It was everything The auburn haired woman could do to keep from panicking when she was lifted back on her horse. Her hair still covered the scaring on the right side of her face for that she was thankful, pushing it slightly to straiten it. That began the journey to the Stark Camp; to her uncertain future. The night went by better than the young woman could ever have expected. On the second night was when the first man had tried to have his way with her. It seemed like the young Lord Umber always seemed to be by. Maybe he was watching out for her not wanting her brother to be wrath with him. She had heard her mother speak often  of men when it came to war they would fuck anything with the right parts after a time of being away from a woman. She slept little when she did it was light.<br/><br/>On the forth day it had to be around mid day before the banner of the starks was seen. By this time the ropes that bound her were biting into her wrist enough to make them bleed. Riding into camp she kept her eyes on the hose in front of her not looking around almost fearing to see if her bother's men were here. One of the slightly less rough men took her down from the horse while they waited to be seeing by His Grace. Eliza was pushed closer to The Umber that was in all right her captor. "Thank you for saving me from the men my lord. Not many would do that"