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Her head throbbed immensely, she hadn't felt such pain since she slipped up during her training with Jeor and he hit her in the head with a wooden sword. She groaned slightly and felt her head roll about on her shoulders. She felt the steady pace of the trotting hooves of her horse beneath her and the warm breath of someone behind her. She let her head tip back onto their chest; just to be sure she wasn't imagining things. Sure enough, she felt the sturdy metal of a chest plate on the back of her head.

"Ah, you're awake." She heard a familiar taunting voice behind her. "Just in time too, we've arrived at camp."

Ignoring the stabbing pain in her head, she forced herself to look at her surroundings. Hundreds of tents were set up; all bearing flags adorned with wolves, men from the north if she remembered correctly. Black spots still clouded her vision, but she blinked them away. Many men stopped and stared attentively as the horse walked by. Dimeria was certainly accustomed to the stares of men, but this felt different. She was no longer in the security of Castle Black, the only home she had ever known. No, she was captured by men she had never seen before and it seemed as though they could see right through her. She straightened her spine and forced a brave look on her face. She certainly didn't feel brave though; she felt insecure, anxious, and scared…definitely scared. Dimeria had fallen under the impression that her quest would be easy and swift; how completely wrong she was. She swallowed the lump that had formed in her throat and held her head high; these men would never know how she truly felt, not if she had a say.

The man behind her brought the horse to a stop and dismounted. Dimeria looked down and felt disgust rush through as she saw it was Theon that had been behind her. She glared down at him as he offered his assistance to help her off the horse. She would have completely rejected, but seeing as her hands were bound behind her back, she didn't have much of a choice. He placed his hands on her waist and couldn't help but smirk as he felt her tense her muscles, a man obviously had never touched her.

"I must say, I never thought it would be so difficult to capture a woman before. You seemed to put up a fight even when you were knocked out." Theon said to her as she touched the ground.

"Perhaps we will have a rematch one day. A fight where you will not have the assistance of your incompetent men." She said with a smirk.

He couldn't help but chuckle at her remark. Even in the hands of the enemy, this one would not go down easily. He pushed her along towards the largest tent in the encampment. She gazed curiously at the guards who stopped Theon before letting them in.

"We captured her in the forest, although she put up quite a fight." He gestured back to his 3 comrades who cautiously kept their distance. A sly grin found its way onto her face and she felt a surge of pride enter her chest.

The guard nodded his consent before casting a sidelong glance at Dimeria. As she entered the tent she saw at least a dozen people leaning over a large table in the center of the space. They all seemed to be fussing over a map on the table that was covered with small pieces in the shapes of wolves and lions. Her interest piqued, she peered over the shoulder of the man at the head of the table. She saw that there were many more lion figurines than there were wolves and raised her brows wanting to know more.

"Hm, you all seem outnumbered by lions…that could be problematic." She said drawing everyone's attention towards her.

They all quickly turned and drew their swords, ready to attack their intruder. She felt annoyance bubble within and said,

"Oh, calm down…my hands are already bound." She said impudently.

They replaced their weapons and gazed at her suspiciously. Dimeria placed a nonchalant expression on her face, but on the inside she felt as if her stomach was twisting into knots. Holding her breath, she held up her chin boldly.

"What is going on, Greyjoy?" The young man at the head of the table asked. He ran his hand through his curly auburn hair and sighed audibly. He looked young, but it seemed as if his experiences had aged him greatly. His blue eyes seemed tired and dark circles encompassed his lower lids.

"Well, the boys and I were doing our patrols like you told us to and that's where we saw her. Not really sure what she was doing, she was…cheering or something."

Dimeria bit her lip and felt her cheeks turn hot. She hadn't thought anyone would have seen her shouting for joy; that was a stupid mistake.

"Anyway, she was by herself so we thought that…we should uh, well…" Theon paused knowing that most of the people present didn't approve of his promiscuous ways.

"Well, ya know."

The young man rolled his blue eyes and waved his hands for Theon to continue.

"So we went up to her not expecting any real struggle, but we got one. She disarmed the others I was with like it was nothing…incredible for a girl, really. If it weren't for one of the guys waking up and knocking her out, she would have gotten away."

"Ah, so you admit I had you beat." Dimeria interrupted with an arrogant grin. Theon raised his brows and tilted his head as if Dimeria's comment only proved his point of how fierce she was.

A large man grunted to the side. He had a thick peppered beard and what looked like crazed eyes to Dimeria.

"What're ya going to do with her, Robb?" He asked with a gruff voice.

"Robb? Robb Stark?" Dimeria interjected.

The man with curly auburn hair and regarded her curiously. This girl was certainly from the north, but he had never seen her before in his life; how did she know him?

"Yes…" He said slowly.

"How do you know of him, girl!?" She large man shouted loudly at her. The man she assumed was Robb calmed him down before turning to her again.

"Lord Umber, calm yourself…well?" Robb inquired.

"I know your brother, Jon Snow…he spoke about you to me."

