A/N: So here is the second chapter. Much longer than the first. This takes place a few years before the show or books. I know in the books they are 14, and the show, 16, but here they will be a bit older, as I'm not comfortable writing some so young. Right now Jon and Robb are 16, and will be 18 or 19 when the series starts. It's a bit of a slow start, but stick with me y'all it's gonna get good. Reviews always wanted. Lots of love, enjoy~
Amane woke with a start, her head throbbing. She groaned and rolled over, yelping as she fell. She hit the floor with a thud, and groaned once again.
"My lady!" She heard a concerned voice and looked up. She had no idea who the woman who seemed so worried for her was. She had brown hair pulled into a braid, and a plain gray medieval dress on. She came to the side of Amane and helped her up. Amane noticed she had once been on a bed, before she hit the floor. "Are you injured, my lady?" Amane looked at the woman. There was concern in her brown eyes.
"Do I know you?" Amane asked, standing and stepping back to distance herself from the woman as she looked around the room.
"No my lady. I am Syla, your handmaiden." Amane was in a dark room with stone walls. The room was quite large, with a bed and fireplace, which crackled brightly and heated the room. There was also a screen blocking a corner, and several other pieces of furniture in the room. Amane had never seen the room before. Panic started rising in her chest.
"H-handmaiden?" She asked, her green eyes finding the woman's browns ones.
"Yes, my lady" she nodded in confirmation. "Is there anything I can help you with?" Amane moved around the woman.
"Out. I need to get out." Amane said to herself more than the woman, heading for the door.
"My lady I don't think that is a good idea." Amane didn't listen to Syla, and quickly opened the door and left the room.
"My lady!" She heard her call after her, but Amane was already making her way through the stone hallways, trying to find a way out. The halls seemed to be like a maze. She didn't know where she was going, but she made each turn with such speed and purpose the few people she passed didn't try and stop her. Every now and again she would glance out a window to see if she were any closer to a door that she could see.
Finally she came across a door that lead outside, and she drew in a deep breath of the fresh air. She stood on a balcony, that overlooked a training area. Down below she could see two men she recognized from yesterday sparring in the area with swords. On the balcony were two people who appeared to be watching the two below. None of them had noticed her yet, and she slowly made her way to the stairs that led to down below, hoping they wouldn't notice.
"My lady!" The woman from earlier yelled from one of the windows a little ways down, catching the attention of everyone in the courtyard. Amane winced as the two people on the balcony looked in her direction, confused as to what the woman was yelling at. The eyes of the man she recognized as Lord Eddard Stark landed on her, as well as the blue eyes of the red haired woman next to him. Amane turned quickly, to move further down the stairs, but the dark haired boy from before stood a few steps below her. She silently wondered her chances of barreling past him, but he raised an eyebrow, a slight look of humor in his eyes, as if wondering if she would really try.
"Lady Hufflepuff, I see you are awake. How is your head?" Lord stark's voice came from behind her. Amane sighed and turned to face him, walking up the two steps she had managed to get down.
"It hurts." She was blunt about it, as she didn't see the point in being polite. She didn't know where she was, or how she got there. She just wanted to get home.
"I am sorry about that. Theon will be spending the next week as a stable boy for it. I didn't want you to be harmed. This is my wife, Lady Catelyn Stark." The smile in his face when he introduced her told her just how much he loved the woman beside him.
"Lady Hufflepuff. It is a pleasure to meet you. My dear you must be freezing. We should get you inside!" Her words were kind, concern in her voice. But Amane still panicked, her eyes darting to the nearby door, and then to the stairs behind her, where the dark haired man stood, silently blocking any escape. Amane did notice Lady Catelyn look at him, with a look that could only be described as contempt.
"No thank you. I wish to go home." Amane said, her feet itching to run. Lady Catelyn seemed to notice. She sent a glare to the boy behind her.
"Snow, you are scaring her. Please leave." Her voice was curt. And Amane noticed the somber look in the dark haired lads face and he nodded and descended the stairs, but didn't move far from them, she noticed.
"Lady Hufflepuff. I will be glad to send you to your home with an escort, but I'm sure your parents would be quite furious if we sent you home cold, sick, and on an empty stomach. Why don't you come inside, and we will get you a cloak, some food, and maybe some shoes." Her voice was kind. But Amane was still antsy.
"I don't know-" she started to refuse, but lord stark interrupted her.
