Byrant listened to Robb and listened earnestly. It was not that he did not trust his friend, in fact quite the opposite. He trusted that Robb believed that he and Jeyne would end up married. And maybe maybe he would be right this time, but that was it wasn’t it? This time, this was not the first time Robb had come over to Byrant’s telling Byrant all about a girl who he was sure he was going to marry.

Most would call Robb foolish, or love sick, say he moved too fast. Byrant wasn’t sure that was the case. He thought he remembered stories about how Mr. and Mrs. Stark had met in highschool perhaps to Robb finding the love of his life, finding his wife while they were this young wasn’t out of the question. not too young a voice that sounded much like his father’s reminded him. He wouldn’t let that worry him, he wouldn’t ever find a wife, his father would have to get over him.

No, Byrant didn’t believe that Robb was foolish or love sick, not even that he moved too fast. Byrant thought he was a bit naive perhaps but that only made Byrant love his friend even more. Which only made it all the worse. He would never turn Robb away, but hearing him be so in love with this girl-

"Stay for me. . . You don’t know the trouble you seek.” By his father’s thought- and the northmen’s- she’d little right to make demands of the boy. Eddard had drive her from his court long ago with his demands of a mortal son. The icy king of the north had reacted badly when she’d tried to rid the boy of his mortal side. He’d rather see his son rot.

All he could do was stare at him, frozen, stricken... 

He had heard the rumors of course but he’d never believed them. The young wolf had come back from the dead, had retaken Winterfell with his sister and bastard brother. It was a TRICK, just like Ramsay’s death was a trick... yet here he was. His dream of merciful death in the shape of Robb Stark.

Turmoil gripped his mind as his eyes filled with tears- of relief... of shame. He fought desperately against the urge kneel before him and offer his neck. His sister’s men stood behind him. He couldn’t disgrace her with such a display. 

“Robb... Robb,” he managed to get out. The name he had always remembered, even when he had forgotten his own. He ventured forward up the beach, suddenly feeling keenly the missing toes that made him stumble like a wrecked ship in a storm. 

When he was finally face to face with Robb, he trembled all over. He wanted nothing more than to take him in his arms and hold him. But he was not worthy of that. Not anymore. Perhaps he never had been. He tried not to lower his eyes or bow his head, his debilitating guilt clashing violently with his need to rescue his sister. Torn again.

       Heather stumbled back, blinking at him confused. Then embarrassment swept over her as her skin felt much too hot. “Robb, I—” She didn’t know what she meant to say but when Sansa stepped through, she couldn’t help but hide her face in his neck. SHe couldn’t mask the disappointment on her face so she hoped it was masked in affection. It only took a moment for her to come back out and gladly accept another glass from his sister. This time it was to occupy herself and ignore how warm his arm felt around her shoulders. It was just until she could get her papers figured out and then they wouldn’t have to fake this… but was the unthinkable happening? 

 “Wh-- Robb!” she complained, her eyes widening as she gently whacked his chest to get him to let her go. “You are... very handsome, and you smell really good-- but I have patients!” she thought back to the 10 year old girl that she was about to check on and narrowed her eyes at him. “Hold on... we have patients! We both got paged like 20 minutes ago for this follow up!” she feigned anger but really she was glad to see him, as much as the tingly feelings that he set off just by touching her frustrated her to no end. 

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He had fallen in love. 

This was all complicated enough before his confession but now? She knew he felt that way but hearing him say it makes this more serious. Lou knows how she feels but she doesn’t say it in that moment. Instead, she just looks up at him giving him her best smile as he looks down at her. “Love is good you should feel it- for whoever your future wife is.” She doesn’t want to give him up she enjoys what they have but it is not her place to keep him as his. 

“You cannot love a widowed whore with a child.” She tells him before she moves so she’s the one with her head raised. She shouldn’t tell him this is bad timing but gods he had said I love you. “Even if she is carrying your bastard son.”

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The war had been fought to the Crownlands, one continuous battle as the Living fell back and regrouped while the Night King raised more dead, theirs and those who had come before them. In an eerily grateful moment, Daenerys was glad her brother, Rhaegar, had been cremated and his ashes interred with their ancestors below Dragonstone. She would not have to see his horrifically rotted body staggering across the once verdant green banks of the Trident, banks which now ran red with the blood of so many, bloated with the corpses of those puppets brought to life by the creature they sought day in and day out. 

Daenerys had promised Robb she would fight for Westeros, for every living person regardless of being in rebellion to the Crown. The Crown. King’s Landing had been overrun, but they’d managed to evacuate most of the people to Dorne over the mountain pass. Small folk fled ahead of the battle from every direction while Daenerys used her dragons to decimate the Undead, but the Night King had hidden from them until that fateful night. She’d glimpsed something in the forest and brought Drogon down. A fierce battle ensued and it was finally a combination of Robb’s Valyrian steel sword, Ice, Daenerys’ dragonglass arakh, and Drogon’s dragonfire that defeated the creature.