For now, he shall obey the royal command...

Robb sighed. "Well, whatever actually happened, Joffrey Baratheon is my king, and he holds my sisters. I will make the trip as I have been commanded."

"If my lord would make the trip in haste," suggested Maester Luwin, "a ship in White Harbor could be easily prepared. On the other hand, it might be wisest to travel overland, and arrive south in strength..."

"Perhaps I should speak to mother before undertaking any such thing..." suggested Robb.