As requested by jean d'arc, here is a one-shot of the Purple Wedding.

Any other Black Wolf Rises one-shot requests are welcomed in either reviews or pm's, but for now I hope you all enjoy this!

I own nothing but Torrhen Stark.

Torrhen rode through the gates of Harrenhal with a new-found positivity. All they needed to do now was free Sansa from King's Landing and they could go home, hole up in the North and beat back any army that came for them. Arya was clearly nervous about being back in Harrenhal after her ordeals there a year ago, but she visibly relaxed once she saw the men garrisoning the castle wearing Stark armour.

"Prince Torrhen, welcome back!" The Greatjon boomed, making his way to Torrhen. Dismounting and helping Arya down, Torrhen shook the Greatjon's unmaimed hand.

"Aye, it's good to be back." Torrhen smiled. "Where is my Mother? I have a present for her."

"In her rooms, it seems she didn't want to get her hopes up again."

"Get her hopes up again?" Arya asked nosily.

"I heard word you were at Blackwood Vale so rode there." Torrhen explained, and Arya nodded in understanding. "Very well, I will go to her now, can you get the Maester to come and bring me parchment for a raven message. I need to get word to Robb."

"At once My Prince." The Greatjon bowed. "Princess."

Arya looked furiously up at Torrhen. "Princess? I'm not a Princess!"

Laughing, Torrhen started walking towards Cat's chambers. "You are now little sister; Robb is King so you are a Princess."

"Shit." She swore under her breath, causing Torrhen to laugh even more.

"None of that with Mother." He warned.

They continued their jovial bickering as they rose the tower to reach Catelyn's rooms, and Torrhen stopped Arya before going in.

"Why are you stopping?" Arya asked.

"I want to surprise her. Let me in first, and come in once I say I found something that belongs to her." Torrhen said. Arya nodded, and Torrhen walked into the room. Cat was sewing at the window. "Mother."

"Tor, you're back." Catelyn acknowledged, putting her sewing down and rising to meet him. Looking around she saw no Arya, and her face fell. "No luck again?"

"I wouldn't say no luck. I did find something that belongs to you just west of Stoney Sept." Torrhen grinned, and moved aside so that Cat could have a clear view of the door. A moment passed and the door opened slowly, and in walked Arya sheepishly. Catelyn was confused for a minute.

"Why have you brought me a boy from…" She started angrily, before she looked into Arya's eyes. "Arya." She whispered.

"Hello Mother." Arya said, wringing her hands together. Catelyn leapt towards her daughter and brought her into a bone crushing hug.

"Arya, it's really you." Cat cried. Torrhen stood to one side, allowing his sister and mother to have their moment. They hugged for a moment before Cat pushed Arya into a chair and began fussing over every tiny detail. Torrhen stood laughing, until a knock on the door came. Opening it, he saw Maege Mormont.

"Lady Maege, what can we do for you?" Torrhen asked.

"The King has sent a message; he asks you to sneak into King's Landing and free Sansa. He can't see us getting close to the Capital as soon as he would hope."

Torrhen grinned, finally he would be able to free his twin. "Brilliant, ask the Greatjon to gather three of his stealthiest men to join me. I'll leave tonight."

"Tonight?" Cat asked from behind him. "I've just got one child back and another rushes off into the lion's jaws?"

Torrhen looked awkwardly at her. "I need to free Sansa, Mother. I just need to."

Cat softened at the thought of her daughter. "Just be careful, the Lannisters have the Tyrell's as allies now, the city will be filled with enemies."

Torrhen grimaced at the thought of the Tyrells, and instinctively placed his hand on his scar from Loras. "I'll be careful I swear it by all the Gods."

"Go, find Sansa." Cat smiled, giving him her blessing. Torrhen grinned, and after a final hug with them both, left to prepare.

Dressing like a common hedge knight allowed him easy access into the city, and after killing a low-ranking Lannister guard, he managed to sneak into the Red Keep while the three men that had travelled with him acquired a house in the city. Torrhen quickly learned a lot about the security in the castle after sticking to the patrols and duties of the man he'd killed, and it wasn't till two weeks later he managed to get the chance to wander.

