He was sure he had dead. The pain from the stabbing was so intense he had passed out and was left for dead. It wasn’t till a few weeks later that he woke up and woke to only vision in one eye. Jory was glad to have been alive, while he was handicapped it didn’t stop him from trying to get back to Kings Landing and to serve his Lord, Eddard Stark. But that’s when he had heard the news. Eddard was dead, Arya was gone and Sansa was still in the capitol. The Capatin of the guard heard of Robb Stark’s push to become King in the North and so, Jory headed home to Winterfell.
He had gotten back home, pledged his sword and house to Robb and went to go see his wife, but she wasn’t in Winterfell at all. She had just left for Dorne and Jory would have left to chase her down in a heartbeat, but Robb advised against it, sending a raven would be better and he needed Jory in the coming times at Winterfell.
So, Jory sent his Raven and prayed to the Gods it would reach her in time and she wouldn’t think of herself as a widow for much longer. The idea of her believing him to be dead…to be a widow, prehaps her father already arranging a marriage for her, broke his heart and he sat in his chambers, his head between his knees as he tried to hold back his tears.
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