Post by Edmure Tully on Apr 7, 2015 18:35:44 GMT
He found the king where he had suspected he would be: amongst his men. He was going through fighting drills with his men in the yard of Riverrun, shouting praise and advice at them. His great grey direwolf prowled by his feet. They both seemed to be racing toward adulthood. Robb had grown a new beard, and looked much older than his fifteen years as he strode through the yard, regal and strong as any King in the North before him. Edmure saw a bit of himself in the boy. His thick auburn hair, his stocky build, and his blue eyes all cried out the name Tully, yet there was Stark in him too. That was unmistakable.
Edmure almost felt jealously as he walked toward his nephew. The king was fairer than him and better loved. Edmure had never led an army and yet this boy has won fame and renown across the Seven Kingdoms as the Young Wolf. What about the Young Trout? Though now was not the time for envy, Edmure knew. He would have his chance to defeat the Lannister scum in battle soon enough and then he would bask in the glory of victory. Now he feared for his men and their lands. His father was lethally ill and Edmure knew that the role of lord would soon fall to him. As lord he needed to protect his people and his lands, above all else, . He just needed to make Robb understand that. The future lord had already failed his people once before when the Lannisters crushed the Riverlands forces along the border. He would not let that happen again. The wound on his neck stung at the memory of the defeat.
"Your Grace," Edmure called out to his nephew, as he strode across the yard to him, "I have important business I must discuss with you."
Robb Stark
Edmure almost felt jealously as he walked toward his nephew. The king was fairer than him and better loved. Edmure had never led an army and yet this boy has won fame and renown across the Seven Kingdoms as the Young Wolf. What about the Young Trout? Though now was not the time for envy, Edmure knew. He would have his chance to defeat the Lannister scum in battle soon enough and then he would bask in the glory of victory. Now he feared for his men and their lands. His father was lethally ill and Edmure knew that the role of lord would soon fall to him. As lord he needed to protect his people and his lands, above all else, . He just needed to make Robb understand that. The future lord had already failed his people once before when the Lannisters crushed the Riverlands forces along the border. He would not let that happen again. The wound on his neck stung at the memory of the defeat.
"Your Grace," Edmure called out to his nephew, as he strode across the yard to him, "I have important business I must discuss with you."
Robb Stark
