Marienne's Game Of Thrones- Robb Stark

Mysterious Girl And Robb's Royal Letter

It has been a week since I rode from Kings Landing, searching for my sister with the map given to me by Varys.

And I fear I have lost my bearings. I am no longer on the right path, and have been galloping through the middle of nowhere for days now, my supplies running low as Varys estimated that I would have caught up to them by now.

"Slow, slow." I say to the horse, which slowly comes to a halt, as Warrior catches up to the side of the horse.

We look ahead, and I sigh as I think about my options.

A row of buildings stand tall next to each other, with a derelict look to them. Should I enter a home, and risk being seen?

I need the food.

Cersei has the entire South of Westeros hunting for me and a boy named Gendry, judging by the wanted posters scattered around the isolated villages that I have passed through on my travels.

Don't forget the multiple Gold Cloaks that have passed me, asking if I have seen myself. Thanks to Varys for the cloak, I am yet to be found.

I am near the border of the South by an hour or so I estimate, as the climate has slowly begun to decline. Soon I will be in the North, and hopefully one step closer to my sister.

And Robb.

I miss him dearly, and I have begun to wonder if I should search for him, instead of my sister. I am not sure what I would do if I caught up to her, as it is her fault for giving Peter Baelish all the information he needed to give to Cersei.

Either way, I am heading North. As far as I can get.

I stroke the mane on the horse as I bite my lip, staring at the houses. I trot the horse towards the houses, and slowly slide off of the side.

I tie it's reigns to the railing leading up to the nearest cottage, and stand at the front door.

I tap on the door slowly, waiting for one, two, three seconds. No reply. I pull my cloak fully over my face as I push against the knob of the door, and to my satisfaction, it twists open with a click.

Step by step, I enter the cottage, listening intently for any sounds of moving.

I hear heavy breathing, and assume it to be Warrior.

As soon as I am certain no one is inside the cottage, I bolt through the door, and over to the wooden cupboards on the opposite side of this small property, and open them speedily.

I grin as I scoop out all of the food from inside them, placing a cabbage and a few carrots in my now scarcely empty satchel.

"Stop there!" A loud, booming voice comes from behind me, and I look over my shoulder to see a large man with a barrel sized stomach walking towards me through the open door.

"I mean no trouble." I tell the man, yet I fear I have gotten too good at this in only a week. Committing immoral acts comes more easily to me now than ever before.

"Well, I do!" He yells back, grabbing a lit candelabra from the work bench beside him. He holds it up, and comes rushing towards me.

In a split second, I throw the satchel onto my back, and dodge the man as he collides with the now empty cupboards. He grunts, and I take this as my cue to run.

I sprint back out of the door, and I hear the pounding footsteps of the man behind me.

"Get back here, thief!" He screams at the top of his lungs, but I manage to swing myself onto the horse as he exits the front door.