They landed in deep snow, so they didn't break any of their bones. They took off running across the courtyard.

"We've gotta escape Ramsay's wroth!" Theon said.

"Huh?" said Ruth. "Isn't wroth an adjective, not a noun?"

Suddenly, Myranda and Yellow Dick stepped out of nowhere and jumped in front of them, blocking their path.

"Where are you goin', Reek?" Myranda taunted. "There's nowhere to run!"

Theon gritted his teeth. "I'm sick of everyone callin' me by that stupid name!"

"What's wrong with the name Reek?" said Yellow Dick. "It's better than my name."

"Please don't kill us!" Ruth begged.

Myranda smiled nastily. "Kill you? Why would I wanna do that? Ramsay needs you. But I suppose he doesn't need all of you. Just the parts he needs to make his heir, until you've given him a boy or two and he's finished usin' them. Then, he's got incredible plans for those parts." She raised a bow.

But before she could fire, someone came up behind her and stabbed her in the back! It was Hayley. Jeff and Roger were with her. When Dick turned around to see who had stabbed Myranda, Roger brained him with his lute.

"Hey, you're those musicians from the wedding," Theon said.

"We're not really musicians," Hayley said. "We were sent here to rescue Meg Griffin."

"Well, I'm not Meg," Ruth said.

Jeff was confused. "Then who are you? You look just like her."

"My name's Ruth. I was Meg's servant at Winterfell, and I went to King's Landing with her and her father. The real Meg ran away from the city on the day her father was killed. Nobody knew where she went, so King Joffrey decided to make me pretend to be her and send me to marry Ramsay."

"Well, this is just great," Roger said. "We came out here for nothing!"

"It's not for nothing, Roger," said Hayley. "We may not have found Meg, but at least we can save this girl Ruth."

"What are we gonna do with her?" Jeff wondered.

Theon had a suggestion. "We could take her to Castle Black. Brian Griffin is the commander there now. He'll help her."

"Good idea," said Hayley. "We'll bring her to Brian, and then we can get back to searching for the real Meg."

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In Dorne, Doran Martell was having a meeting with his daughter Arianne, Ellaria Sand, and Oberyn's three oldest daughters, Obara, Nymeria, and Tyene, who were collectively known as the "Sand Snakes."

"Why the hells did you let the Kingslayer go?" Nymeria demanded of Doran. "We should have kept him as a hostage."

"We couldn't do that," Doran said. "Right now, we need to do everything in our power to avoid provoking King Joffrey's wroth."

"Um, do you mean wrath?" Arianne asked. "Wroth is an adjective, not a noun."

"You are a coward, uncle!" Obara spouted. "The Lannisters killed your brother, who in case you forgot is also my father! We should be gathering our army right now to march up the Kingsroad and attack King's Landing!"

"Chris Griffin tried rebelling against the crown, and look where it got him," Ellaria said. "Hasn't there been enough killing?"

"She's right," said Doran. "We can't survive a war with the Iron Throne now. We've just gotta be patient…"

Arianne interrupted. "You've got the patience of Baelor the Blessed when it comes to the Lannisters, but you've got none for your own family!" she snapped. "You don't care about what I have to say, or what 'Bara has to say, or Nym, or Tyene, just because we're girls! And I know about your plan to make Quentin your heir instead of me because he's a boy! I saw that letter you wrote him when we were kids."

"Sweetling," her father responded, "I would never dream of depriving you of your birthright. The only reason I was going to make Quentin my heir is because I had other plans for you. But those other plans have fallen flat now, so there is no reason why you should not inherit Dorne."

Arianne was curious. "Other plans? What other plans?"

"Well, I was going to have you marry Viserys Targaryen."

"Targaryen?" she puzzled. "I thought all the Targaryens were dead."

"No. Viserys was Aerys's son. He and his sister Daenerys escaped from Westeros after their father was killed, and they've been hiding across the sea. When Viserys was old enough, he was going to come back and claim his father's throne. Then you could have married him and become queen of all Westeros. But now that won't happen, because Viserys is dead. However, his sister Daenerys is still alive. She's in Mossflower right now. She managed to find three dragon eggs and get them to hatch. Now she has three dragons, and she's gathering an army to conquer Westeros. Your brother Quentin has gone to fetch her. When she gets here, we're going to join up with her. Then we shall have vengeance. Justice. Fire and blood."

"Wow," said Nymeria. "I think I actually like this idea."

"Who would have thought it?" said Obara. "You've got balls after all."