He found himself drifting between reality and some sort of dream world. When he opened his eyes his entire body ached and when he closed them again the pain did not exist. Sometimes he thought about his mother and wondered where she was, he knew he had siblings and a half-brother. He remembered his marriage to a young woman named Jeyne, but everything else was a blur to him. There were feelings he could not voice and memories he could not place.
But as time passed, memories started to fall into place. He realized who he has been in the past and that there was no place for him in this new future. People thought him a dead man, murdered at his uncle's wedding. And once he has been a king, one with a great army, one who ruled over the largest part of the realm. But he lost it all. Just because he lost his heart to the wrong woman and broke his vows. Would it be wise to go outside and claim is name back again? To avenge those who took the lives of all those he loved? With what army? Who would want to be at his side now?
Loneliness proved to be an awful companion. It made his bed feel cold and his scars sting. It made him bitter and sad. Why did they save him if there was no one for him to save? And he wishes that he could forget about the fact that the woman he loved got married again. And at times he wonders if she still remembers him, if she thinks of him fondly, if she mourned him.
When he set foot outside he noticed he had lost the vitality in his legs. The wound the arrow had left never really healed up well and he ended up having a limp when he walked. At times he made bitter japes about it, comparing himself to an old man. But most times he thought he was the jape. All of it. His life, his legacy, all he left behind. A boy wanting to be a man.
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They said the man that became the new kennel master at the Crag was a strange one. Good with dogs but bad with people. He did not speak often and when he did the sentences were short and the words harsh. Some said he came from the North, his accent harsh and deep. Some said he was a bastard from some Northern lord. Robb did not really care for their words or the stories.
At least he was somewhat close to her again. At least he could have a glimpse of her from time to time.
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Date: 2016-12-25 10:18 pm (UTC)But as time passed, memories started to fall into place. He realized who he has been in the past and that there was no place for him in this new future. People thought him a dead man, murdered at his uncle's wedding. And once he has been a king, one with a great army, one who ruled over the largest part of the realm. But he lost it all. Just because he lost his heart to the wrong woman and broke his vows. Would it be wise to go outside and claim is name back again? To avenge those who took the lives of all those he loved? With what army? Who would want to be at his side now?
Loneliness proved to be an awful companion. It made his bed feel cold and his scars sting. It made him bitter and sad. Why did they save him if there was no one for him to save? And he wishes that he could forget about the fact that the woman he loved got married again. And at times he wonders if she still remembers him, if she thinks of him fondly, if she mourned him.
When he set foot outside he noticed he had lost the vitality in his legs. The wound the arrow had left never really healed up well and he ended up having a limp when he walked. At times he made bitter japes about it, comparing himself to an old man. But most times he thought he was the jape. All of it. His life, his legacy, all he left behind. A boy wanting to be a man.
----
They said the man that became the new kennel master at the Crag was a strange one. Good with dogs but bad with people. He did not speak often and when he did the sentences were short and the words harsh. Some said he came from the North, his accent harsh and deep. Some said he was a bastard from some Northern lord. Robb did not really care for their words or the stories.
At least he was somewhat close to her again. At least he could have a glimpse of her from time to time.