The Last Velaryon - Robb Stark

10 - Misunderstood Communication

Robb and I did our best to rush into his war tent seeing that Chezney, Theon, his mother and the other Northern lords had already arrived pure his request. Robb rounded the table standing at the head with Theon on his right and I off to the side on his left. The tent flap was thrown open with a soldier informing. "We've captured a Lannister scout."

"Don't worry, lad. He won't be leaving this tent with his head." Lord Umber replied to Theon's actions of flipping over the war map to cover the battlefield pieces they had set up.

Robb moved his gaze on the scout. "Where did you find him?"

"In the brush above the Encampment. He looked to be counting." The lookout guard informed him.

Robb never removed his gaze from the young boy walking around the table and past the other lord until he reached him. "How high did you get?"

"20 thousand, maybe more." He replied.

Another northern lord enters the conversation. "You don't have to do this yourself. Your father would understand-"

"My father understands mercy when there is room for it. And he understands honor and courage." Robb eyed the man looking over his shoulder at the boy. "Let him go."

His mother rose from her chair to protest. "Robb." But he didn't dare look back at her to see her facial expression.

"Tell Lord Tywin Winter is Coming for him. Twenty thousand northerners marching south to find out if he really does shit gold." Robb growls a whispering threat into the boy's ear.

The Lannister scout nodded, being dragged outside the tent in the next second. "Yes, my lord."

"Leave us all now." Robb spoke up in a gruff voice and his men followed. Chezney and Theon had left the tent but his mother lingered until he sent her a silent to go. Once she was gone outside he leaned his palms on the table flipping the war map back over scanning it another time. "Are you not going to say anything about what just happened?"

"As long as you hold Tywin's son he only has two options but to fight you in the field or accept peace terms if you have any of those in mind."

He shakes his head no eyeing the map before him. "That's not what I'm talking about."

"You'll need ships to take Kings Landing. You have the loyalty of your men but you need more, especially ones who know how to fight and sail the seas."

Robb sent me a glare raising his voice at me. "Haelesa, stop avoiding the conversation. Forget about the war strategies your father taught you and just talk to me!"

"I don't know what you want me to say, Robb."

He moved away from the table and towards with his fur cloak swaying with his hips. "The kiss, Haelesa. That is what I am talking about."

"I'm not sure what you want me to say about it." I lied wishing I could tell him that I wanted to do it more. But I was married to the enemy he currently held prisoner.

Robb brought a hand to the bridge of his nose. "I want you to tell me how you felt about it. I mean I feel like an idiot for doing it, especially if you don't feel the same way."

"It doesn't matter how I feel about the kiss, Robb. I'm not available in the eyes of the old gods and the new. Not after I declared vows to marry Jaime Lannister. I am his wife now and forever regardless of my feelings for you."

His deep blue eyes brightened at those words and he took two long strides to me nearly closing the entire gap between our faces. "So you do feel something for me like I have been thinking you have."