It's not that he's tipsy. Oh no. He'd never do anything if he were tipsy. It just wouldn't be right. But he figures it's okay to have just a couple - sips of some ale, just for a bit of courage? Because there's something about her that seems to leave him tongue-tied. It was so easy when she needed protection, because that he knows how to do. But ( Read more... )

 His wedding night.

All right, his second wedding night, but he's no less nervous for this one. Perhaps even more nervous, because the stress was already out of the way the first time, and besides, Angelique is - different. He couldn't say how, if asked, but he knows that she is. As sure as he knows he is both terrifyingly happy and terrifyingly ( Read more... )

Today, Robb Stark is feeling young ( Read more... )

Robb feels guilty.

He feels guilty because he is engaged, and overjoyed to be engaged, but he can't help but remember an evening when he was drunk and happy, and a beautiful woman with red hair sat on his lap and laughed and kissed him and they made love, and he thought he'd never been so full of joy in his entire life.

But she had her way, and he ( Read more... )

He was trying to be a good boy! But he just - couldn't stay away any longer, and Robb Stark and his enormous wolf can be found in the late afternoon, wandering about and trying very hard to look purposeless and innocent and not up to anything. As anyone who has ever known a Stark may imagine, this isn't going very well, and involves a few too many ( Read more... )

After, no doubt, much persuasion and shoving and paternal orders, Robb is in his own bed, sleeping soundly, with a wolf across his legs and not looking too terribly dignified at the moment, sprawled across the double bed, the skin of his face already starting to peel where it was burned. Those who would like to speak to the young King in the North ( Read more... )

In typical dramatic teenage fashion, Robb is outside, emoing by the lake by pitching rocks at it, mouth set in a firm little line, eyes a little red but at least he's not actually crying. Just upset. Really upset. This morning? Has kind of sucked. And he has rope burns on his wrists. And isn't sure if he can go and consult his protectors yet, or ( Read more... )

The dusk today sees a young man outside, knee deep in a progressively deeper rectangular hole, looking annoyed, worried, and confused. Every so often he looks up and snaps something sharply to the pony-sized wolf pacing in taut circles above him, that seems to have something to do with what can only be a body.

Grey Wind's muzzle is still bloody and ( Read more... )

Robb woke up alone with his head pounding, so it took him a bit before he remembers properly what happened when he was so inexplicably drunk. And then he is on his feet and pulling on his clothes and looking frantically for Sugar, or one of his mentors, or anyone, really, who can give him some advice about what to do with this Terrible Crime he has ( Read more... )

Robb is married. Robb is a Stark. Robb always does the honorable thing ( Read more... )