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~ UncommonNonsense
Robb POV:
Robb Stark padded through the cozy warm halls of the castle Winterfell. His faithful companion Grey Wind, his direwolf, trotted by his side, ready to protect him is the moment should arise. Robb walked with a hand on his sword hilt, the other swinging by his side. He walked to the balcony that the hall led to and looked down. Below him, servants prepared for the arrival of the search party Robb and Lady Catelyn Stark, his mother, had deployed earlier that day to see if there were any scouts nearby. The Lannisters and their bannermen had developed a habit of sending scouting parties toward them, and Robb did not enjoy the thought of the Lannister's spies knowing the Stark's every move. In these days, one could not be too cautious.
Robb heard the drawing of a gate, the clinking of chains, and a slow creaking sound as the door was lifted to the castle. He peered down as a group of his men, lead by Theon Greyjoy, trotted through the door. In the cart behind them sat several chests full of gods-knew-what and behind the chest six people sat with sacks over their heads. Four were dressed in the Lannister guard garb, crimson and gold armor and capes with the Lion sigil. The other two appeared to be women. One was wearing thick purple cotton dress with a cotton gold cape flung over her shoulders for warmth. The girl to her right wore a stunningly rich purple silk dress, with a heavy black fur cape draping over her small frame, complete with a gold lion clasp at the center of the cape. Luscious blonde waves peaked out from behind the sack over the girls head, and Robb could only wonder who his men had brought home.
Lord Robb Stark arrived down in the commongrounds. His men bowed to him.
"M'lord," said Theon, "we caught this party with six other soldiers, who we killed, riding away from Winterfell. They are yours and your mothers and Ser Cassel's for interegation and imprisonment or death." Theon stepped aside escorting his horse to the stable boys. Ser Rodrick Cassel stepped forth to exam the captives with Robb. They pulled the sacks off of all the heads, including the girl with the golden hair, whose sack was pulled off by Robb. When he saw her face, he had to force his mouth shut so it did not hang ajar. He gazed upon a face of true beauty. The girl had ocean blue eyes, some of the brightest, clearest, and most beautiful he had ever seen. As her eyes stared him down, they moved like blue fire. Her cheeks were rosy and dewy and her skin seemed to glisten. Though she had a cloth bound around her mouth, he could see her teeth, white and perfectly straight. Her hair cascaded down her back, in large golden waves. He could not take her eyes of her.
"M'lord?" Ser Rodrick asked. Robb tore his gaze away and looked at Ser Rodrick.
"Yes?"
"Who should we talk to first?"
"Let's put the men in the dungeon, well guarded, and have the two women escorted to the throne room. I wish only Lady Catelyn, Bran, Theon, yourself, Maester Luwin, and I to be there while we talk to them. That is all." Robb marched up the castle steps to go and fetch his brother and mother. All the while he continued to ponder the identity of the mystery girl he was about to address.