Ravenna heard the clanking of armor, and within moments she was climbing to her feet, brushing off her dress even though there was no residue. Ravenna kept fairly close to the silver-haired woman, watching intently and listening just as closely as the knight approached. At first, Ravenna's feelings were nothing more than curiosity. And then, by the tone of the older gentleman's voice, she realized something was wrong.

She had seen the tip of the ice-burg in regards to the mad king's madness, but she hadn't really expected what would follow. When she heard what the knight said about her family, she couldn't help the quiet gasp escaping her lips. Her eyes wide, her body stiffened. What? Imprisonment? She was surprised, and this feeling seemed to block, for a moment, all her other feelings.

She numbly heard Sintara's words, though they meant little to her. She herself had stated earlier that there was little protection she could provide, and little she could do. She did not look for hope where there could be done.

"No... No, you can't. We haven't done anything!" She said suddenly, shaking her head when the knight said she must go with him.

She couldn't. Her family - no, this couldn't be. Imprisonment! The word kept ringing in her head, and she wasn't sure if this meant a quick death or a slow one, where'd she rot in a dirty cell until the end of her days. And her family? The thought of her mother and father in a cell made her heart beat hard and fast.

"Your king is mad! All of you know it! No good will come of this." she hissed the latter bit, eyes narrowed in defiance.

But she knew that attempting to flee would be futile. This was the Targaryen's territory; this was their home, their land. She would not make it through the many halls of king's landing, she would not escape. And even if she could, she wouldn't leave her family. Her teeth clenched, and all she could do was glare in anger. Raging would not help this situation - in fact, it would only make things worse.

"You follow the madman, obey him, even though you know it will bring nothing more than bloodshed." Her words were pointless, but it was her attempt to delay the inevitable.

A voice was screaming in the back of her mind at her, telling her this was all useless and that it was better if she just handed herself over. Her attention turned into the heiress's direction when the older girl took to leaving her to her own fate. She knew that there was little point in place much hope in Sintara, but some words of reassurance would have been nice.

As the older man, the heiress, and the dragon left Ravenna couldn't help but admit that she felt very vulnerable and exposed without them. She turned to the remaining knight, he was younger and rather handsome when she looked at long enough. However, that did little ease the tension within her body. "For the sake kingdom, I hope the time of the princess's coronation comes swiftly." She murmured in an honest tone.

She took a deep breath, slowly crossing the threshold to the knight, ready to be taken in imprisonment. "If the mad king lives much longer, I fear there won't be much of a kingdom left to rule. All the houses will be dead or nearly so," She stated darkly, frowning. She provided no resistance now, though the defiant anger still burned in her dark gaze.

It looked as if the Knight had some choice words of his own, but a snow colored dragon made her way over to them. Sunfyre let out a yelp like roar in greeting as a beautiful woman walked up from the shadow. Instinctively, Ravenna stepped away from the white creature. It was just as frightening as it was magnificent.

The young Lady Stark cast a glance at the knight and then moved her gaze to the beautiful woman who stepped swiftly from the shadows. Her highness looked troubled, rightfully so, and when she spoke Ravenna's stomach flipped.

"There you are you." The Queen's chest rose up and down in a quick rhythm, the pink tint in her cheeks said she had been moving rather swiftly to find her. The Queen walked past Ser Arthur and to Ravenna's side.

"Don't say anything I will explain along the way." She whispered lowly before turning her attention to Ser Arthur. "Lady Stark is to come with me. I have some business to attend with her." The woman spoke with such confidence and assurance that it was hard to use was lying beside the light shake in her hands.

"My King order all the Starks and-" The man started but did not finish as the Queen cast an entrancing smile at him.

"I know what his orders were. This will only take a moment and then you can have her back." Rhaella promised while reaching out and gripping Ravenna's hand in a vice grip.

"Of course my Queen. I shall esco-" Once again she cut him off clearly in a hurry.

"No need Sunfyre will accompany us." The usually playful and adventure beast was standing at attention looking oddly serious for once. "Besides you have a duty to carry out we don't want to take you away from that." The smile was strained but as lovely as always.

