Inspired by the universe and characters created by George RR Martin.
Chapters are to be written in non chronological order. Each chapter is like a short story detailing events that are happening several years after the war. Information about the events of the War of 5 Kings will be added into each story. The story was made to be as close to cannon as possible with the obvious exception of Robb. The story is basically like a fanfiction that could theoretically still happen regardless of how ridiculous it is.
Chapter 1: The women he could never have
306 A.C. Castamere, Wedding of Raynald Westerling and Lady Alysanne Lefford
Robert Arryn had been Lord of the Eyrie since he was 9. However this was the first year it had actually been him ruling it. His mother ruled through him for a year after his father died. Then his step father for half a year. And maybe he had ruled it the year before through his mother. And Sansa had ruled after that. It didn't matter anymore. He was the lord in both name and action. He should be happy but he wasn't. How could he be? There she was. All in red and gold. Her red hair and blue eyes reminded him of his mother. However the similarities ended there. Sansa was the maiden made flesh. She radiated beauty. Every room she enter lit up. Even Queen Margery paled in comparison. There she was the most beautiful women in the 7 kingdoms or maybe the world. And she was with him. The dwarf. The ugliest man in the world. And the worst part was she looked so happy with him. When he was younger he had told himself there was no way she truly loved him. She only kept his name to justify her claim to the west. He was the one who had declared her Queen of the North, Trident, Vale, and Westerlands. He had given her a crown. However he had learned a lot from Sansa. She had taught him how to manipulate and how to be political. He was amazed by her and it made him love her all the more. However in doing so he had seen the past in a different perspective. He began to realize that she hadn't saved him from his stepfather out of love or duty she had done it because he was easier to control then Hardyng would have been. He then realized he hadn't had an idea that Sansa hadn't had first. He had though he had crowned her himself then realized she had crowned herself through him. Sansa had made him fill like the brave young lord. Now he realized Sansa had probably seen him as the child he was that had just moved of his mother's teet. However knowing all this didn't change the fact that he loved her. Maybe he had been unfair. She had never told him that they would be married. Every time a lord said that she should marry she had said that she needed proof that Tyrion was dead before she could take another husband. He had taken from that they would be married when proof was found of the half man's end. Then he came back with the dragon queen. How could she pick Tyrion over himself? He had supported her claim while Tyrion had supported Daenerys. Then when they found Robb alive he had support her brother. While Tyrion supported the dragon queen till he was captured by the King's army. The biggest slight of all had to be the child. She had told everyone when the child was born that she had named her son after her brave cousin. He now knew that was a blatant lie. Robb was named after his uncle the King. Just another flattery she had used to control him. He had done everything in his power to impress his cousin. He had taken up sword and trained with the King and his own bannerman. He thought he had even become quite good. He knew he would never be as fierce a warrior as his cousin the king of even the Baratheon blacksmith. But he was proud of how far he had come. Besides his father had never been a great warrior yet he had kept the realm together for Robert Baratheon. He also read whenever he wasn't training. The imp was known for his great knowledge so Robert looked to challenge him on that front.
He was knocked out of his thoughts by a voice. "Why is the lord of the Eryia not dancing?" Tyrion asked.
There was no rudeness in the way he asked the question but Robert Arryn was mad all the same. "I don't dance very well"
"Neither do I but I still make a fool of myself with your cousin don't I?"
The mere mention of the relationship Tyrion had that he didn't angered him. "I don't care how you dance half man" It was a low thing to say. However he couldn't help himself.
Tyrion didn't take too kindly to the ridicule and hit back by asking if he had found a teet to suckle on.
Robert was close to hitting the man when his cousin came by with her son.
"Is my husband embarrassing me?" She asked in a sarcastic tone.
"No more than usual" Robert replied.
"I guess I'll just have to make it up to my lady wife tonight" Tyrion said in crude manner giving his wife a sly grin.
Sansa laughed seductively at her husband. "Take your son will you? Lord Arryn would you dance with me. My husband and I make a rather odd couple."
Robert was taken aback by the request but imminently agreed.
