HEY THERE READERS! I'M BACK... With a new chapter. I would have written sooner but I was at a wedding (Was not hosted by the Freys XD) and I didn't have time, so here it is! This chapter will involve REVENGE and some badass people that D and D ruined will show up... Hope you like it and comment what you think of it! X

Robb:

The river had a bland, grey look to it. The water was choppy, Robb could hear the splashing against the stone. His boots still squished with water, no matter how many times he shook them, half of the trident still squished.

The rain hit their backs like rocks. Most of the Second Sons complained, but his uncle's forces never said a word. "Men spotted Black Walder and Lothar leaving during the seige. The Kingslayer was storming Riverrun, they went to tell their father of their victory." Blackfish chuckled at the thought of the Freys and their tiny minds.

His eyes had fury fuming through them when he saw the two towers standing on each side of the river. Robb remembered the screams and the slicing of the knives. All those men, who fought for him and named him king, now haunt the halls of the Twins.

The rest of the Frey's forces were still at Riverrun, settling in to their new fortress. No one would think to return so soon. The remaining Lannister soldiers probably went south again, they had no use to go home so early.

Robb wasn't thinking of mercy towards the Freys, only revenge pulsed through his vains and every inch of his body. They didn't have banners, no direwolves or trouts flew above them. He truly didn't have a plan, only for a sword to go through Walder Frey's chest.

He thought of just storming the castle, the Freys were weak with most of their men gone. That was, until they heard laughter of men. The sound of swords being pulled echoed across the river.

Most of them didn't think they would see them again, but their they stood. Thoros drinking from his canteen and the rest of the brotherhood rifling through someone's camp. "Well look who it is. We didn't think we'd see any of you since you left running from an old woman telling ghost stories."

The camp had bridge banners, apparently the Brotherhood had ran into them before they could. Thoros turned to see where they were going, he saw the Twins down the hill and began laughing.

"Ohhh, you smart little shit. No wonder why you didn't fight. You're smart for a boy." Thoros tried complimenting him, but Robb always hated being called a boy.

Beric rose from the rest of them when he heard Thoros. He had interest in their trip to the Twins. "We're coming." The Lord of Corpes commanded. He pulled the banner from the ground and began carrying it.

"What do you mean you're coming? I thought the Brotherhood didn't choose sides." Robb stated. Most of them began to pack up, they respected Beric's leadership.

"We don't. Protecting the smallfolk needs weapons, we need gold for food and weapons. Rich houses have plenty of gold in their castles." Beric explained. It made more sense, he thought.

A man with a yellow cloak the color of lemons handed them hats. They were the caps the Freys wore, it always made them look simple minded. "It'll help with getting in the castle." He mumbled.

Daario looked as if he was going to piss himself when Robb put it on, his uncle had annoyance towards the sellsword. "Watch you tongue. That's your King." Tension had built up and both Blackfish and Daario stared at him. They waited for a response.

"I serve no Kings, only the Queen Daenerys Targaryen." The sellsword spat at him. Blackfish eyes had confusion when he heard her name. If only Daario had kept his mouth shut.

"Say that name again? Targaryen?" His voice was harsh. Blackfish clenched his fists trying not to be stupid. His voice was loud enough for the men to hear him.

"We made a deal. She sent the Second Sons with me to Riverrun, try and get the Riverlands and the North to her side." His brow furrowed, but his anger eased.

"And I assume you're marrying her for an alliance to secure the North. After all, you are their King." Blackfish waited for an answer, but Robb didn't give him the right one.

"I'm not marrying her, and I don't plan to. For the deal to come to plan, I had to give up the title." He said quietly. His uncle had disappointment when he looked at Robb. Blackfish turned to his men, leaving.

"The Lannisters are probably gone, we can still take Riverrun, free Edmure." His uncle ordered, but the men didn't move. They looked to Robb waiting for a command. Blackfish looked as them as if they were traitors.

"My brother died at the red wedding. I want to see them pay." A man stepped forward, as he explained to Blackfish. More spoke, they all wanted revenge.

Robb walked forward and offered his uncle more reasons to stay. "She has the same enemies as us. She has allies, and even worse pets." He had no men that would go with him.

