Genna Lannister POV
The knight carried her for nearly an hour, not speaking a word. Genna waited for the man to say something, anything about himself or the situation that had arisen. She was eager to know more about this strange man, and the curiosity was getting to her.
Eventually it was too much for her to bare, and she quickly tapped on his breastplate, causing a light ping to sound around the forest. The man halted. "What is it?" Genna nearly screamed out in frustration. "Who are you? Why did you fall from the sky? How are you so strong?"
The man looked at her, staring down at her in silence. She was about to apologize for being so forward before he answered. "My name is Garl Vinland." A name she did not recognize, even if it sounded noble enough as a name.
When the silence resumed she realized the man had no intention of answering. When he did not resume walking she started to feel the weight of his stare upon her, so she spoke. "I am Genna of house Lannister."
She waited for the recognition that would come from having such famous lineage. It did not come. "Lannister? Never heard of such a family."
She laughed in his face. "Never heard of our family? We own the whole of the Westerlands, richest of all the Seven Kingdoms! Even as a foreigner you can't have come to our country without hearing of us!"
The man looked at the sky for a moment, before looking back at her. "I must be farther from home than I thought, I know of no single country that goes by the name of The Seven Kingdoms. my family hails from Boletaria."
A man from a land she never heard of, claiming to be unaware of her family. She would think this man a lier if not for his armor, and his accented and cultured way of speaking. "I have heard of no such land, tell me, Is your family of any repute in your lands?"
Genna told herself it was only simple curiosity that she asked him.
"My family was one of the foremost powers in our kingdom, bowing only to the king himself." Pleasing lineage as well.
"I'm afraid I cannot go any farther my lady, it seems we should make camp here." Genna looked around, the woods had cleared our some time ago as they traveled along the Sea road, leaving them to camp slightly to its side along the grassy hills. Her knight gently placed her down upon a relatively soft patch of grass.
"I'll have to get wood for a fire, call if you need me." With that the man left her alone to her thoughts. At the pace the man carried her, it would be four days before they reached Casterly Rock, and met up with her brother. He would probably notice something was wrong when she failed to arrive at some point over the next day. She would need to explain herself and her companion when they finally arrived, Ser Vinland didn't seem to appreciate the value of what he had done.
The man had saved a Lannisters life, and she was eager to see such a debt repaid. A knight of that kind of power deserved holdings of his own, and her family would be more than willing to provide it to her savior.
Ser Vinland returned with a bundle of wood under his arm, which he used to make a small fire to warm them. Sitting across from the man only made her more curious of him. What was his land like? Was he well known? Was he married?
As she gathered herself and prepared to ask the man began to tug at the straps of his armor, and she quickly held her tongue. This was far more interesting than any talk about foreign peoples.
The man released one of his shoulder guards from its place, setting it on the ground before removing the other. Next came his gauntlets and the plate along his arm.
Finally, when the mans arms were free he lifted his helm off of his head, the intricate design making the process agonizingly slow.
When his helmet finally came free Genna was met with the visage of a hero. Her approving eyes saw chiseled features, perfect except for some small scars around his cheeks, and another cutting through his eyebrow. Genna blushed lightly as she witnessed him look to her with sad, dark eyes, enhanced by the odd grey color of his hair.
What had caused the man such loss she could see it in his every movement?
When he removed his Breastplate and chain-mail, she could only wonder at the constitution of a man who could fight in the manner Garl did with such wounds.
His arms and chest were covered in light cuts, he favored his one of his legs to a degree that spoke wonders of the damage that must have been caused to it in his fall.
The worst among the wounds was a large cut at the mans stomach, a stab injury from a weapon twice the size of those the bandits had been using.
The man would not answer her questions on the cause of such damages, only deflecting them with his own.
"Tell me about this place, about your people."
All she could do was tell him of her family, of how they were once kings before the conquest. Of how they were once worthy of respect before her fathers foolishness cost them so much of the families wealth and reputation.
She spoke with the man for hours, telling him of her family and her woes. How her father had given her away to a weasel, just so he could please another lord, of how Tywin was trying to put her family name back together.
She spun the tale in hopes of inspiring the man to fight with her brother, of having a figure of such martial ability in Lannister pockets.
But as she spoke she realized her relief at having someone to speak to honestly on how her life had been.