The Twins

Boudicca Baratheon

Joffrey's dead.

Boudicca remembered a time not long ago, a time when life was once sweet. It was after they had endured a long and heavy rainfall in King's Landing, the first sighting of rain they had not witnessed for moons. Her little brothers, Joffrey and Tommen began to throw mud at her and Myrcella when they entered the Water Gardens with their mother. Her brothers were covered in that much mud she could not tell which part was boy and which part was mud. They had piles of mud gathered in their hands with wide and mischievous grins on their little faces.

Boudicca had chased after Joffrey and Tommen, she chased after them through the Water Gardens and into the Keep until she and Joffrey found themselves in the throne room. It was a never ending game of chase. Boudicca chased him and Joffrey chased her. It was one of those rare and precious memories of her brother that did not leave her bitter. They had rolled around the ground, playing in the mud until they were pulled apart from each other, laughing as they were scolded together.

"When I am King, I will name you my Hand," Her brother's innocent voice said. "I don't want smelly old Jon Arryn or horrible uncle Stannis or even stupid uncle Renly, I want you!"

"I cannot be the Hand, Joff," Boudicca had replied. "I am a girl, the Lords don't listen to girls."

"Then I will make new ones!" Her brother proclaimed. "If they don't listen to us, I will have my Hound deal with them!"

Joffrey was dead. He had died a horrible and painful death like she had always wanted and prayed for but why was she crying? Boudicca should have felt some form of relief. Yet, she did not, she felt anything but. It did not give her a sense of relief or pleasure or even victory like she once thought it would. The tears kept unwillingly falling from her eyes as she stared in confusion at the tears that were sliding down her pale cheeks and dripping onto the table she was sat at. Why was she crying? Boudicca could not fathom why should waste her tears on the likes of him. After everything that he had done to her, that he had done to their sister and brother. What was she weeping for?

"I love you, Icca!"

Boudicca knew then what she was weeping for, she was not weeping for King Joffrey nor was she weeping for Prince Joffrey. Boudicca was weeping for her little brother Joff. Innocence lost. That was what she truly wept for, she was weeping for the loss of innocence. The boy she truly wept for would follow her around the castle, trailing at her heels with a wooden sword in his hand, begging her to show him how to sword fight or how to ride a horse. The boy who would jump on her back and she would run through the Keep with him, listening to him squeal in delight when he told her to go faster. The little boy with long hair that she would make flower crowns for and tell stories to, much to their father's dismay and humiliation. The boy of six who would embrace her and tell her that he loved her, always. The boy she was weeping for died a long time ago.

Boudicca lets a small, shuddering sigh escape from her lips and she wiped her eyes with the back of her hand and sniffed. She leant back in her chair, propping her leather boots on the table and let her eyes close, letting the cold air of her chambers soothe her aching and tired eyes. A soft knock on her door made her reopen her green eyes and she looked over her shoulder, taking her feet off the table and turned around in the seat and stared at the door as the soft rapping at her chamber door was heard once more.

"Enter," Boudicca ordered.

The door creaked open and her silver haired squire peeked around the door, before entering the room hesitantly with a redness developing on his cheeks as he approached her with a letter in his shaking his hand. He bowed, his hesitant purple meeting her green as he warily handed her the letter, remaining silent. Boudicca took the letter from his hold, thanking him with a small grunt and noticed it was the sigil of House Tully and a small but barely visible smile appeared on her face.

"It is good news, I take it?" She asked, staring at him intently.

"Yes, Your Grace," The boy nodded. "Lord Edmure and Lord Brynden Tully hold Riverrun once more."

"Sit," Boudicca began. "You look exhausted."

"I-I couldn't p-" The boy stammered but she held up her hand, silencing him.

"I said sit," She commands, drawing out the chair next to her and pours another goblet of wine, the only noise shared between them was the wine filling the goblet as she places the sealed letter on the table. Boudicca watches as the boy of a timid disposition sits next to her and with that she passes him his goblet, encouraging him to take a drink as she eyes his wary eyes and pale face. After he takes a sip or two, she hands him the bowl of various berries that she had. "I want you to drink and eat your fill, boy. A squire is an important role and position, is it not?"

"It is, Your Grace," Edric agrees, taking a mouthful of wine as he did so. "Have I done something to displease, Your Grace?"

