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Who: Robb Stark & others
Broadcast: yes
Action: also!
When: Between the 29th of May and the 1st of June

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I wish to know who have been informed about the matters that will occur at the Twins.

You have my thanks.

Signed
Robb Stark

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[Robb Stark has been quiet after he has gotten the news from his siblings. Not that he forgot about his duties as head of security, not at all. He just gets up when people are still asleep and he returns when they are awake. The weapons inside the weaponry are always cleaned and so is the floor.

At night he sometimes sneaks out to get a bottle of soda out of the cold box, just so he could drink it until he had to piss and until his tongue would feel numb from all the tingles. Still, Robb is in no way a master in sneaking around. Eventually he will bump into a crewmate and eventually he should have conversations and eventually he would get questions...

Still, most of the time Robb is inside his room, not in a mood to be surrounded by people. Of course, he is sure he finally snaps out of it, like he also managed to stop sobbing over his father’s death to make plans to bring justice to those who caused it. He is also quite positive that he will finally manage to take action. To send letters to those who matter, to pick up his lady mother and throw her out of the window for the sake of her surviving a plunge into the Trident. Mayhaps he could thrust a knife through lord Frey’s twisted heart as some sort of revenge for such a vile scheme.

But for now he likes to spend most of his hours alone.]

[When Robb finds Theon he does not wait until the other would start his idiotic remarks. He approaches him fast with a grim expression on his face. Before Theon can speak Robb takes hold of his collar and shoves him against the wall of the ship.]

Do you wish to be forgiven for your treason, turncloak?

[He hisses the words as he speaks, looking Theon straight in the eyes.
Gods, he hopes the other says yes. And he hopes even more that he can trust him with this. Theon and trust barely go together in one sentence.]

[When he arrives he is rather quiet and he looks quite tired. His hair is a bit more messy than it usual is and it shows that he hasn’t slept well. In his hands he holds a couple of letters, carefully folded and sealed with wax from a candle. Above the seal he has scribbled the weapon of his house.]

Lady Granger... [He rolls his shoulders a little before he points the letters out to her.] ...I need you to...send these to Westeros. With...a spell. The way you explained me earlier. They need to be sent to different places.

[After those words he unfolds the piece of paper that is not a letter. He has drawn a map of Westeros onto it.]

I do not wish to hear about the impossibilities of it all. Unless it will not harm you I want to try. It is of great importance that we try. At the least.

[He would like it that his goodfamily would know of the disgusting pact lord Frey has made with Bolton. And his lady wife needs to be safe as well. And the rest of the North.]

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[Riona knows when someone is trying to avoid others. Maker knows she's done enough of that herself lately. And for a time, she decides to leave Robb be. To go up to him and try to talk would feel hypocritical at best.

But eventually her worry wins out. Hypocrite or not, she would rather risk being one than let a friend go on who could possibly need someone to talk to.

She finds him during one of his kitchen excursions. Sleep eludes her half the time so she had come to get a drink as well. But this is not an opportunity she'll pass up.]

Ah ha. I have been blessed with the fortune of spotting the elusive Robb Stark.

[When Riona comes in he is gazing into the fridge, slightly mesmerised by the way it lights up when you open the door. How inventive.

Still he does hear Riona's voice.]

I believe you have. [He nods shortly before he takes a step back.] I do not know if that makes you fortunate, through.

Is being in your company suddenly a terrible thing? I did not hear about this particular turn of events.

[Her bare feet gingerly touch the cold metallic floor as she crosses the kitchen. She opens one of the cabinets to grab a cup.]

[Robb laughs a flat, joyless laugh.]

I am not in the best of spirits, my lady. [He just wants to hole up inside his room for a while so he can process this overload of information in silence.] I promise it will only be a matter of time.

So I gather. [Cup in hand, she goes to one of the dispensers and fills it with soda as well.] I am sorry for whatever troubles you. If you need an ear, I'd gladly lend one. Perhaps even two. [She smiles at her awful joke.]

[Robb fidgets with the cap of the bottle while listening to her words.]

It would not surprise if you’d already know. Everyone knows. Except for me.

[The words sound a little bitter.]

About what will happen in my future.

[His words leave her with a sharp sense of dread. She remembers what Dany told her, about how the Starks no longer occupied Winterfell. Truth be told, while she suspected what may have happened, she had no way of knowing for sure.

It seems she's to find out.]

I don't, actually. Bad news from the future, I take it?

[The future always seems full of it.]

[The look on Robb’s face is a dull one and he doesn’t believe her either. Everyone knows. Everyone and all their friends know. Except for him. And the more he thinks about it, the angrier he becomes. It made all the words he said and all the promises he made completely empty.

What can a dead man do? ]

Aye, bad news from future times. [He nods.] You know what it is. They all do.

I actually do not, Robb. [Mere guesses, but nothing certain.] The troubles your family has had... I know only bits and pieces. Your father's fate, Sansa's being a ward of the crown before she escaped... your other sister escaped early on, too, I think.

[She pauses, debating telling him the other piece she heard.]

...it was also mentioned that the Starks no longer hold Winterfell. Your home, no? But I know nothing of the details: how it came to be or what has happened to the family.

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[Robb presses his lips firmly onto each other, the frown on his face deepening more and more with every second that passes.]

And now there is nothing anymore. [His eyes darken as he says that.] No Winterfell and even less Starks. My lord father once said that there should always be a Stark in Winterfell.

[A shuddering sigh escapes his mouth.]

I need to be alone. If you will excuse me, my lady.

["And even less Starks."

So one of them is dead, at least. And given Robb's reactions and Dany's hints, it seems clear which one it is. Riona's heart breaks at the confirmation.

But what can she say, as he politely dismisses her like that? She swallows back her tears and nods.]

Of course.

[And she'll turn and leave as he asks. What else can she do?]

[Robb nods shortly, not being able to muster a thankful smile at this moment. He simply turns away from her and tends to preparing his food.]

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