl like her sister Sansa was, but everything she was feeling since the recent events made her doubt of herself. She felt nervous and she didn't feel like talking properly as the Septa had always taught her. She felt hate towards the Lannisters for what they had done to Bran, for the unnerving mind of the Imp that had yet made a full of them, managing to escape to death with that cutthroat. That man had fought and won, so for the Gods the Imp was innocent. And that made her feel hate even towards them.

She was feeling more anger towards the Kingslayer since when a crow arrived at the Eyrie announcing that her noble Father had been hurt and his guards killed, but she felt wrath when words arrived announcing the King's death and her Father's arrest once they landed in White Harbor.

"Treason?" had exclaimed Antea once her Mother announced her what had happened in King's Landing "That's outrageous! Under what charges?"

"Words say he wanted the throne" Catelyn said clenching in her fist the cloth of her gown as Antea kept walking back and forth inside their room of the inn where they had stopped. Her hands on her hips, feeling trouble breathing as her corset had been bound too tightly around her chest.

"Lies, lies. They do nothing but lie!" exclaimed Antea.

"Don't speak too loudly" Catelyn warned her with a glare.

"Why should I?" she argued back with rage "I'm sick of Lannisters and their lies! Father would have never betrayed the King, he is no such man".

Antea observed her mother, she knew what she was thinking; treason was a gruesome accuse. Punishable by death.

"Are they trying to destroy our House?! Is that what they are aiming for?" she felt trembling with rage. She wasn't even feeling like crying, she was beyond that. She was tired of those games.

"I honestly can't understand what they are aiming to" Catelyn said trying to hide a worried tone "Such accusations will lead us all to war"

They were already close to war. They had been since the King's party left Winterfell. They had known no peace after those days. And Antea was fearing that they would no live happy days for a long time from that moment on.

"What of Sansa and Arya?" she asked with anticipations "And Father's men?"

Catelyn's look made her fear even more and the anger grew with it.

"They died?" the girl asked moving towards the window gripping the hard stone with her fingers.

"For your Father's men I can just assume the worst, but for your sisters..." Catelyn took a deep breath, trying to not cry thinking about her little girls.

"I pray for the Stranger to take the Lannisters' lives if someone else from my family is going to be hurt by them" Antea said with gritted teeth. She had sworn to all the Gods, Old and New that the Lannisters would have paid and now she wanted to see it done. They had crippled her brother, send a man to kill him; they had killed innocent Northerns, accused her Father and Lord, and only the Gods knew what was of her sisters.

"They are going to pay for all the offences".

"A thought shared by your brother" Catelyn said standing up, making her daughter to look towards her with a frown.

"What do you mean by it?" asked Antea.

"He has called the bannermen and he is marching South" at her mother's words Antea's eyes grown wide.

"He is getting South?" she felt like in a dream, Robb wasn't so far form them. Her mother nodded her head.

"Moat Cailin" Catelyn said "And there is where we are going"

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