"Why don't we first go look at a map, you can show us your home, and then we can tell you how long it would take to get you there." He said with a soft smile Amane glanced behind her once again. She probably wouldn't be able to get past the man at the bottom of the stairs. So she looked back at the Starks and nodded. Lady Stark smiled as she reached for Amane's arm, before guiding her inside. All three walked silently as they led her through the maze of a castle. Finally they arrived at a set of double doors and went in, revealing a large room with nothing but a large table with a map on it in the middle. Amane walked closer, looking down at the map.
"So tell us, dear. Where are you from?" Lady Catelyn asked.
Amane could feel the panic once again. In her head, Amane could picture every detail of her home. What her house looked like. The yard. The houses on the street. The cute diner in downtown. Her family's house, that was just a few blocks away. But names. No matter how hard she tried, she couldn't remember the names. Not her town. What country. Or even the name of the street she lived on. As she tried harder to remember, she groaned in pain softly as she grabbed her head. Trying to remember was giving her one hell of a headache.
"Lady Hufflepuff? Are you alright?" Lady Catelyn asked, a concerned look on her face as she watched the girl in front of them. She stepped closer to her, reaching out to comfort her, but Amane held up a hand, stopping Catelyn.
"I'm fine," Amane said as she lowered the hand from her face and looked at the Starks. "I'm just having a hard time remembering. I got quite the head pain when I tried." Ned and Catelyn looked at each other, confused looks on their faces. Amane looked at the map once again.
"I will go fetch maester Luwin." Catelyn said, heading for the door.
"Maester luwin?" Amane echoed her words as Catelyn left the room.
"Yes. He is the best in the north. He should be able to tell if something ails you. Or if something might be causing the loss of memory." Ned clarified, looking at the girl sadly. He wondered just what had happened to her, that caused her to be alone in the woods, in only a dress, and with memory loss. His lips formed a grim line. Nothing good.
"Look, thank you for everything. But I really should be going." Amane said, slowly inching towards the door.
"Where?" Amane stopped at his words. "You can't point to your home on a map. How do you expect to find it wandering around outside, alone, cold, and defenseless?" Amane sent a glare at his words.
"I am not defenseless." She snapped back, causing Ned to laugh for the first time since he met her.
"I guess that is true. Robb will be feeling that blow to the nose for a few days. And Jon's jaw is already starting to bruise. And Theon may never have heirs. But we weren't trying to hurt you, lass. I don't imagine you will have so much luck when men come at you armed." Just as he finished, the door to the room opened again, and Catelyn came in, followed by a man in brown robes with grey hair. He smiled kindly at her.
"My Lady" he bowed his head respectfully. "I am Maester Luwin. Lady Stark tells me you are having some trouble remembering things." Amane eyed him wearily, but nodded.
"Have you hit your head recently?" He asked, and Amane rubbed the back of her head where it was still sore. Ned cleared his throat.
"Theon hit her over the head with the hilt of a sword." He said, causing Lady Catelyn to stare at him, eyes wide.
"HE DI-" she started, but Ned rubbed her back with one hand reassuringly and cut her off.
"I've already dealt with it. But surely it wasn't hard enough to cause memory loss?" Ned directed to Maester Luwin, who shook his head in response.
"No it certainly wouldn't. What about before that, my lady?" He asked Amane again. Amane tried to recall the events before that but shook her head in frustration.
"I don't know. The last thing I remember was getting in my car to go home and then waking up in the forest, where the starks found me." Amane said.
"Car?" Lady Catelyn asked Ned quietly.
"I assume she means carriage." Ned whispered back to her. "I'll send some men to search the area where we found her, see if we can find anything." He said the last part louder, for all to hear. Maester luwin nodded his head.
"Do you mind coming with me, Lady Hufflepuff? So I can give you an examination, make sure you have no other wounds" by now she had figured out this man was a doctor. Amane nodded hesitantly. If she went with him, maybe, just maybe, she could lose him and get away from this weird place. Maester Luwin smiled at her. "Alright, my lady, come right this way." Lord and Lady stark watched as the two left the room.
"Theon hit her over the head with a sword hilt?" Catelyn began angrily.
"For which he will spend the next week as a stable hand." Ned answered.
"There is something about her, Ned. She is hiding something. She just appeared without a trace and you brought her here? What if-" Ned cut his wife off.
