( ｃｌｏｓｅｄ ) i wonder if our future was written in our past

[wolfskin]

WHO: Robb Stark, Arya Stark, Henry Mills, Daenerys Targaryen, Lucrezia Borgia.
WHAT: A wonderful mix of adorable things and Robb being too good for life.
WHEN: Various times. ( between the 24th & 28th )
WHERE: Various places.



☇ ARYA STARK; ( Apartment de Stark - Room 1809 )

[ Robb sits his desk while the direwolves and Arya lounge on his bed, attention focused solely on the book that lays open upon it. The journal it is not, but a book of a different sort, a book on histories of other lands. A bit of light reading, something to keep his mind occupied that there is no war to do just that. Better to learn of these places, he thinks, so he is better equipped to deal with them should the castle shift into another land as it did no long ago.

On the bed Grey Wind huffs in annoyance, rolling and messing up the sheets until his feet are up in the hair and head hangs off the end. ]



☇ HENRY MILLS; ( Castle Gardens )

[ He waits in the gardens as the sun raises high in the sky, noon was approaching the time he asked Henry to meet him out here. He will be here, Robb knows that much, Henry has never been late before and for all he knows this meeting is another training session. It is much more than that.

The bark drags Robb's attention from the sun, the one year old wolfdog darts around his legs after Grey Wind who indulges the smaller dog in it's play.

He can only hope Henry will like the surprise awaiting him. ]



☇ DAENERYS TARGARYEN; ( Apartment de Stark - Room 1809 )

[ The invitation is sent out a few days after the castle returns to normal, he had given his word that he would answer her questions about Westeros and he intended to keep it awaiting her in the entrance way of his apartments.

The dragon queen had proven herself more than what one first thought, it makes him wonder if he could make a friend of her. His eyes have seen indication of it but doubt still lingered, understandably enough. It had been a man he thought friend who took his home and killed his brothers, a man he thought loyal the one to end his life. Yet has the Targaryen girl not proven herself trustworthy? If she wanted him dead she could have left him to his wounds, or killed him herself, instead she tended to them and ensured his survival.

Could dragons and wolves be friend after everything that had transpired between them? Is such a thing even possible? He finds himself hoping despite his doubts, for Arya's sake as much as his own. ]



☇ LUCREZIA BORGIA; ( Mansion Grounds )

[ It is an impulsive thing that leads him out here so far from the castle and his apartments with his wolf at his heels. He would blame it on the wolf but that would be false and wrong, Grey Wind only followed it was Robb who took the first steps towards the mansion, seeking valued company of someone so trusted.

He feels the journal informal and decided to use this as an excuse to stretch his legs, to get fresh air.

When they are close Grey Wind bounds into the compound and up to the doors, stopping only to wait for Robb to catch up, he sniffs the door and barks before Robb has the chance to knock. He is not the only one who enjoys her company, it seems. ]

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[wolfskin]

[ Robb's wolf huffs at the growling, baring teeth for only a moment before sitting himself beside the door. Making himself a guard for his king and the lady he visits.

The accuracy of her words makes the king duck his head, unable to deny them. ]

It is quite a trek on foot. [ Robb please. ] However I would not wish to impose.

[heloise]

Impose? Never.

[ The tiger gets another kiss, this time on his lips, to which he just responds with a displeased huff. ]

Perhaps you wish to drink wine with me and tell me stories. Will that do for an excuse?

[wolfskin]

[ He nods his head, unable to fully hide the relief in his expression. That is better excuse than the one he had thought up. ]

I owe the Lady Lucrezia stories after all, it will do well. [ Whether or not he actually does owe her stories he cannot say for certain, but he plays along. ]

[lucre]

[ She straightens up and begins to move back into the house, only glancing over her shoulder to invite him in. ]

Did you walk here?

[wolfskin]

[ he follows at the invitation, glancing briefly at the inside of the house before focusing on her. ]

Aye, I did.

[lucre]

[ The place is finely furnished though it shows his age; the mismatched couches strewn about are faded with age, the edges dulled. But it is well taken care of, the surfaces shiny and there is a vase of fresh madonna lilies in about every room.

Lucrezia leads him down a few hallways to reach a small living room with the fireplace lit. ]

Given such effort, I must also invite you to dine with me then.

[wolfskin]

[ the couches do not go without notice, nor the obvious care. it is staffed, this much is obvious for neither lucrezia nor the boy she lives with seem to be ones for cleaning. ]

It would be a pleasure and a honor to dine with you, my lady.

[lucre]

[ Lucrezia takes her seat a careful distance from the fireplace, arranging her skirt about her before the tiger ruins her meticulous work by laying his head on her lap with a satisfied huff. Naptime again.

She hardly minds, resting her palm on the big cat's head when she gestures for Robb to take his place nearby. ]

But first, you must tell me stories.

[wolfskin]

[ he does without pause, the tiger giving him no worry for he is used to being around large animals capable of taking out his throat if they so wished. ]

I have many, what kind of story do you wish to hear?

[lucre]

[ Besides, the tiger seems content to start dozing off already, the only sign of life being the occasional twitch of his ears. ]

Happy ones. Have you any of those?

[wolfskin]

[ no lulu he doesn't, there are no happy stories in his world.

he inhales, glancing off to the fire. a happy story. he returns his gaze to her with the ghost of a smile on his face. ]

What about a story of the Wolf and the Maid of Sunlight?

[ is he making this up? probably. ]

[lucre]

[ Now, even Lucrezia isn't thick enough to overlook that reference. ]

Not the Queen of Spring, Your Grace?

[wolfskin]

[ he bites back a smile, though it fails for the most part. ]

She was the most beautiful maid before the crown settled on her head.

[lucre]

Ah, so this was long before.

Tell me how it begins, Your Grace.

[wolfskin]

[ you may call me robb. the words sit on his tongue, teetering on the edge of voice. he swallows them instead. ]

It begins with the Wolf, he was a proud beast who inspired great loyalty amongst his brothers and sisters. His pack was the largest among the land and he was happy. However Winter came and scattered the Wolf's pack, until he was alone.

[lucre]

[ Lucrezia listens intently, because she knows that the story isn't only a story, and that the storyteller hides between the words. ]

Alone in the cold and cruel winter?

[wolfskin]

Aye, that winter was cruel and very cold. He tries to search for his pack, but he could not see through the storms, he shivered through the nights and searched tirelessly throughout the day ─ until his strength failed him and he fell.

[lucre]

[ But this is a sad story. She strokes the tiger's head as if to assure him that the same would never happen to him. ]

Did anyone come to save him?

[wolfskin]

[ robb nods. ]

Someone did. The Wolf awoke in a cave bathed in warmth, before a fire and a freshly caught deer. On the other side of the flames sat his savoir, a figure cloaked in grey, she had urged him to eat for he was certainly starving and he did. Though cloaked he could see her hair was as bright as the sun with a smile equally warm, she nursed him back to health with great kindness as care.

[lucre]

But why does she hide her bright hair under so drab a cloak?