King Wolfheart

Robb Stark

Robb arose, smiling at his wife. Before turning to Walder Frey. His visage quickly became schooled. He just kept thinking how close it was to being over, Edmure was just wedded and bedded.

Walder Frey raised a toast, then he heard it…

And who are you….

"ROBB!" His mother shouted their eyes meeting, his wife screamed as he stared as she was stabbed over and over in the stomach. Blood pooling between Talisa's hands. My child…

"N.." he tried to speak

The Proud Lord Said…

Robb felt a searing pain jolt through his body as the sharp twang of a crossbow being fired echoed through the hall. Then another. The rhythm of the crossbows is as consistent and firm as the music.

That I must bow so low…

He heard his bannermen scream, his wife screaming as she clutched her bleeding stomach. His child…

Only a cat of a different coat

That's all the truth I know

Greatjon roared as he threw a Frey across the table and smashed his plate against another. Smalljon thudded over and flipped a table trying to protect him. He was beset by men but fought without mercy.

In a coat of gold or a coat of red,

a lion still has claws,

He glanced around and grabbed a knife. Desperate to fight back but another crossbow bolt impacted him and he fell over. Trying to suck in deep breaths.

And mine are long and sharp, my lord,

as long and sharp as yours.

"Talisa…" his eyes flicked over to her body but he knew she was dead. He tried to stand up, a Frey approached him. Letting out a howl of anguish and fury, he rammed the knife through his throat. The Frey fell desperately grasping his throat.

And so he spoke, and so he spoke,

that lord of Castamere,

He saw Dacey desperately fighting before she was tackled by a Frey. He grabbed the nearest Frey he could, thrusting his knife again and again. The man cried in pain. His eyes narrowed like a wolf searching for blood. He found himself staring at Walder Frey, the traitorous bastard.

He tried to move forward, but his body was failing him, he could not go further.

But now the rains weep o'er his hall,

with no one there to hear.

He found himself grabbed by someone, he met a pair of pale eyes. Roose…

"Lannister's Send their regards" He tried to heft his knife and stab the traitor, let him go down fighting. But his strength left him. He felt the ice-cold blade of betrayal rend his heart and he fell back thudding against the wooden floor, his life pooling beneath him.

"Mother"

He heard his mother cry and Greywind howl… before darkness claimed him.

Yes, now the rains weep o'er his hall,

and not a soul to hear.

Arya Stark

Tears pooled in the corner of her eyes as she remained firm, Sandor held her the man unsure what to do. The Frey's were jeering and roaring happily, the animals proud of what they did to her brother. She stared she would not look away. Tears pooled in the corner of her eyes.

Her brother was paraded upon a horse, the blood barely dried. Greywind was nailed to her brother's headless body, his crown hammered into his wolf's head.

"HERE COMES THE KING IN THE NORTH"

"KING IN THE NORTH! KING IN THE NORTH!"

"We have to go." Sandor insisted some of the Freys were merrily drinking and making japes. Some of them were singing the Rains of Castermere while making a poor attempt at trying to sing their own version. The Bows of the Twins or whatever nonsense the weasel-faced rat's thought was funny.

"No, we are getting his body." She insisted, Sandor stared at her like she lost her wits

"Are you mad? There is no way we are getting it!"

"I won't let them have it… look what they are doing!" she practically snarled as her eyes were not pried away from her brother's dead body.

After the Frey were done with the parade, they threw his body into the river. Not before removing his crown, they wanted a trophy. More and more bodies were thrown into the river.

Their eyes then turned to a group of Frey's riding out one of them carrying a box. That could be Robb's head there was no way she would be able to pull his body from the Green Fork especially with how fast flowing the river was. But now she wanted Justice…

"Come on Hound let's hunt some Freys…"

Her words left no place for argument and Sandor what little honour he left spurred him on. He would kill those Frey fucks.

Margaery Tyrell

Her grandmother was leaning on her cane as she stared over the Blackwater. The gardens are empty save for Tyrell guards outside hearing range. She nursed her tea, everyone heard of what happened. Drawing a lock of her hair behind her ear.

The Red Wedding, they called it. It was all anyone talked about it, guest rights were violated at a wedding no less. Details were sparse but it had spread, the premises were known the Frey's and Bolton's killed the Starks and their men at a wedding violating guest rights. Robb Stark was now the King who lost the North.

