Title: Wolf & I
Author: d0ntbleenk
Fandom: The Vampire Diaries x Game of Thrones
Ship: Kol Mikaelson/Faye Salvatore/Robb Stark
Rating: T

NOTE - Faye is a Salvatore and she was a good childhood friend of Robb's before he became King in the North.

The throne room was a mess - columns stood in near ruins, crimson blood splattered amongst the rubble on the once flawless stone floor. The room had been cleared of all slain bodies, but it still reeked of death. King's Landing had not seen this sort of turmoil since Jamie Lannister had murdered the mad king ages ago, and all of the blood that had been spilt was now on Robb Stark's hands.

Faye didn't know how long she had been sitting there. Minutes, hours, however long it had been since her soon-to-be husband had left now felt like ages. She ran her fingertips across her lips, trying not to think about the destruction that Robb had left in his wake, or the war that he had just walked into. She longed to be out there, fighting by his side, but one glance at the guards standing by the door every few minutes or so reminded her that escape was out of the question.

He'd made sure of that.

And she hated it.

Before she could start inwardly cursing her over-protective husband, however, the doors at the opposite end of the room suddenly swung open, revealing Robb himself, looking as worn as ever but walking with the easy grace and authority as he had when he'd left, sword in hand. Faye was on her feet at once, moving forward to greet him, but he walked instead to the throne - his throne, before turning to address the mass of people before them.

"This battle may have been won, but the war still rages on." Robb bellowed, making Faye cut her eyes to him in an instant, before narrowing slightly in confusion. "No Lannister shall pass through these walls again. And if they do - we will be ready for them." He rose his sword and the whole crowd erupted in agreement.

Faye took a moment to survey their audience. It was an array of people - many she had not seen before, but assumed were a part of the army he had assembled back in the North. But before she could evaluate each and every one of them, there was shouting and the sound of a struggle coming from the entryway to the throne room as almost half a dozen guards dragged in two people. Robb stepped forward almost immediately, brows furrowing.

One of the guards stepped forward, addressing him. "I apologize for the interruption, Your Grace, but we found these two in the stables. Hoping to get away with a pair of horse, I'm sure."

"They aren't Lannisters," Robb replied, looking from the guard to the captives and back.

"No, Your Grace, but I assume they were loyal to them as they tried to run when we found them," the guard explained. Faye rose a brow, glancing up at her soon-to-be husband briefly before looking back at the new arrivals.

One of the captives was a woman with her long blonde hair in a single plait down her back, though frizzy from the rain, and about the same age as herself; the other was a young man with dark hair and even darker eyes that bore into Faye's brown ones. It was almost unsettling. Almost. Faye swallowed, quickly looking back at Robb, waiting for his verdict.

Before he could come to a final conclusion, however, a man from somewhere in the crowd spoke up. "Mikaelsons!" Robb's eyes found the man instantly, and he struggled to clarify. "Pardon me, Your Grace, but I recognize them. They are of the Mikaelson family - there were five of them... one was the hand of the king when Joffrey was on the throne... that one there" - he pointed to the man still struggling against the guards restraining him - "was a knight."

"Thank you for that... enlightening information," Robb replied finally, and Faye watched as his eyes darkened, falling on the Mikaelsons again. His grip on his sword tightened. "But I have no use for anyone that aided in holding my sister hostage -"

"Robb!" Faye hissed, grabbing his arm before he could get far. "Think about what you're doing. Do you really want to begin your reign as King with more blood on your hands?"

"What do you think you're doing -"

"Trying to salvage some of the person that I grew up with," she replied, her eyes searching his. He had changed so much since then. With a sigh, she shook her head. "He wasn't as heartless as you are now. In fact, he was the complete opposite."

Robb clenched his teeth. "Well if you're so concerned about these two" - he nodded towards the Mikaelsons - "then they'll be your problem." Robb turned back to the congregation, addressing it directly. "The girl will be handmaiden to the Queen, and the boy will be her personal knight - after I have seen just how good of a knight he was before. Until then, he goes to the dungeons."

And without further discussion, he turned and walked away. The small group at the back of the room erupted in shouts and another struggle as the young man was pulled away from his sister by the guards, but as he was dragged through the doors, his eyes found Faye's once more and she inhaled sharply.

She didn't know why, but even though he had been loyal to the Lannisters only weeks before, even as he disappeared around the corner and out of sight, she could feel herself being drawn to him.