This is a bit of a bad chapter to be honest. A very scary chapter for our heroes- not for us but youmight get a little bit worried for our heroes.
Hope you enjoy
~Jas
The last thing she remembered was going downstairs to eat. She and Robb had woken up and talked for a few hours before he said he needed to go and talk to Ser. Clara had nodded and said that she loved him. And then she got dressed... and... She couldn't remember. Walking down the satirs- that's right. Walking down the stairs when she felt someone grab her...
Now she was in complete darkness... somewhere. She didn't know where exactly she was. But she knew she could feel vibrations in the floor. She was in a moving vehicle of some kind. And that it was night time. How long had she been out? A few hours? 12 hours? She checked her watch and confirmed 13 hours. She had woken at 6pm, gone to eat at 9pm and now it was 10pm... She coughed and heard someone talking.
"When we get her to her Ladyship, then- and only then- can we hold her for ransome." Ransome? Clara wondered if she had heard correctly. Ransome? She had been kidnapped for a ransome? She tried moving but found that she had been trussed up. She tried movig her hands but rope bound them and her feet too. She held her head in her tied hands. What would Robb be thinking? Did he even know she was gone?
"I want her found! She is my wife!" Robb yelled across at his advisors. They all looked at each other. Robb walked around the table to each of them. "My Clara needs me! She is carrying my child and if you do not wish to be sentenced to death or a life of servant work I suggest you find her before she or our child is harmed!" Robb spat. The men gulped. Ser stepped forward- the only one not afraid of Robb's temper.
"She is with child, my Lord? But are you sure that it is yours?" Ser immediately regretted asking the question when Robb looked up- steely eyes set on Ser.
"How dare you... How dare you think that my wife is a common whore! How dare you think that she has been anywhere but my arms for the past month! She is my wife and I love her! And she loves me! So go out and find her before I kill you!" Robb dismissed his men so that they could go and find Clara. He would search himself... but he needed a moment. Clara loved him... and she was carrying his child... how would she be able to cope? He held his head in his hands. Time to find his wife. Before they killed her.
Clara opened her eyes... daylight. She could now see that she was in a cage like wooden structure on top of a cart, being pulled by two horses, with two men. The spaces between the wooden slats of her 'cage' ween't large, so Clara couldn't see much through them. She pulled herself to sit against the wall. She started knawing at her bindings but finding that they were tough and that her teeth weren't strong enough. She sighed, placing her bound hands over her stomach. She worried for the little boy or gilr inside there. She worried whether she was going to be killed before Robb found her. Don't be ridiculous! You've got out of bigger scrapes with the Doctor. Clara mused. But you weren't carrying the baby of your King of the North husband you stupid idiot! She thought.
Robb mounted his horse and looked at Gwion. Gwion was the Blacksmith of the twn and the only man willing to secretly try to find Clara with him- without his men knowing. He didn't want them to know in case they insisted he stay. He needed to save Clara himself!
Hope you enjoyed, R+R