mastermind

chapter 2

"I'm tremendously sorry to leave so soon, Lord Stark" She was able to mutter. "and Prince Jacaerys." Sara said and looked at the Prince who frowned. "I have terrible pains..." Sara lied, with her hands on top of where her uterus was located. "And they've been brutal today, I hope you can understand that..." She lied once more, but in a lower tone, so Cregan was the only one who was able to hear what the girl had said.

"Ah." Her brother muttered, not wanting to know more. "Someone find Sara a hot towel and accompany her to her chambers." Cregan sternly demanded as he slightly nodded in his sister's direction.

"Good night brother." Sara fabricated in a weak tone.

Selsa was the one who brought her to her chambers, and readied the girl for bed. The handmaiden set an embroidered hot towel on her abdominal area and tucked Sara in bed. "Sleep well, my Lady." She whispered on her way out thinking Sara was already asleep.

    The maiden closed the door behind her, and Sara's eyes immediately struck open. She tried to make little to no noise, and removed the cloth that was burning her skin. She uncovered her plain blue sheets, got up from bed and opened her window to get some fresh air.

    Growing up in The North meant getting used to freezing temperatures, so the slight change of them, made Sara immediately weak and sick. In this case, since she had a boiling cloth on top of her to relieve her 'pains', she quickly had to uncover herself and regulate her body temperature. Bad thing was that she didn't have water with her. She wanted to drain the wine out of her body, which she could feel get to her head, and go out once more before the whole nonsense with being warm hosts for The Prince started the next day, but it was a foolish idea.

    After a few minutes, Sara started feeling somewhat better but could also sense that her rest was awaiting her. She climbed onto bed quietly and covered herself lightly with her sheets.

    Before falling asleep, she would always think about going hunting the next day, and wonder about the adventures in the woods that called her.

    She knew it had to stop, of course. She had to make a good impression of House Stark, despite not being one. Her brother could've fed her to the wolves the day he was named Lord of Winterfell, but he resolved to be merciful with her. From that point on, Sara made an oath to herself that she'd do anything to please her brother. He was difficult to love, but she couldn't help but call him 'brother' with such warmth.

    So that night, instead of dreaming about going out, she planned on finding ways to make Cregan proud of his little bastard half-sister.

    If she hadn't heard a sound come from outside the castle just near her chambers, she would've done that, but chose to make her brother proud another time. Sara got up in a whim and looked out her window carefully, in case there was a person outside. She narrowed her blue eyes precisely only to see a man with a rock trying to break into the castle. On melting snow, there were a few dead ravens and some already escaping their cages.

    He had set them off.

    Sara lifted her floor board and took out her bow and arrows. She didn't have time to get her quiver or anything else, she would just go in her long black nightgown and braided hair, and hope nobody would recognize her.

    She delicately opened the door and closed it successfully without it creaking.

    Sara took her preferable route to the short roof near the guests' chambers to get a better look and aim of her target. She strutted down the dark hallway, taking steps very gently, to not wake anyone. At the end of it, she saw her own reflexion in the gigantic window she used to to get onto the roof.