Winter immediately followed with great, lumbering strides.
His three heads curiously leaned toward Myrcella, whom Lynn was leading by the hand, and gently sniffed her.
The little princess was too frightened to move, but a spark of wonder shone in her green eyes.
Just then, a woman in a gray gown hurried out through the castle gates.
Catelyn Tully.
There was a weariness on her face that she could barely conceal.
But the moment she saw Lynn and Robb, her blue eyes lit up.
Her gaze swept over Lynn, then the enormous dragon that could keep any lord awake at night, before finally settling on the little blond girl beside Lynn.
"Ser Lynn."
Catelyn sounded anxious.
She approached Lynn, her eyes fixed on him all the while.
"My daughters... Sansa and Arya. Are they... doing well in King's Landing?"
Her voice trembled slightly as she asked.
Word of the storm in King's Landing had long since spread throughout the Seven Kingdoms by raven.
She knew Lynn had won the Tournament, that Queen Cersei of House Lannister had been accused of murder, and that Lynn had fought a bloody trial by combat to clear the queen's name.
Every night, she prayed for her husband and daughters.
"Lady Stark, please don't worry."
Lynn's voice carried a reassuring strength.
"They're both doing well."
He glanced at Robb, who was listening intently beside them, then looked back at Catelyn.
"Arya is the same as ever. When she isn't practicing with her sword, she's thinking up ways to play tricks on her teacher."
A helpless but fond smile appeared on Catelyn's face.
That certainly sounded like something her younger daughter would do.
"And Sansa?"
She was more worried about her elder daughter.
Sansa had grown up in a world of songs and dreams. A place