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[kingofbadlifechoices]

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


[Blue Fish]
[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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[Robb notices how his heart is beating in his throat. He is more scared than he has ever been and he can only hope that he is going a good job with covering that up with anger and harsh words.]

Very well. [A soft sigh escapes his mouth after Theon has given his answer. Is it relief? Is it some sort of hope?] Then we will talk. [He takes a step back and rubs his face. The entire news about his death and everything that will happen inside the Twins still makes his head spin and his heart heavy with an unbearable sort of sadness.

But, gods, there is no time to dwell on such things.]

Take me to your chambers. I rather not speak of it here.

[reek]

[ Theon almost looks grim as he brushes Robb's hands away from his collar and steps away, mind still blazing with a hundred worries.

You took his home. He swore to behead you should he find a sword. Is that how he means to express his forgiveness? By taking your life?

His mind is racing so quickly, it feels as if his head is spinning, but he manages to settle on one decisive thought: Would it really even matter? ]

Follow me.

[ He doesn't have to lead Robb very far, and he's grateful for that. Nobody likes a long, silent journey, and Theon is both eager and terrified to hear what Robb has to say. ]

If you wish to take my head, there are more suitable places.

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[Robb follows Theon quietly, his mind still working overtime. He hasn’t been sleeping since his siblings told him and because of that he looks quite pale.]

I will not take your head. Not if you swear to do what I tell you. [Chances are that it would kill Theon. Actually, the chances are big that Theon would not make it out alive. And he also knows that this is a big thing to ask for him and it would not surprise him if he would decline.

Thank the gods it is a short walk indeed and when the door shuts behind them he opens his mouth again, not planning to waste time with sadness or stammering. It is how it is.]

They will kill me. Lord Bolton will. At my uncle’s wedding at the Twins. I take it that you know? [Everyone bloody knows so why not Theon?]

[reek]

[ Theon's grim expression falters as a veil of shock covers his features. His eyes widen and the corners of his mouth turn down as Robb speaks.

What?

He can't believe what he's hearing. Surely he misheard. Surely Robb misspoke. Theon's stomach churns and he feels as though he might be sick. He might think it strange, Robb knowing about his own death when he's here, alive and unwounded, but both Jon Snow and Margaery Tyrell have already passed along information that Theon believes he should have already been privy to. Somehow, their timelines aren't adding up.

Is this my doing? If I had stayed, if I hadn't gone home-- ]

I--

[ His words fail him. All he can do his shake his head as he tries to get his tongue to work.

I should have been there. ]

I did not know.

[ It's all he can manage. ]

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[Robb studies Theon's face after he told him. He truly did not know? For real now?]

No one has told you? Or implied? [He rubs the back of his hand with his fingers.] Everyone bloody knows this, Theon. If Bran did not slip his tongue I would have never known and I would have never known how empty my words and promises actually are.

[Finally he silences again, swallowing away the bitterness of it all.]

Now you do. I truly become the King Who Lost The North. [The words are followed by a bitter sort of snort.] Lord Karstark had the truth of it all along.

[reek]

If everybody bloody knows, then how is it that I bloody didn't?

[ He snaps, shock turning into anger as his voice rises. His hands curl into fists and he grits his teeth, but he doesn't intend to throw a punch this time. Instead, he intends to brood. Half his life was spent with the Starks, and Robb was his best friend. There may be bad blood between them now, but why should that erase everything else?

I had a right to know. ]

Fuck Lord Karstark, then. Fuck being King. Your life is worth more than a crown and that hideous piece of iron in King's Landing.

[ It's a slightly hypocritical statement. Theon had tried so hard to fashion himself as the Prince of Winterfell, but he had never truly wanted a throne or a title. He sought only respect and favor, to be loved by his family and his people. Who knows what it may have cost him in the end. All respect and several fingers, for a start. ]

I swear to you, if I haven't also died, I will find Roose Bolton and I will kill him. Blood for blood.

[ That's, uh. That's a pretty heavy promise given what's going to happen. ]

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They must have told you! They must have!

[Still, Robb had not expected this response from Theon. He wishes he had because than he had not felt that familiar sting of tears behind his ears. Not everything is broken between them, they still remember each other fondly and apparently, somewhere, their bond lives on.]

I never wanted that. The Iron Throne. [Robb shakes his head while looking at Theon. It is very obvious that he is fighting back tears. Just now it is so important to stay firm.] War and death go hand in hand. I always hoped that if I would die...it would be in battle. Instead of that.

[He bites his lower lip before he rolls his shoulders.]

Aye. I wanted to ask that of you. To kill him. I cannot. But I refuse that the North suffers under the Dreadfort's rule. No Northman wants to bend the knee to a traitor. [Robb approaches Theon and places his hands on his shoulders, looking at him with a tired but serious look in his eyes.]

Blood for blood. [He couldn't have said it better.]

[reek]

[ Theon is currently living his life in uncertainty. He doesn't know what the future holds for him, or if he has a future at all. He doesn't know whether or not Robb would have made a good king, or what might have become of Balon in his own attempt to seize the North, but he is certain of one thing. Robb was too young and too honorable to die the way he did, and someone has to pay.

The anger he felt for being the last one to know, the last one to be pulled into the loop of information, has been totally engulfed by the rest of his rage. There are no smiles, no laughter or japes. Theon's mouth is set in a grim line and there's an angry fire blazing in his eyes. ]

You have my word. Roose Bolton. His bastard as well. If it's blood for blood, Ramsay Snow has shed plenty of it.

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[It is obvious that Theon is angry. Robb can see how it has settled in the older man’s eyes. For a moment he wonders why this is such an oddly soothing sight. To see Theon seething with rage. But the answer comes quickly enough and maybe that answer is the saddest thing of all.

Theon still cared...and so does Robb. Despite everyone telling him not to care, he does. Memories cannot be forgotten or be put aside as if they were nothing.]

Kill them all. [A pause.] And put the Dreadfort to the torch. [The breath that comes from his mouth is a shuddering one. He feels too much and it threatens to overwhelm him.] Gods, just kill them...

[Robb bites his lip after saying that, having difficulty to keep his composure.]

Send their heads to Riverrun when you are done. Tell them in a letter you have paid your debt to me.

[reek]

[ Theon has felt angry for most of his entire life. Angry at the Starks, at Robert Baratheon, at his own family, and especially at himself. He manages to keep it hidden most of the time, masked by smiles and laughter, but now he's practically on fire with rage.

He never wanted to care about the Starks, but things changed over the years. This isn't just about Theon earning forgiveness. Robb still means as much to him as any true brother and Theon won't let him die without being avenged. ]

I swear it.

[ An outsider would likely find him terrifying at this moment, all bared teeth and clenched fists. He's never been more serious than he is now. ]

I'll see that they pay for everything they've done and more.

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[Robb dares to smile a little at Theon’s words. Of course, it is a risk to put hope in this. In the promise of a turncloak. But it is all he has and he has missed his friend.]

Very well then. [The tone of his voice is heavy and serious.] I will...I will put my trust into you. [He reaches out and squeezes Theon’s shoulder shortly.

It feels strange to make arrangements like this. To try to lessen the aftermath of treachery the best he could from a place he could do nothing.]

You have my thanks, Theon.