Bleeding Ivory l Robb Stark

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obb would not rest until he found Joanna, he divot even need her with him but he just needed her to be safe. While he did what was expected of him at Castle Black, he knew he'd never swear an oath to them. He couldn't.

Not when his wife and child were somewhere lost and in danger. He grunted as he handed Maester Aemon more books, his cuts healed but he was far from healed. The scars lay on his back from the arrows shot through his body as he shielded Joanna, the cut on his stomach as Bayla fought off a Frey still in tact. He was grateful for Bayla, if it wasn't for her he'd be dead. But he still had so many questions as to how things went so horrid right as they were gaining momentum in the war.

And now the war of five kings was no longer, and while Renly Baratheon had the peace of death but what did he have.

Robb Stark, the young wolf, king in the North- the king who lost the North.

Through the eyes of Greywind he could see the North become in ruins under the hands of the Boltons. Robb cursed himself as he felt like the fool of the war. A fool who broke his sworn oath to marry a Frey and gain Walder Freys trust. The fool who beheaded Lord Karstark. He shook his head as he sat across from Maestor Aemon as the last thing he could think of was Joanna the night of the red wedding.

How she wept and screamed as they were pulled away from each other.

"I assume by your brooding, you and the Lord Commander had another dispute Stark?" Maestor Aemon asked the young man seated across from him.

"Did I make it that obvious?" Robb replied lighthearted knowing that the only reason he's even healed is because of the Maestors work.

"Your brother is Jon Snow, is he not?" Maestor Aemon amused "Though I have no eyes,  I can always tell the brooding of you Stark men." He chuckled "But I must ask what upsets you so much?"

"My wife..."

"Love is the death of duty." Maestor Aemon recalled "I told your brother that once."

"I don't want to discuss this."

"You made a mistake in trusting the men who at a time were loyal to them." Maestor Aemon answered "You married a woman your people, your house would never accept and yet your devotion and love is what blinded you."

"I-" he sighed in defeat "I never meant for any of this to turn out the way it did."

"I know." Maestor Aemon empathized "This old man may be blind and useless now but even I remember what it was like to be in love."

"You were?" Robb asked with genuine surprise

"It never surprises me to know the lack of depth you all have. Is it so surprising to imagine an old man, at some point in his life was like you?"

"I'm sorry Maestor Aemon." Robb apologized "I did not mean to offend you."

"Do you know who I was before I came here? What I could have been?" Maestor Aemon continued "I don't expect you to, it was long before you were born. I had many girls who were after me as Aemon Targaryen. " he revealed himself as Robb felt the neck on his hairs rise. A Targaryen in front of his very eyes

"Some of them were quite forward in their attempts to win my affection. One of them succeeded." Maestor Aemon smiled in a manner he had not in so long. Robb recognized the look on his face, it was the same one he had whenever he'd wake up to find her next to him. "I was very young."

"Who was she?" Robb asked as he recognized the look of love

"Ah..." Maestor Aemon reminisced "I could tell you everything about her. Who she was, how we met. The colour of her eyes and the shape of her nose. I can see her,  right in front of me. She's more real than you or me and as I grow older I find myself missing her more."