Anastasia entered the king's tent, her shirt was a light red almost pink colour now that she'd washed it; Robb had demanded her presents said the man who found her dicing with the men. She'd always enjoyed gambling. She found him inclining on his make shift bed. "How's your side?"

"Good." His face was serious.

"What's wrong?"

"Theon has taken Winterfell and declared himself, prince of the iron islands." Robb's face was breaking apart.

Anastasia knelt beside her king and grabbed his hand. "Theon won't hurt your brothers." She reassured him, rubbing his hand.

"How do you know?"

"What would he get out of it, the north would never let him live he killed two of Eddard Starks boys and then what leeway would he have over of you when you retake your birth right, from the tentacles of the treacherous kraken." She moved her hand through his thick hair. He leaned his head up and met her red lips with his own, Anastasia enjoyed the sensation of it for a few moments, letting his tongue slid between her lips and tangle with her own. She broke away, it was tempting but he wasn't worth it. "Now you know the bitter taste that is betrayal, maybe you should listen to me next time."

"You only know because you were a betrayer yourself." He looked down as he said the words; they felt like a slap in the face to Anastasia. He tried to hide his embarrassment of her small rejection of him.

"Robb you chose to leave my head attached to my shoulders, in that act you decided that I hadn't committed treason. Therefore you need to live with that decision." She grabbed the hair her fingers were roaming through and twisted until they were almost pulled out by the roots. She leant down so she could whisper in his ear. "Don't you ever throw that back in my face again, because as good of friend that I am, I can be a much better enemy." Robb turned his head trying for her again, Anastasia moved before he could reach her this time. "Robb I'm not here to be your whore, do not treat me as such, if you desperately need to stick your cock in something, here." Anastasia flicked him a coin she got up and left, Robb was beginning to trust her too much, Anastasia knew she couldn't have that.

As Anastasia walked she noticed the little nurse Robb liked to talk with hanging around. She placed a hand on the girl's shoulders. "His grace is in need of your services." Anastasia walked off as the girl hurried into Robb's tent, let him enjoy a little bit of strange before the war was over. Anastasia made her way back to her own tent. She found Jade siting in the big assortment of cushions that she had. Anastasia went to the corner where there was a large chest; Anastasia pulled the fine silk dresses out of it, war wasn't always won with the sword and everyone must do what is needed regardless of personal opinion. Anastasia just hoped that she wouldn't have to. "Jade you'd do whatever I'd asked of you, wouldn't you?"

"Of course."

"Even going back to a life you swore against?"

"Yes, you saved my life and I told you it was yours. You may do whatever you wish with it."

"Good, I may call on you to do just that." Jade nodded.

Anastasia walked through the camp looking for something to do. The men all glared at her as she walked past, there had been a few before but since she had admitted that she was a Targaryen many more had joined the ranks. She was itching for a fight but couldn't bring herself to deal with the trouble they would bring, instead she found a nice tree and started to climb, it had been too long since she had done this she could feel the burn in her muscles as she scaled the tree she climbed from branch to branch swinging herself onto the ones big enough to stand on it felt good being up so high away from the petty problems of everyone away from the world and this war. Anastasia stood up straight and felt the wind blow in her face from here she could see poking out off in the distance the five black and decaying fingers of Harrenhal.

Anastasia sat and reflected on how had she ended up here? A year ago all she wanted was to travel north and see Jon Snow again, a year ago she'd never met the only remaining family on her mother's side, a year ago she still had a father, a year ago Ned Stark was a legend, a year ago she still had Barristan to talk to. Anastasia had always enjoyed talking to the old knight he'd listen to her and tell what he thought true, Barristan was the only man in the king's guard that was ever able to keep track of her, when she'd first lived in the red keep her father would assign a member of the king's guard to watch her, she made a great game out of it telling them she'd be going to the privy and really be climbing down the side of the building, and out the gates. She remembered one time when she had jumped out the window to hear the man yell as he tried to catch her nearly toppling out of the damn thing himself. But Barristan was different, all of her tricks only worked once on him. He learnt all of her ways out of the palace and would be waiting there when she arrived ready to take her back to the red keep. He'd into more friend than guard by the time she was ten, where she'd only have to ask and he'd accompany her outside of the spacious prison cell they called the red keep. Anastasia had only he to turn to when she leaving after her brother's death, she'd left out who had fathered her bastard and told him that she was willing apart from that he knew the truth. He even kept quiet to her father about the whole thing. She'd actually felt sorry about disappearing for him and her father.

The daylight began to fade and Anastasia decided to make her way back down the tree, it felt so much closer to the ground than it did to climb up. When Anastasia made her way back into the camp she found people running and torches being lit, she grabbed the nearest man she could. "What's going on?"

"The Kingslayer has been freed." He shouted before running off.

Anastasia made her way to Robb's tent; he'd have to know what happened. She stormed in anger filling her. "What the hell is going on here?"

Robb was surrounded by his bannermen; they all looked up at her. "The Kingslayer was freed by my mother, after we received word of my brother's deaths." Robb stared up at her and Anastasia could feel the hate rolling off of him, it was all directed at her, his voice was serious and it could mean that he blamed her for this.

Anastasia left before she could be accused of anything else. She found Lady Catelyn's tent where she had been confined. The guards were easy enough to get passed, they weren't too bright and Anastasia told them that she'd been sent by Robb. Catelyn looked up as she entered, her face went from expecting to bitter in three seconds flat. "What do you want?" She refused to look at Anastasia.

"I want to know why?"

"To save my girls, you claim you were a mother surely you can understand. I just lost two sons, I want my family back."

"I know what it is to love a child and I know what it is to act in emotion for them but this was calm and calculated. You know we won't get your daughters back for this, I hope you know that you possibly have gotten your eldest one killed from this stunt, if they hurt Sansa now what do we have to retaliate with, you gave away our only bargaining chip, just hope they bring him back."

Anastasia walked as fast as she could without appearing conspicuous, she found the way into her tent, and Chad was lounging. "Go get Jade now!" she snarled at him. Anastasia unlocked the chest and pulled out the contents and began stuffing them in the bags, she made sure they were safe from the majority of the weather.

Jade entered. "What do you need?"

"Get two horses and anything you need we leave in half an hour." Jade nodded in response.