My Queen,
We have reached Casterly Rock. Your tales do not make it justice, I must say. It is an impressive fortress, and I can now understand your reluctance in sieging it. Your cousin rules it efficiently, as if anyone could have expected otherwise. She managed to raise double the resources we expected.
I hope you reached Riverrun without any inconvenience, and that you gave my sisters all the love I sent with you. It saddens me greatly that I cannot be there with you all, but I hope you three can be enough company to each other until we can come back.
Every night, I miss your warmth at my side. Every day, I long to have you near me. In my dreams, I see you as you were the last time I saw you, with the sun in your eyes and that smile I long to kiss on your lips. I hope you think of me as I think of you and our children. Are they being good to you? Do they let you sleep, now that they have started to move?
I wish I could be by your side, but this is, sadly, more important now. I hope you can forgive me.
Yours,
Robb Stark, King in the North.
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Robb, my love,
You would weep if you could see your sisters. Sansa is more beautiful than ever; with a spine of steel she did not possess before, but suits her just as well. It saddens me to think what happened to make her so, but you should know she still laughs and enjoys life. Arya is still a wild thing, and she now has a sword to match. A parting gift courtesy of Jon, or so she tells me. Oh, how I wish I demonstrate a thing or two to her, but I must content myself with simply giving her advice.
I do think of you as you think of us. Every time I feel your children, I think of you. Every night, I say good night to an empty space on my bed, and I long for your return. I pray for this war to end, so you can come home. I pray for peaceful times, so you can meet your children and raise them to be good people.
Come home, husband, so we can all go to Winterfell, so you can reunite with your family at last.
I love you. Be careful. Be smart.
Your wife,
Cerelle Baratheon, Queen in the North.
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Cerelle,
The fighting has been brutal, but then again, as you well know, it always is. We have lost men, good men, and it saddens me to think it is all for the greed of one man.
I did not wish to be King. I was not born for it, but rather, I had it trusted upon me. I swore to myself, and to you, that night, that I would be a good king. That I would be just and strong, someone my brothers and sisters and my children could look up to, much like my Father.
He told me can only be brave when you are afraid. I find myself very brave, these days.
Tell me a story, next time you write to me. Give me something to smile about, for reasons are sorely lacking over here. I write to you from a ship, and I know not when I shall ever send this letter. King Stannis continues to prove himself a capable man fighting against the Ironborn, and every day I continue to yearn for home.
I want peace, Cerelle. I want to live with you and my family in Winterfell without war looming over the horizon. I want to hold my siblings again; I want to kiss my mother's cheek. I want to see my father's statue, to pay my respects to his bones even one time.
And I want to hold our children. I want to raise them, with you. I want to be able to look to them and find you in their faces.
I miss you. I want the war to be over.
Your husband,
Robb Stark.
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Robb,
I'm sorry. Theon is gone. We do not know where he has gone, if he hopes to go home and fight for his father, or if he has gone to meet you all.
Sansa swears he will fight for your side, but I can not be sure of it.
Be careful, Robb, I beg of you. Return to us.
Cerelle Baratheon, Queen in the North.
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My love,
Do you remember the dreams I told you about? I dare not put it into writing, lest I sound like a madman, but I know you must remember, even if it was a lifetime ago.
They keep coming back, but now I am not in Winterfell, and it is not birds I dream about. I wake with the taste of it on my mouth, and at night I dream I run as him.
I feel like I am losing my mind. I know not who to tell, else they think me mad. When I fight, it is like half of me is somewhere else. When I dream, I am not me. I long to see your face in my dreams, so I know they are mine.
We think the fighting might be over soon. How I wish that to be true. I expect our children might arrive soon. I wish I could be by your side that day, but you might have to conform with my sisters.
Are you well? Are they well? Please write good things to me, so I can take my mind off this nightmare I find myself living.
With all my love,
Robb.
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Dearest,
Oh, you don't know how much I wish to be there for you. I was speechless when I read the letter you last wrote me, but something then happened.
Arya read the letter. I think she hoped for news of the battles, but she was puzzled about your dreams.
You are not alone, my love. She has them too. In her dreams, she is Nymeria, free in the Riverlands, each day closer to Riverrun. She too wakes to phantom pains and phantom tastes.
And it came to mind, a few days ago. Do you remember how Rickon growled in his sleep? Do you remember his kicks at night, when he sneaked into our bed?
They are magic, your dreams, I am so sure of it, just as the ones you dream about are magic. We shall look into it when you come back, Robb, and find the answers you long for.
But you are not alone. You are never alone.
There are six weeks left, my love, and then our children shall arrive. I count the days until I can hold them in my arms.
I shall tell you something good, so you read can read it when you need it.
Sansa is making you a doublet in Stark colors. I must say, it is worthy of a King. She whispers your name in her sleep when she has nightmares, I found out recently, knowing somehow you will rescue her.
Arya wants to show you all her water dancing moves. She knows you will be proud of her and will not judge her for it.
And I. I love you. I await your return. I dream of you, and wake feeling empty. When I tell our children stories about you, they kick stronger than they kick for anyone else. I think they know your name already.
We are all waiting your return. I have not been able to communicate with Winterfell, but I expect they are just the same. Finish the fighting, and you get to be safe. I promise you. You just have to finish the fighting.
I love you.
Cerelle Baratheon, Your Queen.
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Cerelle,
The fighting is done.
We are coming home.
Robb.