She didn't wait for a respond for she began pulled Ravenna after her out of the garden. "Mīsagon" Sunfyre dart ahead and padded on ahead to guard at the order. Ravenna kept up with the swift pace, accustomed to hurried walks and such. Living up in the North wasn't an easy stroll through a garden, and keeping pace with a queen was easy. It was her highness's urgency that unsettled Ravenna.

Ravenna remained silent uncertain what she should say to the queen or where she was being taken. Sintara said she couldn't guarantee her safety but would try. Perhaps if she pleaded with the Queen, with two of them on her side maybe it would sway the king. It was a long shot really and a wolf was not without its pride. Yet unlike the dragons, the wolves understood that having pride doesn't count for much if you're dead.

She was willing to go great lengths if it ensured the safety of her house. She was just about ready to open her mouth to say something when Rhaella let go of her wrist as she began walking down a corridor unknown to the Stark.

"It leads to my private chambers," Rhaella muttered before turning to Ravenna, she had been rather ignorant on her part worrying about this pup before her own hatchling. She tried hard not to worry about Sintara, one task at a time "Your father was already taken before I could do much about it. Your Lady Mother should be inside. I told my ladies in waiting to fetch her." She sighed looking exceptionally exhausted.

"Sunfyre, Umbagon." The dragon grunted her agreement as Rhaella pushed the girl inside the room.

When the Queen stopped suddenly and turned to face Ravenna, the young woman's eyes widened. What would the queen want to say to her? As news of her father comprehended, she felt her heart clench and fear sink in. But when she heard her mother was in the next room, tears of relief threatened to spring forth.

She straightened up, giving the queen a firm nod in acknowledgment. When she was pushed into the room, her eyes almost instantly found her mother. The woman was older, yes, but she was aging well. Her skin was paled, making her naturally dark hair seem even darker, like the blackest night without stars or moonlight. Her eyes stood out; a bright, icy blue.

They were orbs filled with so many emotions that it made Ravenna feel drained and saddened. The older woman, known as Lyarra, stood swiftly, arms opening wide. Ravenna wasted no time in crossing the room to wrap her arms around her petite mother, holding her close. They were silent for a moment.

"Oh, my daughter," Lyarra whispered, her voice trembling.

She pulled away for a moment, holding Ravenna at arm's length to look at her. She was silent for a long moment before turning her blue gaze to the queen. They softened now. Any animosity that Lyarra had once held towards the Targaryens had faded in this moment. Rhaella was helping her, was betraying the wishes of the king, and words could not describe the gratefulness Lady Stark held. But now was a moment of action. There wasn't time to cry and grieve and be fearful. Now was a time to move - it was their only chance of making it out. Lyarra still looked to the queen.

"After what you've done for me already, it is unfair of me to ask this. I will take whatever punishment the king so orders, if only you save my daughter." her eyes were pleading, but she stood tall and firm. She was a lady first and foremost, after all.

The woman gave a very heartwarming smile at the other woman's words, one of only reserved for her daughter. She waved the woman's words off while adding some of her own. "I know what it is like to have a child, and I will do what I can for her." She promised with a distant look in her lavender eyes. She gave a soft shake of her head to rid herself an unwanted memory. They had to be swift if this was going to work. "

Do listen well for I don't have time to repeat myself."

The Queen told the two Starks with a new amount of determination. "My King found letters in your Lord Husband chambers. Letters that spoke of overthrowing him. They were addressed to several different houses, however, the responses were not found with them." The Queen held up a hand before the youngest Stark could speak out.

"I can assure you that Lord Rickard will not be killed immediately, not until King Aerys finds who else was involved. I can not say how long he will have. But until then I have something you must do. I can help you flee from King's Land and to Winterfell. But in return, I must ask you gather your bannermen and any allies you might have and convince them to march on King's Landing. I can assure you that you will not be met with resistance from the Lannister Lions." Rhaella ignored the expressions upon their faces and continued on with her last request. "Above all I need to take my daughter and her dragon with you to the North."