The destrier pulled back against the reins and Allyria almost lost her footing on the muddy riverbank. After much swearing on her part and resistance from the horse, Allyria finally managed to lead the animal into the river. Cold water filled her oversize boots as she carefully placed her steps. At its highest, the water only reached Allyria's thigh but the darkness limited her vision and slowed her down. A short while later, Allyria lead the horse out of the river on the other side and on to dry ground. She did not dare to mount the stolen destrier until the light of the Lannister camp was far off to the east. Only then did she climb onto the large warhorse and kicked the animal into a fast run into the night; the hooves colliding with the grass and the clanking of the oversized armor Allyria wore the only sounds in the darkness.

Allyria Stark had waited until nightfall to make her escape. Fonia had spent most of the day with her. She was excited. Apparently, Tywin Lannister had order her father to send Fonia to King's Landing as well, to continue her role as Allyria's handmaiden in the capitol. She had filled Allyria's ear with all the gossip and stories she had heard about King's Landing. Allyria could not share her excitement as she was going to the capitol as a prisoner. While nightfell the handmaiden helped Allyria out of her dress into her loose night gown before leaving her alone in the tent.

She waited until she heard the guard change outside her tent. There were always two of them, flanking the only entrance, and exit, into the tent. Fonia had left a flagon of wine, to help Allyria sleep, on the small side table. She consumed the entire thing to ease her nerves as she sat atop the bed covers and to give her courage. It was dark in the tent with the only light coming for the torches outside but Allyria could still make the outlines of the furniture as stood from the bed.

She went to the looking glass and, without thinking too much about the potential results of a failed escape attempt, broke it with the palm of her hand. The glass splintered and a few pieces fell to the ground. She ignored the sharp pain that erupted from the new cut on her while pushing the shattered looking glass to the ground for good measure. Allyria grabbed a larger piece of glass from the wool carpet just as a guard dressed in full body armor entered her tent to investigate the sound. When he asked what she doing, Allyria mumbled something about being stupid and held her arm out in front of her to show him her injury. The guard moved closer to take a look despite the darkness and Allyria plunged the broken piece of glass into the his exposed neck. He let out a surprised gasp before Allyria covered his mouth to silence any future noises. She only needed the other guard's attention; not the whole camp's. Warm liquid flowed over her hands and she knew it would be red in the light.

When the other guard entered the tent after his friend, Allyria had already moved the body behind the bed, out of view of the entrance Allyria surprised the second guard from behind, having hid herself in the shadows. When both of the guards were dead, Allyria stripped the smaller one of his armor and clothes and quickly took them as her own. The armor was too big for her and the helm fell down over her eyes. She took both swords, tying them to her hip. With the bodies of the guards out of immediate view of anyone walking in and she dressed as one of them, complete with the long red Lannister cloak, Allyria left the tent.

She had to wonder the camp a while before finding the horses. She passed a number of soldiers along the way but no one paid her any attention. If they did, Allyria was certain they would become suspicions at how ill-suited the armor was on her. She wished they had assigned smaller guards to her tent .Ayra was still in her youth and was easily mistaken for a boy but Allyria had outgrown the plainness of childhood and could no longer be mistaken for a man in armor than Robb could be mistaken for a woman in a dress. Still no one looked at her as she led the small horse though the camp and along the river. It was hard to find a suitable crossing in the dark and the one she did find was not the most convenient but Allyria dared not waste any more time in searching.

Allyria rode through the whole night and half the morning before stopping, worried that her horse might collapse beneath her. The appearance of Allyria's direwolf at dawn nearly frightened both the destrier and her to death. It took all of her strength to stay on while the horse reared numerous times at the sight of the dark brown animal. Moreau was probably the most unhelpful wolf out of the litter. At least Shaggydog listened to little Rickon. Moreau was known for running off and not returning for a week or even two, especially if a large group of people were around. Sometimes she listened to Allyria but mostly she did what she wanted.

The direwolf stayed around when Allyria made camp along the river. She tied the still anxious horse to a tree before starting to remove the heavy armor. She kept a sword on her but tied the extra to the saddle. In the daylight, she noticed that a roaring lion was painted in gold on the silver breastplate. Allyria tossed the armor into the river, not wanting to carry around extra weight. She stood there in the sunlight, staring at the ground not quite sure what to do, wearing red trousers, a thin white tunic and heavy leather boots, with two animals staring at her.

A loud rumble came from Allyria's stomach and Moreau cocked her head curiously. She had not brought any food or water with her. She had not know where to look. It was then that she noticed the dried blood on her hands. Allyria quickly ran to the edge of the river and washed her hands. Moreau followed her and jumped into the river, splashing her owner with cold water. Allyria ignored the direwolf as she took handful of drinks from the river. After a while, she led the horse to the river and let it drink. When it was done, she led the horse back to the tree and took a seat against the trunk.

Allyria knew that if she continued to follow the river upstream, she would eventually reach Riverrun. Robb will be there. And mother. She thought. I just have to outrun the Lannister search party. If they even sent anyone. Allyria heard Moreau walk up from the river before the direwolf dropped a large fish in her lap. She let out a yelp in surprised and nearly threw the fish into the trees before she realized what it was. Instead, she gave the direwolf a thankful pat on the head before gathering wood for a fire.

It was mid-afternoon when Allyria remounted and continued on her way. Moreau ran off ahead of them, leaving Allyria alone again. She rode through the night again; never stopping for more than five minutes to drink and rest the horse. Along the way, she found a number of berries that were safe to eat, which she ate while still in the saddle. It began to rain around dawn on the second day, so Allyria wrapped the red cloak around her shoulders but did not stop. A third day passed in a similar fashion. They found her on the fourth day, while she was asleep in the saddle.


A/N - Again, sorry about the wait. I was on spring break and lacked internet access. Thanks to those who reviewed/followed/favorited. I know this chapter was a bit of a filler but the next one should be better. Thanks for reading and I hope everyone enjoyed the season three premiere. :)