Winterfell

Rafold had found his proper clothing and quickly ran down the steps to where Lord Stark, he was told, was waiting for him. He still hadn't the slightest clue what he was to Lord Stark, why he wanted him, or what he was even doing in Winterfell at all. He hoped he would somehow see Robb.
That's unlikely...
He rounded the corner and saw Ned Stark, sitting in the banquet hall, alone. He wondered where everyone else was, but quickly discarded the thought.
He almost ran to Lord Stark's side before bowing swiftly.
"I am here, m'Lord. Sorry for the delay. I seem to have overslept..."
I seem to have overslept? Well no shit!...
He panted softly, trying not to sound like a dying animal, which was what he felt like. Had he done something to anger Ned? He sure hoped not.

Rafold sighed, grateful he wasn't getting chastised. But then he thought back to what Lord Stark was asking of him. Did this mean he was his steward? He bowed from the waist, and turned on his heel, heading towards Ned's chambers.
He knew his way around the castle from watching the show and knew the fastest ways to get places. He rounded the corners, happy that he was so obsessed with the show. With one blink, he was running into a small boy, whom he recognized as Bran. He smiled at the boy, and bowed for him.
"My apologies, Bran."
He walked around him and heard the boy walk away. He couldn't stand much more of this. He was going to burst before the day was done.
Another corner was rounded, some more stone steps taken, and he heard the all-too familiar voice of Robb, which stopped him dead in his tracks. It was a good thing, too, or he would have gone straight through the window. He gathered his composure and stood straight up against the wall, waiting for his love to round the corner he knew he would be coming from.
Oh, God! Take me, now!...
He felt a tug in his groin and he could do nothing to conceal the hard-on that was now forming.

Rafold almost felt like falling over and flailing around like a poor fish out of water. Robb Stark, the man of his dreams, the man he imagined was touching him every time he touched himself, was speaking to him. Directly. Not in his imagination. But for real. He felt start struck.
"Er-uh-I... Shit!" Rafold's left hand met with his forehead in a swift smack.
He lost his words. He had no idea what to say to this dream of a man.
"I am fine, Master Stark. Just a bit distracted. Good dreams and all..."
He lowered his gaze sheepishly, not able to look him straight in the eyes. This was sincerely going to be the death of him. He could feel the weight of Robb's presence and it was drawing nearer to him. He wanted to run into his arms, tousle his hair, and just simply fuck his brains out against the nearest wall. But he knew that couldn't happen. That was still going to remain a dream.

Rafold, determined to avoid Robb's eyes, looked passed him and towards the candle in the corner of this corridor. It was a large candle, not lit, but the wax that had been burned that night was protruding off the side like a second stick. He noticed the intricate details in the stand holding said candle, it had to have been iron. He shook his head, remembering he was supposed to be answering Robb's question.
Who was the leading role in this dream of his?
Shit...
"Uh," he began, not even sure if he were going to be able to get out any further words than that. "Well, you see, it's not entirely wise for me to discuss this. You would probably have my head for it..."
He had to buy some time to come up with a suitable answer. This was already beginning to be too much for him. He could feel his face growing hotter, which meant it was turning more red, which meant that Robb knew just how embarrassed he was.
Shiiii-iii-iiiiiit!

Rafold held his breath. Robb was standing far too close to remain in the least bit comfortable. All the ease he might have had, was immediately gone from his being. He began to slightly whimper, unsure of what to say next. Okay, he wouldn't have his head, he wouldn't harm him, but what would he do? What could he do? Robb didn't seem the type that would go telling everyone that his father's steward had a giant gay crush on him, but he hadn't seen Robb under these conditions in the series.
He swallowed his adam's apple, suddenly finding it even more difficult to breathe.
"Well, I uh- um..."
He sighed, knowing he could faint at any moment. Or simply just die.
The word that escaped his lips was barely a whisper, and gently traveled the short distance between them.
"You..."

Rafold waited until Robb was out of his view before he slammed his head into the wall. He had forgotten that it was fortified stone and he wanted to hit himself for hitting his head on that stuff. He couldn't believe what had just happened.
He just met Robb Stark for the first time, and within those few moments, he actually told Robb, not in so much detail but still told him, how he felt about him.
How could he have been so incredibly stupid?
"Ugh!..."
He stalked off towards Ned's chambers to retrieve the soiled clothing he knew to be waiting for him there. He wanted to get this done as soon as possible. And hopefully, he wouldn't be running into anymore of his crushes...

Jon stumbled after his half brother, Robb, pushed him. He knew this was only meant to take him by surprise, and not to be mean. Robb was his favourite of the brothers. He never treated him any differently, not even for the bastard that he was.
"Nice to see you, too, brother. Ha ha! I was just thinking about my dream last night. It was odd... A woman I'd never seen before was in Winterfell, her sigil was an owl. I don't know, it was haunting me just now, is all."
He let his voice fall then, unsure of what else to even say. Dreams were nothing out of the ordinary for him. Nor anyone else he knew. But for some reason, he could not get this woman out of his mind.

