My name is Death and the end is here. Re: In The Time of Kings A few months past... The road was long but it was well travelled and she did not fear it. Many men had passed on the King's Road, yet this far up the travellers begun to thin out and seeing another was a fleeting occurrence. Still, the snow fell heavier here and she lifted a hand to pull her fur lined hood further over her head, in an attempt to shield herself from the cold flakes of ice. A tumble of curls fell into disarray around her shoulders, which she attempted to fix by running her fingers through the black locks. The under layers of her hair had been plaited into a long braid as if to make some sense of the mess that framed her face. It didn't help much but in despite of this, it seemed to suit her. Having managed to brush the hair away from her sharp grey eyes, the young female tightened her grip on the leather reins, slowing the mare's pace down. The horse's pace had quickened now that the satchels, which were strung either side of her saddle, were beginning to empty. Glancing back at the two men who flanked either side of her, her grey eyes frowned in annoyance. She had wanted to travel alone but unfortunately they knew her too well. Nevertheless, they had not managed to dissuade her from journeying here and instead had insisted on