Hers Is The Fury

Volantis

[Volantis]

Robb Stark sat atop a stone wall overlooking the bustling city of Volantis, his long reddish-brown hair blowing in the warm summer wind. He was a man torn between two worlds, one that he had left behind in Westeros, and this strange new place that he found himself in. He wore a simple tunic made of linen and leather, a far cry from the finery he had left behind in Winterfell. Beside him stood his mother, Catelyn Tully-Stark, her dark red hair pinned up under a delicate silver netting, her eyes narrowed as she watched the people below.

Robb and his mother tried to make sense of their new life in the Free City. It had been montgs since they fled from the North, leaving behind everything they knew and loved. The memories of their home and family still lingered heavy on their hearts, especially for Robb, who missed his wife, Morgana, dearly. She was back in King's Landing, pregnant with their child, and he longed to be reunited with her.

They had been sent here by Robb's wife, Morgana Baratheon, with a small group of trusted men loyal to her. She had arranged for them to be met by one of her contacts in the city, a man named Thorne who would provide them with shelter and protection until it was safe to return to Westeros.

She had arranged for them to stay in a small but elegant inn on one of the city's many canals. The inn was called "The Golden Swan" and it seemed like the perfect place to lay low and blend in with the local population.

Catelyn, too, worried for the safety of her two remaining daughters, Arya and Sansa. She and her son had been forced to flee when the Freys and Boltons turned against them, killing many of their loyal followers. The thought of what might have happened to her girls and where they were weighed heavily on her mind.

Catelyn missed the gardens of Riverrun, the towers of Winterfell, the laughter of her children, and the warmth of her husband's embrace. But most of all, she missed the sense of purpose that had driven her for so many years. Here, in this foreign land, she felt adrift, unsure of her place or her role.

They had returned the body of Morgana and Robb's friend Talisa to her family so she could receive a proper burial. She had perished in the Red Wedding at the hands of Lothar Frey, whom had also been killed.

The bustling port city was unlike anything they had evr seen before - the towering buildings made of brick and stone seemed to stretch on forevr, and the smells of exotic spices and foreign foods filled the air.

As they walked through the crowded markets, Robb couldn't help but feel out of place among the foreign merchants and traders. He missed the familiar sounds of the North and the rugged beauty of the Winterfell landscape.

The sights and sounds of the city were like nothing they had evrr experienced before - the exotic smells, the colorful clothing, the strange dialects spoken by the people.

The locals couldn't help but stare at the tall, handsome young man by his mother's side. Robb's piercing blue eyes and chiseled jawline were a rare sight in these parts, and the womenfolk couldn't resist stealing glances at the dashing young lord.

But despite the attention he received, Robb remained faithful to his pregnant wife, Morgana Baratheon, back in King's Landing. He thought of her often, wishing he could be by her side as she carried their child.

His mother knew how much he missed Morgana, who was carrying her first grandchild.

"Do you think we'll ever see them again?" Robb asked, his voice barely above a whisper.

"We will," Catelyn said firmly. "We will see them again, and we will make sure they are safe."

Robb spent his days wandering the streets of Volantis, trying to distract himself with the sights and sounds of the city. He marveled at the towering stone buildings, the bustling markets, and the merchants hawking their wares. But no matter how hard he tried, he couldn't ignore the ache in his chest whenever he thought of Morgana and their unborn child.