[Musebox] - Honor Before Honors

[widow_of_the_crag]

"This is the price that traitors pay," Jeyne's mother had told her shortly after the raven from the Twins arrived. It had been too horrific to contemplate, the news seeming like a nightmare, rather than reality. Yet her mother had found the means to drive the point home, to make it clear that Jeyne had not misheard and that Walder Frey had not lied.

Robb was dead, butchered at his uncle's wedding and savagely maimed. So the reports went, that is. Her mother had spared her the details, one of the few mercies she offered, as she would not cease her callous comments about the man that had been her good-soon. In her eyes, it was a means to an end and now she could have the marriage she always wanted for her daughter, but had been denied because of birth.

It had been arranged so quickly, Jeyne had little time to think beyond her grief. Around her the world moved, but in her heart there was nothing but the emptiness that Robb's death had left her. She was a specter, roaming the halls and waiting for her own demise. Her mother tried to cheer her, attempting to talk of weddings, but after being met with stony silence one too many times, she simply gave up.

Jeyne fought what little she could, no matter the passage of time or the years she suffered. She tore her gowns and struggled to keep her crown, the one Robb had made for her (yet failed to keep). Even on the day of her wedding (two years after Robb's death), she contemplated throwing herself from the cliffs of Casterly Rock. As though knowing this, her mother kept a sharp eye on her and practically dragged her to the sept.

Once it was all said and done (the bedding ceremony being the worst of all), she was settled in her new home and wed to some man that she didn't know or cared for. Martyn Lannister, a high marriage and one her mother had coveted for her. Yet it was nothing in Jeyne's eyes. She wasn't his wife, no matter how much he attempted to please her. She was Robb's and always would be.

Death changed nothing and did not free her from her vows.

It was only when Martyn received word to travel to King's Landing that Jeyne felt she could breathe again. Alone in her home, she could give way to her sorrow and sit by the sea, as she often did. Sometimes, she believed she could hear Robb or thought she saw him in the distance.

It was an illusion. Robb was dead and the gods were not kind enough to bring him back.

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[widow_of_the_crag]

Her eyes are drawn to his hands. She flinches a little, shocked at the extent of injury he had received. Without hesitation, she took his hands between her own. His skin was rough and hard from the work he had done here, as well as from the war. Raising his fingers, she kissed each digit gently, gazing up into his eyes as she did.

"You are not broken, Robb."

She guided his palm against her cheek, letting him feel her skin again, the skin he had enjoyed their first night together. "Not to me."

[kingofbadlifechoices]

Robb notices her flinch and the moment he wants to pull his hands back she is holding them firmly. Her hands still feel soft against his. Soft, kind, warm and gentle. The touch reminds me of those moments a long time ago. Where she was his wife and he was the ruler of a kingdom. And gods, how he had missed her lips. He can't help his body from trembling when she kisses his fingers, even the pathetic stumps that were left.

"I am... You would not want me when you would..." But when she presses his hand against her cheek he stops speaking and breathes harshly through his nose as he presses his lips tightly onto each other. And finally he turns away.

"It is kind of you to still think so highly of me..."

[widow_of_the_crag]

She had wished for this moment, just the chance to touch him again and have him close. His condition was horrifying, but not for the reasons he assumed. It was the first time she was physically confronted with the crimes her family committed against Robb. The Red Wedding had only been a story, something she heard and grieved over, but hadn't seemed quite real. Robb was gone, but the atrocities weren't as sharp in her mind until now. "I missed you." It was the utter truth.

Whatever his protests, it didn't remove how deeply she had longed for him. "Please Robb. Don't doubt me or what I feel. You should know how deeply I want you, no matter your state."

She shook her head, glancing once more towards the gate. Someone would close it soon and guard it as before. She only had a small window of opportunity. "Robb, come with me."

[kingofbadlifechoices]

Robb is not entirely sure what to say to that and continues to gaze at everything except her.

"You missed who I was... There is a difference between that."

Finally he shakes his head and moves to stand, turning away from her.

"I will make sure you can board that ship." He nods curtly as he moves to check on the horse she had saddled up, tightening the straps of the saddle a little more. "There is no time to saddle another horse if you wish to go now."