He'd learnt that Lady Margaery's handmaidens had a corridor in Maegor's holdfast to themselves, and it was sheer luck that he entered the one belonging to Mira first time. He breathed in a sigh of relief as he noticed the familiar items belonging to her, and was about to nose through a book on her desk when the door opened and slammed quickly.

"Who are you, and what are you doing in here?" The voice of his dreams called. Torrhen turned around to see Mira holding a knife up to him. "I'll use this if I have to."

"Aye, I bet you will." Torrhen said, taking off the Lannister helmet he had commandeered. Mira gasped, dropping the knife.

"You… you shouldn't be here. If anybody finds out…" Mira exclaimed, worried.

"It's ok Mira, I've been here for weeks and nobody knows I'm here." Torrhen tried to soothe her.

"The spider will find out!"

"No he won't, I've made plans." Torrhen said. "I'm here for Sansa, and you if you want to come home."

Mira looked at him questioningly. "Lady Sansa can't just leave. She's married to the Imp."

Torrhen looked at Mira in a rage after hearing that. "She's married to who?"

Mira, understanding, came and soothed him by gently rubbing his arm. "It's ok, Lord Tyrion is looking after her."

"He's a Lannister." Torrhen spat.

"Hardly the worst of them." Mira countered. Torrhen sat down on her bed defeated.

"How am I going to get her out now?" He asked. Mira knelt in front of him.

"You'll find a way, maybe use the wedding?" She asked. Torrhen thought about it for a while, before coming up with a plan.

"How easily can you send ravens from here?" He asked her.

"Fairly, why?"

Torrhen just grinned.

Torrhen's plan was forming nicely, a slow stream of Northerners and Rivermen were infiltrating the city as commoners, ready to help Sansa escape. Torrhen and Mira were plotting together, helped by her closeness to Lady Margaery. It wasn't until a few weeks after his arrival though that he managed to spot his sister.

He was walking around in his full Lannister armour when he spotted her and a Lorathi walking in the gardens. After a moment of admiration for his sister, he pushed down his emotions and when he spotted his opportunity, he told his partner to head on, and walked up to her, stopping in front of the pair.

The Lorathi wasn't happy. "Move."

"Shae! That's rude." Sansa warned. "I'm sorry Ser, what can I do for you?" She said courteously.

Making sure nobody else was within hearing range, he opened his visor, and Sansa gasped in shock. Making sure she remained silent, he turned to her handmaiden. "Lady Sansa has been mugged, I need to escort her to her chambers. Inform Lord Tyrion." He told her. Shae looked questioningly at Sansa, who just nodded.

"He was called to an urgent small council meeting this morning." Sansa explained. "He may still be there."

Once Shae ran off, Torrhen let Sansa lead him back into the castle. After bypassing several guards, she finally shut the door and the twins embraced.

"Oh Tor! What are you doing here! It's far too dangerous!" She exclaimed.

"I'm here for you, Arya is safe at Harrenhal with Mother. Once we have you safe we're to hole up in the North. Let Robb win the war while we blockade the Neck." Torrhen explained. "The plan is all in place, we'll strike after the wedding."

Sansa looked questioningly. "I can't just leave now Tor."

"They forced you to marry a monster, you're a prisoner here Sansa." He pleaded. "Come with us, once we're at Moat Cailin they can't touch us."

Sansa looked thoughtful. "If they catch us…"

"They won't." Torrhen said defiantly. "Once we're past Harrenhal they'd need to take the castle anyway."

"Ok." Sansa nodded. "I'm under guard though for the entire wedding, how will you get to me?"

Torrhen grinned. "I'm on one of the side entrances to the right as you look at the main pavilion, sneak away and I'll meet you there." He hugged her tightly again. "I'm going to have to go now, or people will get suspicious."

"Tor wait!" Sansa said as he began to leave. Turning around, Sansa bowled into him again. "Thank you for coming for me." She whispered.

"Always." Tor smiled, kissing her head and departing the room.

The day of Joffrey's wedding arrived, and Torrhen was stood at his post with the guard he'd been partnered with for the majority of his time infiltrating the Capital. He thought on the plan. They had taken over a small street near the Dragon Gate, and Northerners and Rivermen had successfully turned the houses into ones with easily concealed spots, so if any guards came searching, weapons, armour and people could be easily hidden.

"Oi, Horas, stop daydreaming will ya." His partner said.

