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[Robb has been asleep for the better part of seven days. He'd been stitched up and left to rest, with Grey Wind ever faithfully guarding his bed while he slept. In between bouts of wakefulness, Carson would try to explain this place to him. They were in a castle that's like no other castle he's ever heard of, and it grants wishes only to take other things away. It very possibly brought him back from the dead.

Upon waking up this morning, he realized he was no longer so drowsy, and he was more alert than he'd been since he'd arrived. Finally, it was time to get answers to the questions he needed and dreaded. He wasn't yet strong enough to write for any length of time, but Carson had mentioned he could talk to the journal and it would find its way to people's ears. So he did.]

I was told this castle brings into it people of many worlds. If we are, in fact, so many then there's a possibility that there's other people from my world as well. I come from the Seven Kingdoms of Westoros; if it is familiar to you then please respond. I have...questions of great importance to ask.

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I wasn't aware he had any children.

You would not be the only one. But I suppose it couldn't hurt. Can you come to me? I am a bit impaired at the moment.

I am his bastard daughter. [And this is the first pang of guilt that really makes her write this out slow. Perhaps it was because Catelyn and Arya insisted she wasn't. But Robb couldn't see or hear her, he had no way of knowing.]

Of course, my Lord.

And he brought you with him to the Eyre? He doesn't seem the kind. What of your mother?

I am in the clinic.

He is all that I have had for some time. He's watched me closely.

I will be but a few, ser. [She needs to somehow compose herself. He would recognize her anywhere, but especially without her dark hair, her loss as it was called.]

I am not surprised. He watches everyone closely, or so I've heard.

I will await your arrival, my Lady. [It's not like he could go anywhere.]

He knows how to survive. He has taught me well.

Please, your Grace. I am but a bastard. We will talk when I reach the infirmary. I shan't keep you waiting.

I do not doubt that, my Lady.

[After their conversation finishes, Robb puts his journal down besides them and tries to find a comfortable position to rest in. Grey Wind lays on the bed besides him, watching as people passed by.

Robb wasn't sure what to make of this girl, and he definitely didn't like her relation to Littlefinger of all people. But strange circumstances breed stranger allies. He should at least hear what she has to say.]

[It didn't take her long to get there, however she needed a few moments outside of the clinic, just to compose her. Her jaw was tight and her red hair flowing. He would easily know it was her. This is Sansa's brother. She repeated that in her head several times before entering the clinic and spotting him, head held high.]

[He spotted her almost instantly. And if he hadn't have recognized her on sight, Grey Wind most certainly would have. The direwolf leaped off the bed and trotted up to her in greeting. Robb relaxed back against his pillows and watched her for a moment. Their mother's words still echoed in his mind but he still couldn't quite believe them.]

Sansa. Or would you rather I called you Alayne?

[The sight of Grey Wind first was like a knife to the heart, but his words stung even more.]

Alayne, your Grace. [She stayed standing, not far from his bed. He must have come from the Red Wedding, to be there this long.]

Are you well?

[He face fell slightly before he closed off all expression. Emotions were at war inside him, the strongest being disbelief and anger. Why would she do this? Catelyn had told him, of course, but that didn't appease him in the slightest.]

I'm as well as could be expected. I take it you are well? [He eyed her coolly, but couldn't keep the slightest hint of wary concern out of his voice.]

Here? Yes. [She shifts at the way his eyes scan him. He watches her back. It had been years since she had seen him. He'd grown into a great man. Young still, but there was a surge of pride she had to stifle.]

Have you come from the Twins? [Yes, she knew.]

[He nods and seems to drift in thought for a long moment before he settles his gaze on her again. Her question doesn't altogether surprise him, but he can't help but feel relieved that she knew. He'd have hated having to tell her of his mistakes, his failure.]

I do. And you've come from the Eyre. How is Aunt Lysa? [He's not particularly interested, but he'd rather talk about her than that...other thing.]

[Her jaw tightens at his question, resuming a very much resolved look that Alayne often carried.]

Dead.

[He blinks, his face caught somewhere between shock and irritation.]

And how did that come to be?

[She doesn't fidget, head up and eyes looking forward.]

She tried to kill me. Lord Baelish stopped her.

[Emotions flash through his eyes, almost too fast to get a grip on. There was still anger there, but also something...softer, kinder. A part sympathy, another part worry. And maybe a bit of concerned love.]

And why would she do that?

[It was easier to duck this question with Catelyn, but Robb asked it so bluntly. Still, how could Alayne tell him? Well, Alayne would have no trouble telling the once king. But it was Sansa's brother, and she couldn't lie to him.]

I will not lie to you, my Liege, but please do not ask me that. It has been years since I have last laid eyes upon you and much has changed.

[He nearly bites his tongue to keep from taking his frustration out on her. It wouldn't be fair to her, but he didn't like being in the dark.

Instead he sighs and brushes a hand through his hair.]

So it has. What can you tell me?

I do not know where to start. [She moves to sit beside him.]

Joffery is dead. I was smuggled out of the city by Petyr. None know my true identity. Lysa did not recognize me until it was told to her. [She takes a slow deep breath. The facade is momentarily dropped.]

I have faced much, too much to tell our Lady mother and Arya is so young. Exactly like the day Lord Stark was killed. Our father. They do not understand.

[Despite his unspoken agreement not to ask her any more about it, something stands out to him that can't be ignored.]

Lysa tried to kill you, despite knowing who you are?

She tried to kill me because of who I am. [Essentially. Baelish wanted Catelyn, Sansa was very much everything that Catelyn was, and now Baelish wanted Sansa.]

It is not safe for me to bare our name. Not anywhere, not even here. It's a game, Robb. And we are all just pieces.

Why not here? What danger can come to us here that's different from any other danger everyone else faces? This place seems to be bringing our family back together.

There are Lannisters here. I saw Ser Jaime with my own eyes. [And it shook her.]

I am Sansa no longer. [Though it was nice to be her with him.]

I never doubted you. Even as Joffrey boasted that he'd give me your head.

[His teeth grind together at the thought of Jaime Lannister being anywhere near her.]

Even so, he's just one man.

[That gives him pause, and looks away from her.] Perhaps you should have.

written; [Alayne Stone]

written; [Robb Stark]

written; [Alayne Stone]

written; [Robb Stark] did you want to action it?

written; [Alayne Stone] sure!

written; [Robb Stark]

written; [Alayne Stone] -> action

assuming this is after Catelyn told him?

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