"What's wrong cousin?" She asked after the first song.
He knew he should let it go but he couldn't. "Do you love him?" He asked.
Sansa looked unfazed by the question almost amused by the question. "Tyrion is a very complicated man. But a good man none the less. I'am happy with him" she said with an understanding smile.
Robert became angry. "A good man who raped his first wife then allowed his daughter to become a whore". Robert voice began to get louder.
"Would you like to talk somewhere more privately?" Sansa asked firmly. They then walked to her guest chambers. As soon as the door was closed she asked again. Cousin what bothers you?
"What bothers me is watching that monster but his hands over you. How can you bare being with him?"
"You do him wrong. Tyrion is a good man. He has his faults like all of us, but he is an honorable man. When I was tormented by his nephew he was the only that protected me."
"So you fuck him because you fill you owe him." Robert expected a slap but instead she just looked at him with sad eyes.
"What do you want me to say?" She asked as if she understood his pain.
"I want you to tell me that you hate every second of it or you do it all to protect your brother position or that you do it for the gold I don't care."
"I could tell you that... but you are a man now. I don't feel you need to be lied too."
"Anymore you mean" He said. The implication clear.
Sansa understood the accusation "Yes anymore." She said with a slight amount of guilt in her voice.
"So what is the truth?"
"The truth is that I enjoy it more then he does sometimes. Ive stopped him from working many times so he can take me in the middle of the day. Last month he took me on the small council chamber and I screamed his name while he was inside of me."
Robert couldn't handle hearing that. He pushed her against the bed and pressed his lips to hers. He felt his tongue slipped into her mouth. He then began to put his hand in into her shirt. He squeezed her left breast.
In a surprisingly calm voice Sansa said "Robert that's enough"
Robert then began to realize what he had just done. "I'm sorry" he said disgusted with himself.
"Its okay" she said placing her hand over his.
"You know I love you right?"
"Yes" she said saddened by the fact that he was in pain.
"You must think me a fool?" He said holding back tires. "Your puppet"
Sansa placed his head on her chest. "No never a fool. You were just young. Like all of us at one point. You know I use to believe with all my heart that I loved Joffrey. I believed this so strongly that I defended him against my own sister when I saw him hurt people. And even when he demanded my dire wolf be killed I loved him. My foolishness caused my father his life and I will have to live with that. I used you to get my revenge and then to help my brother's cause. But it was a just cause. No other man deserved to rule then him. If we would have left the Queens idiot father in control there's no telling what chaos would have broken out. I'm sorry for what I have done to you. I've done things I'm not proud of. And I'm sure that my lord father and lady mother would be appalled by the person I've become. But what I've become was necessary for the realm. She then got up and kissed him on the cheek. But even though I never felt the same way you felt about me, I do love you cousin. You are my family my blood. And Im proud of the man you have become. Robb values your council as much as he does Tyrion's. Now it's a party. You are a powerful lord in your own right. Why don't you try and find a girl to dance with.
They walked back into the hall. Dancing was still going on. Eleyna Westerling and Sansa's old friend Jeyne Poole came up with her son Theon Poole. Robert had found it insane that the child of a marriage between a steward's daughter pretending to be Arya Stark and the bastard son of the most infamous traitor in the north, named after a traitor in his own right, stood to be the head of one of the most powerful houses in the north. The king had wisely rewarded the Manderlys and Umbers with parts of the Bolten lands. But the lord of the Dredd fort was still a powerful seat.
Sansa greeted both ladies. Sansa could see that her brother's good sister was a least a little fascinated with the lord of the Eriye. However if it was just because she hoped to marry above her station just like her sister had was yet to be seen. Sansa gently nudged him and made an excuse for Jeyne and herself.
Robert understood the hint but did not ask the Westerling girl to dance. She was undoughtbly beautiful. She was a lot shier then his cousin was. He however liked that about her. They talked politely for a few minutes. They discussed there likes and dislikes there family and of the state of the Kingdom. Robert noticed lady Eleyna Westerling playing with her hair. It became apparent to Robert that Eleyna was attracted to him. But she was young just like him. Did she really like him or did she just like the idea of marrying right like her sister had. Raynald Westerling and his good brother the King came up to them. Raynald ask his sister to dance.
