Of Lions and Wolves

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Myrcella

Myrcella trained her eyes on the horizon, willing her stomach to stay still and not flop like a fish against her gut. In the distance King's Landing rose from the fuzzy outline of hills into a towering mountain of stone and forged steel. She had forgotten how fearsome it was, or perhaps she had never feared it like she did now. Myrcella shuddered against the panic that seemed to  blow across Blackwater Bay.  Gods, how much more terrifying the truth of everything was now, forcing it's ugliness everywhere Myrcella looked.
Soon she would be home, but she did not feel elated to return to the life of cushioned splendor, where she was chained with jewels and necklaces into a false Haven, a Haven that did not exist anymore.
Jaime had insisted that King's Landing was now the safest place for her. She did not know what the real reason she was being taken home was, but she was certain it had little to do with safety, as Robb Stark and his army marched closer everyday to the city gates. Bron had told her he thought them only months from the city when they had left to retrieve her from​ Dorne. By now they would be only weeks.
Myrcella did not want to think about that. She did not want to think about the fact that Robb Stark had every right to tear King's Landing apart, stone by stone and put every Lannister's head on a spike. That would be  justice, justice for what they had done to the Stark House.
Myrcella turned her back to King's Landing in anger and studied the men preparing for port, gods it would be good to be on land again. Her uncle, no, her father was below deck, catching up on all the sleep he'd missed since Joeffroy's death. She imagined it could not have been easy to handle her mother in these last few months. That Jamie was exhausted, she had no doubt. What with the death of both Joeffroy and grandfather, and then mother's imprisonment, all with a war on. How much he had changed since she had last seen him, about four years ago. His head was held not as high as he once held it. And his hair was much shorter, not to mention his golden hand that he kept at his side.
Her mother would have changed too​ she surmised, although whether for the better was dubious, she imagined that war would make her harsher, more ready to kill for what she wanted. And Tommen, little Tommen. He had been married! A bitter jealousy stole into her heart before she could stop it. I should be married by now. She shook the idea from her head, there was nothing that could change that now.
Questions about her family raced through her mind, worrys, sadnesses and tears that she dare not cry. Myrcella pondered all these things as the boat slipped through the dark water steadily bringer her closer to home and to all she feared.

Robb

That night dreams came to Robb, dreams of home, and of Jeyne. He dreamed he could see her clearly, standing on one of the parapets of Winterfell, the cold wind tugging her hair violently in every direction. Her warm brown eyes looked into his and she tugged at his arm playfully. Only her hands were colder than ice against his skin, and as she pulled him into a kiss he watched as her beauty distorted. A  bloody gash appeared on her neck staining her dress a deep, horrifying red, slowly the skin pulled away from her cheek bones revealing the pink muscles behind her ghostly skin, Jeyne's eyes sank down into her skull until all he could see was dark shadows were they should have been. Her hair wilted from her scalp and fell in heavy clumps to the stone walkway. Maggots began to crawl out of her nose and mouth and ears and he screamed as she pressed her pale, dead lips to his.
"You did this", she whispered as the bugs wiggled their way into his mouth
"You murdered me"
Robb woke with a start, the nightmarish scene replaced by the imagine of a canvas tent suspended over him.
He had dreamed this many times, but today seemed worse than all those others. He could not forgive himself for what had happened to Jeyne and he suspected that he never would be able to.
He sighed and rose from him cot, he would not be able to fall back asleep, even though it was not even morning yet. Instead he pulled on his boots and cloak and stomped through the mud to his brother's tent. Jon and Sansa' s arrival was a surprise he had not heard from either in what seemed like ages. They returned together, helping him win back Winterfell from the treacherous Boltons and providing him with the numbers to push past the Lannister defenses. Even now Jon was preparing to return to the North with half or their men to ready the defense against the white walkers. Although his numbers would decrease he already had more than enough, what with the Targaryen Queen's army sailing across the Narrow sea even now.
Victory was certain.
Robb tore his thoughts from war as he entered Jon's tent. As he suspected his brother was also up, leaning over what looked to be a letter.
"What news brother?"
"Hm?", Jon looked up, and smiled a grim smile, "Oh, it's from Sansa, just some domestic issues."
" It is strange that she did not write me also. Is there something wrong?"
A faint, almost unnoticable tinge rose to Jon's cheeks,"She only didn't want to bother you, you already seem to have trouble sleeping."
Robb shook his head, grinning, "I could say the same for you, you need to be rested for your journey north."
"As do you, the attack is within two weeks. Are you ready?"
Robb strode across the tent and sat down heavily on a rickety wooden stool."I have been waiting for this moment for the last four years. I feel like I should be ready, that I must be ready. And yet..."
" And yet you are still not sure." Jon finished for him. "Yes, I know what you mean. I felt the same way about taking the black, and pretty much every moment after that."
Robb let out a soft, unamused chuckle, "How are you sure that we're doing the right thing?"
Jon shrugged,"Sometimes I'm not, but as it is this is the only way to defeat both the Lannisters and the Night King, although, I really think the Lannisters could have waited," Jon  muttered.
"I know," Robb sighed, " but we need the Queen's support to win this."
Jon rubbed his head in exhaustion, " I just want peace," Jon sighed.
Robb was silent, of course he also wanted peace but mostly he wanted to go home.
At that moment Tormund, Jon's wild and probably insane friend barged unapologetically into the tent.
"The dragon girl just landed," he said breathlessly.
"Landed?," Robb asked, "with her ships?"
"No, you southern idiot," Tormund growled, "with her dragons."