"Sorry Brett, minds wandering." He said, putting on a southern accent to keep his disguise. He was lucky the Lannisters wore helmets that covered his face.

"We gotta be sharp. Do our job well today and promotions could be comin' our way." Brett boasted.

At that moment a group of peasants came up to them. "Can we get past? I wanna see the new Queen!" One young woman exclaimed.

"Piss off will ya or you'll be feeling the back of my hand." Brett grunted, laughing as the woman took off the other way. "Bunch of fools."

"Aye." Torrhen said half-heartedly. Behind them, he heard the fluttering of the pigeons escaping the pie. Chuckling to himself about southerners and their strange customs, he turned to face the fleeing pigeons.

"I'll have some pigeon pie at my wedding." Brett exclaimed.

"Who's gunna marry you?" Torrhen laughed.

"Fuck off will ya." Brett chuckled. "I'll marry some maiden."

"You'll be lucky to get a 50-year-old widow." Torrhen muttered." His attention was gained by a commotion behind him.

"Seize him, SEIZE HIM!" He heard, turning he spotted Sansa and a fool running towards them.

"Shit, there wasn't supposed to be guards." Ser Dontos swore.

"Oi, where are you taking her?" Brett asked, stepping in front of Torrhen. Ser Dontos stood, protectively in front of Sansa ready to fight unarmed, but Torrhen reacted quicker, bring out his sword and piercing the back of Brett's neck. The Lannister man gurgled blood, and dropped to the floor when Torrhen withdrew his weapon.

"I told you Ser Dontos, my brother is here for me." Sansa smiled.

"What happened?" Torrhen asked.

"Joffrey started choking on his wine." Sansa shrugged.

"And the fool?" Torrhen asked, eyeing Ser Dontos.

"Has been a friend to me." Sansa insisted. "He helped me escape, we've been plotting it for a while."

Thinking quickly, Torrhen sheathed his sword again, extending an arm to Ser Dontos. "Many thanks Ser."

"It's no trouble, Lady Sansa is very valu…" Ser Dontos was stopped in his words, as his fingers grasped at his throat where Torrhen's dagger had just entered. Looking at the Stark questioningly, he also dropped to the floor choking on blood. Sansa was horrified.

"What have you done!" She exclaimed. Torrhen just grabbed her wrist roughly.

"We have to go." He urged, dragging her along.

"He was a friend! He was helping me!" Sansa argued.

"He was helping himself! He wasn't clever enough to think of this on his own. Somebody wants you alive and in their grasp, that wasn't happening." Torrhen countered, running with Sansa.

They arrived at the house Torrhen had been staying at and barricaded the doors as bells began filling the city. Breathing heavily, Torrhen undid the Lannister armour and threw it in a corner. Sansa was rounding on him angrily.

"You kill a man trying to help me escape, and you bring me to a house in the city we are trying to escape? Why!" She asked.

Torrhen ran his hand through his hair. "Listen to the bells! Joffrey is dead! They'll claim it to be poison once they see you're missing and barricade the city. We won't be able to leave."

"Then what are we doing?" Sansa asked angrily.

"Waiting." Torrhen told her. "I have someone on the inside, they will let me know when the city opens the gates again, and then the men in this street will cause a riot. We'll use that to slip out unnoticed."

Sansa thought about it, and nodded. "Ok, I trust you. What are we doing till then?"

"Causing a nuisance wherever we can, but lying low." Torrhen said, offering her some water. "You need to change your hair too."

"My hair?" Sansa asked, horrified.

"You don't need to do an Arya and cut it all off, just some." Torrhen said. "And we'll need to get some dye, make it dark like mine. I'll get a man on that immediately."

Mira knew she was playing a dangerous game. The weeks after Joffrey's death were nervy, but Margaery kept on sending food and toys to the orphanages around the city. Some of the food however she kept siphoned off and gave it to Torrhen when she could. She often visited him, making sure nobody followed her. Her first visit was the worst, as she brought news of the so called 'Red Wedding' in which Torrhen's brother Robb had been murdered at their uncle's wedding. The Northerners were now holed up in Harrenhal, and Tywin Lannister hadn't made a move yet. Torrhen and Sansa both broke down at the news, and while Sansa still cried occasionally, she noticed Torrhen only had rage in his eyes.