"Daenerys Targaryen," Boudicca starts, her lips quirking into a small smirk as she looked down at her wine, swirling it around before she takes another sip. "The girl with many fucking titles. Yet this many titled girl has a powerful army and has three dragons. Her army will grow should House Martell and House Tyrell align themselves with her, I would be a fool to think that they would side with me. House Martell would rather fall on their own spears than be an ally of a stag. My father once told me should Viserys and Daenerys Targaryen invade Westeros with Dothraki screamers, the war would be on my shoulders. It seems that a war just may be on my shoulders, the moment that Daenerys has gained a naval fleet, she will sail for Westeros. Do you know anything about the Dothraki, boy?"

"I do not know much about them, Your Grace," The boy began, twiddling his thumbs as he set his goblet down. "I do know that they are nomadic warriors, deadly to encounter. If they invade Westeros, I do not think that they will follow Daenerys Targaryen. A girl can change many things but I doubt she can change an entire culture. No matter what titles they possess, titles are worthless to the lustful. They will travel Kingdom to Kingdom, I think. It will not be the Lords and Ladies behind the castles, it will be the small folk in their villages and towns. They will kill all the men who do not have stone walls, they will rape and enslave the woman and children. I have seen it all too often. The army that Tywin Lannister has is no better than the army Daenerys Targaryen has."

"The small folk are who I truly fear for," Boudicca murmured. "It is not an age of Kings. It is an age of Queens. I want the North, Stormlands and Riverlands. I do not want Westeros. I want our lands free from such reigns. I will defend every man, woman and child who fought in my name and named me their Queen. The small folk have only us, Edric Dayne. I will do what I do best, I will rule."

"Did you ever love Joffrey?" Edric asked suddenly, causing her to stiffen.

"Why do you ask?" She retorts, her voice had suddenly turned small and quiet.

"Ser Davos informed us about Joffrey's death, Your Grace," The purple eyed boy tells her. "You left the hall shortly after."

"My brother has sought after death since childhood," Boudicca sighs, resting her left hand on the table as she stares down at her lap, finding herself able to stare down instead of up towards the boy who was staring at her with a curiosity. "But I did love him once, Edric. This I know. I am the eldest of five yet here I am. My brother, Steffon died a week after he was born. He took to a fever and died. My sister, Myrcella died at nine. She was butchered by the Frey's. My brother, Joffrey died at fourteen. Poisoned."

Boudicca felt tears gather in her eyes, she blinked and shook her head, trying to be rid of them but suddenly the boy rose to his feet and stared at her for a few moments before he lunged for her, wrapping his arms around her as he pulled her into an embrace. The bold move from the normally shy boy shocked her before she slowly sunk into the boy's embrace, remaining silent as a single tear fell from her eye, sliding down her cheek as she let the boy hold her.

Boudicca held the candle in her right hand as she made her way towards the damp and cold dungeons, the flickering candle gave her little light but she found herself uncaring for it as she trailed down the stone steps. The hot wax dripped onto her fingers and she could feel it beginning to set on her skin but she merely ignored it despite the burning pain. Her eyes remained impassive as she looked towards the guards situated at the black cell and nodded, commanding for him to open the door.

"Your Grace," The bearded man bowed, taking the keys that resembled small bones from his belt.

The red haired guard did as she said and opened the door for her and all she saw was darkness as she entered the dungeon. The only noise was her boots echoing against the wet and cobbled floor, her eyes flicker to a woman chained to a wall by her wrists and approached the large woman until she could feel the woman's breath against her own face.

Boudicca remains silent and cocks her head to the side, a small smile slowly appearing on her face as she raises the flame underneath the woman's chain, letting it burn her before she draws the candle away slightly. The sleeping woman stirs and let out a heavy, strangled moan and her eyes slowly open before she starts to struggle against her bindings like she did earlier.

"I have been so longing to see you," Boudicca muses, bringing the candle further away from the woman's face. "I am glad that Lord Brynden sent you to me. I have wanted this for a long time."

"I-If you kill me," The green eyed woman croaks weakly and eyed her carefully. "Your grandfather and great uncle will kill you. You will become a Kinslayer."

