A cottage near Grassy Vale

[Viea Greyjoy]

A shiver ran down Meg's back as more men came through the door near Brellen.

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Brellen's men barely glanced at the girl, and he spoke with them briefly before setting them back on guard.

"Hungry?" he asked gruffly.

[Viea Greyjoy]

Meg shook her head in a tiny movement, still watching her cousin carefully.

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Brellen shrugged and stomped out to speak to his men. He came back in shortly, grabbed her by the arm, and roughly pulled her out. His five hundred men were mounted, and his big brown destrier stood ready. A handsome sorrel palfrey awaited her, and he helped her mount up.

"Too close to the Grassy Vale," she heard him mutter. Then, to her, "Sit securely, girl, we have a long ride ahead of us." He then turned to his horse.

[Viea Greyjoy]

Meg decided that she would try to bolt. She leapt of her mount and started to run from her cousin.

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Immediately, five mounted men blocked her, and another man-at-arms dismounted, caught her by the arm, and dragged her back. Then Brellen took her roughly by the shoulder, and shook her. There was anger in his face.

"Don't you ever do that again," he growled. "Or I'll cut your fucking head off. Lem, the rope," he shouted. One of the men brought a small coil of rough hempen rope, which Brellen used to bind Megara's wrists together. The rough rope chafed against her delicate skin, and he tied knots that were hard and tight.

"Up," he growled, dragging her to the sorrel palfrey and lifting her up as if she was a sack of grain. "Sit there, or I'll kill your horse." He smiled.

[Viea Greyjoy]

"Let me go Brellen." Meg screamed at him, trying to fight him off.

She landed one kick in his gut.

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Brellen doubled over, cursing, as she kicked him in the gut. "You fucking bitch," he growled. The sorrel mare jerked her head, yanking the reins out of his grasp, whinnying nervously. Her rider was not catching the reins and was kicking out, and it made the palfrey anxious.

[Viea Greyjoy]

Meg stared at him with her eyes wide. She had never got Brellen truly angry before.

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Brellen caught the reins of the palfrey and steadied her, but his face was still red with anger. He looked as if he wanted to drive his sword through Megara, but he controlled himself, gritting his teeth, and mounted his own horse.

"We ride for Grassy Vale," Brellen said, spurring his destrier forward.

[Viea Greyjoy]

Megara sat as still as she could as the palfrey started to follow Brellen's men.

She shut her eyes and hoped that her brother would come soon.

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Before arriving at the Grassy Vale, the company came upon a sept. The septon, scared out of his wits, agreed to Brellen's orders, and Megara was dragged into the sept.

[Viea Greyjoy]

Meg kicked and screamed as she was dragged in, she scratched one of the mens faces with her nails

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The man swore and moved to hit her, but then Brellen slapped her himself. "No more of that," he growled. "Pate, bring the palfrey in!"

One of the men brought in Megara's handsome sorrel palfrey. The mare whinnied and jerked her head as she was led into the sept, and when the mare steadied, one of them men held a dagger to her gently, so as not to alarm the horse.

"Do as your told," Brellen said. "Or the horse dies."

[Viea Greyjoy]

Meg glared at him, her cheek felt as if on fire from where he had hit her.

"Let me go." She whispered, more to herself then any others.