"Jon Snow has taken the Black. He's a Night's Watchman at The Wall, you cannot know him." Robb told her.

"I can actually…that was my home."

"Your home? You were raised on The Wall?" Robb asked with a stunned look on his face.

Many comments arose from the other men in the tent, doubting her claim. Theon was the first ask her a direct question:

"How could you have been raised on The Wall, the men their cannot father children."

"I am a bastard child. The Lord Commander found me when I was a baby as he was picking up convicts to take the Oath."

Everyone looked at her incredulously. Dimeria didn't blame them, now that she heard her own story aloud, it sounded quite strange.

"Look, I have never taken the vows that everyone else takes at The Wall. That's why I was able to leave." She said desperately. Fear had wiggled its way into her mind, frightening her into thinking that the men were going to send her straight back to Castle Black. She began twisting her hands in their binds, wishing she was free of them.

"And where exactly are you going?" Robb Stark asked her.

Dimeria sighed greatly then, deciding she wasn't going to let these men boss her around. She stretched her arms as best she could and said with great exaggeration:

"Oh, I would love to tell you, but these binds are quite uncomfortable. I can't bring myself to think through the pain!"

Robb Stark stifled an irritated sigh, but didn't bother to hide rolling his eyes. He nodded at Theon who had been chuckling at her remark to cut her binds.

Dimeria smiled sweetly at him, bringing another amused smirk to Theon's face. This girl was definitely putting on a show for him. After stretching out her arms, she continued with her story.

"I was heading south before your poorly trained men attacked me." She said disrespectfully. Theon scoffed at her remark, but made no move to argue; he knew better than anyone that the 3 other men fought awfully.

"Aye, so you're siding with the Lannisters then!" The man called Lord Umber accused her.

"My loyalty lies with no one, but myself!" She shouted at him. Anger coursed throughout her body and she felt her throat tighten up with resentment. These men had no idea who she was (and neither did she) and they had the nerve to accuse her of things she had no knowledge of. Her cold blue eyes bore into the men, daring them to anger her even more. She knew she needed to explain herself, but she didn't trust these men; she didn't want to tell them what it was that she was after.

"I'm heading south for information. I have no loyalty to any army in whatever war you're fighting. Please, just let me go." She pleaded with them.

Robb Stark almost seemed to consider it for a moment, but the girl intrigued him. What information could she be looking for? He had noticed earlier that she had no knowledge of what the figurines on the map symbolized, perhaps she was just looking to inform herself. In that case, she wouldn't be that dangerous. Then again, she could just be lying and trying to get back to the Lannister encampment, with that being a possibility, it was extremely hazardous to release her. Robb sighed once again; he seemed to be doing that a lot more these days.

"What is your name?" He asked her.

No answer. Dimeria narrowed her eyes slightly, letting him know that she wasn't going to tell him. She mentally rolled her eyes at herself, how could she have been so reckless? Cheering in the middle of the woods? She wasn't at The Wall anymore; she couldn't afford to be so careless like that.

Robb continued to stare at her intently. Her blue eyes reminded him of large sapphires, deep and hypnotizing. The longer he stared, the more lost he got in them.

"My Lord?" Lord Umber stole Robb's attention way from the girl, allowing him to think clearly again.

"Set up a tent for her, station guards at the entrance…do not let her leave." He said sternly to Theon.

Dimeria's eyes widened in fury and she jerked violently as Theon quickly pinned her arms behind her back.

"You can't do this! Just let me go!" She screamed.

Her angry protests did nothing to loosen Theon's tight grip as he nodded at another guard to bind her wrists again, for he knew she would try to make a break for it. Tears rimmed her eyes, but she forced them back; she didn't want to show weakness.

As she waited for the men to set up her tent, she finally managed to calm herself down. Theon still had a vice-like grip on her arms and she felt as if her blood was boiling. Once the tent was up, he forcefully shoved her in there and laughed as she stumbled. With an evil grin he left the tent and reminded the guards to not let her leave the tent.

Dimeria angrily kicked over a chair that had been left at a small table. She sat on the bed and painfully rubbed at her wrists, which had been rubbed raw from the tightly wrapped ropes. She scolded herself for her ignorance. She should've known that her journey wasn't going to be easy, yet she didn't prepare herself for any struggles, and now Robb Stark's army captured her.

She tried to think back to Jon's words of his half-brother. Why was Robb even out here for battle? Again, she scolded herself. She should have at least educated herself with the events of the outside world, but she didn't. She never cared for politics or what other people were doing; she only cared about what concerned her. Apparently that's not how the outside world worked.

Dimeria forced herself to take calming breaths. She could get out of this, she could. She just needed to be smart and she needed some time. She was only one prisoner, surely they wouldn't care that much if she managed to escape. She looked up as she heard the entrance of her tent flap open. She did her best to hide her surprise when she saw that it was Robb Stark.

