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The banners of House Baratheon rippled in the cold northern wind, golden stags shining against a sea of black. The riders had been spotted on the Kingsroad hours ago, and now, all of Winterfell stood in quiet anticipation.

Robb stood near his father, shifting his weight slightly as he watched the gates. He had heard stories of King Robert since he was a boy, of the great warrior who had fought alongside his father in rebellion, but now the man arriving was not the same youthful hero. Robert was a king, and kings brought change.

Beside him, his mother Catelyn adjusted the folds of her cloak. Her attention, however, was divided. It was not just the royal party that was arriving today—her family, kin from the Riverlands, were expected as well.

Robb had only met his cousins a handful of times in his life, but his mother had always spoken fondly of them. The idea of having more family in Winterfell, even for a short time, left him feeling… uncertain. Would they be like Jon, who could match him in the yard but carried an unspoken shadow over him? Or like Bran, eager to prove himself but still a boy?

A gust of wind swept through the courtyard as the distant sound of hooves grew louder.

“They’re close,” Robb muttered beside Jon, his sharp eyes fixed on the road.