[widow_of_the_crag]

"You are determined to let yourself be miserable. You won't acknowledge what I actually feel for you or how happy we were. You assume you know what it is I think or know of you, but in reality, you are simply telling yourself what you think is easier. If you are content with your lies, then so be it." She could only beg him once. Anything else would be a stain on her pride.

"I will not accept aid from someone who doesn't wish to be at my side." She mounted her horse. "You are so insistent at breaking from me, why should it matter to you what happens to me on the road? I'm nothing more than a widow now."

It was a small window of opportunity. She didn't have time to argue. "Farewell. I hope you find some peace in your life."

[kingofbadlifechoices]

Miserable isn't the right word. Robb would be glad if he could feel miserable. Or if he could feel anything, really. He remembers everything, he knows his past, he knows the names and the places. But he thinks she is better off without him and he does think he has no place in her life. He has no right to claim her or to ask her to love him. And he wishes he could explain himself properly.

"It is not that," he whispers as she mounts her horse. But he is not sure if his voice is loud enough. All he does is stand there rubbing his hands, knowing very well he has turned into a craven. And she moves so fast, so sure, her words firm and determined. And he can't move or speak.

"Avoid the woods. They are not safe."

[widow_of_the_crag]

She doesn't hear him or his assertion it was another reason he pulled away from her. There is too much on her mind and the awareness that it is now or never. Giving her horse a kick, it charged at break neck speed through the open gate. The wind was sharp in her hair, knocking back her hood and revealing her curled hair. No one would be able to mistake who it was racing away from the manor. There was a shout of surprise from the guards, but they couldn't reach her in time.

As the distance between the manor and the road increased, she felt as though she could breathe again for the first time. Her heart was in her throat. Whatever happiness she had was soured by the knowledge that her husband had rejected her. He remained at the manor, cutting her from his life.

She couldn't afford to cry now, but her first night alone at the inn, she knew she would cry then.

[kingofbadlifechoices]

Of course lord Martyn gathered his men after the word of Jeyne leaving reached his ears. And of course he asked Robb to join him together with the dogs. And he nodded in response. And he saddled his horse, his head full of memories of her and he fears what her punishment will be.

He had always managed to keep those memories at bay, knowing exactly how to shut everything down inside of him and allowing himself to get lost in that vast darkness inside his head. But now he had felt her touch they seem to haunt him. And he finds himself longing for her touch, for her voice, for the soft songs she used to him in his ear when he woke up from an uneasy sleep.

And when Martyn decides to go into the woods, Robb stays behind. He could go now, he knows the roads here. He remembers where to go.

[widow_of_the_crag]

She traveled the entire day, stopping to rest only when the sun went down. There was a relatively nice inn along the way, large enough that she could blend into the crowd without notice. She wasn't striking in appearance or manner, able to blend into the background when she wished. There was some benefit in not being a great beauty. Were she like Cersei Lannister, the innkeeper would remember her and direct her husband's household to the road she took. Instead, she could sit at a table, enjoy a bit of chicken and broth, then rent herself a room with the little money she brought with her.

She chose a seat nearer to the back of then, granting her a sight line of the door. While she was further away from Martyn's home, she couldn't let down her guard. If one of his bannermen or household appeared, she would know and be able to flee. She could at least relax enough to enjoy her meal. While it wasn't the most appetizing, it was the first plate she had since her escape. By far, that made it better than any feast.

[kingofbadlifechoices]

Robb has been familiar with the roads around the Crag. After all, before he attacked the castle he had to mark all the roads around it. And he had been in doubt about following her, about taking her offer and enjoy the last bit that was left of the man he used to be.

Jeyne probably went to that inn. It was the only place she could reach within a day and he finds himself hesitating, her words swirling around in his mind. But finally he moves, frowning to himself as he turns his horse. It could have been so easy, he could have remain hidden for the rest of his life, doing his best to ban all these thoughts out of his head. To remain the kennelmaster and just one day be dead...

But instead he gallops towards that inn, hoping he is still able to catch her.

[widow_of_the_crag]

It was when she was nearing the end of her meal that Jeyne began to have second thoughts about staying the night in the inn. While the thought of a bed was appealing, she couldn't risk her safety. Where else would Martyn's men be able to find her, but staying in the comfortable and in the safe. She had never ventured far from home or her family. If she wanted to remain undetected, she needed to put herself at risk and sleep somewhere out of sight.

