A Northern Rose - Game of Thrones // Robb Stark

Thawing Ice

Hi Guys! Sorry this one isn't very long, I wasn't exactly sure what to write in this one, mainly because there is so much more to come that I've been thinking about! :) I hope you enjoy it anyway, I'd love to hear what you guys think!

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“I’m sorry.” Robb said. We were the only two in the room, and I was glad he was with me. The two of us sat on one of the long benches at the end of the great hall, facing the doorway and waiting for news.

I tried not to cry, I told myself to be strong, but it didn’t make things easier.

Gilly had made her way back to the keep, but her leg was badly bitten – there was no telling if she would live.

If this were any other horse its life would have been ended immediately, but Robb knew how much she meant to me and pleaded with his father for her to be helped. Lord Stark had been reluctant, but agreed in the end. I appreciated that, but especially what Robb had done for me.

I sat silent, with few words and little hope for my beloved friend. Robb and I didn’t sit extremely close, but our knees met and his hands softly enveloped mine. I wanted to move closer to him and cry, but I couldn’t show my weakness. Not yet.

We sat in silence for a long while before the door slowly opened and Maester Luwin shuffled in, his hands shaking at his sides. Maester’s did not ever treat horses, they were not trained in such things, but he was the one person that could even try to help her.

I immediately stood and rushed towards him. Robb followed, his hand still in mine.

“She lives… for now.” He stuttered as he approached. I sighed with relief, still wanting to cry but more so because the friend I’d kept for all these years had survived.

Stood beside me, Robb turned his head to me and smiled, I could tell he was relieved for me.

“But she’ll never be able to be ridden again, I’m sorry.” Added the Maester, allowing my heart to slightly sink once more. “At least she is alive. That’s what really matters.” I spoke in a remorseful tone, sad for Gilly more than I was for myself.

She loved carrying me with her, running with the wind and taking me to places I could only dream of.

Robb gripped my hand then, bringing us slightly closer together. Had Maester Luwin not been present, I may have wrapped him into a hug, perhaps even a kiss, to thank him for all he had done, but that would have to wait.

Despite its coldness, the North had melted me. I was slowly becoming much less of a Tyrell and more of a Stark.