ROBB V
As the day continued, Robb found himself distracted by his thoughts. In the future that was, he had been a King, not just of the North, but of the Riverlands as well! But the way Sansa had spoken, it sounded as though that hadn't been a good thing-but how could it not have been a good thing? Well, besides father dying-but maybe he could save father AND be King.
It was then that Emrik, Ser Rodrik's eldest squire delivered a hard blow to Robb's right side with his practice sword, jarring Robb back from his thoughts as he felt the wind get knocked out of him.
"Keep your focus, boy!" scolded Ser Rodrik.
In two years I could be your King-Robb wanted to say, but he didn't, seeing instead the wisdom in the old white beard's words. After all, a dead King did no one any good.
Robb wasn't surprised later when he visited Jon that Arya was there to greet him.
"Has he woken up yet?" asked Robb as he pulled up a small stool, one of the few pieces of furniture in the room, next to where Arya sat on Jon's bed.
"No. Father, Rickon, and Sansa have visited though."
"And Bran's been busy fighting with Mytan. How long have you been here? I didn't see you at the midday meal." added Robb
"I want to be here when he wakes up."
"Why?" asked Robb
"I've got something I need to tell him."
"Like what?"
Arya gave Robb a glare as if to tell him that it wasn't any of his business, but Robb simply smiled and said, "He's my brother too you know. You own him not just because you both share the Stark look."
"It's about his mother."
At news of this Robb remembered what he had heard only two days earlier from Jon's mouth:
I'm just a product of our father's sleeping with a salt wife to him. I can't go to the brothels, less I accidentally sleep with my mother!
Robb sighed before asking, "Well, are you just going to spring it on him, or are you going to tell him about how you found out?"
Arya didn't respond to Robb. Which meant that she had not considered thinking that far ahead.
"I mean you cannot say something to that effect without some kind of explanation. As far as he knows now, you're just regular old Arya. How could it be that you heard about this at Winterfell in the nine years you've been here, when he's been here for much longer and discovered nothing?"
"I could say I heard father whisper her name at his bedside."
"Did you hear it from father in the future?"
Arya shook her head.
"Then I wouldn't go putting words in father's mouth that he did not say."
Ary insisted, "But he deserves to know!"
"I agree, but first, let's tell him about the future."
Arya scoffed, "You know not what happens."
Robb gave her a chiding look, "Because certain people are not speaking their minds."
This did not seem to affect Arya one bit.
"Did I make a good King?" asked Robb as he pulled himself closer to her.
Arya spoke without looking at him, almost as if she didn't really consider him to be truly in the room, "I know not. I was... away from you."
"Well, what did you hear?"
Arya sighed before saying "You were a good leader of men in battle. They called you the Young Wolf."
"So I was a good King."
Robb could tell Arya seemed to be holding back some stronger emotion from coming through, by the way her breath trembled as she said, "For a time, I guess."
Robb was confused, "What mean you by that?"
Arya met his eyes and with a rage he had never known her capable of before, said "Never trust a Frey."
It was then that felt rather uncomfortable in the room, and so he left it to Arya. He didn't know exactly what the Freys had to do with anything, but he could surmise it was nothing good. When Robb returned to his room he found a surprise visitor there awaiting him.
"Theon…"