Collecting her things, Jeyne pulled down her hood and slipped outside. There was another rider outside, dark against the night. She felt herself instinctively flinch, waiting for the man to shout and for a team of guards to swarm her. Instead, he seemed to analyze her and watch her carefully. She tried to shrink away, but as the seconds passed, she found herself staring back at him in confusion and surprise.

"Robb?" He had made it clear that he wanted to pull away from her, to break with the past because he was nothing more than a shadow of the man he was. Yet he had come to her. "You're here."

[kingofbadlifechoices]

“Yeah...” he murmurs in reply when she notices him. The only guard he has with him is one of the dogs. It would be folly to try to rid himself of that dog, it would follow him around everywhere. Like Grey Wind used to. “As you can see.”

There still is no emotion in his voice and he climbs off of his horse in a stiff way, as if he is not able to bend his limbs properly.

“Lord Martyn will find you here for sure. But I take you have made that conclusion as well.” He talks softly. “You’re still quite resourceful.” To be honest, there aren’t many safe spaces here to hang around or to get some sleep. The best thing for her to do is to ride all night.

“You should be one the move during nightfall. Not stand still. Have you brought enough food?”

[widow_of_the_crag]

She understood what his presence meant, but couldn't bring herself to admit it in her mind. There was still a chance this wasn't real, still a chance that Robb could reject her once more. Her heart had already been battered, she didn't wish to be further broken by the man she loved beyond reason. She hardly noticed the dog, her eyes were locked on Rob. As he dismounted, she took a step back, wary of him.

If only there was emotion in his voice. He was so serious, more than she had come to know in him. She pulled her cloak tighter, watching him with wide eyes. "What are you doing here?"

She wasn't certain how resourceful she was. Whatever she knew of strategy, she had learned it from on particular source. "You were a skilled tactician. I listened to all you said." She shivered. There was no wind, yet she felt chilled and empty.

"I have enough until tomorrow." She paused and then added, "It isn't safe for a woman to travel at night alone."

[kingofbadlifechoices]

When she takes a step back he does not move at all. He just watches it happen and nothing comes up in his head. It has been a long time he truly felt something beyond guilt.

"I came to look after you," he simply says, shrugging. "I think it is quite obvious, is it not?"

Robb shakes his head at her words and a joyless chuckle makes it past his lips. "I was a lucky boy." He pauses before he speaks again, his voice firm and monotone. "I can lead you through the forest without any trouble. You just need to know what paths to avoid."

[widow_of_the_crag]

She wants to shield herself, but hope has its hooks in her. He had been clear when he told her that he couldn't be with her, but here he was. The path didn't seem so long or dark, but it was unwieldy and uncertain. How could she know he wouldn't change his mind? "You are coming with me?" Her voice is soft and hesitant, afraid of the answer.

She takes a step closer, quieting the voices of warning in her head. "It is, but you told me that you..." She trailed off, not wanting him to go back to that line of thinking. That he wasn't good enough for her.

"Only if we are to go together."

[kingofbadlifechoices]

"I do not want to speak of that," he simply says. "Of has beens or anything that belongs to a past that used to belong to me. It is not who I am anymore."

But she is still Jeyne and she still knows him better than he does himself. He knows that very well. It is not something he can just put aside.

"We will. They will find you or others will." After those words he nods and climbs back onto his horse. "Follow me."

[widow_of_the_crag]

She swung her leg over the saddle, knickering at her mare. She wasn't nearly as good a rider as Robb was, but her mare was sure and intelligent. She more than made up for Jeyne's lack of skill. "You have a future, Robb. It won't be has been or anything of that sort. Stay with me."

She kicks her heels into the side of her mare, urging the gentle creature into a canter. Jeyne glanced over her shoulder, waiting for Robb to charge ahead.

"We will have to ride long into the night."

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[kingofbadlifechoices]

"We will see what the future brings," he answers softly. Robb does not feel like making such promises now. He has no goals in life and if he had he should not know where to begin.

His hands tighten around the reigns of his horse before he kicks it into gear, going into a full out gallop immediately. "Follow me."

What has always been a good thing about riding is that it does not involve much talking. All he can do is show her the way out of this. It is the one thing he could do.