"Catelyn, that girl is not here on some plan to hurt us. Or anyone else. She was scared and lost in the woods. She is no older than Jon or Robb. She is just a child, maybe ten and six, possibly younger. She needed help, and I gave it to her. And now I am going to go send my men to see if someone attacked her carriage." Neds voice was stern. Lady Catelyn realized she was being foolish. The girl was just a child. Old enough to be married off though, and Catelyn silently wondered why she wasn't. Or maybe she was running away from one. The mysterious girl left so many questions.
Amane nudged the brown horse she was on a little faster. Getting away from Maester Luwin had been far easier than she thought. After a quick examination that was far less invasive than most doctor visits, she said she would head back to lady stark on her own, as she remembered the way. He had been skeptical at first, but she recited the way back to him perfectly. He had been impressed, and let her go.
After that finding her way out of the castle had also been easy. The two big doors they had passed on their way to his office had been just what she thought, doors that lead outside. She then made her way quickly through the courtyard, hid in what turned out to be the stables when she saw the dark haired man from earlier. Thankfully, he hadn't seen her, and judging by the slightest hint of a bruise on his jaw, she assumed he was Jon.
"My lady?" She had slowly turned to see a skinny boy, his hands holding the reins to a horse. His clothes weren't as fine as the ones she had seen others wearing. She guessed he was a stable boy. Amane's eyes flickered to the brown horse next to him. He was large, a beautiful brown coat and black mane, witch black stockings. Amane was hoping the lad wouldn't suspect anything.
"May I take him?" She asked kindly, gesturing to the horse. The boy looked between her and the horse.
"H-he is Lord Stark's horse, my lady." The boy said quickly. Amane noticed it wasn't a no.
"Lord Eddard Stark?" Amane asked. The boy shook his head.
"No milady. His son's, Lord Robb Stark." He clarified. The one she had hit in the nose. She smiled at the boy.
"Oh, Robb wouldn't mind. I'll take it to him." She smiled, holding her hands out for the reins. The boy seemed flustered, but handed her the reins anyways. Thank god he thinks I'm a lady, she had thought to herself. She smiled at the boy one more time before slowly leading the horse out of the stable. As soon as she saw the stable hand retreat back into the stable, she moved the reins over the horse's head, resting them on its neck. She contemplated how to mount the horse in a dress for a moment though. She had ridden horses a lot, but never in a floor length dress. She eyes a small blade in one of the saddle pockets. She smiled, grabbing the blade and cutting a slit in her dress from just above her right knee to the bottom. She put the blade back, and quickly moved to adjust the stirrups. In the position they were in, they would be much to long for her. Once she finished fixing the first, she moved around the front of the horse to the other side. Just as she finished the second, she heard a yell.
"Hey!" Amane turned, and spotted Jon and Robb across the courtyard. She cursed silently, mounting the horse in one swift motion as they made their way towards her. As soon as she was on the horse they both shared a worried look, before running towards her. But Amane kicked the horse, urging it forward.
The horse shot forward, making its way out of the castle gates of Winterfell in a canter. Amane urged the horse faster into a gallop as she heard shouts behind her. She had a head start, but it wouldn't matter much. She didn't know the land. They did. She came across a fork with three paths. All three were well travelled. They wouldn't be able to know which way she went. So she turned her horse to the path that lead to rocky hills. It was the more difficult path, but she had a feeling they would seriously underestimate her ability to ride a horse.
As she cleared one of the hills, she heard the sounds of hoof beats and yells. She moved the horse up another hill, stopping at the top momentarily to look back. She could see three people on horseback at the fork. They seemed to be arguing. Amane tired and made her way down the hill. She kept the horse at a trot, careful, not wanting to injure the horse. But on the way up, she sped the horse back up.
"She is a girl, she would have gone towards king's landing. It's the easiest ride for travel." Theon stated.
"Which we know, but she doesn't. The path towards the wall looks easier." Jon said, pointing to the smooth oath in front of him.
"And both of them are a little obvious." Robb said, glancing at the rock hills to his left.
"Well it's settled then. We each go a different way. But the one who finds, gets first claim on her." Theon said with a wicked smirk. Both Jon and Robb rolled their eyes at him, before moving their horses down different paths. As Robb reached the top of the first hill, he saw her. Four hills in front of him. He was silently impressed. The rock hills were no easy path to ride, and she was doing it swiftly.
"Jon!" He shouted, knowing the path towards the wall would still have him close enough to hear. Jon slowed his horse looking back at Robb. His eyes followed to wear he was pointing. She was riding through the rock hills. And fast. Jon kicked his horse forward, moving to skirt around the edges and possible cut her off as Robb came up from behind.
