Author's Notes

Hello everyone. I'm sorry it's been so long since my last update. But I've working on other stories and my personal life has been keeping me busy from writing as much as I'd like to. But with Game of Thrones Season 6 just hours away, I thought now would be good a time as any to continue my story.

So here we are again. A visit into the world of Game of Thrones would look like had Robb and his family survived the Red Wedding.

Robb Stark

After leaving Greywater Watch, Robb and his army were heading back North. But before they could reach the North, they had to deal with the Ironborn soldiers that were holding Moat Cailin. Robb had to get through but if the Ironborn saw them, they would never grant them safe passage. They needed to be taken out. Fortunately, there weren't that many men inside Moat Cailin. Unfortunately, Moat Cailin was very difficult to infiltrate.

Robb sent Lord Reed and his crannogmen into Moat Cailin. Because they were used to being in the shadows, it was easier for them to get inside. Lord Reed went inside with only 50 of his crannogmen. They entered through a series of gaps that were at the bottom of the Drunkard's Tower. A few men defended the gaps but Howland Reed and his men were able to take them.

One of the best things about cranngomen is that they are experts in guerilla warfare and one of the weapons they use best is blow pipes. It's silent and deadly. A perfect combination.

Once Lord Reed and his men took care of the Ironbron guarding the gaps, they went inside and went looking for all the Ironbron men guarding Moat Cailin. Once a man was hit by their blow pipes, they started to drop like flies. The darts inside contained a poison that would kill a grown man within seconds of making contact into the bloodstream. Which is why everyone who makes the darts wear gloves so they do die while making them.

It took a while but in the end, the cranngomen walked out of Moat Cailin and all of the Ironbron were dead. Lord Reed and his men rejoined Robb and headed North.

They made a lot of ground cover, but they need more men and they needed to rest. So he had his men march towards White Harbor, home to House Manderly.

Wendel and Wylis Manderly were most anxious to see their home again. Unlike most of the other Houses in the North, White Harbor was the closest thing to a Southern city they had in the North. And House Manderly is one of the few Northern Houses that worships the New Gods.

And unlike the Southern cities, White Harbor wasn't rich because they made silver and gold. They made their coin in fish, grain and trade.

They reached the front gate and were stopped by guardsmen.

"Halt! Who goes there?"

"I am Robb Stark. King in the North and of the Trident. Lord of Winterfell and Protector of the North."

The men fell silent. Their king was standing right in front of them and they didn't even recognize him. They fell to their knees and bowed before their king.

"Forgive me, your Grace. I have not seen your face until this very day."

"Please forgive me as well, your Grace. We have no excuses for denying you passage."

"It's quite all right. Please rise."

They stood up and thanked Robb. Wylis and Wendel approached the men.

"Lords Wylis and Wendel! Welcome home, my lords!"

The men bowed their heads to the sons of House Manderly. Wylis spoke and said to the men:

"We have traveled long and far. We have much to tell our father and we do not wish to keep him waiting."

"Of course my Lord. As you wish."

He turned around to the gatemen and said:

"Open the gates! Tell Lord Manderly that his sons have returned! And tell them that King Robb has survived as well!"

The gates opened as quickly as they were raised. As soon as the gates were raised, Robb and his army marched into the city. All 5,000 of them were able to get inside of the city without any problems.

As soon as word reached out that the King was in the city, everyone came out to see him and his army. No one in White Harbor had ever seen the King in the North. Not even as a painting. So for everyone it was a rare treat. They came out of their homes, brothels and counting houses to see their King.

Some came out of the Sept of the Snows. They were very pleased to see that their prayers had been answered. The King was alive and well. Others came out of the Lazy Eel brothel. As soon as they saw him, everyone knelt before him as he and his army passed by them.

It was also the first time anyone from House Stark had been in White Harbor in centuries. They never really found a reason to come in person. But now, with the war still going on, Robb needed all the allies he could get. And now that he was here, he was very upset with himself for not coming sooner. He had no idea how beautiful White Harbor was. And he could see why so many people came to this city.

