The Young Wolf

Robb had never thought that any of this could happen. In his mind - a child's mind - he had expected that everything would stay as it was. That his father would be Lord of Winterfell for years and years to come, that Robb would get to grow and learn from him, learn everything he could. He would marry and have children of his own that his father and mother would hold on their knees.

In his mind, there had been years and years of the mostly peaceful life he had known before, eventually, they would die the way they were supposed to, old and happy and at peace, and he would be ready to be Lord of Winterfell and lead the North.

He had never expected this. Had never wanted this.

And as much as he needed to play at being grown up, at being a king, sometimes when it was only the two of them, Robb needed to put down the mask.

"Mother..."

Please, can we not just go back home?

animal  :   direwolf

color  :   muted dark blue, auburn, brown, grey, white

month  :   october

song  :   karmina - all the king's horses

I knock the ice from my bones Try not to feel the cold Caught in a thought of that time When everything was fine - everything was mine Run with my hands on my eyes Blind but I’m still alive Free to go back on my own But is it still a home when you’re all alone? All the king’s horses and all the king’s men Couldn’t put me back together again

number  :    5

day or night  :   day

plant  :   rowan tree

smell  :   frosty air, furs, pine wood, leather

season  :   autumn

food  :   freshly baked bread with herb butter

astrological sign  :   cancer

element  :   earth

drink  :   cream of wheat

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She held onto him, doing her best to steady the man and her own emotions. This was real, not a ghost, not her imagination. Even though he was still taller, his frame was far too slim, it was easy to help maneuver him to the wall for additional support. A horrid thought in the back of Arya's mind, if she hadn't thought to come to the cells, would Robb had been left here to rot? She never would have known, never could have known. She caught the glassiness of his gaze and swallowed the swelling urge to cry herself. There was a ways to go until she could let her guard down, most of the Freys were dealt with but she wouldn't feel at ease until they put enough distance between them and this haunted place. A plan cut through the haze. With an objective, her thoughts cleared and resolve hardened; grief and relief would wait, Arya ducked under Robb's arm and pulled it across her shoulders so she could fully support his weight, letting him have a moment to get a better grip on her. "It's a long story. It's... years worth of a tale. Let's just get you out of here first."

There was a part of him - a significant part - that hadn't yet accepted that this might be real. A part that was waiting for him to wake up and not look into his little sister's face, but into that of one of the guards that he had seen day after day after day until they had blurred together and lost all meaning.

So as much as his heart felt all over the place about what was happening, it was still shrouded in a numbness that might be protecting him from breaking down entirely right now.

And he still had no idea at all what was going on, but Arya was right. If there was any chance of them walking out of here - Gods, he needed to.

His little sister didn't feel so small anymore under his arm, nor as weedy as she used to. She felt strong, took his weight without faltering - or maybe that was simply testament to his own weakness and lightness.

"Alright," he said, quietly. If Arya managed to walk in here and was confident they could walk out of here, he would trust that to be the case.

They walked up the first flight of stairs, and by the time they emerged from the depths of the dungeon, Robb was out of breath. Despite his dizziness, he tried to keep an eye on their surroundings, to listen and see what was going on around them. But there was no one, a place that seemed only inhabited by ghosts.

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In theory, the appearance of the direwolf ought to be enough to convince her that her brother was standing before her. And yet she couldn’t believe it, not… she didn’t want to believe it. Because if Robb was alive… all this time, then why did it hurt so damn much. She let out a shuddering breath and took a step back at the mention of Needle’s origin.

No one else could have known.

Arya refused to lower Needle but stepped back in order to leave a small space between them. She wasn’t sure if she ought to run, scream, or cry. She wanted to somehow do all three at once and wrap her arms around the figure before her.

It was as though years of fatigue, physical, emotional, mental exhaustion caught up to the young girl. She was so tired. She didn’t want to be strong anymore. 

Quietly, she uttered the few words she could muster. “But… you were gone.” 

There must have been enough in his words to stop her from wanting to slice him up with the flick of her wrist. Robb breathed out and lowered his head, but his heart was still beating all the way up in his throat. He still just wanted to hold her, hug her until they both felt real again. But he needed to wait for her to come to him, to be on the same page.

She looked so tired. Like she could shatter at a light tap, a feeling he was painfully, intimately familiar with.

There were so few words that could explain, and so much he had to say. But for now, all he could do was nod. “I was. They threw my body in the river, and Grey Wind - Beric Dondarrion found me.”

Clementine.

In Chinese culture, clementines, known for their bright orange, waxy exterior, were symbolic of gold, and by extension, wealth, good fortune and abundance. Trees that bear clementines (or mandarins, as they're also known as) are often used to decorate the thresholds of Chinese households as a sign of good luck and prosperity. As lucky as Clementines may be, so are you and those around you. With a sunny disposition, and a knack for seeing the best in everyone, and the good in the world around you, you're someone who believes that the glass is always half full. Things can always be worse, and they will always get better, one way or another! Like the vibrant clementines you're known for bringing light to those who need it, and always bringing laughter to your friend group. However, such a bright exterior can sometimes hide a deep and lingering sadness. Remember: even the light sometimes has to dim, and even the sun has to set. Don't worry; it'll always come back.

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