FIRE MEETS GASOLINE ↠ RHAEGAR TARGARYEN

SOMEWHERE I BELONG

"Wind and words. Wind and words. We are only human, and the gods have fashioned us for love. That is our great glory, and our great tragedy."

- Aemon Targaryen

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Chapter three

Somewhere I belong

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High Heart – Three Days later

It was still dark out when she made the decision to leave her tent. A shuddered breath left her small body as she shuffled around, her eyes wide as she looked around, hoping that she wasn't going to run into anybody. Looking around, she noticed all of the fires have died down, and no movement was detected which made absolute sense.

The sun was in the middle of rising, everyone was sleeping.

House Tully had sent a raven out approximately two days ago announcing that they will ride out to High Heart immediately. They were set to arrive today in the afternoon and then they will all ride out to Harrenhal, and by the grace of the gods, they should be there in about two days. It was exciting, their party was buzzing with excitement, well, hidden excitement. Northmen aren't fans of showing emotion publicly.

With shaky hands, Seraphina made her way past the tents, making sure to be quiet and to the point, and as she passed their family's bannermen, the banners caught her attention and she used it as a mantra to calm her racing heart.

House Bolton – flaying man, "Our blades are sharp."

House Cerwyn – black battle-axe, "Honed and ready."

House Karstark – a white sunburst, "The sun of winter."

House Mormont – a black bear, "Here we stand."

The other eight houses loyal to House Stark couldn't make it, all of them having other affairs to attend too, which was fine by all of them. They couldn't leave the North too empty, plus, nobody wanted to deal with The Umber's, they were a hotheaded bunch.

Loud gasps escaped the poor girl as she pushed branches and bushes out of her way. She moved quick and fast, but her eyes were clouded, they weren't really there. Her mind told her where to go as she moved around, avoiding every little ditch on the floor that she couldn't have possibly seen or known about since the sun had yet to illuminate the whole forest, and she has never been to High Heart ever for her to know the in's and outs of it.

For a couple of minutes, she continued to walk until she reached a lovely clearing covered in flowers, most predominately – red roses. The flowers were everywhere and they circled the small pond that was perfectly placed in the middle of the clearing. In the middle of the clearing stood a small woman. She was very short – a dwarf, and had long white hair that was touching the floor. She was pale and had red eyes. She had a gnarled black cane and she stared directly at her.

"Daenys Fireborn." She announced, and she wobbled over, getting closer to Sera.

"That's not my name." Seraphina said, her eyebrows furrowed as she met the older woman half way. "Who are you? Do you need help?"

The elderly woman grinned, showing her yellowed teeth, her red eyes flashing with amusement. "It is, it is your given name." She murmured quietly, for Sera ears. "A dragon and a wolf, a dangerous thing to be. The woman of ice and fire, the forbidden fruit." The woman drawled, taking small steps over to Sera, who felt like she could no longer move, her red eyes forcing her to stay in place.