Robb Stark

Robb walk out into the courtyard. He was wearing his battle armor again. Grey Wind was at his side. His wife, mother, brothers and sister were outside waiting for him. He was approached by Lord Glover.

"The soldiers that took part in the attempt on your life have been hanged as ordered, Your Grace."

"Good. Who's watching Lord Bolton?"

"Greatjon Umber and his son."

"Good. And Lord Frey?"

"By Lord Forrester and his son."

"Excellent. It's time."

Just when Robb was about to leave he heard another voice. It was his uncle Edmure.

"Forgive me, Your Grace, but may I have the honor of executing Lord Frey?"

Robb was taken aback. He had intended to execute Walder Frey himself. He remembered his father's words. "The man who passes the sentence should swing the sword."

"Can I ask why, uncle?"

"Because I think it might be more fitting if Lord Frey was killed by one of his own countrymen. And besides, the man was going to kill my sister and forgive me for calling you this, Your Grace, my nephew. I can't let that pass. And I want to make things right for my previous errors."

Robb thought about it. And although he wanted to pass the sentence himself, he could see how much his uncle had wanted to make things right.

"Very well then. You may."

"Thank you, Your Grace."

Edmure walked alongside Robb and as Robb walked towards Roose Bolton, Edmure Tully walked towards Walder Frey.

Grey Wind stood by his master's side. He never left Robb's side after the attempt on his life. He had become very protective of his master and his family.

"I'm fine boy. Why don't you go and be with your siblings? Go on."

Grey Wind whined but left and sat next to Talisa. Robb smiled.

Robb was standing right next to Roose Bolton who was now being held up by Lord Umber and his son, Smalljon Umber.

"I trusted you. I trusted your counsel. And you betrayed me. Was it all a lie?"

"No. But our families have had a history of being enemies. I remember stories of how your family had always bested mine. I was tired of being the second most powerful House in the North. And I wasn't about to let my House fall to ruin because of some boy's bad choices."

"Well this is one choice that I won't regret. Kneel my Lord."

Roose Bolton was held down by Lord Greatjon Umber and his son Smalljon. He knelt down as Robb unsheathed his sword. Robb stared at him and could see fear and hate in his eyes.

"Roose Bolton. Lord of the Dreadfort. Here in sight of Gods and Men, I sentence you to die. Would you speak the final words?"

"Kill me and see your justice done. I have no shame for what I've done."

Robb raised his sword and in one swoop, brought it down on Roose Bolton's neck. His head landed on the ground. Robb grabbed his sword, cleaned it and put it back in its scabbard.

As walked away, he realized that his hand wasn't shaking this time. It felt different than when he executed Rickard Karstark. Maybe it was because while Lord Karstark betrayed Robb because he wanted vengeance on the Lannisters, Roose Bolton betrayed him to make his House the powerful in the North. And if he succeeded, the North would be ruled by fear instead of honor. This would not let happen. Not while he was still alive.

Roose Bolton's headless body was being taken away by the Foresters. Reached his family and witnessed his uncle Edmure about ready to execute Walder Frey. Walder Frey shouted to Edmure:

"Why isn't the King killing me himself?! Has he forgotten what his father had taught him?!"

Edmure punched him in the jaw. His hand didn't hurt that badly because he was wearing gauntlets. Which made Walder Frey's mouth bleed.

"I asked to kill you personally."

"Oh and why is that?"

"Because you tried to have my family murdered. My sister, my nephew and you tried to destroy my House. And I found it more fitting if you were killed by one of your own countrymen. Kneel Lord Walder."

Lord Gregor and his son Rodrik kicked his knees in because he refused to kneel. Once he was down, the Forresters held him down as Edmure Tully unsheathed his own sword.

"In the name of Robb of the House Stark. The first of his name. King of the North, the Trident and of the First Men. Lord of Winterfell and protector of the North. I, Edmure of House Tully, Lord of Riverrun, sentence you to die. Would you say any final words, Lord Walder Frey?"

"Kill me and I will haunt you for the rest of you days!"

Edmure raised his sword and in one swing, removed Walder Frey's head from his shoulders. His head landed on the ground and was picked up by Smalljon who also collected Roose Bolton's head.

"What shall we do with the heads, Your Grace?"

"Hold onto them for now. I won't have their heads placed on a pike just yet. Not until we're ready to reveal ourselves to the Lannisters and let them know that the Wolves of Winterfell are still alive."

"As you wish, Your Grace."

Smalljon put the heads in a crate. Edmure walked towards Robb. Robb smiled and said:

"Did you come up with that yourself?"

"I did. I've been working on it for quite a while now."

"Thank you, uncle."

Edmure wanted to say "nephew" but he remembered that Robb was more than just his nephew now. He was a king. And he had to treat him like a king.

"I'm happy I could help, Your Grace."

Robb and the rest of his generals entered the Twins and walked into the Great Hall. Macey Mormont spoke to Robb and said:

"What are we to do now, Your Grace?"

"I will leave within the fortnight to make for Greywater Watch. From there we'll move North and head towards the Dreadfort. We will destroy the Boltons' stronghold and show everyone that the Starks are still alive."

"As you wish, Your Grace."

