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@Magyar !
She had known the Grand Dukes men were coming well before they arrived. Wallund was, if anything, very carefully guarded, with many maintaining the area and keeping watch. They had to fear deceit and foul play from their brothers in Allar to the East, Chaos to the North, south and west- leaving just about no where else to go.
Petrin didn't mind. She had lived in Wallund her whole life. She had guarded the place as fiercely as any other- she being a woman or not meant little to her family here. Though patriarchal by law, she still held a vow to her father, and her brother Toma, too.
Acting as the ruling reagent, Lady Petrin Stark took the news and acted quickly, not about to waste her time and bathing and doing up her hair as all other ladies of society were apt to do. No, here in Wallund, the women road freely, spoke freely and were strong as the west winds that shaped the very valley and people themselves.
She sat atop Stormrider, her horse she had been riding all after noon. She had paused briefly for a rest when the news had come to her, and she sent word back to the castle, to warn her brother Seldon of their approaching 'guests'.
Perhaps it was foolish of her to think she could stop the advancement of the men upon her home by meeting them on the road-
But then again, Petrin had a lot of things to protect there, and those carrying the banner of the Grand Duke had no business putting their noses in it.
She wasn't sure on the number of men, and it frightened her some to think there was enough her scouts couldn't count. Though they mentioned the party was long tailed and the numbers seemed to shift and wane then grow like the winter snow, Petrin decided to simply take this information in stride.
Galloping down Kingsmill Road, her horse kicked up a hefty amount of cold, thick mud as he ran. And as she crested the hill and crossed the narrow river, the path split into two, and she chose to take Broadshoulder pass, as her horse raced on and came up to flank the bannermen.
She possessed her own crest, chiseled proudly into her armor as the men all halted to see the approach of a woman rider, with wild long red hair scattering behind her in the winds like a flag of fire, and eyes that seemed to pierce like the color of the sky.
Her horse came to an abrupt stop and the men put up a defensive position. Petrin simply clung to her reins and turned her horse sharply as her eyes cleaved through the men.
"I am Lady Stark, current regent of Wallund. I demand you approach no further to Wallund and allow me to speak with whomever is in charge."