𝕿𝖍𝖊 𝕯𝖗𝖆𝖌𝖔𝖓 [𝗥𝗼𝗯𝗯.𝗦]

32

WITH PACE AND FURY DEFIANT

ROBB rushed past the feast tents with grey wind at his side. Dacey grasped at her sword as they stumbled into the woods, weary leather boots squelching in the wet mud below. Robb could vaguely see the castle gatehouse, with a hundred and more flickering lights, along with their guards. He could only pray they had seen nothing. A mere shadow. He shivered, wrapping his fur cloak around him all the tighter. The wind had a chill to it, of the likes that rattled his bones. By the time the Twins were hidden by the tall towering trees, it was only then that he could breathe.

"What the fuck do we do?!" Hissed Dacey, her fingers clutched tightly at her sword. Sweaty hands shuddering in the wind. "The army's gone! All our men! There's barely any of us left. And the Que—" She closed her eyes anxiously, shifting and not daring to look at her King as such words slipped loosely from her tongue.

Robb cleared his throat, he couldn't bear to think about Talisa, or their dead child.

"We cannot go back to Winterfell," murmured Robb. "We'll be caught eventually. The Boltons..."

"Seven hells," breathed Dacey, "the bloody fucking Boltons!"

Robb gritted his teeth at the mere mention of them. He wanted nothing more than to sink his own fangs into their neck and rip— he shook his head. Shoulders slumped as he considered the long journey ahead, knowing very well the Boltons and the Lannisters would be calling for his head when they knew he was not amongst the casualties.

"We need horses," rasped Robb, he shook his bruised and battered leg with a wince. "Then we should try to get to White Harbour. Would Bear Island be safe, Dacey?"

His friend spluttered. "Of course! We know no King but the Starks!"

Robb nodded with a weak smile. "We'll catch a boat from White Harbour and go around the Shivering Sea and up past the Wall. We'll have to go around..."

"Around?" Hissed Brynden. "We can't go around!"

Robb snorted. "Don't be ridiculous, Uncle. No harm will come to us. We're hardly going to dock on wildling land."

Dacey nodded reluctantly. "B-But how are we going to get horses, Your Grace?"

"Greywater Watch."

Brynden grumbled, grasping them both by their shoulders as he pushed them down behind a rock. Two horsemen rode past with a fire of fury, wielding great looming axes and swords as they set out into the woodlands and swamp. Robb sighed in frustration, knowing very well they couldn't take the Kingsroad. He shifted, his lips falling open in dismay, Grey Wind was gone. 

He declared as such, much to his company's dismay. "We can't!" Hissed Dacey. "Men have gone into the swamps and never came back! Never! We bloody well can't go in without your wolf!"