"What do you think my lord?" The king asked his cousin.
"She… Is very lovely. Not as lovely as your sister he told himself silently. "I see how you where smitten by her sister your grace."
Robb smiled at that. "You know during war we end up in marriages that best help the war effort. During peace time people like us still must find marriages that benefit our family. However this doesn't mean we can"t be happy."
I believe your parents found more happiness then mine your grace.
"So I've been told." Robb said sadly
"Are you happy in your marriage your grace? Don't get me wrong. Her grace is lovely and it was a wise matched. You prevented her father from supporting any other claim. However her grace seems to be different from yourself."
Robb smiled at that. "Yes lady Margaery is very different than I. And at first I did not believe any love would come from the marriage for either of us. But the ways that we are different help make us stronger. She is cunning and manipulative where I'm honorable and naive. She is merciful where I'm just. I believe we go well together."
The king excused himself to dance with his first wife's sister.
Contemplating the Kings words Robert heard a loud commotion.
"My apologies lord Tyrion I must not have seen you there" Lyanna Mormont said in a sarcastic tone. She had apparently knocked the Hand of the King over.
"That's quite all right my lady" Tyrion replied.
She then went on to spill her wine on Tyrion while helping him up.
At this point Robert started to head over to them.
"I sense some hostility Lady Lyanna."
"Hostile am I. That's rich coming from a Lannister. The son of the infamous Tywin Lannister. My sister died at the red wedding and you dare ask why Im hostile."
"Technically I didn't ask you anything."
"O you think your funny, do you?"
"Well yes, if I'm being honest. I do however thing your anger is misdirected." Tyrion tried to clean himself when he noticed a rag given to him. He turned and noticed that the person handing him the rag was Lord Robert.
"Thank you my lord. I seem to have made a mess" Tyrion said as he tried to dry himself with the rag.
"Of course my lord hand. If I may I would like to talk to lady Lyanna."
"Be my guest." Tyrion said as he walked off.
"My Lady, would you care to talk?"
"As a matter of fact I would not, lord Arryn."
Robert was annoyed with this girl immature and recklessness. "Let me rephrase that. You are causing a scene. Now if you respect the King as I do you will not make any more of a mess of his good brother's wedding?"
Lyanna reluctantly followed Robert to a quiet corner away from most of the guest.
"How can you show that that…that half-man kindness after what his family has done? After how he forced himself on your cousin?" Lyanna said angrily.
"Im sure if the King believed that was the case the half man would be a head shorter. Beside my cousin seems perfectly content with herself." Robert forced himself to say.
"You don't honestly believe your cousin is happy do you?" Lyanna asked in a tone that expressed how preposterous the idea seemed to her.
"For the 6 years Ive known my cousin she has never been in a situation where she was not in control to some degree. This marriage is no exception."
"How can you sit here and say that when that drunken fool parades around with your cousin. Have you not heard his vile tongue? Of how he boast about having your cousin."
"I do not need a reminder of what Lord Tyrion and my cousin do in the bedchamber." Robert looked away as he said this trying to hide his obvious discomfort with the thought.
Lyanna noticed how uncomfortable with the idea of Sansa having the imp in her bed.
"The King trusts his good brother. So much so that he made him his Hand. I think if the King trusts him so should you."
"How can the King trust a man whose father almost had him killed?"
"I think we can both agree that a man cannot be held accountable for the actions of his father. Lord Tyrion is an honorable and trustworthy man." Robert strained himself to say those words. "I believe my cousin is…happy with her marriage to him." Before Lyanna could respond to that Robert noticed Harnolf Karstark heading over to Tyrion. Robert knew that was not a good sign. He'll make a bigger mess of things then Lyanna did.
"Imp where is your brother? I suppose he has nothing to do now that his sister is died." Lord Karstark said
Tyrion took a diplomatic tone. "Off guardian the King and what not. Come have a drink with us. I fear I'm a little out matched by Lord Umber."
