Chapter 18:  Running Away

Upon her return to the camp, she had slightly gathered herself as if nothing had happened.
She went back to the servants' tent  only to find Leila there.


"Racy!" it was Leila.
"You weren't with Lady Sansa?" She asked her.

"She's in her deep slumber when I left her at the tent. Inid was already there to assist if she wakes up." Leila answered.

She sat on her bed silently.

"I saw the deserters from the  House Dreadfort being kept in cages. Said, they'll take them to Winterfell with us. I was worried you had recognized them as your own people. I am very sorry, Racy. I know how painful and hard it is for you how those who had served you being treated that way, but the Young Lords of Winterfell would never harm them. Especially, Lord Snow."

"But they will be kept in the dungeon, Leila. Like what they did to me. I couldn't bear to think, they will torture them and starve to death.."

Leila shook her head in pure disapproval.

"They wouldn't do that to your own people. They're not your father's armies , they were just servants like us..and harmless. Lord Snow would never commit such act to those who are innocent."

I know. It's only me who is always never innocent in his eyes, that's why he never stopped hurting me.
She silently muttered to herself.

"Don't be troubled, Racy. Everything would be fine. Don't give up all hopes." she hugged and tapped her back as she left the tent and went back to Lady Sansa's tent.

She was torn between going back to where Jon Snow was or just stay there at the servants' tent until she had finally composed herself, or, perhaps, until they'll hit the road again back to Winterfell.

The shame and hurt were all still there inside her and she couldn't face Jon right now.

It was sunrise when they had left the Wolfswood.

And by afternoon, they had finally arrived at Winterfell...