Westeros (privat)

Grace nodded as he spoke. Luck was definitely something she needed. Not that she couldn’t handle threat or violence by herself, she had shown proof of that yesterday. However, keeping her secret was harder, especially if people started asking questions. She felt a sudden homesickness, which was not for Winterfell. She finished her food and took her bag. She was annoyed that the Outsider still recognized her with the headwear on. Not that it was a very good disguise, but she had hoped it would have worked anyway. She pulled up her cloak’s hood over her head to disguise herself even more, and walked out the door.

As she walked towards the stable, she thought of her plan. The plan which didn’t quite exist, that is. At least she had some time during the travel to think about what she would do when she arrived at Kings Landing. And how to even get to the Queen with the guards standing by her side day and night.

Grace was filled with her own thoughts as she entered the stable, and walked straight up to Brego. She stroked him on the neck and said something to him in dothraki. She managed to speak a few sentences before she realized she wasn’t alone in the stable. She hadn’t noticed the Outsider at all. She cleared her throat and hoped she had spoken quiet enough for him not to have heard her, or that he simply didn’t understand or care what she said to her horse. She led Brego out and cleared her throat again.
“You’re leaving too?” she said and smiled a little bit, she still had her Stark-manners, after all.

Cisco didn't seemed to please to be interrupted in the middle of his breakfast.
"I apologise" Ashter told the horse, as he patted him on the neck. Cisco didn't seem to accept his words, and Ashter only shook his head, as he started to get the horse ready, doing it slower then normally, to get him a few more minutes with the hay.

Ashter heard the door to the stable open, to soon be closed afterwords. He looked over the neck of his horse to see that it was Lady Stark. He followed her with his eyes as she walked over to her horse. Soon he heard unfamiliar words to be spoken to the horse, he tried to understand them, maybe not the most polite thing to do, but he didn't care about manor, if it didn't have too. But not being able to understand what the woman said, he soon returned to his horse, guessing that the other one had her own language with her horse. Normally it was something kids could do, and he didn't know the other ones reason, and it wasn't relevante either.

Ashter soon finished grooming the horse, and he saddled him, and took the reins, and was just about to sit up, when the Lady spoke to him.
"I am. I get restless in the north, and since the lack of adventure here is high, I need to find another city" Ashter said, and sat up in the saddle, patting Cisco when he had. "And it's damn cold here"
Ashter pulled the hood further down, over his head. And the cloak closer to him. Before he looked at the woman.
"If you want some company on the road, feel free to come along. But I may warn you, I am not the funniest person to travel with, and far from a shining noble knight" Ashter told her, before he softly pressed his heal at Ciscos side, and the horse started walking forward.

Grace laughed.
“It is cold here, and I am very tired of knights in shiny armour, I’ll tell you” she said and got up on Bregos back.
“I would like to travel with you for a while, it beats being alone. Well, I’m not truly completely alone” she said and stroked Bregos neck. She clicked with her mouth and Brego began to move forward. It was an old Dothraki trick, teaching your horse to follow your commands through the mouth as well as the heels, since it was easier to switch communication ways depending on the battle in front of you. Grace liked the mouth better than the heels, since she felt closer to her horse then. She wondered about her horse across the Narrow Sea. Grace hadn’t seen her mare in ten years, and she wondered if the white horse was still alive. Probably not, which made her a bit sad. It had been her first horse, and Grace had trained her very well. Brego was also well trained, but it was something with the Westerosi horses that differed them from the horses across the Narrow Sea. The difference was probably that she hadn’t caught Brego herself when he was a wild horse, Robb had bought him for her, which meant that he had been someone else’s horse at first.

She stroked Bregos back again and took a firmer grip around the reins.
“Where are you going? I guess you’re going south, to a bit warmer climate” she said and smiled. She felt a bit lucky that she had company, because no matter how much she could take care of herself, a bit of company was always welcomed.

Ashter looked at her, from under the hood. It maybe that women got tired of knights, just as much as he could get tired of uptight ladies. It would seem natural for one to do so, if it's the only thing you get exposed to.
"If that's the case, you may endure my company" Ashter couldn't remember the last time he saw himself as a knight in shining armor, if he ever had? He was raised to be a gentleman, a knight, but he never settled into that roll. He preferred the fights the knights had, but more as a soldier, and not to have to be as pompous.
"Being in someones company, may not always beat being alone" Ashter only answered her. He normally preferred the loneliness over the company of someone he didn't like. "No, you are never alone when you have your horse with you. And it's hard to find better company"
At the last words Cisco turned towards him, as he agreed and Ashter rolled his eyes.

"My goal is to get to Planky Town, in Dorne, it has been sometimes since I last visited Dorne, and I have never been to that city. And I am always up for a visit to unfamiliar grounds" Ashter informed her.

Grace nodded.
“If you’re going to Dorne, you’re riding through King’s Landing, is that correct?” she asked, hoping for an affirmative answer. If her plan fell through, she could always go to Dorne and then travel to Essos by ship. Since she didn’t plan on telling the Queen her real identity, she would probably not chase after her. The Queen hopefully believed that Grace was dead by now, since her spies hadn’t seen her in Essos for the last ten years, thinking that the last Targaryen heir was dead. When she thought about that, she considered skipping King’s Landing and go directly to Essos, but then she had to live her life in fear. Again. If she spoke with the Queen and could talk some sense into her, she might be able to go to Essos and live happily ever after with her family and khalasaar.

“Have you been in Dorne many times?” she asked the Outsider. She had never been to Dorne, she had only been in Winterfell, which had been pretty boring, being stuck at the same place for the last ten years. She was used to roam the world, or at least Essos, freely, together with the other Dothrakis. The change of being caged had been hard on her, no matter how nice Robb and Talisa had been.
“I see you have a great bond with your Cisco, where did you find him?” she asked, and looked down at the Outsider’s horse.