Aurora was curled up in the corner. The amount of hay they had provided her, did little to help with the cold, but it provided some comfort from the winds. Her light pink dress she had wore on the day she had taken her sister place, was dirty and torn. It did little to cover and protect her. The guards had refused to give her anything else to wear. Her eyes opened, when she heard the bustle of the guards. Two of them came into her cell, followed by a third man. He motioned for them to leave. Before anyone made a move, a large direwolf walked in behind the man. The two guards quickly walked around, running out of the cell. The direwolf let out a menacing growl, his eyes on her. Aurora felt a smile come to her lips, the first one since arriving in King's Landing. She found the beasts eyes, beautiful, looking into them. The direwolf mouth slowly relaxed. Holding up a hand, she held it. The beast took a few steps forward, smelling it, before sitting in front of her. Waiting for something. She could feel the heat coming from him. She began to shiver from the cold.
"If you were planning on killing me now, I wouldn't bother. It's going to be happening soon anyway." She dropped her hand, bringing it to rub against her bare arms.
"I wasn't planning on killing you. I have questions that need answering."
"Ask them." Aurora looked up him for the first time. She saw the direwolf pendant shining in the light. The dark muted clothes he wore, showed he was not from the south. The lack of virbantance of colors indicated to her he was from a northern territory. "Lord Stark."
"Why did you orchestrate the attempted assassination on my sister?" Aurora felt her smile drop. The direwolf stood up, moving a little closer to her. Like it sensed her sadness. He stayed an Arm length away. She dare not break his trust by reaching out.
"Would you believe me if I said I didn't?" She watched Lord Stark's reaction. If it's as if he knew she would say it, but couldn't quite believe she had said so this early. "By now, Margaery has fled Kings Landing, along with the rest of my family. They used the excuse that they couldn't bare to watch one of their own be executed for High treason. While she was sent on a ship either heading to Bravos or Mya."
"How did you know? The guards tell me no one has come to visit you."
"Why would they? The only people who care about me are either in Dorne or dead." Standing up, Aurora walked over to the small barred window to gaze out at the Traitors bay. The heads of the would-be-assassins on spikes. "How I know? That is what my Grandmother would do. They planned this escape, the moment she had made the call to try and kill Lady Sansa." He watched, the girl, wip away a tear. Her dress left little to the imagination under the sunlight, and wondered why no one had offered her at least something to cover herself with.
"If you knew she had done it, why did you confess to crime you say you did not commit? Why let an escape murderess leave?" He felt anger coming to him. They all knew Margaery had done it, but than the confession never came. It came from a nobody, a stranger.
"I never said she would escape. Before I left for Kings Landing, I had already sent word to Dorne. They have sent men to each port and men to High Garden in order to capture her."
"Dorne? What does Dorne have to do with this?"
"The men, she tricked to do the killings is a Low level Dornish prince. Yes, he's a low level, not even close to taking the throne, but he is still a prince. Their brother. They want revenge. Since they can't go after the one who killed him, they are going after the one that tricked him." Lord Stark shook his head, his icy glare on her.
"You still have answered the first question." Aurora looked at him, tears coming, but she swallowed the lump in her throat. Walking over, she sat back in the hay. Curling her knees to her chest.
"If you dare to not leave the ship, you'll never make it back to High Garden alive." Aurora trained her eyes on the ground. "That was the last thing my father said to me. Either the Dragon Queen kills me or my family does. I didn't want to give my grandmother the satisfaction of proving herself right." A few moments of silence passed. Only the direwolves breathing was heard, the panting echoing on the walls.
"You seem to know a lot of things Lady Tyrell. Grey wind, come." Lord Stark left the cell. Grey wind gave Aurora another look, before leaving.
"I'm sorry about the red wedding." Aurora spoke, causing him to pause. "No one should have to watch their loved one and child murdered like that. Nor their parents."
"What do you know about my family."
"I am the rose growing on the wall. The one people think is pretty, but not beautiful enough to take. I hear everything. Varys has his whispers, I have mine." She watched him, leave. The direwolf, gave her one last look before following him. Standing, she returned her gaze up to the man that was fooled.
"You would have come for me." She whispered, looking at the head of the man she once lovingly called father. The only real one she ever had.