"You forget...my Lady Genna," I am already a Kinslayer. I already killed my uncle and I think I have killed a cousin or two? I can't really say, there is that many Frey and Lannister cunts that I have lost count," Boudicca tells her, dropping the candle to the ground before she roughly grasps the woman's chin firmly and raises it so that their eyes meet once more. "I am not going to kill you. Yet. You will pay first. Your pathetic husband has paid his debt...I enjoyed every squeal that came from his lips. I made a promise to my sister, to my husband and myself that I would kill all of you. What gave you and your maggot of a husband to seat your fucking arses in the great hall of Riverrun. My husband's birthplace...as for my grandfather, he can go fuck himself along with my mother."

"I can see that look in your eye, girl," Her great aunt chuckles, purring each word she spoke. "I can see it. I can see the lion...and I do not even have to search for it. I can finally see my dear brother in one of his grandchildren and it had to be you, didn't it? The child that has Baratheon blood. The only grandchild that he would never be disappointed in. Or perhaps it is a madness? After all, you Baratheon's are related to the Targaryen's. I don't care for my pathetic excuse of a husband...I only care for my own life. I bet you didn't know the great plans Tywin had for you, did you? He wanted you to rule Casterly Rock after his passing instead of his youngest son, that says a lot about him. My brother wanted a woman to rule over a man. I never thought I would live to see such days. Tywin once told me that destroying House Reyne of Castamere felt good, did slaughtering House Frey of the Crossing feel good? It must have done, you went on to slaughter House Whitehill and Spicer."

"It didn't feel good, it felt great. As did getting rid of House Whitehill and Spicer. I took nothing but pleasure from it. I can relate to my grandfather, I understand now how he felt. It does feel good," Boudicca responds, her voice barely above a whisper as she leans closer towards her great aunt's face. "I made love to Robb because it felt good. I drink and swear because it feels good. I bathe in the blood of my enemies because it feels good. I took to hanging every Frey outside of the Twins while their banners burned and killed Walder Frey's favourite daughter in front of his very eyes while he pleaded for mercy...because it felt good."

"Why'd you do it?" Her great aunt pushed, a sly smile appearing on her lips. "You didn't do it just because it felt good, did you?"

"I want to feel and see their fear and their pain as they died," She breathed, her eyes narrowing as she placed her hands on either side of the wall as she leant in closer towards her aunt. "The same pain I felt watching my husband, my sister and everyone else that I cared for die. I wanted them to share it."

"I wonder how it did feel," The woman hummed, her voice laced with amusement. "Your name being the last name uttered from your husband's lips."

Boudicca kept her blank eyes on her aunt's face and watched as Genna winced, she leant closer towards her aunt and pressed a kiss to the corner of her right eye that fluttered shut when she did so before she turned and walked towards a stone table, her fingers trailing on the stone table that was in the middle of the dungeon. Boudicca eyes the various flaying knives and weaponry, a hint of a smile appeared on her face when she picked up a large and sharp dagger before she turned to face her aunt once more, approaching her slowly with the dagger that was raised to her face.

As she grew closer to the blonde haired woman, she thrusts the dagger forward and stabs it into the wall close to her great aunt's right ear, causing the woman's smug smirk to fade. The woman let out a shrill shriek of fright and attempts to move away, her eyes looking to the dagger before her frightened face turns slowly into one of satisfaction and she begins to laugh, throwing her head back against the wall as her laughter echoed throughout the chambers. The laughter does not phase her and she merely lifts a brow, staring at the woman who continues to laugh bitterly.

"I told them that I would massacre the whole lot them...that I would have their skin," Boudicca informed her.

"Go ahead, kill me. It won't bring back your dead husband or sister. You are wasting your time letting me rot. I have no information that you do not already know and you won't get any satisfaction from my death," Her great aunt spits, her eyes filled with fire and hate. "You will go to the deepest, darkest part of the Hells. The Gods will see to it, girl. I can assure you. You will be joining everyone you deem enemy in the Hells. Your husband and sister were too gentle for this world..."

"The Hells?" Boudicca murmurs, her downcast eyes slowly trailing back up to meet her great aunt's eyes and a small but sad smile appeared on her face then. "I already live in my hell and I have suffered through it since the day of my birth. My father is dead. Robb is dead. Myrcella is dead. Joffrey is dead. I most likely will never see my son nor brother again. I have nothing left to lose. If the so called Gods are real ad if they had any mercy, why is the world filled with such cruelty? Why do the Gods allow the good and faithful people die? Why are the Gods allowing monsters who rape and murder to live? Why did the Gods let my sister and my husband die but let me live? I am a Kinslayer...Is that what the justice of the Gods is? Is it killing the people I love to punish me? The Seven are meant to be merciful, are they not? Where was my mercy? Where was my sister's mercy? Why is the world so full of injustice?"

