He glanced at Theon, seated to his right as always. He wasn’t about to change his mind but maybe this way they’d at least feel consulted? It wasn’t going to be a productive meeting since Robb had no intention of killing Theon and they all felt that he had to. Of course, that did leave him with a different kind of headache, one Robb liked to call ‘wow my bannermen seem really keen on cutting Theon’s head off.’ So they were having a meeting about it. Theon would be glad to go but not so much to leave Robb and guilting him about it would be tremendously unfair and borderline cruel. He wouldn’t stop him when the time came, wouldn’t even try. At any rate, Theon eventually leaving wasn’t Theon leaving now. Now, after this whole thing with the Iron Throne and Pyke was settled, he’d have to go and figure out what was going on on Pyke and what his status was there.Īssuming they survived, of course, but he preferred to envision a future where he and the people he cared for were alive. But he also didn’t want Theon to leave and now he wouldn’t have to. Oh, he wanted Theon to be happy and have his rights as his father’s heir and this blatant ignoring of the warning not to rebel again or Theon’s head would roll didn’t indicate good things on that front. It was one of the – many – reasons he was glad that Theon hadn’t gone back to Pyke after all. But it always made him laugh and he really could use some more laughter these days. Assuming he had competent guards and he rather did hope that. And he responded to worries about people realizing he was spending the night by sneaking into the tent in such an overdramatic manner that it was sure to fool no one. Theon just pointed out that at least the guards should provide a buffer and give Robb time to make himself presentable if someone absolutely had to see him at an indent hour. It was always Robb’s tent despite the fact that his tent had guards outside it who might notice that Theon sometimes forgot to leave and people were far more likely to want to come see him in his tent than they were to see Theon in his. Robb had wisely refrained from mentioning that it was his tent. So Theon was actually probably lucky, really, but when Robb had been musing aloud about it in bed the night before Theon had glared at him and threatened to kick him out. What did that leave? Theon conveniently shipwrecking on a desert island and not coming back until he was sure that the war was over? ![]() ![]() He couldn’t reasonably expect Theon to fight against his family but he couldn’t pretend he’d react well to finding Theon raiding the coast either. ![]() As if Robb had the time to deal with them right now. He didn’t even want to think about Theon going to try and get his people to side with Robb (well, the North but he knew where Theon’s interests lay) and being met with the news they were actually going to make his life much more difficult. In fact, if they had gotten news of the attack later (for, after all that preparation, would they really be open to attacking someone else?), it would have just put Theon in an impossible position. It had taken him weeks to leave Winterfell after he called the banners and the North could muster up far more strength than the Iron Islands ever could. Now, rationally Robb realized that going off to war isn’t a decision made in an afternoon. They hadn’t even sent a raven yet though they were about to. He and Theon had been days away, at most, from finalizing the plan to send him home to Pyke.
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