[ with a hand resting on top of her own robb leads her from the revelry, from those unknown eyes and stuffy air. though knowing little of the great hall he walks with purpose, following the halls until it brings them out into the fresh evening air.

he waits for a moment, blue eyes casting a look behind them and once he is certain that they were not followed he exhales. tension draining from his limbs. ]

I was coming for you. [ robb begins to speak almost with uncertainty, he feels as if he failed by the look of her now. older and wiser, with dark hair and a false name. ] I was coming for you and Arya both. [ he had failed their father, but he would not fail them. ]

I pray you will forgive me, I made you wait far too long.