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The night had grown cold as Robb sat in his tent, the weight of leadership pressing heavily on his shoulders. His men had been busy preparing for the next move in the war, but the sounds of laughter and cheering outside startled him. Curious, he rose, his boots crunching against the frost-covered ground as he stepped out.

The camp had gathered around a figure, and Robb’s eyes narrowed as he saw her—dragged through the snow by his men, the daughter of the late King Robert. Her gown was torn, and blood stained her side where an arrow had lodged, still half-sunk in her hip. She looked like a doe caught by wolves—defeated, but still proud, her chin held high despite the humiliation.

“Enough,” Robb’s voice rang out, cutting through the laughter. His gaze was sharp as he approached, his commanding presence making his men pause. “Untie her.”

The men hesitated, glancing at each other nervously, but Robb’s tone brooked no argument. The ropes were cut, the tension thick in the air as they freed her, leaving her standing before him, wounded but still defiant.

His gaze softened only slightly as he looked her over, the fierceness in her eyes undeniable despite the state she was in. “You’ve been through enough,” he muttered under his breath, then raised his voice.

His men exchanged uncertain glances but obeyed, the scene before him now quieter. Robb’s mind was racing, torn between the duty of his position and the unexpected presence of his enemy’s daughter in his camp.