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Westeros narrated through three girls' eyes. Three girls very different from each other. Will they be able to survive in these times of war?
Follow Antea Stark, daughter of Lord Eddard, and Lady Catelyn Stark, warden of the North.
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ANTEA
Days had passed from the moment Antea's mother had been able to capture the Imp. Antea could still picture his shocked face and it gave her a sense of victory.
What's a man if he doesn't have honor? Lannisters didn't have honor and Tyrion Lannister made no exception.
They had been riding for days, but Antea didn't know where they were going. That wasn't the road that lead to Winterfell, but her mother refused to talk about that near the Imp, who had been blinded with a hood since they had left the inn in the Riverlands.
She had to admit she almost felt sorry for him when the rain was pouring and the fabric of the hood was so wet to stick against the man of Lannister's face. Sometime Antea turned to be sure he was still breathing. But then she remembered the dagger and what it was supposed to be done with it and suddenly she didn't feel that sorry anymore for the man behind it all.
"M'lady, is everything alright?" Marrillon asked riding next to Antea "Riding must be exhausting for you"
"I lived my life on the back of an horse" she said remembering all the times she had raced with Robb and Jon in the Wolf's Wood "I like riding more than walking"
Marillon laughed at that "I should create a story out of that"
It was exactly for this that Marillon had followed them. He said he had seen the beginning of an adventure and he wanted to see the end. His presence wasn't necessary but more men they had, the better.
Not many men had decided to follow the lady Stark, but they seemed loyal enough. Well not all of them.
Two of them were cutthroats, Antea didn't catch their names, but one of them loved to say what was on his mind everytime he could. She tried to stay as far away from him and his companion as she could.
Shadow fallowed the party unseen and when they were in the Riverlands she often went in the deep of the forest and cought them something to eat, but now they were surrounded by montains and it wasn't easy to find something. Nor for Shadow, nor for them. They had to eat even the Lannister's horse at some point.
It was maybe just after noon when the party stopped to take a rest, but her mother didn't give the order to unblind the little lord of Lannister. She just went to Ser Rodrick to talk to him. Antea wanted to know what they were saying so bad, but the situation was pretty serious and she didn't want to upset her mother, so she just set down with the other men who were talking to each other. While hearing their discussions, that went from hunting to their lords' holdfasts, Antea set there with a piece of parchment and a charcoals, she didn't even know why she brought them, maybe for an habit that she had with her little brothers. Especially Arya. When the two of them rode around Winterfell they stopped to rest or play and they usually draw what was before them and then they went back and Arya would show it to their parents. She described what they did like it had been an adventure. The thought of her little sister made her smile sadly. She would have liked to see her in King's Landing and hug her. She and Sansa too, of course.
