A White Wolf in the Land of the Eagles

Citae Cervidae

Cornelius pitied his cousin, having to remain in the company of the King, not that Baratheon was bad company, but those that came with him...

The girl in question was, to the world's eyes, the bastard daughter of Eddard Stark, her twin had left for the Wall and it was pretty logical that she did not want to be left to the tender mercies of Lady Catelyn Stark.

He was also quite thankful that, due to Cersei Lannister, she had been kept mostly out of the sight of the King. Her resemblance to Lyanna Stark was uncanny.

The two rode out of Alexandria and down the road towards the City of the Deers. The old keep of Antlers could be seen in the distance. Once it had been the seat of House Buckwell, now it was a fort, where the local garrison was stationed. Since they were still some hours away from the City, and the sun was setting, the two stopped at an inn.

"Is something wrong My Lord?" Cornelius inwardly grimaced, and looked at her

"First things first, Lynara, I am not a Lord, nor a Ser, just call me Cornelius, or Legate if you're feeling too formal, I'm just the Governor's cousin and that whole thing with noble titles is not something we do around here" He stated with a small sigh as they dismounted.

The girl, Lynara Snow, made her way into the inn behind him. They sat and soon enough, their meals were brought. Bread, chicken, cheese, some fo that garum sauce, and mulsum.

Noticing her flinch, Cornelius let out a small chuckle, eating calmly as the girl avoided the sauce and just ate the chicken as it was.

"Don't worry, we don't eat that thing too often at home, my wife can't stand garum either" He replied with a chuckle, watching as she ate slowly.

They had exchanged very few words during their trip, her mood was often dark, and now that he thought about it, her eyes were of a very dark hue, but if one looked carefully, one could almost see hints of purple...

Once they had eaten and he had paid, the two headed off to catch some sleep, they would have a few hours of riding the next morning.


Lynara had to admit, that she liked better the villa of Cornelius, at least when compared with the palace of the Flavii. They rode into the stone building, and as servants took her few belongings to put them in a chamber for her. Cornelius thus led her inside the house.

"I'm sure you'll get along with my children" He had stated. The two had arrived just in time to break their fast with Cornelius' family.

Lynara couldn't help but blink, as she had never seen so many people with silver hair and purple eyes in the same place. She sat, slightly nervous.

"Ah, don't worry dear, make yourself at home" Told her the silver-haired woman with a kind smile. Lynara would later learn that her name was Tyrai, and that she was actually from Lys, daughter of a smaller merchant family.

Of course, as kind as they seemed to be, she could not bring herself to say that this could never feel like home. Not without Arya or Bran or Robb, or even that prick Theon.

She smiled as the rest of the family was seated, a rather skinny boy and a girl that seemed to be about her own age. They were introduced as Flavius Romulus and Flavia Davinia, and at last, they all broke their fast.

As the idle chatter led to her host jesting about his cousin's misfortune -namely, having to host the King and Queen-, to questions about the North and to her own questions about the remarkable roads the Romans had, to her own comments on how quiet this trip had been compared to their own trip from Winterfell.

Even if she could feel somewhat comfortable here, Lynara could not truly feel at home.