To the eldest son and heir of our late hero.

Robb Stark was awoken late at night by the servants and ushered to Maester Luwin's chambers. "The raven arrived just now," said the old man. Robb read the letter with dull wonder.

"This makes no sense. My father cut down in the act of killing the king? I am to go to King's Landing as soon as possible to 'prove my loyalty'? My sisters are presently "safe in the care of King Joffrey"?" Robb bit his lip, and wondered what he was going to do...