Jory had seen the handmaiden arriving long before she had made herself known and he knew his time with Islya was cut short. He kept his mouth closed as she spoke about her lord husband, the words ‘I’m here’ caught in his throat and as he glanced over at Islya as he pulled away fro the kiss, forcing himself to do so, knowing she was having similar thoughts.
“Allow me to escort you both to him.” Jory said, looking at the young girl, making it clear he was going to go with Islya no matter what the girl said, and she just nodded, too scared and cold to say much else and offered Islya a smile. A rare gentle smile.
It’s going to be fine. Jory thought to himself as he walked with the two women to greet Lord Glover and Jory relished in seeing the Lord’s face as he made it a point to stay close to Isyla as the old Lord came ino view and he shuddered at the thought of his dear lady wife having to share a bed with this man.
Lord Glover was an older man, but he was like any Northern man. The appeal was rugged and modest, his long ginger hair was losing its lustre with greys speckled through. The sight of his young, Dornish wife made him smile, but it changed into something of quiet rage when he recognized the man beside her.
Her husband, back from the dead. He had only heard word recently, but by then he had already stolen the opportunity to have the girl for himself. Ned had been hesitant about it, the age difference was significant, but Robb was quick to keep the Lords supporting hin, content.
The man had been holding out, 45 long years for a wife good enough hold the attention of the old brute. Now that a supposed corpse was walking, didn’t mean he could have her back.
“Ahh, My beautiful wife.” He made it a point to take her to his side, far from the Captain of Winterfells guard. “Thank you for returning her to me.” He spoke through gritted teeth and kissed her lovingly on lips.
Isyla was screaming on the inside, she was sure Jory would just stab the Lord in the throat and steal her away. But she was also sure of his loyalty to Robb and house Stark. She could only offer him an apologetic look, truly helpless at the mercy of this man.
“I trust your journey was enjoyable.” She replied to the man that now believed he owned her. His kiss felt wrong, especially in the presence of the man that she truly belonged to. “Thank you, Jory.” I love you- Her eyes conveyed.
Jory’s fingernails dug into his palms as Lord Glover took Islya from his side and he only nodded as Lord Glover spoke, figuring he shouldn’t speak because he feared what would have come if he began to speak. But as he watched Isyla being kissed by him, it was breaking him. This man didn’t have the right to do what he was doing and Jory wanted to steal Islya away, hurt Lord Glover. Jory knew if he did he would risk Robb’s war, risk his alliances. He prayed to the Gods Galbert would die soon and he could take back his wife.
“You’re most welcome Islya.” He ignored Glover’s words. “Should you need me for any reason, you know where to find me.” He made a point to draw out his words, looking at Glover the whole time, seething with anger and he knew he needed to talk to Robb at some point, but was being called by a new recruit asking for Jory to train them. “Excuse me, I’m afraid i am needed.” He slowly and reluctingly left, his eyes not leaving Islya until he was forced to.
Goldnwulf 