This fanfiction will have quotes from A Song of Ice and Fire, and also I "stole" the religion of the Seven Gods because really this is the best thing ever. Also there will be some swearing. Please read and review!

Disclaimer: I don't own Harry Potter or A Song of Ice and Fire.

I sat in front of my mirror, and brushed my hair, quietly. Normally, my maid did this for me, but today, I had the desesperate need to have a little time to myself and my thoughts. Today had been a big day. I've met my fiancé. He's beautiful, tall, and strong. He has a blonde short hair, and soft, but firm, blue eyes. He's a commandant. He's the commandant of the town. I heard people in the street talking about our marriage. It made sense. The daughter of the richest man with the commandant of our town. We were perfect for each other. Our marriage will be in two weeks. It will be big, of course. I sighed, focusing on the mirror. I would even more, the center of the attentions. I'm eighteen. I should be married had been a long time. My friend, Elena, is seventeen, and is already married had been 3 years, and she already is a mother. But well, I didn't accepted most of the men who come to marry me. Not that I have so much of an option. But some men just don't see that special beauty on me. They want a pretty wife, of course. It's been 4 years since I've matured. Father has been looking for a husband for me since that day. I told him I would not accept being sold like a horse. I've got a slap in answer. You see, when I was fourteen, I was scared. I didn't want to be married to the men he offered me. Old, fat, completely disrespectful… They didn't look like the perfect husband for me. I've seen them in the feast that father organized. Touching, caressing the waitresses, and with a big cup of wine in the other hand. Men who only passions were alcohol and whores. Just like Elena's husband. And I didn't want a life like this for me. And I still don't.

Family. Duty. Honor. My mother always said that to me. But since she's gone, father decided that duty is in front of everything; even family. My duty was to be a nice wife. I could be that. I knew how to cook, I knew how to act on a feast, I knew how to dance, to read, to recite, to sew… Oh, I would be a lovely puppet. And I also knew – my cheeks turned into a slight red with the thought of it – how to please him.

"You have to please him." Said my father, grabbing me by the shoulders and shaking me, a few hours ago. "You have to please him, do you understand? I need his army."

Yes. This is the deal. Father gives me to Brandon. Brandon gives him an army. Even though my father didn't touch a woman in that way since my mother passed away, he's not stupid. He knew what man liked: a warm woman's body in their bed. I was still a virgin. I shiver at the thought of my wedding night. Family. Duty. Honor; Duty. Duty. Duty. I let out a deep breath. Not all women had such a bad luck like my friend Elena. Some even grew to love their husband.

I put my brush down, and face myself in the mirror. My scarlet hair is nearly acceptable. Instead of looking at myself for more time, I look at the window. There are nothing keeping me from the outside (except by the height) but I still feel trapped. Like a bird in the cage. I close my eyes, and whisper."Please, dear gods. Please save me from this marriage, from this future that waits for me. Give me a life of adventures."

I open my eyes, and then I heard it. A scream.

I got up and looked to the street. Things were on fire, women screamed in pain and despair, kids were crying, terrified. Swords collided and some men screamed a few moments before dying. Only one word crossed my mind. Pirates. I've heard thousands of stories about them. Monsters, who rape every women who is unfortunate enough to cross their way, and kill every living soul that get in the middle of his plans. They're thieves, rapist, killers. And they were in my city. The danger of the situation finally hit me. I snapped back from my window and looking for a place, any place, that I could hide. I went straight to my wardrobe and closed myself in it. I stayed silent, and prayed for all the seven gods for protection.

I heard drunk, mean laughter, and someone kicked the door of my bedroom. I hold down a scream successfully. I move myself quiet and slowly, so I can see through a tiny opening. They were a group of four men.

"Did you shut that little maid down, Moony?" asked of them, the tallest of them all, while looking around. He had long black hair, hidden in a headband, and had an earring in only one ear. He seemed drunk. His grey eyes had a mischievous glow, like this all mess he and his friends were causing was actually funny. He held his sword like he was ready to stab anyone who dares to stumble his way.

"Yeah." Replied the one that must be Moony. What a strange name. He didn't look as savage as the first one, but his face was full of scars, and his eyes showed no pity; he was as merciless as any of them. His hair was blonde. Not Brandon-type blonde. A dirty blonde, like he hasn't washed it in weeks. And for the smell, I think I was right. "Poor girl. I told her to tell us where the girl were, that I would her go. But she didn't tell me anything."

"Remus snapped her neck." Said the tiniest one. He looked afraid, like he didn't want to be there. I could understand him.

"Shut up, Wormtail." Said Moony, or Remus, with his eyes flickering dangerously. "And don't say my name here. We don't want it to match my pretty face in a "dead or alive" poster, do we?" He smiled humorless. "Anyway, we can find the girl by ourselves. You can't be that useless."

"You killed her?" barker the one with the headband. "You didn't let me fuck her, but you killed her?"

"Please, Padfoot. We aren't here to rape anyone." Said the last one, who were searching something in my draws, and now was slipping some of my jewelry into my pocket. He turned to the three men, and I finally could see his face. He was the completely opposite of Brandon. He had a messy brown hair, that I felt the need to try to make it look a little better, and big eyes that looked like the eyes of an eagle. He was also strong, and his sword wasn't in his hand. His eyes scanned the room. "We need the Evans girl." He said, finally, and I held my breath.

"Can I fuck her?" asked Padfoot.

"I am going to fuck you if you don't drop this." Said Moony.

"But she'll be a prisoner!" he protested.

"We're nice to prisoners." Replied Moony. Padfoot snorted. "Well, at least to important prisoners. Which you were not."

"Shut up, you two." Said the one with the messy hair.

"Who do you think you are to tell me to shut up, Prongs?" barked Padfoot, with a mix of laughter in his voice.

"I said shut up, I think I heard something."

The air got tense. I held my breath once again, not daring to make the tiniest move or breath.

"Enough with the joking." Said Moony. "Let's find her and go. We already loose too much time."

Each of them went for a place, to look for me. And Prongs came straight in my direction.

"That's it." I think to myself. "It's over."

The man opened the door, and grinned evilly when he looked at me.

The irony of the situation is so huge that I can't help but snore. I ask to the gods to give me a life of adventures, and they bring me pirates, who don't seem friendly at all.