Uses elements from Jeyne Westerling (book) theory and the Grand Northern Conspiracy.

There was blood, on her hands, on her dress. It was everywhere. But Talisa barely noticed. All she could see was the body lying on the ground. Crossbow bolts were sticking out of his chest.

"Robb," she sobbed. As if he could hear her voice in whatever oblivion he had been, he opened his eyes.

"Robb," she said again, little more than a whisper. His pain-filled eyes met hers and he mouthed a word. Go. Slowly, he stood up, never taking his eyes off her.

"The King in the North arises," Walder Frey crooned from the dias.

"Go," Robb whispered to her. A hand held her shoulder. Twisting her head around to see, she found herself looking into the face of the Ser Brynden Tully, the Blackfish.

"Your Grace, we need to leave."

"Lord Walder. Lord Walder, enough! Let it end. Please, he is my son. My first son. Let him go and I swear that we will forget this." Talisa had not heard Catelyn Stark move, had not seen her bring a knife to the throat of Walder Frey's wife.

"I swear it by the Old gods and new. We will take no vengence." Lady Stark continued to speak. But she might as well have been trying to move a mountain. It was obvious that Lord Walder had no intention of letting Robb go.

"You already swore my one oath right here in my castle. You swore by all the gods your son would marry my daughter!" Oh Robb, I'm so sorry. This is all my fault.

"Take me for your hostage, but let Robb go." Lady Catelyn had turned to where her son was still standing, staring at her. "Robb, take Talisa. Take her and walk out. Please. Please!"

Lady Stark was crying now. And she wasn't the only one. Talisa could feel the tears seeping from her eyes and streaming down her cheeks. Robb, no. I can't leave you. Please don't make me.

"And why would I let him do that?" Lord Walder asked slowly. Lady Stark turned back to him, and suddenly the tears and grief were gone, replaced by hard determination.

"Go North," Robb said quietly to her. His voice was hoarse. For our son. For me, his eyes seemed to say.

At any other time, she would have wondered why they would go North, but this wasn't any other time. Their army was getting massacred. Her husband was barely standing, and some part of her knew, deep down, that Robb would not leave this castle alive.

"On my honor as a Tully"

The Blackfish was pulling her away now.

"On my honor as a Stark"

They were crawling, staying low to avoid the crossbows.

"Let him go, or I will cut your wife's throat."

The last she saw of Robb was of him smiling at her, his face full of love and affection, before he faced Lord Walder.

"Mother," he slurred.

Talisa heard the heavy footsteps a moment before she heard, "The Lannisters send their regards." There was the sound of a blade cutting through flesh, and a body dropping. Then she knew no more.

"Why are we going North?"

They had been traveling for a week now. During their escape from the Twins, Ser Brynden had gathered a few other men. There were ten of them now. This was the first time she had spoken except to demand to be taken back, to be with Robb.

The Blackfish sighed, and he looked frustrated and angry for a second before composing his features. "You are the Queen, Your Grace. But if we are to win this war, the North needs a King. One who can rally the lords and men, one who can fight by their side. Your son - if it even is a son - will not be able to do that for many years. We are going North to the heir King Robb named, should he ever die before you have a son that is of age."

"His brothers are dead, his sisters are captives of the Lannisters. Who else could he trust to take his place as King and protect his family?" There is no one else. I should have stayed Robb. I'm sorry, my love.

"Not all his brothers are dead," Ser Brynden said stiffly. Her curiosity getting the best of her, she gazed up from where she had been staring into the fire to her great-uncle's face.

"Before we got to the Twins, Robb called some of his lords - myself included - to bear witness to the creation of his will and to sign it. He gave false copies to Maege Mormont and Galbert Glover and sent them to find Greywater Watch."

"Ser Brynden," she interrupted anything else he was about to say. "Who is the heir that my husband named."

A dark look crossed his face before he said, "Jon Snow, now Jon Stark. We're going North to the Wall. Upon Robb's death, his half-brother would be legitimized and his vows to the Night's Watch would be annulled. He is the King of the North until your son is born."

A/N: If you would like me to continue this, let me know. :)