NED

Ned held tight onto his reins, as his horse rode towards the twins. He could see the high towers of the twins advancing up towards the sky as he rode closer. He had left Robbs camp that morning with 20 men. He didn't need many he wasn't going to fight. All he wanted from Lord Frey was for him to fill out his duties, Lord Frey needed to understand that Robb didn't have to marry one of his daughters, but he would let the stark forces cross his bridge as a custom. Ned didn't see why Lord Frey never kept his vows yet he had the cheek to ask someone else to make a vow.

Soon they could see the whole of the twins, from the river to bridge, from bridge to stronghold. Ned held up his hands commanding his men to stop as two of Lord Frey's

guards rode out to greet them, both men on deep black horses. Their helmets poorly fitted as the banged side to side with every step the horse took. As soon as the men where close enough he could see the confused looks on their faces, worried eyes watch Lord stark as he clambered down from his horse. His heavy boots sunk into the mud. He looked up and walked towards the men, both with their hands on the hilts of their swords.

"Sorry we did not have time to send word of our coming. I myself only arrived at my son's camp less than two days ago."

The men showed little courtesies, but only ordered Ned " You are to meet Lord Frey in the main hall, he wishes to know of your being here my Lord."

Ned nodded, he turned and slowly walked back through the mud, he jumped back onto his horse and kicked its sides so it would move forward. He shook the reins like a whip. The horse moved forward, and Ned followed the men in black horses wondering where he was meant to go. Soon enough they we're riding through the gates of the twins, evil eyes turned towards him and his men.

"Would you do the honour of leaving your men here my Lord." Said one of the men on a black horse that had lead them towards the gate.

Ned turned around, he didn't trust Frey enough to go inside that hall without his men, his fingers latched around the hilt of his sword as he turned his head."I'm sorry sir But I do not feel safe without them, will there be enough room in the hall to accommodate my men."

The man on the black horse looked at his men and sighed"there should be enough room."

Ned smiled and climbed down from his horse, his men followed him. They walked towards the gate, it was covered in grim and muck. Lord Frey obviously wasn't very good at looking after his stronghold. They walked inside the stronghold, waxy candles burned in the corners of the room, creating little light. But it was enough to see. Ned's men held back as he walked forward his hand still holding tightly onto his hilt. Ned stark looked up to Lord Frey, who sat there looking down at Lord stark, he was long nosed and old. Lord freys son's sat at the side of the room in rows. While Lord Frey himself sat high up in a wooden chair. Ned Bowed his head and fell to one knee.

"Rise my Lord." Frey said in a gravely voice.

Ned stark did as he bid and rose but remembered his customers and waited to be spoken to.

"We heard you where dead my Lord." Ned laughed.

"While the lanisters held me captive I managed to escape." Lord Frey looked at doubting his truth. Ned couldn't tell the truth, unless he wanted to see vary's head

On a spike by the morning, he would never get Sansa back if that happened.

"Why have you come to see me today Lord stark, not for my council." He began to laugh but it soon turned into a cough.

"No my Lord I came to see you about the vow my son made. " Ned said

"Yes my Lord, your son swore a vow to me in this very hall."

"I would like you to break the vow, as your leige Lord you should have helped make way for my son's army to go south."

"My Lord stark do you think my daughter's are an ill fitting

for your son."

"No my Lord I am not saying that, I'm trying to explain that-" Ned heard the large door to the room slam behind him." He pulled he sword out from it's sheaf "NOW" Ned shouted his voice echoing though out the hall, the sound of clattering steel rangers through his ears. Ned ran towards Lord Frey who stayed sat, two of his guards ran out to try and stop him from killing their Lord. The first man swung his sword down heavily but Ned brought up his sword, their force colliding, Ned pulled his sword away and forced it forward again. The sword ran straight into the man's bowles. His guts fell forward as Ned pulled his sword out, Ned turned to face the second man who stared at him with a scared look on his face. The man weakly tried to stab him but Ned swung his sword down and took the man's arm off, the man held his other bleeding wrist with his other hand, crying he fell over and lay on the floor dying. Ned walked over to Lord Frey dropping his sword and grabbing his knife, he placed the cold steel against Lord Freys Neck.

"Now Lord Frey are you allied with the lanisters." Lord Frey laughed, a fake lying laugh.

"You question my honour... all you high lords do...fucking traitor." Ned stark looked him in eyes.

"You didn't answer my question, and I'm not a traitor. " and with that Lord stark slit his throat. Dark red blood slashed onto Neds face.

