Jon Connington spent the night restlessly looking for her and that blue Knight. How they managed to slip from his finger was not something he was willing to indulge, and he questioned his staff quite thoroughly about her warabouts to come up with nothing but farce rumours. The sailors on the docks said they saw nobody either which was surprising to him. She lost her locket on the beaches upon him and his wife thoroughly investigating the beach as some of the sailors found horse prints on the sands of it. Upon looking around, he'd see it there, stuck in the sand, unwanted. He had taken the bloody thing in his hands, while thinking of how he was going to butcher whomever took her away from him.

Because he knew he didn't have the men to search the entire seven kingdoms for he'd go off to King's Landing on the morrow, to request that some of Rhaegar's levies assist him with the effort to find Myra . Although Rhaegar in truth did scare him - he was turning more and more towards that Red Woman of his. She was poisoning his mind, with drivel and there was nothing to be done for him by this point. Not unless someone wished to be Prince Viserys II towards King Rhaegar which will be neither of his sons. Both of them are too far distant to care about such things.

He turned towards his wife, the lady Jocelyn Swann, as she lay besides him on the bed, her strawberry blonde coloured hair upon his chest as they lay there. They weren't undressed - no, he very rarely had sex after the birth of his son, Richard. The boy he had jokily nicknamed Young Griff as a child. I called Myra the 'Little Storm' though. Not because she was a bastard, but because she had the spirt of a storm. Not to mention, she was so cute when she was younger I simply couldn't have helped myself but to give her a nickname too. He raised her, from basically a seed. Now that she was a full grown woman at age of nine-ten, Jon had considered making plans to marry her off to another, but she was so stubborn and tenacious that he doubted any man could deal with that kind of spirit as a wife. Not to mention, she had no wish to be married off, for they'd take away her bow and arrow, whomever they were. His little girl was quite a huntresses indeed, hunting all kinds of things In her spare time - Jon had considered banishing her from taking weapons, but she was the kind of girl that would persist in her efforts no matter what, so It would've been a futile action on his part.

Truthfully, he considered Myra to be his daughter in all but in name, and thus this was rather awkward for him. She was the daughter of his enemy, the man he should've killed so long ago - but choice not, because of he didn't want to be known as a murder of the small folk. It was a travesty he choice not to do anything about it, but Rhaegar was still alive and that was all that mattered to him. But now I question was It worth it leaving Rhaegar alive...

"Jocy, I'm going to King's Landing tomorrow.." Jocelyn smiled at him, from above her simple pillow.

"I'll take care of Richard and your estate like usual. I'll maybe even invite Lady Helena Manderly to join me - I'm sure her dear, lovely husband Selywn will allow his Northern Lady to join me in my loneliness."

"Thank you, Helena. I never say that enough." He gave her a short hug, before getting up and staring at her as he strolled to the window, staring at the splendid view of the Sunset Isles they had from their view. They usually spent the night in separate quarters, but he wanted to say goodbye to her by at least cuddling her - they had a friendly relationship and he was not eager to ruin it. She might be the only person whom knew of his sexual preference and yet said nothing about it - he never once cheated on her as a result of it and never bothered to consider a homosexual lover, for that might ruin him in her eyes. Not to mention, it would cause chaos in his realm if rumour were ever to get about it.

"Your welcome, Jon. I'm always here for you, you know." She stated earnestly as she continued laying there on the bed, abashed. She had coffee coloured deep brown eyes, and a small, round face full of tiny, delicate freckles.

"I know, but Rhaegar is quite a different man from the man I once knew. I fear going there out of fear that he might exile me and take my lands, like his father did for disagreeing with him. I once admired him, but now I have no idea what I think about him. He spends all of his time consorting with Red Witches, even as far as bringing his favourite one, Aldreda as she's called to small council meetings as a extra advisor.." Not to mention, he got one pregnant just to fulfil that godforsaken prophecy of his all while threatening his son's wife and child.. The Prince's response to the threat to his wife was immediately removing her from King's Landing to Dragonstone. He also asked the two Princes to come with him, but Prince Viserys denied Prince Aegon's request as he was currently rebuilding Summerhall. Prince Baelon went immediately with the Prince to Dragontone and became Prince Aegon's 'hand' of the Prince as they came to call him Even though sometimes he went back to King's Landing to converse with his mother, the Queen, though.

"If that's so, you should go discuss this with Stannis, our liege lord. He's not taken a fancy to no Red Witches and in actuality, would be fine with you taking some of the levies from thy neighbor's to find Myra, our sweet innocent daughter." She replied, gently.

