Her new horse was nothing like the Silver. This beast was black as the darkest night and with a faint star. It was strong and solid like a rock but docile and silent.
"You are used to riding, right?" Robb spoke quietly, preparing his own horse. "We'll need to ride for a long time to be as far from here as we can by the end of the day."
She wanted to snap at him for how daring he was, for how he thought she was a girl who needed to be told what to think and do. She knew they were in danger and they needed to flee but what she hadn't known until then was that Ser Rodrik and Lady Catelyn weren't leaving with them.
"Large parties call more attention," the old, short and stout man grumbled.
Robb kept silently reading the horses and shot a look at her when she gazed her long dress. She was used to riding but not in the outfits ladies donned in the Seven Kingdoms and somehow she doubted her Dothraki clothes would be approved by people here.
Irri, Jhiqui and Doreah would ride as well but they weren't very confident about making the trip with just one man to look for them, much less when said man didn't look as built nor had long hair that proved his skills in battle. They were also afraid of Grey Wind, Robb's pet direwolf who followed him everywhere.
Daenerys chuckled to herself at hearing their protests.
"Need help?" Robb asked before mounting his horse.
She heaved a deep sigh and as learned, she mounted her horse with as much grace as she could, considering her dress, her height and the eyes on her.
"No, I don't," she retorted haughtily.
For the first time since she had seen him, she saw the shadow of a smirk on the Young Wolf's lips before he also sat astride his horse.
Approaching to her on horse, he pulled the hood of her cloak to cover her head and hide her face.
"Hair as white as yours is not common. Better keep it covered unless you want us beheaded before we make it out of here."
She huffed and tugged on the furs draped over his horse.
"Furs like these aren't common south of the Neck. We aren't hiding them."
"I'm not a Targaryen," he replied. "I could pretend to be anyone." His smirk disappeared under the shadow of his own hood as he pulled it up.
He soon was leading the way out of the city with her right behind him.
It would be a long trip and even more if she had to hear her handmaidens complain about her restricting dresses. She just hoped they would take care of the dragons each one of them carried in a basket attached to their horses. And that Robb wouldn't found out about them any time soon despite the many times Grey Wind sniffed the baskets.