Once again Robb found himself lost in Dimeria's blue eyes as she looked up at him. He had his mother's Tully blue eyes, but she had eyes that sparkled brighter than stars in the night sky; he couldn't bring himself to stop looking at them. She stood then, with a suspicious look on her face.

"I, uh-I just wanted to tell you that…you're not my prisoner. I won't be treating you like I usually would our prisoners." He told her, bringing his mind back to reality.

She raised her brows questioningly, not believing a word he was saying.

"If I'm not your prisoner, why won't you let me go?"

"I can't risk it. I don't know what you might tell the Lannisters if I let you go."

"I won't tell them anything! I don't even know what I would tell them, I know nothing of what is going on!" She yelled with frustration.

Confusion showed plainly on Robb's face. How did she not know? He made a mental note to ask her of her life on The Wall. Her life certainly must have been interesting. No mother, no septa…she would have been the only female at Castle Black, he realized.

No wonder she is so guarded. He thought to himself.

"If you need anything, just ask one of the guards outside. They'll come and get me." He said to her.

Dimeria closed her eyes in disappointment. She tried telling herself she was lucky; Robb could have her chained up to a post like a normal prisoner. A thought struck her then and she quickly called to Robb to come back.

"Where is my pack?" She asked him urgently.

"I'm not going to give you your weapons back." He said shaking his head.

"I don't want my weapons," she snapped at him, "I have things in my pack and they're special to me."

He shrugged his shoulders, not understanding what it was she was getting at. She sighed and said,

"Could you just make sure your brutes of men don't do anything to my pack?"

"I can bring you your bag, but I have to keep your weapon." He said sternly.

"Fine." She growled more than spoke.

He turned to leave and Dimeria thought of something else she needed. She called him back and he turned with irritation clear on his face. He noticed that she had suddenly gotten very sheepish and she clenched her fists nervously. He softened his visage and waited for her to speak, she was obviously uncomfortable and he felt badly for her.

"I…well, I promised your brother I would send a raven when I could. I expected to be travelling at this time, but since I am not… do you think I could write to him?"

Robb felt the corners of his mouth turn upwards. She obviously cared for Jon and he wondered what type of relationship they had.

"Only if you do something for me." He said with a slight smile.

She furrowed her eyebrows and narrowed her eyes again.

"Will you tell me your name?" He asked sincerely.

Relief flushed through her heart through at his request. She was worried he would ask her to do something she didn't want to do. She shuddered at the thought of someone touching her in that sense. Dimeria was never fazed when the men at Castle Black taunted her, but she was absolutely terrified of what would happen if she were forced to pleasure a man sexually, she had never had any sort of relationship of that type. At The Wall, she had been able to defend herself, but she was a prisoner here…they could do whatever they wanted to her, technically.

"Dimeria."

Robb smiled a smile that seemed to sparkle brighter than diamonds.

"What, no surname?" He asked kindly.

"I have a surname." Dimeria replied coolly. "I just…"

"Say no more, you do not have to tell me." He said continuing to smile at her. She smiled back at him as she realized his kindness reminded her of Jon. It was fitting that they were brothers, even if it was just by half.

"I will have someone bring you ink and parchment tomorrow morning along with your pack. You should get some rest." Robb said gently.

"Thank you, Robb-Uh, Lord…Stark." She said trying to remember her manners. That was one of the few things that Aemon had bothered to teach her that usually a Septa would have taught.

"Robb is fine." He reassured her with another smile.

Dimeria returned the smile and nervously tucked the loose strand of white hair behind her ear. Robb stared at it curiously, noticing it for the first time. Dimeria bit her lip, conscious of Robb's gaze. Instead of saying anything though, he just bid her good night and quietly walked out.

Walking to back to her bed, she sat down and yawned heavily. It had been several nights since she had gotten a full night's sleep, she intended on making the best of her captivity and catching up on her rest. She released her hair from the messy braid it was in and laid back, letting her mind wander. It drifted back to Castle Black; the white snow covering every inch of ground, the wooden ramps thumping with every footstep, the long ride up to her post on The Wall; it all came back to her like the cold wind that used to constantly blow in her face.

She felt her eyelids drooping heavily as she remembered the good times, though they were few, she had at Castle Black. She always enjoyed training the recruits, the rush of superiority she felt when they tried to snap at her. Most of her memories included Jon, though. She laughed and smiled to herself as she rolled over on her side.

Apparently I won't be rid of the Starks as easily as I thought. She said to herself.

Her smile didn't leave her face as she thought of the words Jon said to her as he described his family. He loved them so much; she remembered thinking how hard it must have been to leave them. She recalled how close Jon said he was to Robb, how it really felt like they were actual brothers. Jon had told Dimeria so much of Robb and now she found herself in the curious position of actually meeting him; although she regretted the terms in which they had stumbled upon each other. She weirdly felt as if she knew Robb already.

She smiled to herself again before she let sleep claim her as she realized there was one thing Jon never mentioned about Robb.

He never mentioned how handsome Robb was.

Now Dimeria has met the infamous Robb Stark!

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