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The day after Bran's fall majority of the Stark pack were leaving. The girls and Ned to King's Landing, and Jon though not a Stark by name was going to the watch with Benjen. Leaving only 3 Starks in Winterfell. Father always says the lone wolf dies and the pack survives. This is a situation where Bella hopes this is a trip for the best. After Bella said goodbye to her mother and brothers, she got her horse, Cheshire, ready to go. She had spoken to her brother, Jon, about taking Mystic with him and Ghost as she felt that she would be better with Jon rather than herself.

"Ah, Bella. I see you are riding your horse, would you not rather to ride in the carriage with your sisters," A voice called out from behind her.

"No, it gets much to stifling in there, and I would much rather enjoy the company of others, much like yourself Jaime," she said with a smirk before turning to her betrothed.

"Well then I gladly accept your company, my lady. Though I would recommend not riding behind the King. It tends to smell," he tells her with a chuckle.

"Deal, my lord," Bella says with a smile.

Anyone watching the pair would have thought they were the getting married for reasons other than to end a century old feud. While one person who watched on saw competition for her and her children.

Cersei Lannister watched the pair of 'love birds' in disgust. She had to rid herself of this wretched girl one way or another. How could her husband and father marry off her Jaime to the bitch. Hmm. Now that's an idea. She thought to herself. One that would get rid of her without dirtying her hands. Sadly this will never work, as once the men of power have an idea, they let it fester like an untreated boil. She had plans to rid her of one festering boil, the other sadly was blood related and held more power than she could even try for. Plus her father would know something was going on before she could set it into motion.

This ride back to King's Landing would be interesting that is for sure.

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