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And Up to the Peaks You Were Bound by sharksdontsleep (Explicit)
Fandom: A SONG OF ICE AND FIRE
Characters: Robb Stark/Jeyne Westerling
Length: 6300 words
Author Website: sharksdontsleep on AO3
Why this must be read: This is beautiful stuff, showing us the growing relationship between Jeyne and Robb as Robb recovers from his wounds, and then hears the news from Winterfell. I particularly like the way sharksdontsleep works the personal story within the political one, and the insight into the Westerling’s position in the war. Jeyne’s mother is excellently sharp-edged and sensitive. Robb’s characterisation is also great – we get to see him as a king and a brother and a man and a boy, and when he talks about sharing a bed with his brothers, it hits home how recently that was. I suspect we may not have seen the last of Jeyne Westerling in canon, and this fic makes me hope so even more.
Jeyne should go to the sept and pray to the mother, the warrior, the crone.
She goes to him instead.
She brings water, some bread and some soup to soften the bread. He eats with his hands when he’s awake, mopping the bowl with bread after he slurps out the soup, sleeps almost immediately after. Perhaps he think she’s a servant or a Lannister spy or both.
I’m Jeyne, she wants to say. I’m Jeyne, and you’re the Young Wolf, the King in the North, and you killed my father’s bannermen, and Old Roddrick who saw to the hounds and Young Roddrick who saw to the horses. You make my sister cry and my mother get those hard grim lines around her mouth. Your men may kill my father, yet.
She says none of this.
And Up to the Peaks You Were Bound
Characters: Robb Stark/Jeyne Westerling
Length: 6300 words
Author Website: sharksdontsleep on AO3
Why this must be read: This is beautiful stuff, showing us the growing relationship between Jeyne and Robb as Robb recovers from his wounds, and then hears the news from Winterfell. I particularly like the way sharksdontsleep works the personal story within the political one, and the insight into the Westerling’s position in the war. Jeyne’s mother is excellently sharp-edged and sensitive. Robb’s characterisation is also great – we get to see him as a king and a brother and a man and a boy, and when he talks about sharing a bed with his brothers, it hits home how recently that was. I suspect we may not have seen the last of Jeyne Westerling in canon, and this fic makes me hope so even more.
Jeyne should go to the sept and pray to the mother, the warrior, the crone.
She goes to him instead.
She brings water, some bread and some soup to soften the bread. He eats with his hands when he’s awake, mopping the bowl with bread after he slurps out the soup, sleeps almost immediately after. Perhaps he think she’s a servant or a Lannister spy or both.
I’m Jeyne, she wants to say. I’m Jeyne, and you’re the Young Wolf, the King in the North, and you killed my father’s bannermen, and Old Roddrick who saw to the hounds and Young Roddrick who saw to the horses. You make my sister cry and my mother get those hard grim lines around her mouth. Your men may kill my father, yet.
She says none of this.
And Up to the Peaks You Were Bound