"I would rather actually have dealings with Stannis Baratheon than Rhaegar Targaryen. But as Hand of the King, I do need to get back to King's Landing regardless and do what needs to be done for him." Jon was not looking forward to it but he had come back to here because of duty and because he knew his wife was lonely when he left. His son, Richard was a fine lad nevertheless, but a lad shouldn't be raised without one's father. But he had elected not to bring his son to court, less he gets drawn into Rhaegar's madness. He didn't want this for Richard, or for his wife, really. Plus Jocelyn had been an effective Regent while he went away all of those years he was previously away from the Keep, so he had no reason to bring her into this madness. He wanted what was best for his family, regardless of the circumstances; and worshipping the pagan 'R'llor' as it was called, was in none of their interests.

She nodded as a result of this interaction, or at least he assumed. He didn't know because he wasn't looking at her.

"That's something I never expected you to say, that you'd rather have dealings with Stannis amongst other people than your Sliver Prince of all things."

He turned towards her, with a slight sneer. "I don't call Rhaegar that anymore, woman. Not to mention, like you said before he's taken no fancy to no Red Witches and isn't obsessed with prophecies that may or may not come to pass."

"I didn't mean to offend you, Jon."

"You didn't offend me, but don't presume just because I had... certain affections in the past for him that it affects my judgement now."

"I don't, I think your a perfectly capable of handling this situation Jon."

He nodded ingeniously, "I hope I am. I would like to see Myra again, if nothing else." He sighed, thinking about the promise he made to Lord Stannis Baratheon when he took her. He swore he'd keep her safe and sound, like a good Lord would do for his liege. He promised himself that he would keep to this promise no matter what the consequence was, for her sakes at least. Back than he thought of the little girl as nothing more than a nuisance sent to him by an overbearing Liege-Lord, but now he thought of her akin as a daughter, if he ever had one that was.

"I'm sure you'll find her, Jon." She responded softly.

He wasn't so sure, because this Knight had been very clever in leaving behind no traces for them to follow. There have been sightings of the Blue Knight and the lady in yellow, but they've been few that it was hard to say for sure. Not to mention, it would seem as though he was leaving the Stormlands, but he couldn't be for sure. But by than, he'd be out of Lord Paramount Stannis's reach as far as one could tell. Not unless one of the other Lord Paramounts assisted in helping him find her, which was highly unlikely due to the nature of Lord Paramountcy. But he was Hand of the King, he was about the second most powerful person in Westeros beyond the King himself. He had no doubts that he could indeed find her if that was his wish. And it was - so tomorrow, he'd go to King's Landing to use his power to save her, If need be.

It was like this insufferable Knight was two steps ahead of him, most unfortunately..

"I hope so too, for our sakes." He responded nervously.

Somewhere in Westeros,

Myra

Myra Storm woke up slowly, her eyes slowly seeing objects and shapes around her. She felt as though she had been moving for sometime, as her back felt like it was killing her even though she lay upon soil of sorts. A soft object was surrounding her and appeared to be though it was encompassing her body. She yawned, before scratching her neck in due process. She felt rather lopped sided, even a bit dizzy as a result. She also could smell the delicious aroma of food being cooked on the side, although she could not see it. Someone also tied her raven hair back into a bun, as she felt it sitting there on the back of her skull. She gently rose herself from her slumber to see the woman in question.

Now that she could see her, she had pale skin, like she had, with rosey cheeks and a rebellious smirk upon those ruby red coloured lips of hers. She had a heart-shaped face, making her look pretty regardless of her haircut. Her hair was in a delicate looking braid. Myra was tempted to run immediately, but she felt the chains on her back. The woman turned her harsh blue eyes towards her direction at the first sounds of movement coming from her way, as she stirred the heating, boiling pot upon the blanket with the effectivity of a huntresses.

"You there. Want some soup I made from a dear I caught?" The woman had a distinctively neutral accent so it was hard for Myra to tell where she from. She looked could be a noblewoman's daughter, for she was very pretty as far as one concerned. She also had this natural elegance about her, that was hard to explain - she could've been a Dornish woman for the way she behaved and dressed as far as one was concerned. She was dressed like a man, in a leather jumper and leather pants to suit her needs; her boots were plain and dirty, as if she liked going everywhere casually. Her amour from the tourney was likely gone, as she wasn't wearing it now. Probably packed it elsewhere I suppose.

