Hidden | Jon Snow

III

     While Emily was in her bath, her mind kept racing back and forth thinking about her mother and father. Her father is sitting in one of the cells in his own home.

     She felt shame while soaking in her warm bath being cleaned by a handmaiden, while her father lay in mud with criminals and traitors surrounding him. Emily stood up and stepped out of the bath dripping wet. The handmaiden started dressing her in a dark blue dress.

     Having a different handmaiden was so strange to Emily. Cele has been there as long as she could remember. Cele did everything for her and now she could either be dead or alive.

     A knock on the door caused her to snap out of her thoughts. A guard entered.

     "King Robb requests your presents in the main hall, I am to escort you there," he said in a dull voice.

     Emily got up from her seat without a word, and started walking down the corridor toward the main hall. She entered being greeted by King Robb standing at his end of the table. Food was on the table waiting to be eaten, she hadn't noticed how hungry she was.

     "Welcome, m'lady. You must be hungry," he said with a smile on his face. She stared walking to her place.

     "My father. Where is he?" She asked sitting down at her place by the opposite end from his seat.

     "Your father is a traitor for supporting the Lannisters, and betraying the North," he said firmly, while he sat down after Emily took her seat.

     "I support the Lannisters as well. Why am I not in a cell like my father," she asked, still not touching her food.

     "That is all you have known. You haven't gotten a chance to speak your mind or find your own opinion," he explained to her.

     Every word he said was true. All she could remember was how the Lannisters were the good, and the Starks bad. Her mother explained it like that when she was young, but she still didn't understand.

     "The Lannisters would do so much worse to a traitor, rather then simply put him in a cell," he said to her sincerely.

     "Now please eat," he said to her pointing at her food that was untouched. They ate in silence.

     "Has my father eaten anything since-," she started to explain, then she heard silver ware drop on the plate which meant he was getting angry at her.

     "M'lady, Lord Fred is my prisoner, but no harm is coming to your father," he said looking at her. A few minutes passed before Emily spoke again.

     "I wanted to thank you for treating me like your guest, rather than a prisoner. Your hospitality has been very nice," she said genuinely, looking at him with a small smile.

     "Your acting more lady-like rather than when we first meet hours ago," he said curiously. "What are you planning?" He asked slowly walking towards her.

     Emily knew she had to escape. Her mind had been racing thinking about how she could permanently disappear. If she left her home, she would most likely never see her father again. She has to see him one last time before she escapes.

     "To be honest your majesty. I have been so worried about my father," she forced tears to come out of her eyes. She started sobbing."Please, can I see him. I just need to know he is safe," she started sniffling and felt tears run down her cheeks.

     She could tell by Robb's facial expressions, he was uncomfortable with her crying out of nowhere, but he felt sympathetic. He rested his hand on her shoulder to try to comfort her.