THE GUEST

ALTAR

THREE WEEKS EARLIER....

Altar woke up in a strange camp in the morning next to Morgan Frost, Karl Smidt and the two Dornish knights that survived: Charles Matthews and Lamar Hendricks, who were still unconscious.

Altar scanned around the tent he was in which didn't look familiar in any way, he reached for his blade Ice which would be sheathed in its pale-blue saya that would be behind his back but he wasn't armed. Ice wasn't around the tent either.

"The fuck am I...?" Altar mumbled.

He felt the battle wounds of the last night pinching him but he ignored it when he didn't see Princess Diego Reed amoungst them, neither was Balon Stone. He stormed out the tent anxiously

"Diego?" He was limping for some reason, when he stepped out the tent the sun morning blinded him forcing him to flinch.

"You're awake..." a woman with green cornrows approached him calmly, "Let me-"

"Where am I?" Altar said, "Where is Diego?"