The Guardian of the North (Robb Stark) Completed

Lost memories

People die, it's up to you if you can live afterwards.

After the council had ended, everyone left the tent except for Robb and Elena for he had ordered her to stay.

They stood there silently with Robb looking at the map while overthinking his plan. The way Elena proposed it, it sounded smart and almost too easy. Just as the wedding at The Twins. Robb was scared he had fallen into a trap again and that he now would lose literally everything he has.

As his eyes scanned the map and his mind was busy thinking about some possible mistakes in the plan, Elena stood there. She didn't know what to do. He had ordered her to stay but yet he didn't say anything.

"Your grace?" She walked towards him cautiously. She could see his mind was occupied with lots of different topics. She knew he was still hurt but he tried to hide it from everyone, even her.

"At the great hall, when you stood in front of the Frey family and aimed at me..." Robb paused but his eyes hadn't left the map in front off him. "Would you have done it if I went on with it? Would you have killed me if I planned to kill his family?"

"Yes." She said without a hint of doubt. It scared her that what she said was true. She knew that she had vowed to protect Ned Stark's children yet there were limits to what she would do. 

"Good." Robb said as he turned towards Elena. He observed her, her golden hair, her green eyes and her skin as pale as snow. Somehom just looking at her seemed to calm him down. Elena wasn't like all the other women. She wasn't a extraordinary beauty but she wasn't normal either.

She had light freckles covering the area around her nose, golden threads woven through the deep green of her eyes. The thing that made her most special though here in the north was her hair that shone silver in the light of the sun. 

 She raised her eyebrows at him. She had thought he would get angry about it, now here he is not even a slightest bit of angry.

"Can you now tell me how you came back from the dead?" Robb snapped out of his thoughts, dragging his eyes away from the woman in front of him.

"I didn't die Robb, I simply fell into a long sleep." Elena turned away from him. She was ashamed, for she was still angry at him even after everything he had been through.

"Could you please explain?" Robb urged on, Elena knew he wouldn't stop asking before she told him. She closed her eyes to stop the memories coming back.

Flashback, one year ago.

"My lord, my lady, I fear he won't make it through the night." The measter Luwin said with tears in his eyes. He looked at the little Bran who's eyes were closed. He had fallen off the tower, this much the Starks knew. Bran hadn't woken up  for a whole week, his mother had stayed by his side but left when she discovered something terrible.

She thought Tyrion Lannister had ordered someone to kill her son for she had fought off the murderer herself. She left for King's Landing immediately to go find her husband and tell him this.

Now only Rickon, Robb, the measter and Elena were here to look after Bran.

"His temperature is falling and his breaths are getting shorter. I'm sorry my lord." The measter said. Robb nodded and then gestured for the measter to leave, Rickon following him while holding in his sobs.

"My brother is dying and I can't do anything to save him." Robb stood there, desperately fighting against the tears. He couldn't lose Bran, he had lost his brother Jon too for he had left for the Night's watch, never to return again. Robb sighed deeply and sat down on the bed, waving his hand through his hair in frustration.