[Musebox] - "I Took Her Castle"

[goodandtrue]

The horrors of the siege faded in Jeyne's memory, the longer that she cared for and tended Robb Stark at his bedside. Titles yielded as his face became fixed in her mind; "The Young Wolf", "King in the North", these seemed too grand for him when he was nothing more than a boy in bed. A handsome boy, no older than she was, but still too young for such power and weight on his shoulders. He had seemed inhuman in the battle, his wolf dominating much of her fears, as she had witnessed him tearing the throat of one of her childhood friends. Even Robb was large and imposing at the time, leading his men and felling several Crag soldiers. She only had a few glimpses as she was ushered into the Sept, but it was enough to stay with her.

Her mother had been cross and severe at the time. It was unlikely she had taken them to the Sept to pray, but for some form of shame on the Northern lords, if they stormed the castle and started raping the women. That hadn't happened though, thankfully, as they were too concerned with their king being injured and securing the land. They celebrated, to be sure, but Sybell had kept her daughter away from the majority of them. Strangely, it was Robb Stark she insister her daughter care for and tend to. The decision apparently having been made between her uncle and mother, the pair huddled together as they looked to Jeyne and then towards Robb's rooms. What they hoped to get from this was unclear, but Jeyne knew how to be hospitable and doing something, anything was preferable to waiting and worrying about what was to come.

Maester Royce was kind and showed her how to dress and clean the wound, how to administer Milk of the Poppy in the right dosage, as well as how to keep his fever down. Over time, he said that she would make a fine nurse herself. She seared that onto her heart, feeling pride for that alone. If that was the brightest spot of this, then she could move forward with some achievement (as her mother felt she failed in so many other ways.)

Eventually, he began to stir and by the fifth day, he woke in the small room with the young girl at his side. She smiled at Robb gently, urging him to stay where he was. "You were injured, your grace, but the wound is much recovered now. You should keep resting, do you need me to summon anyone for you?"