As for the food, she had two wooden bowls on the side of the blanket as well, as if she was expecting she'd want something. She was indeed right, Myra was starving and could even feel her own stomach grumbling as a result of this. She had no felt this famished since going on a hunting trip with Orys and Richard, where Orys spent his time mocking Richard as he failed to catch anything, it led to such a debacle that Orys felt the need to choose the most difficult thing for a boy of his age to catch. As in a deer, because of their House Sigil of a stag. So she and the gracious Ashara Dayne went for hours as her boy hunted it - before she herself broke down and went to collect some rabbits at least. Even though her uncle said he was disappointed in her for doing that though.

"Yes, please. I'm bloody starving." She knew it wasn't wise to accept food from strange people that kidnapped one, but whom was she to complain? She was bloody starving and the food smelled delicious. The woman smiled, before scooping her a entire bowl of the red-looking stuff. It seemed to be pack full of vegetables and other goods, as if she was also a cook.

"Here, don't need to thank me for it. It's my treat for putting you to sleep for all those long, boring days." She replied giving her the bowl. Upon obtaining it, she took the wooden spoon she had gently placed in it and immediately began eating it. It tasted delicious honestly, and so thus she ate three more bowls of the warm, smoothing soup. She didn't even listen to anything else the woman had said, but she said nothing. Beyond staring at her, with those delicate yet harsh features of her's. She had a scar around her right eye, which served to make her gaze seem more hardened than the average noble even though she appeared very young indeed.

By the end, she thanked the girl sincerely, although she didn't ignore the fact she had been abducted by her at all. It just occurred to her to make friends out of her, that way she could beg to be allowed to be brought back to Storm's End. Or Griffin's Roast. Jon must be so worried about me. She thought suddenly, thinking about how saddened her foster father must be by her sudden loss.

"What do I call you?" She asked sincerely - she at least wanted to make friends with this adductor of a woman. Maybe that way, Myra could escape without her knowing, but somehow she doubted whomever this person was would ever trust her.

"Lady Ser." She replied, as she gave her rather stocky chestnut horse an apple from out of one of the small baggies attached to the Horse by the sandal. Maybe I can take that horse when she's not looking, but I'll have no idea where I'm going though. She thought nervously, tempted to bite out off her own fingernail about this. She felt as though she was trapped, and nor did she appreciate that.

"Okay, Lady Ser." She replied, gently - as she had a bad feeling about backtalking this stranger. She seemed dangerous, in a foreign kind of way that Myra couldn't put a finger on.

"We're not leaving just yet, m' lady Storm. I need to get 'er all ready up and we'll be ready to go as it stands." The woman responded, while her horse ate the apple. She was even patting it on it's mane as it did so, with a kindly hand on the wooden reign. Myra noted that she had a black sword shelf on her waist and a simple metal shield upon her back. The metal shield was meant for lady about her size - she wasn't the largest of woman, but neither was she at that petite. She was certainly taller than Myra, and Myra was taller than the average woman in Westeros by several inches due to her Baratheon nature.

She shrugged - she wasn't sure was, beyond there being great wooden trees everywhere where they currently where at it. The sun was behind the trees, and there was no signs of any sort of rain clouds in the distance blue sky. It was the start of a short autumn, and so thus everything was colder out as a result. They say a Long Winter shall come and it shall be the fiercest of it's time. Myra had heard the King go on and on about the Long Winter to her foster father when she was younger. Queen Lyanna refused to comment, refusing to say her house words anymore, as if she was ashamed of something she did to House Stark. She also looked awfully pale in those days, as though she was struken by a disease - it was said that the Queen was once a spitfire back in days long since pasted, but Myra experienced none of that nature out of the Queen. No, she acted akin to a bloody dutiful housewife to Rhaegar. How very boring indeed.

"You'll see, m' lady Storm. You'll see." She was smiling wickedly, which made Myra feel all the more nervous. She wished she had a bow and a couple of arrows, or at least something to defend herself with. To defend herself against this person, this supposed Lady Ser as she called herself, but she knew better than to think about that against a armoured, presumably well-trained 'companion' though.

to ProTaggingProperly: Aegon is 17 and Orys is 14. As for why Aegon acts like this, look at dis:;"It drove him absolutely mad, because he thought even astrongt some point the Prince's wife, Daenerys, was interested because whenever she talked to him it was flirtatious, and the way she stared at him was even worse whenever he attended tourney's, as if she couldn't get enough. It made him want to run away, considering the affairs of Targaryen's was something he did not want to find himself involved in. It went so far, that even bloody Aegon, the good Prince, confronted him about it " Me thinks he's acting like a child because of his wife, lmao

Also: ProTaggingProperly: Thank you for your feedback. I'll consider it in the future.