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[HEFZY]

King in the North...King in the North...and once more, King in the North.
The sound of such words kept making echo on his head, and truth to be told, at such a young age, the young wolf was more concerned about pleasing his mother and keeping his family alive, than about being an actual king, in the North, or anywhere else.

Whilst he had proven to be smart enough to figure out clever plans for the battle field, he was struggling nonetheless to cope with all the blabling and royal manners, ladies and lords bowing, making and breaking alliances; faking smiles and pretending to care about the current gossips about who married who; so finally having a break for himself, was refreshing to say the least. The cold air filling up his lungs, and the all too familiar sounds of the woods made him feel like home, safe, even.

It wasn't hard for him to find his way through the forest and get into the most peaceful spots, where neither wolves nor shadow cats would creep over him, not that any of those would dare to get anywhere close him with his dyrewolf and eternal companion, but that was not quite the point, and if it came to that, he still had his sword.

A sudden noise caught his attention, and he couldn't help himself but trying to find the source. It didn't take long before he could figure it out. A shadowy form slowly became clear before his eyes. It was a woman. "Pardon me, mi'lady, but what's a maiden doing here in the woods at such ungodly hours? The old and the knew know, that it is quite dangerous to wander alone around here in times of war"

 

[Hige]

Arye the huntress was clad in green garb to help her blend in with the trees. Neither man nor beast could spot her unless she wanted to be spotted, but Robb, the King, had caught her by suprise. She regarded him suspiciously, lion-men or wolven men were known to hoist women up onto gallows and accuse them of lying with the other.
"Hunting, I presume, what is a man doing out so far from his castle?" She asked, with a brow raised. She turned and drew her bow suggestively, letting him know that if he pressed or startled her he might find an arrow in his heart. This close leather armor wouldn't stop an arrow.

 

[HEFZY]

A simle drew upon his face, when his dyrewolf took a step closer, overprotective. With a gentle gesture, Robb, placed his hand over his head, petting him like some sort of puppy despite it's giantic size. "Trying to make it out of here without becoming the prey, i guess" Slowly, the King in the North stood up, and granted her a rather deep bow, maybe way too formal for a peasant, but Robb was a gentleman nonetheless. "Allow me to introduce myself, mi'lady. My name is Robb. Robb Stark" He took a step closer, and so did his dyrewolf, cautiously placing itself nearby "May i know the name of such a gift to the sight?"

 

[Hige]

Arye felt her stomach nervusly lurch. She had threatened a king. Had it been another nobleman she probably wouldn't care but her head could be easily removed for treason or another. She lowered her bow, only having it half raised in case the wolf attacked her.
"Arye, Arye Benvlo." She said, her breath showing in the cold harsh winter.

"If you want to survive, three miles south there's'a village. Nice tavern." She suggested.

 

[HEFZY]

"Arye huh?" He repeated toying with the sound of her name on his mouth. "My sister's name is Arya. Quite similar" He pointed out with a nostalgic smile growing on his face "And if you are anything like her i better surrender before you crush me with no mercy" Robb laughed, cheerfully. It was quite obvious that he took it more as joke than offence, the perks of being young.
Dramatically, Robb bent the knee before her, just to stand up staring at her "I will follow you wherever you want" He replied casually "If i want to win the war i need to survive my encounters with a lady, don't you think?"

 

[Hige]

"Arye is the male form of the name." Arye said, just one of the things she knew. It had been that way for her father had wanted another son, but instead, was left with Arye.

That was always the sentiment Arye gathered.

Arye's poised brow softened at his kind words. "That's right my king, I'm a deadly force of nature. " She paused when he spoke of war. "If you want to win the war you'll need a lot more than you're good looks, I agree."