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Welcome to Volantis

The first thing Robb noticed once arriving in Volantis, is the strong scent of the sea. It is almost stronger than the foul scent of waste and rubbish. The crowds were enormous, with traders, hagglers, and slaves all moving about at the harbor. Robb's prediction of their arrival was correct, it had only been 2 more days since he figured, and luckily his cold was mostly over. He had some lingering sniffling, but otherwise was stronger and healthier appearing than he was just a few days ago. He accredits a good portion of that to sleep, having slept longer hours than he was used to keeping, and tea Jeyne had made for him.

Eyes wide, he's look around them as he hoisted their small satchel with their things further up his shoulder as they moved away from the boat. "There's so many people." He commented, having to force himself through the crowd, a hand tightly holding onto Jeyne's to assure that they won't be separated. "Let's find some food, first."

He had grown accustomed to seafood, though the ideas of fresh fruit appealed to him more at this time, hoping they could find some local farmers, selling their goods.

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When Two Starks Walk into Braavos

In all of Westeros, it was known that the King in the North was dead and Winterfell had fallen into ruin. No one knew of the Stark family, as it was presumed they were all dead, wiped out over the last two years due to the war sparked by the fall of Robert Baratheon and Eddard Stark's 'treason'.

Robb should've been dead, as he took a fatal blow to his abdomen, but for some reason Walder Frey took pity on Catelyn's pleas and bothered to send him to the healers, yet still sending the ravens of the notification of his demise. That was the deal: Robb was to leave the north, if he survived, and to never return. It was some Stark soldier killed that was paraded around in Robb's clothes, decapitated with Grey Wind's head attached. Frey only had so much mercy to provide, you see.

Septicemia set in Robb from his wounds, and he ran a fever that was known to kill the young, old, and weak, but in the wee hours of the night four days later was when he broke it. His mutterings and delusions ceased and he started waking up. When Robb was able to barely raise a spoon to his mouth, that was when Frey's hospitality ran out and he kicked him out with the specific instructions of how he was to leave Westeros. They shaved him clean and sheered his curls, hoping no one would recognize him as he was set off to the Narrow Sea to board a boat and sail to Essos, leaving everything behind.

He had never been on a ship before, and the sea sickness nearly devastated his already weakened state. The pain in his abdomen muscles burned and ached as he vomited nothing from his stomach. Every night he prayed to the Gods, asking why he had lived and what purpose did he serve now. Talisa was dead, his son along with; his brothers were presumably dead, his sisters most likely were as well. His mother... Her wounds were too devastating, he had heard, and she too perished on the floor of the great hall in the Twins.

By the time Robb landed in Braavos, a beard was already growing back into his face, and his hair was just beginning to show the curls again, although still very short. He stumbled onto the ground from the ship, looking equally parts lost and in wonder of the new city. It was here he had to determine what to do next, as he knew no one in the city.

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A Bleak Future - TOS AU

It had been years spent in the Nysgod world. Robb still questioned what his own Gods' reasoning was for him, but his faith was becoming thinner and thinner by the day. He had become hardened here, retreating back to his training as a king and burying his emotions under layers and layers of stoicism and suppression.

There had been many changes in scenery, being pulled around like pawns of the Nsygods until there was a war no one could prevent or end. Robb had hoped bloodshed would be put behind him since leaving Westeros, leaving him bitter and angry about war, which was only made worse when he lost Talisa.... again.

Whatever had happened at the Frey wedding made her unable to ever bear children, he imagined the scars were too deep within her womb, which only became worse as time went by and little Eddard was never be held in each others arms. Robb had accepted that and made peace on his own terms for it, though it ate away at Talisa. She too became more hardened, disciplined, and dedicated to her healing abilities thanks to advancing technology and the lessons taught from others. That's why it didn't surprise him that she died doing what she knew and loved best: caring for others. That was also the day Robb Stark stopped smiling completely.

There was intermittent peace every now and then, but it didn't last long until another skirmish popped up, inflicting more conflict. Days ticked by into years to where most of the candidates were now spread apart with little communication beyond underground transmissions late at night through a radio.

There were a few allies still left, ones Robb would do anything to protect, and that included Margaery, who now stayed by his side and equally capable of defending herself when the time came. They all had to know this if they were going to continue to survive.

Sitting outside in the small makeshift home they had built together Robb was finishing sharpening his sword when he looked over to Margaery, as if having a thought suddenly strike him, "Today is my name day." Funny, how after all this time he'd still remember this. Surprisingly, the calendar was similar to that they knew back home. "It's my 30th name day..." At least he could be pleased to know there was a pause in battles at the time being.

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Of Autumn Winds and Boiling Blood

Continued from this thread here.

It took him a moment to wade out further in the warm ocean water, and after seeing Jeyne watching him with the biggest smile he had ever seen on her face, that was motivation enough to make it past the breakers to join her.

"I wouldn't say as natural as you." He commented, though handling his own in the water, miraculously.

A wave crashed over, soaking him, and he slicked back his curled hair and offered her a laugh before swimming over in her direction. "I used to play in the streams in the woods, nothing like this."

Glancing upwards, Robb finally had a look in the night's sky, "I wish every night was as beautiful as this." She might've had a part in that statement.

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When Two Starks Walk into Braavos

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Of Autumn Winds and Boiling Blood