Chapter 173

2 weeks later

Robb rode his at the front of his own men, a little lost in his own thoughts.

A few days ago, Theon had informed him that Lord Bolton was probably sleeping with the Ygritte girl.

He knew the girl. They had met each other for the first time when his father brought him and Jon to Dreadfort.

At that time, Ygritte was just a girl, young and filled with spirit. Like them. The casual and crass way in which she spoke to them raised his hackles at first. Jon seemed especially uncomfortable around a girl who could be so forward with a boy. Talking with them about having small cocks when they didn't play with her as if she was talking about breakfast.

But both Jon and him came around eventually. Finding the forwardness and honesty of the girl refreshing if not endearing.

The only girls his own age he had spent any amount of time before this was Sansa, Jayne Pool and their friends. All of them proper ladies or at least trying to act like one.

Arya was the only one who went against the norm.

He remembered often looking at Ygritte and wondering if Arya would have been similar if she had not been stifled by their mother and the septa who had been sent away a few years ago for some reason.

Even back then Ygritte was an great archer. But now, it would be no understatement to say that she was as good with her bow and arrow as Varko was with his blades

Jon had fallen hard for the girl, having developed his first crush but being too honorable or too scared to admit it.

Back then, they were young children, not knowing anything about the world.

Even now he didn't knew much about the world. And he would admit that.

But he did knew that Lord Bolton having an affair with the girl while being betrothed to his sister was not a good thing.

He wondered if he should confront Lord Bolton about this.

If Theon was wrong then that would be embarrassing but if he was correct then he didn't knew what he was going to do.

Maybe he should have a talk with his uncle Benjen.

Or maybe he should talk with Ygritte instead?

How would his sister take it if he told her that her beloved had a lover of his own?

How would his mother take it when she hear this news?

He shuddered just thinking about such an event.

He was brought out of his thoughts by the sound of hoof beats coming from behind him.

He turned around and saw Jon riding his horse with an urgent expression on his face, his direwolf Snowric having growing a bit more since the start of this journey easily keeping up with him.

"What is it Jon?" he asked as soon as Jon stopped near him.

Jon looked at him seriously and said "We're being followed."