I lean against a tree, pulling my cloak around me. "Here," Rodrick says handing me a bowl of rabbit stew.

"Thank you," I sip at it liking the taste.

"How are you holding up?"

I look over at Catelyn who takes a seat next to me. "Fine, this is good," I eat some more.

She shifts getting comfortable. "I would like to apologize for how I treated you before you left," she says. "I thought- well I was upset about Bran, and you were leaving me again-." she sighs. "I just mean to tell you that I shouldn't have treated you in such a way. You are already grown up, I missed your childhood."

"It's alright, I understand."

"You miss him don't you?" she asks after a brief pause.

"Who Ned?"

"No, Jaime. I saw him kiss your cheek."

"Oh, that was nothing," I say blushing.

"You like him," she observes. "I guess you can't help who you like. He is attractive, but he is not a good man."

"I'm not going to marry him."

"You told him you were going didn't you?" she asks but it comes out as more of a statement than a question. I look down into my bowl. "I suppose they would all find out sooner or later. Tywin will have someone watching you," I snort.

"Jaime doesn't want to marry either," I say blushing. "He'd rather stay in the kingsguard, guarding the King and all of his other duties."

"You'll find someone else. You know Ned and I didn't love each other until after we were married. Many marriages are like that."

"Let's stop talking about marriage now."

"How's Sansa? I heard about Lady and your troubles along the Kingsroad."

"Prince Joffrey is a little prick, and I wouldn't want to marry him if I were her. Arya and Sansa hated each other but I think they are fine now. I'm not really sure."

"They're exact opposites, they'll fight, but they'll always be sisters, just like you will always be my daughter, and their big sister, even if you don't call me mother. I think it's time we get some sleep," she says. I nod, and pull out my blanket making myself a bed on the ground. I curl up next to her and lay for a while listening to the sounds of the night dreading what I would dream.

Daenerys Targaryen was once again poisoned.

Her brother was encased in molten gold while he screamed.

Arya was sword fighting with a stranger.

Ned lost his head.

I woke up breathing hard. It was morning, and Catelyn was shaking me. "Are you alright?"

"Yes, yes I'm fine," I lay my head down trying to breathe normal. "I'm fine," I try to get the image of Ned out of my head, and am nearly successful.

"Here, some breakfast. We should be at an inn tonight." I push myself up shivering slightly in the cold. I pick up the cold bowl of stew and eat it gratefully. At least Arya will be happy, I think.

"Thank you," I say. I get up and shake my legs out. I go a few feet away to go to the bathroom. When I'm done I say a silent prayer to keep my family safe, and then returned to Catelyn and Rodrick. We move along at a swift pace in silence for a great part of the day. "Can I ask about Littlefinger?"

"Petyr? He's been my friend since I was a little girl. He liked me but I wasn't for him."

"I think he still likes you," I say. "I don't think I liked him."

"He wouldn't hurt anyone. He really couldn't except by knowing their secrets. And I have none, and neither should you."

"What about Ned, could he hurt him."

"Don't worry about Ned, he is a good man, best friends with the King. He will be OK. What is all of this about?"

"I just- I've been having these dreams about people dying."

"They're just dreams."

"I know," I sigh and we lapse into silence as the day keeps on going. As evening draws near we finally find the inn Catelyn had promised.

"Don't tell anyone who you are," she says as we get down. We go in and Rodrick pays for our meals and a room, and we take our seats. We sit in silence looking at the people around us when a young singer sits down next to us.

"Seven blessings to you, good folk," he says.

"And to you," Catelyn says looking away.

"Roy, bread meat and beer quickly," Rodrick says trying to hurry our meal along and get the singer away.

"Oh come on there grandfather, I'm starving. A song while we wait? I'm sure the pretty young lass would enjoy one."

"I'd rather throw myself down a well," Rodrick tells him as I look away.

"Now, now Grandfather, this could be your last chance if you're heading North. The only music Northerners know is the howling of wolves," the door creaks open, and I look seeing Tyrion Lannister. All three of us duck down.

"I'm sorry My Lord, we're full up," the barkeep says to him. "Every room."

"My men can sleep in the stables, as for myself I don't require a large room."

"Surely My Lord we have nothing."

"Is there nothing I can do to remedy this?" he walks further towards us a gold coin held in his hand.

"You can have my room," a random sellsword sitting alone tells him.