Blackfish wanted to walk away, but he sighed and walked back. "Who are these allies?" Robb bit his tongue, his uncle wouldn't agree to him.

His eyes were harsh, he coud tell if Robb was lying. "Last I heard Dorne and the Reach have come to her aid. The Greyjoys offered her a naval fleet." Robb mumbled the words under his breath.

"Greyjoys? You chose to side with the ones who murdered your brothers and took your home?!" He had madness in his words, Blackfish didn't see a nephew when he spoke.

Robb was tired of being belittled to a boy. He didn't care if it was his uncle. "I know who they are, you don't need to remind me. They didn't kill Bran and Rickon, but Rickon will be if you keep trying to go back to Riverrun. So you can go back to Riverrun or come North and fight for your family."

Blackfish wanted to say so much more, but he pursed his lips and grabbed a banner. "I'm not wearing one of those fucking hats."

Robb imagined the Freys would be at least smarter than to just open their gates to anyone who wore a hat. They couldn't even see Grey Wind walking amongst them, if only they were smarter.

"Open the gates, tell Lord Frey they've returned!" They shouted from above them. Robb's anger grew faster and his heart felt it would rip out of his chest. He gripped his sword til his hands burned waiting to plunge it through Walder Frey.

Robb stood in the same spot before. They were welcomed as friends before, but most of them were killed and few escaped. His uncles men wore stern faces, most of the men who rallied to Blackfish's side were survivors or lost one of their own.

Little did they know revenge was on most of their minds. The Second Sons were eager to join the fight, they hadn't had one in weeks, they were hungry for it. Smoke rose from the first tower, and screams echoed across the Red Fork.

Most of them recognized Grey Wind, they connected the pieces when it came to Robb. He didn't even look at their faces, one slice or thrust with his sword and he moved onto the next one.

Robb thought of the Kingslayer's words, the Freys weren't good hosts. Just asked your bannermen, he thought. He stopped his pace before entering the hall to find Walder Frey, and turned away.

A skinny legged man, his face was covered in pimples was running to hide. Robb pulled him by the neck and pulled the blade to his neck. "The prisoners, where do keep them?!" He studdered and was dripping with sweat.

"Most of them are in the dungeons! It was getting full, Lord Walder had us throw the soldiers in the river..." All those men, they went to war with him died and Robb could do nothing to stop it.

Water dripping from the cracks was the only sound when they walked down. There was no noise, only darkness. Torches they brought down was the only light in there. Robb pressed the flame closer against the walls and he saw them.

Dozens were squished into one tiny cell. There were so many cells with so many more men. The light shined on them, they were covered in dirt hovering. Most of them cringed at seeing light. Robb pulled the doors open.

Some stood thinking it was a trick, others thought they were dead when they saw Robb. Wendel Manderly was the first to rise and walk to Robb. He wept and fell to his knees, holding onto his boots.

"Most of the men are here, we're missing some. Umber." Blackfish said checking cellls. Robb tightened the blade to the man's throat again. His most loyal bannerman could be floating in the Trident by now.

"He, he, he fought. GreatJon killed two men and bit ears off when they put him in here. They put him in his own cell. Down at the end." Robb had no use of the Frey he held on to. The blood spray on Robb's face and the man fell to the ground.

The end of the room was a tiny cell. It had no windows, only a hole in the door. It was probably for food, less trouble when they fed him probably. The door creaked open to darkness, only tiny holes in the walls with little shines of the moon.

"Fuck off Freys." Robb remembered that voice. It was the one who first named him King. He could see the GreatJon's long les stretched on the ground. He was laying in straw for a bed.

"GreatJon. We're going home." Robb had pride in his voice when he said it. GreatJon's head rose when he heard his voice. He backed farther into the shadows until Robb couldn't see him anymore.

He charged at him, Robb was like a doll when GreatJon lifted him in the air. His hands grabbed him by the neck. By the look of him, the Lord of Last Hearth had the same clothes on from the Twins, but more ragged and torn. His beard had grown to his stomach.

"Years, YEARS! I was locked in that room, and where were you? All this time, we thought you had died. You just left us here to rot in our own piss and shit? ANSWER ME!" His hands were shaking, so many eyes stared at Robb.

