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The air was sweet and still; it was early morning, and the sun was on the rise. Looking out from Riverrun, he caught the glare of the water, quickly turning faced with his Chambers. It was magnificent, nothing like his home or the westerlands itself. Each room felt as though it contained history that wanted to be known. He walked into the room where the fireplace engulfed him; the stone welcomed his boots with sound. Earning a sound from the bed, he turned to see her hair sprawled out across the bed. The sheets covered her figure, but her face was visible, a slender look with eyes closed off to the world. Her hair was brown like mud lying across the bed.

He slowly moved over towards the bed to not announce his arrival; as he passed the clothes littering the ground, he took care to slip off the boots. Then, hearing them land softly on cotton and stone, he rose sheets sliding into the bed. As he turned to lie next to Dacey, he saw her brown eyes staring at him.

"Where did you go?" She asked, looking at him with half-opened eyes. He raised his hand, brushing away a strand of hair, revealing her soft, plump lips and elegant cheekbones.

"I could not sleep; I didn't mean to wake you." Kissing her forehead as she snuggled up towards him, they laid there, her naked figure pushing against him. Wrapping his arms around her, he forgot about everything, only wanting to stay here with her.

She raised her head to look at him, making eye contact. They passionately kissed; it lasted for seconds as always. They were quite a couple.

"Raynald, we don't have time for this," she said weakly between their kisses. "We need to go and prepare to leave." she struggled to get out as he progressed to her neck, finally pushing him away, she rose. He looked at her, seeing her slender figure slowly armored being encased in garments.

It made him wonder about the first time they had met. He had been returning to Riverrun with King Robb. Then waiting he rode across the drawbridge, he saw her. Her hair was wild and free-falling, catching the sun. She wore leather armor and had a morningstar at her side. The sun shone down on her showing off her dark brown eyes and her beautiful face, then she smiled, and it seemed like the world was complete. After that glimpse of her, he knew that he wanted none other than her. She played on his mind night and day.

Finally, one day, he saw her practicing in the training yard. He proceeded towards her, ready to spar with her. The sparing did not plan for within minutes; he was flat on his arse with her over him. They continued throughout the day, and once night fell, he was confident to take the first step. He took the chance and kissed her, and it was reciprocated. They had ended up in his chambers, and that had started their romance. Every night from then onwards, they laid together.

He smiled, thinking about their short time together brought him happiness; she turned to look at him, finally clothed and armored. She looked like a fierce woman. To most people, she would seem such, but he saw her gentle and caring side to him.

"Raynald, we need to go," Dacey said as she looked out the window. He pushed away the sheets preparing to rise, standing; he began to walk over towards his trousers and blouse. Reaching for them, he began to kick the boots towards the armchair, receiving a glare from Dacey.

"Must you do that?" As she walked over, picking up the boots, "my sister Lyanna does that." This garnered a smile from him as he finished throwing on the shirt.

"Well then, I would love to meet your sister," he answered with a smile. She countered by punching him in the arm; beginning to lace his toruses, he saw her move to the cabinet. Opening the oak doors, she pulled out the tabard of House Westerling, throwing it his way without looking. Each time he was ready, she had done this numerous times, even pulling on his boots.

He reached for his house's heraldry feeling the cotton and the stitches; it was a gift from his mother on his last name day. It would be left here not to offend the Freys, begin close with Robb he was permitted to attend the wedding. He placed the tabard down once more, turning to see Dacey wearing the bear of House Mormont proudly. He walked over to her, enveloping her in an embrace, receiving her hands over his before he kissed her cheek. This could last a while, but a knock at the door brought them both back. Placing his head on top of hers, he wanted whoever it was to go away. Hoping that if he said nothing, the person might leave, but another knock followed by a voice.

"My lord Raynald, King Robb, request your presence." The voice was that of his squire Rodrick, a boy of ten and two summers. He opened the door with a creak to peer, opening it only at a crack he could see the bed empty.

"Rodrick, go tell the knights to prepare to move out." The door closed after hearing his lord's words; he turned to look at Dacey, who was already heading towards the door. Not even bothering to argue with her, he knew that other than himself, she would follow her kings' orders without question.

He entered into the main chambers of Riverrun, seeing present was Catelyn Stark, Brynden 'The Blackfish' Tully, Edmure Tully alongside other northern bannermen. This was his trusted council, those who had been through thick and thin with him. He felt honored to be counted among those present; he felt Dacey's hand reach for him as they threaded their fingers together. Robb stood in the middle of the room, turning towards Brynden; he was closing the doors. His hand was grasping the handle of his blade; Robb turned to face the gathered lords and ladies.

