Fianna Bua, Lady of House Bua, never thought that she'd be riding off to war for the liege lord she hadn't even met.
But oaths are oaths, the Buas have fought alongside the Starks for centuries and she wasn't about to be hailed an oath breaker.
So w...
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Robb
Robb Stark liked to think of himself as an enduring man. After all he had been through, it seemed only a correct conclusion.
But never before was his physical endurance tested, than it had been above the wall. There was one saving grace to his agony, though, and that was the fact that Gendry - who he discovered was Robert Baratheon's bastard, was ten times colder than he was.
Robb had grown up in the North, Winterfell was his native land and he had never spent longer than a year in the south. Gendry, on the other hand, lived and breathed Southern air since his first cry into the world. Unfortunately for the rest of them, that meant the baseborn boy never stopped complaining about it.
He blatantly ignored Tormund's guide on staying warm, which he was currently reciting to Gendry directly behind him, until he was addressed directly.
"'Tis a pity you didn't allow your pretty woman to come along," Tormund called out to Robb, who's eyes rolled up to the Heavens. "We would have made sure she was kept warm, you know."
"Watch it," Jon warned him, knowing full well that Robb's patience was consistently on the verge of breaking.
"I'd imagine my wife would have been plenty warm at my side," Robb replied, his tone steady and seemingly uncaring.
"Maybe she'd prefer a Big Bear to a Young Wolf, eh?" He jibed, catching up to walk by his side and playfully elbowing him.
"I doubt she'd want to be burned by that firecrotch," he fired back, corners of his lips lifting into a smirk as he nodded towards the mass of ginger hair atop Tormund's head. To his surprise, instead of getting angry, the wildling laughed heartily.
"What about the Dragon Queen then, eh?" He continued, walking alongside Jon and Robb.
"She won't fight alongside us unless I bend the knee," Jon sighed in defeat.
"Which isn't going to happen," Robb promptly reminded him. "She can rule over the white walkers if she wants to stay out of the Great War, because that's all that'll be left."
"You speak like the free folk," Tormund spoke with mild admiration, "we're too proud to kneel. But you know, Mance Raydar never bent the knee. How many of his people died for his pride?"
"Not a matter of pride," Robb answered, although the comment was directed at Jon. "An alliance can be made if she so pleases, but she came here to conquer seven kingdoms, not five of them. The Starks will never again bend to the will of the Targaryens or the Lannisters."
Jon stayed pointedly silent, hearing both men's side on the matter, but his lack of commentary worried Robb. The idea that he was considering it angered him, but he had hoped their bond was strong enough that Jon would come to him if he had decided to take such a path.
