Not Just A Serving Girl

A Wolf In Girls Clothing

The entire tent went silent, as they watched the Young Wolf's eyes widen, then a smirk crawl onto his face.

"Bring him to us" he snarled.

"Sorry m'lord, but he hasn't arrived yet. Your men sent me ahead to inform you"

A small part of Robb's smirk disappeared, "How long"

The man scratched his thick black beard, "A few hours m'lord"
Robb nodded curtly, then smiled at Kat to comfort her.

Jaime, here? Oh Gods, what is he tells Robb?

"Arrange a meeting" Robb demanded, looking back at the bearded messenger.

"Right away sir!"

He scuttled away, leaving a still stunned tent.
Katrina stole a horrified glance at her brother, who returned it with a bite of his lip.

"Hear that Kat?" The young wolf grinned, "We've got him, he can answer for everything!"
His grin turned even wider

"Including this", reaching into his cloak, Robb pulled out a piece of parchment, a letter.
"It's from Stannis Baratheon!" Shouted Robb for everyone to hear.

"It says... that Joffrey is no Baratheon. He's the inbred son of Cersei and Jaime"
The tent gasped, while poor little Seb choked on his ale.

"Knew it" spat Katrina, recalling a distant memory, of the Queen and her brother sharing an intimate moment whilst she-

"You... knew?" Asked Peter, cocking an eyebrow as everyone turned in her direction.

"No! I mean, I had my suspicions...", Kat chuckled nervously. "I've uh, met them in Winterfell, they seemed too close for comfort.

"Well we'll find out soon enough" Snarled Robb, but Katrina's stomach was flipping.

I'm going to have to tell him before Jaime arrives.

~Later that night~

Katrina's breath was visible in the Northern air as she took her seat in the council, a few seats down from Robb and opposite Hunter, Carver next to her.

"Seven hells it's cold!" Carver whispered, his red hair standing up on end.

"You look like a red, angry little hedgehog" Snorted Kat, making him scowl.

"I don't see why we had to come to this, word of Jaime has gotten through the entire camp already! We could be in bed right now" He groaned, why did he always groan?

"Tough shit little brother, not like you have a woman waiting for you there", he scowled again.

"No, but I do have a bed and half a dozen pillows"

"That does sound tempting" She sighed, as suddenly one of the lords rose from his seat.

"Our course is clear!" He spoke, striding around the tent, "Pledge fealty to King Renly and ride South to join our forces with his!"

Katrina considered his words, Renly? Renly was Robert Baratheons youngest brother, and he wanted the iron throne, badly. However, he was a good man, Kat had heard. Then again...

"Renly is not the King!" Robb spoke what Kat had been thinking, in truth Stannis, Robert Baratheons younger, yet older than Renly's brother should be King.

"You cannot mean to hold to Joffrey my lord!" Gasped Lord Karstark from Robb's left. "He put your father to death!"
Kat winced at his words, triggering the memory of Eddard.

"That doesn't make Renly King" stated Robb, "He's Roberts youngest brother!"

"Exactly!" Shouted Kat for all to hear, "Stannis is the older, the throne belongs to him!"