"Have you gotten any word from Lyanna?" Rickard Stark said as he went to the maester

"Yes, a raven arrived. I was just about to take the letter to you"

Rickard took the letter out of the maester's shaking hands. He un-rolled it and read every word intently as he had desperatley wanted word from his only daughter. Ever since the news of the death of Aerys. Ned had called the banners and they were already on their way to Storms End to meet up with Robert Baratheon's host.

The letter said:

Father,

I know you have heard news of the Mad King's death by now. It is true that Rhaegar killed him but it is perfectly justified. The Mad King was going to kill me and he had beat me nearly to death but then Rhaegar killed him.

I am well now as I am in Dorne with Ser Arthur Dayne and Ser Jaime Lannister. Rhaegar has gone back to King's Landing. Please don't hurt Rhaegar, he doesn't mind if you don't want him to be the king. Just don't hurt him.

Love, Lyanna

Rickard immediately went to his chambers to think of what he could do and if there was anything he could do. There was going to be a war for the iron throne and he was already involved. He needed to get to Lyanna.

He collected travelling essentials and his sword, not Ice as that would be too heavy to carry. He didn't know where in Dorne his daughter was but he knew that he had to find her and keep her and her baby safe. Lady Catelyn had given birth to a little boy, Brandon's boy, but he was sickly at the moment and didn't seem to be getting any better. Even though he was a tiny sickly boy, he was still a Stark and there must always be a Stark in Winterfell. Rickard constantly worried for his family and leaving didn't help his worries.

He went to the nearest dock which was close to Deepwood Motte. He decided he needed to bring the least amount of attention to himself as possible as there was a war raging on which he had got himself into. He regretted that decision but all he wanted to do was save his family.

He found a ship with a sound captain, a Northern captain who was loyal to the Starks which made Rickard's journey easier and cheaper. The ship was on it's way to Dorne to trade it's wears in exchange for the delectable, Dornish wine. The ship's name was Legacy and she was a good ship, only some rats otherwise the ship was fine. No moldy planks or holes ripped through the side of it, the ship was new and this was probably its second or third time travelling to a far place. Rickard was thankful that he had found it when he did.

The captain's name was Hutt. He was short and rather plump but he had a loud and commanding voice which made the crew do whatever he spoke. His dirty blonde hair was thinning and his nose was turning purple, more than likely that was due to drinking too much of the wine he had gotten. He was pleasant to Rickard.

"When were you last in Dorne?" Rickard asked Hutt

"About a couple of moons or so ago. Then this bleeding war started which made me not want to go back down to Dorne in case we got attacked" Hutt explained

"Have you heard any word on my daughter, Lyanna?" Rickard asked

"No...I don't think so" Hutt hesitated "Oh wait...I might of. I heard somethin' about the prince and his wife running away to Dorne"

"Do you know where in Dorne?" Rickard asked quickly

"A tower, I think. The tower of something. I was drunk at the time so I can't remember that well. Sorry M'lord"

"Thank you Hutt. It was more information than I had" Rickard said knowing exactly where his daughter was

It took months before the ship docked in Starfall. It wasn't the ship's destination but they docked there for Rickard to get off and make his way to the Tower of Joy. His horse was wobbly as they got off the ship. He wasn't used to long ship journies. Rickard rode through to the Prince's pass. It was a notorious place but it was the only way to get to Lyanna from where he was without needing to go all the way around to the Reach.

He thought about his hasty departure from Winterfell. He should have brought some people with him as even though he was a brilliant warrior he could no doubt win against a gang of men. The Dornish were also known as Targaryen supporters so they would try and attack a Stark on sight now that the war was raging on.

The Prince's pass was very hot as it was still summer. Rickard was not used to the blistering heat of Dorne, he had always been in the North except for the few short visits to King's Landing. As the night came he was thankful for his slight resilience to the cold as the heat dropped and the sand was cold.

He had been travelling for days until he had to rest for a longer time than the short hours of the night when it was too cold to ride or when the short hours of the day when it was too hot to ride. He set up camp for the night close to a small pond. He started a fire and settled down to eat and rest. He was calm until he heard the distant shouts of men. Rickard snuffed out the fire and went to his stallion, he held the top of his sword as he moved knowing he may need to get it out quickly very soon. The voices got closer until they silenced. He had seen him.

"Stark" One man said and walked closer with a short sword pointing at Rickard

"We can ransom him" A woman said in a heavily Dornish accent

"Or we could kill him" Another man said walking towards him

"I need to get to The Tower of Joy" Rickard said not wanting to tell them about Lyanna being there as they might try to get to her

"You won't be getting there any time soon" The woman said "Stark" She spat as if it was poison in her mouth

"I need to. It is important" Rickard argued

"I don't care what is important" The first man said

"You would if you knew"

"Tell us then" The second man demanded

"I can't"

"Then you will die, is that what you want, old man?"

Rickard drew his sword. There were only three of them, he could take them easily if they weren't very good at fighting. Unfortunately for Rickard they were. The woman drew a spear and went for Rickard. He hit it with his sword at some force making the woman stubble backwards. One of the men went for him with his short sword, he was a good fighter but very predictable, Rickard blocked each one of his attacks. The other man had gone from sight which worried Rickard. The woman ran at some speed towards him, her spear facing to him as if she was about to joust. He was too busy watching her moves to notice the other man go up behind him and stab him.

The pain was excruciating.

He thought of Brandon, Ned, Benjen and Lyanna. He couldn't get to Lyanna. He had joined a war to get his daughter back and he would never make it to her. That thought was more painful than the steel in his lung.

Rickard's breathing slowed as his three attackers walked over to him. They were laughing as he started to cough up his own blood. The blood was soaking his beard and filling his mouth. The woman walked up to him and pulled out the sword from his lung which hurt him nearly as much as it did going in.

"Now who are you?" The woman asked. They knew he was a Stark by his shield and armor which he knew was an awful idea to carry and wear in Dorne.

"I was the person who was trying to get to his daughter"

"That is no name. Now tell us. Who are you?"

"A dead man" Rickard stuttered as he died in the sand

I am the worst person. I know. Sorry for the lack of updates (had 21 exams. not fun) Also sorry about this sucky update, not happy with it but this was all my mind seemed to let me write. Sorry. I will update soon!