rose
/rōz/
noun
a prickly bush or shrub that typically bears red,
pink, yellow, or white fragrant flowers, native to
north temperate regions
{Game of Thrones}
{pre season 1 - season 3}
{Robb Stark x OC}
{Formerly titled "The So...
Adaya sat beside her husband at the small feast being held in the great hall. A vast majority of the northern lords had shown up earlier that same day, answering the call of their liege lord. Currently, Lord Umber was having a conversation with Robb Stark from the opposite end of the table, the other big lords sat around them.
Grey Wind had his head resting in the lady's lap; he had been very protective over her since Adaya started to show. The girl ran her fingers through the wolf's fur while the lords spoke to one another.
"For 30 years I've been making corpses out of men, boy." Greatjon Umber said. "I'm the man you want leading the Vanguard."
"Galbart Glover will lead the Van." Robb told him, leaning his elbows against the table.
The lord didn't seem happy by that. "The bloody Wall will melt before an Umber marches behind a Glover. I will lead the Van or I will take my men and march them home."
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Robb glared up at the man upon hearing his words, a slight look of anger covering his features. "You are welcome to do so, Lord Umber." The boy slowly stood up, causing everyone's attention to turn to him. "And when I am done with the Lannisters, I will march back North, root you out of your Keep and hang you for an oathbreaker."
"Oathbreaker, is it?!" The man hollered, jumping out of his chair. The wolf perked up upon hearing the chair scrape against the wooden floor. "I'll not sit here and swallow insults from a boy so green he pisses grass."
As Greatjon reaches for his sword, Grey Wind quickly jumped onto the table, rushing down it before jumping onto Lord Umber. As two fell to the floor and, a few moments later, Grey Wind returned to his old position on Adaya's lap, his mouth now stained slightly with blood.
Lord Umber cradled his injured hand, now missing two fingers as he glared at Robb.
"My Lord father taught me it was death to bare steel against your Liege Lord." Robb said coldly. "But doubtless the Greatjon only meant to cut my meat for me."
"Your meat..." Greatjon said, looking down at his hand, a sly smirk appearing on his face as he looked back at the boy. "Is bloody tough."
The lord stated laughing loudly, causing the hall to erupt into laughter, Robb included among them.
Adaya glanced up at Bran, who sat on the other side of his brother. The younger boy looked very confused on the scene unfolding before him. The girl couldn't help but feel bad; he was growing up in a world so cruel. Not to mention, by the dawn, he would be the standing Lord of Winterfell while his brother was away. And only at the age of 10.
