Souls Lost and Secrets Found
First Day of the Fourth Month 294 AC
There was rarely a case where asking too many questions of the future was to the detriment of the one doing the asking. And so you ask four more of the serpent-god Yss: "Why has Lord Stark not received word about Robert Bratheon's death? Is Maester Luwin to blame? Is Maester Luwin loyal to Lord Stark? Is master Luwin part of the Conspiracy of Oldtown?" Each time the vessel's answer is the same:
No.
Good. the last thing you needed to do was tell the man who had just lost his foster brother and son that the man whose counsel he had lost trusted was a traitor. One more question you ask of the Great Serpent before departing. "Can Robb Stark be restored. to life?"
"Yes..." You breathe a sigh of relief... too soon.
"So long as his soul is recovered from its prison."
Your thoughts go back at once to the leshy's account of the murderer.
"Its body lived and its heart beat, but its soul was elsewhere, in the grip of the Enemy..."
"Fuck," Dany courses beside you, the sound unnaturally loud in the sanctum. Thankfully Yss does not seem to care.
***
You arrive in Winterfell without fanfare under cover of night, under the boughs of the godswood to find Lord and Lady Stark waiting for you alongside the aged Maester Luwin and a grim faced man you guess must be Jory Cassel. Guilt still lingers behind his eyes for all he tries to show a brave front. Jon you note is not here, nor are any of the other children.
"My lord, my lady," you begin courteously introducing your company. Ser Richard is the easiest, his purpose here as obvious as the sword at his side, in a way you suspect reassuring that you would still need protection, though you doubt the Starks would find comfort knowing the sorts of foes the knight had guarded you from.
Dany offers a small smile and a charming little courtesy that comes off as putting a brave face on things, your mother draws surprised looks but not shocked, news of her return to life having already been both heard and believed. As to Vee, you suspect she might have drawn more attention from Lady Stark on any other day, but not in the wake of her son's death. Her eyes fix on Rina before you can offer her name, sorrow shifting to rage: "You... you're one of them! You did..."
"Catelyn," Lord Stark cuts her off, though his words are soft. "The letter mentioned the lady and that she is no enemy. Prince Viserys is a
guest here and so are those brought with him."
"Yes... yes... I apologize, can you...?" she eyes your mother before she cuts herself off, the oft practiced mask of noble courtesy slipping over shock and grief with the skill that only long practice can breed.
"There is much to speak of, but before all else I must bring news of another who died due to Winter's embrace." You sigh as you hand over the newspaper fresh off print. "I make no claim to sorrow for it would not be believed regardless, but I feel it will serve us all here to know where we stand in light of this."
Eddard Stark reads the lines, once, twice, three times, you can see his eyes moving over the lettering even as his mind or perhaps his heart cannot believe it. You expect him to call you a liar at least once, until his reason catches up to his emotions. He does nothing of the sort. All he asks is. "Can I keep this?"
It is a ridiculous question, in a way this is a ridiculous circumstance, just as it it tragic in light of Robb Stark's death. "Of course." After a moment you add. "If you need time I understand..."
"No," the word is harsh, as if torn from his throat. "Too much time has been wasted already. You have to see to the
thing that killed Rob. I think it is safe to say that all of us here share an enemy, whatever else might lie between us."
Lady Stark gives him a worried look, then catches sight of the Times' headline and looks almost... relieved? Of course she would have little cause to be attached to Baratheon beyond the practical, and sending her daughter to Runestone could be seen as hedging her bets.
Investigating the wards reveals that the protections of Winterfell are intact as they can be, though unmanned as in your last visit. That the attacker has simply scaled the wall and not been recognized as a creature of Winter, perhaps Rina posits a new sort of servant, though that had not spared it from being barred from the crypts by the defenses Jon erected. Alas, the agent's nature was such that its remains could not be read as usual. Divinations that bespeak bones read the imprint of the soul upon the body and no soul has dwelt in those bones for centuries. All this Vee recounts silently from her investigation on the other side of the keep while in Lord Stark's solar you give as close an accounting of Winter and the Void as you can.
You glance at Dany and see the same uncertainty in her eyes as is likely reflected in yours. How to tell grieving parents their son's soul had been stolen by an an all consuming darkness of the Far North. Yet tell them you must, you had not forgotten Lady Stark's aborted question upon your meeting and worse yet according to Rina attempts to raise Rob will restore him to life yes, but only as something akin to his killer, utterly in the thrall of Winter.
"May I speak to Jon?" your sister asks, shattering a moment of silence. Catching Lord Stark's eye she says simply. "I think it is best if you just tell them now. Robert is not around to care and any sorcerer who cares to look deep enough into his parentage can see." That last part is not strictly true thanks to the meddling of Bloodraven and the Old Gods, but the Starks do not need to know that.
The shock lies so heavy you can almost feel it like the air of a brewing storm. For his part the Lord of Winterfell looks like he had been struck by lightning, finally he says: "Before you offered me a moment, I shall take it now... while your sister speaks to Jon."
"Certainly," you bow. "We will be in the godswood..." Which will hopefully give you a chance to speak to the Old Gods about Robb's soul.
***
Alas the answers you get from a grim and weary Bloodraven are not what you might have hoped, the mutilated shell of his body is not enough to simply pull Robb's soul back. You will have to recover it some other way. Worse yet there is nothing stopping the Lords of Winter from now animating Robb Stark as a soulless automation under their control to put him to whatever use they deem fit. As news to give a grieving family on a day so many secrets have already been unveiled this makes a poor telling indeed.
How do you explain the situation of Robb's soul to the Starks?
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OOC: Well this was a lot longer than I anticipated, there is a lot going on character-wise. I'm tempted to do interludes, but I don't want this to drag.