It was 3 days and 3 nights before any Northener saw the former queen, and yet—despite the lack of news from the far end of the Stark camp, there was commotion day and night. The Dornish men had originally been welcoming, happy to show Northener's support as the King took care of his would be queen, but now things had gone as cold as the marriage that was once to be.

They'd pulled further away, at the center the home of the Dornish ruler, the Valiant Lady, one man had taunted the night after the wedding, for staying with a man who had shamed her more times then not was surely a feat. Said man had disappeared that very night, many assumed at the hands of her loyal knight. The soldiers had then kept stoic faces, silent among the outsiders and keeping to themselves, often it seemed like they were hiding something, and perhaps they were.

The entrance to the Dornish camp was well protected, often guards were posted by the passage that led to the Lady's tent, and nearly none left except her close confidants.

Lady Elaine was seen constantly, guarded by the Lord Commander her face matched the rage they all assumed would be on the former queen. The Lord Commander was the only one who spoke and only to high ranking men, never to the King, as he avoided all contact.

"Lady Valiente requests three good spinsters!"

"Lady Valiente has asked that all her men be moved to the Northern most part of the camp!"

"Lady Valiente requires that her privacy be respected and no guest nor visitors be expected!"

"Lady Valiente has ordered all food brought from the Valiant halls be kept under our eye and distributed as needed."

The commands came often, at first soft and then brutal, she'd snatched most of what was hers back and if there was protests they fell on deaf ears. King Robb gave in, and it took one look at his scarred face for most to understand. His skin was healing nicely due to his wife's gentle and ensuring care but it was no denying, the thin long scars that slashed down his cheek and interrupted his growing beard were a sign to his men that nobody was to cross Lady Valiente.

Lord Commander Monterroso was also governing over his Lady's army, listening intently at every strategy meeting and keeping his gaze steady but blank. Some would see his jaw clench, some noticed how he did not stand for the King's entrance but most again allowed it.

It was on that 4th morning, when the warmth of the south was peaking did the Northeners finally see the cause of all strife in their camp. The warmth of the south had made it so the Air was sticky, moisture rich, no northener could grow used to the feeling but the Dorne's knew it well, and above all the Lady. Where there was warmth this far North the sun would come out to show her presence.

Robb Stark had called a war meeting, and the maester had also advised that a raven from the Lannister's had arrived, prompting all to be curious as to the words.

All the Lords settled into their seats, a soft chatter among them as they made their own prompt decisions as to what could have possibly been spread amongst the scroll.

Word had spread that Robb had married someone other then Victoria or the Frey girl which had not only prompted backlash within the camp but also with the forces outside their home. Walder Frey had backed out of the agreement between the North and the Twins, leaving Robb without one powerful ally and still up in the air about another.

Secretly he didn't care, the love Talisa had given him the few days they'd spent together was enough to warm his hallow heart but he still ached for the olive skinned girl who had once been his entirely. When Talisa was not near he spent time thinking of the way Victoria's skin held a particularly warm scent whenever she'd come back from Dorne, or the way her cheeks would grow to a deep rosy color with the cold. He missed the look she'd given him whenever he said something humorous or the way her bottom lip was always swollen from her habit of chewing it throughout the day.

"Oh Robb, if you only knew the pain she has encountered because of your brash decision. One day you'll know the pain and on that day it will be to late to correct them."

His mothers haunting eyes still plagued him every time he thought of Victoria, the way his mother had stopped herself from saying anything before those words had left her. She knew something he didn't, something about Victoria.

It was in this silence and his outcasted look that the would be queen herself showed up, and with her she took every breath and thought.

She was dressed in a mustard yellow dress, the colors of her house proudly detailed over her bronzed skin. The top of it was encrusted with brilliant and delicate details, beads that shined different colors as she moved yet all meshed together perfectly with the still yellow of its base. It was like armor around her torso, perfectly fit so it neither moved out of place nor restricted her from activities. The arms of the dress tightly wrapped around until right at her wrist, delicate details turning into stunning patters. The rest of the dress flared out into the mustard yellow, soft silk hiding the heavy weight of the rest that kept her warm. Her hair was pulled back, two small braids holding the whisper of thin hair away from her face.

Nobody had ever seen the former queen in colors so vibrant and Robb attempted to remember a time where she had looked so alive and beautiful, she had always been stunning but this dress seemed like it was meant for Dorne, just like she was. Ser Trout followed closely behind her, the lining of his armor a softer bronze, now matching the Dornish soldiers posted outside yet still standing out as independent and a leader. The Lord Commander was also behind, awaiting her movements as she glided besides the noble lords of the north all without bumping into anyone.

"My Lords," she bowed politely with a smile that lacked any pain. She seemed at ease, like nothing had occurred.

"You—Lady Valiente, we were not expecting you today." Lord Cerwyn spoke, slightly misspeaking as he struggled to remember that she was no longer Queen.

"My Lord Commander said there was word from the Lannister's, I had to come. Apologies for my absence these last days, I've been informed of everything that has occurred and I'd like to think I've caught up with all manners of war." She responded politely. "I hope we can continue."

The Lords stayed silent, awaiting what would occur next as she took a seat towards the end, with her trusted generals beside her.

