He heard a snap in the woods. Davos was out hunting for dinner in disputed forests. He didn’t care though, he could take any Bracken scum. He came across a girl. One he didn’t recognize, but she wore the golden color of House Bracken. He snuck up behind the tree she sat at, suddenly placing a dagger to her throat. He had no clue he had just wandered upon the Bracken daughter, the one many didn’t even know existed.

“You have three seconds to tell me who you are, and why you’re on my lands.”