EpicVakarian
Calibration-Master General
"Come on, we need to get as far away as possible."
Arya nodded, and Derek and the Hound followed close behind. Isabel Stark fled the Twins, the ancient bridge castle that housed the Freys. The last remainders of her family had just been murdered, right in front of her. She and Snow, her direwolf, had barely made it out alive before Roose Bolton and Walder Frey betrayed them both. The moment the Lannister anthem had played out of the bards' cubbyhole, she had known to escape quickly. She tried to get Robb and Catelyn to do the same, but even her mother, with her extensive history with Walder Frey, insisted that such an act would never occur, especially among friends. On her way out, fleeing the Stark camps with her bodyguard, Derek, she had found the Hound, Sandor Clegane, leading a carriage through the camp with her sister Arya in the back. She had told them what happened, crying briefly with Arya, then fled east with the both of them.
She had no idea where to go. Winterfell was gone, the Wall wasn't really an option. To the North lay Lord Bolton's bastard son, Ramsay Snow, and his small army. To the west lay Lannisport and Casterly Rock; clearly not a good idea. To the south lay King's Landing, and to the east was the Vale, which was, no doubt, soon to be attacked by King Joffrey's armies. They had nowhere to go.
The group of four made camp in the most remote location they could find. The Hound sat alone, and Isabel, Arya and Derek sat together, talking.
"We were lucky, Derek. Incredibly lucky. And Arya, if we hadn't found you, you would have been dead too."
"I know, Bel. But, Robb, mother, Grey Wind. They're all gone. We could have helped."
"Arya, there was the whole Frey host, taking our army by surprise. What difference would four people make, even when those four are two Starks, the son of a Hale, and the Hound? Derek, tell her."
Arya nodded, and Derek and the Hound followed close behind. Isabel Stark fled the Twins, the ancient bridge castle that housed the Freys. The last remainders of her family had just been murdered, right in front of her. She and Snow, her direwolf, had barely made it out alive before Roose Bolton and Walder Frey betrayed them both. The moment the Lannister anthem had played out of the bards' cubbyhole, she had known to escape quickly. She tried to get Robb and Catelyn to do the same, but even her mother, with her extensive history with Walder Frey, insisted that such an act would never occur, especially among friends. On her way out, fleeing the Stark camps with her bodyguard, Derek, she had found the Hound, Sandor Clegane, leading a carriage through the camp with her sister Arya in the back. She had told them what happened, crying briefly with Arya, then fled east with the both of them.
She had no idea where to go. Winterfell was gone, the Wall wasn't really an option. To the North lay Lord Bolton's bastard son, Ramsay Snow, and his small army. To the west lay Lannisport and Casterly Rock; clearly not a good idea. To the south lay King's Landing, and to the east was the Vale, which was, no doubt, soon to be attacked by King Joffrey's armies. They had nowhere to go.
The group of four made camp in the most remote location they could find. The Hound sat alone, and Isabel, Arya and Derek sat together, talking.
"We were lucky, Derek. Incredibly lucky. And Arya, if we hadn't found you, you would have been dead too."
"I know, Bel. But, Robb, mother, Grey Wind. They're all gone. We could have helped."
"Arya, there was the whole Frey host, taking our army by surprise. What difference would four people make, even when those four are two Starks, the son of a Hale, and the Hound? Derek, tell her."