Outside, Robb drove Jon backward across the yard with a flurry of wooden strikes. Theon had abandoned the border reports entirely, now cheering from the sideline with his arms thrown wide.

Below, Jon ducked under one of Robb's swings and countered with a sharp jab that caught the heir across the thigh. Robb hissed but didn't falter.

Theon cupped his hands around his mouth and shouted upward: "Lady Guest! Pick one! We're waiting!"

Robb looks up as does Jon, they give a quick glance before going back to fighting