ᴏɴᴇ ♚ i've lost my way, its hard to find it through

[wolfskin]

( ᴀᴄᴛɪᴏɴ | ᴄʟɪɴɪᴄ )

[ For the umpteenth time since Robb's graceless arrival he tries to leave his bed, limbs as heavy as stone, wounds burning faintly in protest. The bolts were long gone and wounds stitched up by a maester the likes of which Robb had never seen before in his life. The man was crude, more pleased that he should've been by the king unceremoniously falling on his white marble floor.

Robb was suspicious of him, naturally, even Grey Wind growled when the man stuck something sharp into his neck, but made no other move against him. The direwolf seemed to begrudgingly accept the maester's presence, provided that he aided his master's recovery.

He had been helpful, that much Robb was willing to admit, the pain seemed to melt away (milk of the poppy? he does not know, nor really wants to question) yet it also made him feel as heavy as a stone, filling his mind with clouds. He simply had no time for bed rest, he needed to know where he was and how he got here.

He needed to know what happened, he needed to know why there was no sword in his chest. He needed─

With a heavy thud he falls back down, his latest attempt to sit up and mayhaps even stand ending in predictable failure. Robb is stuck here, he simply hasn't accepted it yet. ]

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( ᴅɪᴄᴛᴀᴛᴇᴅ )

[ Some time later Robb reaches for his journal, more than little cautious of the book yet knowing it is his only option right now. He clears his throat (talking to be a book? His men would think him mad) before speaking: ]

I am Robb Stark, King in the North and of the Trident. If any who hail from Westeros, should any of my men hear this, I would speak to you.

For any others I require nothing more than information. [ House is unhelpful. ] Of this place, who is the lord of this castle? Should it even have one. It's laws, it's people, whatever you may think is important. I would know of it.

[ A beat, long and silent. ]

You have my thanks.

[ He may get nothing, he may be get much. Either way even a single response is better than none at all. ]

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[atrophied]

[ It was funny at first, but now it's just sad. ]

You really don't know when to give up, do you?

[wolfskin]

[ No, Robb is stubborn, more so than he should be and he is pushed forward by the need to move and not sit. ]

I have no time to sit and wait. [ He does, in fact, he knows it deep inside but to admit it? It is too soon for such things. ]

dictated. for now.

[wolfchild]

[ She stops what she was doing. Everything stops. Even Nymeria lifts her head at the sound of her brother's voice. ]

Robb?

screeee

[wolfskin]

[ His thoughts, tumbling through his head with a great urgency stop, his breathing stops. No... could it be? They thought her dead, no one could find her. But he knows that voice, he knows it anywhere. ]

Arya? [ It comes out croaked, horse. He sounds less like the King and more like a boy, a boy who found a sister he thought he lost. ]

dictated also for now

[ladywinter]

Robb?

[She freezes in place, scarcely believing her ears. Scarcely daring to.]

everyone jump on the stark feels train!

[wolfskin]

Mother. [ There is no question, no doubt of the owner of that voice. He can still hear her telling him to run as blood rushed to his head with the rhythm of the drums. Boom, boom, boom. ]

Mother, where─ [ He wanted the move before, he desperate did not want to sit and wait for wounds to heal. Now that desire burns within him more fiercely, his mother is here, she is safe. (How is she here? Why? They shouldn't be─) ]

King Robb Stark

[songsandstories]

[To hear his voice makes her heart stop. He is back. Her brother is back. Her eyes close, just listening to his voice. If he sought information, if he sought men then he does not remember. He expects her to be Sansa, and while she is lucky to have her freewill back, the lies will hurt just as much as they did the first time. But she must, she tells herself.

She does it for him, for her mother. If Freys or Lannisters arrived, it would be safer for her to be Alayne.

She is Alayne, she tells herself. Alayne Stone of the Vale, the baseborn daughter of the Lord Petyr Baelish.]

Your Grace, I would welcome you here, but this castle is not a place to be welcomed to. [Even if it does her heart well to have him here.] I am of Westeros, but the Vale holds no vows to neither Stark, Lannister, nor Baratheon.

