You are not a knight. You owe no allegiance to any lord or house.
Your martial skills were only rivaled by your intelligence. You knew how people acted, how they thought. You were relatively wealthy - you sometimes were a sell sword. You were always successful.
You had heard rumors of this woman - an adviser to Stannis Baratheon. You didn't have any particular loyalties to the man or any of the other claimants for the throne. All of them were equally selfish and power hungry in your eyes. But this woman... for some reason you were drawn to her. You wanted to see her, it had fast become an obsession.
With your skill you could clean a mercenary company quite easily and take the trek to the North where Stannis was. You could pledge yourself to his banners and get closer to the woman of your dreams. And dream of her you did. You had never seen her but you dreamed of her. They said she was a witch and you could well believe it but you did not fear her, no you lusted after her.
Alternatively you could go just by yourself. It would be faster that way however on the other hand you would have little to offer but your sword and it might be suspicious for you to travel alone.
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