A/N: While Theon is trying to figure out this Ramsay Bolton, Robb finally reaches King's Landing with his loyal soldiers. Here, an encounter between Yara and Jon turns out to be more fatal than expected…

Night had almost fallen in King's Landing, when Robb, Yara, Jon and the soldiers found themselves in front of the Red Keep. Stealth was one of the northerners' traits, so in the dead of night, the three of them together with the best soldiers succeeded in sneaking in. After thorough planning, Yara had convinced the half-brothers not to just storm the city. She was sure it would be the death of them, even though they had brought all of Winterfell's best soldiers. King's Landing was the capital, and the Lannisters always made sure to be well-guarded. They had many enemies and they knew it – their large armies showed true proof of that.

Now they had snuck in through the city gates and were hiding under a bridge right outside the back of the Red Keep, which was less guarded.

"We attack at midnight", Yara more commanded than suggested. She was leaning against a sand-coloured wall, looking up at the smaller gate. Two soldiers were keeping watch, but they looked inferior to her, she assessed.

"Yes. We go straight for the King, but we do not murder him in his sleep. We have more honor than that", Robb said with a voice much like his father's. It was easily recognizable to Yara, and she smiled vaguely to herself before facing the boys.

"I do not believe that we can just walk in and kill him anyway. Even if he is stupid, he must be aware of all the enemies he is creating". Jon chuckled and moved closer with a grin on his face.

"The King is a child… And stupid. I would not be surprised if right now he is just lying there in his soft bed, dreaming of soft whores to kill". Both Robb and Yara looked at him with annoyance in their eyes.

"Who asked you?", Yara then said, clenching her fist around the handle of her sword. She looked straight at him, into those deep, pretty eyes that always irked her.

"Easy now, Iron-head. Save your anger for the Lannisters", he replied with a superior tone in his voice. She hated when he mocked her.

"Go to Hell, Jon Snow", she then said, emphasizing his bastard-status. That enraged him, and he made a quick movement to approach her. Robb got in between them.

"Hey, both of you! Stop it now", he acted as the peacemaker. He put each of his hands on their chests, preventing them from starting a fight. Yara was too caught up in the moment to feel the palm of his hand against her breasts. She pulled away, and so did Jon. Silence fell for a moment.

"What is it with you Ironborn? Why are you so tense all the time? Especially your brother", Jon then started again with a smirk on his lips. He sat down again and leaned against the wall. Yara faced him, ready to go for him again.

"And speaking of poor, lovesick Theon – he will never get Sansa", he then continued, making his voice more grave. Yara did her best to stay calm, just looking at him with a smile of her own.

"And you will? As I recall it, she is your sister, and Lady Stark hates you. Even more than she hates me and Theon". She could tell that she had him in the palm of her hand. Jon Snow was a predictable character, and Yara knew this.

"Hey!", Robb then said with a raised voice, but quickly calmed himself down. He gave Yara a disappointed look, but it did not get to her. Despite her fondness for Robb, she never remained quiet just to avoid hurting his feelings. His eyes became milder.

"My mother does not hate you, Yara. Or Theon for that matter", he then said. Yara looked from Robb to Jon, who was still sulking.

"Maybe not, but she does hate him", she said, nodding her head towards Jon. Neither of them could argue against her.

A couple of hours went by where nothing at all happened. As the bell tower called midnight, they waited for another half an hour before launching their attack. Robb gave his sign to his small party of soldiers and to Yara and Jon, and quietly they approached the side of the bridge and started climbing it. They were all good climbers, and it was not a difficult climb. As they reached the top, they found that the guards patrolling the gate were facing the other way, making it easy for the party to move in on them and slit their throats. It was Yara and Robb who did the deed.

Effortlessly, they opened the gate which gave access to the castle where the royal family lived. They barely had time to see the beauty of the Red Keep which was far more extravagant than anything back in Winterfell, but none of them had a taste for excess. Only Sansa did, and she was not here. They moved silently forward, but no guards were in sight… Yara frowned while holding her breath.

"Something is wrong. I can sense it", she then whispered and gave Robb a concerned look.

"Nonsense. We keep going. Through the door over there is the private quarters. Let's get that little pig", Jon then said, completely disregarding Yara's concern.

