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Robb and his men made made it to the Crag when everyone stopped in their tracks. Horses neighed in protest and the abrupt halt in movement, tugging at their reigns as all the men's eyes looked upwards.

Robb's mouth was slightly agap, eyes squinted as he looked at the queer blue box sitting in proud display before them. "What is that, my Lord?" Someone asked Robb, as if he would know.

There were grumblings and curses being harshly whispered as Robb shook his head, "I dunno." He had never seen such a thing before and couldn't place it. Even Grey Wind seemed unsettled next to him, pacing and unable to sit.

Martha poked her head out the door. "Doctor!" she called. "There's an army out here."

"Go see what they want!" he answered back, still fiddling with the console.

Martha rolled her eyes and fully stepped out of the TARDIS, looking over the vast army. Also, this definitely wasn't the paradise planet the Doctor had promised her. Not unless paradise meant cold and middle ages. She turned to tell him so when the TARDIS door slammed shut in her face. The familiar whine started up.

"No, no no NO! Doctor!" She slammed her fist on the door, but at the second knock, her fist continued traveling, the TARDIS having vanished beneath it.

"DOCTOR!" she called out again. When nothing happened, she turned nervously to survey the army.

It didn't take long before Martha was brought to Robb, who remained on his horse. She was dark in complexion and her clothes were very strange and unlike anything he had seen before. Once before him, Robb took notice of Grey Wind's demeanor who approached her with curiosity and without hostility.

"Who are you?" Robb asked, hushing up his men around him. "Who is your liege lord?" Her clothes didn't show any obvious support and curiosity got the best of him.

"Watch it!" she groused, trying to release her arm from the man holding her. He had a strong grip. She eyed the wolf. He wasn't outwardly threatening her at the moment, but his size was threatening enough on it's own. And between him and a ton of men with weapons, she felt particularly vulnerable. Her eyes move back to the man who had addressed her, and she lifted her chin an inch, straightening her shoulders as much as she can with the man holding her.

"I'm Martha Jones. I have no liege lord or lady. I'd appreciate it if your goon would unhand me. I'm not armed, nor have I anywhere to run."

An eyebrow raised at the word 'goon', but otherwise no outward expression was visible. After a moment of eye-to-eye contact, he finally nodded. "Release her." He spoke.

She appeared harmless and nothing was visible in her hands. "What is that you came from? That box?" The one that he'd like to mention disappeared.

Martha rolled her arm when the man lets go, but stood her ground. As she said, she has nowhere to run.

"The box? That's the TARDIS. My transport." Her face fell momentarily as it really hit her just how stuck she was. "I'm not quite sure what happened. All I know is I'm stuck here. I don't even know where here is."

"What is a 'TARDIS'?" Robb's eyebrows are kneaded together as he tried to figure this out. And how did it disappear? He didn't see any arrows lodged into it or saw it topple over. It literally disappeared.

"Where are you from?" She seemed to lack the recognition of him being a higher born, but it wasn't going to make a fuss over semantics. He rarely did.

Martha sets her jaw, though it's more to keep her teeth from audibly chattering than it is to keep from answering the questions he asks. Though she's not very willing to do that either. Not in front of everyone watching. This is an ancient time compared to hers, and she does not want to misstep any further than she may have only to end up dead. She can't stop from visibly shivering though. Martha was not dressed for this land. Especially with winter coming. At the very least she can offer the name of her city. It likely won't mean anything.

"L-London," she replies, the cold causing her to stutter. "I'm from a city called London." She ignores the question of the TARDIS.

He sees she evaded his question, but he decides to let it go for right now. She appeared harmless and rather cold. She was no where near close to being ready for the winter.

"Set up camp and have someone bring her some warm clothes." Robb wasn't in the mood to stall all night here and decided everyone would be pleased to have some sort of down time and food.

Later, in what was considered the great hall of the Crag, Robb sat at a table as a fire crackled behind him. Many of his men sat at the long tables, drinking from their mugs and pleased to be filling their bellies with what food was provided.

Robb had sat in silence for a while but finally brings himself, of course closely followed by Grey Wind, to where Martha sat by herself still appearing a little stunned.

The warm clothes were appreciated, and Martha gave him a grateful nod when he ordered someone bring them to her. She still didn't appreciate anything else about her current predicament, but at least the furs were warm... if smelly.

Later, Martha looked up when she heard him coming. "Your highness," she responded with a nod. She had at least picked up on that in the time they'd been in this great hall. Her gaze moved towards the wolf, but he wasn't actively threatening her and she let herself slightly relax.

"You have questions. As do I. A question for a question perhaps?"

He stands there with a flat affect, mulling over her proposal before nodding, "Fair enough." And he takes a seat opposite of her on the other side of the table. His hands are clasped together as he stares her down.

She had to forgive him as he wasn't very good at verbal communication, but at least thought out his words before speaking. "You said you are from London, where is that?" He knew all the maps of Westeros and Essos, it was instilled upon him ever since he was a boy. All the houses and their words, banners, alliances; he knew them all, yet London was completely foreign to him.

Martha returns his stare, trying to take his measure. He's young. Possibly even younger than her. And there's an aloofness to him that she can't figure out the source. Is it just because he's king? Or because he's young?

