Born in Flames || Game of Thrones

Chapter XLI ''Winterfell''

The last few weeks hadn't been easy for her, not only because of spending them on the road, but also because of the feeling of rejection. She didn't quite understand why, after all, she was surrounded by a lot of people, she had people to talk to. Even with the person who most likely made her feel this way, she exchanged at least a few sentences every day. However, it was a friendly relationship and it didn't seem to be changing.

The stopover in Harrenhal wasn't long, as everyone managed to get along quite well. She kept her word. She could already see the destination on the horizon, she didn't even have to look above the Unsullied marching in front of her in a row, because she was sitting on the back of a horse.
It was the first time she had been this far north and she was silently grateful for the warm, fur clothes. The coat didn't differ much from what she had been wearing every day for the past months. The style wasn't anything new, nor was the color - it was black, with red fur in the places where it was embossed, and that was the only color accent.
The hair was different. It was exceptionally high, pinned up in a bun of several braids, and only one strand on each side of the face was left loose. On the other hand, nothing covered the silver chain that - as was often the case - ran diagonally across her chest. The decoration in her hair was equally unchanging, and it would probably match with the rings, if not for the fact that the gloves covered her hands anyway.

She looked to the side without turning her head and cast a rather cold glance at Robb, who wasn't even looking at her at the moment. However, many people who had gathered along the road passing through the village were giving her very intense looks. She felt judged by them in every possible way, although she hadn't said a single word to them. They had only seen her in passing, but she knew that they would talk about her among themselves - and not necessarily in a positive way - if they weren't already.

She moved her gaze to the building on the horizon, trying not to worry about the glances, although it wasn't easy. It reminded her of the moment when she entered King's Landing,  similar feelings accompanied her then. Even though she hadn't come here as a conqueror.

She couldn't focus on the castle, which she had long wanted to see and compare with the great buildings she had already had the opportunity to see: the Red Keep, Dragonstone, Harrenhal and the Pyramids in Meereen. Involuntarily, she began to look at people again, her gaze shifting between them all the time.

"I warned you that northerners don't much trust outsiders."

She turned her head and looked at Robb, who seemed to want to comfort her after the hostile stares she was receiving. It didn't help much, although it was nice that he hadn't forgotten that she was riding on his left. She tried not to think about the fact that they had barely spoken today. He was probably glad that he was finally going home. She hadn't let him come back whenever he wanted, despite her insisting that he wasn't her prisoner.

He could have disobeyed her. Once they had left Dragonstone, he and ser Davos could have taken horses and left, no one to watch them, they didn't need their ship back. But he stayed. Partly because it looked better that they were coming together, riding side by side.

Despite the fact that he himself felt judged that once again there was a strange woman at his side.

"Especially when there are rumors about this strange woman having horns and a tail." she replied jokingly, trying to distract her thoughts from the unpleasant reaction of those around her. She looked over at him just in time to see him giggling.

"It is said I turn into a wolf at night and eat the entrails of my enemies." he quoted one of the things he had heard about himself during the war, to respond in the same spirit.

She smiled at this absurd rumor. She felt a little more confident, so despite feeling rejected earlier, she wanted to tease him about this turning into a wolf at night. Funny, for most of her life she was not in the mood for jokes, and it was not surprising considering what this life was like.
Daario liked to joke with her, it was with him that she picked up on his good mood and sometimes teased and joked with him.