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[wolfskin]

[ His breathing stops for a moment, her words passing through his ears as if they were nothing but air. Her voice. By the old gods he knows that voice, it belonged to a girl with auburn hair. A girl, a sister he swore to get back from the lions. ]

S─

[ I am of Westeros, but the Vale holds no vows to neither Stark, Lannister, nor Baratheon.

The Vale? Yes, he remembers. The Vale refused to partake in the war and Lady Lysa held herself up in the Eyrie, deaf to any and all pleas or commands. ]

What is your name?

[the_effect_she_has]

.... Are you kidding me? ANOTHER king?

[She sighed, and rubbed her face from her spot in the shooting range.] ...There's no Lord, except all the ones who think they are. The castle ... runs itself.

[wolfskin]

Another?

[ That is not what he expected to hear. ]

How odd, for a castle to have no lord aside from the many who think they are. [ His voice comes out curt, but not because of anything she said. He is bound to a bed when he would rather be walking amongst the halls, discovering this all for himself. ]

[wilder]

[He recognizes that name, so he'll decide to speak.]

There's no lords or rulers, just the castle itself.

Laws are in the city- like no stealing or killing people. But the castle grounds tend to be pretty lawless overall.

[wolfskin]

The castle itself. [ Are you for real? ]

Are you going to tell me that the castle has magic? That the walls govern themselves.

dictated;

[ensorceler]

[ NO. COMPETITION. Competition that sounds young. Oh well, none of this is real anyway, probably. ]

I have heard of the King in the North. I have no doubt that your most loyal subjects and family will be gladdened by your arrival, Your Majesty. Or is it Your Grace?

[wolfskin]

Your Grace. [ A beat. ] My family has found me, they are glad as one can be in situation as this.

You spoke of hearing of the King in the North, who told you?

dictated

[protosshaze]

Hello, Robb Stark. My name is Sophie. My friend Richard is a king, too.

[wolfskin]

Is he King of this land?

[commandsthewind]

Greetings, your grace. I am Elizabeth Tudor, Queen of England, Ireland and France... and rather bereft of my country.

... I would give you a welcome as is deserving of your station, but such things are not easily done. I am sure you've been told there is no ruler or true sovereign here. No matter what some may claim.

[SO THERE MUM, SO THERE.]

[wolfskin]

As am I, Your Grace. [ He had lost his, dreamt to reclaiming it only to fall before he could even reach it. ]

Even if you could I would be in no shape to attend, I am bond to bed until the morrow else I tear open my wounds. [ And give his family a heart attack. ]

Yes, I have been told such though only one has tried to disrupt the fact.

[kingsgambit]

Unfortunately, Your Grace, there are many kings and queens here, you'll find your title of little importance among those here. [He says it rather casually.]

And dragons talk. [...Yeah that's as helpful as he's going to get here.]

[wolfskin]

My title will be of important to any from Westeros, however. [ Which is part of the point he announced himself like that. ]

... Dragons? [ Did you just... Merlin that is not necessary. ] Do giants also roam the halls?

[heloise]

Then I have met a princess in disguise.

[wolfskin]

You have?

[ex_garroter234]

[WELP, looks like Lucrezia is already on this, but it wouldn't hurt to work it from every angle.

He's also going to ignore that he's currently in space or something?? This is easier to deal with, kings... even if they are from different worlds.]

By my count, there are two from your Westeros, Your Grace. As for the laws of this place, there are none at all, save those we carry in our hearts.

[wolfskin]

[ Poor guy, Robb certainly couldn't deal with space right now. He can hardly deal with being unable to leave this stupid bed. ]

There are three, in fact, all have found me, but you have my thanks regardless ser. [ His family, more than he could ask for. ] So other have said, it is a little wonder it still stands with no laws to hold it in place.

[thatrabbitsdynamite]

A Stark. So you're related to Arya. [Making sure if you're worthy of living in 3, 2...]

[wolfskin]

[ Rude Bunny. ]

Aye, she is my sister.

/dictated

[savethedarkness]

Robb Stark, is it? Pardon me. I'm not of Westeros, but I know of a Lady Catelyn Stark. I don't suppose there's any relation?

[wolfskin]

Aye, Lady Stark is my mother.