Amane lost count of the many hills she had travelled. She had been riding hard for a good twenty minutes. But as she came to the top of another hill, she pulled her horse to a stop. A little ways away, she could see a group of men on horseback, some dismounted and looking at something on the ground. But her concentration was snapped when she heard someone coming up behind her. Amane glanced back, seeing Robb riding towards her. She cursed quietly, and urged her horse forward. She only made it down the hill before Jon appeared on the hill in front of her. Shit.
Amane turned her horse to the left, kicking it into a full gallop. She could hear the two closing in behind her. As she rounded the bottom of a hill, she quickly pulled the horse to a stop. Several men on horses were in front of her, including Lord stark. He raised an eyebrow as Robb and Jon came into view behind her.
"Let me guess, you stole the horse and tried to leave." There was a hint of humor in his voice as he looked her over. Her hair was tousled from the wind. Her dress had a slit in it, leaving her right leg bare from the knee down, her bare feet in the stirrups. She looked like a feral child. He then cast a glance back at Jon and Robb.
"Full of surprises. You managed to out ride those two." He chuckled.
"Not for long." Robb said lowly. Amane cast a glance back at him. He had a hard glare focused on her.
"I'm glad I was here to stop you. We found your carriage." Amane straightened at his words. They found her car?
"It looks like it was attacked. But not by theives. Your belongings are still there, if you would like to see. It certainly explains why we found you in the woods," he gestured to the woods on their right. "If you had run away. I'm just glad you weren't hurt. Your footman wasn't so lucky." The last words were solemn. Amane had a bad feeling in the pit of her stomach. Her footman?
"What do you mean?" Amane asked. The me now around her had grim looks on their faces. "Where is he?" Amane asked.
"My lady maybe its best not-" lord stark began.
"Where?" Amane cut him off with a hard voice. Ned sighed and turned his horse, motioning for her to follow. Amane kicked the horse forward, and followed him further around the hill. Her heart stopped at the site on the other side.
A red horse pulled carriage lay on its side, two of the wheels broken. Three trunks lay spread on the ground behind it, several of its contents spread on the ground around them. Not far from the carriage was a body, who wore an all too familiar outfit. The one Steve had worn to the renaissance. Amane felt sick as she swiftly dismounted her horse, running forward before anyone could stop her.
She fell to her knees in front of the body, her hands going to the arm, turning the body over slowly, so he was laying on his back. Amane choked back a sob as she saw her best friends face.
"Steve. Oh my god Steve." Her voice was a choked whisper as she tried to process what she was seeing, tears clouding her vision. Her body froze when she heard a soft groan, her eyes widening. Her hands flew to his face, turning his head towards her.
"Steve? Steve darling can you hear me?" She asked, searching his face for any kind of movement.
"A-Amane?" His voice was gurgled and harsh. Amane smiled a little, a few tears escaping her eyes, and falling down her face.
"Yes darling. It's me." Amane said, her hand stroking his face. His blue eyes fluttered open slowly, another groan escaping his mouth.
"M-my lady. I'm s-s-so sorry. I-I t-tried." The words came out gurgled and Amane froze as he spoke them. Why was he calling her my lady, or apologizing?
"Steve-" Amane said sadly.
"M-m-my l-l-lady" he didn't finish the sentence, his body going still, his eyes seeming to grow cold. Amane held back a sob. She didn't cry in front of people, let alone the group of strangers around her, yet a few tears escaped her eyes again, and she went to brush them away, but stopped when she realized her hands were covered in blood. Steves blood. Amane felt sick. She jumped when a hand was placed on her shoulder, and she glanced back, seeing Lord Stark.
"We should get back to winterfell, my lady. Whoever attacked your carriage could still be around. It's clear they were looking for something." He said, a grim look on his face. Amane shook her head.
"I won't leave him. " she tried her best to make her voice sound strong, but it still cracked as she spoke.
"I'll stay behind and make sure his body is brought back to winterfell. Robb, Jon, make sure she gets back to Winterfell. Take three guards with you." He turned his attention to his sons, who nodded in response. Jon moved forward first, coming to Amane's side.
"Let's get you back to the castle. You must be cold." He said the latter as he touched her arm, feeling the cold through her sleeves and his glives. He noticed her hands were pink from the cold, as well as covered in blood.