"You know why," Lady Genna sneers fiercely. "It is people like you that bring injustice into the world."

"I am a stag and a lion," She replies dismissively. "The world will never see my kind again."

Boudicca ignores the wild blonde woman's curses and vile words that could rival her own as she turns, making her way towards the cell door. Her great aunt struggles against the chains that held her to the wall, they rattled as she let out fierce cries. Boudicca grasps a hold of the cell door and slowly closes it behind her, encasing everything in her great aunt Genna's cell in darkness. Her eyes landed on the guard that remained standing by the door and she nods, trailing up the steps as the guard locks the cell door behind her.

The Eyrie

Sansa Stark

"You wanted to see me, aunt Lysa?"

Ned, Sansa thought. She has Ned. That was all Sansa could focus on as she stilled and eyed the auburn haired woman, who had tears sliding down her pale cheeks as she stood above the moon door, rocking Ned gently in her arms. Her nephew was letting out small, frightened wails that chilled her to the bone as she watched her aunt Lysa attempting to quieten him, letting out soft sobs of her own. Her entire body had stiffened and she unable to move as she looked at how dangerously close her aunt Lysa was to edge of the moon door. She has Ned, she thinks once more and repeats it like a mantra. Her aunt Lysa's eyes were manic and filled with paranoia.

"Ned," Her aunt begins, not looking up from little Ned's sweet and pink face. "He looks like Catelyn, doesn't he? He looks like me too. He could have been my boy."

"Aunt Lysa," Sansa starts, looking on at the shaking woman with wariness as she takes a step closer towards the deranged woman, tenderly touching her bruised wrists as she did so. The woman had attacked her last night, claiming all sorts of horrible things about her relationship with Boudicca and Lord Baelish. "It is time for his feed, where is his wet nurse? Where is Clara? I have not seen her this morning nor did I see her last night. He had to be fed goat's milk."

"Gone," Her aunt replies vaguely before she turns and looks at her. "Come here, sweet girl."

Protect my boy, Boudicca's voice echoes in her mind. Take care of Ned for me. All Sansa wanted to do was rip Ned away from her manic arms and take him away from the Eyrie, she would rather be at the Wall with Jon or back at the Twins with Boudicca, uncaring if it was safe. Lord Baelish had made her uncomfortable since her arrival and when she was alone, his passes at her had gotten particularly bad. He had kissed her that morn despite her unwillingness. There was a desire in Petyr Baelish's eyes and she did not like it. It was a desire for chaos.

Oh, how she wished for Boudicca to come for them and for Jon, she wished to see the only brother that remained to her. It would be sweet. If Boudicca and Jon met, she would feel safer than she ever has. Sansa sucks in a small breath and does as her aunt bids and slowly makes her way towards them until she is standing directly at her aunt Lysa's side, hesitantly looking down the moon door and when she did, she felt sick and quickly averted her eyes back to her auburn haired aunt and to her nephew.

"W-What do you mean by gone?" Sansa asked hesitantly. "It is time for his feed that is why he is-"

"Do you know how far the fall is?" Lysa interrupts abruptly.

"No," Sansa responds. "May I get-"

"I do not know either. It has to be at least a few hundred feet," Her aunt says, clutching onto Ned tighter which makes her heart race frantically. "I know what happens to the bodies when they hit the rocks from such height...I suppose babes would crack like eggs do when they drop onto the floor. They always are such delicate creatures. I always imagined what it would be like to go to the bottom and watch someone as they fall...perhaps I will find a pretty head with auburn hair intact...I know what you did, Sansa."

"I-I am sorry, aunt Lysa...I should never have hit Robin. I could not help it. Can I have Ned back? I need to get him food...I need to get him to Lady Clara," Sansa said hastily, her breath laboured as made a desperate attempt to take Ned from her aunt Lysa's arms but her aunt's wide blue eyes narrowed and she took a step away from her, holding Ned a bit tighter to her chest as she stared at her with poison in her eyes. "Please! Please, aunt Lysa! Let him go!"