"No, Jon. Wait", she said as Jon approached the door and reached out for the doorknob. He ignored her and turned it.

And then the ambush happened:

The instant Jon turned the door, fifteen Gold Cloaks stormed towards them. There was no time to talk. Robb, Yara, Jon and their soldiers drew their swords and engaged in combat with the Lannister soldiers. They were all wearing those recognizable golden capes, and they were skilled warriors. The thirst for blood was easy to sense as they went straight for the kill.

A large man went for Yara, but she, too, was skilled with a blade, and she put up a better fight than he had expected. She moved around swiftly, and then, out of the corner of her eye, she saw Joffrey at the end of the room. The sight of the little brat gave her extra strength, and in a forceful blow, she ended the Gold Cloak's life. Blood splashed onto her face, but she did not care.

"Robb! The King!", she then shouted and got Robb's attention while he was fighting a thin, but fast guard. She pointed at Joffrey, and both Robb and Jon singled him out. Simultaneously, the half-brothers put their opponents out of their misery. Taking a quick look around, they saw that they were not exactly winning the fight. Several of their soldiers had been killed, while the rest were struggling.

"Let's go for him!", Robb then shouted, vengeance written across his face. Fury and anger from seeing the Baby King gave him extra courage and strength, and with a loud outcry, he forced his way closer to the King at the back of the room. Several of his lifeguards tried to stop Robb, but the pain and the wrath from having his father executed here though he was innocent made him a fierce opponent that even the most experienced Gold Cloaks could not defeat. Yara felt the same burning anger, and she followed him as the only one. Not even Jon Snow could muster this strength, and as he lacked behind, Yara looked back at him in slight amusement.

"Are you tired, son of Snow?", she asked in passing with a superior expression. Engaging in mortal combat always gave her a rush that made her feel high. She grinned as his face turned to stone. Her words, however, gave him a power boost, and in a split second, he had moved over to her, grabbed her arm and pulled her to the side of the room. No one noticed in the heat of the fighting. His force was greater than she had expected, and she lost her balance and fell down behind some tables. She grabbed him and took him down with her.

"Get off me, bastard", she screamed and punched him in his face – blood splattered over her, but she did not know if it was from Jon's cheek or from the Gold Cloaks she had killed. Everything was coloured red, even the golden Lannister crests. She got back on her feet and faced him. Jon's curls had become greasy in the fight, and he looked like a wronged child.

"You will never belong in Winterfell. You are Ironborn scum, and you know it", Jon then yelled bitterly, as he kicked away her feet from under her. She fell to the ground, hard, but enraged by his words, she ignored the pain and instantly got up, pointing her sword towards him. He was still lying on the ground, watching her with a victorious smile.

"Yes, Yara Greyjoy, I know your secret – the one that no one can know", he then said, ignoring the fighting around him, but behind the tables no one noticed them. Yara's hand tightened around the handle of her sword, but she could not remain cool. She feared that he was not bluffing.

"You are lying, you bastard", she shouted and put the blade to his throat. He just smiled.

"No, I am not. If Robb ever knew this, he would kick you out immediately or maybe even hang you. Your brother too, probably", he said. She knew in her heart that he might be right. She remained silent.

"Everybody laughs at Theon. He is a fool, and even you know it. Trust me on this – he will never ever be fit for Sansa. Sansa and I belong together", he continued, each one of his words hurting her more.

"You filthy person – she is your sister. You must be delusional", she replied. He chuckled.

"No more than you. I know what you desire, and that is far worse than what Theon desires. Catelyn would risk starting a war against the Iron Islands if she knew this", he then said. She took a moment to think, and he took advantage of her inattentiveness as he got up and grabbed his own sword, pushing the blade towards her chest.

"I know all your darkest secrets, Yara Greyjoy", he then whispered as he leaned his face close to hers. She could feel herself starting to shake. Without further thought, she did what she had to do in order to secure her own position and life: She thrust the blade through his stomach and twisted it around. He did not scream, only soundless moans escaped his mouth.

"For my brother", she then whispered as life quietly left Jon's body. He watched her, still with that superior look on his face.

