After her father won his combat Ataya went to a meadow to be alone and try to get the image of the other knights fallen form out of her mind. Finding a boulder to sit on she let her head fall into her hands and listened to the stream. Focusing on her breathing she tried to find her calm again. As she had reached it there was the sound of footsteps behind her.
Standing quickly she turned to find a young man with brown hair and the clothes of a Stark coming up behind her. The blue eyes looked over her hungrily. "Who are you?" she asked without preamble.
"Theon Greyjoy." Came the answer. And he jumped at her.
Grabbing her arm he asked her something in her ear that made her knee him in the groin. "You have to try harder to capture a Clegane," she hissed at him. Then with a quick kick to his thigh and a punch in his teeth with laid him on the ground she walked away, back to the others and her place with Lady Tarly.
Wiping away the blood from his nose Theon shrugged to himself. He could always get another girl. He was a Greyjoy after all.