As they rode by, they passed the Fishfoot Yard. Which was considered to be the center of the city. And in many ways, it was. It was the biggest marketplace in the whole city and quite possibly, the largest in the North. In the center of the yard, stood a fountain and on the top of the fountain was a statue of a merman holding a trident in its hands. It was meant to represent the sigil of House Manderly.

Robb, along with his wife, Howland Reed, the Manderly brothers and the other great Lords of the North at his side, walked up towards The New Castle. This was the seat of House Manderly. Alongside the steps towards the castle were a series of stone mermaids. Some were men, other were women. They all held a trident in their hands.

"Your father is very proud of his sigil isn't he, Wylis?"

"Yes he is, your Grace. It serves as a reminder of where our House originally came from. And it also shows us to what we owe your family for taking us in when we were forced to leave the Reach all those centuries ago."

"Well we're very glad to have your family as a part of the North."

"Thank you, your Grace."

They reached the entrance of New Castle. Where the doors opened wide. A very large man with a large potbelly and balding blonde hair with a thick blonde beard was standing right in front of them. He took very large steps and walked towards the Manderly brothers.

"Wylis? Wendel? Is it really you my boys?"

"It's us, Father."

"Come here you!"

The man gave his sons very large bear hugs.

"And you must be Robb Stark. The King in the North."

"I am, my Lord. And you must be Wyman Manderly."

"I am, your Grace. Thank you so much for bringing my sons back to me safe and sound. I am forever in your debt."

"Thank you. May we come inside?"

"Of course you can. Please come in. Who am I to keep the King outside of my castle?"

Robb dismounted and all of the other Lords followed suit.

"See to it that the men are well rested and the horses are cared for. I want everyone in the best of care."

"Right away, your Grace."

As big as New Castle was, there was no way it could fit all 5,00 men inside. The good news was that even though they couldn't go inside the castle, the courtyard was large enough to house all of them for however long Robb intended stay. Within a few hours, all of the tents were up and the men were resting. The horses were being fed, watered and groomed.

Robb and all of his Lords and Ladies were inside Merman's Court, the great hall of the New Castle. Lord Wyman prepared a feast for everyone. Everyone from the King in the North to the common soldiers were having a great time. It was like the Red Wedding all over again. Except now they were in the House of a man who was loyal to the North.

Robb had told Lord Wyman about what had happened at the Red Wedding. How Lord Wyman's sons nearly came close to dying and how bravely they fought to fight for their House and their King. How Roose Bolton conspired with Walder Frey to murder them all. And how they were able to win the battle.

"The Gods will put men like them into lowest circle of the Seven Hells for their act of treachery. In fact, if I may, your Grace?"

"Of course my Lord."

"Thank you, your Grace."

Lord Wyman stood up in front of the table.

"May I have everyone's attention please? I have something to say."

Everyone stopped talking and looked at Lord Wyman. He raised his chalice and said:

"This is a very rare treat for my House. To be surrounded by so many people. All friends and all fighting for the side of justice and honor. I didn't know Lord Eddard Stark as well as the rest of you may have. But I did know this, he was one of the most honorable men, if not the most honorable, I've ever known. His death was not only a tragedy. It was a murder done by the bastard son of Jaime and Cersei Lannister.

When I heard the news, I swore that I would do everything in my power to help his son avenge his death. My King has now come to me, asking for my support with his war. Well I have only thing to say:

I pledge my life and my sword to your cause, King Robb. I may not be able to fight with you on the battlefield, but I can give you all of the men I can spare. You brought my sons back to me alive and well. And for that, I will be forever in your debt.

House Manderly will stand as one of the most faithful Houses in the North. I swear it. From this time, until the end of time, we will serve House Stark and all those who will help them. We will not serve any of the houses from the South unless they pledge their loyalty to the King in the North and of the Trident."

"I thank you Lord Wyman. For your generosity and kindness. And I will never forget it."

"Now I propose a toast. To our King and to all those who perished at the hands of the traitors. May the Gods watch over us all and those we love and hold dear. The North Remembers!

Everyone grabbed their cups and shouted:

"THE NORTH REMEMBERS!"