Robb blinked as the images-for that was surely what they were-faded into his memory. He looked at Myrcella, then at the place where the figure had been. It was now nothing more than rubble or dust. He looked back at Myrcella and then said.
"I think we've just seen something that might happen." He wasn't sure why, but he strongly felt that what he had seen was the truth. That the images he had seen that they had seen, for Myrcella had said she had seen the same thing, were things that would happen.
He got his confirmation when Myrcella asked. "How does a direwolf climb up a tower? I didn't think direwolves could climb?"
"They can't." Robb said. Bran had found a book buried somewhere deep in the library that had said as much. "So, it's clearly a representation of someone within the family."
"Someone who likes to climb?" Myrcella asked.
"Yes." Robb replied. "Which means that it'll be Bran. He's the one who loves climbing. He's always giving Mother a scare with where he climbs and how high he climbs."
Myrcella nodded. "That tower he was on, was that the broken tower?"
Robb thought back then nodded. "But why he'd climb that tower I don't know."
Myrcella frowned. "You said he liked climbing, surely that tower would be the perfect thing to climb?"
"Well, yes, but Bran has never climbed it before. He promised father and mother that he'd never climb it." Robb said. "He swore it on his honour."
He expected Myrcella to laugh, Theon had when he'd heard, but his betrothed surprised him by simply nodding. "So, that raises the question, did the vision suggest he was going to climb it and if so, why?"
Robb thought on this, there was nothing, nothing that would cause Bran or any of their siblings to break their word of honour. Their father had instilled it in them from the time they were babes, that their word was their bond, and to break their word was a crime more serious than almost anything else. But then he remembered the crow, the thing that had stood out in that first image. "The crow." He said. "The crow must have prompted him to climb the tower."
"Why?" Myrcella asked.
"Bran's developed a fascination with crows. It started around the time we found the direwolves." Robb explained. He couldn't understand why, crows were common throughout the north, especially the far north. But this, this was something else. It was as if he was drawn to them.
"So, what can we do?" Myrcella asked.
"The only thing we can do is keep an eye on Bran and make sure he doesn't climb that tower." Robb said, he glanced at Greywind and thought. And I need you to make sure Summer keeps Bran away from there.
He wasn't sure if Greywind understood, but the mere fact that his direwolf grunted reassured him.
He turned back to Myrcella and asked. "Did you see the other visions? The lion ripping the direwolf's head off? The wheel?"
"I did." Myrcella said. "I don't know what the last one means but I think I know what the second one means."
Robb raised an eyebrow. "What does it mean?" For some reason he got the sense that he didn't want to know the answer, but at the same time, he did.
"I think it has something to do with Joffrey." Myrcella said her voice soft.
"Joffrey?" Robb asked. "But he's a Baratheon."
"I know, but he sees himself more as a Lannister." Myrcella explained. "He's spent a long time under our mother's tutelage and thus sees himself more as a descendant of Tywin Lannister than Robert Baratheon. And I think he'd act accordingly."
Robb felt his eyebrow rise up at that. "What do you mean?"
Myrcella exhaled. "What I mean is that assuming Lord Eddard remains Hand of the King when Joffrey becomes King, I think there will be a brief period where there will be a scuffle for control. Joffrey will want to do things one way and your father may want to do things another. This may well lead to Joffrey deciding to remove your father."
Robb frowned. "Father would never go against the wishes of the King."
"But if his honour was called into question, what would he do?" Myrcella asked.
Robb thought on this. Father had rebelled against the Targaryens when his brother and father had been murdered and his life had been declared forfeit. He had said that the honour was in fighting for what was right. He had said honour demanded that Robert Baratheon take the throne after the Trident. But he had also broken his marriage vows to Mother and sired a bastard, Robb's beloved brother, Jon, but he had also raised the boy himself.
"He would do what he thought was right." Robb replied.
"And if that went against whatever nonsense Joffrey thought was right, then we'd end up with the situation we saw in the vision." Myrcella said.
"So, what do we do?" Robb asked.
"Nothing." Myrcella said.
"Nothing?" Robb replied surprised.
"We can't do anything. Nobody will believe us. Father thinks he will live forever, and would I be right in thinking that your father would never think that he'd do anything that might cause Joffrey to want him gone?" Myrcella answered. Robb nodded, prompting Myrcella to say. "Well there you go. We can't do anything, at least directly. But we can prepare."
"How?" Robb asked.
"Well, we need to find out more about each other's families, about each other. We need to work together as a team." Myrcella said.
"I want to do that anyway." Robb said, hating how much like a child he sounded then.
Myrcella smiled and took his hand. 'Then that is good, because I do too."
Robb felt a smile bloom on his lips then and was about to say something when Ser Arys spoke. "Your Highness, my lord, I have just seen His Highness Prince Joffrey walking this way with Lady Sansa."
Robb turned around and asked the knight. "Is Lady Sansa's direwolf with them?"
Ser Arys shook his head. "Not that I could see, my lord."
Robb frowned. That wasn't good, that wasn't good at all.