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[widow_of_the_crag]

They rode on in constant silence, Robb seemingly focused on the path while Jeyne was lost in what to say to him. He didn't want to give promises or consider the future. What future did they really have? It was a void, an endless stretch of time that she had never seen or experienced before. There was no household to oversee or her mother to dictate her every move.

It was nearing dawn when they seemed to slow, nearing the docks of the Reach. Her legs were sore and she could barely keep her eyes open. There were ships nearby, there had to be one she could pay for passage.

"Which one should we hire?" She asked, nearly slumping against her mare.

[kingofbadlifechoices]

Robb has no idea. He has no idea if he wishes to pursuit a future. And whatever Jeyne says, he cannot understand why she'd want him this way. And he has no idea why he hopes for something that cannot be reached. She seemed to want to fill his head with brightness while he struggles to get out of its darkness. But there is no point where they can meet halfway.

"How much did you bring?" he asks, looking over his shoulder. "I'm sure you can convince one of the traders."

[widow_of_the_crag]

She doesn't know whether or not Robb would follow her, instead choosing to return to Martyn's estate. She didn't want to ask him or risk hearing an answer that would only serve to break her heart. She had to trust that there was still a part of him that wanted her, even if it was only a piece. She needed to believe that he would follow her anywhere, including the Free Cities across the Narrow Sea.

There was a coin purse in her bag, but it might not be enough. She at least had the foresight to bring some of her jewelry, likely enough that she could be given a comfortable cabin. It would be dangerous though, if she did travel without a protector.

"Enough." The Dauntless. That seemed like a good name for a ship. She glanced back at him, clutching her hands tighter together. "This one seems to be sturdy. I could speak with the captain?"

[kingofbadlifechoices]

Being in the city makes him feel extremely anxious. He fears to be recognized, to see a finger extending towards him, voices calling his name. Robb is fairly sure he would not be able to handle more torture and cruelty. More scars and blood, more loss of all he has been. A shiver goes down his back and he shudders underneath his cloak.

Yet when she speaks he snaps out of it.

“Truly?” he asks with a blank look on his face. Finally he moves to stand next to her, eyes flashing from her face to the ship she points out to him. It shows it that he doesn’t feel comfortable at all. Too many people, too many eyes.

“You cannot just ask any random ship. That seems a war galley, it will probably not take you to Braavos.” He smiles a joyless smile. “Try the merchants.”

[widow_of_the_crag]

She feels safer, as there were few who would recognize her, even in the Westerlands. Her appearance was plain enough that she didn't stand out in the same way that Cersei Lannister did. Untying her cloak, she draped it around Robb, pulling the hood down over his face. He would at least be concealed, though she suspected very few would know him. He didn't look the same as he used to. He had no direwolf to mark him as a Stark. He looked closer to a vagrant than anything else.

She took his hand in hers, no longer flinching at the feel of his missing fingers, giving him an encouraging squeeze.

"I don't know the difference between ships." She said, smiling at him in an effort to reassure him. She looked across the docks, trying to figure out which one would be a merchant and which one a war galley. She point further down the line at a ship with gold gilding along the bow. "What about that one?"

[kingofbadlifechoices]

Even though Robb does not want to he can feel his body flinch the second she drapes the cloak around his shoulders. The moment people come close or touch him he cannot control himself and rather go into full defence mode, expecting pain to come.

"I'm sorry...I..." he mutters under his breath, not allowing her to touch his hand for long either. "It is not you..."

Robb fears she would take it personally, like the prime example that he did not want her anymore. Or disliked her.

"The merchant ships are heavier, larger. They're built to carry more load... War galleys are small and swift, meant to be at a place quickly to engage in war. And the captains...they...they might look differently..." Robb figures that Braavosi dress differently. They would speak a different tongue.

[widow_of_the_crag]

She understood enough to recognize she mad an error. He hadn't spoken of what happened to him, but she knew his response was because of the Red Wedding. There was a soft, understanding smile on her face as she gazed back at him. "You don't need to apologize, Robb. I should have known." She folded her hands together, staying any further temptation she might have.

She nodded, listening to his explanation. Finally, she found a ship matching that description. She approached the captain, determining where he was headed. Braavos, exactly where she hoped to flee to. Handing him a bag of coins, she purchased a room and passage, enough for two, though she didn't know if Robb intended to follow.

Jeyne turned back to look at him. "We have a cabin."