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Eponine Frey was the daughter of a son of Walder Frey. Oft forgotten, she was a fly on the wall when she heard soldiers talking of the plan for Edumure Tully's wedding. She would have been fine with it, her life growing neither better nor worse. But then she caught sight of the man who had caused all of this. Robb Stark, King in the North.
He was handsome as they came, his strong jaw, his auburn curls. The way he looked at his wife, even as doing so mocked her entire family. It was safe to say the young woman was smitten. She couldn't let him die.
It hadn't taken long for her to forsake her dress for a pair of trousers, her hair tucked up under a cap. She'd grabbed the first Stark she could find, and started spreading the word. As the band played on and swords began to clash, Eponine realized, not for the first time, that perhaps she hadn't thought this through. Unable to return to the hall, she made her way to the stables. It was at the stables that she ran into the last man she wanted to. Ser Montimer Parnaes. The two fought, Eponine unarmed, Montimer with his knives and sword. He had the girl on her knees, before he realized she'd taken one of his knives.
And that was the last thing she remembered, until she found herself some miles from the Twins, covered in blood.
She heard the news shortly- despite her attempts, the Starks had been slaughtered, the King in the North amongst them. There was no returning home, she knew. If Montimer survived, he would have told her father and he would have told Walder. She'd be murdered on sight, bled out in the same hall where Robb was murdered.
There was no returning home.
She was still figuring out what the hell to do when she found the campsite. The Brotherhood without Banners, she found they were called, and amongst them were two she, and the rest of the world, thought dead. Catelyn and Robb Stark.
It seemed like fate had been dropped in her lap. She kept close to them, far enough away she wouldn't be caught, stealing food when she could. She was light on her feet, and fast, making her a perfect scout. It was this way she was able to keep following at a distance, waiting for the perfect time to make a move.
He was handsome as they came, his strong jaw, his auburn curls. The way he looked at his wife, even as doing so mocked her entire family. It was safe to say the young woman was smitten. She couldn't let him die.
It hadn't taken long for her to forsake her dress for a pair of trousers, her hair tucked up under a cap. She'd grabbed the first Stark she could find, and started spreading the word. As the band played on and swords began to clash, Eponine realized, not for the first time, that perhaps she hadn't thought this through. Unable to return to the hall, she made her way to the stables. It was at the stables that she ran into the last man she wanted to. Ser Montimer Parnaes. The two fought, Eponine unarmed, Montimer with his knives and sword. He had the girl on her knees, before he realized she'd taken one of his knives.
And that was the last thing she remembered, until she found herself some miles from the Twins, covered in blood.
She heard the news shortly- despite her attempts, the Starks had been slaughtered, the King in the North amongst them. There was no returning home, she knew. If Montimer survived, he would have told her father and he would have told Walder. She'd be murdered on sight, bled out in the same hall where Robb was murdered.
There was no returning home.
She was still figuring out what the hell to do when she found the campsite. The Brotherhood without Banners, she found they were called, and amongst them were two she, and the rest of the world, thought dead. Catelyn and Robb Stark.
It seemed like fate had been dropped in her lap. She kept close to them, far enough away she wouldn't be caught, stealing food when she could. She was light on her feet, and fast, making her a perfect scout. It was this way she was able to keep following at a distance, waiting for the perfect time to make a move.