Robb eyed her, awaiting her deep wooden colored eyes to meet his own, to find a flicker of acknowledgement to him but when she looked, her head tilted and she slightly huffed, nothing more, nothing less.

"I imagine we have more pressing matters amongst us then these, so I think we can all agree to move this along as swiftly as possible, your grace." She pronounced his title with a bitter tone, lifting a brow as if to challenge him. From beneath the table, Ser Trout felt her fist ball by his side, and he could tell it took much of her self patience not to lash out. She was being calculating, keeping each word and movement as if she were a cobra ready to strike.

"Very well," Robb swallowed thickly, suddenly sensing an impending doom if he wronged her yet again. "The raven came for you, Lady Valiente, words from Tywin Lannister."

He lifted his hand to signal the Maester bring the open scroll forward and handed it directly to the Lady. She looked at it's opened slit, "this has been opened."

"Yes, It has." Robb nodded along, tightening his jaw and awaiting her next words.

Her gaze sat on him as her nimble fingers pulled the scroll apart until she could see the words, and then read aloud.

Lady Valiente,

Words have come and been confirmed, the traitor, Robb Stark, has wed another women who is not his betrothed. He has cast you aside, leaving you permanently alone. Show him that his decision was not only reckless but the cause of his downfall, Lady Valiente, and leave with your forces back to your lands. As Hand of the King, I can assure you and your company safe passage back to your home. Your fathers remains have been sent back to your ancestral home, join him and take your place as the Lady of House Valiente.

Hand of the King and Lord of Casterly Rock,
Tywin Lannister.

The silence in the room threatened to swallow her as every eye in the tent narrowed the longer she spoke. Her lips pursed as she met Robb Starks eyes.

"How nice of him." She hummed and lifted the parchment, she held it with the tips of her fingers and placed it above the flame of the candle of the table. The fire took to the paper like a dragon to a flock, obliterating the paper with little fight until she drowned its flames in the goblet of water in front of her. She clasped her arms together, "now? Shall we begin strategy or is there something you'd like to says, your grace?"

Her simple inquiry was enough to have Robb fidgeting in his seat, completely tense at her response. She burned the scroll but what was she thinking? Surely those words would rally anyone, but the Lannister's had done so much to her.

Robb couldn't tell her thoughts, he had no idea what truly roamed her mind and the idea bothered him. "Lords, if you could give Lady Valiente and I the room."

The Lords all seemed to agree rather swiftly and just as they'd began to stand and pull back Victoria's voice sounded, "if you wish to say something to me then do it while the rest of your men are in the room. I will not hide secrets with you any longer. I did not come here to speak privately with a Northern King, I came here to destroy the Lannister's. Enough Valiente men have died without me entirely knowing as to why, the days of that are over. I will know every play and strategy in every battle onwards and I will be here, sitting in this spot, listening to my advisors and deciding the best placement for my men. Now, either we begin or I find something better to do with my time and men."

She held back the grin that wished to escape as she saw his face grow angrier. He may not have known this side of her but the panther had made sure to know the direwolf well, she'd even dawned the fur of one for a time.

"That is all for now, my Lords." He stood after the brief address and swiftly left, the Northern Lords were left mid rise and the Souther Ruler sat, with a smile on her face and the knowledge that she'd distracted the King for now.

"My Lords," she bowed, exiting.

"My Lady?"

"Your grace?"

Some were left feeling confused as they had no idea what to say or how to address the women who seemed to wield power of the king, and a deadly advantage now.

"Bring me all your lieutenants, we must start." She muttered to her Lord Commander and knight. They nodded, instantly separating from her side and replaced by the Dornish soldiers and the handmaiden. Elaine was standing near the tent, looking impatient as she stepped in line with her Lady.

"Lady Valiente, Maester Calderon awaits." The handmaiden muttered lowly as they walked swiftly back.

She nodded and pressed her lips together, nerves finally bundling for nothing more then her future.

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Maester Calderon left the Lady's tent without a word, avoiding eye contact with the Lord Commander and Ser Trout as he hustled back to his patients that awaited.

The Lord Commander eyed the Knight, "what in the seven hells."

"It can't be good." Trout responded back and the two walked quickly into her tent.

Victoria Valiente sat in her usual place, she stared at the dark color of her full glass. Her eyes felt heavy, chest once more weighed down as the confirmation felt like water pulling her down.

"My Lady," both men bowed respectively, Monterroso eyes Elaine who was usually an easy person to tell apart. The blonde was like stone in that moment, standing behind the noble born women, cerulean eyes concentrated.

"Lord Monterroso, we must start the preparations as swiftly as possible." She began. "Tell the men they must as swift as a snake and as quiet as a night predator, by dusk there must be no trace."

"Yes, my lady." Monterroso nodded.

"I'll have your things prepped instantly." Ser Trout agreed.

"We're not going just yet, Ser Trout. Only the Lord Commander and most of our men." She announced.

"My Lady..." Monterroso began.

It was only then that women set the chalice down and straightened herself in the chair, one hand drifted towards her abdomen and clutched tightly. "I'm with child again. I want my baby to be safe and away from war. Carve me a route through Westeros back to Dorne."

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