The candles lit up the big tent, making a dimmed and calm atmosphere. War and chaos was still outside the four walls of the tent, but it was as we had forgotten it, while we laid there tangled up in each other. If only this could last forever. I looked upon a smiling Robb. "Are you scared?" His smile slowly disappeared. "Scared to death." "Good, then you're not stupid." He chuckled and caressed my cheek. Robb gazed into my eyes, smiling. "What?" I asked. "Marry me." Robb's voice was serious. "Yeah, right. Funny one, Robb." I joked. "No, I mean it. Marry me." He still had the same serious tone. I sat myself up a little, making me look down at him. "Now you're being stupid, Robb!" I frowned. His hand gently grabbed my hand, but I pulled away. "You said you didn't want me to marry the Frey girl." "Yes, I did, but you agreed to marry one of Frey's daughters in change of crossing the bridge." "I don't need that bridge anymore, but I need you." His eyes begged for a yes. I stayed quiet for a while, before responding. "I want you to promise something, if I'm going to say yes." "Okay?" "I want you to promise me that you'll let me fight by your side." "You're one odd lady." He shook his head. "But, fine." He finished. Grinning at Robb, I closed the gap between us, kissing his soft lips. "Yes, I will marry you." I whispered between our kisses. "Come here." He laughed and switched place with me, making him on the top. "Again?" I laughed, as he began biting my neck gently, mumbling a yes against my skin.
"Robb! A raven…" Theon shouted, storming in to Robb's tent, but quickly turned around when he met the sight in front of him. "You can't just come storming inside, Theon." Robb said resigned. Both of us got up from bed and started to get dressed. "Finally grew the balls I see." Theon laughed. "Yes, and they are twice the size as yours." I said mocking. "Kind as always, Lady Karstark." Theon answered sarcastic. "Now, what does it say?" Robb asked, walking up and taking the paper from Theon. He stood there quite, clenching his jaw as he read. Tears began to fill his eyes and he curled the paper in his hand. "Robb?" I asked with a worried voice. He looked at me, but stormed quickly out from the tent. "Robb, wait!" I shouted after him and began to follow. "No, he needs time for himself." Theon stopped me. "What did the paper say?" He looked down at me with angry eyes. "It's Lord Stark. He's dead. Joffrey beheaded him." An anger was filling my body. "Damn the Lannisters. I'll cut Joffrey's throat myself." "I'll join you with that." Theon said. "Hah, we hate one person more than we hate each other, that's a progress right?" We looked at each other and laughed. My relationship with Theon was a bit chaotic, neither liked each other very much, but if it was something we agreed about, it was to support and make Robb happy.
Robb had been gone all day, grieving over his dead father, but now he was sitting among the other northern lords, looking like nothing had happened. He had to put on a strong face in front of the others; however deep in I knew he was hurting. "The proper course is clear: Pledge fealty to King Renly and move south to join our forces with him." One of the lords said to the people gathered in the room. Many nodded their heads in disagreement, including my grandfather and me. "Renly is not the King." Robb spoke up. The lord stood there looking shocked at Robb. "You cannot mean to hold to Joffrey, my lord. He put your father to death." Robb stared at the lord in front of him. "That doesn't make Renly King. He's Robert's youngest brother. If Bran can't be Lord of Winterfell before me, Renly can't be King before Stannis." "Do you mean to declare us for Stannis?" The lord was clearly annoyed. "Renly is not right!" Some other lord shouted. Lord Umber rose up. "My Lords! Here is what I say to these two Kings…" He said and spat on the floor. Some were cheering, other laughing. Umber continued; "Renly Baretheon is nothing to me, nor Stannis neither. Why should they rule over me and mine from some flowery seat in the South? What do they know of the Wall or the Wolfswood? Even their Gods are wrong!" Everyone laughed. "Why shouldn't we rule ourselves again? It was the dragons we bowed to and now the dragons are dead!" He drew his sword, pointing it at Robb. "There sits the only King I mean to bend my knee too… The King in the North!" He shouted and bowed. Robb rose from his seat. Others joined Lord Umber, bending their knee for the right King. At the end everyone had drew their swords, bending their knee as they were shouting; "King in the North" repeatedly.
Short chapter! Something you guys miss in the story? Wanting to know if there is something I can improve and so on. Thanks :)