Aurora was looking at each of Sansa's dresses. She had been instructed to only pick the ones that would survive in the North, anything else was to be donated to those in need. It was the day after Sansa's wedding to Jon. Aurora had laid out all the dresses on Sansa's bed, currently trying to pick the ones she would enjoy the most, yet be comfortable for their journey North.
"I don't think those are in your size." Aurora looked towards Robb Stark. He was leaning against the door frame, the look on disdain still on his features. Turning she silently greeted him before returning to her task. "Is Sansa present?"
"Do she look present Lord Stark?" She watched his Jaw clench, sarcasm wouldn't go far with him. "She is with Queen Daenerys and Prince Jon, discussing the upcoming departure. She has instructed me to pick out suitable dresses for the travel to Winterfell, Lord Stark." Robb came up to stand right next to her, he looked down at her, Aurora stopped moving, her eyes staying trained on the dresses.
"If you so much as think of harming my sister or if-" Aurora put a hand on his chest, pushing him back away from her a little.
"You stand to close Lord Stark." Before she could move it, he quickly grabbed her wrist holding it tightly. She felt the ache begin as his knuckles began to turn white. "Your hurting me." She said with more conviction.
"If you are a Dornish spy, I will execute you myself." Aurora turned to him, matching his gaze.
"If I wanted to live with theatres and death I would have stayed on the boat. Now let go of me Lord Stark." Robb gave one final squeeze before letting her go. Aurora cradled her hand against her chest, making sure nothing was broken. She gazed at the bruise forming, wondering how she was to cover this up before Sansa arrived. Robb took a step back, she watched as a flash of something washed over him before he quickly covered it up with the hard look all these northerners seemed to have. She thought it might have been remorase, but sided against it. "I have no alliances with the Tyrells anymore, despite what my last name is. Nor do I have anymore allies with Dorne. In the last letter I received from them was informing me of my former guardian's passing, while I sent them information on the Tyrells plan."
"That is a lie."
"What more do I have to hide? My existence was my biggest secret. I'll tell you anything you want to know." She watched as his eyes darted down and away from her for the first time. Real pain flashed over him, his emotions were many as he finally gained enough composure to look at her again.
"How did you hear about the details at the Red Wedding?" Aurora felt the sadness coming from his words. If she had lost everything in moment, she would want to know who told people.
"A fray soldier who was there. I was at a dornish bar with one of my friends. He was bragging about it. He said he almost got a bolt in the direwolf but it had broken free right before. Someone had picked the lock. That gave your men enough time to drag you away before Lord Bolton could finish the job. He spoke the Fray's helped Lord Bolton escape up north." She watched as he looked at his surprised.
"He escaped South."
"North. He said north repeatedly. Ran into some bandits on the road, one of the heads brought him a lot of money." Robb let out a deep breath.
"Lord Varys said you were talented in gathering information. Do you think you could find Lord Bolton, or at least point us in the right direction?" Aurora nodded.
"I can try." She held her wrist closer to herself. "Will you stop threatening me every time we meet if I find him?" Robb gave Aurora a smile. It wasn't as sinister as it has been in the past. More relaxed.
"You would have to find him first." Robb left, leaving Aurora wondering what she was to do next
Aurora sat amongst the flowers, a few feet away from Sansa and Jon having tea. She was far enough so that she couldn't hear, but close enough she could see if she was needed. Thats where Lord Varys found her. He took a seat next to her.
"I thought you would be right next to Princess Sansa." He eyed the happy couple from the distance. "You can't hear anything from here."
"That's the point." She smiled at Sansa who reached over, grabbing Jon's hand.
"Hard to give away secret conversations when you don't hear them." His sarcasm rang through the open air.
"You know the tricks of the trade Lord Varys. You are loyal to the people of westeros, so you listen to everyone. I am loyal to Princess Sansa. Her private time with her husband is to remain just that. Private." She gave Lord Varys a smile. The two knew who they were dealing with.
"You will go far, as long as you remember, knowing everything makes you the master of the board." He pulled out a piece of small scroll.
"What is this?" She took it, looking at the seal of the house of Bolton. The flamed man upside down.
"The only helping hand I'll give to you regarding the Bolton. I don't know where he is, it doesn't say, but I know he's up north and still in Westeros."
"I know that."
"A hint is, keep an eye and ear out for the missing girls. His son is the way to find him. The letter speaks of a Ramsay Snow." Aurora blinked at the broken seal.
"Why are you being nice to me?" Lord Varys gave a soft smile.
"I was once a chess piece too you know. But I can see you becoming a master of the board soon. One I will come to fear even. Your just like me, no one notices us when they speak, no one thinks we are deadly. Till we are." Aurora slipped the scroll into the folds of her dress.
"I have no wish to become as good as you." Lord Varys stood nodding to the happy couple.
"True. But they might need you to be."