"No. I'm staying here." She said with more power this time, her stubbornness out in full force. The men around her exchanged looks. Robb sighed and stepped forward, grabbing her arm and pulling her to her feet. Amane tried to wrench her arm out of his hand, but he tightened his grip to the point where it hurt her arm, and she was sure it would bruise. She glared at him, but his eyes were cold and firm.
"We understand you footman just died. But whoever killed him could still be out here. We need to get you to safety, so they don't kill you too." Robb said, staring down at her.
"I am more than capable of defending myself, or should I hit you in the nose again to remind you" her eyes were narrowed and her voice harsh. Robb let out a huff of laughter, humor twinkling in his eyes.
"One lucky shot doesn't mean you can defend yourself. We weren't even trying to hurt you. If we were, you wouldn't have stood a chance." Robb said, a cocky smile on his lips.
"Robb." Lord stark cut in, a warning tone in his voice. Robb's eyes cast to his father for a minute, before back to Amane. He rolled his eyes, before turning and walking towards his horse, dragging her along behind him.
"Let go of my arm you oaf." Amane said, tying to struggle out of his grip.
"Robb let her go." Jon said from behind her. Robb glanced back at him.
"Fine, but if she runs, you're catching her." Robb said, glancing at her before releasing her arm. He turned his attention to the nearby guards. "Keep my horse here, we will take the other two back." The guards nodded, moving to take the brown horse she had ridden here on.
"What?" Amane asked in confusion. Robb glanced at her, an eyebrow raised.
"I can't trust that the second you get on that horse, you won't ride away in the other direction. So you'll ride with one of us." He said, turning and mounting his horse.
"Like hell I will-" she began, but Jon put a hand on her shoulder, stopping her.
"They'll need the horse for his body." Jon said quietly. Amane cast a glance at her now dead friend, a stab of pain going through her chest. "You can ride with me if you'd like." Amane glanced at Robb, who looked at them, an impatient look in his eyes, before looking back at Jon with a nod
"Yea, I'd like that." She said, and he gave her a small smile, before mounting his horse. He held out a hand to help her up. She put her hand in his, and in one moition, she was on the horse behind him. Her hands went around his torso as he urged the horse forward, and the horse moved to stand next to Robb's. Robb glanced at Amane.
"You really should be wearing a cloak." He looked down at her feet. "And shoes."
"I don't really feel the cold." Amane responded. It was an honest answer. She was pretty much numb. But whether it was from the cold or from loss, she didn't know.
"That isn't a good thing." Robb said, as he quickly removed he cloak, holding it out to her. Amane stared at the cloak for a moment.
"I'm good." She said, causing the brothers to both sigh in frustration. She sure was stubborn.
"Just take it." Jon said.
"We won't move until you do." Robb added. Amane sighed, before grabbing the cloak and placing it over her shoulders. It was definitely too big for her, but it sure was warm. Once it was on her, Robb nodded, and instructed the guards to head out, and the group of five horses made its way through the rock hills.
The group was silent as they made their way towards winterfell, moving up and down the rocky terrain. But as they made their way into another small clearing, several of the horses started getting antsy. Robb stopped his horse, the others doing the same as they looked around. As of on cue, a group of about a dozen men came running out from behind some of the rocks, yelling as they did.
Everything seemed to happen at once. Swords were drawn, the guards dismounted their horse, tuning towards the group of men. Robb followed suit, looking back at Jon.
"Get her out of here!" He yelled before turning towards the advancing men. Jon kicked his horse into motion, heading off to the right. But as the horse cleared the group, heading for safety, it let out a pained whine, before stumbling to the ground. Amane and Jon went flying off, hitting the ground hard. Jon got up first, grabbing Amanes arm, pulling her to her feet, and moving her behind him as he drew his sword. Amane glanced at the horse, seeing several small knives embedded in its back leg. Poor thing.
Amane was brought back to the fight as Jon pushed her back, his sword blocking another as a man attacked them. Amane's eyes scanned the area in momentary horror. They were outnumbered, and the five men probably wouldn't last long.
"Run. Go." Jon said, and he hit the man in the stomach, blood staining his sword and the ground around them. Amane stepped back. Adrenaline was rushing through her body. And her fight or flight instincts were kicking in. Only it was definitely fight, not flight. She sure wished she had a gun though. She looked around for a weapon. She stared at the horse for a moment, before nodding to herself as she decided her next move. She moved to the horse, moving quietly as she knelt beside it.