"Do we have the seals of the Boltons and the Freys?"

"Yes, Your Grace."

"Good. I want messages sent to three different locations. One to the Dreadfort, another to King's Landing and the last one to go to the Wall."

A squire walked towards Robb and started to write as Robb was speaking. After the letters were written, Robb had one of the letters sealed with the Boltons sigil and the other two with the Frey sigil.

"I want this letters delivered as quickly as possible."

"Yes, Your Grace."

"All right. Everyone should retire now. We leave early in the morrow for Greywater Watch."

"What are we to do with your brothers and sister, Your Grace?"

"I just got them back after fearing that they were all dead. I won't let them be taken from me again. Edmure, can I trust you to watch over your nephews and niece while I fight?"

"Yes, Your Grace. But I can ask why? Why not have your mother watch over them?"

Robb was about to speak but Catelyn spoke and said:

"Because I'm not staying here. Nor am I going with Robb to Greywater Watch."

Robb was shocked. It wasn't like his mother to go off on her own.

"Where are you going, mother?"

"I have to go to Castle Black. There's someone I need to see there."

"Who?"

"Jon Snow."

Robb was shocked. His mother has always hated Jon. It didn't seem something that she would do.

"But mother, you hate Jon. Why would you go see him?"

"Because I said something to him that I wish to take back. And after my near death experience, nothing is more important to me than my family. And it's high time I treated Jon as my son."

Robb was beaming with light. He had wanted this for so long. For his mother to love Jon as a son as he loved Jon as a brother.

"I won't leave you unprotected mother. And are sure it's wise to go? You'll be recognized as the mother of the King in the North."

"I've been going to dangerous places long before you were born. And until you feel ready to show the world that we are still alive, I will take another name. At least until I no longer need it."

"What would you call yourself?"

After some serious thinking, she said:

"I shall call myself, 'Lady Stoneheart'".

"Very nice name. But what about your face? Anyone can recognize you."

"I'll wear a disguise and there's always dirt. Put some dirt in the right places and you won't be able to recognize me, my son."

"Very well, but who will look after the boys and Arya?"

Bran said:

"I'm not a little boy anymore, Robb. I've been looking after myself for over a year now. And besides, you'll need me at Greywater Watch. I'm the only one who can control any lizards-lions if they try to attack you. Hodor will carry me. And I won't let anything happen to you. Rickon can stay with uncle Edmure."

Jojen spoke this time:

"No, Bran. You're needed beyond the Wall. You need the three-eyed raven."

"And I will find him. But not until I know Robb will be safe."

"You need to go Bran. I'll go with your brother. I'm more powerful Warg than you. I can take care of him for you."

Robb interrupted:

"I won't let either of you go Beyond-the-Wall. Not until I have more men. I won't let you leave unguarded and unprotected. So you'll both come with me so that I can keep an eye on you two."

"But Robb…"

"No "buts". As your king and your brother, I won't allow you to leave until I know you are safe."

Robb kneeled down to speak eye-to-eye with his little brother.

"I just got you, Rickon and Arya back. And I don't want to lose you again. I'll let you leave to find the three-eyed raven. But only after I know that you will be in safe hands. Do you understand?"

Bran looked into his brother's eyes and saw how much it meant to him.

"I understand."

Robb smiled and said to Jojen:

"Can you really control animals?"

"Yes."

"Can I count on your help when head Greywater Watch?"

"Yes, Your Grace. But only of my sister can come with me."

"Of course she can."

They smiled. Although they weren't looking forward to explaining to their father why they left, they knew it was the right thing to do. And besides, it might be better if their father saw that his children were safe with their king.

"So Bran, Rickon and Arya will head out to Riverrun with their uncle Edmure and aunt Rosaline. They will stay there until the war is over. Or at least until we take back the North."

Arya spoke:

"And what would you have me do, Robb?"

"As long as you're with your family and out of harm's way, you can shoot a bow or learn how to wield a sword properly for all I care, Arya."

She smiled. She didn't like the idea of doing nothing. But at least now, she can feel at peace now that she was with her family. Bran spoke:

"And what about me and Rickon?"

"You'll stay with your aunt and uncle until we take back the North. Rickon will then go back to Winterfell and rule it in my stead. You'll head Beyond-the-Wall with Jojen and Meera and find the three-eyed raven. With an escort of course. And once you come home, hopefully we'll have won the war and we'll decide from there."

Bran smiled and nodded.

Edmure still felt as if Robb was trying to get rid of him and asked:

"Why are you sending me to Riverrun? I want you, Your Grace."

"The best thing you can do for me is watch our family. I want you to promise me that you won't let anything happen to them while I'm gone. As their uncle and as the Lord of Riverrun."

Edmure kneeled down and said:

"You have my word. I won't let anything happen to my niece or nephews."

"Thank you."

The next morning, Robb left with half of his forces to head towards Greywater Watch. He was accompanied with Jojen and Meera Reed, and most of his generals. The other half headed to Riverrun. Edmure had his niece and nephews at his side along with Hodor and Osha. The direwolves went with their masters. And Catelyn headed to the Wall. Robb watched as he saw three ravens take flight.

"Let's hope things get better for us. And that the Gods are on our side."