"You are playing coy, you little bitch!" Lady Lysa hissed, tears falling from her bloodshot and swollen blue eyes. Her auburn haired aunt took another dangerous step towards the moon door, the harsh wind was blowing their auburn hair and for a moment their hair looked like fire, dancing wildly within the wind. Her eyes were focused solely on Ned as he began to wail, his cries echoing throughout the Vale. He does not like the wind, she thinks. The wind has always frightened him. "I saw you with my Petyr. You kissed him. You kissed him! You cannot lie to me because I saw it with my own eyes! I saw it-"

"Aunt Lysa, I pulled away-"

"Liar, liar, liar!" Her aunt screeches, her eyes wild and filled with hate as she holds a squirming Ned, high in the air causing her heart to pound in her chest and a sweat to bead itself along her brow as she watched her aunt with tears in her eyes, unable to do anything but watch the deranged woman. "You are a whore! He is mine! I will show you the consequences of standing between me and Petyr! I will show you just like I showed that whore he was bedding! Look at him! Watch!"

"No!" Sansa screams.

Her aunt raises Ned above her head and that is when she let out a piercing scream, knowing what her aunt was about to do and raised her arms up, struggling viciously against her aunt Lysa's tight grip on Ned as he continued to wail loudly, his cries echoing in her ears and with that, she grasped a hold of the brown bundle he was wrapped in and shoved her aunt Lysa harshly with a fierce cry. Sansa held little Ned close to her chest and watched with wide and frightful eyes as her aunt began to lose her footing and fell from the ledge of the moon door. Her aunt's sickened screams were all she could hear as she stared on in horror at what she had done. The act of desperation had her kill her own blood. Ned continued to cry loudly as she let out relieved sobs of her own, unable to get over the horror of it as her knees began to buckle and her vision started to blur.

"Sansa-" A voice called, causing her to look over her shoulder slowly. Lord Baelish.

We cannot stay here, Sansa thought frantically as she stared hesitantly at Lord Baelish, who had a brow raised and a lecherous smile as he approached. Sansa turned sharply on her heel and ran, her dark green cloak whipping harshly in the wind as she fled up the stairs, stumbling ever so often on a step when her dress caught her foot but nevertheless she kept running up the flight of stairs, ignoring Lord Baelish as he called after her.

"Ser Barristan!" She cried. "Ser Barristan!"

Sansa kept running and turned down the left hall, towards Ser Barristan's chambers with tears falling from her eyes as she frantically called for the man with nothing but a mantra in her mind, begging for her to flee. We need to go. We need to leave. If we stay, we die. There is only one place we can go, Sansa Stark thought as she made her way towards Ser Barristan's chambers, clutching Ned tighter while she wept with nothing but an intent on her mind as she passed two guards.

To the Wall. To Jon Snow. To my brother.

Author's Note: Hey, I hope you like this chapter! I would like to thank all of you who have read this story, who have made this story one of your favourites and have followed it. I would like to give massive thanks to everyone who has left a review, it means a lot to me to get them. If you have any questions regarding this chapter or anything else, let me know and I'll do my best to answer them. Let me know what you think of Boudicca's character development and the next update should be up soon!

Reviews-

ZabuzasGirl: Thank you! I hope you like this update as for Littlefinger's plans, you will have to wait and see!

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celticank: I hope you like this chapter! As for Boudicca finding about Jon, you will have to wait and see! Arya will be following her canon story but they might meet again.

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PotterxBreifsxUchihaxKiryuu: Thank you! Another battle will be coming up soon with Boudicca but I won't say who she will be up against yet! I'm glad that you think Ned is adorable and I'm glad you like my portrayal of Sansa, at first I wasn't sure how I should portray her but I hope I did her character justice.

ElectraHeartTrash: Thank you, it means a lot to me that you think so and I hope you like this chapter! I felt it was the right choice to make about Robb's death in order for her to become the Warrior Queen but he will make appearances every now and then in her dreams. I'm glad you like vengeful Boudicca, I wanted her to take a darker turn and I hope you like it.

sankhadeep dutta: I hope you like this chapter! I can't say much without giving a bit of the plot away but I can say that Boudicca will be like Robert and pine after Robb like Robert did Lyanna and she will have to remarry someone for the sake of alliances but I won't be saying who. I can't tell you how Boudicca will react yet if she finds out but I can tell you that they won't clash.