Robb Stark: Saving

Rosemary

Her cheeks were flustered red as she ran through the forest, her dirty blonde hair flowing behind her. Run. Run. Run. It was all she could think of. The White Cloaks, as most commoners called it, usually known as the City Watch were chasing the poor girl on order of Joffrey Baratheon.

She had been declared a traitor ever since being trusted by Jaime Lannister. She knew his biggest secret. He and Cersei were together in an intimate relationship. Jaime had willingly told her and Rosemary had threatened Cersei with it. Ten thousand golden dragons for the one to bring Rosemary in King's Landing, alive and well.

She could hear the hitched breath of two guards behind her. A few more meters. The last few. Jump over the branch. Rosemary ordered everything to herself, meanwhile trying to keep all hope she'd have.

Once she saw the forest ending she knew it. Winterfell was close. "She's heading for the castle!" Run. Run. Run! And this was all she could think until she had made it to the castle gate. Skin pale, cheeks and lips red and messy, black hair stuck to her face.

"Let me in, please, I-" her sentence got cut off. "Name?" "Ro-" she stopped, thinking of a new name quickly. No need, the artists of Westeros had been occupied with drawing her face for posters. There was no point in faking her identity.
"Rosemary."
"Expected?"
"No, but I'm sure that if-"
"No, sorry girl. If we let in every little girl that played outside too long we'd have no food for our Lord."
"Speak of the devil!" Rosemary's voice was slightly higher than usual. Robb was just walking by, his features visible even behind the bars of the gates. Rosemary had once seen him when she had come to Winterfell with the entire court. "Robb! Lord Stark!" She met his icy blue eyes. "Lord Stark!" She shouted it once, twice, this time more pleading, however. "Let her in, Robin." He spoke with his northern accent, his voice full of authority. "Have a room made ready for her. And a proper bath." The girl smiled widely in gratitude. "She's my guest, get her a good spot for dinner as well." Rosemary, once again, looked in his eyes. He meant it. "Thank you!" She hugged him very tightly, tiptoeing to get her slender arms around his neck. Retreating slightly ashamed of her sudden, spontaneous outburst of gratitude. "You're welcome. You're always welcome in the north, I'll give you that." He said, whilst answering the hug with a smug grin on his lips.

Rosemary knew that she'd be welcome here. Her family rooted in Winterfell, it went a while back, but it was known. Robb himself escorted Rosemary to a room, the room in a tower, near Sansa's. "I suggest you have a bath and maybe borrow some of Sansa's clothing." His eyes shortly drifted over her dirty clothing. A once pink dress, made of silk was now covered in mud and blood. A partially broken cloak that would only be fit in warmer places like Dorne or Mereen. No more. "Yes." Rosemary answered quickly, pushing a strand of hair behind her ear.

Trembling at the cold Rosemary's hand reached out to close the window. Slowly she dipped one foot into the warm water. The rest of her leg followed, and than the other leg got in. A soft sigh of relief escaped her lips when she was in the warm water. She started scrubbing of dirt, combed her hair and the real Rosemary slowly got in sight again. She looked up in the mirror. It had been a while since she had seen a mirror. It had been a while since she had seen herself, besides from the rippled reflection in lakes and rivers.

Knock, knock, knock. The door opened slowly, making a light shrieking sound. A maid walked in, making a light curtsy. "Oh, no, no, really, there's no need to..." She said, but the maid interrupted her. "Lord Robb requests your presence in his chambers, m'lady." She spoke, doing another curtsy before leaving. "His chambers?" Rosemary wondered aloud, before asking a stern looking guard where the chambers of Winterfell it's heir was.

She quickly followed his directions, knocking on the wooden door to immediately receive answer. The door swung open. Rosemary grinned at the sight of Robb in his cloak. Tiptoeing yet again, she fixed the slight mistake in how he had put it on. "Thank you. I'm used to," he explained. "You're used to have servants help you get ready, but you didn't want to look all snobby. Trust me, I know you're not snobby, my lord." She teasingly addressed him formerly, a taunting grin tugging her rosy lips. "Good." Robb said, offering her his arm. Rosemary allowed her hand to slip around his bicep as he lead her out of the castle and onto one of the many, many courtyards that were a part of the castle.

"So," Robb then asked after having spent about five minutes stealing glances. "How'd you get here?"