Rafold had dropped the clothes off with the handmaids and left them to wash the clothes, they insisted anyway. He remembered that Ned had told him that his horse was in need of being fed, so he quickly made his way down towards the stables.
When he arrived, he noticed that Jon Snow and Robb were in a conversation. Robb seemed to have given him a friendly push. Much like a brother would.
I've always loved their relationship... What I wouldn't give to be sandwiched between those men.
He shook his head looked at the row of horses before him. All of them of different coats but equal in their majesty. Horses, in his opinion, were the most gorgeous of creatures. Their hides were the softest, muscles most prominent. He loved watching them swish their tails and their manes were more than worthy of adoration. He sighed and then quickly came to a realization.
He hadn't the slightest clue which horse belonged to Lord Stark.
"Shiiiiit..."

Jon felt the heat creep up to his cheeks as Robb insinuated the contents of his dream of the woman.
"It was nothing like that, Robb, and you know it not to be so. I wouldn't know the first thing of dreaming of that for any matter..."
He looked at Rafold and simply shook his head. Poor man, his father was nearly running him bloody with all the work he was doing all the time. He was surprised he had any of his limbs left. Though he did seem as though he had something else on his mind. It did not matter much to Jon, however, his dream still had him puzzled.

Rafold nearly jumped a foot in the air when he heard Robb speak to him, causing the horses begin to neigh in protest.
Great, I spooked the horses...
He tried to get them to calm down, lulling them, shushing them, anything he could do to get them back to ease, but nothing seemed to work. He finally surrendered and stood there, arms crossed, and sulked. He may have thought they were the greatest creatures on earth, but they were they hardest for him to control for sure.
He huffed and held tightly to his chest, unsure of his plan of action next. He didn't want to seem like a fool in front of Robb and Jon, though he was certain he already had. He groaned and threw his hands up in there before walking off to a nearby stump to ponder for a moment.

Jon simply shook his head at Robb's comment and watched as he walked away to assist their father's steward. The poor lad looked like he were having an absolute break, almost flailing about like that. He frowned, then, and just watched the scene before him, having nothing better to do with his time.

Rafold couldn't stop the flush that was rushing up his neck and covering all the way up to his ears. He couldn't believe he let himself lose control like that with Robb and Jon watching, most of all Robb. He had made a complete fool of himself and there was no way to recover at this point. He simply stood and nodded at Robb.
"Thank you, Master Stark."
He made certain to avoid eye contact as he grabbed the pail of oats for the horse. He place it up to his muzzle and let the beast devour its contents.
He noticed Robb still standing there and wasn't quite sure what to say.
"Um... About earlier... I-uh. That is- Ugh..."
He gave up. He couldn't talk to this man again. It was just going to kill him.
"Nevermind, Master Stark. Don't mind me. You won't hear me speak of it again, I assure you..."
He closed his eyes then, wishing he could wake up.

Rafold hadn't thought that his embarrassment, nor flushed cheeks, could get any worse. But both had by far. He was now a deeper form of embarrassed than he had ever felt in his life. Even more sore than when he found Enrique and Trey in his shower the night before.
That had been the night before, right?
He shook his head, unsure what to say or even think at this point.
Do I be honest with him?
"Uh... Yes, there are feelings... there... Not just the need for any actions. Or the want I should say. Er- hm..."
He wasn't sure what else he could say. He was surprised that Robb wanted to know so badly. Was he just toying with him? He hoped not...

Jon was watching intently as his brother conversed with Rafold.
What were they talking about that had his father's steward so flushed and stuttering? This man was usually so quick and eloquent with his words. Yet, here he was, baffling like a school boy, obviously, by Robb's expressions, not making much sense.
He sighed and quickly realized he should probably leave the two in peace. He didn't know what else to do so I simply walked off in an aimless direction.

And there it went again. Even further embarrassment. If he didn't know any better, he would have thought the sun had fallen directly upon his face, burning it in its entirety. He gulped before quickly answering the question.
"Yes, Master Stark. I have. Three men, to be exact..."
And two of them were just last night... Ha...
What in the world was going on here? He couldn't imagine what could be going through Robb's mind right now. What he must think of him. If there were any cruel thoughts he might be kicking into gear to exploit him to the public. He swallowed, hard, hoping this was not the case. Yet silently knowing that Robb was not like this at all. And, more than likely, was genuinely just curious.
He tried to allow himself to calm a bit. Breathing in and out slowly. Willing himself to ask Robb a question himself.
"You haven't though, have you? Have you even ever thought what it might be like?"
As soon as he asked, he immediately let the dread set in. He really shouldn't have asked that. It was far much too out of place for him. He quietly kicked himself in the ass for it.

Rafold let the words linger on his mind.
I've never even let the thought cross my mind until this morning.
Was that supposed to mean that he had been thinking about it? Or simply just questioning the entire situation, feeling uncomfortable and unsure what to do about it.
Before he could stop himself, regardless of Robb allowing him to ask personal questions, he let the words slip out without thinking of the effect they could have on Robb.
"Would you ever consider it, then?"
He knew he sounded pathetic with how hopeful the words were. He hadn't intended on even having this conversation with Robb in the first place.
"I mean with me..."
WHAT ARE YOU DOING?!
That was much too far over the line and he knew it.
"Oh Gods, I am terribly sorry. Do not mind me, Master Stark, I will leave you now."
He placed the bail down, since the horse was finished eating, and happily so, and went to walk away.