Brynden raised his sword to GreatJon but Robb lifted his arm to stop him. "I know, I know. I shouldn't be here, none of us should. My family is in danger, we're going north. I could have just went straight there, but I didn't. We're going home."

GreatJon's hands tightened harder until he dropped him on the ground. Robb gasped only to see his sword in his hand. He swung the sword and Robb closed his eyes, only to hear tearing. The rest of Umber's beard had fallen on the ground.

His face had relief on it, and began walking. GreatJon turned to the hall looking for something. "My son. Where is he?" Brienne of Tarth had told Robb of SmallJon's betrayal. He was once a loyal friend, his father wouldn't be pleased to hear of it.

"He sold my brother to the Boltons. He's betrayed us." Robb spoke sullen. GreatJon's reaction to his son was not what he expected. He rolled his eyes at the thought.

"No, not my son. He wouldn't do that. He's an Umber, I raised my son right. You'll see." He sounded so sure. GreatJon said you'll see, he thought. He agreed to go.

"Let's get out of here you lazy fucks!" GreatJon roared cracking his fists, preparing. Most of them cheered at the sight of an open door. They rushed out the draw bridge, hungry for blood and revenge.

They saved the hall for last. Walder Frey requested to be alone and have dinner with his sons. He would regret that soon, Robb thought.

He was alone, Robb wanted to go in first. He wanted to see the look on Walder Frey's face when Robb entered the hall.

The door creaked loud enough, his feet were light as feathers they didn't make a sound. Robb remembered the spots where he stood, his blood dripping onto the floor. It was all washed away like none of it had happened.

He smelled pie, the air had a mix of blood and sweat. Robb walked to the middle of the hall to find Walder Frey, but he was now how he had expected. Blood was already dripping from his open throat into the two pies he had not finished.

A servant girl stood in front of Robb, she didn't hear him come through. Her hand was dripping red, the other had the blade. The girl had gotten to Walder Frey before him. He always had younger wives, he must have forced himself on the wrong girl.

Robb walked forward, his feet became loud enough to hear. "You beat me to it." He assured her. Her back tensed at his voice, the knife fell to the ground. The girl turned to him, her eyes softened. She didn't look familiar, but she looked like she could weep.

"Are you alright, girl?" He asked. She eyes widened and turned back to the tables to hide her face. The servant girl swept her face and what looked like a mask fell to the ground. Her hair had changed, the dark brown had gone to a lighter and shorter chestnut brown.

Her head turned back to him, he remembered that face. He said goodbye in Winterfell years ago, to a skinny little girl with her little sword at her side. Arya stood before him again, she was so old.

She walked towards him and fell to his arms, Robb squeezed her tightly hoping to never let her go. Her bloody hands clung to him. The mask she wore fell laid on the ground, only it wasn't a mask.

At that point, GreatJon had found his way to the Great Hall with the rest of them. Blackfish had a look of shock and relief when he saw Arya. GreatJon began to laugh, he looked up to the walls and anger grew on him.

"Those fucking Freys." He mumbled until his growls. Umber climbed to the top of the tables, leaning against the wall to grab what he had been waiting for, for years. Robb thought he was going to kiss his sword by the looks he gave it.

"Let's get the fuck out of here." GreatJon bellowed handing the swords to the other men the Freys had taken from them.

"How can you be here? I saw you. I saw your body being thrown in the river, mother's too..." Arya's voice was calm like killing a man was normal to her.

"Your friends the Brotherhood offered their help here." He told her. She had a look of disgust when he mentioned them.

"They're not my friends, they sold my real friend to the Red Woman." She spat thinking about them.

"Gendry, I know. We found him at an inn. A fat boy as well who never shuts up about kidney pie." She turned back to him, her eyes had softened to a little girl. She looked like their mother.

She turned around to see one of Beric's men, a boy actually. It was his squire we claimed. Arya's brows furrowed and turned to Robb. "Ned's here." The name gave him a sharp pain through his body.

The boy came through the hall helping the GreatJon hand out swords. He was part of the Brotherhood at such a young age. Beric's squire he thought it was.

He had the looks of Daenerys, the silver blonde hair was not seen much anymore. "Why did you bring them here. Where are they, Thoros and Beric?" She gripped her tiny sword that hid on the side.

