#🐺 honorable to a fault even if it causes his death: robb stark interactions

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angst prompt for robb: sansa arrives at winterfell to be wed to ramsay , he escorts her through the cellars , she sees robb , who she had mourned and grieved , thought dead. it's the first time she's seen him in five years. sansa is all shaky breaths and wobbling legs, trying to stabilize herself. she fears an overreaction would give ramsay what he desires, but she's basically trembling and falling apart seeing robb like this.

Robb had been in the cells of various castles for nearly two years at this point, being moved in the night and kept from light. He was certainly paler than he ever had been, and Roose had someone regularly come to make sure he was shorn and the Tully red hair was not recognizable. The Young Wolf was shackled well in his prison, for he still had fight in him despite the treatment the traitor had provided. He listens closely when he hears the sound of footsteps and wonders if it is Ramsay wanting to again show him to the shell of a man that had once been Theon.

Tully blue eyes flick up as he glares at those who approach, his arms kept apart by a wooden block shackle, the chains upon his legs clanging as he shifts. Everything stops when he sees her. Sansa. It made no sense to him, she was a captive in King's Landing last he'd heard and married by force to the son of Tywin Lannister. He told himself that he had to be mistaken, though he would know his sister anywhere. He glares at the Bastard of Bolton, his jaw clenching and his voice a growl. "Another taunt, Snow?"

Robb is well aware that reminding a bastard that they are not trueborn is the quickest way to hurt them when your fists could not, which is why he refused to call Ramsay anything but Snow. It was well known that there was only one Snow who was allowed to reside peacefully in Winterfell and he was at the Wall. His eyes do not leave Sansa, worry in them as he tries to stand tall and strong in spite of years of captivity.

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Robb was not a patient young man, that much he was quite aware of. Wolves were never patient, they did not wait in ambush like lions or snakes. As was such, he had never been one to sit still and listen, so as he waited for her to begin to speak he tapped his foot on the floor beneath the desk, focusing on her words as he and Grey Wind appeared to sit still and silent to anyone who looked at the two of them. He wondered if she had leaned on the desk to try and make him uneasy, wondered what had prompted the question of his knowledge of her people.

Finally she spoke and he shifted so he was more straight backed, eyes focused on her face, the way that her lips moved, the way her nose flared when she breathed out. Auburn brows knitted together when she spoke of husbands and wives, and he wondered what that had to do with him. Is she asking to take someone to husband? he found himself thinking. And what sort of tradition is something that someone SUFFERS? He did not care that his confusion was evident on his face, not when she was not making sense and there was no one else to witness it.

He wished that she would just get to the point.

Her silence had his annoyance simmering, testing the edge of the little patience he had to him. As he waited for her to speak again he tapped at the surface of the desk, each beat of his finger in time with his breathing in order to keep calm. He almost thanked her when she finally spoke again. Until the words sunk in, until he processed what she had just said. 'I am your wife after all.'

"What?" Shock was visible on his face, as he tried to comprehend her words. "What do you mean by wife?"

When he admitted he knew not much of her people, she couldn’t help the smirk that crossed her lips as she watched the boy king and wolf. Their bond was obvious to her, while she had no skill for it herself many of her family had been skinchangers and she knew what they acted like around their preferred animal. She wondered if this was another thing the boy wasn’t aware of, since he sometimes allowed his lords to kick the wolf out for their own comfort. Settling her legs to take some pressure off of her ankles in an attempt to stop the cuffs from digging in to much she looked the boy over and saw the stress in his shoulders.

That made it all the more funny what she was about to say.

“There is a tradition among my people of how we take our brides or husbands.” She started simply, shrugging her shoulders as if it was all unimportant. “I believe some of your ancestors suffered the tradition themselves, so I had wondered if the stories had carried down enough.” There were songs north of the Wall of Free Folk taking brides from the Stark house, she wondered if he had never heard these songs before. It was possible to embarrassing for them to have their blood known to be mixed with the brutes so far more north of them.

Osha was silent for a while, letting the boy get annoyed with her that she wasn’t speaking plainly. This war was driving him mad slowly, and if she had to suffer being a prisoner she would find her enjoyment where she could. “Keeping to that I find it very rude that you’ve been ignoring the very real problem you’ve created for yourself as well as ignoring me.”

