Hera's family was murdered in cold blood by their enemies. Hera got away and went to Winterfell, where the Starks lived. She knew she would be safe there, because Ned Stark and her father were close friends. Now, years later, she still live there...
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CHAPTER FIFTEEN - HELLO BROTHER
Shock had filled Hera's body in an instant. She couldn't move. The only thing she could do was stare at him. Her mind couldn't comprehend what was happening. She had been so sure that he had been dead. She hadn't seen him when she escaped their old home, so she assumed that he was dead. For a couple of seconds, she was sure that she was dreaming. She was sure that it was a cruel joke made by the gods, and that she would wake up any second. Yet, when she pinched herself in her arm, it hurt. She was awake and this was real.
She let out a muffled sob and her eyes filled with tears. She threw herself at him, hugging him so tight that he nearly lost his balance. She buried her face in his shoulder as sobs racked through her whole body. He was alive. She hadn't wept in a long time, but she couldn't keep the tears in anymore. It felt good to weep, she thought. Her brother's arms wrapped themselves around her waist, hugging her like she would dissapear if he let go. Hera looked up at the skies, mentally thanking the gods for reuniting them.
After a while, they let go of the hug. She couldn't help but scan his face. He had aged a lot, but he still looked just like he used to. His dark hair were still in his usual messy curls, and he still had freckles scattered on his cheeks. His brown eyes were the same as always, but Hera couldn't help but notice how they seemed more tired than they used too.
She looked at him with wide eyes, her mouth agape in shock. "How?" she stammered out. "How are you here right now?" That's when she remembered her sister, Lexa. She gasped as she grabbed his arm. "Is Lexa okay?"
Derron nodded which caused her to sigh with relief. He glanced around them, like he was looking for someone. "I'll tell you everything" he said, "but not here, there's eyes and ears everywhere." Hera nodded, understanding why he choose to be careful. If important information got in the hands of the wrong people, bad things could happen.
They moved further into the woods, where they were sure no one could see or hear them. They found a small log which they both sat down on. For a couple of seconds, neither of them spoke. She knew Derron was trying to figure how to start his explanation, and she didn't want to stress him.
"When those people attacked our home, I was outside by the stables. I searched for you and Cedrick, but I couldn't find you anywhere. I found Lexa hidden in her room crying, and I knew I had to get her to safety. We left shortly after that." He took a deep breath, glancing at his sister who nodded for him to continue. "She was terrified, constantly asking me where you, Cedrick, mother and father were. I didn't have the heart to tell her that you were most likely dead, but I think she knew. For years, we ventured from place to place. I didn't know who to trust, so we never stayed in one place for too long. Until one day, we arrived in Pentos and met someone I knew we could trust."
