SEQUEL TO POPPY
❝ The strongest trees are rooted in the dark places of Earth. Darkness will be your cloak. Your shield. Your mother's milk. Darkness will make you strong. ❞
GAME OF THRONES - SEASON 4-7
THE POPPY SAGA - 3
THE MOR...
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Hermione had never been a fan of mutton, but right now the hot lamb filled her belly more than the berries and plants Robb and her had been surviving off had. All customs and niceties had been abandoned as soon as the maid set the two plates down in front of them.
"Slow down before you hurt yourself," Robb chided with a smirk.
"I'm not going to choke," Hermione gruffed shoveling a piece of potato and bread into her mouth and washing it down with a long drink of water.
They had stumbled across the little tavern on their way south, still as directionless as before and yet not. Hermione couldn't explain it, no matter how many times Robb asked her to, but ever since her dream and talking to Ahra, there was this feeling that she knew where she had to go. Like the place itself was calling to her.
Robb's eyes scanned the room and Hermione followed suit watching as all the people were busy with their own makings. Lucky enough for them, Hermione and Robb had managed to find a space not just close to the exit, but hidden slightly away from prying eyes by a large beam.
"You're not eating," Hermione pointed at Robb's barely touched mutton. "We still have a long ways to go and you'll be needing every bit of strength you can manage."
But the Stark King only shrugged his shoulders. "I'm not hungry." Nowadays he was almost unrecognizable from the time before. His long auburn curls now hung loose and greasy around his face that was now growing a thick bush of beard around his jaw. "But you are free to have at it if you'd like. Seems like you're absolutely starved."
Hermione had half a mind of throwing her water into Robb's smirking face as she laughed along with him and wipe her face clean.
"You're a real arse you know that."
Robb smirks sliding his plate of mutton away from him and leaning closer to Hermione. "Arse I might be, but I could be a useful arse if you tell me what the plan is."
"The plan is we're going to Camelot—"
"Do you think I'm stupid?" Robb whispered. "If we were heading to Camelot we should've started heading west about a hundred leagues or so back. We've been going south for far too long." Hermione sat back mulling over Robb's words and finding all the evidence of truth in it. "Are we going back to King's Landing?"