"My Lords and Ladies, I have gathered you here today to discuss something of importance." The room began to look at King Robb with a look of confusion and suspicion; these were seen mainly by his brother Rollam and the remaining Karstark forces.

Robb pulled a piece of parchment from his fur coat, throwing it on the table in front of him. "This was sent by raven by my sister; it states that lord Roose Bolton has released Jamie Lannister." The room began to boil with rage from all present; unsure of what to say or do, he did nothing.

"I then received this from the spider," said well, throwing another letter. "This one claims that lord Roose Bolton and the Freys have agreed to massacre us at the wedding."

The room went deathly silent; a shiver went up to his spine, making him shudder. The room had become colder than it had been; Robb stood there silently waiting for everyone to register. The first to regain their composer was Greatjon Umber, he took a step forward, and the fire in his eyes was plain to see.

"This treason can not go unpunished," he said as he turned, implying those to agree. "We named you the King in the North, for you were the man we need, for the Boltons and Freys to become turncoats." A loud agreement traveled around the room, bouncing off the walls. He to was a vociferous supporter of Robb. He pushed through the gathered lords to stand before Robb and his family; feeling a bit out of his depth, a hand suddenly encased his hand, seeing Dacey behind him.

"I was not present when you were named King in the North, but I will gladly follow you, my King." Saying the final words as he began to bend the knee, feeling a sudden flow of wind, he turned to see Dacey and others bending the knee.

Slowly the higher lords began to chant, 'King in the North, this was taken up by the others within the room. Robb was standing taller than he had been with a cold, stern gaze. Then, waiting for the lords to finish, he beckoned for them to rise.

"My lords, we are going to bring justice to the Freys and Boltons; what has happened in this room will not be discussed again. We will march on the twins like the wedding is to continue, but everyone must be ready for any treachery."

Most lords were nodding well; others were broadening over the orders; it was not very honorable yet, nor was attack innocent men. Bryden moved out of the corner of his eye, opening the door. Robb began to walk towards the exit leaving all those present to prepare the journey to the Twins. The sound of people shuffling out of the room echoed down the corridors; he and Dacey walked out together hand in hand. Going down two halls, they were eventually walking alone towards soldiers' camp; the air was warmer now with the sun piercing through windows and stone.

Passing servants and other Knights moving around Riverrun, Dacey was the first to enter through the doorway heading towards the gatehouse. Raynald looked up at the gatehouse seeing the direwolf of House Stark and the trout of Tully; walking past the men on duty, he could see the dozens of flags shimmering in the camp. The colors of Northern and Riverland houses intertwined; even from afar, the camp looked alive with thousands moving around.

The ground was muddy and unkempt with the recent weather and movement in and out of the castle; it became a disgusting mess under his knees with watery mud. Though Raynald was struggling to walk, Dacey was unfazed by the terrain, striding like normal. The tents slowly grew in size as they got closer; Dacey remained focused on reaching the camp. Raynald was trying to keep pace with her, but the ground engulfed him; she was first to reach the perimeter; a mix of soldiers from the houses was stationed as sentries. Seeing a soldier of his retinue, Raynald gave him a simple nod which was returned.

Having entered into the tent city outside of Riverrun, he lost sight of Dacey, believing that she would be off to inspect her soldiers and prepare to depart for the twins. Raynald was planning to do the same, his rather small retinue, only bring a handful of knights and seventy men-at-arms. Walking down corridors of tents, all tents looked the same, with a handful having flags waving nearby. Then, passing by the flags of Umber, Flint, Blackwood, and other houses which were not known to him, finally walking down another line of tents, he saw the sigil of seashells flying high and proud.

Many looked away from their tasks to acknowledge their lord, getting into view of the figures wearing the seashell tabard. Raynald received nods and had short conversations with some of the knights before entering a large pavilion. Seeing a table with letters and a map outlying the war effort, moving around the tent was his squire, Rodrick.

"My lord, I have packed all you will need for the journey," Rodrick said well, moving equipment around the tent, not stopping to look at his lord.

"Rodrick, I need you to assemble the knight captains and the Sergeants," Raynald asked his squire; Rodrick quickly stopped what he was doing to bring the men. He walked over towards the chair in the corner of the room to wait, thinking about the nights he had spent with Dacey.

The kings' orders still played around in his head; it was rather unusual for him to believe information from the capital, least of all from the spider. But the news from his sister was most of all strange, how or when did she have time to still a raven and send the letter. Raynald knows that Robb has two sisters, but they had only heard from Sanas; nothing had been heard about Arya; though they hid it, he knew it worried Catelyn and Robb.

His thoughts were interrupted by the flap of the tent opening as the soldiers entered the tent, rising to greet the men he knew these men were loyal to him. As he walked towards the table, pushing away the letters, starring at the men present.

"Let us begin."