A new land
Elaheh stood at the stern of the ship, she was taking a last look at the distant place she had called home for so many years past. She breathed out a soft sigh as the boat pulled into the dock and she knew that shortly she would be departing and making her own way in the new place.
Ever since they had reached the Northern waters of North Westeros she had felt the dramatic change in temperature, from cool to freezing, or at least freezing to a young woman who had spent her life in the warm sun of Braavos he whole life.
From the dock the captain shouted out her name and beckoned for her to come. She did as was told and began her way toward the gang plank, scooping up her belongings in her left hand and gripping the hilt of her sword with her right. She had the soft and delicate hands of a Lady, and so found it hard using her sword too often, as much as it felt like it was attached to her arm.
She pulled up her lavender purple hood and walked over to the captain who was stood holding out his hand. He was a tall man, towering over Elaheh, he had muscles bigger than any she had ever seen, looking as though he could lift her up with a single finger and toss her around like a rag doll. He had short black hair and a long beard.
Elaheh opened up her purse and pulled out a small hand full of silver coins, counting out the correct amount and handing it to the captain. In return he gave her a nod before strolling off, whistling his merry tune.
The captain had been good to Elaheh, he had only requested a small fee and had asked no questions of her and so there was no danger of him spreading about rumors of anything important to keeping her identity secret.
As soon as she was finished at the docks she headed into the town. It was a rather dull lifeless town, the only real interesting parts were all the sailors and their tales of strange lands and creatures, but she had no time for such things.
She made her way to the stables and purchased a dapple grey mare named Apple. The mare was strong and reasonably young. Elaheh left Apple in the stables while she continued around the town gathering supplies and anything else she needed.
Later in the evening she decided to stay in the town for the night and continue her journey in the morning at first light. She paid for a room for the night and decided to go down the bar for a drink.
The bar was full of boisterous men that stunk of beer and of salt from the ocean. The majority of them were larger than Elaheh and were all giving her looks.
She sat down at the bar and let out a soft sigh, "A glass of wine," she requested and watched as the serving girl trotted off to get her drink.
A short and rather broad man made his way over to Elaheh, sitting down in the seat next to her and staring at her intently. "What is a pretty girl such as yourself doing in a bar like this?" he asked grinning. His breath reeked of alcohol as he leaned forward and breathed in Elaheh's face.
"That is none of your concern sir," She responded dryly. Turning to glare at the man, but only managing to make his smile broaden.
"Come on now, no need for that," he answered, reaching toward her silver hair with his grubby hand.
Elaheh whipped around as fast as lightning, pulling out her dagger and holding it to his throat, knocking him from his chair in fright, causing the entire group of surrounding men and women to burst out in laughter. The man's face becoming more and more red by the second.
By now the waitress had returned with Elaheh's grass of wine, which she scooped up and downed in three gulps. She placed the payment on the table and stood up, leaving the men and heading back toward her room to the sound of laughter.
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The next morning Elaheh woke early to the sun shining through her window. She quickly climbed out of bed and dressed herself in her riding leathers and her long forest green cloak before heading down stairs to break her fast.
That morning she had a single slice of bread, two eggs and three strips of bacon, with a mug of milk to wash it all down with.
When she had finished she paid the owner and left for the stables. Her horse had already been saddled and was ready to go. She attached her belongings to the side of the saddle of added them to the saddle bag. She didn't have much, food water, blankets, cloths, some golden objects and her purse of silver and gold.
She mounted the smokey mare and led it out of the stable, pulling up her green velvet cloak to hide her silver hair. Her hair reached down to below her hips and was one of the biggest giveaways of her heritage, House Targaryan.
She was thought to be a surviving daughter of Rhaegar Targaryan despite the fact his daughter was killed and had had brown hair, she didn't even share anything in common with her alleged mother. She had been given to Viserys and Daenerys' carers in Braavos by a man they had never met, but her hair and her lilac eyes showed that she was truly a Targaryan in one way or another, though they were not sure who her real father and mother were.
Viserys had always scolded her for not being lady-like enough and acting as though she were a boy, playing with swords and play fighting. Eventually he had given up on her, not caring much for her welfare, so Elaheh soon decided to learn the arts of combat, excelling in sword fighting.
Elaheh tagged along with Viserys and Daenerys for most of her childhood until she turned thirteen at which time she left to live on her own, much to Viserys' disapproval and objection.
Now she was riding South-West, aiming to get as far south as she could, knowing winter was just around the corner and staying in the North was not such a great idea.
She trotted out of the town and once on the open road she broke into a speedy gallop down the road, heading in the direction of a place they called Winterfell.
How was the chapter? I know it isn't the best, but I need to start somewhere right? Once I get a little further into it I will make it quite a lot better. I think you all get the idea of where I am heading with this story, but please tell me what you think and if I should continue. Until next time, Enjoy!