"I'm sorry" she whispered to the horse as she pulled out the three small dangers in its leg. The horse whined in protest, but didn't move. Amane stood, the knives in hand, steading her breath. She had always been a good shot. She did archery at camp every year for sixteen years. She just hoped her aim would still be good with knives.
She held one knife in her hand by the blade. Took two steady breathes in, and aimed. Three men were attacking one of the guards, who was holding his own, but not for long. Amane took one more breath, drew her arm back, and threw the knife. Everything seemed to go in slow motion as the knife flew through the air, before landing in the side of the mans face, deeply embedded in the skin. Amane fought down the sick feeling in her stomach as he fell to the ground. She had never killed anyone before.
She was snapped out of the trance by a yell to her left. She turned just to be tackled by a man. He towered over her, and the bulk of his body crushed hers into the ground as they hit it hard, knocking the knives out of her hand. Amane groaned as the man moved above her, his hand going to her throat and squeezing.
"Where is it?" His voice was angry and harsh. Amane's hands instinctively went to the hand on her throat, as she struggled in his grip. As she struggled for air, she reached her left hand out, reaching for the knives. As she successfully grabbed one of the two knives, she wrapped a hand around its hilt, before bringing it up and burying it deep in the man's neck.
His grip loosened as he gurgled, blood coming out of his mouth and neck. His body slumped, and it took almost all of her strength to push him off of her. She rolled over, pushing herself to stand. She grabbed the last knife, her hands shaking ever so slightly. She looked around the clearing that had practically become a battlefield. Eight bodies lay on the ground lifeless. One of which was one of the guards escorting them. Jon, Robb, and the two remaining guards were each fighting one of the bandits, swords clashing loudly. Amane did a count in her head. There had been twelve bandits. Someone was missing. She turned to look around but froze as she felt a cold steel against her neck.
"Drop the dagger." Amane complied almost immediately, dropping the dagger into the grass. The man behind her let out a loud whistle, capturing the attention of everyone in the clearing. The four men from winterfell all froze, eyes widening as they saw he had a dagger at her throat.
"Drop your weapons." The man behind her demanded. Robb and Jon shared a glance, slowly going to comply. Amane used that moment to her advantage. She brought her leg up and stomped on the man's foot as hard as she could. She followed almost immediately with an elbow to the gut, and bringing her head back, slamming it into his face. She winced as she felt the blade nick her neck. But she used the momentary shock she caused, and grabbed the man's arm, pulling it down and turning it swiftly, causing a groan of pain, and he loosened his grip on the dagger. She ripped it out of his hand, turning swiftly, slicing out as she did. The man fell back, hitting the ground. She turned, and threw the dagger. It embedded itself in the right shoulder of the man next to Jon. She had been aiming for his face, but she would take the shoulder. At once the four men from winterfell sprang into action, raising their lowered weapons to battle once more.
As she watched jon take out the bandit, her hand went to her stinging neck. It was wet with blood. The cut wasn't big, but it was bleeding. Amane slowly bent down, picking up the dagger in the grass, should she need it. But as she stood up once again, Jon walked over to her, sheathing his sword. He reached a hand out to the one she had holding the dagger. It was then she realized it was shaking. Quite violently.
"Let me have that." Jon said going to take the dagger, as his other hand touched her arm in an attempt to comfort her. Amane felt the blade slip from her hand, no fight left in her. Reality dawned on her. She had just killed three men. She had just taken three lives. She felt panic well up in her chest as her breathing became labored. She felt a hand go to her face, turning it. She then noticed Robb standing to the side of her, his hand holding her face as he looked at her neck.
"Gods. It's already starting to bruise." He mumbled, looking at the bruise forming on her neck. He lowered his hand, looking at the two remaining guards.
"Go. Ride to my father, tell him what happened. Let him know we are taking her back to winterfell. Come back for the injured horse later." Robb told them. The two nodded, before mounting their horses, who had wandered away from the fight. Amane felt numb as they rode away. "Let's get you on a horse." Amane heard Robb's words but they felt distant. She barely noticed as the two guided her to Robb's horse, and put her on it, in front of the saddle. Robb got on behind her, as Jon got onto the fallen guard's horse.
"I don't think she has ever killed anyone before." Jon said lowly, looking at his brother for a moment before his eyes went back to the girl on the horse in front of him. Her face was pale, her eyes distant, as she held a hand up to her slightly bleeding throat.
"The first time is never easy" Robb said, before heading towards his home, casting a worried glance at the blonde haired girl in front of him.
