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"I will say it again," Rozen said with a slight frown on her pale angelic face, "The Lannister family has been after me for the last two years all because Jamie Lannister has a sword up his ass about controlling me. Plus I have made their lives hell for the last few years. Ya know? Steal from them; give it back to the poor. You heard the stories."

Rubbing her bare shoulders lightly, she looked around the large tent she was in. Across from her on a wooden throne sat the King of the North Robb Stark, whom once she got to know didn't seem quite as bad as she originally thought. To his right stood his mother, Lady Catelyn Stark, who sneered at her with a look of distaste in her blue eyes. Yet Rozen couldn't blame Lady Stark for looking upon her like that, for she stood before the royal family dressed in her Tavern Wench clothes that she was wearing when she was captured. She knew she looked more like a common wench then the warrior maiden that she truly was.

Cursing silently under her breathe, Rozen began to rub her bare shoulders more roughly trying her best to warm up. She should have stolen a warmer dress to wear. She had forgotten the nights in the north got bitter cold, and she was trying hard not to shake from the chilly air around her. Though there was a warm fire glowing in front of her, she could still feel the wintry air around her until she felt something heavy brush her bare shoulders. Glancing to her right with a slight look of confusion in her eyes, she quickly narrowed them at the sight of the prick of a prince, Theon, just standing there with his trademark smirk on his handsome young face while his dark eyes gazed at her with interest. Ripping her eyes away from his cocky smirk, she glanced down to see a long heavy wool cloak resting on her bare shoulders causing her to glance back at Theon. It was only then she noticed he was missing his own cloak, and she nodded her head in thanks while pulling the cloak tightly around her small curvy frame.

"So you must be quite the warrior then to have Jamie Lannister's Cock all hard for you," Theon said as he stepped next to Robb and stared at Rozen. "But I can see why. You're quite the lovely vision when you're not trying to slaughter someone."

"Theon Greyjoy," Lady Stark said from the other side of Robb. "I will not stand for that foul mouth of yours, nor will I stand for you trying to sleep with our prisoner."

Holding his hand up to silence his mother, Robb rose up and moved across the room closer to the Bandit Queen. His mother had only arrived a little over an hour ago, and already was taking control of things around here. To Robb, it was both a good thing and bad thing, but at times he just wished his mother would let him learn on his own. He had this under control, and she needed not worry about their newest hostage. Once he was standing in front of the famous Bandit Queen, he turned his blue eyes towards her. Meeting her bright green eyes, he said nothing for a moment or two before clearing his throat.

"Let's start off on the right foot," he said in a soft kind voice as he lifted his hand out to her. "My name is Robb Stark, King of the North. And you are my lady?"

Looking down at his gloved hand with her bright green eyes, Rozen glanced back up at him, then towards his mother, and finally to Theon who still stood there smirking at her. Was this a trap? Were they going to return her to her rightful home? That was the last place Rozen wanted to be. She had fought so hard to get free from that dreadful place, and hadn't been back in two years. Shuddering slightly at the thought, Rozen without letting her guard down slipped her pale hand into Robb's large warm gloved hand.

"My name is Rozen," she says softly to him "just Rozen the Bandit Queen."

It was then her body went stiff when she felt warm lips brush against the back of her hand causing her to stumble backwards away from Robb. Knocking an end table over in the process, she flinched slightly as the bowl on it full of water fell to the ground then shattered. For a moment or two, nothing was said until Theon burst out laughing. His loud booming laugh echoed throughout the tent causing Rozen to flush bright red with anger.

Ignoring his friend, Robb stepped forward once more to Rozen and took her gently by the arm. Leading her back to the fire, he let go of her then, and stood next to her with his hands behind his back. Shooting Theon a death glare with her eyes, Rozen stood there clenching her fists at her sides, as she waited for the orders the young King of the North was going to give her.

"Rozen," Robb said glancing at her. "I've heard many tales about you and your unmatched sword fighting skills. I would like to offer you a position in my army. In return I promise that you will be protected from the Lannister family, and you won't have to worry about being forced into anything you don't want to do. So long as you bend the knee to me."

Bend her knee? To him? No longer be free as a bird to do whatever she wished? His words slowly sunk into her brain, and she stood there, thoughts flying around her head. There was both a positive and negative here. She no longer would have to worry about the Lannister family or the fact of marrying Jaime. She would always have a roof over her head, warm clothes, and a place to finally call home. However she would no longer be free to help the poor. Finally, she spoke to the King with her own offer.

"I accept your offer," she said softly. "But only on the condition that I or we continue to give back to the poor folks the Lannister's have robbed so blindly. That is my only request."

Smiling down at the silver haired warrior before him, Robb couldn't help but think how much Arya would love the newest member of the northern family. For Rozen was just as wild and smart as his little sister was. Closing the gap between Rozen and him, Robb held his hand out to her, then nodded his head.

"Deal!" he said.

