[Robb had been on his way to his uncle's wedding, when the sprites lured him away. He can't help but wonder just what he was thinking, because now he's as far away from his army as he can get. Walder Frey is going to be incredibly displeased, and Robb can already imagine the scolding his mother will give him--that is, if he ever gets back to Westeros. After being briefed on why he's been brought here, it's something he can't help but doubt.
He does partake of the feast, but not that much--a bite of bread, a sip of wine, and he feels a little safer, but still on guard, still uneasy. He speaks politely enough to the lords from other worlds, but each conversation is short and tense. He's wary, and he's looking around for a familiar face when he finds one he never thought he'd see again.
He doesn't drop the loaf of bread he'd taken, but it's a near thing.]
Father? [For the first time in a long while, Robb Stark sounds young, shock written clear across his features. Well, who wouldn't be shocked--his father's bones had been sent north to be interred in the crypts of Winterfell, when he last checked, and now here he is, alive and hale and whole.]
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He does partake of the feast, but not that much--a bite of bread, a sip of wine, and he feels a little safer, but still on guard, still uneasy. He speaks politely enough to the lords from other worlds, but each conversation is short and tense. He's wary, and he's looking around for a familiar face when he finds one he never thought he'd see again.
He doesn't drop the loaf of bread he'd taken, but it's a near thing.]
Father? [For the first time in a long while, Robb Stark sounds young, shock written clear across his features. Well, who wouldn't be shocked--his father's bones had been sent north to be interred in the crypts of Winterfell, when he last checked, and now here he is, alive and hale and whole.]