Snow fell, as a huge white tiger laid near his mistresses horse. She tightened her hold on sword and ran to the man in front of her. They both fought with all their might, she was very fast but suddenly stepped on her dress and fell on the snow. She muttered something under her breath as the man came near with a small smile on his lips.

"You alright, my lady?"

"Yeah, yeah, Sir Peter, I'm fine, I just can't move fast enough in this dress" she looked at her green-blue colored gown.

Sir Peter looked down at her closely, She looked so fiery with her long, curly red like a fire, hair; with big, green eyes, little nose, fulled lips and pale skin (only thing that proved, she was from north). She stood up and dusted her dress as her tiger came to her and grabbed her dress. She petted the animal and said in soft voice:

"I know Mist. Sir Peter, I think it's time we should be leaving, father must be worried.

"As you wish, my lady!"

She nodded and straddled her red stallion.

They rode until they reached Kolgorn. At the gates a young servant girl greeted them

"Lade Mireille, your father wants to see you"

Mireille glanced at Sir Peter and smirked:

"Told you!" then she turned to the servant girl "Where is he, Sara"

"In his room, my lady''

"Alright then, Sir Peter, take my horse to the stable" She ordered as she got off the horse.

" Yes, my lady"

Mireille smoothed her dress and went to her fathers room, murmuring to herself

"My lady, my lady... I hate that phrase already, I'm not a lady!"

As she approached a big, wooden door, she lowered her step and quietly knocked.

"Come in" A harsh voice came out of the room.

She slowly stepped into the room, there stood a man with his back on her, looking out of a window.

"you wanted to see me, father?"

He turned around and his features softened as he saw her. He was well-built and good-looking for his late 40's, with deep brown eyes and black hair. With a sad, small smile he swung his arms and Mireille grinned as she ran up to him and hugged him tightly.

"Mireille, Myra" He sad softly as his features suddenly got serious,he let go of her and turned his back on her,again.

"I want you to leave to Winterfell, to Starks, his grace, King is arriving with his family too.

Myra's eyes widened as she tried to say something, but her father continued without looking at her.

"I want you to be there as long as I consider it necessary. I think you remember Lord Eddard Stark, he is and old friend of mine, so he won't mind, I already informed him about your arrival.

She bent her head and asked not even looking up at him

"As you wish father, but may I ask..."

She wasn't able to finish her sentence as her father interrupted her

"End of discussion. You and Sir Peter are leaving at the dawn.

"Yes, my lord" and she left without a sound

As she closed door, she ran down stairs, eyes full of anger and fire and hands clenched into fists.

"Sara, Sara, where are you?"She yelled

"I'm here, my lady, I'm listening" Same girl approached

"Find me Sir Peter, I need to talk to him, I'll be on the training ground. Quickly"

"I'm on my way, my lady" and with that girl ran away.

after 10 minutes finally Sir Peter showed up as Myra was standing there with her sword in hand and impatiently tapping

her foot on the ground. This time she was in a leather trousers, ordinary shirt and leather vest. Her hair was up in a messy bun.

"My lady, you wanted to see me?"

"Please, Sir Peter, you know I hate when you call me like that when we are alone"

Sir Peter was in his late 30's, he was very loyal to Riley family. He was Myra's guardian, a great warrior and teacher, and like a second father for Myra.

"What do you want, Myra?" He asked with a small smile.

"I think it's time for us to train"

"You sure it's not even an hour since we've arrived"

"Yes I am" she shouted as she ran to him with her sword, he quickly blocked it and the battle started.

They fought about 2 hours without a rest, they both were sweating. Finally Sir Peter attacked her but Myra bent down and his sword hit her bun and her hair spread around. Then she straightened up, turned around and put her sword to his throat. Her eyes were full of anger and irritation. "Myra" and she suddenly awoke

"I'm sorry, Sir Peter!" she said with a soft voice and sat on the ground.

"What's wrong? Something happened when you were at your father's, right?" He said with a concern voice as he sat beside her.

"He's sending me to Winterfell, you're going with me" she said not even looking at him, as she sprang up, clenched her fists and said with an angry voice, almost yelled " He's sending me off like some whore or animal. If he had explained why, I wouldn't have reacted like this,I suppose. But no, he just said that we're leaving at the dawn. He just ordered me, did he forget that I'm his heir? Sometimes i just hate him! "

"Lord Stark, as I remember, is your fathers old friend as is King, he helped him and Robert Baratheon when they rebelled"

"I do remember them, they both were kind to me, when I was a little girl."

"I don't think we have a choice, we must obey our lord, you must obey your father"

"I know, either way we can't avoid it, so go home Sir Peter, you need to, we both need to rest, tomorrow is a big day. I want to take Sara with us too, so please inform her. I hope she can ride."

"As you say, my lady. Do you want me to accompany you?"

"no thank you, just go and rest,we're leaving at 5 o'clock"

With that they parted. She headed to her room, as she went in she saw that her stuff was already packed. She growled to herself, changed into her night gown, petted her tiger next to her and said with a soft voice

"It looks like we're leaving home, It's fine, I'm sure you'll like it"

As she said that she hugged the animal and went to sleep.