𝚁𝙾𝚂𝙴 ° robb stark

Assassination Attempt

**This part is going to be in first person and please tell me which way you guys like it better; First or Third person**

I was sitting with Lady Stark in Bran's chambers, just as she had been for over a week now; she would spend all her hours in here, knitting or just sitting by her son.

Maester Luwin slowly entered the room, a distressed look on his face. "It's time we reviewed the accounts, my lady. You'll want to know how much this royal visit has cost us."

"Talk to Poole about it." The woman said plainly.

"Poole went south with Lord Stark, my lady. We need a new steward, and there are several other appointments that require our immediate attention-"

"I don't care about appointments!"

"I'll make the appointments." A new voice said. Looking over at the door, I saw my husband standing there, tall and proud. "We'll talk about it first thing in the morning."

"Very good, my Lord. My Ladies." The maester bowed slightly before exiting the room.

"When was the last time you left this room?" Robb asked his mother.

"I have to take care of him." The woman spoke, her eyes locked on her son.

"He's not going to die." I said in a clam and soothing tone, being careful not to upset the woman. "Maester Luwin says the most dangerous time has passed."

Outside, I could hear the wolves howling, but I blocked them out and tried to listen to what Lady Cat was saying. "What if he's wrong? Bran needs me."

"Rickon needs you." Robb said abruptly. "He's six. He doesn't know what's happening. He follows me around all day, clutching my leg, crying..."

"Close the windows! I can't stand it! Please make them stop!" Cat yelled, throwing her knitting down.

Robb slowly walked over to the window and I watched him freeze as he saw something out in the distance. "Fire. You both stay here. I'll come back." With that said, he quickly ran out the door.

Catelyn stood slowly and walked over to the window, looking at the fire that Robb was referring to.

"You're not supposed to be here. No one is supposed to be here." A low voice said, sending a chill down my spine. I looked over to the door to see an older man standing there, slightly hidden by the shadows of the dark room. However, I was still able to see his eyes fall on Bran. "It's a mercy. He's dead already."

The man pulled out a small dagger and I was quick to stand up. "No!" I said, running towards him. He was easily enough able to push me away, causing me to fall on my side.

I groaned in slight pain as I watched Lady Catelyn struggle against the assassin. He tried to hold the blade to her neck, but she put her hands in the way, causing the knife to cut deep into both palms.

The man got free of Cat's hold and shoved her away. He took a few steps forwards, getting within a couple feet of Bran. Just then, Bran's direwolf comes running into the room, jumping at the man.

The sound of the man dying was heard, despite it being out of my view. The wolf, after finishing off the man, just jumped up onto the bed and laid beside Bran, where it would lay until the boy woke up.