The great Jon laughed with his booming voice "A little you say?"
Almost ignoring what he said completely. "I suppose there is that daughter of his. I imagine he likes to keep it in the family. O wait I must have forgot all his bastards are died."
That was more then Tyrion was willing to take. The insult seemed to have sobered him. "How dare you make light of such a tragedy Karstark"
"What are you going to do about imp? Get you brother to protect you? Call him. Call the sister fucker over here so I can kill him like he killed my brothers."
"Watch yourself Lord Karstark or you'll end up like your father." Lord Karstark did not take too kindly to the mention of his father's execution. Lord Karstark pulled his sword out. The Great Jon now becoming aware of the situation was kicked over by Lord Karstark. He then brought his sword down to strike Lord Tyrion. As Tyrion watched his life flashed before his eyes. He remembered the disappointment and hate his sister and father always gave him, the love his brother had showed him, he remembered the shame after watching his father let his guards have Tysha, his wedding night to Sansa, killing Shae and his father, the day he met his daughter, the night Sansa let him take her, and finally the morning he saw his son's face for the first time. In that split second Tyrion was prepared to die with the thoughts of his family in his mind but that death was interrupted by another sword.
To somebody looking at the story of Robert Arryn's life this must have been almost humours. Here he was saving the life of the man he had so foolishly tried to kill or "make fly" as a child. The man that had the women he loved. He was saving his life. "Enough lord Karstark" Robert said in an Icy voice that as hard as he might try could not match his cousins.
Lord Karstark immediately turned his attention to the Lord of the Vale in a blind rage. Nobody would stop him from getting his revenge.
Robert parried his swings but quickly realized he was out matched. Lord Karstark brought a powerful swing from Roberts right side. He blocked it but the Lord of Karhold was stronger. How can he not be? He is a man grown. A man who has seen war and Im only a green boy, Robert thought to himself. The two swords began to push closer to Robert's face until it pushed up to his cheek.
Then in the blink of an eye Lord Karstark was picked up by the collar and pushed against the wall knocking the Lord of the Eryie over. "Boy you're going to wish I gave you as clean a death as the Dragonslayer gave your father. How dare you disrupt the king's peace."
"What king, the king that murdered my father and married my sister to savage. The one that spares his eneimes and lets his loyal men die.
The great Jon did not like the king to be respected in such a way and was ready to kill him right there.
"ENOUGH!" Robb Stark yelled in a tone that would have made even the hardest of men listen. It was a voice of authority but also of one that had known horror. Every person in the ball room looked at the King.
The Great Jon immediately dropped Lord Karstark and went to one knee "Your Grace"
"You dare try to spill blood under my good brothers roof and at a wedding no less."
Lord Karstark only glared at the king. Ready to except the same fate his father suffered.
"Take him to my champers the king commanded." As Lord Karstark was dragged out while the king followed the party continued.
The Lord of the Eyrie began to pick himself up then he saw a hand extended out to him. He ignored it and got up on his own.
I"t appears I owe you my life. I'm internally grateful." Tyrion said politely
"I didn't do it for you Lord Tyrion. I did it for my cousin. So that she would not become a widow so young and so her son would not need to know the feeling of growing up without his father."
"For whatever reason thank you."
"It seems Lord Karstark but you in your place didn't he?" Lyanna Mormont jested.
Quick to his savior's defense "Lord Karstark was 15 years his senior" Tyrion said.
"Will that fact help him in a battle when you fight a more seasoned opponent?"
"Baww lay of the boy. He fought valiantly to protect the kings hand." The Great Jon interrupted with his booming voice and cheerful attitude. He seemed to have started drinking again. "My lady would you honor me with a dance?" The Great Jon asked Lyanna Mormont.
Lyanna thought that she must have looked quite ridiculous dancing with a giant such as Lord Umber. He was surprisingly graceful for his huge form. "Why did you protect a Lannister against a fellow northerner so passionately?" Lyanna asked failing to mask her distaste.
"Because he is the king's Hand."
