#wclfking

The offices had felt clinical both inside and out, and it had also felt as if there were eyes all around her, watching her, questioning the reason for being here. She knew her own reasons, knew they were right, but she felt as if those around her, be they staff or patients or clients, were all suspecting the worst of her. She had chosen to pay for a particularly private clinic, ones less likely to let information slip to the press, but her face was still relatively recognisable, even more so in light of the recent scandals surrounding her family and those she knew...and people were so fond of gossip, however unfounded.

“Thank you for coming with me,” She murmured to Robb so that only he could hear it, offering him a small and grateful smile. It might be selfish of her to think so, but she didn’t like the idea of Robb not being here now that he was. Ashamed as she was to admit it, she wasn’t certain she could have done this alone. 

         “Don’t look at me like that.”

         Could be, his stare was misinterpreted, but an unlikely explanation. Cersei has  been stared at often in the past days and she grows increasingly weary  of it.  She  has  other  matters to think about:  the  company,  for  one,  which  she suspects  Father  will be resigning from and which will likely cease to exist  if  no balls-out  last ditch effort is made to reclaim it... and she has been  considering such an effort, has been throwing ideas ‘round in her head,  the  better  ones  to Jaime,  but  has  not  yet  made  up  her mind on the matter.  And  her  children, already caught up in the slight surliness that the teenage years bring,   now  not speaking  to  her  as  a  result of the  discoveries  plastered  across  newspaper headlines. And Father, who does not know that he has broken her heart;  it  may have  been  naive  of  her to believe there were no women after Mama,  but  she believed all the same, and now...

         Well,  the matter at hand is the look on Robb Stark’s face as he  considers her, not anything more pressing. As such, she returns the stare in kind. “I came to see your mother, not you. If she’s out, I’ll be going.”

Starter for @wclfking. 

          It may have been fifteen years since Lyanna had been north of Dorne, but it had been even longer since she’d set foot in the Riverlands. Not since a childhood visit to the Tullys. She’d forgotten how green it was here. A vast expanse of thick grass stretching out to meet a clear sky. The sky should not have been so bright in a world without Ned. She should have left sooner. The towers of Riverrrun had been a beyond welcome sight-- for several hours Lyanna had wondered how far down River Road they were, although it seemed unlikely that they might miss a castle, let alone one occupied by an army of Northmen. 

                 ❝ Robb, right? We haven’t met yet; but I’m LARA. I’m friends with your parents. I guess that’s the best way to phrase it. I think they might have actually sort-of unofficially adopted me. Not that I’m complaining. Anyway -- they let me borrow some of your t-shirts when I was in a pinch. I got blood on my own stuff and -- you know what? It’s a long story. Here -- here’s your stuff. I had it laundered. ❞ 

“Well, Rickon is finally asleep, and the last of the police are gone,” The authorities had arrived at the all, taken the body away, as well as the hand and ear, and proceeded to ask questions of all guests. Yet, it had not ended there, for uniforms and detectives alike had followed each guest to their home to ask further questions, to prod for information, and all the while Catelyn could only think of finding Rickon in that barn, of the rock, and of the phone call to Cersei. They couldn’t know, they would never possible know; they had been too careful. 

“Thank you for coming back with us, darling...I’ve set up a room for you and Jeyne,” She might have chosen Robb’s old room, but Sansa had fallen asleep in there with Hostin.

it seemed as if father had taken a part of winterfell with him when he had rode south with king robert, their two sisters also in tow. it wasn’t only the castle that had changed, the walls feeling colder despite the hot springs still flowing freely beneath them. no, its people had changed as well.

“you know breaking fast usually involves food”, jon teased softly, coming to sit across from his auburn haired half-brother at the dark oaken table. “unless you plan on eating those letters”. 

as the eldest, and true-born, son of eddard, all their father’s lordly responsibilities had fallen on robb’s young shoulders. the weight was made only greater by his mother’s inability to carry her share, catelyn still either unable or unwilling to leave bran’s bedside as the injured boy slept throughout the days.

The trial was over now and she supposed they could be happy in the fact that their mother would not go to jail and for the time being things would be normal again. But Arya still felt knots in her stomach and this constant dread. Running a hand through her hair, she swept her bangs from her eyes before knocking on Robb’s door. Even though things were better, home was still a place she tended to avoid. The whole partying and drinking thing was better since showing up so damn drunk on this very same doorstep but the girl still felt off.

“I know we should give a united front at Lysa’s trial, but I don’t think Hostin could survive those hot court rooms for long either....” Eddie and Hostin would clearly become restless, hot, thirsty and, after a little while, it would be beyond any of their power to keep either them still or prevent their tears. “But if we’re all present at the trial then there is no one who might sit them besides a babysitter which I am loathe to do....which only leaves...Jeyne’s Mother, which,” She gave Robb a look, “I am equally loathe to do”