She walked out of the hall, her face was frozen with no emotion. Robb followed her. "You really think you're going to kill them." He was quick enough to pull it from her side, she turned to him trying to get it back.

"I had a list. Every night before I slept I would say the names of who I would kill. Walder Frey, Cersei, Joffrey, so many more. Beric and Thoros too, they sold my friend for gold." Her grey eyes twitched slightly.

She was faster than he thought, fast enough to trip Robb and take back her sword. By the tie he stood, she was already running.

Robb knew Thoros and Beric close enough that they would be searching through each of the rooms for anything that shined. They were a band of refugees, soldiers, and boys who never held a sword before now. They needed gold, and Arya knew them and what they would do for gold.

He slid his hands against doors, most of them were empty. The Frey soldiers were still at Riverrun, but Walder Frey had many more children that roamed his halls. Robb heard the faint cry of a baby.

The scream was louder as he walked forward. Finally it stopped, only to hear the hushing of a mother. The room was pitch black, the lantern glowed a burnt orange til Robb heard the cries again.

So many eyes looked at him in fear. Robb was the monster in their nightmares that had come to take their home away. A babe screaming his lungs out til his mother pulled him beside her. She was crying as well, Roslin was pale as snow when she saw Robb.

Her son, with the bright orange hair and watery blue eyes stared back at him. The boy had the same wide eyed look as Edmure. Roslin clung to her son in fear Robb would dare to hurt a child.

"You should all go to Riverrun. Your men are there, you don't want to be here. His father is there as well." Robb said staring at Roslin and the boy.

Most of them were confused, they expected to be beaten and killed for sharing the name Frey. Robb ushered them out, and Roslin stopped before leaving. "I didn't know, honestly. My father... He's a cruel man. She was pretty, your wife. You looked happy." She spoke quietly.

He didn't know what to say, instead of speaking he changed the subject and sent them to the stables. Roslin's words weren't memories. Memories were supposed to make you want to smile, his only kept him awake.

Why couldn't Robert just choose a different fucking Hand of the King, he thought. They would all be alive. His head was pounding wanting the woods witch and her words to be gone. Blood child, how Robb would bring death wherever he walked.

Robb was thinking about it all, he couldn't even hear the person following him. When he did it was too late. Again, he felt the blade wrapped around his neck. "You're coming with me wolf King."

Robb didn't object he followed as the sweaty soldier ushed him out towards the bridge. "Would you look at that, the King in the North is following my orders. ME, ha!" Two times he went to the Twins, and two times this would happen again.

GreatJon had joined the rest of them outside, he barely used his sword, mostly his fists and teeth. His eyes widened and grew angry at the sight of them. The rain crashed down on them, the river slappped against the towers like a strike of lightning, so harsh.

"You don't want to do that boy. Too many of us, and too little of you." Blackfish walked forward raising his sword. That only made the Frey angry, and pulled the knife closer. Robb could feel the skin break and the small trail of blood trickling down his neck.

"I have the knife, you walk any more I'll cut his throat. I mean it!" GreatJon laughed at him, he wasn't trying to ease the boy's anger. Blood dripped down to Robb's forehead, only it wasn't his.

He could see the tiny shape of the sword pierce through his captor's neck. The hole was tiny enough for blood to come draining down and the Frey boy was gagging. Robb felt a push that knocked the body down on top of him.

Robb fell to the edge, the sharp corner landed perfectly onto his head to make hi groan. He tried catching his balance, but his feet had doubled and Robb was walking over nothing. It burned when he fell in the water.

He gasped for air once it touched his body. It was so cold, Robb's fingers tingled and the water kept splashing back down his throat. His head was throbbing and his arms felt numb. Robb tried to kick, but the current was too strong. Instead he just floated and his armor dragged him down.

The saltwater had mixed unpleasantly with the blood from his wound. It burned when they clashed together. At one point, he was sinking lower until he couldn't hold his breath longer. The last he saw was red, so much red.

"He's awake, finally. Enjoy your nap?" Daario stood over him. He could hear small birds singing, and a grey sky. Arya waited next to him, cleaning the blood off her sword.

