When He Died, All Things Soft And Beautiful And Bright Would Be Buried With Him.

“When he died, all things soft and beautiful and bright would be buried with him.”

― Madeline Miller, The Song of Achilles

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He smiled at those two riding close and the sound of his brother laughing and he could just make out the smile on Morgan’s face. 

“And I will work on my father as well, I mean our families have been close why not tie those bonds a bit stronger. I want those two happy since they won’t have the responsibility of ruling a hold,” he stated then heard the musical laughter of Morgan laughing. “It would be good to have a little bit of happiness around here.”

“Happiness and an excuse to drink the night away without taking the plunge into marriage ourselves.” Domeric was not certainly not ready to commit just yet, though he knew that it was already a matter of time before his father found him a match. He liked the freedom that he had at the moment, not having a wife to attend to, as he could spend much more time riding and visiting the Karstarks. “Now, to start our plan on how to get them together.”

Jeyne and Grey Wind

While she is nervous around the direwolf, Jeyne wishes that she be able to one day look at Grey Wind without fear. He is important to Robb, and she knows this. Her fear stems from the fact that she watched him tear into a knight, that knight was actually a cousin of her mother. It is not because he killed the man, but more that she saw how he did it, that she is afraid and nervous around him,

She knows that he protects Robb, and so wishes to one day know that Grey Wind will protect her and their children as well. The memory is too fresh in her mind, but she’s been doing her best to work through it. While in Riverrun, when Robb is busy with meetings she will sneak down to the kennels. Spending time near the wolf, and doing her best in order to curb her fear. She doesn’t wish Robb to know this, as she wants it to be a surprise when she goes up to Grey Wind without fear and tells her husband that he never need have the wolf far again for her to be comfortable.

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Jeyne bit her lip as she wove her way through the halls of the Crag, she’d been out for fresh air in order to take a break from the hustle and bustle of the castle. They were preparing to leave, after all, and she could not say that she was not nervous. The young woman knew that this was the last she would likely see of her childhood home, traveling during war was dangerous at the best of times and deadly during the rest. And with Winter on the way, there would likely be a long time before she would be able to visit once the war was over. No, she was certain that once she left the Crag to head for Riverun that she would never be returning.

The sound of the many people preparing to leave made her heart flutter, her stomach doing somersaults. She had always known that there would be a day that these halls would be filled with the nervous and melancholic sound of servants preparing for a departure. A lady was always aware there would be a day that the house would prepare for her to leave with her husband, and such a departure was known for every house. Not as large a departure as this, however, with the Lord not even in attendance. Robb had told her that he would be sending word to the Mallisters to have her father set free, but even then he would not be back in time to see her off.

Jeyne finally made her way to her destination, having postponed long enough for his meeting to be done. Queen or not, she did not think his men would be too keen on her entering the room when they were discussing the strategy of war. When she opened the door, there Robb was, looking over the map that had been gracing the table of her father’s study for as long as he’d been recovered enough to plan his next moves. She still remembered when last she had been in this room not days before, of the comment made by the Frey man... The memory of it made her shiver, the cold look in his eyes as he spoke of making Robb a widower had pierced right through her.

If they meet on the battlefield he will not survive Robb for that slight, she thinks, but I will not see a man executed for mere words. Even if those words are ones that he would have followed through on. Jeyne knew that she was not likely to have survived if the Frey man had not been seized in that moment. Even so, she’d found herself pleading for the life of the man who would have ended hers. I will be known as a forgiving Queen, a good and kind Queen... Like Alysanne was. “Your Grace, might I have a moment?” she says at last, unsure if her lord husband had heard her enter the room.

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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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