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Summary: Nymeria is the daughter of a Knight of Hadrian's Wall an isolated castle in the north not far from Winterfell. Her father Tristan is a Knight Sworn to protect the Lord of the Wall Arthur. Nymeria's Mother was also a Knight but she was killed During the battle for the iron throne...Leaving Nymeria to be raised by her father who has become over protective of her, not letting her leave the wall. Nymeria dreams of adventures beyond Hadrian's Wall and exploring Westeros.

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The flaps of the makeshift healer's tents were violently thrown open and the men surrounding the small cot at the back of the tent looked up at the intruder watching as all the colour washed out of his face as his eyes landed on the body lying on the cot.

"There is little the Sisters can do for her, the damage was too sever, I'm sorry" Dragonet solemnly spoke up placing his hand on Tristan's shoulder. Tristan took his eyes off of the pale face of his wife only to give Dag a hard look before moving out of his grip and to the cot, Kneeling down Tristan slowly reached out and took her small hand in his larger one, shocked at how cold it had already become.

"How long?" Tristan asked with a hard voice as he ran his other hand across her forehead moving a lock of her red hair from it.

"It's hard to tell..." Lancelot Began from the other side of the bed

"How Long" Tristan asked again

"An hour maybe a matter of minutes...we don't know" Gawain Murmured sadly. Slowly Samrin opened her eyes giving Tristan a small smile.

"I'm Sorry" Tristan murmured so only she could hear as the other knights moved to the front of the tent to give them some privacy.

"It's not your fault, My Love" Samrin told him her eyes welling with tears as she raised her hand to cup his cheek, running a thumb over his tattoos. Tristan closed his eyes and leaned his head slightly into her hand.

"Don't leave me" He whispered "Don't leave us"

"I don't want to...But I'm so tired" She murmured the tears now falling from her eyes.

"Stay with me"

"I will always be with you, both of you" Samrin smiled at Tristan "You can't get rid of me that easily...Take care of our baby, don't let her forget me"

"I won't I promise" Tristan reached up and took her hand from his cheek, bringing it to his lips.

"You were the best thing to happen to me" Samrin grinned "Kiss me?" Tristan gave her a small smile before leaning in and capturing her lips giving her a sweet kiss. He knew she was gone before he even opened his eyes. Grimly Tristan gently kissed Samrin's forehead before getting up and walking passed his brothers in arms, not looking at their grim faces or stopping to hear their sad words, he walked out of the tent. Leaving the battle behind him Tristan found his horse and mounted it, preparing for the long ride north to Hadrian's Wall to his now Motherless 5 year old daughter.

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Thank you for reading my little story, I hope you like it. I know it's a weird combination But I have been thinking about it writing it for a while now. Please Review I would love to hear your thoughts on the story! :)

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