A/N: Chapter two! Whoop! Whoop! I'm so excited about this story - I don't think anyone actually realises how obsessed I am with GoT and ASOIAF... I really want you all to enjoy the story as much as I am writing it because then that makes it only more enjoyable but it also (I think) creates a connection between the author and the reader - not that I rate myself as a great author. I have a lot of things I definitely need to improve on. If I don't update, guess what?! It usually means I'm stressed out from school but believe it or not, this site and Art seem to relieve my stress (this is just incase you get worried if they isn't an update on the day I said I was going to upload one).

Also, I keep getting these ideas that I write down in my little pad - basically in the chapters I've already begun to develop on the pages. I get so excited when a new idea springs to mind. I have all these ideas that seem amazing, but I know I won't be able to include all of them - not that I won't try to anyway. I'm sorry, I rambled. I do that... I warn you all now though, some updates may be delayed due to my ongoing coursework but I will try to perceive as ever to bring you updates when I can - weekly. Yes, I repeat myself.

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Along the Kingsroad.


Eliana Stark wasn't scared of many things. She wasn't a normal girl, she wasn't a girl she was a woman and not a normal one; she didn't scream and she didn't cry... She never attempted to seduce a man, she never wanted to marry or have children. She wasn't weak and defenceless but right now, she was running through the entwining brush, almost tripping over her own feet.

She never ran from nothing. Nothing.

But she was missing her father; the only person who only ever really understood her properly. The only person who supported her and taught her the wrongs from the rights. He was the only one who made the effort... who tried to capture her interest with different things.

Somehow, Ned had always known she was different, always trying to spark her intrigue with various activities that were enjoyable; sword, mace, lance... he also placed a deep amount of trust in her unlike her mother, he believed in her more than Catelyn did.

Eliana knew why though.

Her mother loved her - that she couldn't deny, but her father loved her more - if his public affection towards her was anything to go on. Catelyn wanted a girl for a daughter, not a daughter who prefers brawling in the mud with her brothers. She wanted a daughter and Eliana wasn't a daughter, not a proper young lady anyway. But neither was Arya, at least she had one daughter who was a proper young lady, even if she was "in bloody love" with the little shit sat on the Iron Throne.

Sansa was so young and naïve - thinking that Joffrey was everything she had wanted and she would always find herself thinking... how could anyone love a one sided person, who was as sadistic and cruel as Joffrey? Eliana just couldn't help but feel confused as to why no one had ever questioned Joffrey's claim to the throne. He was golden-haired just like his mother and uncle. The Baratheons were known for their dark hair, and the Lannister were known for their golden hair.

It wasn't hard... but no one of course questioned a King but King's Landing was full of cowards and liars. The City of Lies, no one there was to be trusted... death was the most sensible option on offer.

Death was far kinder.

There was no doubt in her mind, that if she were to set foot in that place again she would be wanted for treason against Joffrey and then he would want her head on a spike... beside her father's - a new addition to his collection, but she wouldn't die without a fight even if she wasn't afraid of death.

She wasn't weak, she was stronger than most and thought clearer and more practically...

She was brought from her thoughts when she heard shallow breaths echoing around her, the only sound which was strangely comforting, was coming from her side. Shadow. She wasn't completely alone; everyone knew that Ned Stark had given his children the direwolf pups that had been found in the forest just outside of Winterfell. And she had one. Unlike her siblings, her's was the purest of blacks, with piercing blue eyes.

An odd combination, rare in fact.

Direwolves didn't often come like that. There was the common grey with yellow eyes and black with green eyes. Albino direwolves had the purest white fur with crimson red eyes.

Jon's direwolf, Ghost, was an Albino direwolf.

The chosen names of the direwolves were ironic - Ghost was white and Shadow was black. In her opinion, poor choice of names yet it suited them well enough. Shadow and Ghost were the only exceptions of the pack found, that reflected how Eliana felt. She and Jon were treated differently from their other siblings; favoured by Eddard more than Catelyn.

Her eyes focused on the direwolf again. Shadow was still a mere pup, but he was growing stronger by the day and soon would be a fully grown Direwolf. Direwolves could grow as large as ponies. Their legs grew longer and their head were larger than normal wolves with teeth that could crush bone... even a juvenile direwolf could kill a man by ripping out his throat. Direwolves were loyal to their masters and would attack anyone who dared threaten them, but that didn't make her any less cautious towards the beast.

She sighed, remembering her father's words... A direwolf will rip a man's arm off his shoulder as easily as a dog will kill a rat. That's what she was worried about, that's where her caution had submerged and worried her.

