Your door is kicked open. (M)

You hear the iron lock break as your door is struck again. A third blow, and your door is thrown wide open. Your shoulders tense as you get a first look at your assailants. Two men. Dressed in furs, leather, and steel. Covered in blood. One was stocky with dark red-brown hair and blue eyes. He looked strong. The other one was lean with black hair and dark grey eyes. He looked fast. You were outnumbered, and you were a squire with little to no combat experience. The odds were not in your favor.

You charge at the brown haired man's chest with your sword. You would've almost had him if the black haired one hadn't grabbed you from behind. He clutched your wrists. "Drop it," he ordered, tightening his grip. You let go of your sword. It hits the marble floor with a clang. He twists your arms behind your back evoking a grunt from you. "What do have here? Looks like we caught ourselves a little lion, Robb," he jested, nipping and licking at your ear. Disgusting, you thought struggling to get away from his mouth.

The brown haired man approached you with a shit-eating grin. You looked up at him. He towered over you significantly. "This lad's prettier than most of the girls we had already, Jon," he chuckled. Your eyes widen as you realize your captors true identities. Just my fucking luck, you thought, the Young Wolf and his bastard brother. Robb Stark looked into your eyes and smirked. "We're going to have fun fucking you, boy."