"Keep telling yourself that, you selfish girl. The truth will come out", he then whispered with his last dying breath, before blood started pouring out of his mouth. He looked at her one last time, she twisted the blade one last, fatal time inside his body, and then he fell to the ground.

Confusion was total inside Yara's mind as she let go of Jon's body. She had no time to think about what she had done, but she knew that it was not well handled. Lord Eddard Stark would never have done something like that, but then she reminded herself that she was Ironborn and not an ever-so-righteous Stark. She did what needed to be done, and there had been no other way.

She pulled herself together and ran towards Robb, who had almost reached the King. Robb gave her a surprised look and she shook her head.

"They got Jon", she lied, and desperation occurred in his expression. Then it turned to anger, and he faced the King, who also had a sudden change of expression: The young, yellow-haired boy had had a superior and malicious look on his face during most of the fight, but now he had gotten up, and the expression seemed to be changing. He called out to his mother, who quickly showed up beside him. Tall, lean and beautiful, Cersei was standing next to her cub, protecting him with her hand across his chest. Behind them were two other children – a boy and a girl, both with yellow hair. They were guarded by the Gold Cloaks too, but as the number of defenders decreased due to Robb and Yara's competence, the remaining soldiers had to step forward to protect the King and his family.

"Now!", Yara screamed. She did no longer think – she just followed her instincts and let her blade do the talking. Blood was splashing on her from every angle, but the iron taste of blood was no stranger to her.

With a few thrusts with her blade, Yara and Robb had gained access to the royal family.

"No, you will not have him!", the queen screamed as she tried to protect her oldest son. Behind her, her other son and daughter were hiding.

"Mother!", the King screamed in terror as the avengers from Winterfell came closer.

"This is for my father!", Robb then shouted. Robb was a kind soul, so it surprised Yara to see him raise his sword, push Cersei to the side and without hesitation pierce it through the King's torso. The time moved in slow motion as the King drew his last dying breath. He fell to the ground with blood coming out of his mouth. The queen's roaring screams echoed through the entire Red Keep. Silence fell for a moment, and all eyes were on the dying King. Even as life was leaving him, he gathered the last of his strength and raised himself up a bit.

"You father begged for his life like a little girl when I took away his head", he then whispered, but the words were clear. Then an ugly grin appeared on his bloody and swollen face.

"I do not regret killing that traitor", he continued. Robb was standing still, but Yara finally broke her catatonic state and moved closer to the little King, lying on the floor in his mother's arms.

"Say that again, you inbred piece of shit", she said with fortitude. Her eyes went cold, and her hand squeezed the handle of her sword, lifting it slowly.

"Get away from him, you Greyjoy traitor!", Cersei then screamed, but Yara silenced her by making a deep, but not fatal, cut on her throat. The queen moaned in pain. The King smirked again.

"I enjoyed killing Ned Stark", he then said. Robb looked at Yara, who gave nothing away. Then she simply raised her sword, and in one movement she chopped off the King's head, giving him the same fate Ned Stark had been served. Then Yara grabbed the young prince, Tommen, when he tried to escape. She held him tight and put her sword to his throat. Robb had a confused look on his face.

"Maybe I should annihilate the entire inbred Lannister line?", she then said with a deep, sinister voice. The boy started to cry, but Yara showed no mercy.

"No, please, I beg you! Don't take my other son too!", Cersei screamed and reached out for him, but Yara had a firm grip.

"Why not? Give me one good reason not to?", Yara then said with a malicious smile on her face. The queen said nothing but looked pleadingly at Robb, who looked as bewildered as ever.

"I don't want a war. Joffrey should not have killed Lord Stark", she then said with her head lowered. "Joffrey took your father, and you took my son. We are even", she continued to everyone's surprise.

"Where are my brother and sister?", Robb then asked.

"I don't know. They managed to run away at Lord Stark's execution. I swear I am telling the truth", she then said, stripped of all her arrogance and power. Robb looked at Yara, who was still holding onto Tommen.

"Let him go. No more blood will be spilled today", Robb then said. Yara gave him a disappointed look.

"Yara!", he called again with a powerful voice. "Let him go", he continued, emphasizing each word. He looked straight at her, and after a short staring contest, Yara pulled away her sword and let the boy go. Maybe she had done enough killing for the day…