The Beginning of the Journey South

I have started my character, Nymeria, journey South.

It has already started with several bad things happening. Not only is Micheal, Nymeria's husband injured, but Nymeria had to kill Micheal's horse, Mayhem. 

It was kind of hard to start this, but the slow starting journey of Daenerys' journey, in Game of Thrones is what I'm using for my inspiration, but I really don't want to kill Micheal to make Nymeria more cold.

But, let's see how this plays out. I tend to just let my characters move on their own. 

Excerpt:

         “Get up, Princess,” she pulled back the blanket, to reveal that I was completely bare. Her cheeks heated up, but then she turned away.

         “Where’s Micheal?” I mumbled, not feeling my husband next to me. Normally Anna didn't come in here when Micheal was in here, anyway.

         

         “Demanding that you get ready and come to him, immediately. I’ve already gotten scolded for not getting you out of bed,” Anna grumbled, but then finally pulled me, by herself, out of the bed with a soft grunt.

         “Fine. Fine…” I murmured, grabbing my clothes from the girl. It was a simple black undershirt and pants, with a fur-lined vest and a pair of thick, riding pants, which I slipped all on, then my boots. Greys and Blacks were so bland, so I added a red ribbon, that I tied my thick, curly locks back.

         “Come, Anna,” I mumbled, strolling along towards the door and made my way to the dinning hall, where everyone was eating. Micheal was staring straight at the doorway, like he was waiting for me. I swallowed hard before shaking my head. I don’t need to be scared of Micheal. A wolf is not scared of anything, I thought to myself as I approached the table.

         Micheal stood up, pulling out my chair and when I sat, he pushed my chair back towards the table like any, polite Gentleman.

         “Are you mad, Micheal?” My voice was quiet, but everyone could hear me, in the echoing chamber.

         “What gives you the idea?” Micheal looked up as he pushed a piece of meat, into his large mouth.

         “Well…” I started then looked up at Anna, who was shaking her head viciously and I sighed. “It’s nothing. It’ll be fine,” I muttered and begin nibbling at my food.

         Anna really did not want a fight to erupt since I didn’t like the fact that Micheal laid his hands on her, in a rough and aggressive way. Anna was a lady, not a slave.