“I am your wife after all.”

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@warriorsandladies​ sent: ❝ you are an honorable man with a good heart. it’s a rare thing. ❞ (warriorsandladies Kyra Frey for Robb for reasons) 

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Robb was still struck by how beautiful a woman Kyra was, more Lannister like her mother than Frey. When he had come to the Twins after he was named King of the North and the Riverlands, he had not thought that he would find a bride that appealed to him. Once he was crowned it was best that he get his wedding out of the way, for if anything happened to his brothers he needed to secure his line. He was equally surprised that he found himself actually liking Kyra Frey as a person. He could certainly not say he loved her, as it was far to early for that, but he could see himself growing to love her, as his father and mother had grown to love one another.

“Thank you, Kyra.... as you are a treasure that many men can only hope to find.”

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@agirlofwinterfell sent: ❛ My crimes and sins are beyond counting. ❜ for Robb

° ✧ GAME OF THRONES PROMPTS. PART I.

Robb frowned, getting up and moving to put his arms around his sister. He did not like that these thoughts were going through Arya’s head, that she had to do gods knew what in order to survive. He wanted nothing more than to turn back time and keep her from going with their father to the capital, to think of some reason for her and Sansa both to have stayed behind. He had no words, no idea how to respond, but he still found a voice. “You are safe, and that is what matters.I will do my best to ensure that it says that way, and you have no need to comment any such thing again.”

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Theon​:

It was interesting seeing this change that had gripped Robb since the men united beneath him, looking to him as far more than the mere eldest son of the Stark household. Not long ago, they’d joked together within the heated walls of Winterfell, teasing Jon before stepping into the bitter cold to continue their training. Those years were behind, and the path ahead would become more bloodied with each league they marched. 

“You doubt yourself.” It was said as a matter of fact, for despite how strong Robb appeared in the eyes of his men, Theon knew he held vulnerabilities that he dared not show to anyone outside of his circle of trust. He was glad of that, for only a fool would keep to themselves without seeking the advice of others. The young kraken turned his eyes to the busying camp, a chilling breeze slipped through the mouth of the tent and between the plates of his armor. He missed the comfort of a warm bed and thick furs, having remembered the luxury of his capture despite the relentless jabs he received because of it. He loathed those that reminded him he didn’t belong, but it had lessened at Robb’s side, and he was grateful for that.

Breathing a slow sigh, he came closer, welcoming himself to a vacant seat that was pushed closely to the table bearing maps and scrolls. Alone, they could skip the formalities, be the same as they were before all of this, but should anyone enter, Theon knew his place. “The Lannisters have time to prepare, but so do we.” He said in a hushed tone. “We need to rally more men. Show them the extent of the force prepared to fight with you.” An idea struck him, but given the consequences that had loomed over him his life for daring to head back to Pyke caused hesitation. “I am my father’s only heir. Let me go to him and perhaps I can convince him to send you aid. Surely he would desire to strike out against King’s Landing.”

Robb’s eyes flick to Theon when he starts to speak, noting on the young wolf’s doubts. The older boy had always been able to see when something bothered him, something that had annoyed him before they became like brothers. Now he was grateful for the way that Theon always knew exactly was not being said, it was a relief that someone knew his mind and he did not have to put on a false face and pretend that nothing was wrong.

Outside of the walls of the tent he was the unshakable young wolf, he was not allowed to be a scared boy or someone with doubts that were as heavy as the sun. With just Theon, however, he was allowed to be the uncertain boy who had barely reached manhood. With just Theon, he was able to let the weight show rather than stand tall. Let the weight show he did, when Theon sat at the war table Robb crossed from where he paced and leaned against the oak, his shoulders dropping as it twenty stone was resting on them. A long sigh left the Stark as the Greyjoy started on his proposal. He knew that Theon was right, they needed the Iron Born, they needed the ships and the swords that Balon could offer. He was selfish, however, and did not want to send his closest ally so far away.

