✓ | 𝑬𝒗𝒆𝒓𝒚𝒃𝒐𝒅𝒚 𝑾𝒂𝒏𝒕𝒔 𝑻𝒐 𝑹𝒖𝒍𝒆 𝑻𝒉𝒆 𝑾𝒐𝒓𝒍𝒅 (R.STARK 2/3)

Chapter Two::Robb Stark

"Keep up! You're so slow." The somewhat higher pitched voice of a 15 year old boy called from up ahead, his wild hair untamed in the ghostly winds sweeping through the spring evening. "I am going as fast as I can." Exclaimed the equally pitched voice of an agitated young girl, whose feet fumbled continuously along the dirt ridden track, of which could hardly be identified in the dark of dusk. The pair had snuck out of the stronghold, and disappeared into the cloak of night, soon shadowed beneath the thick hood of trees not far from the settlement's walls, which the two children had made it to without being detected by the watch upon the castle walls. They had both become accustom to occasions like this, in which one would wake the other, or they would both be awoken by a third party, before they evacuated their rooms, and through unused, weaving corridors of their keeps, would run to the shelter of forests, or woodlands, on the boarder of their lands, where they would scheme and run wild into the early hours. They'd also become quite adept at getting away with it, as the guards in both childrens' homes were rather useless at their posts, and their parents usually too drunk to be awake when they would vanish into the shadows, quite frequently I might add.

On this particular night, they were at Deepwood Motte, the dull establishment in which hardly glowed with life, and cast little light on the Moore like grounds surrounding its higher fortifications; the place the girl, whom despised the miserable abode with an undying passion, had to call home. The boy and his family had ventured to the coast to meet with the girl's own, and on this day, they had begun a feast that still rang into the dusty evening. It was the only excitement the cobblestone building, perched atop a mound of mud and rubble, and surrounded by a makeshift wooden village, homing little occupants, had seen in some years. And so, both the childrens' parents had found themselves occupying the wine cellar, or consuming as much ale as they could at once, and enjoying each other's company, without the distraction of their children. The young members of each family had been sent to bed after they'd finished their meals, not allowed to remain in the confines of the stuffy hall with their parents, but instead cast out as soon as they placed their forks down; however, it was not entirely shocking to believe the children had neglected their obligation to go up to their rooms, but had instead made for the exit, excitable as always. It had been almost 6 months since they had last seen one another, and this evening was the time they would catch up from their separation, and burn away the time they had left together having some small shred of fun, without the supervision of adults to restrict them.

"Do you even know where we are going?" Cried the girl, whose pace was far lesser than the boy's, but was shockingly enough to stay within a reasonable distance of him, so that she could at least see the embers of his croaking lantern, that clung to his clenched fist, which roped easily around the rusty handle, and shook with every jolt of his running frame. "Yes." Said the boy, with a taste of hurt in his tone as he called over his shoulder, a soft chuckle escaping his cracking voice as he continued running. Running had never been the girls activity of choice, yet she found she was effortlessly good at running away, if that qualified for anything.

When the boy ahead of her came of a jolted stop, the girl followed suit, cutting her run short, and coming to a halt not far behind him, her short stature forbidding her from peering over his shoulder at their destination, not that extra height would have enabled her to see through the looming darkness that still lurked in the surroundings, but it still felt as though due to her frame she was missing a view only her male friend could see. "Robb what is it?" She asked innocently, trying hard not to be afraid of the dark. She wasn't particularly fond of it, in all honesty, however with a friend like the eldest Stark, it was hard to avoid the nights blackness on several occasions; it wasn't so much the dark, anyway, it was mostly just the Wolfs Wood that had the girl crawling in her skin, fidgeting and reaching for the strong, protective arm of Robb Stark, whose surprising muscular, and lanky frame, still hauled up in front of her. Though once she connected with the familiar feel of his leather shirt, his body altered, as he crouched in front of her and began fiddling with things upon the forest floor, which the girl was still unable to see. It was only after Robb lit the first candle that things began to glow with an orange haze, which stabbed at the darkness with golden embers, casting out shadows in certain perimeters of the area. Robb lit a few more, revealing a nearly arranged blanket on the floor, with a keg of ale and left over desserts to the side, brightly coloured flowers, that all appeared orange, or peach, scattered about the scene, and dotty the otherwise dull landscape with life. "Raina," Robb sighed, standing again, and bowing his head so that he could place a sensitive kiss atop her head lovingly. "Happy Name Day."