𝚁𝙾𝚂𝙴 ° robb stark

Raven from the South

The servants carried the trunks from the keep and out to the courtyard, picking them in the carriage, as Adaya squeezed her sister in a tight hug. It had been almost two weeks since the wedding, and the other Tyrells were finally making the trip back to the South.

"I can't believe you're leaving." The young girl said to the red head as they pulled back from one another.

"Father wants to get out of the North as soon as possible." She told Adaya, a smile on her face. "He doesn't do well with the cold."

"Promise you'll visit soon?"

"Of course."

The two hugged one last time before Adaya watched the red head turn and head towards the carriage.

"It's going to be strange." A voice said from beside the young girl. She turned her head to see her older brother, smiling down at her. "Being at Highgarden without you wandering the gardens."

Adaya smiled slightly, though the thought of not seeing the colorful flowers for a long time hurt her. "It's not like I can't visit."

"Visiting is not the same as being there every day, sweet sister." Loras said.

"I know, but Winterfell is my home now. I belong here."

"I know you do. But don't forget where you come from."

Adaya shook her head slightly and stepped forwards, wrapping her brother in a tight hug. She felt as he wrapped his arms around her, holding her back.

"I could never." The girl said softly to Loras.

After saying more goodbyes to her family, Adaya watched as the last of the horses rode out of the gates of Winterfell. The girl sighed sadly, knowing she wouldn't see her family again for a long time.

Later that day, as Adaya was speaking to Lady Stark in her chambers, a knock came at the door. The older woman got up and opened it, revealing Maester Luwin. He said something to her Adaya couldn't hear before handing her a scroll and leaving.

Catelyn closed the door and wasted no time in breaking the wax seal, unrolling the message. As she read it, a look of sorrow crossed over her features.

"What is it?" Adaya asked, her curiosity getting the better of her. "What does it say?"

Not saying a word, Lady Stark handed Adaya the scroll. The girl I rolled it, her eyes scanning over the delicate script.

Jon Arryn, Hand of the King, has died due to an unknown illness. The King has called his men and has started his journey North. Expect him within the next two moons.

Adaya's face was furrowed up in confusion as she looked up from the parchment. She looked over at her mother-in-law. "What does this mean?" She asked the older woman.

Lady Stark sighed before answering. "It means the King is riding for Winterfell."