Grey Wind let out a long and low whine, reflecting Robb’s own feelings on the matter. He wanted to say that he needed Theon there, needed him by his side. He wanted nothing more than to place a hand on the older man’s chest and beg him to send someone else to talk with the Iron Isles instead. Theon was, however, the only one who could likely convince Balon to willingly join Robb’s cause. An act of faith, the release of a hostage and an extension of peace. If they lived through this... perhaps a marriage alliance could even be brokered, once his sisters were safe. Theon was a far better choice for Sansa than her current betrothed had proven after all. “You will come back to me, yes? Once the Iron Isles support is secure I will need a representative of their cause at my side.”

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Robb looked up at the woman who was more than a head taller than he was, and wondered just how she had grown to be so tall. When his mother had returned from the attempt to treat with Renly with only the woman who stood before him in tow, he had known that something had gone wrong. He was glad, however, that Brienne of Tarth was in Riverrun now. He did not have to worry about who would protect his mother, not with Brienne at her side. Hearing that the woman had bested even the Knight of Flowers in the melee had put to rest any doubts that she would be able to keep his mother safe.

“Lady Brienne, come, walk with me,” the young king bade before turning to head towards the Godswood. The Goodswood here was more akin to a garden than the one in Winterfell and it had a slender weirwood as the heart tree, nothing like the one he had grown up with. The gods still resided in it, though, and he like many of his men came there to pray while the Riverlords would go to the sept.

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@agirlofwinterfell sent: “i’m the damned fool who loved him.” For Robb 

Westeros: an American Musical - Sentence Starters

“King Robert Baratheon” (Alexander Hamilton)

Robb found himself blinking in surprise, not sure how to even respond to the tale that Arya had told to him, but there was one thing that he had picked up on when she had told him of her argument of the blacksmith boy named Gendry. “You said that he said that you would be ‘My lady’, correct? Not ‘Milady’ or the way that smallfolk say it as ‘m’lady’. He’s now technically a knight... what is a knight’s lady, Arya?”

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@ladyxredxwolf​ starter for Robb and Sansa

Robb Stark was a king now, and kings protected their families, this was known. Robb hated that his sister was in Lannister hands, hated that he could do nothing for fear that they would harm her. Then an opportunity came and he could have kissed his uncle in joy when the news had come. He could have strangled him, for Edmure had taken a huge risk. That it had paid off was amazing. He would have thought that the battle of the Stonemill would have stopped Tywin chasing him through the Westerlands and into an ambush. Instead, gods be good, it had given him the chance to attack Tywin, to blindside him and take out a large portion of the Lannister forces. 

The Lannister army was scattered and the Tyrells had suffered great losses defeating Stannis during the Battle of the Blackwater. King's Landing was practically begging to be taken. And so, take it they had. They had come under cover of darkness and the smoke of the remains of the ships along the Blackwater. The city gates appeared to have taken a significant amount of damage during the battle, making the entering of the city all the easier. Riverlords and Northerners had poured through the streets, silent as they could be as not to raise any alarm. Grey Wind had killed at least four gold cloaks to keep the procession a secret. Robb wanted as little bloodshed as was possible, if they could get to the Red Keep before the fighting started then perhaps there would be far fewer innocent lives lost. It would also limit the chances of the Lannisters hurting Sansa. Jaime Lannister captive in Riverrun would not guarantee that they would not harm her. It did not stop his father's execution, after all. 

The memory caused Robb's heart to ache as he moved through the streets of King's Landing, Grey Wind at his side. He could only imagine how that lone act had shattered his sister's worldview. He already knows that when he finds her, she will not be the same girl who believed that no harm could come from knights or princes. She would be a girl who had been shown the dark truth of reality, and that was what he could not forgive the Lannisters for the most. Sansa was his little sister to protect, from the moment he was three years old and their mother let him hold her for the first time, and she had seen the worst thing he could imagine her witnessing.

