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Domeric leaned a bit towards the woman beside him, whispering “You would think that he would be bored of this posturing by now, really. Does he expect the king to call the banners now when every year he tells him that he will next year?” The Bolton heir felt sorry for Jalabhar Xho, promised every year that Robert would help to ends his exile and every year Robert told him that he would next year. He doubted that next year would ever come.

“I think he lets Xho stay because he sees him as much a fool as Moon Boy. It’s rather sad, really.” It was pathetic, though seeing him in tourneys would interesting, only over shadowed by Thoros of Myr’s flaming sword. He realizes that he is talking to the youngest Tyrell and gives her a smile. “Welcome to court, my Lady.”

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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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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.

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Domeric looked at his sister as she returned to the Dreadfort from the long visit she’d been encouraged to go on to their aunt in Barrowton. Father had sent her when Domeric had first started to show signs of falling ill. When it was an illness that had taken the late Lady Bethany, their mother, Domeric had feared that he would get his sister just as sick. That was before he knew why he had fallen ill, before he knew what had really caused him to be so deathly ill that he had nearly passed away. Poison.

He was still paler than when he had last seen Morgan, and he could not help but wonder how much Father had shared with her of what had happened. Had he told her about the bastard? Had he told her that Domeric had been poisoned when he had visited the bastard? Did she know how close her brother had come to death? “Sister, welcome home.”

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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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@neithergodsnormen said: " Hold my hand ?? “ - Elia to either of them cos she needs both mom and dad

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Elia certainly didn’t need to ask twice. Ellaria was always willing to indulge her eldest when she wanted affection. Her girl was nearly a woman and Ellaria feared she’d begin the phase of wanting little and less to do with her parents when there was a whole world out there for her.

Curling their fingers together, Ellaria brought her daughter’s hand up to her mouth to press a kiss to the back of it. “What’s wrong, my love? Hmm?” Free hand reaching out to push messy hair out of her eyes, She wondered if she could push her luck and convince El to let her braid that wild mane of hers, since it seemed to have lost all semblance of order since the morning.

Being nearly a woman, Elia was not often one for asking her mother for affection, for that was something childish was it not? There were some days, some things, however, that required many to be a little childish. Nightmares was one such thing, she decided.

She looked up at her mother and sucked at the inside of her check as she thought of what to say to explain to her mother what was wrong. “I had a nightmare... about you and Father going to King’s Landing. I dreamed that you only returned as bones, like Aunt Elia did before I was born.” She leaned into her mother’s hand as it brushed her hair away. “Promise me you will come back alive?”