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usurpers of the vale | A U as high as honor. family duty honor. winter is coming. the north forgets. move or be moved. SANSA STARK IS MISSING ROBB STARK IS DEAD PETYR BAELISH IS MERCIFUL

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[discrowned]

[ robb had only ever asked once. our father, sansa, tell me of our father, the words whispered and frayed with grief. secondhand tales had reached the king in the north, of course, but those were one thing. sansa was a different matter. sansa would have told it truely, robb had hoped, without the gilt and trappings of flattery that so many of his messengers had dressed their tales in. but she did not speak of their father, nor ask of their mother, and it is robb alone who bears his questions in stubborn silence.

it is the duty of the eldest. if sansa wishes to forget, then it is robb's duty to remember. the lord eddard stark had told robb of this, long ago, before robb's boyhood had died an agonizing death, crushed under the weight of the iron crown. his lord father had taken robb to the weirwood and spoken frankly of the responsibilities that awaited him, and robb's back had straightened and he'd sworn to make his father proud.

years later, and all robb has left is his sister. he will do right by sansa. he will do his duty and bear these burdens as best he can. he will not fail in this, as he has in all other tasks put to him. and when he has the lannisters three at his sword point, he will take their heads and mount them on pikes upon the utmost turrets of winterfeel. a warning, for all who dare take against his family. ]

I do. You could not have known what trecherous creatures the Lannisters were. You were but a girl.

[ if robb had not married jeyne westerling ( the very name rips him apart from the inside, his lady wife, where is she now? does she hold his son in her womb, or had he failed in that business as well? ) then his mother would be alive and he still in possession of an army, of noble men who had sworn themselves to his cause. there would have still been a chance for him to set things right and retrieve his sisters.

gently, he covers sansa's hand with his own. outside of this room, this will never be allowed him. he will be the lowest of the low, a servant, whatever petyr baelish makes of him, and he will not speak with his sister, nor touch her hand to offer comfort, nor flash a bright smile her way as he had so often done. he will play his role, for in doing so he keeps her safe.

how can he refuse? ]

I should be the one begging forgiveness, Sansa, not you.

[ but there was no redemption or deliverance for robb, so he did not ask it. he had destroyed everything by making a boy's mistake, and there were days when he wished petyr baelish would finally pull the noose around his neck tight and put an end to this tragic comedy, the play of the young wolf who had once been king. ]