The King in the North

Part 1

I was a high born girl from Dorne but I was taken by slavers and managed to escape when I was young. I feared returning home so I traveled and met people along the way as I headed North. I met some good and many bad men along my journey but I finally ended up on a small farm up North. A kind family took me in and raised me and taught me the value of hard work. I always thought about my home and my family, and wondered what my life would have been like if I was raised as a lady but I was content as a farm girl. In a few days I will have to take the mules and a wagon down to Winterfell to deliver some grain and hay to help them for the winter that is coming. Normally my "father" would make the trip but age hasn't done him well and he can no longer handle the trip. Now that I am 18 I can handle myself quite well.

~A few days later~

It is the morning of my trip and with the help of my "mother" we are attaching the mule's harness to the wagon. My "father" does his best to load the wagon with the grain and hay and once I finish with the mules I go back and help him. After that I get into the wagon, my "mother" wraps a sheep skin cloak over my shoulders, kisses my cheek and sends me on my way. "Be safe my dear!" She calls out to me and I begin my trip. It won't take as long as I had thought as Winterfell is only a few leagues away. I shivered feeling the cool winter breeze, my long dark hair being blown all over the place. I adjusted my my sheep skin cloak trying to get as warm as possible. The ride went fairly quick as in just a few days passed and I was now approaching Winterfell for the first time, my eyes lighting up. For some reason it looked more homely than Dorne from what I could remember and it sent shivers down my spine. "Woahhh..." I said I said softly to my mules as we stopped in front of the gates as they began to open. My hand reached up to my face to move stray hairs away as my eyes focused on the inside of Winterfell. "Walk on now." I mumbled to my mules to enter and once we got in men came over to take the mules to let them drink and feed. Others coming to take the grain and hay. As my dark brown eyes darted from my mules to the back of the wagon, a hand reached out towards me and a deep northern voice said "Welcome my lady." I looked at who the voice belonged to as I placed my hand in his only to see the King of the North, Jon Snow.