The fighting started when they entered the grounds of the Red Keep, Lannister guards, gold cloaks, it did not matter, they all started to fall at the mercy of Robb's army just the same. Grey Wind was a help to prevent too much of a clash, several of the men took one look at the direwolf and ran. The wolf was near as large as a horse now, big and snarling he was like something of a nightmare. If they became the nightmare of these men, Robb no longer cared. All he cared about was how close he was to finally freeing his sister. I am coming, Sansa. I am coming, little sister. With Bran and Rickon dead, gods that hurt him to think about, Sansa was his heir. The North would rally to her should anything happen to him, he could not let this attack on the Red Keep, this rescue, fail. He had already lost his brothers to a mistake, he could not let this battle be his first defeat.

When men use the chance when Grey Wind is away to approach him, Robb practically dances on his feet. Spinning out of the way of swinging steel and ducking with his own blow to counter. Each blow feels as easy as breathing, each blow brings him that much closer to saving his sister. With every strike, he thinks about all the cruel things that Joffery could have had done, could have allowed, and with each new idea he grows angrier and angrier. He has been called the Young Wolf, and a wolf he was in these moments, as wolfblooded as his Uncle Brandon had been whispered to be. He could see through Grey Wind and Grey Wind could see through him, there was no verbal communication to warn the men he was fighting that if they thought they could get the upper hand by attacking from behind that the last thing they would see is large direwolf teeth closing in.

The sound of fighting was bound to have woken a portion of the castle by now, and he saw a few nobles peek out of rooms, only to bolt back in when they saw the Wolves of the North leading the charge. A few were bold enough to go for swords or bows to defend themselves, and Robb would grieve most of them for that bravery. More and more knights and lordlings started to come out in either partial armor or in full armor, and so the procession through started to slow, though not by too much. When he sees the familiar armor of the Kingsguard, Robb roars in fury, “WHERE IS MY SISTER!”

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Lady Lefford​:

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A goat trail.

A goat trail of all things.

A goat trail no one had known was there. A perfect hole in the idea that Alysanne had been raised believing that Golden Tooth was impossible to pass without the House’s knowledge. Her guards had just happened to stumble across the trail the day before and were busy plotting it out and hacking back the overgrowth when they unwittingly ambushed the North incursion. Thanks to the element of surprise even with the young wolf’s own wolf no one had died from either side.

Her guards looked a little shaken at the mention of the wolf being brought in, but truthfully Alysanne thought they were just taking the Stark sigil for truth and the young King in the North had a normal wolf that was highly trained to respond to commands. Her own beast of a dog, Kingswell, sat just off the side of the side of her desk and was equal in size to a wolf so she wasn’t worried about this Stark boys pet. Still as a matter of protection she sent her servants to their rooms or their homes to keep them out of the way as the new prisoner was escorted to them. The other men had been taken to the cells in the mines for safety and to separate the group, but Robb would be held at the castle.

When the guards escorted him in Alysanne stood from her desk, before freezing in slight panic.

That was no wolf.

Clearing her throat she mentally tried to adjust her plans as she stepped around the desk, Kingswell coming to his feet to stay between the two of them. “Lord…..or rather King Stark yes?” She spoke, head tipping up slightly to see him better. Alysanne wasn’t tall and he was making her feel even shorter. “Welcome to Golden Tooth, a pity you were trying to find a way around it. Our mines are quite lovely this time of year for a visit.”

Robb had underestimated the men of Golden Tooth. When Grey Wind had found the goat trail he had suspected that the men of the hold would not be able to find it before they had already went through. Instead they had walked right into the men of Golden Tooth in the still air of the night. Had the wind brought their scent up the trail than they would never have been ambushed. Robb hadn’t even had time to react before the men had disarmed him and held him at sword point.

The threat to Robb’s life had stayed the blades of his men, as well as Grey Wind’s teeth and claws. The men had tried to separate him from Robb and the direwolf had made it quite clear that he would not allow that to happen. Instead, Robb’s men were lead to the mines and Robb was lead to the Lady of Golden Tooth with his other half a looming shadow behind him and his captors. The presence behind him caused many of the men to be far more jumpy than he assumed they would normally. The slightest of sounds seemed to startle them, leading to Robb getting nicked by the blades at his throat several times, much to his annoyance.

The jumpiness of the men meant that there was a good line of blood trickling down his throat when he was finally brought to Lady Lefford, and he wondered how long before she noticed the injury when she came from behind the desk.