SANSA

Today was the day, it was the day sandor had promised to free her. She hadn't brought anything with her she didn't want to look suspicious, the queen had eyes everywhere. She knew some of her handmaids were spying on her reading her letters. She hated it all she wanted was to be free, could sandor help her. She hoped so. Yet her mind kept wondering if he was lying about it all, maybe he was just a test for Sansa. She didn't care joffery would punish her either way. He liked pain, almost every day he condemned someone to death, they left court screaming. They all shouted different things, two weeks ago a man had screamed 'sorry' Sansa wondered who he was apologizing to, was it joffery, his wife or his children. Another man four days ago screamed that joffery was a basterd and that stannis was the rightful king, Sansa hoped he was right, she just hoped her father didn't die for nothing. But Sansa knew deep down he had, and it was all her fault.

She walked into the godswood, her heart racing. The light Burst through the gaps in the leaves, the dust floating in the light. Puddles glittering in the light, like a thousand tears Sansa had cried. She kept walking her dress getting ruined by the mud on the floor, in the past she might have

cared for her dress, cried even. But today was different she didn't care. She just needed to find sandor, find sandor and leave this place. If she did go home what would she tell her brothers and mother. That she was the one that told the queen of her fathers plans, and its her faut her father was dead, and what about arya what had happened to her did the queen have her locked up somewhere, or had joffery killed her, Sansa didn't know what to wish for. Maybe it would be best if she was dead, she wouldn't have to go through what Sansa was now.

Sansa looked up to Sandor leaning against a tree, he was wearing heavy armour, he had his great sword on his side. He stood up as Sansa edged closer, it was now or never Sansa thought. "Little bird, you came I thought you weren't coming." Sansa shook her head.

"It took a while for me to get away." Sandor placed his hand on her face.

"Your gonna go home."

"Are you going to be there." She said getting closer to his burned face.

"I don't think it would be appropriate little bird, a monster like me doesn't stand next to kings."

"Its a good thing your not a monster then. " She laughed

He moved forward and placed his lips on hers, Sansa didn't know what to do, was this what she was meant to do as payment for rescue. All the maidens in the stories kissed their savoir. Sansa returned the kiss with gentle lips. It didn't last to long before sandor pulled away.

"I'm sorry little bird... I shouldn't have." She put her finger on his lips

"Don't say sorry please...I liked it...but when you meet my brother don't tell him...He will kill you."

Sandor smiled surprised at her for not slapping him, he quickly turned around and ran round the back of the tree where he had been leaning, he grabbed a black cloak."

"Whats this?" Sansa asked

"Its a cloak if anyone recognizes they won't let you board the boat."

"Boat?"

"You want to see your kingly brother as soon as possible don't you." Sansa eagerly nodded, walked over to sandor as he placed the cloak over her head the good covering her face, she was ready, ready to go home.

ARYA

She ran through the woods holding gendrys hand, his grip was strong and firm. Fear rose up inside her yoren was dead. He was going to take her home now. She turned around she couldn't see the fight anymore, just the distant fire burning. But she soon realized that got pie wasn't with them anymore had he fallen behind. She stopped her arm jerked forward as gendry was still running. His force pulled her over she landed hard on the ground. Gendry stopped and turned around, he ran towards her, his hand reaching out to help her up.

"Arya are you okay." He followed her eye trail to the burning fire in the distance," what's the matter."

"Wheres hot pie." Gendry shook his head.

"He's just gonna slow us down, arya we can't go back for him I'm sorry." He said holding her shoulders, she understood what he was saying. Gendry grabbed her hand again and they ran through the woods twigs breaking underneath their feet, in the distance she heard the sound of horses galloping towards them. She knew that they couldn't out run men on horse top. They would catch up and kill them.

Just like arya thought they would soon enough three men circled them, both gendry and arya turned trying to find a way out, but they knew there was nowhere they could go. The three men got down from their horses. One pulled out his sword and moved it towards gendrys throat, arya closed her eyes hoping it would be quick.

"Don't kill, not yet anyway, maybe there's some profit in them, fo you have any skills boy." Gendry looked up.

"Smith... I'm a Smith." The man pulled away the knife.

"Tie him up. Kill the girl." A man with greasy blonde kicked her in the chest, she fell over not able to breathe, she coughed.

"NO DON'T HURT HER, SHE IS STILL VALUABLE." arya lay on the floor, hoping he wasn't going to tell them who she was."

"The boys right, we will get more money for two of em."

Arya watched from the floor "aren't you gonna take us back with you."

"No your going to meeran, there a need for slaves and a lot of money for sellers." The man said rubbing his fingers, arya just wished they had killed them when the knife was at gendrys throat at least then she would be with her father, now she would never go home.

I've been really busy all week, my grandad went into hospital, but I have done my best for a short update so here one is. I promise a longer update soon.

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