𝚁𝙾𝚂𝙴 ° robb stark

Northern News

"This cannot be true." Robb said, setting the scroll down on the large wooden table. Currently, the boy was with his mother, Roose Bolton, and his wife. Adaya held Lyanna in her arms, cradling the sleeping child as she listened them discuss. A raven had just come from Winterfell, bearing the news of Theon's betrayal.

The Bolton stood up straight. "We've had ravens from White Harbor, Barrowton and the Dreadfort. I'm afraid it is true."

"Why?" Robb asked. "Why would Theon-"

"Because the Greyjoys are treasonous whores." Roose said, cutting the king off.

"My brothers?"

"We've heard nothing of them. But Rodrik Cassel is dead."

Cat sighed, clearly irritated by the situation. "I told you, never trust a Greyjoy!"

"I must go north at once." Robb said quickly and sternly.

"There's still a war to win, Your Grace." Roose objected.

"How can I call myself king if I can't hold my own castle? How can I ask men to follow me if I can't-"

"You are a king, my love." Adaya said softly, resting her free hand on her husband's.

"And that means you don't have to do everything yourself." Roose added.

"Let me go and talk to Theon." Catelyn suggested.

"There will be no talk." Robb snapped at his mother angrily. He wasn't made at her, however, he was mad at Theon; a man he thought was his brother. "He will die for this."

"Theon holds the castle with a skeleton crew. Let me send word to my bastard at the Dreadfort. He can raise a few hundred men and retake Winterfell before the new moon." Roose suggested. "We have the Lannisters on the run. If you march all the way back north now, you'll lose what you gained. My boy would be honored to bring you Prince Theon's head."

Robb nodded to the lord. "Tell your son Bran and Rickon's safety is paramount. And Theon, I want him brought to me alive. I want to look him in the eye and ask him why. And then I'll take his head myself."

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Later that night, Adaya and Robb day in their tent, their daughter sleeping in her basinet. The northern Queen was currently taking a hot bath to sooth her aching bones while Robb was looking at his strategy plans.

Adaya sighed as she looked over at her husband. "Don't you ever take a night off, my love?"

"Not while everything is falling apart around me." Robb told her coldly.

"Theon will pay for what he's done."

"He better. I won't rest until I see his head on top of a spike."

The Stark girl could practically see the anger radiating off of her husband. Before she could speak, however, the soft cries of Lyanna erupted through the tent.

Adaya was about to rise when Robb turned around and held a hand up to her. "Please, let me get it this time. You deserve a break."

The girl smiled gratefully as she relaxed again. She watched as the boy walked over to the basinet, picking up the small child. He held her gently in his arms, his eyes softening at the sight of his daughter.

Robb smiles brightly as the little girl looked up at him with her gentle green eyes, her crying silenced. "You get your looks from you mother, don't you?" The king said, smirking as he glanced over at his wife before to the child. "You'll be as beautiful as her one day."

Adaya couldn't help but smile as she watched Robb interest with the young baby. Everything was perfect. At least for now.