28 ROBB III

I was alright, apart from an aching pride, nothing was permanently damaged. Jon's elbow didn't break my nose but I just have a nasty bruise and it hurts like hell and the worse was the applied ice on it gave me the worst headache ever

It was shameful, to be disgraced like this, out powered and thrown to the muddy floor in front of all your men but it was more shameful to call your brother a bastard. I felt ashamed, I remember his eyes widened in this childish terror when he heard it. This was the moment the demure Jon changed, mother said he just showed his true nature but I knew better. I saw this terror countless times during our childhood but the solemn boy became a vicious swordsman. It was humiliating to lose thus to Jon

I used to be the stronger one with the more prowess and aggression in combat, I didn't thought I would be defeated like this

All around him urge him to punish Jon but Alys said in her defiant way "why so, your grace, you are the one who asked for it!"

Despite her obvious gloating over him, what she said was the truth. He can't punish him in an overt way. He won't make a martyr out of him.

He will wait and Jon will make the mistake, he won't call him bastard again. He doesn't want to sink that low. He stripped him of everything in a blink of an eye but still uttering that insult to Jon's face was worse than anything he did to him. Maybe because he knew father would have never condone it

Maybe father wouldn't have agreed with the way Jon was treated in Winterfell now but he wouldn't also agree of Jon's ambition. Since their early years, they were treated equal but with an obvious distinction. There was always the fact that he was the heir, the next lord of Winterfell. He was taught strategy, attended his father meetings with northern lords, trained for competitions, things were never asked of Jon and Jon knew it and never complained.

He was only protecting what was his.

He wanted Dorea, he wanted to feel her, to touch her, to feel himself inside her. He felt like a caged direwolf, restless and angry. The urge was overwhelming

He made a trivial excuse and left, Alys didn't object or most probably didn't care. In a matter of minutes, he was in Dorea's arm kissing her fervently with her reciprocating every touch. She was even more eager

Hot passion drowned him, numbing his senses till he took her in a most violent way producing the most scandalous moaning and begging from her hot lips. She loved it that way, he knew it and this was the only relief he could have these days

He returned to his solar spent and relieved from the day's horror. Alys looked to him in contempt as if she knew what he was doing and coldly informed him that Jon came to apologize

Fuck you and Jon!

He was reconsidering his leniency with both of them, maybe he should be stricter with them. She seemed to favor Jon over him and an idea was born in his head, if he caught them together, all his problems will be solved, Baelish can help with that, he almost offered something like that before. And then he can have Dorea all he wants, give the Lannister whore to Gendry and get him off his back and most importantly get rid of the only man who can win him in a spar, the man who still called "your grace" by servants and small folk

Gods, what was he succumbing to? He was better than that, no he wouldn't do it, he would never do it but he will wait Jon's mistake and will crush him then.

He poured himself a cup of Arbor gold even if it was early in the day then another and another. It seemed he won't stop anytime soon

After a while, he couldn't exactly tell the time after all those cups, the page came to ask for permission for Jon Snow to have audience with the king. Robb gave a wave of his hand and Jon was admitted

Jon was tense, his head bent and his cheek red from embracement. It was almost simultaneous that hegot to his knee and Robb raised his hand for him to kiss it

"I am ashamed your grace, please forgive me, I never meant….. I mean I would never…. I don't know what to say, are you fine, Robb? ….your grace? I am at your mercy"

"Should I punish you Snow?"

Jon replied solemnly from his place on his knees "Whatever his grace sees fit, I am his obedient servant"

"It's not your first time to raise a hand on royal, maybe I should flog you as well"

Jon's face showed his hurt at the mockery but no rebellion, only contrition "As you command your grace" and with the final kiss on his hand he felt the tear

Jon started to stand but he grabbed his face and got down to his knees as well "you wanted to kill me Jon?Answer me! You wanted me dead, you wanted my throne"

"No no no, you are my king and my brother whatever happened Robb"

He believed him, and it's sad. It would be much easier if Jon was the greedy villain they wanted him to be

He resisted the urge to hug him. He searched the grey eyes, his father's eyes, for the truth, but there was hesitance, uncertainty and fear

He raised him roughly and slammed him to the wall "What's it Jon? What are you hiding?"

The truthful eyes told him but Jon's mouth kept on denying it

"Nothing your grace, you are my king now and always. It was an innocent mistake, I want nothing. I sometimes confuse training with war battles, it meant nothing"

He slammed him again with more force "You are lying, Jon, what are you hiding?"

Jon was silent, neither objecting nor resisting. It was Alys who tried to get between them and free Jon "you are hurting him, can't you see the blood Robb, what's wrong with you"

But he was certain, he can read Jon very well. He pushed her away rather harshly and slammed Jon again with monstrous power, he was the strongest among them and Jon was not fighting back, his face was streaked with tears and he can see blood at the wall

Jon winced and spoke at last "I didn't betray you not even in my dreams" and he took a deep breath and confessed "Lya is increasing, I didn't know how to tell you, nothing more"

He let go of Jon unbelieving, he suspected a blow from the right, came a mightier one from the left. He looked to Alys accusingly. She was stunned by the amount of violence she just witnessed but she was the first to had her senses back

"Congratulation, Jon Snow"

Seven hells, that's what I was needing, the old king got a prince and my land is still infertile. Fuck you Jon Snow with your endless troubles