Marienne's Game Of Thrones- Robb Stark

Hear Me Roar

Never forget what you are, for surely the world will not. Make it your strength. Then it can never be your weakness. Armour yourself in it, and it will never be used to hurt you.

Kings Landing.

It feels like years since I have been here, and I am yet to miss the over crowded streets bursting with business and culture, urchins trying to sell stolen items for their first meal in weeks.

Music chimes through the streets as we arrive through the gates, catching many unaware as they dart out of the way of our moving carriage.

I can see through the silk curtain that is draped over the windows, and I watch as many wives have gathered together, pointing and whispering at us.

"They're whispering." Anna says, noticing the same group of women as I. Warrior, my direwolf pup, perks up from her warm spot on my lap, and a high pitched growl comes from her mouth.

"Word must of gotten around about your brother, but let them laugh, sneer and mutter. They have done this to me since I was an innocent infant, you become used to it." Tyrion places a bookmark into the centre of his page, and closes the book as he uses a finger to push back the curtain.

"We are less than a minute away to the gates of the castle. my father will more than likely request to see us all, he has always been one for reacquainting."

"Now girls, remember what I told you yesterday. Best. Behaviour." Ned points a finger at Sansa and Arya, who are both silent from nerves.

My father barely looks at at Anna and I, more occupied with preparing his robe which has become crumpled with our long journey.

I note to send a Raven to Robb as soon as possible, to inform him of my father's plan. Surely he can stop this ludicrous idea.

"We have arrived!" The king bellows from outside the carriage, and we come to a halt outside the gates, which are slowly being hoisted open.

The carriage door swings open, and there stands Jaime holding it. One by one we exit the carriage, until I am the only one left. I pick Warrior up, and nestle her in the crook of my arm, not wishing for her to run off into the crowd.

I am greeted with citizens, shouting both love and abuse at us. An object swoops my feet from underneath me, but I gain my balance before I fall over. I look behind me to see Jaime smirking, dusting his shoe.

"Oops, so sorry, how terrible it would have been should you have fallen."

I choose to ignore Jaime's petty gesture, as I follow behind Anna and up the steps into the familiar building.

Jaime will not get away with ruining my chance to speak with Jaison. Only time can tell for when karma will hit.

I sigh as I walk up the steps, the sun beginning to be hidden by the grand castle.

"We are back!" The King yells as he glides through the grand doors. He draws in a deep breath of air and sighs happily.

"It's been a bloody age! Come all, Tywin has requested to see us in the great hall!" The King calls to us all. We follow him through the narrowing paths of the richest building in Westeros, until we reach another pair of grand oak doors.

Within seconds they were swung open, and the tune I had heard so much recently rang out around the hall.

"The bloody Rains of Castamere." I hear Ned mutter, as he and my father follow closely behind the king.

We walk through the hall and towards the iron throne, where a band was playing the infamous tune. I look to Anna, who stands on my left, with a look of sadness.