The weather was much different the further north one went. Having lived in Highgarden all her life it was easy to feel like this weather was very cold. Myrissa would have never expected to travel this far from her home before and the possibility of marrying and living even father than this scared her. It was a months travel from the north to Kings Landing, and she could only imagine how much farther it would take to get to her home. Seeing home again was very doubtful to her, if things went the way her family wanted it to. Whether she wanted it to go that way was debatable.

First they had taken a couple of ships to get to the Riverlands. Myrissa found that a less than enjoyable ride. Apparently boats and her just didn't mix. Sea sickness was something she hoped to never have to experience again. The whole time she had pretty much been stuck in her little cabin in fear of throwing up again if she went out onto the deck. Her sister had been kind enough to look after her. She was sure Margaery would have rather spent her company with someone a little more active and less gloomy.

After a few days of being off the boat she did feel much better. Traveling by horse didn't exactly help much though. At least she was feeling better now and more like her old self. Ironically enough it gave her more time to worry about and meeting with the northern army to try and make an alliance. Part of her hoped it just wouldn't work out but the other part knew it was a good way for her family to go about taking the iron throne without having to deal with, and marry into, the Lannister family.

The thought of her sister, or even herself, marrying Joffrey made her shudder. She had heard the whispers of what Little Finger had said about the Lannisters and the boy king. It wasn't good, that was for sure. And now with Renly dead they needed someone else to side with. The lions probably would have been the best choice if they wanted to share the throne with them instead of getting to choose who they would marry her sister as her consort.

It took about five days to travel by boat there and now another three days before reaching the camp that the army was currently staying at. There group was only a couple dozen soldiers aside from herself, her brother and sister, and a couple of maids for the two of them. Marg had insisted and didn't think it was proper for two highborn women to travel that far without companions to see to their needs. Leave it to her older sister to make sure they were well taken care of. The rest of the soldiers were back in the south waiting to see if they were even needed to come. Why waste that much money to travel so many soldiers if there was no deal made?

Myrissa sometimes felt like her sister was much smarter than her about this world and the way women navigated themselves in it to get to power. Being the youngest, and a girl, had never been easy. Their grandmother always focused more time on her eldest granddaughter because she was the one they always expected to get the best marriage as far as political standings went, and also as far as elevating herself in the line of nobility. She was the one expected to marry some high lord and be the lady of a great castle. While she, of course, knew they'd go for a good match for her as well but it felt wrong for them to try and marry her before Margaery got married again.

Still she could remember the conversation they had one night on the ship.

"It feels wrong," she had murmured, glancing over to her sister in the dim lighted room. Her stomach had been wavering again which was why she had been laying down while Marg sat at her bedside.

"What does?" Seeing as she randomly had started talking, she probably couldn't even begin to guess why she was saying that. She could have been talking about her sickness for all her sister knew.

"What we're doing. You should be married again first before I am. It's not right for me to have a husband while you don't."

"Don't talk like that," Margaery had hushed her. "I'll be fine," she had smiled. "All will work out, you'll see. You'll be Queen of the North while I'll rule the south. As Queen I'll have more choice over who I marry." As if you don't already. Our grandmother would never agree for you to marry someone horrible, she had thought. "If anything I'm getting the better end of this deal," her sister laughed.

"What if he doesn't accept? Or what if he doesn't like me? He might refuse because he's already promised to someone else."

"Myrissa." The more stern and mothering tone was apparent in her voice. "The country is at war. Each side needs more men. We can provide more than the Freys can. The Starks are honorable but the north needs more men if they want to win. They'll realize that."

"Your right," she murmured in response. While she still had her doubts, her sister was making some sense.

Loras was leading the way as they came within sight of the battle camp set up. It looked so similar to when she had visited Renly's. But she had only seen it after his death and the army was scattering. The only real big difference was the different colors. Here was mostly dull reds and grey's for House Stark whereas Renly's camp had the colors of House Baratheon. Immediately Myrissa started feeling more nervous by the minute as thoughts kept running through her mind. What if the north didn't accept? What if he was displeased with her and that's why they didn't? Or what if he did because of needing more men but then found himself disappointed after they were married?

Feeling her sisters gaze she glanced over. It almost felt like she was eyeing her to see if she was okay. Forcing a smile she tried to look like she was completely fine and not thinking of everything bad that could go wrong. If this didn't work she wondered what her family would even do next. Maybe stay out of the war like The Vale and preserve their food and gold. That would be the smart thing to do.

As they grew closer there were shouts to alert the rest of the camp of their presence. Her tension grew immensely. How were they going to react by them being there? They hadn't exactly sent a raven that they were coming in case Stannis or the Lannisters might have intercepted it and tried to retaliate before they could come here. Or even attack their home while they were here. There were plenty of men still back there, but still. A couple of the guards haulted them demanding to know what they wanted and why they were here.

"We seek an audience with the King," Loras told them.

Should I continue? No? I'm torn between this (a Tyrell) or possibly writing something about a Lannister or Targaryen. Please let me know your thoughts!