Chapter 29: Family, Duty, Honor

Chapter 29: Family, Duty, Honor

Stone Hedge reminded Robb of home; a sprawling castle made of grey stone. It wasn’t as big as Winterfell, but it was certainly larger than the canvas pavilion he’d grown accustomed to. The thick, stone walls and the privacy they afforded were a comfort. Too often, Robb had felt as though the wind carried his every word throughout the camp. It was part of the reason he’d waited until then to have this conversation.

Robb sat across from Jon. The room used to hold the war councils seemed as though it hadn’t been used in years. A fine dust covered the higher surfaces, and old tapestries lay folded in a corner. Tall windows let in the late afternoon sun, illuminating the dust in the air.

“Alyn,” Jon shouted. A scrawny boy stumbled into the room, wide eyed and tripping over his own feet.

“Yes, Your Grace?” Alyn Blackwood was no older than Bran, long-limbed and scrawny, with a mop of black hair. When Robb announced Jon as his hand and proclaimed him a Prince of Winterfell, Lord Blackwood had been the first to offer one of his sons as a squire.

Jon sighed. “Go find Theon and tell him Robb wishes to speak with him.” Alyn began to sprint off when Jon called after him. “And Alyn, just Jon, is fine.”

Alyn ran off with a hurried, “yes, your grace.” Jon scowled at Robb, who grinned at him in amusement. “You could have named me Hand without naming me a Prince,” he quipped.

“You’re my brother, which makes you a Prince,” he insisted. Robb didn’t mention that by rights, he was a King. “And don’t pretend you don’t like being called a Prince. Prince Jon of Winterfell,” Robb japed.

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Sansa Stark by PlasticLamb

Promise me, she had cried, in a room that smelled of blood and roses. Promise me, Ned. The fever had taken her strength and her voice had been faint as a whisper, but when he gave her his word, the fear had gone out of his sister’s eyes. Ned remembered the way she had smiled then, how tightly her fingers had clutched his as she gave up her hold on life, the rose petals spilling from her palm, dead and black. After that he remembered nothing. They had found him still holding her body, silent with grief. The little crannogman, Howland Reed, had taken her hand from his. Ned could recall none of it.

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Arianne Week || Prompt: Family

“We princes make our careful plans and the gods smash them all awry.” Prince Doran made a weary gesture with a chafed red hand. “Dorne will be yours. You have my word on that, if my word still has any meaning for you. Your brother Quentyn has a harder road to walk… he has gone to bring us back our hearts desire,”

She narrowed her eyes. “What is our heart’s desire?”

“Vengeance.” His voice was soft, as if he were afraid that someone might be listening. “Justice.” Prince Doran pressed the onyx dragon into her palm with his swollen, gouty fingers, and whispered, “FIRE AND BLOOD.”