"Where are we?" Robb whispered. His voice was dry, his throat felt as if it was a desert full of sand. He rose up, but almost fell from his dizziness. Arya pulled him forward. Dry blood had turned to a brown crust on his head.

"Somewhere in this shit stain of a country. I'm not really sure, we just follow your friends." The sellsword looked around in disgust. The Riverlands weren't like this, he thought. The air was humid and moist. The ground had a wetness to it, and the rocks were covered in moss.

"The Neck? How, we just left the Twins?" They were surrounded by swamps. No one could find their way through the Neck usually, only the Northerners.

Blackfish walked forward to greet Robb. "Aye, we left the Twins, but that was days ago Your Grace. That blow to your head knocked you out for a few days. The only reason you are here is because the giant carried you most of the way." He said pointing to GreatJon happily eating by the fire.

"Light as a feather. I used to carry my son around when he was a boy." GreatJon's laughter shrunk to memories and sadness. He through his food back and stood again, preparing.

"We should leave soon Your Grace, we sent the bastard to GreyWater Watch while you were unconcious. We figured Howland would help take back Winterfell as well, if we can find the man."

This lower part of the North was like a jungle, one step wrong and you could be lost. GreyWater Watch was in the center of it all. His father always spoke of how Lord Reed was his closest friend. He said he had saved his life several times during Robert's Rebellion.

"So Sansa is there? You're sure." Arya approached him, she was the opposite of her sister but she had a look of hope thinking of seeing her.

"That's what they told me. Jon too." Her grey eyes widened in delight. When Robb heard it in his mind, he wondered. He never thought Jon would leave the Night's Watch, but his brother would do anything for his family.

"We're going to get Rickon back, I promise you. We'll all be together soon." He vowed, assuring Arya. For a moment he thought his mother stood next to him, he had said almost those exact words to her. Only he failed her, he wouldn't do that again to his sister.

They had few horses, so the sound of hooves trotting across the ground were noticeable. A dozen men came riding, he spotted Gendry through the lot of them.

"We couldn't find it. We just kept walking in circles. The swamp could suck us down if we stepped in the wrong spot. We should leave this place." Gendry had panic in his voice and was sweating.

Arya charged at him, her fists were tiny compared to his. "I told you to come with me! I could have been your family, but NO I would be M'lady!" Every time she spoke she would swing at him. Hot Pie and Robb were the first to seperate them.

Robb pulled his sister back only she elbowed his head where it still ached. "Now you're HERE serving my brother?! I could have helped you, the Red Woman wouldn't have taken you. You're stupid!"

She finally stopped hitting and scratching. Gendry's face had turned red with marks in the shape of Arya's hands. "I missed you too." She rolled her eyes and turned back towards Robb.

House Reed was small, even if they did find Howland he may not have been much help. Robb only spoke what he was thinking, not about the consequence. "Let's head home!" He cheered, most of them yelled with him.

The wind hit them hard, they all were heading north the current pushed them down. Robb's hands turned raw red and they burned. His father always told them, but none of them knew when winter would come.

"We smell like a swamp's arse." Patrek Mallister complained. While finding their way through the Neck, the ground was all moss. The moss covered the water hidden, most of them didn't notice until the murky water went into their mouths.

"Your sister's letter, it spoke of your half brother leading the men to Winterfell. They're your men, you should be leading them instead of a bastard." Robb stopped and turned to Blackfish. Jon may have been baseborn, but he was still his brother.

"He's my brother, if he hadn't done any of this I would still be in Meereen." His uncle seemed unpleased with Robb's answers.

"Aye, I won't argue with you Your Grace, but your mother never trusted the boy. She may be right for all we know." His mother never accepted Jon, she shunned him, loathed him, just because his name was Snow.

"My mother disliked Jon because he had a different mother. Who Jon was had nothing to do with her hatred." Blackfish mumbled under his breath, but didn't argue.

The ground cracked at their feet, Robb chuckled to himself. The cold brushed through his body, and the snow blew through his hair. The ice cracked under his boots, he hadn't felt this in a long time.

Robb kept laughing, most of them looked at him like he was mad and he probably was. He cup the snowflakes in his hands as they melted away. Grey Wind howled beside him, and he ran into the snow. Even his wolf had excitement, they were almost home.