Robb Stark

I am Robb of House Stark. King in the North and King of the Isles and Rivers. I will fight for the Iron Throne because I will not stand to see someone undeserving of the throne sit upon it. I am loyal to House Stark. {Cassidy/19/EST-5}

[kinginthenorthstark]

“Thank you, my lady,” Robb said with a smile. He remembered her face though not in a similar setting as he was seeing her now. The reason behind the familiarity escaped him. Moments passed as he stared at her, trying to trigger the memory of why he knew her then, he figured it out. “You’re Lady Bethany Blackwood, the healer in training from the battles, aren’t you?” Robb recalled with near certainty. He also remembered hearing news of the Blackwood heir being amongst those murdered at the Red Wedding. “I would offer my condolences regarding your brother. May you stay in Winterfell as long as you need.”

[ladyofblackwood]

Bethany was startled to say the least. She had not expected the king of the North to remember someone as herself, even if she was noble her house was not one of the Greats, which was fine by her. House Blackwood had lived without the burdens of such a house for many years. “I am but I’m afraid I wasn’t much of one your grace. I fear the burdens of war were too heavy for me to handle, but I still have an interest.” Bethany smiled politely at her king. Her heart sank as words of Bryden had come up, she had missed her brother terribly and part of her had denied the news, just waiting for the day that Bryden walked into the grand hall of Raventree Hall.  “I must thank you for your generous off your grace, but I would not want to be a burden to you and your family. You have so much celebration to do and I am afraid that I might bring you all down.”

[kinginthenorthstark]

"Please," Robb started. "We only know celebration because we've known pain. Your sorrow is shared by the North and known by many of us." Robb thought then of the horror that had happened behind the very walls that are his home. Winter was coming and there rose a tightness in his chest to think of the coming cold. "There aren't many soldiers willing to admit that the burden of war is heavy but it feels that way for me as well and as far as I understand, many of us. You've done well enough, as far as I've witnessed. You shouldn't doubt yourself so much, my lady."

[kinginthenorthstark]

It was a long ride back to Winterfell for Robb but he felt it was his duty as King of the North to meet with the people and bring them courage after the devastation that had been brought to them. He would return to his camp outside King’s Landing soon after his visit to be with his men. It had been a long time since he stepped foot in his home. It had changed so much from what he remembered. There was no longer a sense of wellbeing that bubbled in his gut when he arrived, there was a prolonged longing and pain there now. People were nowhere to be seen. The walls seemed hollow and echoed every movement Robb made. There was a whisper echoing through the air followed by a man making his way to Robb. “Our king has returned,” the old man shouted joyously. A small crowd began to form around Robb. Spirits were high as the King in the North went around speaking to every person present that day and by nightfall, Robb felt he had made the right decision coming to Winterfell for he felt that the people had a new sense of hope.

Originally posted by game-of-black-and-white

[ladyofblackwood]

Bethany had longed to be back at home, to do simple things such as sleep in her own bed, bathe in her own bathtub and have breakfast once more with her family but the Blackwoods were left scarred from the battles and wars. They had lost Bryden, the eldest child of Tytos and now Bethany could see changes in herself. She was not as joyous and happy as she had been before and she hated that. She knew that part of it was being a healer in training at the battles and now it was her brothers untimely passing. The young Blackwood had wanted to escape Raventree Hall and with her new found freedom, she decided to visit Winterfell, a place she had only read about. As she wondered the towns and villages that surrounded Winterfell, she finally made it inside the walls and could see people giddy with excitement, some even waving banners of House Stark. It was the first time since the battle that Bethany had seen Robb and had wondered if he remembered her, but with that passing thought, she almost laughed at herself for the stupidity. As a member of a noble house, an invitation was extended to her to join in the celebrations inside the kings home, to which Bethany accepted. During the night, she ate very little and drank only water as she watched House Stark finally happy and as whole as they could be. She approached the high table, nerves almost consuming her, as she stopped and bowed to her new king. “Your grace, may I offer my congratulations on your victory.”

[kinginthenorthstark]

“Thank you, my lady,” Robb said with a smile. He remembered her face though not in a similar setting as he was seeing her now. The reason behind the familiarity escaped him. Moments passed as he stared at her, trying to trigger the memory of why he knew her then, he figured it out. “You’re Lady Bethany Blackwood, the healer in training from the battles, aren’t you?” Robb recalled with near certainty. He also remembered hearing news of the Blackwood heir being amongst those murdered at the Red Wedding. “I would offer my condolences regarding your brother. May you stay in Winterfell as long as you need.”

[kinginthenorthstark]

It was a long ride back to Winterfell for Robb but he felt it was his duty as King of the North to meet with the people and bring them courage after the devastation that had been brought to them. He would return to his camp outside King’s Landing soon after his visit to be with his men. It had been a long time since he stepped foot in his home. It had changed so much from what he remembered. There was no longer a sense of wellbeing that bubbled in his gut when he arrived, there was a prolonged longing and pain there now. People were nowhere to be seen. The walls seemed hollow and echoed every movement Robb made. There was a whisper echoing through the air followed by a man making his way to Robb. “Our king has returned,” the old man shouted joyously. A small crowd began to form around Robb. Spirits were high as the King in the North went around speaking to every person present that day and by nightfall, Robb felt he had made the right decision coming to Winterfell for he felt that the people had a new sense of hope.