A/N: Hey guys, this chapter may be a little short for some, but finals are over and summer has begun! Hopefully that means I can be better about updating. Thank you for all your patience, enjoy 3

Hours had passed quietly before Theon strode triumphantly into her tent.

In those hours she had quietly contemplated her situation. She knew that with some careful maneuvering she could outsmart the squid. Gods be damned if he thought he was going to lay a hand on her.

With a thump the book hit the table. The leather cover was warn and faded, and simply by looking at it she knew he was not deceiving her. A faint smile came to her lips and quickly disappeared. With her back turned to Theon she flipped through the pages as if she were examining it before nonchalantly setting it aside. She knew his crocodile eyes were trained on her as he settled into a chair and waited expectantly.

The forgotten fire had dwindled. The minuscule light cast frail shadows across the room. Red and orange painted the sheets and the sleeping, shirtless form of Theon Greyjoy. In the morning he would wake to a headache unlike none other. The tasteless powder that had been added to Theon's drink had sent the squid into a deep sleep. It was an experience similar to blacking-out

She sat across the room, thick furs wrapped around her shoulders, the leather bound book pressed against her chest.

The familiar leather was warm against her skin. Nearly three hundred years of history was recorded on these pages – history that had been managed and kept by a bloodline of seers. The number of seers that remained in the world was unknown, and the whereabouts of any of their ledgers was an utter mystery. The Ledgers contained knowledge of events that might have set history on a completely different course. Sura had read a handful of small sections, attempting to understand why her ancestors had made certain choices. Some of the hand writing was difficult to make out, which didn't make the pages any easier to read. Worse yet, most pages contained horrific tragedies.

Not once had she been able to bring herself to read the pages her mother had written.

Taking advantage of the silence, Sura scrawled her own note in the book. In tiny, neat letter she described the assassination attempt on Robb's life and the part she had played in it. Every one of her predecessors had filled page after page with accounts – why would her story be any different? The war was only beginning, her current visions alone were enough to tell her so.

All Sura could do was wait for Dawn . Her plan to retrieve the ledger had worked, aside from that, she hadn't put very much thought into her next move. Then again, he would not be his sharpest when he awoke, and it could be quite a while before he realized her deception. By then he would be heading far, far away and there was little chance they would actually see one another ever again. Beyond hope or reason, Sura wanted nothing more than to be rid of the quid.

A low mist hung among the tents and a chill set in as the sky began to lighten. Sura could hear others beginning to stir, the slow mumble that began the roar of the day. With a sudden flourish, a heavily armored knight barged into her tent. He stuck his head back outside, whistled, and then returned to the interior. He was quickly followed by a second night who was barely half dressed. The each crossed the floor to opposite sides of the makeshift bed and each grabbed Theon by an arm. Roughly, they lifted him off the bed.

"Still stone drunk 'e is," The half-dressed knight grunted as they untangled Theon from the sheets.

"Then get him sober."

The voice of the young king was cold and stern. The small tent seemed to lose all of its air as the Wolf and the Lion locked eyes. Feeling the tension, the two knights quickly dragged Theon from the tent. Leaving Sura and Robb alone. The pain he was feeling was painted on his face, along with a mix of betrayal and a hint of hatred. The silence between them stretched as Robb paced the room, unable to stay still. Tired and agitated by the entire saga of events, though grateful her problem had been solved, Sura rose from her chair.

"You betrayed me."

"Pardon?" Sura said coolly as she sipped water from a goblet. Her head hurt and she wanted to go to sleep. Whatever conversation Stark wanted to have, surely it could wait until tomorrow?

"How could you?" He asked quietly. The anger in his voice was thinly veiled. So the deception had worked, and the rift between Robb and Theon had been widened. Did Robb think he was the only one who had cause to be angry? He believed that she had given herself that worm? All of those nights she had been in his tent, all of the opportunities she had, and he believed she chose Theon over him? Sura could feel the spark ignite in her heart, a deep anger that was rooted in her genes.

"I have no loyalty to you, Stark." She hissed quietly.

"So everything between us was a lie?"

"It's all a part of the game." It was as if she had stabbed him, the pain was so plainly displayed on his face. She had dealt the young king a critical blow. Without another word Robb collected the pieces of his broken heart and fled.

With a gasp Sura exhaled, the emotion crashing down on her. She fell to her knees and the tears fell shortly after. None of this was supposed to happen. She wasn't supposed to be here, or be in love with Robb Stark. But, certain things had to happen. She had told him from the beginning that fate had no plan for them. She had tried so hard to keep her own feelings at bay. To an extent it had worked. She wiped the last of her tears away, and forced herself back to her feet and crossed the room. Numbness began to seep through her veins as she sunk onto her – finally – empty bed.