"Wind & Words"

Lost

Night fall in King's Landing
The Red Keep 2 weeks after
Daenerys "death"

Little Robb

"Gēlenka, Dracarys. Dracarys!"
I commanded my silver dragon as I've seen my momma command Drogon.
He just stared blankly at me then turned back to the raw piece of deer meet I had placed in front of him. Martha gives me this meat daily for my little dragon and I was grateful.
I rolled my eyes in frustration at my dragon and Ghost seemed to share my emotions, "He will get it Ghost, he's still a baby." I told my white dire wolf. Who was anxiously trying not to eat the raw slab of deer steak in front of the ungrateful hatchling. I smiled at Ghost and ruffled his soft white fur. I grabbed the meat and put it on the small dagger my father had given to me.
I stretched my arm with the dagger and held the meat over my fireplace.
The smell of cooked venison clouded my chambers and I saw Ghost and Gēlenka lick their hungry mouths, ready to devour.
    "Ha-ha, it's almost done boys." I reassured my impatient companions.
I brought the now browned meat to my nose and it smelled ready. I placed it onto the floor and used my dagger to cut it into three large sections. The juices poured out onto the marble floor and Ghost whimpered in torture as they flowed freely.
"It's ready just how we like it, medium rare!" I said smiling grabbing a large piece and putting it in front of Ghost. Then another to Gēlenka, who was trotting in place with excitement, ready for his meal.
"Ok let's eat!" I told them as I watched them devour their meal and Ghost greedily licked the meat juice from the floor. The sight made me laugh to myself. "Bottomless pits." I said, repeating my Momma's phrase about my Papa and I's insatiable appetites.
  I grabbed my slab and shoved the warm tender meat into my watering mouth. It was delicious, way better than the kidney pie Martha served for dinner this evening. Ghost got to eat my share so I could be dismissed from the table early.
  When we were done feeding ourselves I heard a gentle knock at the door.
"Enter!" I called out expecting it to be Missandei but to my surprise it was everyone of importance.
Missandei, Grandpapa Jorah, Grey Worm, my Aunt Sansa, Aunt Arya, uncle Bran, Ser Davos, Sam and Gilly. They all had glum expressions on their faces along tear stained cheeks. Grandpapa Jorah was looking down and he was whimpering, this worried me, I've never seen my Grandfather cry.
'Something is wrong.' I thought to myself.
I stood up and wiped my licked hands on my tunic, then I moved a stray lock away from my face. "What is it?" I asked already confused.
My aunt Sansa came and hugged me, she began to cry. I patted her back not knowing what else to do.
"What has happened?!" I demanded now terrified that something had happened to my parents. They'd been gone for two weeks and no one had informed me other than the scroll my father sent when they arrived safely in the Iron Islands. Which was weeks ago.
   My body began to shake from nervousness, while my aunt still held me tight. Ghost approached me with Gēlenka on his back and I gripped some of my wolf's fur as I braced myself for the new information.
Missandei looked into my eyes and began to speak in a shaky voice.
   "My Prince we received a raven from your father. He is on his way back from the Iron Islands. He will be here in the afternoon tomorrow on top of Rhaegal. Drogon is missing  your father knows not his where abouts...and your-your mother..." she trailed off and began to cry. 'No!' I thought to myself.
"What of my mother? Tell me now, what has happened to my mother?!" I demanded, my eyes began to water, I could feel it. Something terrible has happened to my Momma. I pushed my Aunt Sansa off of me and she sat back on her knees watching me with tears still present.
   My Aunt Arya stepped forward with a sad expression but revealed the truth bluntly, as I had wished.
"You're mother was knocked off of Drogon during battle and fell into the sea. Your father went in after her and searched with no success. The conclusion is that she has drowned but your father still has hope. I'm so sorry Robb truly, loosing a parent is something a child your age shouldn't have to bear."
   My head fell and tears poured out, my heart was pounding so loud it made my ears hurt. My stomach felt empty and my heart ached.
I wanted to say something but my throat was dry and words never formed.
My aunts came to my side and embraced me again and I let myself fall into their arms.
"My momma, I want my momma." Is all I could say through broken sobs of grief.
My momma was the bravest person and she had taught me how to be a dragon. She always encouraged me to be the best prince and she was my favorite person in all the world.
"No, it can't be true!" I screamed, startling my aunts and I broke away, wandering towards my Grandpapa Jorah.
He grabbed me and lifted me into his arms while he sobbed uncontrollably along with me.
"It's alright my little prince, oh my little brave prince. I'm here, we will get through this together."
I heard my grandfather dismiss Missandei and the rest, telling them to tend to my baby sister.
I sobbed more at the thought of my little sister, just a baby and she never got to know our mother. I would have to now keep our mother's memory alive, I'd tell Rhayanna about her.
When everyone was gone my grandfather carried me to my bed and laid me down. Ghost and Gēlenka were at the side of my bed, keeping watch over me as well. Then my grandfather sat next to me, patting my back while I wept and eventually drifted off to sleep.