✅️ The Last Velaryon - Robb Stark

23 - Forgiveness Isn't Too Easy

Robb's pov

Chezney and I quickly followed the guard in the direction of my mothers tent where I busted through the flap seeing her sitting down at her tiny vanity table not even looking at me when I entered her room. "Tell me this isn't true. Why?"

She simply answered my question. "For the girls."

"You betrayed me." I growled at her.

My mother attempted to say something but I cut her off. "Robb..."

"No! You knew I would not allow it and you did it anyway."

She sighed with a heavy weight on her shoulders. "Bran and Rickon are captives in Winterfell. Sansa and Arya are captives in King's Landing. I have five children, and only one of them is free."

"I lost one son fighting by your son's side. I lost another to the Kingslayer, strangled with a chain. You commit treason because your children are prisoners? I would carve out my heart and offer it to the father if he would let my sons wake from their graves and step into a prison cell." Lord Karstark was standing beside me after he had seen Chezney and I running through the camp to find my mother.

She spoke towards the lord but he could care less. "I grieve for your sons, My Lord."

"I don't want your grief. I want my vengeance. And you stole it from me."

She pointed out what her hopes were, but even Haelesa knew better than to foolishly think Tywin would never do something like that. "Killing Jaime Lannister would not buy life for your children, but returning him to King's Landing may buy life for mine."

"Jaime Lannister has played you for a fool. You've weakened our position. You've brought discord into our camp. And you did it all behind my back. Make sure she's guarded day and night." I bared my teeth together at her, never expecting her to do something so reckless that it made me think that maybe I'd judged Haelesa a little too harshly.

My mother got up from her seat when I began walking out of the tent. "Robb."

"How many men did we send in pursuit of the Kingslayer?"

A guard outside her tent. "40, Your Grace."

"Send another 40 with our fastest horses." I declared to him before he ran off and I turned my attention back to Chezney. "Go find her. Tell her I wish to speak with her at the edge of the camp line."

"Right away, your grace." She gave me a small curtsy with a slight smirk on her lips disappearing from my sight to go locate my lady wife.

Walking down the stairs I saw my father walking through the training yard the morning he would ride to King's Landing to serve as Hand of the King to Robert Baratheon, leaving me to be Lord of Winterfell. Making my way over to my bastard brother Jon I knew I needed to bide him farewell as he going to to going to the Wall and serve for life. "Bran's not going to die. I know it."

"You Stark's are hard to kill." He responded to me tossing his saddle up and onto his horse.

When he turned back to me I nodded my head at him. "Next time I see ya you'll be all in black."

"It was always my color." He smiles, throwing his arms around me in a goodbye hug.

"Farewell Snow." I hugged him back and we held onto the other for a good minute before he broke it and climbed up onto his horse heading towards the gate.

"And you, Stark."

Watching him ride off I made my way over to my father who had just thrown his own saddle up on his horse seeing me coming over to him. "Robb, my boy. You are to be the new Lord of Winterfell while I am away. Protect the North like I have taught you."