004 -- voice;

[northerner]

It seems there are many from my world to be welcomed aboard after this past jump. If those of Westeros inclined to make their presence known, I would speak with all of you.

[ there's a pause. a direwolf's low whine can be heard, and robb exhales slowly. ]

And I'm sure it is already known, but the lady who called herself Aberdeen is no longer aboard.

[ and feed is cut. ]

Comments

[northerner]

[ NOT MUCH ]

Only the barest of details. There has been much else to occupy my time, and the lady Alayne was...unwell for a time. The matters of Westeros fell to the wayside.

[bruxisms]

[ yeah after his talk with Sansa... ]

Did they, now?

[ . . . ]

There is much to share, and I would not do so over this device. Yet as it stands, you no longer remain mine enemy, Robb Stark.

[ after all, a dead man is no enemy. ]

[northerner]

[ it is the most heartbreaking thing in the world perhaps, to see the relief wash over robb's face. it is such a boyish assumption, to assume that they were allies simply because they were not enemies, but robb cannot help but make that leap. he is so desperate for glad tidings. ]

I am glad of it. I had never wished to be an enemy of House Baratheon. It's good to know you accepted the offer I'd sent before you.

[bruxisms]

[ a slight frown as he moves his teeth from side to side. ]

It... was not your offer, but rather...


[ . . . ]

a wedding that gave us common cause.

[ again. not a lie. ]

[northerner]

[ stannis careful of your teeth. ]

Whose, if I may ask?

[bruxisms]

[ A frown. ]

That of a Frey girl's.

[ Draw your own conclusions there, Robb. ]

[northerner]

[ for a long moment, robb is silent. and so the young wolf weds, that far off thing that robb had always known would come to pass but never thought of as anything but an abstract. and so he would have a wife, and perhaps...

well, perhaps they should be happy. perhaps he would be a good husband and she a good wife. that is what he hopes. ]

Regardless of cause, the fact that you no longer name me an enemy is relief. In due time I hope you may name me an ally.

[bruxisms]

[ he frowns for a moment, perhaps. ]

Perhaps in due time, Robb Stark.

[ The boy would never be king, nor anything else. ]