'So the fact that his father is responsible for the death of your first born does not bother you. I watched you dance with Roslin Frey, share drinks with Poliver Frey and Tyrion Lannister and pick up that Bolton grandbastard as if he was your own son. How do you look at them with anything but hate. How can you treat them so kindly."
Without a moments hesitation and a smile on his face he relied "because my King commanded me too", as if it was the simplest thing to understand.
Lyanna was befouled with that simple explanation. He could have said that they where not responsible for the sins of there fathers' or that there was no point of holding on to hate but he did it because the king told him. "So you trust our king completely even after every mistake hes made and every insult hes given the north."
"Without Question."
"My mother said when he first called the banners you where not only the first to opposed him but you openily attacked him. What changed?"
"It was true that I felt I was owed the position in the vanguard but I saw something in him when a boy of 14 stood his ground to ME! Showing not an ounce of fear as he threatened to hang me as an oath breaker. After his wolf toar my fingers of I knew I would follow him to the end."
"I'm sure he was more sacred then you think."
"Of course he was. He was a 14 year old boy trying to rescue his father. Only fools like me fight without fear. It was how he handled his fear. Never letting it show. Even when we faced that black dragon Robb Stark showed no fear. He stood his ground when his bannermen wished to retreat. Even when I wished to retreat. I didn't think we could hope to fight a dragon. Robb Stark galloped by himself against that dragon and brought it to its knees. After Greyjoy shot it in the eye his grace slayed it with his own swords.
"And what battle inspired this loyalty to him most. The battle of the whispering wood, oxcross, bitterbrige, storms end, prince's grave, or the battle of the Twins or Duskindale" Lyanna asked purposely adding the most famous blunders of the War of 5 Kings.
"It isn't his military genus that inspires me. It is the choices he makes. It isn't in success that a man's true character is revealed, but in failure. What other man would execute his own bannerman for killing enemy prisoners, choice the daughter of an enemy bannerman's honor over your own. Only a man like Robb Stark would kneel before a king when he could raise up and take back his crown. When Northerner and Valemen met at the trident to exact revenge on Walder Fry. 20,000 Valemen loyal to Sansa, 6,000 Riverlanders loyal to Edmure Tully and more than half of Stannis' own host consisted of men loyal to the Starks. Robb outnumber Stannis 6 to 1 yet as we marched out of the Twins, dragging Walder Frey by the collar, he walked up to Stannis seeing the king's host outnumber and knelt. He chose to follow Stannis over taking up him crown because Stannis had freed his people from the Boltons and Ironborn."
When the danced ended Lyanna walked over to the Hand of the King, who was drinking again. "I believe I owe you an apology Lord Hand." She said begrudgingly
Tyrion only shrugged. "It wasn't the first cup of wine spilled on me and won't be the last. Think nothing of it and enjoy the wedding."
"I would like to but I seem to need a dance partner."
Tyrion smiled. "I think I can help. Cousin come over here!" he yelled at Robert.
"Yes Lord Hand" Robert asked grinding his teeth.
"Would you care to dance Lord Arryn." Lyanna asked in her confident tone.
"I must respectfully decline." He said politely
"And why is that?" She asked
"I fear dancing it not something that suites me."
Tyrion could see a small disappointment in Lyanna's eyes. "I fear to tell you that you will need to adapt cousin. Now dance with the girl."
"I don't dance." Robert said annoyed
"Well this isn't your cousin's husband telling you it is the King's Hand commanding you. And since I can speak for the King I suggest you do it."
Robert frowned at the Hand then took Lyanna by the hand and headed to the dance floor. Lyanna and Robert danced with each other without saying word. Robert even tried to make as little eye contact as possible.
"Do you find something wrong with me Lord Robert?"
"Why would you ask such a thing my lady?"
"You haven't looked at me for the last two songs."
"I apologies my lady. Dancing is a rather uncomfortable activity for me."
"So you can clash swords with lord Karstark but can't dance with a girl".
Robert redden at the accusation.
Lyanna chuckled at Lord Robert's embarrassment. "Well I suppose Im quite tired anyways. Would you care to escort me to my room?"
