After Arya had ran off, I scoured the tree tops for signs of smoke. The constant looking over my shoulder was slowing me down, but I had to know if she was okay. Shireen was a madwoman.
I was supposed to wait on Arya in Flea Bottom, but what if she never came back? What if the siege began and I was forced to leave her behind? The Starks (what little of them were left) would hate my family forever. Worse, I would lose my only friend.
Suddenly, a wolf leapt out of the woods. It was a large, beautiful grey wolf. I was scared at first, thinking I had made it this far just to be mauled to death by a wolf, when the creature just stared at me and I knew. The Starks were blood of the wolf.
The wolf walked beside me the entire way. The Kingswood was a dark, intimidating place, not to mention the threat of an entire army at my back. I was grateful for Arya's wolf.
Flea Bottom was just in my line of sight. My heart swelled at the visage of my own home. It had been years since I had seen the place. It wasn't beautiful, it was far from it. The place stank of shit and gods know what else and everyone was incredibly poor. My lovely mother used to take care of them, but ever since her death the city had returned to poverty. I was determined to change that when - if - I ascended the Iron Throne. They would make me take a wife for a Queen. I knew no noble women; I had been on the run for far too long. Then a thought crept into my mind: Arya. Marrying Arya would bring the justice she deserved. Only if she agreed, of course. I'm tired of the way my family forces people to do things. It was time for a change. The people of Westeros need a King who can erase the damage done by the Kings before me.
My thoughts were interrupted by distant clamoring. I turned back to see a thick blanket of smoke. Damn you, Arya for being so clever. The fire would hopefully alert Kings Landing into realizing there was an incoming siege. However there was no time to celebrate, I had to run.
I took off at lightning speed. The wolf was sprinting along at my side. In the distance I could see Kingsguard peering over the large gate. I could only imagine what they thought of a little boy running towards the gates with a large wolf, but they had to see the smoke. They had to.
I said a quick prayer for Arya. I prayed to every damn god I had heard of that she would return to me in Flea Bottom.
I finally reached the gates, but it was then that I realized I had made a mistake. I couldn't tell the Kingsguard my true identity or I would never be able to meet Arya. They would escort me to the castle immediately.
"Identify yourself!" The guard called.
"Colliff, Ser! There's an army behind me, I'm just seekin' shelter!" I prayed the guard was new and wouldn't recognize the name of the lost Prince's horse.
"An army you say? What banners do they march under?"
"A stag, I believe!"
"Seven hells did your father never teach you the Houses, boy? Come on in, but don't cause any trouble or tell what you saw."
Smiling, I entered the place I had been running from for years. My home.
