#robb tag

tone lilts with his tone, a harsh sound dipped in disdain and a touch of despair. used to it? how could anyone grow used to such a thing? good at it, he knew -- but that never meant he might enjoy it, or grow numb to it. every battle plagued him, worse yet the sight of his own men put to death at his hand and the boys slain at theirs. " i'm as much a soldier as any of my men were, your grace -- but never would i be used to such a thing, nor do i hope i ever am. "

" no -- i never asked for this,  never wanted it. "  tully blues glare at the other,  the young wolf forcing himself to be unfazed by the expression staring back.  it's easier when he's angry,  stretched thin by the demands of his officers,  the expectations of so many soldiers.  every eye trained on him,  his every move calculated,  questioned,  debated.  all the while,  men died.  this was winning?  it didn't feel that way.  this creature of a man felt he knew robb?  no one knew him any more.  " i want to save my family.  i want to bring them home with me so we can continue our lives in peace  --  as we were before king robert disrupted them and brought all this upon us. "  damn sharing the man's name.  " besides,  what would you know of it anyway? "  old nan might have known the story of this strange being better.  trenched in strategy and war as he'd been for months,  all semblance of children's stories had fled his mind until the lich arrived,  men fleeing before him.  of the north,  he'd proclaimed  --  and with evidence of his rotten immortality first-hand,  the young leader had no ability to counter him  ;  only to hope he would not as yet bring harm.