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Chapter 1
Lady Sarsah Hightower walked with a few of her Hightower ladies to their new tent. A green tent is suitable for the Hightowers.
'Father had sent only seventeen thousand because there were words that pirates are aiming for Oldtown.' Sarsah thought as she was bathing to be clean from dirt, sweat, and bruises.
Her father is a clever man. She does not doubt if worse comes to worst, Sarsah will find a way to gain allies and power of her own.
Her maids quickly get to work. They diligently work to clean and scrub through everything.
After the bath is done, she shines more beautifully and cleaner.
Like the maiden reborn.
They dress in appropriate clothes. Green is the symbol they go to war.
Sarsah wonders if this is how her ancestor Queen Alicent Hightower felt when she wore green for the first time since her marriage to Viserys I. She can understand her a bit. It is natural to wear green to empower her statement that she is fighting her battles for her family and herself.
Despite the terrible ending of the Green Queen, Sarsah must fight, and she will win.
Robb Stark meeting tent.
The Northmen are arguing with each other.
They felt that they were cheated.
Some are wondering if there is a secret alliance the Hightowers are saying.
"Southern pricks thinking we are stupid…"
"What is our gain…"
"They send us men…."
"Mad I say. Absolutely…"
Robb Stark thought clearly. Ever since he was declared the king of the North. Two Baratheon brothers compete for power and the crown. Stannis demanded that Robb should honor his deceased father's wishes and accept Stannis' status as the true heir apparent and king. Renly declared himself king as he would support Robb as King of the North and Riverlands.
However, Sarsah Hightower spoke the truth. Renly is dead and the Tyrells join the Lannisters to Joffrey's side.
She looked confident and strong.
Robb couldn't help but wonder if she could have married a powerful lord or gotten better status if she wanted to.
"My king, are we sure the Hightowers sent us their daughter?" GreatJon said. He finds this too much of a coincidence. But then again, you are a fool not to listen to Green Seers and Dreamers like that.
The trusted guard of the Hightowers. Thomas Walt also known as Tom 'Surefooted'. "I have known the family for a long time. When she spoke many things came true and some were prevented from disasters thanks to their daughter. Lady Sarsah was the one that found me from the streets and gave me the name Surefooted as I won my first Tourney when I was knighted." Tom knew that Lady Hightower saw him in her vision, and she told him how he would have the makings of a Surefooted knight.
They all grumbled not sure if he admired his patroness for proving his knighthood and duty. Or was the truth from Sarsah?
Robb Stark stops his men from talking with a raise of his hand.
"I have made my decisions. The Lady Sarsah from House of Hightowers will be among us as an honorable guest."
"more like a hostage." One spoke grumbling.
"I expect nothing but courtesy from her treatment." Robb continued as if she didn't hear that comment. "After all, we cannot ignore the offers as we need men to defend the north against our enemies. We need every able man and woman to help us win this war. Winter is coming!"
"Winter is coming!" They all raised their fist to the Starks words.
Sarsah Tent
Her eyes closed as she smiled.
She had to follow the right path. Good. That means she made sure he was not a fool. She opened her eyes and decided to read to pass some time.
She opened the first page to read more about war fares and philosophy. She has been reading books to see if, if possible, vision can help her strategize her next move.
After all, she needs to make sure he doesn't follow his heart and use more of his head to win this war.
Talisa Magyar.
Tywin Lannister's possible spy.
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I wish to apologize about the last chapter about seventy thousand army from Hightowers it was meant to be seventeen thousand because of the computer typo issue. It is actually seventeen thousand. Thank you and sorry for the misunderstanding.