Robb Stark paced around in his tent as he watched his soldiers preparing for the siege of King's Landing, he gazed at his loyal bannermen outside discussing their plans. He can't help but recall of the fateful day, an event that is now widely known as the Red Wedding. He broke down as he recalled his last conversation with his half brother who valiantly volunteered to take his place in attending the wedding.
"I'll go."
"NO!" Robb responded quickly "You can't! I won't allow it!" he added.
"It's the only way Robb, I look a lot like you, the Freys won't notice a thing."
"Jon...I can't let you go." Robb said "Losing Theon is already a pain in the heart for me but if I lose you, I would go crazy!" he yelled.
"Theon fought bravely in the Battle of the Camps, he lived as he died with honor. But this is just a wedding that I'm attending, it's not that serious." Jon retorted "Besides, I'll have Ghost watching my back throughout the whole event." he added.
"It's not that I'm worried about! Ghost is loyal to you, I know, but father did say once 'Never ever trust a Frey' don't you remember?" Robb asked.
"I do!" Jon exclaimed "It's just that, you've broken your oath of promise to Walder Frey, and to gain him back as an ally, you have to attend the wedding. Since, you refuse, I'll take your place." he said slowly.
"As you wish brother." Robb relented "But promise me one thing."
"Anything." Jon replied.
"That you get out of there alive." Robb begged.
That very afternoon, Robb watched as Jon Snow rode out with 2000 men towards the Twins, he kept on watching until they disappeared on the horizon. "I shouldn't have let him go." Robb said.
"If he didn't who else will?" the Greatjon asked. "I don't know?" Robb replied.
Robb thought long and hard, and he decided that the time was right to announce his plan of legitimizing his half brother. "My lords, listen up! What I have written on this piece of paper is a plan of legitimizing my younger half brother, Jon Snow, I need your signatures to fully justify his claim." he stated as the lords looked at each other.
"Aye! Jon Snow is a bright young man, I saw him cut down ten men with one swing of his sword!" Lord Patrek Mallister said and he signed his name and stamped his House sigil on the paper. He was followed shortly by the Greatjon, Byrnden Tully, Rickard Karstark, Rodrick Cassel. With that complete, Robb retired to his tent with joy at the thought of his brother returning and giving him the news that he is now officially a Stark.
Robb waited the entire night, he was counting the stars in the night sky when he heard a commotion outside, he went out of his tent and saw Smalljon Umber with a crossbow bolt impaled on his shoulder. "What happened at the wedding! Where's my brother and mother?" he asked.
"It...it..was..a...trap. It was a bloody massacre, Lord Walder called Jon forward and addressed him as the King in the North before he stood up and said 'it's time to end this mess'. At that command, I saw the musicians lowering their instruments and begin firing us with their crossbows, I managed to grab a dagger and killed a few Frey men before escaping." Smalljon replied as he took a deep breath "Jon..he was shot with crossbow bolts, they fired upon him on all sides, he fell to the ground by the time I left." he added softly.
"Get him to a healer!" Robb ordered as he stumbled back in shock but anger soon replaced his tears as he called out for his bannermen "I want everyone on their horses now! We ride for the Twins, I will not rest until Lord Walder's head is on a pike!" he yelled as the men cheered and yelled for justice as they mounted their horses.
It wasn't long until they reached the outskirts of the Twins, Robb stared in shock and anger at the tents that were burning, he drew out his sword and pointed it towards the gate. "The King in the North!" his soldiers shouted as one and urged their horses forward charging down the hill and killing the surprised Frey soldiers.
The Northern army only has one thing in their minds, revenge for the murder of Jon Stark, the Frey soldiers were shown no mercy and were all put to the sword. Robb rode towards the courtyard and dismounted, he looked at the overturned table with a few Stark soldiers lying in a pool of blood, each with their throats slit.
He felt his anger rising, when he saw his direwolf, Grey Wind howling at a familiar looking direwolf lying on the ground with crossbow bolts sticking out of it's body. He ran towards the fallen direwolf and shook the body for signs of life but to no avail, he gently lowered the body before giving it a pat on it's back. "Your Grace, my men are ready to hack down the doors." the Greatjon said.
Meanwhile, Jon struggled to stand up despite the wounds as he stood he heard Lord Walder laughing "The King in the North rises." he said.
"Let it end here and now Lord Walder!" Catelyn said as she held a dagger against Joyeuse's throat.
"My Lady..." Jon said weakly, giving up knowing that all is lost as Lothar Frey stood in front of him with his sword drawn.
"The Lannisters sends their regards." Lothar Frey said as he thrust the sword into Jon's heart before pulling it out again.
Jon knelt down on the ground looking at his wound before looking at Catelyn, and fell backwards, the last thing he heard was "JON!" as his eyes closed for the last time. Robb's anger was clearly seen that day, the news were spread of his massacre of the entire Frey line, the Northsmen slaughtered everyone in the Twins that day with the exception of Olyvar Frey, Ser Perwyn Frey and Roslin Frey.
After the killing, Robb's sword and armor were covered with gore and blood, he dropped his sword and fell to his knees in front of his brother and for the first time, the King in the North, cried his heart out.
"Name our loses." Robb said after calming himself down.
"Other than Lady Stark, most of the bannermen and soldiers that accompanied Jon Stark were killed, among the notable are Jon Stark, his direwolf Ghost, Torrhen Karstark, Daryn Hornwood, Robin Flint, Owen Norrey, Ser Raynald Westerling, Dacey Mormont, Roose Bolton, Donnel Flint, Lord Howland Reed, Leobald Tallhart, Lord Willam Dustin, Cley Cerwyn." the Greatjon said reading from a list.
"Send a message to King's Landing with the warning 'The North won't forget.' and add Winter is Coming." Robb ordered as he ordered the burial of his brother Jon in the crypts beneath Winterfell.
"Your Grace, the Hound is outside demanding to see you at once." a soldier reported.
"The Hound? What in the seven hells is he doing here?" Robb asked casting a look at the Greatjon.
"How the fuck would I know, go and ask him." the Greatjon replied.
The two of them approached Sandor Clegane who held a sleeping child in his arms "What do you want Sandor?" Robb asked coldly.
"To return your sister to you." Sandor answered as he handed over the child who turned out to be Arya.
"And what do you want in return?" Robb asked more polite and grateful than before.
"A million gold and if possible, I wish to join your men in assaulting King's Landing. I know every single rock and crack of that city, every secret tunnel and even the place where they store their wildfire." Sandor replied.
"So be it. The gold is yours when I take King's Landing and after that you're free to go wherever you wish or you could stay on as Arya's protector." Robb said and he noticed a small smile across the Hound's face.
When Jon's body arrived in Winterfell for the burial, hundreds of people and soldiers paid homage to the legitimized Jon Stark. The entire North was in mourning for their own loses, each House have at least lost a member during the Red Wedding, this prompts more men to sign up for the army, increasing Robb's current number of 18,000 to a great number of 90,000 by the time the army has increased their size, more and more houses sent their men out to aid the North when they heard of the Red Wedding including Balon Greyjoy who agreed to send ships to aid Robb in his assault on the capital.
"Your Grace?" Olyvar Frey reported as Robb woke up from his memory.
"Yes, what is it?" Robb asked.
"We're ready for the assault." Olyvar replied.
"Very well, I'll be out shortly." Robb said.
Soon, the Northern army stood ready as Robb looked at the walls of King's Landing with fury in his eyes, he drew out his sword and yelled "Remember the Red Wedding!" as the Northern army charged passed him and towards the wall of King's Landing.