She was grateful though, at least a direwolf would listen to her. She could only imagine if she tried to find her way on a horse - she wouldn't be able to discuss what she was going to do with a horse could she? It would be as amusing as watching a Moon Boy if she even attempted to make an impossible conversation with the horse. A horse would also cause more of a risk to her being found by Tywin's army.

She was grateful.

But she had more pressings matters to consider. She knew she couldn't return to Winterfell, her mother wasn't there. When she thought about it though, she actually had no idea where her mother was for that matter. Her brother had gone to war with the King and here she was, running.

At any moment, Tywin Lannister's army could have her. But she had to take the risk, and then she realised how badly she was underestimating herself. She was better than that, she wasn't stupid and she knew her way better than most, she was born in the north!

She was better than that.


She was a Stark of Winterfell, a Wolf of the North who was travelling all alone along the Kingsroad(not entirely the best choice she could've chosen) not straying far from the dirt tracks though. She'd travelled the path many times before, she just couldn't be too sure of what she would encounter along the way if she was to stray.

Eliana wasn't stupid.

She knew her way, she'd followed the dirt path through the capital's Dragon Gate and passed east of the God's Eye. But she crossed those not even a day ago, she hadn't rested because she didn't want to risk being stumbled upon. She had walked for leagues upon leagues, along the river road from the Trident and followed her way along slowly.

She'd also gotten word, when passing an inn at the crossroads that her brother, Robb, had captured Jaime Lannister in the Battle of Whispering Wood. Her brother had forged an alliance with House Frey, which secured him passage over the Trident. Eliana mentally cringed when she'd heard that, Walder Frey was untrustworthy - put an inviting amount of gold or silver in front of him and he'd betray you.

She'd also heard that he'd been joined by additional soldiers from House Frey of the Twins and House Mallister of Seagard, and then he moved on Riverrun from the north as an attempt to outflank the unsuspecting Lannister forces and somehow managed to actually relieve the besieged forces at Riverrun.

Eliana knew that her younger brother had managed to keep his march secret, thanks to the efforts of their great uncle, Ser Brynden Tully, and his outriders who were able to shoot down all of the Lannister ravens and any outriders screening the camps. They say, that every ten men that was lost on the Lannisters side for every one of Robb's that fell.

Several rumours concerning Jaime Lannister had also reached her ears. Some say he begged, others say he taunted and teased her mother and brother but all that mattered to her, was that the bastard had been taken prisoner by her clueless brother.

His capture left the Lannister army surrounding Riverrun leaderless, falling directly into its disintegration at the Battle of the Camps and also leaving his father, Tywin and his bitch sister, Cersei despondent. However, being Jaime Lannister, made him a valuable prisoner to have which would give Robb enormous bargaining power.

So unfortunately Robb would have to keep him alive, Eliana thought. Although, not many would be happy with Robb sparing Jaime Lannister's life, Robb would need him to stay alive if they were to win their freedom from the Realm of Horrors, as she now called it.

Robb was a boy, a clueless boy who had never fought in a war before. He was as naïve as Sansa - the pair of them were foolish, believing in things that wouldn't ever happen, let alone come true.

But before she even made it to where Robb was, she would have to continue along the Kingsroad to be safe again, and that could take a couple of days at most. These days, the sea is safer than the kingsroad, her father once told her before she left for Dorne. She knew it was dangerous to travel along it alone, but she wasn't alone - she had Shadow who was growing by the day.

Eliana could protect herself - she wasn't useless, she had her sword and her wits about her. She was quiet and thankfully, she was dressed in black which would give her the benefit to move through the darkness easily enough.

Eliana hoped she would find her family again, and no matter how hard it would be... she would avenge her father's death with all she had. She would die doing it if she had to. She would fight with her brother, she would fight with her father's bannerman and the houses that had rallied behind them until they were free from the wrath of King Joffrey, the little Shit.

She would fight for the North's freedom of the realm. Freedom was everything right now.

Freedom was their utopia, their desire - well, it was her's anyway.

She would help kill Cersei. And she would help kill Joffrey... all the Lannisters.

She didn't care what happened to her in the meanwhile, just as long as their aspiration was achieved.

That was all that mattered.


A/N: So, please tell what you all think of chapter two! This one mainly involved Eliana's thoughts and her feelings towards the events surrounding her. That's why it's quite short.

In the next chapter, I can promise that she does find her brother and her mother with bitter vengeance raging from her boiling form. Whoa that was deep. Anyway, so things will slowly begin to heat up from now and will hopefully be more interesting.

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Ezeiel