Bringing the Dawn

LIX.

Robb Stark

Rosby, 301 AC

When they arrived at the town, Raymund Rosby had taken one look at the army and disappeared behind the walls from being atop the highest wall. The brother of Lord Gyles Rosby who they'd received word of was currently in the capital enjoying court. They waited for an hour before there was another sighting of him before disappearing again. It becoming clear to Robb the man was considering all of his options before deciding on what to do. Either way, the town was being taken for Jaeron, but less bloodshed would be preferably now as they were now only days away from reaching Kings Landing itself. By the third hour there had been no less than five sightings and many of the men with him were grumbling in annoyance at his lack of wanting to take part but they were satiated that if there was no sign of him bending by nightfall they would attack.

Alas, there was no need for an attack. The hour being close to the hour of the wolf as the gates were opened to expose the large town alongside the castle occupied by House Rosby. Raymund waiting there with his Maester, what he assumed to be a Castellan, alongside a few others who wore crests familiar to him but their faces were anything but familiar. It becoming clear there were very few fighting men which confused him but perhaps that would be answered later.

"Rosby welcomes you, my Lord."

Robb got down from his horse and walked over to the man who was now holding out a tray of bread and salt, wasting no time in sealing guest rights and entering the town. Not that they had any time to talk as a large shadow from above caught his attention and a large grin appeared. Despite being on rocky terms and the lack of blood determining them as such, Jaeron was his brother. They'd grown up together, attended almost every lesson together, and he knew that if anything were to happen to either the other would be there quicker than someone could curse the gods.

Rhaegon landed not long after, kicking up a cloud of dirt as he done so which only expanded when Lyrax landed not long after. Minutes later his brother walking in and nodding his way, wondering why he had taken so long as he was only supposed to go to Duskendale to speak to Lord Renfred. Clearly something had happened which had pushed things out but at least he was here now as were the dragons. Even now, they were still growing a lot but compared to how fast they had grown whilst in the Neck it was nothing.

"Your Grace."

Those words surprised him but he kept his face still. Bold move to go against ones own brother in who they saw as King as the tray was handed to him too. No words being spoken for a few minutes as they walked inside the castle and were granted leave to bathe and to eat which he was glad for. The stench he'd gotten somewhat used to as there were little places to bathe and even lesser time to do so, but that did not mean he misliked it greatly.

"What happened?"

"We have a rotten apple in our ranks, that is what. Who it is, I cannot say, but we certainly do."

Robb's eyebrows creased a little inwards at the way he spoke those words, almost like he was spitting them out in anger.

"Lord Randyll Tarly attacked with an army at the exact time we arrived. Whilst it could be coincidence the timing seems far too convenient to say so."

He knew where he was coming from with those words. Mayhaps if it was a couple of days, but arriving at the same time? The odds of such a thing happening were so rare it was borderline laughable.

"I am guessing Elissa is already working on weeding out who?"

"Not yet. Our focus is on the capital as we are literally days away from the attack, although it really does not seem like that."