"But my lady the party is not over yet" He replied.
"I think Lord and Lady Westerling will be fine without us."
"If you insist my lady." Robert replied hesitantly.
There was another awkward silence as they walked from the grand hall to the part of the caverns that held the guest chambers.
In an attempt to make small talk Lyanna asked the first question. "Are you excited to be one of the most powerful lords in Westeros? Have you made plans for your 16th name day?"
"No not particular. As far as the party is concerned. I'm sure my cousin will insist I do something. She believes it is important to maintain a reputation. She and Queen Margaery practically had to fight the king on the issue when Eddard was born."
"Why would you not be excited for your 16th name day?" She asked confused.
"What do you think lordship is my lady?" He asked.
"Its position of presitage and power" Lyanna relied as if was oblivious. Where is he going with this she thought to herself.
"No, a lordship is just another responsibility. I'll be responsible for the people on my land, to my family, to the other lords of the Vale, and to my King." He said almost angrily.
Lyanna was surprised by the way she felt about it. Most heirs couldn't wait to inherit there father's lands and title.
"You know the king said that he felt few better pleasures then bending the knee to Stannis and few greater burdens then when Stannis placed that crown back on his head and left for the wall." Robert said calmer then before.
Lyanna realized that Robert was confiding in her. 'I'm sure you'll be a fine lord." She said as smiling at him.
Robert quickly regain his composure. "I thank you for that my lady."
"So have you found a lady to marry yet? I assume it must be a very important task. You are as of now the last Arryn of the main branch."
My cousin has looked after me since my mother died. She has stressed the importance of making a powerful alliance…. She believes it would be most wise to marry the daughter of someone whose loyalty is questionable. Im sure she will insistent on helping me choose. More like choose for me Robert though silently.
Lyanna notice the difficulty he had in mentioning his cousin helping him find a wife. "You love her don't you?"
Robert froze. He hadn't realized he had betrayed so much emotion. He definitely didn't want his affection for his cousin, the lady of Casterly Rock, to be known.
"Is it that obvious?" He said in a defeat tone.
Ignoring his question Lyanna replied. "She is quite lovely. However not a very northern lady. Not at all like her sister."
"I dont think anyone is like her sister." Robert was grateful when he realized they had reached Lyanna's room.
"Here we are." She smiled at him. "You know my sister is still at the party. I'm sure I'll have to wake her up passed out on the floor in the morning."
Robert realized what she was saying and looked for a polite way to turn down the offer.
"I believe it is time for me to…
His sentence was cut short my Lyanna's lips coming in contact with his own. She had pushed him (quite aggressively) against the door to the room. He quickly gave in, enjoying the feeling until his since returned to him. He broke apart from her. "My lady, I'm flattered but this isn't very appropriate."
Lyanna laughed at that. "Why not my lord?"
You are the daughter of one of my cousin's bannerman. Even though you are quite lovely I don't believe any kind of union between our houses will happen. I would want to bring dishonor upon you.
Lyanna laughed even harder. "Marriage? Please my lord, don't be silly. Mormont women do not concern themselves with being "dishonored". Less you believe my mothers tales that we were all fathered by bears. Do you not wish to have some experience when bedding the future lady Arryn?"
Robert returned to his stone unemotional face. "Good night my lady.'
Lyanna realized that lord Robert was not going to budge on the issue… tonight. "Well my lord. I will see you at court." With a rather sly smile she walked into her room.
King's Chambers
This was how it ended. Executed just as his father had been. At least his father had gotten some vengeance before the young wolf cut off his head. In that Harnolf (Harry) was disappointed. He had failed to kill any Lannisters. He contemplated this as he sat in the Kings bed chambers guarded from leaving by 3 men.
The king walked into the room accompanied by Ser Oliver Frey of the Kingsguard. He dismissed the guards. Two of them looked at him then each other. One of the men was going to ask the king if it was wise to leave him with such a man but realized that Ser Oliver was already leaving. After the room had been cleared of all but the king and Lord Karstark the king asked, "You attacked my Hand during a wedding. What do you have to say for that?"
