04| Robb Stark

Did you come to the capital to sell hides or other things, buy some food, or just earn some money? No one knew where you came from because your silhouette appeared only a couple of times a week, but during that time you managed to get close to one man whom you had never seen before. You didn't care who he was, you saw in him a wonderful person with whom you could talk about various topics. You weren't a wildling, responding to the fact that your father just didn't like society, which kept him away from any settlements. Sometimes you tried to find out who Robb was, but he always kept quiet, and sometimes he just pretended to be the son of a blacksmith. He clearly understood that you had never encountered the Starks, and perhaps he did not want to spoil the bond between you. Your relationship was interesting, perhaps because you didn't know who was in front of you. And he ran away every time so that you wouldn't feel a trick. One day, Winterfell was hit by an ominous snowstorm.

— How far is your house?

The man asked, looking at you as you carefully led the dogs into the stalls so they could stretch. Covering your face with your hand, you just grinned. You didn't want to tell me that your house was actually in the mountains, and you had to walk for several days to get here. You met his gaze, tacitly acknowledging that you won't be able to get out of the capital in the near future. Robb pursed his lips, clearly considering his next move, and there was doubt in his eyes. He might even be scared to think about it, but he also didn't want you to freeze to death. After all, he knew you well and you trusted each other.

— Come with me.

He said hesitantly, heading towards Stark's house with a long stride, before stopping and approaching you so that his strong figure would at least slightly hide you from the wind. His movements were deliberate, perhaps he was taking a risk, but in his heart, the Young Wolf also understood that if you let go now, you could die.