#ladywxlf

Gods give him patience. Robb couldn’t wait for the King, his wife, his children, the whole lot of them to be gone again, to leave Winterfell to the peace and quiet of normalcy. His father would decline the King’s offer, he was sure - Eddard Stark was Warden of the North, he belonged here just the way they all did. If Robb even thought of spending all his days in the warm, crowded south with people like those in the King’s party around him all day, he was sure he’d go mad. And he couldn’t imagine his father feeling any different.

Not to mention who he’d have to leave behind.

The bath had been good after their long bout of sparring, his muscles slowly relaxing after wading first into the ice cold pool by the weirwood and then soaking up the heat in the hot pools. It was nearly time for the shared evening meal, and Robb needed to change from his more simple day clothes to something more befitting the presence of royals, no matter how tired of it he was getting.

At least there was still enough time that he didn’t need to hasten.

It was in the corridor to his bed chamber that he met his sister who had obviously already readied herself for the meal. Robb felt his eyebrows rise despite himself at the sight of yet another new dress.

Willas smiled, as was expected. They had sent a raven for the Starks, his father Mace had three sons and one daughter, Ned Stark had three sons and two daughters. Whilst Willas knew the contents of the Raven didn’t explicitly mention marriage, as it seemed more of a polite thing to the open, Willas very well knew the intend of it. A single bethrothal, but because his father seemed to lack the ability to think of a plan, all he had was the idea of a bethrothal instead of an actual specific one.

He had been seated next to the eldest son of Ned Stark, Robb Stark. Though it became clear that Robb showed more inerest in Garland, him being a knight, Willas didn’t take it too personally, rather he went on his own to seek out the rest of the family to ome on some friendly terms with them. Next on his mind was Sansa.

The moment Sansa Stark had walked through his realm, being announced in his great hall Klaus felt every ounce of surprise flutter through him. She’s not the girl he remembered from the tourney during Robert’s reign back in King’s Landing. Instead she’s a woman, fully grown and her eyes are filled with a strength that he had not expected. But then Klaus had not expected her to be here at all. A Stark girl walking down his hall, her head bowed and quite disheveled from whatever encounter she had escaped from.

Elijah is telling him to send her on her way soon enough but Klaus isn’t sure whether he wants to do that or not. Sansa Stark is the last remaining Stark, she could very well be the Lady of Winterfell. She could be a piece in this ever revolving game that the Realms of men play. Men and their bloody wars, Klaus will see who outlives it and then he and his army will march upon them with a force they have ever seen.

But for now the Stark girl is a guest of his. He moves towards the room he had allowed her to be sent to so that she might tend to herself and rest, eat as well. He knocks and the lady he had tend to her opened the door. Immediately he’s allowed entrance but he does not enter, instead he stays there in the doorway, looking at the girl where she sits. Dornish wine has been given her, fruits and cakes, new garments - she looks every bit the girl of nobility that she was. However there were cuts marking her face, down her neck and no doubt elsewhere as well. Whoever she has fled from had hurt her and he feels a touch of anger churn inside of him because that sort of violence reminds him all too well of what he had endured as a child.

     the young snow was more tired than he would have cared to admit, but his journey south had been taxing, both physically and mentally. word had reached jon too late in regards to the kings death, and almost as soon as that crow had been released a second arrived. bringing with it news of his father’s murder. it wasn’t long after that robb arrived at the wall and the two began a journey to king’s landing, and before long they had parted ways, jon continuing on to try to find the two stark girl’s stranded in the capitol. each night brought restless sleep, and every day brought twelve hours of riding. by the time the city came into view jon had lost track of the days. with him were a few men from winterfell, but hardly an army vast enough to storm the castle. so it seemed jon would need be more clever. 

     it was three days later, after arriving that he spotted sansa in the gardens, and another before he figured how he could get her alone. his men waiting away for the both of them and ready to flee. it was much warmer in kings landing than he was used to, and he found himself constantly removing layers. standing in a quiet corner of the garden he had seen sansa walk many times with various escorts he waited. soon enough it seemed his plan had worked, as he spotted her from his hidden corner alone. quickly, in a matter of steps he grabbed her from behind, hand over her mouth as he pulled her into the shadows of the maze. his hand still pressed to her lips as he spun her around to take a look at her, “shhh”. he removed his hand slowly, “i’m taking you home”.

“My lady, the way I see it, you have two options. You can trust this... SNAKE, and allow yourself to be united with the Boltons, a family who has taken residence in your home, slept in your room, your brothers’ rooms, your parents’ room, while there was nobody there to defend it.

“Or. You can come with me. Trust in me. I pledged myself to your mother, and I SWORE to her I would find you and protect you. I swore to her that I would keep you safe. And I believe you will be safest with your family.” Right now, all Brienne knew was that Jon Snow was the Lord Commander of the Night’s Watch. He was alive, last she’d been informed, and for the time being, he was the only known LIVING relative to Sansa Stark. It had been all the plan Brienne had had time to come up with since hearing about Littlefinger’s intention to leave off with Sansa and head back to Winterfell.

“I will take you to your brother, Lady Stark. I’ll take you to your family. And you can trust that I will get you there safely, UPON MY HONOR Please, just come with me.” If Sansa refused, Brienne had every intention of following the young Stark girl to Winterfell and protecting her in any way she could from there. “Please,” she urged, blue eyes wide, earnest. “I will not FAIL you.”