[Riverlands - Robb Stark's War Camp]

As Princess Morgana Baratheon and her handmaiden, Sirena, walked through the bustling war camp of Robb Stark, they couldn't help but notice the intense conversation between their beloved lord and a mysterious woman.

As they walked, they noticed a figure sitting apart from the others, deep in conversation with a woman they didn't recognize. The woman was tall and slender, with long, dark hair and piercing brown eyes. She wore a simple but well-made tunic and leggings, and carried a small bag at her side.

"Who is that?" Morgana asked Sirena quietly, nudging her arm.

"I don't know," Sirena replied, squinting into the fading light. "But she looks like a healer of some kind."

Morgana's interest was piqued. As the future queen of the North, she knew the importance of having skilled healers in her court. She decided to introduce herself.

"Hello," she called out, approaching the pair. "My name is Morgana Baratheon. Who might you be?"

The woman looked up as they approached, and smiled warmly. "Talisa," she said, extending a hand. "A healer from Volantis. I've been traveling with Lord Stark's army for the past few weeks, doing what I can to help tend to the wounded."

Morgana took Talisa's hand, feeling a surge of energy run through her at the touch. It was rare for her to meet someone who wasn't intimidated by her status or beauty, and she found herself drawn to this mysterious healer from afar.

"It's a pleasure to meet you," she said, smiling back. "I am Robb's betrothed, and this is my handmaiden, Sirena."

Talisa bowed gracefully, her eyes sparkling with curiosity. "An honor to meet you both," she said. "I must say, it's not evey day I get to meet royalty. Especially not here, in the midst of all this...uncertainty."

Morgana laughed, feeling a sense of camaraderie with this stranger. "Uncertainty is one word for it," she agreed. "But, I have faith in the King In The North."

"Talisa has been a great asset to us these past few weels, tending to our wounded and helping to keep morale high."

Morgana felt a flutter in her chest at the sight of Robb, his broad shoulders and strong jawline making her heart race. She knew she would marry him soon, and the thought filled her with excitement and anticipation.

"It would seem we share a love of herbs and medicine."

"Then we have much to discuss. I have brought some rare herbs and spices from Volantis that I think you will find most intriguing." Talisa told them

"She seems very capable," Morgana said, gesturing towards Talisa. "Perhaps we could use her skills at Winterfell once the war is over."

Robb nodded thoughtfully, his gaze lingering on Talisa for a moment before returning to Morgana. "I think that would be a good idea," he said. "We could always use more skilled healers in the North."

They were interrupted by a voice familiar to only two of them. It was Robb's mother, Lady Catelyn Stark, who was approaching with an unfamiliar tall blonde woman.

"Robb."

Robb turned and hugged his mother, while Talisa looked down.

"Mother. Mother, this is Lady Talisa. She's been helping with the wounded. She's been very... helpful."

"Lady Talisa." She greeted.

"Lady Stark."

"Lady Talisa...?"

"Maegyr."

"Maegyr? Forgive me, I do not know this name."

"An uncommon name here. An old name in Volantis. Excuse me, my lady. Your Grace."

Talisa exited, inviting Morgana and Sirena to join her, which they did. Robb watched them go. Catelyn looked knowingly at her son, a wry smile on her face. The two of them began to walk.

"I've missed you."

"Yes, you look positively forlorn."

"You surprised me, that's all. I didn't think I'd see you today."

"I wish that you were free to follow your heart."

"I know."

"You have inherited your father's responsibilities. I'm afraid they come at a cost. You are promised to a girl many still view as an enemy. The sister of the boy who murdered your father."

"I know."

In order to cross the bridge at the Twins, Lord Frey had all but demanded him to accept a betrothal to one of Lord Frey's daughters or granddaughters.

At first, he had resigned himself to the fact that it was not something he wanted to do, but rather something he had to do, if he had any hope of mqrching on King's Landing and rescuing his sisters.

But then, Morgana had shown up, intent on fulfilling the betrothal their late fathers had agreed upon.

Suddenly Lord Roose Bolton was in front of them.

"Your Grace. My lady. News from Winterfell." He held up a scroll.

[Robb's Council Chamber]

Robb, Catelyn, and Roose Bolton were in the midst of a discussion. They had moved something more sedcluded to discuss the contents of the message.

"This cannot be true." Robb said after he had finished reading its contents.

"We've had ravens from White Harbor, Barrowton and the Dreadfort. I'm afraid it is true." Roose replied.

"Why? Why would Theon-"

"Because the Greyjoys are treasonous whores."

"My brothers?"

"We've heard nothing of them. But Rodrik Cassel is dead."

"I told you, nevr trust a Greyjoy!" His mother exclaimed.

"I must go north at once." Robb said.

"There's still a war to win, Your Grace."

"How can I call myself king if I can't hold my own castle? How can I ask men to follow me if I can't-"

"You are a king. And that means you don't have to do everything yourself." Roose told him.

"Let me go and talk to Theon."

"There will be no talk. He will die for this." Robb stated.

"Theon holds the castle with a skeleton crew. Let me send word to my bastard at the Dreadfort. He can raise a few hundred men and retake Winterfell before the new moon. We have the Lannisters on the run. If you march all the way back north now, you'll lose what you gained. My boy would be honoured to bring you Prince Theon's head."

"He is no Prince. Tell your son Bran and Rickon's safety is paramount. And Theon, I want him brought to me alive. I want to look him in the eye and ask him why. And then I'll take his head myself.

He already had enough to deal with. First, the loss of his father and his sisters being held prisoner. Now, the one man he thought he could surely trust had betrayed him; stolen his family's castle and held his brothers captive. The one he had grown up beside, fought beside.

He had killed the man who had trained them.

Roose Bolton took his leave, leaving only Catelyn and Robb in the council chamber.

"You were right," Robb confessed.

"I didn't want to be."

"I shouldn't have sent Theon to his father. That he would betray us for the first chance at his father's approval."

Catelyn stepped forward, cupping her son's face between her hands. "There is nothing you can do now. The best thing you can do is focus on defeating the Lannisters, getting your sisters back. Then we discuss regaining Winterfell. It does not matter who holds it. The entirety of The North knows the truth. The Starks are the Kings of Winter. You are the first since your many great grandfather, Torrhen Stark. Only this time there are no dragons to kneel to. You can do this, Robb. I know it, and your father knew it. Now it's time you know it."

And it was. There was no time to waste. He couldn't linger on the betrayal from Theon. Not while his sisters were still held captive.

He had to beat the Lannisters.

And he would.

With Morgana, Sirena and Talisa, the three women talked, and discovered that they had much in common. Talisa spoke of the ancient wisdom of the Maesters of Old Volantis, and the powerful healing properties of certain plants and herbs that grew only in the shadow of Dragonstone. Morgana and Sirena listened with rapt attention, asking questions and sharing their own knowledge of the healing arts.

As the sun dipped below the horizon, they decided to continue their conversation over dinner. Talisa invited them to join her at her tent, where she had prepared a feast of roasted fowl and fresh vegetables, along with a special tea made from the very herbs they had been discussing.

Over dinner, they laughed and joked, their differences melting away as they found common ground in their love of herbs and medicine. As the night wore on, Morgana realized that she had found not only a new friend, but also a kindred spirit in the enigmatic Talisa. And as they bid each other goodnight, she couldn't help but wonder what other secrets and stories lay hidden behind those piercing brown eyes.