She was sat in the small kitchen of the house they had commandeered, and Mira was bringing more news.

"The trial by combat went ahead, and both Oberyn Martell and the Mountain died. Lord Tyrion has been sentenced to death." Mira said.

"We can use that." Torrhen said, unmoved by the fate of the little man. "Create a riot at the execution, claim it's because the killing is unjust."

"Yes." Mira said. "Just be careful, the guards are still on high alert, it's a miracle you've lasted this long unseen…"

There was a loud knock on the door, and immediately Torrhen and the few guards in this house withdrew their swords. Sansa moved into a corner, remaining hidden as best she could which was easier with her now brunette hair. One of the men opened the door, and Torrhen saw the brunette hair and green dress of a Tyrell.

"Let her in, but only her." He ordered, and in strode Margaery Tyrell.

"Lady Margaery!" Mira exclaimed. "I…"

"Didn't expect to see me?" Margaery finished for her. "I bet. Be grateful Varys told me of your little adventures, and not Cersei Lannister."

"Why are you here?" Torrhen asked, eyes narrowing.

"Now now there's no need for hostilities, nobody knows I'm here." Margaery waved off.

"It's King's Landing, everyone knows everything." Torrhen scoffed.

"That may be, but anyway, I'm here for Mira." Margaery said. "Your belongings are being brought here. I've let it be known that this house is owned by the Tyrell's now, and that because I cannot trust you as a handmaiden, I've let you go."

"My Lady!" Mira exclaimed, wide eyed.

"It's for your own good." Margaery snapped. "You've been reckless with Lord Morgryn, and forcing poor Sera to let you in to the coronation feast… I like you Mira, but you're bringing too much attention to yourself. Lie low and escape with the Starks, but never come south of the Neck again."

"You treat her like that and she's been nothing but loyal." Torrhen growled.

"Be careful Stark." Margaery scowled back. "I know you're here, I know Sansa is here. It would be a shame if the Queen found out."

"It'd be a shame if your head made it back to the Red Keep, but your body didn't." Torrhen snarled.

"Tor, stop." Mira snapped. "My Lady, thank you."

"Lord Tyrion will be executed in three days. Do what you will." Margaery said. "But be gone from this place and quickly, once I know you've left word will have to reach the Small Council's ears." With that she left the house briskly.

"Fucking Tyrells." Torrhen swore, sheathing his sword again.

"You need to control your anger." Mira snapped.

"Don't defend her after that! And what did she mean, the stuff with this Morgryn?" Torrhen asked her.

"Nothing, something to help my family that didn't work out." Mira said. "He tried to marry me and take over Ironrath, I refused."

Torrhen looked at her angrily, before softening his features again. "We need to plan; we're leaving in three days."

They left in two. The night before Tyrion's execution all hell broke loose, and Tywin Lannister was murdered by the Imp. Having already packed, Torrhen, Mira and Sansa forced their way through the Dragon Gate as the small army of Northmen and Rivermen fought the Gold Cloaks. Torrhen had made a note of all their names, and made sure to honour them all once the North had been retaken.

The journey was on foot, and tiring. This was only made worse a couple of days into their journey, when riders from the south were spotted. Hiding the girls in the bushes, Torrhen and the 20 Northmen that had broken through the Gold Cloaks all turned to stare down the 5 riders. At the head of the riders was none other than Jaime Lannister.

"Ser Jaime, looking better than the last time I saw you." Torrhen remarked.

"Torrhen Stark, I heard you died." Jaime replied.

"Not yet." Torrhen responded.

"Apparently so. Imagine my surprise when my sister ordered me to ride on the Kingsroad and ride down you and your little band of Northerners." Jaime said, gesturing to the small group.

"Now that." Torrhen chuckled. "That won't be happening."

"The war is over Stark; your brother is dead."

"The war is over when I say it's over." Torrhen growled.

"I didn't want to do this, you treated me with kindness which is why I rode myself, even with my injury." Jaime said, raising his golden hand. "But I will not disobey the Queen's orders."

"I treated you with kindness because your lover had my sister." Torrhen snarled. "No other reason. I have no issue with sending you back to your sister in pieces."

