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Soft eyes remain downcast, looking at the puddle of red that sat within her cup. A year ago, the only time she was allowed to look at wine this fine was if she was pouring it for her master... Now she sat with a Queen, riding through the Kingsroad, sipping it. How her life had changed, she definitely owed it to the Lord of Light, for if his visions had never found her - if she had never seen Daenerys standing in Dragonstone, if she hadn't seen the Queen conversing with her family, she would have never had the nerve to run from her master. Never. So did her illusion of freedom come from him? Or was she now yet again a slave, just serving a master who could not punish her physically? Or maybe he had - he had shown her that vision of her son... But here she sat, not pregnant, nor nursing no babe.

"I don't know," the admission is quiet but sincere. She felt as if she had no reason to hide from the Queen, to brush her true self away into the dark. If anyone understood what she had gone through, Daenerys Targaryen was that person. Her Queen had been a slave too, though sometimes it was hard to remember such days. Her Queen had suffered many of the same traumas she had - including losing her son. How ironic, she thought, that the two of them with such similar stories would come together: both caused by terrible brothers.

Her eyes lift once again, locking on the light-haired woman before her. Soft, sad eyes took on the other side of her coin. "I love my Lord. I do. He has been the only person at my back since I have found him, so constantly. He has shown me many beautiful things, he leads me to you... But sometimes I wonder if I am now once again a slave. He did after all show me, my beautiful son, ruling our home... Only for me to lose him on my journey to find you, which was also his command..." A sigh fell from her lips before she raised her cup to take another swallow. "So I do not know... All I know is that I do not want to be a possession any longer. And I want everyone involved in my kidnapping to pay, my brother, the men he paid to do it, the people on the ship that transported me there... All of them. I want them dead. And I don't think my Lord of Light will approve of that."

[icekraken]

❝ You think you know a story, but you only know how it ends. ❞ ( from rickon )

Rickon had grown, but then so had all the Starks after Theon had left them. All changed, far from the children he remembered them to be. He lifted his head at the words, unsure which story that could be referred to, but if it was his own, he knew well enough the fate waiting for him especially with them venturing straight for Winterfell. “I suppose that could be true in most cases.” He muttered in response, feeling strangely unsettled in the boy’s presence. He shouldn’t be so near any of his former foster siblings, not with how hostile glances in his direction had become. 

“You should get back to your brother...no doubt he’s wanting to know of your whereabouts...” All it would take was his placing his hand slightly closer to his sword for the northmen to take that as an opportunity and excuse to retaliate. It was good to see Rickon again, safe of all things after Theon had all but terrorized him and Bran when he’d taken Winterfell, but Robb would no doubt be highly displeased to hear he was daring to speak to him.