We're Riding Solo

[digthefuzz]

Who: The crew of the Huntress and any visitors!
Broadcast: Nope!
Action: The Huntress!
When: From now-ish until later-ish?! Go nuts!

[Time to get away from the icy ravages of the planet? Or see what happens when the Huntress tries to make the Kessel Run in 12 parsecs? All your threading needs are here!]

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[kingofbadlifechoices]

[Robb’s eyes widen a little at his sister’s words. There were rumors that Arya had been lost. Sometimes I feared her dead.]

She escaped? Or did they kill her? [She would not survive outside King’s Landing. There was chaos everywhere. A little girl like her would stand no chance. So he sighs deeply and bites his lower lip.] Gods be good...she must be dead.

[steeledskin]

[ there is reproach in her eyes that he should ever suggest something so morbid. must be dead, indeed. except didn't sansa already believe that in her heart?

but, instead, she shrugs. ] I cannot say. Except that had she been killed by King Joffrey he would have -- [ her voice stalls. pain overcomes her expression. ] He would have delighted in proving so, brother. So I pray instead she escaped.

[kingofbadlifechoices]

[She is dead. It is all he thinks and he can feel guilt tightening his chest. Of course, he could not march for King’s Landing within a day. But he should’ve traded the Kingslayer.

Now she was gone.]

If Joffrey is dead it would be rather difficult to take his head. [He could take the capital, that is for sure. But only if he would call forth all his men. Make more allies. Still, Robb believes that he can do it. As stressful as it might be.] But I will march to the city and I will bring them to justice. [He has no desire to sit on the Iron Throne but he’ll see about that when he will stand in front of it.]

[steeledskin]

[ -- she wishes she had the courage to beg him off his quest for justice. but what would it matter? regardless of any of their choices, robb stark dies at the twins. ]

I believe in you. [ breathless and sad. ] I think I always have. You will not disappoint us.

[ even in death. ]

[kingofbadlifechoices]

[Those words cheer him up a little and his eyes seem to become much brighter for a moment. It is important that he hears that, if only to clear the guilt that makes his heart feel so heavy.]

Thank you, Sansa. [An uncomfortable sort of laugh escapes his mouth.] It pleases me to hear such a thing. I will not let you down, I promise you that.

[He curls his fingers around his hand, squeezing lightly.]