ᴛᴡᴏ ♚ broken dreams and silent screams

[wolfskin]

Is there naught we can do but sit and wait for this... affliction to run it's course?

[ Robb fears he knew the answer to this question before it ever left his mouth. By his tone he is by no means pleased. (But who is?) The background a low rumble can be heard, heavy foot falls soon joining them as Grey Wind paces the room.

The line across his neck was the first to appear, spreading like greyscale. Then the heart... bleeding words as if that sword had truly pierced his chest. Robb covered them with scarves and leathers, but it did little to hide the stains. They simply bleed through as if the fabric had never been there to begin with.

The padding suddenly stops with a bestial groan. Grey Wind plops down at his feet, quite literally on his feet. Thanks bro. ]

Alright boy, lets go outside.

[ Neither wolf nor king seem to be good at sitting, so outside they go. With journal in hand and stains for all to see. ]

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[wolfskin]

[ The direwolf huffs, sharp yellow eyes focused on the horse while Robb's fingers brush the hilt of his sword.

Other than his appearance the man seems to pose no threat, nevertheless he has learnt that appearances can often hide true intentions. The wedding was lesson enough for that. ]

Aye, but we often are not granted what we wish.

[peacockherald]

_{[ Yfandes, again, seems not at all bothered by the wolf, cocking her head even to examine the large beast. Eventually, she snorts and rests her muzzle on Van's shoulder, the normally beautiful man raising his hand to brush her white muzzle and glad she did not pull away, for he was sure he was cold and sharp. ]}

Not here, it seems. The Castle is... a twisted thing, to be sure.