The young wolf and the lion cub

Chapter Nine

I started lacing up my pink and gold dress, most of my others were stained at the bottom with mud, I clipped on my necklace and tucked it in the top of my dress. Catelyn had told me to have breakfast with her in the morning. I made my way over to the entrance of my tent, I was met by Greywind, he stood taller than last time I had seen him, I held my hand out warily, he have it a light sniff and nudged his head across the back of my hand "he likes you" I looked up to see Robb he wasn't in his armour for a change. "Are you going to see my mother?" "Yes, she invited me for breakfast" "let me walk you".

I walked with Robb across the camp, Greywind padded gently in between us. "Would you like to dine with me tonight?" I looked up at Robb with a little surprise "yes your grace, thankyou" we had reached Catelyn's tent "I will send a guard to your tent, goodbye my lady" "goodbye your grace" robb then turned and started walking back the way we came, I watched him for a few seconds, before I went into Catelyn's tent.

It was nice having some company for once and Lady Catelyn was very kind, we talked for hours about our family's, our homes and finally the war. It was dark when I had left Catelyn's tent, I hadn't realised how long I had been, I walked quickly back to my tent to see one of the guards standing outside waiting patiently "my lady, your grace sends for you" I had no time to change my dress, so I just had to follow the guard to Robb's tent.

Robb greeted me with a smile "thankyou for coming" "thankyou for inviting me your grace" we both exchanged embarrassed smiles, the table was set for two, there were a variety of different foods which had been prepared, a selection of meats and vegetables. "Would you like some wine" Robb already was holding out a cup for me, I never drank wine but I accepted politely, I took a sip to find it had a bitter taste that lingered in my mouth afterwards.

"My mother tells me that you miss your family, I want in no way for you to feel trapped, I would never hurt you" I could feel Robb's gaze on me, but I couldn't bare to look at him, "no one can wait more than me for this war to be over" his voice drifted as he took his gaze off me.

For the rest of the night we didn't talk about the war not once, Robb told me about Winterfell, his brothers and sisters, all we talked about was our past lives that we would never live again.