A message from Dragon's Hall

I was in the great hall with Robb when a raven arrived. The raven landed on my shoulder, dropping a message into my hand. "What's this?" The raven ruffled its feathers, motioning for me to open it. I noticed the seal on the letter. A black rider on a red field. The symbol of my house. Lady Katherine, It is with a heavy heart that I write to you. Your uncle Tristan died during a small rebellion. You are now Lady of Dragon's Hall and the last of the noble blood of House Drakeion. We await your command, my Lady. Sir Richard of House Raven. 

I dropped the letter and fell to the floor unable to contain my grief. My uncle, my mother, and my father are all dead. I knew that if I didn't produce a male heir, House Drakeion would die with me. Sir Richard was part of my guard when I was a child. What do I do? Do I call Sir Richard and the rest of my guard here to Winterfell? If I did that, who would rule Dragon's Hall? No. House Raven will be in charge of the keep.

Feiro entered my mind. "Go child. I will stay here as the Garudian of the North. No one will attack as long as I fly above Winterfell."

I looked at the message. "Are you sure, Ferio? What is Robb gonna say if he finds out that his fiancè has gone missing?"

Fiero huffed. "Don't worry about your Young Wolf. I'll handle him."

I giggle. "Very well. I'll ready my horse, WhiteMare, and make for Dragon's Hall." I made my way to my chambers to leave a note for Robb.

One of my ladies-in-waiting, a young girl by the name of Elizabeth of House Raven. She was Sir Richard's daughter and since I was a kid, the knight had insisted that she become part of my household. She bowed. "Is everything ok, my Lady?"

I shook my head. "I'm on my way home, Elizabeth. My uncle died putting down a small uprising. I need you and the other ladies to prepare for the ride ahead."

Elizabeth nodded. "Very well, my Lady."