A/n So in this Rhaegar and Lyanna are still alive and are the Lord and Lady of Harrenhal. They have two children, Jon (18) and Elizabeth (17).
Edmure is Lord of the Riverlands and is still married to Roslin, with a daughter, Corrie (15).
Rheagar Targaryen - Orlando Bloom (Legolas for LOTR)
Lyanna Stark - Eva Green (Morgan from Camelot)
Elizabeth Targaryen - Sarah Bolger (Princess Mary from The Tudors)
Chapter 6 - Robb
Robb Stark runs down the hallways of Winterfell, eager to make it to the main gate. He's just received word that his Uncle Rhaegar and Aunt Lyanna have just arrived from Harrenhal along with his cousins, Jon and Elizabeth. They've come to celebrate his eighteenth nameday. His Uncle Edmure, Aunt Roslin, and their daughter Corrine are expected to arrive within a moon's turn. He wants to greet them personally, as he, Jon, and Elizabeth have been close ever since they were small children and his father headed south with his sister Sansa and his infant brother Bran.
He throws open the outer doors to see Jon helping Elizabeth from her horse while his Uncle helps his Aunt.
"Robb!" Elizabeth yells as she half jumps from her brother's arms, running towards him at full speed. Robb laughs in return, easily catching her in his arms and twirling her through the air.
"I've missed you Lizzie," he says with a wide smile as he kisses her cheek. "I trust you've been well?"
"Being a terror for mother and father of course, but did you expect anything else cousin?" Jon asks with a chuckles as he approaches the pair.
"And what is it they've done to earn your scorn this time my Lady?" Robb inquires, lifting an eyebrow.
"Mother wishes to marry Elizabeth to the son of Lord Tywin and my sister is not terribly keen on the idea," Jon informs him, humor sparkling in his eyes.
Robb can't help but laugh at Elizabeth's annoyed expression. "Well you're the lucky one Jon Targaryen, you keep not only the name but Harrenhal. Would you want to be subject to Jaime Lannister? The man is vile as is his family," Elizabeth counters, batting away her brother's teasing hand.
Robb is about to rebuff his cousin's impression of the Queen's brother when he sees his mother's handmaiden exit the castle, a worried expression on her face. Her dark eyes scan the courtyard for a moment before landing on him.
"Young Lord!" she calls, gathering her skirts in her hands and running towards him.
"Eya? Is something wrong?" Robb asks her worriedly, his aunt and uncle coming up behind their children in concern.
"A raven has arrived from Camelot, bearing both the royal and Stark seal. She asks for you as well as Lord and Lady Targaryen," she tells him in one breath.
"Is it from my father? What is it Eya?" Robb presses, grabbing the handmaiden's upper arm.
"It is from your Lady sister, she says your father has been arrested," the girl stutters.
Robb's eyes widen and all but throws her aside as he runs towards the castle, his aunt and uncle at his heels. He bursts into his mother's chamber, to see tears in her eyes and a letter in her hand. Theon, ward of Winterfell, sits silent on one of the chairs to her side.
"Mother?" Robb asks as his Uncle Rhaegar and his Aunt Lyanna step to the side to allow him room. They're watching him as he steps towards his mother slowly, fearful of whatever the letter says. He stops halfway, at Theon's side, unable to continue. It is Theon who takes the letter from Lady Stark and hands it over to the acting Lord of Winterfell.
Dearest Robb,
I write to tell you that a grave event has occurred. Our father, Lord of Winterfell and Warden of the North, has been arrested for treason. He was caught conspiring with a sorcerer to bring down the King once I was married to the crowned prince.
The trial is to be tomorrow and father's fate will be decided. Should father be found guilty, you will be required to come and swear loyalty to the crown. Both Bran and I are deeply saddened by father's treason and are in debt to the King for the kindness he's shown us. I am still to marry my beloved prince at the year's end and Bran will still be raised to knighthood. In exchange for the mercy they've shown us I ask if you would please come quickly.
Your Sister,
Sansa Stark
House Stark and Tully
Lady of Winterfell
Princess of Camelot
"Treason?" Robb asks incredulously as he stares at the letter from the capital. It's his sister's handwriting he knows, he's kept in contact with her over the years, but it doesn't sound like her. The words are too formal, too forgiving of the crown that means to murder their father. He looks up to Maester Luwin in disbelief, "Sansa wrote this?"
"It is your sister's hand but the King's words."
"Father rots in a dungeon, how long before they take his head? I will not sit back and do nothing when they plan to murder my father. Raise the banners, we march on Camelot," Robb says angrily, throwing the letter down before exiting the chamber.
A/n Robb has officially declared war. Let me know what you think, I know I've got people following. I'd love to here from you, your thoughts, predictions, etc...
