002 -- broadcast mind;
The air is cold, so cold Robb's breath comes in white puffs, and his knuckles are white, but not from cold. He grips his reins tightly, for he is afraid and his hands shake--means you're not crazy, Theon Greyjoy tells him, but he is his father's son and he is a king and he rides into battle and he cannot be afraid now--so he grips the reins so tightly that the leather creaks beneath his fingers.
When he opens his mouth to speak to his men, the words come in snarls and barks, vibrating out of his chest to ring in the air. His men raise their swords and Robb throws back his head and howls, like a wolf, like a direwolf and when he wheels around on his horse he finds he is not riding at all, but running, running into battle on all fours, growls ripping out of his throat as he bares his teeth. And he is stronger and faster and men fall before him, fall under his teeth and the power of his jaws.
There is snow and blood beneath his paws but neither troubles him. The battle has been won, and the Kingslayer is knelt in the dirt before him, beaten and bloody. Robb snaps at his, a sharp click of fangs to cut off the insolence spilling forth from Jamie Lannister's mouth, and his men drag him away.
There is much celebration and cheer, and Theon Greyjoy sinks a hand into the scruff of fur at Robb's neck and tells him that songs shall be sung of their valor this day. And then all grows silent as his men bring forth to him an Iron Crown and place it around his neck. The weight is great, and Robb buckles and sinks into the snow. They cheer and sing out his name and their voices fill the night air, and no one notices as the weight of it crushes Robb Stark away to nothing.
When he opens his mouth to speak to his men, the words come in snarls and barks, vibrating out of his chest to ring in the air. His men raise their swords and Robb throws back his head and howls, like a wolf, like a direwolf and when he wheels around on his horse he finds he is not riding at all, but running, running into battle on all fours, growls ripping out of his throat as he bares his teeth. And he is stronger and faster and men fall before him, fall under his teeth and the power of his jaws.
There is snow and blood beneath his paws but neither troubles him. The battle has been won, and the Kingslayer is knelt in the dirt before him, beaten and bloody. Robb snaps at his, a sharp click of fangs to cut off the insolence spilling forth from Jamie Lannister's mouth, and his men drag him away.
There is much celebration and cheer, and Theon Greyjoy sinks a hand into the scruff of fur at Robb's neck and tells him that songs shall be sung of their valor this day. And then all grows silent as his men bring forth to him an Iron Crown and place it around his neck. The weight is great, and Robb buckles and sinks into the snow. They cheer and sing out his name and their voices fill the night air, and no one notices as the weight of it crushes Robb Stark away to nothing.