Marienne's Game Of Thrones- Robb Stark

Kings Landing and Baby Direwolves

Those who live by the sword will die by the sword.

"Ugh.." My head pounds as I open my eyes, feeling as if cement has been slathered between them, glueing them shut.

"What happened?" My eyes adjust to my surroundings, and the hand that is stroking the side of my hair pulls away. I am in a sturdy wooden bed, next to another which is yet again next to another.

Brilliant. I'm in the injury ward. People bustle around the wide room, walking from one bed to another, ever so often leaving through the wooden doors to my right. An old woman, the same that stood against my father in the hall, saunders over to us, giving me a chilling yet sympathetic smile.

"Marienne, you are awake, this is good. I am truly sorry about your brother, I did all that I could." She watches me look at her confused, and Robb coughs from beside me.

"Jaime knocked you out, but I assure you he has not got away with this." Robb says from my side, as he leans on his chair.

"Jaison?"

"I am sorry Marienne.. it was too late.. your brother is gone." Robb comes into my view with a look of defeat, bending down to my side. He holds my limp hand, causing for a bad case of pins and needles to shoot up my arm.

Jaime took away the last chance that I had to talk to my brother, and I will not forget this. Jaison could still be alive if not for him, I could have pleaded his case!

"My brother will never be gone, as he is still in Marhal with my mother." Robb silently nods, and I hope he understands that I do not want to relish on my brothers death, I would rather believe he is in a place that I cannot reach.

"With all this said and done, you have a large lump on the rear of your head, but I do not believe it to be innocent. Jaime- sorry, Ser Jaime struck you hard my dear, and I believe more damage has been caused than necessary. I would wish to keep you here for a few days more, but your father informed me of your departure to the Kings Landing at sunset, following the Queen's hasty retreat." The old woman scuttles off, humming an unrecognisable tune.

"What is she speaking of, Robb? We are not to leave for a while!" Robb avoids my eyes, as I search him for answers.

"Because of everything with your father and brother, the King decided to follow his wife and you are all to leave when the sun begins to set later this evening."

"I will refuse! I want to stay here at Winterfell, with you!" I try to sit up in the bed, but Robb forces a hand against me, blocking my shoulders from moving.

"This cannot be discussed, Mari. I have already tried everything that you could think of, but it is no use. You are leaving and I am staying." I look away from Robb, more angry than upset.

If he really did want me to stay, why would he not try harder!

Caught up in my thoughts, I jump at a high pitched squeaking coming from behind Robb's seat. His eyes widen as if he remembers something, and he turns around to pick the item up.

"I brought you a present, a gift from the Starks. You may need to keep it in a kennel or a stable, I don't doubt that the Kings Guard will try to harm it." He heaves a grey lump over his legs and places it on my lap, where it wriggles about.

"A Direwolf pup.." The adorable pup has fur as grey as metal, which resembles armour. The snout is a lighter shade of grey, which is rubbing its nose against my arm. There is a rim of black around both of it's eyes, which look like the pup has eyeliner, an intriguing little thing!

"Robb.. thank you!" I lean over and kiss him on the cheek, not taking my eyes off the little warrior.

"Before the King ordered for Sansa's Direwolf Lady to be killed in replacement for Arya's, we discovered that she had a litter of these little fellows buried in the hay of the stables! I saw this one and immediately thought of you, but she has one mean bite!" He laughs as the pup chews on my finger, nearly biting the entire thing off.