His question is difficult.

"Ah. London. It's a city in a country called England. Far, far away from here. At least I think so. It would help if I knew where here was." Okay, so her question is more of a statement.

In a quick reply, "Westeros, in the Westerlands specifically." His nose wrinkles slightly at trying to recall where a place called 'England' existed. Perhaps an island he had forgotten?

"And you have no liege lord... How?" Or perhaps he meant 'why'. Perhaps young, yes, or aloof, but his demeanor changed little once asked.

"Liege lord." There's those words again. "If you mean like a monarch, Queen Elizabeth II holds the throne, but we are in fact ruled by the Prime Minister. The monarchy hasn't ruled in years." She's telling too much most likely, but it's hard not to.

Martha had never heard of Westeros before. She didn't bother to ask what planet they were on. She doubted he knew. "You lead an army. Is Westeros at war?"

He doesn't respond at first, rather, he appears to be brooding over her answer and trying to make sense of it. Finally he nods, "Aye, we're at war with the Lannisters. They murdered my father and have my sisters captive."

He probably already said too much, but telling one person that didn't seem anywhere familiar with customs and a queer way of dressing, didn't seem to concern him too greatly.

"Have you been in a war before?" She didn't appear too much older than him, but he could be wrong.

Her face closes as he talks, her eyes clouding over in a hardness that he might recognize if he ever looked in a mirror. "I'm sorry. There's nothing worse than knowing your family is being held captive and every move you make has the chance of condemning the rest of them to death."

She understands Robb. Perhaps not quite the same, but she understands.

Martha's eyes close when he asks his question. "Worse. I've survived slavery and genocide."

With a tilt of his head, Robb is as sympathetic as he could possibly express and couldn’t help feeling curious. “How did you escape?” He assumed as much given she looked more or less unharmed and didn’t appear as stressed out as one from being in captivity. Rather, she had a mouth that was surprising and her initial unwillingness to submit to his men when they brought her over to him projected an independence that wasn’t often seen.

Nor was the color of her skin.

He wondered if she had come from Essos.

She shook her head. "It's a very long story that I think I'm not allowed to tell. Might break some rules. More rules than I've already broken."

Martha looked over at him. "Suffice it to say I was quite impressive. Heroic even. People used to sing my name! Saint Martha they called me! But that was a lifetime ago and long forgotten."

She knew she was speaking in riddles. What else was she supposed to say? She hadn't concocted a good story yet, and she hadn't a clue how her actual story would be received. But then, Shakespeare handled it. More, he guessed it. Martha regarded Robb quietly before leaning forward, dropping her voice.

"What if I told you I wasn't from this world at all. That I was from a completely different world. Not somewhere across the seas or on a different continent. I mean a completely different planet."

"If you broke rules, they are no rules of mine." Robb commented before she continued.

And then Martha's voice dropped lower and she leaned in closer to propose a thought that had never occurred to Robb before. I was from a completely different world. Following her, Robb leans in closer, eyes fixed upon her and brows knitted tighter, "Do you know blood magic?" Because the words coming out of her mouth made no sense whatsoever. "There are rumors of a red witch following King Stannis Baratheon who is said to see things in fires. Do you?"

His question completely derails Martha's train of thought. "What? No! I'm not a witch, I'm a doctor! Magic doesn't exist in my world! It shouldn't exist anywhere in the universe."

Though if he's speaking of witches... "Honestly, I'm not a witch. Please don't burn me at the stake. Or drown me... or whatever your method of disposing of witches is."

"I wouldn't burn you." Not only did she appear valuable, but he found her interesting. As of yet, she had no indication of trying to usurp him, although it had only been a little while since meeting her.

"I don't know much of other 'worlds' or stars in general. Only the Gods, the old and the new." His family leaned more towards the old, personally. "If you're not a witch or from the known world, where is it you are from?"

"Well that's a relief I must tell you." She smiles then.

"You ask a very complicated question. let me see if I can simplify it." She thinks for a moment before nodding. "This land... Westeros you called it? There's more than just this right. Other countries. They all exist on a planet." Martha's not sure if that's a word he has in his vocabulary even. "Think a giant ball. And there's the sun in the sky right? That's actually a star. Your planet revolves around it. I come from a different planet that revolves around a different star."

Or maybe it's the same planet but a different universe. She really has no way of knowing.

Most likely different universe, but that was far beyond Robb's knowledge of understanding.

He's extremely still, not moving an inch, with his eyes fixed on her in attempts to process everything. "How.... is that possible?" He finally asks, voice weak as he's still trying to comprehend such a thing. He still wasn't sure he believed she wasn't a witch.

"Do they not teach their king's astronomy when they grow up here in Westeros?" Martha asked curiously. Though, now that she thinks about it, even in her world, what she's saying is probably more scientifically advanced than this time period.

"It's possible because it's how the universe works. You just haven't figured it out yet." Martha looks over at him. "I'm not making any sense am I?"

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Re: Robb Stark | Game of Thrones

great picture find!

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Well this got dark quickly.

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I was just thinking about this thread this morning.

sorry I'm so slow!!

These things happen.

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OOC