Grasping his hand with her own, Rozen bent her head to him saying "Your Highness," before pulling her hand away.

Once that was said and done, Robb took his seat once more. Giving a few orders to a knight to draw up a contract for Rozen, he relaxed in his seat then closed his blue eyes. He knew the next part Rozen was not going to like but for now she had no choice because as much as he trusted his men, they were still men after all. Plus he didn't trust her fully yet to stay with his mother. For now, he would keep a close watch on her until she earned his trust for although he might have put her in his army, he didn't trust her fully yet.

"For now you will stay with Theon", said Robb. "Just try not to kill him, and Theon, try to keep your roaming hands to yourself" Robb said to them both as if he were speaking to small children.

"I have to stay with him?" asked Rozen in an annoyed voice. "The prick prince?"

"Theon or your liege will do just fine," Theon hissed back at her. "How about I just keep calling you wench? See how you like it?"

"Yea well at least I don't fuck everything with breasts and a cunt like someone does," Rozen snapped back. "You think I haven't heard the rumors about you in my travels?"

"Oh so you heard about my famous cock," said Theon in a smug voice. "Girls come from all over just to be with me."

"Yea well I don't see why they would even bother!" said Rozen."Your face looks like it was hit with a door."

Moving towards the small silver haired warrior, Theon stopped in front of her and gazed down at her with his dark eyes. Man was she quite the little spitfire? And he was determined to sleep with her still knowing full well she would most likely cut his dick off if he tried. Yet at the same time he couldn't help but think what fun he was going to have teasing her on the journey to King's Landing, for she made things quite interesting.

Meeting his dark eyes with her own bright green ones, Rozen frowned at him then ducked around him to stand once more in front of Robb. Of all the people her new King had to put her with, out of all the people in his army, it had to be the one she couldn't stand. The one who made her blood boil, the one who she just wanted to drive her sword through and the only man that she had ever known that kept on trying to get her in his bed. At least Jaime was more proper about it and was going to marry her first.

"Anyone but him," she pleaded in a hopeful voice to Robb?

"Sorry Rozen, but until I tell the men you have joined us, you must stay with someone for safety..." Robb said to her "Theon will behave. I promise you. Right, Theon?"

Talking to himself softly, Theon ran his fingers through his brown locks then nodded his head towards Robb. Offering his arm to Rozen, he bowed his head slightly then stood waiting for her to take it. For a moment or two nothing happened. Then after hearing the soft shuffling of feet followed by some grumbling, he finally felt her arm grab his. Nodding his head to Robb, Theon led Rozen from the tent to his own and no sooner did the two of them vanish than did Lady Stark speak up.

"Really Robb?" she said. "A Bandit in our army? What are you thinking?"

For a moment or two Robb ignored his mother. Instead he stared at the front of the tent where Theon had just left with the Bandit Queen on his arm. He knew Theon was too stupid to realize it just yet, but the way Theon had looked at the Bandit Queen was a look Robb had never seen before. Sure he had seen his best friend around other females before, but for the first time ever Theon had a look in his eyes that was more than just lust. Sure there was lust there as well but something more along with it. Perhaps Theon was slowly developing something for the girl who denied him sex, and always defied him. But for now, Robb didn't need to worry about Theon falling for the Bandit Queen. Instead, Robb wanted to see how much she could be trusted. Only then would Robb help his best friend win her heart. That is if it was really love Theon was starting to feel and not just lust.

"We need a better warrior," Robb said to his mother. "Plus if we can trust her, it would be a great honor to have her return home with us. And she would make a great teacher for Arya who wants to learn how to sword fight."

Glancing at her son with her blue eyes, Lady Stark couldn't help but feel like Robb was making a mistake, and like most mother's she could feel it in the pit of her stomach. She couldn't put her finger on it but that warrior that her son just invited to join the northern army, she had seen before with another family, and extremely close to the son of that family as well. But she pushed the thought down into the back of her mind for it couldn't be the same girl for that family would never let her leave, let alone the son whom she was close to. For now she didn't need to worry Robb about it anyhow, for he had enough on his mind already, and she didn't need to put more weight onto it. Nodding her head at him, she swept from his tent then headed to her own.

Inside the tent of Theon Greyjoy, Rozen laid upon a pile of soft furs with her bright green eyes watching the dying fire just outside the tent flap. Sad to say Theon only had one bed and she had no choice but to share it with him. Though for sharing a bed with someone known to sleep around he was actually behaving. He somehow did manage to put his arms around her waist, but Rozen didn't object because he was keeping her warm. Leaning back against his chest, Rozen sighed softly. So her new life was about to being tomorrow, a new chapter with the only negative thing being the man named Theon Greyjoy prince of the Iron Islands. And that negative thing was going to turn out really bad for her when she is finally found by the family she was running from. That she would sleep with a prince next to her would, she would certainly suffer a fate worse than death. As she closed her bright green eyes, she could still see the red flayed man flying on its black flag.