He had come a far way. From a nobody, a smiths son he had risen in the kings guard and then as the hand of the king. But he had always been a plan for someone. First Rheanyra, then Alicent and now he was in the middle of nowhere somewhere in the riverlands tired, hungry and with no end in sight. His heart was heavy, but he knew one thing if he was going to die he wanted to do so as a warrior. He gathered all man holding them one last speech before they most certainly would meet their end fighting against the Blacks army or on the way there. But one thing remained ever present in the back of his mind. The Princess, daughter of Queen Alicent and most certainly prisoner of Rheanyra in King's Landing right now. His heart was with her the young girl who he loved with a pure heart not just passion like he jad felt with Alicent and Rheanyra. He could not help but think what would become of her alone in the castle still hoping for his return.