Robb Stark, first born son of Eddard and Catelyn and heir to Stark Importing.
Robb Stark, widower and single father.
Robb Stark, a man with no idea where his life is heading.
Robb Stark, a man in need of a miracle!
Robb steps of the jet and is met with the heat that accompanies Austin. Sweat almost immediately appears on his forehead. His auburn curls that adorn his forehead stick to his face like a child would stick cotton candy. He grabs his bags and strolls over to the town car his mother graciously pre-ordered for him. He settles into the backseat when his phone rings.
"Hello Jon!"
"Hello Robb! How is Austin?"
"Hot! Why did dad even send me here?"
"Because dear brother you are more level headed than me!"
"Did dad give any inkling as to why the Lannisters won't submit?"
"No big brother I'm afraid not!"
"Ok thanks! How is Jack?"
"Your son is fine! He is in company of the Stark women. He enjoys the attention. Now stop worrying! Bye Robb!"
"Bye Jon!"
Robb hangs up and closes his eyes and sees Jeyne.
He closes his eyes and remembers.
His beautiful wife, the mother of his child is cold, dead and decaying in a wooden box buried six feet in the ground. His sweet little boy so much like Jeyne, will never know his mother's warmth or smile. These are the things he loved most about his wife. He blamed himself no matter how much his family tried to calm his mind. If he was in that car instead of her? He was widowed and a single father. He was a man with no idea how to put one foot in front of the other.
The loud obnoxious blowing of the car horns outside broke through his quiet. He turns up the air conditioner and states blankly out the tinted window. It takes forty-five minutes for the town car to make its way through the congested downtown traffic of Austin. It takes another twenty for the hotel to come into sight. Robb thanks the big man upstairs for his safe passage, pays the driver a tip and ascends to his room where he can die in the sweet oblivion he calls sleep.
-END OF CHAPTER ONE-