Jaime looked down from his horse and stared into Torrhen's eyes. "Well then, King Black Wolf. That makes this easy."

"NOW!" Torrhen roared, and archers sent a pair of arrows each directly into the horses, bringing them all down in one swift movement. Half of the group then rushed into the trees and bushes to escort Sansa and Mira to Harrenhal, while Torrhen and the rest unsheathed their swords and clashed with the Gold Cloaks. Torrhen himself rushed at Jaime.

For the first time, Torrhen was glad that Locke had cleaved the Kingslayer's hand off, as he clearly wasn't very good with his left. Torrhen went on the offensive immediately, raining attacks upon the Kingslayer as quick as he could. Jaime fought well though, using his new golden hand to act as a sort of shield, while pushing as hard as he could with his sword. Torrhen grimaced as the Kingslayer sliced his thigh, and immediately swung wildly at his opponent's head. Jaime ducked, and the two squared off again. Torrhen was angry, and in his anger, he powerfully pushed the Kingslayer down the Kingsroad, attacking ferociously. A breakthrough showed itself, and Torrhen parried Jaime's sword to his left, bringing it back immediately to slice the Kingslayer's belly slightly, just under the armour. Grimacing, Jaime tried to swing back, but Torrhen deflected the blow easily, knocking Jaime's sword to the ground. Panting, Torrhen brought his sword up to finish the Kingslayer off, but gasped as a knife found its way into Torrhen's side. Kicking Jaime over so he was on his back, he pushed his sword against Jaime's neck.

"I hope you rot in the Seven Hells." Torrhen said through the pain in his side.

"No doubt about that." Jaime grinned. "I'll tell your Father you say hi."

That did it for Torrhen, and he thrust his sword into the Kingslayer's neck, watching as blood left his body, the light left his eyes, and Jaime Lannister moved no more. He turned to see that the Gold Cloaks had all perished, as well as seven of his men. The remaining three surrounded Torrhen.

"Your Grace, you're injured!" One exclaimed.

"Send Jaime's head back to King's Landing, we keep the golden hand." Torrhen grunted. "Then patch me up."

They caught up with the girls within the day, and after Mira and Sansa both fussed about Torrhen, scolding the survivors for shoddy bandaging and replacing Torrhen's bandages, they all made their way to Harrenhal.

The first thing he noticed when walking up to the ruined castle was how well the defences looked. Harrenhal was a true fortress, and nobody was likely to take it, especially with the Greatjon and Maege Mormont in control. After verifying he was actually Torrhen, the gates opened, and Arya immediately rushed to Torrhen, gripping him in a hug that hurt Torrhen's new wound. Cat ran to Sansa, crying her eyes out as she hugged her eldest daughter. She turned to Torrhen from the hug.

"You're all ok, you're all ok." She repeated.

"We're fine Mother, I promise you." Torrhen said, his smile not quite reaching his eyes. "We heard about Robb."

The courtyard grew silent, until one by one the Northerners in the castle bent on one knee towards Torrhen. The Greatjon walked over to the Stark boy, and knelt directly in front of him.

"Harrenhal is yours, Your Grace." The Greatjon said.

"Stand, Lord Umber." Torrhen said, his newfound authority still strange. "First, we will mourn my brother, ensure my party are well rested and fed. Then we can talk about the future."

"Of course." The Greatjon said, still towering over Torrhen. "Let's get the Starks cleaned up and food in their bellies! Come on you lazy shits!" He called out to the men in the castle, who immediately got to work.

They spoke later, planned their next moves and agreed on all actions, but the first thing they did once everything had been settled and agreed was crown Torrhen in the middle of the Hall of a Thousand Hearths. 8,000 men gathered to see Torrhen kneeling in the middle of the hall, as the Greatjon placed a crown on top of his head. Torrhen stood, and turned so he had stood facing everybody in the room. His eyes landed on Sansa, Arya, Mira and his Mother, all stood together at the front, and he grinned. Unsheathing his sword, he held it high in the air. The Greatjon followed his example, and soon every soldier in the room held their swords aloft.

"THE KING IN THE NORTH!" The Greatjon roared, and the room echoed the phrase so loud, Torrhen wouldn't have been surprised if King's Landing could hear the Northerners scream.

"The King in the North! The King in the North! The King in the North!"