As Da'Karro, the mad man from Jeddah, the Beast of The Harbinger, began his bloody work of teaching Count Blackwood the errors of his ways and the screams began Robb was unmoved. While Robyn led Clara out and the wolves followed Robb stood firm. He folded his arms across his broad chest and watched, he wanted to watch, he wanted to see the pain in the count's eyes. He wanted to see him suffer for his crimes. What felt the best to Robb was that as Da'Karro tore at the man's flesh, as his skin peeled back and his bones broke the count's eyes were locked on Robb. He looked at him as if knowing that he had the power to save him, that this was his doing and that Robb wanted him to feel every bit of this.
Robb only turned away when he head Clara call him. He rushed outside to find Robyn unconscious in the snow with Clara trying her best to hold her up. Robb went to a knee and took Robyn from Clara easily, scooping her up as he would lift a child.
"She's been through a lot cousin. The Bolton's had her. The bastards tortured her."
Robb could see the hurt flash in Clara's eyes at the realization of what sort of suffering her dear friend and mentor suffered.
"She didn't break Clara."
He said with a firm nod and a proud smile. Robyn had been through so much pain, so much torment of late but her resolve, her steel never wavered. In that she was the strongest person Robb had ever known and he knew Clara saw her in much the same light. It would do his cousin well to know that even when all she had to look forward to was more pain, she stood strong.
Robb turned from Clara, heading towards his horse. He had planned to return Robyn to White Harbor tonight but with the full moon rising it was better to make camp and strike out in the morning.
"We'll make camp here. Start out fresh in the morning. We won't get anywhere stumbling around in the dark, especially not with Robyn in this condition."
He said as he set her down softly on his bedroll that he laid out. He grabbed some branches and sticks laying about and set to making a fire.
"Clara, would you see to Robyn while I get this fire going?"
Jon was still chuckling even after Loot-Lie flew out of his hair and returned to Tenanye. He ruffled his fingers through his coal black hair with a smile at the little sprite before he waved away the queens apology.
"No apology needed Tenanye."
He said warmly before his uncle spoke up.
"You say King Moloch requests and audience with you and the young Roth?... Last I heard he was allied with his father. What is he playing at?"
The older Stark said, almost thinking out loud as he put his hand to his chin.
"Hopefully he's seeing what the rest of the world already knows, Wanhope can't win this war. His enemies are to vast and too powerful. He's trying to jump to the winning side before it's over. He doesn't want to get left out in the cold with no one to stand at his back."
Jon offered. Eddard nodded slowly as he contemplated the possibility.
"Moloch has never been a fool. That could be all he's doing but if that was the case he would have sent a letter to you as well. Odd that he didn't especially considering that both people he sent letters two are currently living under your roof."
Jon was less concerned with the development than his uncle was, on the contrary he saw this as good news. The war was coming to a close if Wanhope's allies were leaving his side.
"Odd is having a sprite crawl out of your hair."
He said with a chuckle before turning back to Tenanye.
"Of course, Tenanye, you have my leave. Meet with him as you wish."
He said with a friendly nod and a warm handshake before taking his leave. It was late and he wanted to feel the warmth of Amelia at his side. He headed to his bed chamber where his future wife already slept soundly. As she slept, as her mind gave itself up to dreams leathery wings soared in the clouds. Ancient eyes looked down at the world of men and fae. Above a land of cold and snow, three shadows passed by on their way to a long over due reunion.