"The Wolf, the Stag and the Snake" book 1

Capitolo 15

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ANTEA

They were finally haeding North. Antea couldn't wait to see the dark stones of Winterfell again, feeling the cold wind against her cheeks and the light mist all around her. Breathing the air of home.

She could already picture Robb running at the gate. Antea would gave him the biggest hug she had ever gave. He would for sure have Rickon and their direwolves on his heels and Antea would pick up her little brother and cover him of kisses, while their pups would play together at their feet. Certainly there would be even Theon Greyjoy wearing his usual smile on his face, she would hug him too. Then she would run to Bran hoping to find him awake and smiling at her like always, Antea would not leave his chamber for days, she could already see it. And of course with him she would find her best friend Cyel. She couldn't wait to arrive there and see them all, she missed even master Luwin and his lessons.

A drop fell on her cheek and Antea look up to the grey sky full of clouds "You should cover your heads, my ladies" Ser Rodrick said glaring at the rain.

Antea cover her hair immediately with the hood of her dark cloack but her mother smiled "It's just water, Ser Rodrick" she replied gently.

The girl studied her mother's face, she was smiling relaxed. Antea didn't know she liked the rain, she had never let her or her brothers to play outside while it was raining, her mather always said it was too cold. Antea always thought she didn't want for them to get dirty with mud, but looking at her face it was like she had wait a life time to ride in the rain. Of course that water was very different from the one falling down from the skyes of the North. That rain was gentle and Antea felt it barely on her face. She wondered what her mother was thinking about right now.

"I'm soaked through. Even my bones are wet" Ser Rodrick said and Antea smiled at him trying to dry his face with his wet gloved hand.

"Maybe we need a fire and a hot meal" Antea proposed, making her mother turn to her "I'm worried about our Ser Rodrick" her mother smiled playfully while they both looked at the man who gave out a light laugh.

"You got me there, my lady" he replied.

Lady Catelyn smile at her daughter "Well, in this case" she started "There is an inn at the crossroads up ahead".

Her mother must knew, those lands were her father's, lord Hoster Tully of Riverrun. Antea and Robb were born in Riverrun, during the Rebellion of Robert Baratheon. Antea and her brothers had been in her mother's former home few times, not many, but they have. She wondered if they would have stopped at the castle, but deep down Antea hoped not, she wanted to go home.

"I don't know, my lady" Ser Rodrick said wistfully "Probably a small holdfast would be better, if we wish to remain unknown" could someone figure who we really are?

Well, not Antea for sure. But could they all really remember lady Catelyn Tully?

It had been years since she had been there and Antea was sure that not many high lords stopped by an inn, someone maybe, but not all of them could have ever seen her mother. As many northerner's lords had ever seen Antea.

"They will just see three mud-spattered travelers, wet and tired" her mother said with confidence "I think we shall be safe at the inn. No one will suspect that I am the daughter of their lord liege" her mother was right, they were cover in so much dirt that she couldn't recognize herself when she looked at her reflection in the water, riding for days do that to people. She loved riding so much.