False prophet ♘ Jojen Reed // G.O.T

Chapter two; wildling

Beatrice

His little head was resting on my shoulder as dawn awoke from its rest. Bran was carried by Hodor and Osha saw to the matters of not letting those stubborn wolves run away.

The moors of Winterfell a distance away, I can already see the smoke settling on them, making the whole area around the woods seem dreary. We barely escaped with our lives this time, it was a treacherous job and the journey will be far more dangerous.

After seeking refuge at house Bolton, I found my way back to Winterfell. Theon was a long way off the deep end and had seized Winterfell for himself, gladly I was immediately returned to my brothers and we were held captive for quite some time. By the time we had escaped, I had decided that it would be best if we headed first to castle black, where our bastard brother Jon Snow resides.

I had seen many unspeakable things along my way, men being killed, woman being raped, but nothing as painfully dreadful as returning home and watching my people being picked up as if they were pigs in a slaughterhouse and being mercilessly killed.

Beatrice, begging for mercy again, in stead of begging for my father's life I was begging for my people's.

Beatrice, having to flee again.

Beatrice, loosing all hope.

Beatrice, abandoning her castle and not standing her ground.

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Rickon awoke from his deep slumber and looked frightened as always. The little lad hasn't been able to sleep peacefully in days. Resting against my back is not the most pleasant way to rest after all, sadly for now it is going to have to suffice.

" Are milady and the little lord hungry ?," Osha asked with her voice soft and thin. The odor of our unwashed bodies filled the air around our horse. We hadn't seen fresh water in what seemed like days, luckily the cold masked the horrid smell we had created.

" Famished actually, do we have any apples left from Barrowell ?," I asked in return, balancing Rickon's head on my shoulder as I did so.

" Yes milady, but I think it best for us to make camp somewhere around here," she answered graciously pulling out an apple from one of the pockets of the horse's saddle and handing it to me.

" I agree with Osha Beatrice, it would be for the better," Bran followed, Hodor, the giant man nodding to his opinion. Bran had barely spoken more than three words to me since we left Winterfell, although he never told me why. It could have been the matter of me abandoning my sisters to flee the Capitol and find my brothers, or for a reason letting our father die. He felt it in his bones that I did not try hard enough to save him, who was I to blame ?.

I sighed as my hair fell against my bare collar bone and brought warmth to my neck. " Alright then, your ideas are always brilliant all the more," I sarcastically answered. Osha grunted and ordered our horse to stop in its tracks.

We decided it would be for the better if we hid under the canopy of the trees, they would provide enough cover and shelter to last us the night. I have no interest of Theon's or anyone's garrison finding us.

I counted the days we had been on the run, and altogether we have been traveling for a week at the most. Castle black was as estimated another month away, possibly longer.

I looked at my blurry reflection in the glare of the apple and took a bite of it, it was sweet and rendered a calmness over me, I always thought of things better on a full stomach. I threw the remaining seeds away onto the ground, making a wish as I did so. My mother had told me when I was a little las that it would bring good luck, luck is one thing we have been lacking lately.