We walk into the encampment freely, the next day just as it is ending, with Catelyn at the lead Brienne and I next to each other leading our horses. The guards nod at Catelyn as we pass by as if Brienne and I are her shadows. We pass by people Catelyn asking if they've seen Robb. We are pointed in the same direction so we continue on, and then we spot him. He's talking to a pretty girl, with his back to us. She seems to be enjoying whatever it is he is saying to her.

"Robb," Catelyn says coming up next to him. He turns a look of surprise that is replaced by a smile rather quickly.

"Mother," he moves in and hugs her tightly. "Lya," he hugs me as well our hug lasting a little longer. "You're lucky you're my sister," he says. The lady crinkling a paper in her hands catches our attention. Robb pulls back and looks at her. "Mother, Lya this is Lady Talisa. She's been helping with the wounded," he leads Catelyn in closer to her and I follow.

"Lady Talisa."

"Ladies Stark," they incline their heads towards one another.

"Lady Talisa…?"

"Lady Talisa Maegyr."

"Where is that from?" I whisper to Catelyn.

"Don't be rude, it's impolite to whisper in front of people like this," I blush at the reprimand as Catelyn continues on. "We are sorry we don't know this name."
"It is uncommon here, it is an old name in Vilantis. Excuse me My Lady, Your Grace," she nods her head and turns to go.

"I'll take care of the horses," I offer taking Catelyn's from her.

"Follow her," Catelyn says to Brienne turning to follow Robb. I hurry after Talisa.

"Lady Talisa!" I call. She turns to see me and smiles slightly.

"How may I help you Lady Stark?"

"You may call me Lya. I'm not used to the whole title thing."

"What do you mean?"

"I wasn't raised as a Stark, it's a long story, anyway. I saw the way you looked at Robb."

"His Grace is very handsome."

"He has a lot to worry about, and romance shouldn't be one of them."

"You're one to talk, I hear you have a thing with Ser Jaime Lannister."

"We don't have a thing, all's I'm trying to say is don't be too distracting. We are doing alright so far, and you better not mess it up for him."

"Noted Lya. It is sweet that you care for your brother so." I nod at her and lead Brienne and the horses towards the stables. Brienne looks slightly uncomfortable. We drop the horses off and start back towards Robb and Catelyn.

"Is something bothering you?" I ask her.

"Was that your place to say something to her?"

"I'm only looking out for family," I say. "You would do the same thing if a girl could get your brother killed."

"I'm not the best when it comes to-."

"You might not be the best with your words Brienne but I've seen you with a sword. You're an intimidating force." We come upon Catelyn and Robb conversing just as a man comes up.

"Your Grace, My Lady. News from Winterfell," he holds up a little scroll from a raven.

Robb takes it and reads it, "what does it say?" Catelyn asks.

"I need time to think," he shoves the paper into Catelyn's hands and walks off. I stand patiently hoping one of them reads it as I look over her shoulder and see I only know a couple of the words.

After Catelyn, and I have eaten we gather in Robbs tent. "This cannot be true," he says.

"We've had ravens from White Castle," the man, whose name I learned is Roose Bolton,who had delivered the note says adding in other places that don't have much meaning to me. "I'm afraid it is true."

"Why? Why would Theon-," Robb starts and I put a hand on his shoulder knowing how angry he is. His brother Theon, not by blood but by being raised together, had taken over Winterfell.

"Because the Greyjoy's are treasonous whores."

"My brothers?"

"We've heard nothing of them," I look to see Catelyn's eyes fill with tears and she looks away. "But Roderick Cassell is dead."

"I told you never trust a Greyjoy!" Catelyn says the hurt in her voice evident. I move from Robb to her and hug her allowing her to bury her face in my shoulder.

"I must head off at once."

"There's still a war to win Your Grace!" Bolton says as Robb rises.

"How can I call myself "King" if I can't even hold my own castle. How can I ask men to follow me if I can't-," Robb yells back.
"You are a king, and that means you don't have to do everything yourself," Bolton replies just as heated.

"Let me go and talk to Theon," Catelyn says moving forward.

"I could go with her," I say hand on my sword.

"There is no talking he will die for this."

"Theon holds the castle with a skeleton crew. Let me send word to my bastard at the Dredfort, he can raise a few hundred men and retake Winterfell before the new moon. We have the Lannisters on the run. If you march all the way back North now you lose what you gained. My boy would be honored to bring you Prince Theon's head."

"Tell your son Bran and Rickon's safety are paramount and I want Theon brought to me alive. I want to ask him why and then cut off his head myself," Bolton nods and turns to leave. I storm out after him ignoring Catelyn's words to come back.

I'm sitting in a corner holding my head. There's a cage nearby but I don't care to see what's in it. "Who's the pretty lady over there!" I hear a familiar voice. I sit up looking around slightly confused and then stand approaching the cage. Jaime is inside tied to a post.

"Don't fucking talk to me you have no right," I say fighting tears. "You tried to kill my father."

"What's wrong?" he asks looking up at me covered in his own filth and yet he still sounds concerned. I feel a surge of hatred suddenly and just want to go in and tear him to pieces.

"Don't fucking talk to me, I hope Robb kills you for what you've done," I spit at him and turn walking away. Out of distance I start punching a tree not feeling my skin split open and the blood start to drip down and off of my hands.

"Catelyn she's over here!" I hear Brienne sometime later. I've hunched over again and am holding my head.

"You're bleeding," Catelyn says and tries to pull me to my feet but I won't budge.

"May I?" I hear Brienne. Catelyn moves and then arms pick me up and carry me through the encampment.

"Lady Talisa, can you help us?"

"Of course Lady Stark, what is it?"

"She hurt her hands," I'm laid down on the ground and she kneels next to me examining them.

"Were you fighting a tree?"

"More like Robb than she'll know," Catelyn says. "Talk to me Lya tell me what's wrong?"

"Why?" I wipe at my eyes with my arm as Talisa washes the blood away and picks the bark out of my hands. I wince occasionally. "Why didn't I see this. Why aren't I seeing anything? I can't see Sansa, Arya and I didn't try to see Bran or Rickon but why wasn't it shown to me."

"It's in the past now there's nothing we-."

"I know we can't change the past but I've seen things in my head. I've seen Ned dying and someone else dying, and bad things happen to people but I didn't see this. Something we could have prevented."

"I don't know. But we can't blame you, we can blame Theon the traitorous little snake," Talisa starts bandaging my hands. "It's being taken care of the boys will be alright, and we will win this war."

"I wouldn't be so certain about that? Can I go now? I'm tired," I say.

"All done," Talisa says. "Make sure you keep them clean, and use this for the pain," she puts a small jar in my hand.

"Thank you," I stand and walk myself to my tent.

I see flashes of faces. There's Hodor with Bran on his back, and Rickon right in front of them. And then there's Sansa with a bruise on her face and a small bleeding cut. And Arya, at last something of Arya.