"Jeyne… Westerling…"
Muttering, a sharp glint suddenly flashed in Robb's eyes. He said, "Lady Jeyne, do you know Earl Gawen Westerling?"
Gawen Westerling, Earl of Casterly Rock, was one of the generals in Jaime Lannister's army. He participated in the siege of Riverrun and was captured by Robb's Stark army in the Battle of Whispering Wood (Chapter 221). He is currently imprisoned in Seaguard in the Riverlands.
Jeyne picked up a towel from a basin nearby and said, "He is my father. I learned from my brother that he is 'a guest' in your kingdom."
Robb tried to move but frowned as it pulled at his wound.
Seeing this, Jeyne immediately leaned closer. She helped Robb lie back down, and he smelled a faint floral fragrance on her.
"Thank you… Lady Jeyne."
Jeyne picked up the towel again and sat by the bed, a gentle smile in her beautiful brown eyes. She said, "Your Majesty, though you are strong, you are still injured for now. You need to rest obediently."
Robb smiled, his gaze unconsciously drifting to Jeyne's ample hips. He paused, and the Young Wolf quickly averted his eyes.
He cleared his throat and said, "You just mentioned your brother. Is he doing well?"
Jeyne's small hand gently lifted one of Robb's large hands. She wiped it with the towel as she said, "His name is Reynald Westerling. Reynald is my father's heir. He was awed by your bravery…"
She chuckled softly and continued, "My brother excitedly told me that he saw a true King, jumping up and down. He was like a little boy then…"
Jeyne's voice was soft and sweet, giving a warm and comfortable feeling. Robb listened quietly and fell asleep without realizing it.
That night, Robb's body suddenly became hot, and Jeyne was busy almost all night.
As dawn broke, the Young Wolf, who had shown signs of the fever breaking, became hot again. Jeyne, who had just intended to rest, had no choice but to pick up the towel again.
In the evening, Robb, whose fever had subsided, looked at the pale Jeyne and said, "Lady Jeyne, you've worked hard."
Jeyne smiled faintly: "You're welcome, it's my honor."
She approached with a black nightgown and added, "Let me change you; you'll be much more comfortable."
Robb nodded and said, "Thank you for your trouble."
With Jeyne's help, Robb's robe was removed. His muscles were clearly visible, like a statue carved from stone, full of power.
Jeyne's graceful figure… leaned forward as she draped the new nightgown over him.
Her soft fingertips brushed him accidentally, and she immediately held her breath, as did Robb, whose body stiffened.
Thump-thump, thump-thump, their heartbeats echoed in their ears, as rapid and strong as drumbeats.
Jeyne, with her face slightly lowered, could feel Robb's gaze seemingly piercing through her. She gently bit her tender pink lip and slowly raised her small face.
Robb and Jeyne's eyes met. They read deep affection and expectation in each other's eyes.
Then, it seemed they both suddenly found their breath. Their breathing echoed in the tent, like a moving melody, intoxicating them.
First, the green long dress gently fell to the floor, followed by the black nightgown.
"Your Majesty…"
"Call me Robb."
"Hmm… Robb… your injury…"
Tonight, the Young Wolf fought with his wounds.
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