Amusement filled him as she tried to make small talk, and he was rather impressed with her composure at the sight of Grey Wind. “Pity indeed, unfortunately we had an engagement we were wanting to get to. Seems that we will be missing that now.... I wish we could have met under better circumstances, Lady Lefford.” She was beautiful, and Robb felt regret at the fact he was meant to wed a Frey as she had as much spirit it seemed as many of the Northern ladies that comprised his army. “Do you expect to keep us in your company long?” Would he and his men remain, or would she feed them to the Lions she bowed to.

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Robb had not expected to run into Jeyne when he had turned the corner, lost in his thoughts at the fact he was about to learn just how to be a lord without Father being dead. He supposed that it was good that he was getting the experience, and he would have Mother to help him, but knowing that his sisters and Bran would not be there either... It was still odd. His mind had certainly been elsewhere, he supposed that was likely why he had not heard Jeyne earlier. “Sorry, Jeyne. My mind was elsewhere...”

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Robb looks up at the sound of someone entering the hall he had made his in Riverrun. His orders had been that no one was to bother him, he needed some time alone before he went back to the Westerlands to make more of a headway in taking lands from Tywin. The young king had returned to Riverrun only because he had come to check on his mother when he received word that Ironborn had taken his brothers hostage. He had hated that she was right about trusting Theon, wished that the friend who was like a brother had been more his brother and less his friend in this instant. His next plan of attack was to go after and take the Crag, then move along the coast until they were closer to Casterly Rock.

Grey Wind was at his side, the direwolf nearly as big as a small horse now, and he draws up beside his master. Robb allows Grey Wind to share what he is smelling with him, something familiar he knew... but something the wolf had not smelled in a long time. They both slid into their own minds as he moved out the door, head turning towards the entrance of the hall. Confusion filled him as he saw that he could only think was a little boy at first, short hair brown hair and certainly dressed as a boy was. The face, though... the face reminded him of times that felt a long time ago now, so similar to how Jon had looked when they were little. A Stark face.

There was only one person so young with a Stark face, and thinking of her had Robb’s long legs moving, carrying him down the hall until he found himself hugging the frail little thing that had walked through the door. “Arya?” he asked, his voice breaking as he says her name, praying that it is her, that she wasn’t dead as he had feared for months now.

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Robb was allowed to wander the Dreadfort, though under heavy guard. Being allowed such only because everyone was in Winterfell, the thought making his stomach turn. The men who betrayed his family, who slaughtered his wife and mother, in his home intending to marry his sister to a bastard. He just prayed to the gods that they did not actually have Arya, not thinking she would suffer such a fate well. The loss of Grey Wind had hit him the hardest, like half of his person was now just gone from the world.

He was a fool, that much he knew above all else. Trusting Frey after he had broken his vow to him, trusting Bolton who had married into the Freys... trusting that Roose’s men would keep Jeyne safe... Taking responsibility for marring a girl’s honor had cost him everything and everyone he had left in his control that he cared about.

Now, now the world seemed dark and food tasted of ash. Now, he was Roose Bolton’s last card to put into play if needed to control the North. Now, it was just a matter of time before he died at Bolton hands. The sound of another person causes him pause, and he looks over, expecting another of Roose Bolton’s servants. Instead his jaw drops open slightly at the sight of Bolton’s own daughter.

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Robb narrows his eyes at the lioness before him, one hand drumming lightly on the table they were sat at and the other turning a folded parchment in it. To say that this meeting was a miracle would be an understatement. They had his uncle to thank he supposed, going out to fight a battle and win glory. Instead Edmure had somehow managed to not bungle up Robb’s plans but add to them. Meetings of negotiation were not something that he would have thought they could achieve with the Lannisters, not after what had happened with Joffery and his father. He was not sure who was behind the chance, who had convinced the others to at least sit with the Northerners to discuss a hostage exchange. Jaime Lannister and Tommen Baratheon, the prince taken by chance when he was being sent from the Red Keep to elsewhere, would be enough to bargain for his sisters and they still would be able to manage to keep one hostage if all went well. The young king sits tall and lean in the chair, his direwolf beside him. Grey Wind was not yet wild and snapping at the other party, so he did not yet think they would attempt to betray them, but he would take great care in these talks. “Thank you for meeting with us, Your Grace, my Lords.”

