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[wolfskin]

[ Informing Alayne had been difficult and Arya- the day had tired Robb utterly with only a few draining events.

Thus he writes instead of speaks, hand steady despite the exhaustion seeping into his bones. His mother hand friends and they deserve to know this news now that her family has been informed. ]

To those who knew her, Lady Catelyn of House Stark has been returned to home and country, no longer does she reside within these walls. You all have my thanks for treating her so kindly, I am certain she valued your company and friendship as much as I.

─ Robb Stark, King in the North and of the Trident.

[ Once signed with the direwolf symbol pressed into the page, Robb puts his quill down dropping his head into the palm of his hands. He dares not write any more, for he cannot assure any of them that she will be happy and safe back in Westeros. He simply cannot. ]

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[wolfchild]

[ arya had known this day would come. she had known it. it was the start of all her fears coming true. her mother's gone, and her brother and sister will be too. she will be the one left behind and alone. she is always the one left alone.

her rage earlier had left her feeling empty. her chest throbbed, a dark hollow where her heart once was. her mother's gone. arya had seen her just that morning. did she kiss her? did she hug her? she doesn't remember. the sudden panic has her rearing up and startling the wolves with her on the bed.

she has to find her, she has to at least get her back only for a moment, just long enough to hug her and tell her mother she loves her and that she will try harder and make her proud, she needs only a second—

she falls off the bed, her feet entangled in the blankets. her heart is beating a scarlet tattoo against her throat, and it hurts. she has to find her mother, she has to— ]

[wolfskin]

[ He hears the heavy thud and jerks to his feet knocking the chair off with the force. ]

Arya?! [ He is by her side within the span of a heartbeat, untangling the sheets from her feet and gathering her up in his arms, checking for injuries. ]

[wolfchild]

[ She pushes at him, seized by a mad desire. ]

Let me go, I have to find her, I forgot!

[ Even if no one else will, Arya will find her. People do not really leave. They are elsewhere waiting to be found. Arya can find her. Nymeria will help. ]

[assassino]

My apologies, Robb, to you and your siblings.

fitler;

[wolfskin]

[ There is no love held for this one, though he remembers him and a though tugs at his mind. Robb scribes a filter, daring to speak instead of write. ]

I have a request. [ The King's voice dissipates, ice melts to something softer, he speaks like the brother to a girl who denies her own name. ] If you truly hold some affection towards her, watch for Alayne. See no harm comes to her, but do not take advantage of her own grief. [ Words will happen if he hears anything of the sort. ]

Robb

[assassino]

[Ezio's tempted to be snippy, mostly because what kind of scumbag uses a girl's grief to get her into bed? Certainly not him, as uncouth as he can be. But instead, Ezio just replies in a serious tone.]

I will look out for her, and she is safe under my gaze. I would not allow any harm to come to her. You can trust that.

[quota]

[Ah, the heartache of little girls.

Kyubey is roused from a nap by the whole affair, senses acutely focused on the change in Arya's mood. Incubators like him just know, really, and he knows immediately that this isn't just a momentary spell. Something like this only comes with something serious.

After getting up and stretching, Kyubey slips out from under the pillows on Arya's bed and picks his way over to her.

Poor girl.]

[wolfchild]

[ Where before she would have felt him move and held her arm out to him for him to climb up on her shoulder or into her lap as need be, she doesn't move. She doesn't care really. Wanting to be alone, she had wandered in a haze back into her room. She does not remember doing it, but she can hear Nymeria scratching at the door to be let in. It registers distantly, as if worlds away instead of a few feet.

Arya hardly moves. Her eyes are fixed on her lap, unseeing. All she wants to do is sleep. If she concentrates and thinks of four paws and the earth beneath her, she will wear Nymeria's skin. Nymeria misses no one. Nymeria is fierce and untouchable. She doesn't feel fear or hurt. Robb would let her out to hunt. She could run outside and howl at the sky and taste the blood of a fresh kill in her mouth. It would feel like dreaming. Better than dreaming.

Mayhaps she could find her lady mother somewhere outside. ]

[quota]

[Kyubey searches her thoughts in silence, but he hears nothing, as he expected. She's too lost in thought about what is troubling her, and while Kyubey certainly doesn't wish to better empathize with that kind of pain, he can never wrap his mind around quiet, secluded suffering.

He approaches her, sitting by her thigh and looking up at those unseeing eyes. After a moment's thought, he gently presses one small paw to her wrist.

Does she realize how powerful she could be?]

[secondchances]

[... jeez. Steph immediately thinks of Arya. That kid never gets a break, does she?]

I'm so sorry to hear that.

[wilder]

[...Well then. So that day was here. He could bother with manners like he did when Elizabeth left, but something else is more on his mind]

Where's Arya?

[wolfskin]

She is with me. [ No offense Zelos, but this is a Stark only zone for a while. ]

[wilder]

[rude. fine i'll just steal your birthright later]

...Alright.

[He breathes a little. Too many months of her not having siblings here make him sometimes forget Robb's around okay. But yeah, brother is better to handle this]

Sorry for you loss.

[whichwayyoulean]

[Well, hell. This castle really knew how to kick 'em just when they're getting settled, doesn't it? A soft exhale]

I'm sorry. You guys okay?

[wolfskin]

[ His frown reaches his voice, the traces of grief evident. ]

We will be well.

[thatrabbitsdynamite]

Sorry, Robb.

...What about Arya? She hasn't...run off has she? [Because you know, that's the best way to deal with problems]

[wolfskin]

Worry not, she is with me. [ He's got her trapped with hugs and direwolves, she ain't going anywhere. ]

Robb Stark

[uncurse]

I'm sorry I never got the chance to meet her. Who will you and Arya be staying with?

Emma Swan

[wolfskin]

[ He suddenly feels a pang of guilt, for in his grief he had almost forgotten Henry. The pup is as much family as his blood sister. ]

As am I. [ His tone soften from the harsh lord voice he used with others. ] We are to stay with each other. [ For Starks are too paranoid and untrusting to stay with others. ] Plans were made for a house outside of the castle, we will be keeping to those plans.

written

[peacockherald]

I am sorry, Your Majesty.

I did not speak to her often, but when I did, I always came away feeling she was a fine lady of the realm.

[wolfskin]

[ Robb does not respond, the grief is too fresh and sharp like the blade of the promised sword. Every word of condolence he spies feels as empty as the last. ]

King Robb

[ensorceler]

I am most sorry for your loss, Your Grace.

[ Especially after what was suggested, and all. But hey she can relate. ]

Anne Boleyn

[wolfskin]

[ By this time he has grown tired of condolences, he almost thinks to throw the journal out a window or allow his wolf to tear it to pieces. But Anne's voice stays his hand. ]

...Thank you, my lady. [ His voice rings hollow, devoid of the proper emotions. He cannot ignore her but to nor can he not feign warmth in his voice. ]

Robb

[heloise]

[ She knows only a fraction of what loss her children feel, but Cat was a kindly maternal figure for her too. First Elizabeth and now her. ]

I promised her and Alayne dresses to wear for dinner. I wish I had been faster with my invitation.

Lucrezia

[wolfskin]

[ Her words bare no condolences and for that Robb feels relieved, he cannot handle another he thinks. ]

I can come in my mother's place if you still wish to have your dinner, Alayne would enjoy your company. [ As would he. ]