Harry wasn't going to make excuses or beg for his life. However he did want to remind the king just who the man he made his hand was. "A brother for a brother. The kingslayer killed my brothers so I met to kill his."
Robb turned away from Lord Karstark and filled to goblets with wine. "Would you care for some lord Karstark."
"If its to be my last cup it better be good."
"You think I wish to execute you?"
"You've shown no reluctance to execute your own lords in the past."
"What is it you want lord Karstark? An apology. Your father murdered two unarmed prisoners. He forced me to pass judgment on him."
"They were Lannisters. The kingslayer killed my brother and you kept him as a prisoners. Your mother let him go robbing my family of its justice. Then you kill my father for killing the enemy. Not to mention your brother married my sister to a savage."
"Maybe I should have killed Jamie instead of taking him prisoners. But I didn't because I wanted to save my sister. Ser Jamie may be a lot of thing but he fought for his family same as we did. He killed you brothers in fair combat. Your father murdered those squires without giving them a chance to defend themselves. And for your sister I will remind you she had admitted that your father's uncle tried to marry her to his son and wanted you died."
"Fine then give the Kingslayor a chance. I'll kill him with a sword in his hands."
"Are you mad!? I might as well just execute you. You think just because he has one hand he cant swing a sword. You may not realize this but I had my guards take you away to save your life. The Great Jon was with in his rights to end you. And then what. Your cousins are all at the wall. Your only heir is Alyanna's son. You want me to make a Thenn lord of Karhold."
"So your saying I should thank you." Lord Karstark said sarcastically.
Robb was in no mood for this. "I pardoned a lot of people that fought for the Lannisters"
"Those people killed good Northerns." Harry said angrily
"Yes that why it's called being pardoned. Most men fight for whom ever there lords tell them to. Ending the war required showing mercy. So in order to prevent more death many people where forgiven. Like the Kingslayer. It might not be fair but thats war. Now you are still alive and your still young. Go back to the north find a wife, have some kids, and keep to yourself."
"I want to fight him."
"What kind of way is that to honor your brother and fathers memory? Letting you die in a futile attempt at revenge. Look I don't expect you to like me or even respect me after what has happen. But you will obey me. The war was unkind to you. But its been more cruel to others. Ill remind you Ser Jamie lost a father, sister, and three children in the war. Remember that. Gold has been found in Thenn recently. Your good brother's seat. His seat will be a powerful northern lordship in a generation. I gave you and the Manderlys some of the Bolton land, and Lord Manderly would love to marry a daughter to you. Now go home to the North and live the rest of your life in peace." Robb then slammed his chalice in table. His tone returned to the icy king he was known for. "This is the last time you will be forgiven." With that the King left Lord Karstark to his decision.
As the feast came towards an end gifts were offered to the bride and groom. Some ranging from small dagers and hunting spears given from lessor lords and landed knights to more extravagant gifts like custom made armor, fine dresses, and expensive jewelry given from high lords of the Westerlands. Lady Sansa not to be out done gave a gift of several fine myrish carpets, volatine glass, serveral elegant statues and a decorative golden shield with pearl seashells and a ruby lion in the center. "All to commemorate your new castle." Sansa had said. Robb was thought to go last and gave a several casks of fine summer wine. It was clear the idea came from the queen but the gift was accepted all the same. After all the gift where thought to have been given a wheery Theon Greyjoy limbed to the table. He had been invited because of his position but few men there had forgotten what he did. A long blanket was placed in front of Raynald Westerling.
Everyone person there was intrigued by the gift. As Theon unwrapped the blanket, everyone surrounded it and looked on in curiosity.
"It is my understanding that since there are no more Reynes then this should belong to the Lord of Castamere.
To everyone's shock Theon present Raynald with a sword.
The room was quiet as Raynald picked up the sword. He examined it very carefully. "This is Valyrian Steel" Raynald announces shocked.
"Its name is Red Rain it was the Ancestral Sword of house Reyne."
Still with disbelief "I thank you Lord Greyjoy".
"Of course my Lord" And with that reply Theon exited the great hall.