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Wildling Woman​:

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@neithergodsnormen for Robb and Osha

Winterfell was a strange world away from beyond the Wall.

She had been captured by the little lordling of it, his father having gone south like a fool. She kept her opinion to herself though, already feeling the tension whenever his trip down was brought up to the lordling. Instead she busied herself learning what was expected of her at the castle, as both a prisoner and a servant. The cook didn’t really know what to do with her at times, but she was good with a blade and hunted her entire life. While she wasn’t trusted to go hunting when the prey was brought in she had been allowed to clean it herself. She had even been allowed to take a few of the cleaner pelts for herself to make what she wanted.

One of the things that was bothering her though was a tradition of her people that had been done, but no one else knew about. Robb Stark had captured her, and she doubted the boy understood what he had done. She wasn’t really upset about it, Osha knew she wasn’t anything like the bride he intended to ever take. But she did feel that it was to good of a joke to let slip away from her and the longer she let it the less it really was funny. So when she was handed a tray to bring to him since the boy had locked himself in the war room to plot she took the chance.

The chains around her ankles was annoying but she had used the pelt of a deer brought in as best she could to line the inside of it to offer her some comfort. A strip of leather was wrapped around the linking chain so that the sound of it dragging on the floor was muffled and didn’t irritate her. Not bothering to knock on the door she pushed it open and came to the desk, laying the tray down near his elbow.

“Your cook sent this, said you need to eat.” The boy tended to listen to the cook over the rest of the servants, expect the old lady who truly ran the castle. After a quiet moment she crossed her arms over her chest and gave him a rather predatory smile. “Tell me lordling, do you know much of my people?”

Robb’s temper was at a boiling point, frustration was piling and he could not stand the way that the other lords in the North were not treating him with respect solely based on his young age. Ever since his father had went south with the king it felt as if he had the weight of the world on his shoulders. A weight he was surely not yet ready to take on. The departure of his mother shortly after the attempt on Bran’s life had put him even more on edge.

Rarely did he leave the war room now, trying to predict the next move that could be taken against his family. Bran being attacked in the woods had left him on edge, even if most of the wildlings had been killed during it. One reminder of the fact a small mistake could have cost his brother’s life remained, chained and made to work in the kitchens. Mostly she was with the cook because he did not know what to do with her, and she was good at cleaning the animals that were caught for dinner.

Grey Wind paced the room, moving while Robb sat at the desk, working off the energy for both of them. The lordling had noticed that the more exhausted Grey Wind was, the more exhausted he was, something that he was not sure how to ask about. He dreamed of the hunts that the direwolf would go on as well... and he did not know how to ask Old Nan what such things meant, unsure if he wanted her answers. The scent of food entered the room and he and Grey Wind both paused what they were doing to look at the wildling woman.

“Thank you,” Robb replied to her words about the cook insisting that he eat. Her next words gave him pause, however, and he narrowed his eyes, unsure where this conversation was leading to. She had never brought any of it up in the last few months that she had been in Winterfell. “Not much, I admit... why do you ask?”

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Robb was pacing around the rooms he had chosen to occupy in Riverrun when he heard Theon enter his room. Theon was his closest friend, the person that he trusted more than anyone else that had been in that room shouting the words ‘King in the North’ and he felt a small relief at the sight of him. It still felt as if he had a thousand giants sat upon his shoulders, unable to have time to keep grieving his father. No, he could not stop to grieve that loss until his sisters were safely back at Winterfell and Joffery was dead. 

Grey WInd barely lifted his head as Robb broke from the line he had been pacing, the now king making his way to his best friend’s side. “Theon, thank you for coming to see me. Your presence is more relief from my mind than you could even imagine.” He had to find a way to make this war work, had to find a way to beat the most ruthless commander that had lived in half a century. A few battles were nothing, he needed to find a way to destroy Tywin and what better person to discuss ideas with than the son of the man who had smashed the Lannister fleet not even a decade ago.