Robb looked regal in the time of his silence. Cold, as well. His blue gaze allowed no questions and Lenore Reyne quietly admired the strength the Young Wolf displayed. Masks were just as important as reality. Masks shaped truth.
So when the silence was broken by Maege, some of the mask broke. Robb looked tired. "Good night everyone. Lady Reyne," the lion paused, "Tomorrow I will see Jaime."
Not a question.
Still, Lenore consented with naught more than a nod of her head. Then she slipped out.
Robb waited until everyone had left. Then he looked down to his map and all the figures upon it. His eyes followed the pieces of Tywin's army. He knew where some camps were. Last heard that Tywin himself was in King's Landing. The golden lion was placed upon the castle. Most of the fleets he had would be there to defend against Stannis, but Robb couldn't bet on having no naval battles once he sailed.
It was not his forte. Men from Seagard ought to be of assistance but Robb himself was still uncomfortable. He hadn't sailed. The idea was sound and the fact he wasn't known for naval prowess might help but his inexperience did make him worry.
As he moved pieces into hypothetical locations to ease his thoughts, a soft padding of feet crossed the ground to him. He looked down as he heard the breath escape from the gray direwolf as he sat upon his haunches.
The auburn haired king reached down to scratch behind the left ear of the wolf. "All right," he spoke to the animal.
Fussing about plans now wouldn't help. He needed sleep.
Grey Wind seemed to take the lead out, bringing Robb to his personal tent and his bed of furs under which he promptly buried himself, after stripping himself of his heavy attire.
Grey Wind laid on the floor near to join him but it didn't last for longer than an hour.
When Grey Wind's eyes opened, Robb saw through them.
~***~
Lenore Reyne did not get far from Robb's tent before she was halted by a touch. Again she paused and turned, and again she was looking into blue eyes. Catelyn's eyes.
The woman maintained her poise as she asked rather than demanded to see Jaime. Lenore was tempted to tell her no, if only because Jaime had just woken and Catelyn likely intended to interrogate him over something.
But then, what did she owe to Jaime to consider kindness?
So she answered, "Of course, Lady Stark, so long as you understand your meeting with Jaime will not be private," meaning that Lady Lenore would maintain her presence, lest anything untoward be considered.
If Catelyn agreed, the red head would lead her into the Alliance camp and to her tent.
So when the silence was broken by Maege, some of the mask broke. Robb looked tired. "Good night everyone. Lady Reyne," the lion paused, "Tomorrow I will see Jaime."
Not a question.
Still, Lenore consented with naught more than a nod of her head. Then she slipped out.
Robb waited until everyone had left. Then he looked down to his map and all the figures upon it. His eyes followed the pieces of Tywin's army. He knew where some camps were. Last heard that Tywin himself was in King's Landing. The golden lion was placed upon the castle. Most of the fleets he had would be there to defend against Stannis, but Robb couldn't bet on having no naval battles once he sailed.
It was not his forte. Men from Seagard ought to be of assistance but Robb himself was still uncomfortable. He hadn't sailed. The idea was sound and the fact he wasn't known for naval prowess might help but his inexperience did make him worry.
As he moved pieces into hypothetical locations to ease his thoughts, a soft padding of feet crossed the ground to him. He looked down as he heard the breath escape from the gray direwolf as he sat upon his haunches.
The auburn haired king reached down to scratch behind the left ear of the wolf. "All right," he spoke to the animal.
Fussing about plans now wouldn't help. He needed sleep.
Grey Wind seemed to take the lead out, bringing Robb to his personal tent and his bed of furs under which he promptly buried himself, after stripping himself of his heavy attire.
Grey Wind laid on the floor near to join him but it didn't last for longer than an hour.
When Grey Wind's eyes opened, Robb saw through them.
~***~
Lenore Reyne did not get far from Robb's tent before she was halted by a touch. Again she paused and turned, and again she was looking into blue eyes. Catelyn's eyes.
The woman maintained her poise as she asked rather than demanded to see Jaime. Lenore was tempted to tell her no, if only because Jaime had just woken and Catelyn likely intended to interrogate him over something.
But then, what did she owe to Jaime to consider kindness?
So she answered, "Of course, Lady Stark, so long as you understand your meeting with Jaime will not be private," meaning that Lady Lenore would maintain her presence, lest anything untoward be considered.
If Catelyn agreed, the red head would lead her into the Alliance camp and to her tent.