After retrieving the arrows, Silver had retrieved her horse and Winter was growling at Robb savagely. Silver was crouched in the snow, wiping the Protector's blade clean of blood as the snow was stained scarlet with the blood of the wildlings and their bodies would soon be just swallowed up by the snow. Silver swung up onto her horse and Protector was back in its sheath on her side, as she sat up and clicked her tongue swiftly, as her horse bolted back toward Winterfell, clearly unwilling to stay in the area any longer.
Robb found Silver in the godswood, where Silver was sharpening Protector once again. "Lord Stark." It wasn't meant to be a mockery of his title, but Robb was fully aware of the fact that his twin sister was angry with him. At this point, she didn't have to say it anymore. Her voice said it and so did the area around her, which seemed to tremble with her fierce anger and worry.
"I'm sorry that I wasn't there." Robb said and Silver stayed quiet, as she continued to sharpen the sword. "Look, at least you had help from Theon. At least neither of you were hurt during the fight for it." He pointed out and for once, he seemed to be trying to see the bright side of things and Silver looked up at him, from where she was sitting on the boulder that their father had always sat on.
"But what if we had been, Robb? If you had to leave Winterfell and Bran was left to be Lord Bran of Winterfell and two of his father's and brother's most trusted fighters were injured, because of a wildling attack. Then what?" Silver asked sharply and he looked down slightly and Silver put the stone aside and she sighed quietly, as her hands shook. "I'm sorry." She murmured and he nodded.
"As am I, sister. I should have just went and followed Grey Wind and Winter, but I saw the big buck instead. I just thought that they had found more game, more food for our tables in the Keep. But never in a million years was I thinking that you two were ever being set upon by wildlings." Robb murmured and Silver lifted her shoulders in a small shrug and she made sure to not cut Robb with Protector's edge, as she put the sword away.
"When was the last recorded time of wildlings appeared South of the Wall?" Silver asked quietly and Robb shook his head, as they realized that neither of them had any damn clear idea. "If Bran didn't wake up and you left... would I rule?" She asked quietly and Robb looked at her, thinking carefully about his answer and moments later, he was nodding at her words. "Rickon is too young, Jon is at the Wall... so it would go to me. How terrifying." Silver mumbled and despite the shocking fight that she had recently experienced, she was laughing and eventually, so was Robb. "Let's go. I'm bloody hungry." Silver muttered and Robb was laughing, as he walked after her and soon the twins were simply running and racing through the godswood, back toward the castle. Like they were children and as far as their ages were concerned, they still were.
When they got nearer to the castle and keep, their personalities changed back to the more serious demeaners that were expected of them. Especially Silver, who spent more time being serious than any of the other Stark children and even Jon Snow, who was constantly brooding about everything, was not even remotely as serious as Silver.
Silver went straight up to Bran's room and Winter followed on her heels, as Bran's unnamed direwolf was sitting up at the sound of their footsteps and paw steps walking into the room with one another.
The direwolf littermates quietly greeted each other, as Silver sat down next to Bran and she looked at his quiet sleeping face. "Please wake up soon, Bran." She murmured and she was squeezing his hand in hers and it was almost skeletal.
Silver sighed and she stood up as Winter stayed with Bran and she was walkin' out of the tower, as she almost ran straight into Hodor and Theon.
"Seven hells." She said with clear surprise in her tone, as she backed up and they both moved to the side to let her walk by. "What are you two doing up here?" Silver asked.
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