"Now there's a clever man," Tyrion throws him the coin and he catches it. "You can manage food I trust?" he turns to the barkeep. "Jorgen dine with me."

"Aye My Lord," Jorgen the Nights Watch man says.

"My Lord of Lannister!" the singer says standing up and I silently groan to myself. "Can I entertain you while you eat? I can sing your father's victory at Kings Landing."

"Nothing would more likely ruin my supper. Lady Stark?" he says turning to Catelyn. "And Lya, beautiful as ever. What an unexpected pleasure. I was sorry to miss you at Winterfell."

She stands up, "I was still Catelyn Tully the last time I stayed here," she begins to question people's allegiance and I watch for reactions not taking in her words. I realize too late what she is doing.

"I envy your father all of his friends, Lady Stark. But I don't quite see the purpose."

"Catelyn," I say grabbing her sleeve. She turns away. "Mother!" I say trying to get her attention, but she keeps going talking to another man loyal to her father. "He didn't do it," I say into her ear and she shrugs me off annoyed.

"This man," she says turning to Tyrion, "came into my house as a guest and there conspired to murder my son, a boy of ten."

"Cat," I say tugging at her again trying to get her to stop.

"In the name of King Robert and the good lords you serve. I call upon you to seize him, and help me return him to Winterfell to await the King's Justice," people stand and draw their swords. I put a hand on my own and move slightly away. They chain him and put a bag over his head, and then Rodrick is dragging him out. Catelyn finally acknowledges me, and grabs onto my arm. She pulls me out after them. "Get on your horse," she instructs. I listen and I follow them feeling wary of what is going on.

We ride well into the night, when I am starting to fall asleep from exhaustion and my stomach is complaining that it's hungry. We finally stop and Tyrion is dumped on the ground like trash. He rolls to his side, and I struggle to get down. I stand on unsteady feet and put a hand on Silver's back to keep my balance.

"Come here," Catelyn says grabbing my arm. She pulls me away from the rest. "We are leaving before first light. You are staying here, we'll try not to wake you, but if we do, don't say a word. You are to go back to Winterfell."

"But where are you going?"

"It's not your concern. If you ride hard and fast you should be at Winterfell in two days time."

"What are you going to do?"

"He has to answer for his crimes."

"Catelyn, I think he's innocent. Why would he try and kill Bran. Bran was already wounded enough wasn't he?"

"I don't know, but he did. Go get some sleep. We'll leave you some food and a little money just in case but that's it."

"What if something happens?"

"You are a Stark of Winterfell, these men up ahead are sworn to your father and anything becomes of you it is their heads. They will be begging to help you," she caresses my cheek. "You'll be fine. Go get some sleep," she kisses my cheek, and makes her bed close to mine.

I open my eyes and sit up. It's foggy and as I look around I see that everyone's left already. I sigh bowing my head. I scoot myself backwards until I can lean against the tree. Ned's going to die, the Targaryens are going to die, Arya was going to die, Jaime's going to lose his hand, who was I going to see next? I shake the thoughts from my head and push myself to my feet stretching. I move just out of view of the road and go to the bathroom. I walk back to where Silver is tied to a branch, and go through a bag that hadn't been there. I pull out some food and some water eating and drinking. I untie Silver and pull myself up onto her, I start down the road.

I was paranoid, every little noise sent us into a full on gallop and I didn't dare stop to eat or use the bathroom until I absolutely had to when it was getting too dark to see the road. I didn't want to attract attention so I didn't light a fire. I hadn't actually seen anyone but Catelyn had announced she was going to Winterfell so people would be looking for Tyrion along this route. I pull my blanket tighter around myself eating my cold leftover stew.

I was starting to fall asleep leaned over my lap when I heard footsteps and laughter. I sit up straight looking around. I feel next to me trying to find my sword. "Hey look a horse," I stand up finding it. "Look, a girl," says a man appearing out of the darkness. Another man appears next to him.

"Who are you?" I ask.

"That depends on who you are?"

"She's got a sword," the other one says drawing his. "Can you use it?"

I pull my sword out, "I don't want to," I say.

"Hey," the first man says putting a hand on his friend. "Do you have food to share?"

I narrow my eyes at them, "what are you doing here?"

"Looking for someone. You wouldn't know where I could find a dwarf?"

"No," I say.

"Can we stay here with you?" the first man says.

"You are really pretty," the second man says. "Look, a wolf. She's a Stark," the man says grinning pulling his sword taking a step forward and the first man does the same.