She felt pity for Sansa, the poor girl, Tyrion tried to tell her as delicately as he could. Everyone knew Tywin Lannister was behind it. Walder Frey was too cowardly and Roose Bolton too opportunistic.

"Savages… we are in bed with savages…" Her grandmother muttered, she did not find the heart to disagree. She saw Joffrey the boy himself was a savage, she was no fool. She knew he was not a Baratheon but all that mattered was power. She was going to be queen. She needed to control him lest he bites the roses ensnaring him.

"We made the bed Grandmother. We have to lay in it."

"Cause your father was a fool. I wonder now if it was better if we allied with the Starks. Better an honourable fool than a savage beast. His honour could keep him chained to you but you can't keep a dreadful beast like Joffrey chained lest he bites you himself."

"It's tragic in a way, he followed his heart and paid the price for it," Margaery admitted, there was a tragedy at the heart of all this. If Robb Stark did not underestimate how petty of a man Walder Frey was he might have lived, but following one's heart was not worthy of a massacre.

She would sometimes wonder what would have happened if she followed her own heart? Love it seemed so elusive now that the crown was in her grasp. But such was the price of becoming Queen, Love.

"I am sure the Bards will write songs about it, right after they bore us to death with more of the Rains of Castemere. Gods know the Lannister shits won't stop playing it now."

Their conversation was interrupted by the sound of metal against stone. Her brother Loras stood tall.

"Grandmother, Sister. Come now." Her brother insisted with urgency

"What is it Loras?" She asked

"Joffrey… he ordered Sansa to the hall. He said he had an announcement."

"Oh joy, I am sure he is going to tell us how he singles handily defeated Robb Stark. Where is the imp?" her grandmother asked

"I am not sure; I believe he is at a meeting or discussion of sorts. Seems he planned it when she was all alone."

"Let's go without Tyrion she is out without protection," Margaery spoke calmly as she stood up followed by her grandmother.

They all pooled into the court hall. The room was filled with the general assortment of courtiers, her brother Garlan stood to the side. His jaws clenched. Joffrey stood with a sadistic grin etched onto his features as his Kingsguard cronies stood by. Meryn Trant and Borous Blount.

Sansa stood in the middle, the Stark looked poised and tall. Trying to maintain a serious face and not give Joffrey the satisfaction he desired. She looked ever the lady, Margery just hoped whatever was happening would be over quickly.

"I am sure you heard of your brother's death?"

"I have your grace; I know he was a traitor but forgive a woman for mourning for her family." She answered without a quiver in her voice.

"Yes yes, I know but I thought you would love to hear how it happened. It's such a beautiful story isn't Ser Meryn?"

"Aye your grace, it will go down in the annals of history!" The kingsguard spoke with much joy in his voice.

Glancing at her brothers, she could see their jaws tense. They were too gallant at heart, but in such a situation who wouldn't wish to save a lady as beautiful and forbidden as Sansa Stark?

"They stabbed his pregnant whore of a wife first! Seems Walder Frey has a flare for the dramatics." The court immediately broke into whispered hushes and Sansa Stark face paled.

"Animals…" Loras muttered, Garlan gripped the hilt of his sword.

"Your brother, I heard he screamed her name as he took several bolts to the chest. As one who uses the crossbow myself, I can appreciate it!" Several sycophants began laughing along trying to curry favour with the King.

"Then they stabbed him in the heart before slitting your mother's throat to the bone!"

Sansa seemed to be shaking, her nails digging into her palms. She valiantly tried to keep her head up. Garlan and Loras looked ready to jump forward but her grandmother pushed her cane forward stopping them a silent word being shared.

"Then they cut off his head! I asked Walder Frey for it, gods willing I will provide it for you as a gift on my wedding day! Also, your embroidery skills could take a few lessons from the Boltons and Freys I hear they sewed your brother direwolf onto his body!"

Sansa fell to her knees, then began the tears. She ached for her friend, she always believed her brother would be rescuing her but he was never to come.

Tyrion burst in followed by his squire and Sellsword. The imp immediately came to her rescue. Launching into a tirade against his nephew while trying to offer what little consolation he could to his wife.

Margaery sometimes wondered if someone would rescue her. Maybe Robb Stark could have rescued both of them. After all, being Queen suddenly did not seem so attractive.

Arya Stark

They had been tracking the Frey's for a while now. Finally finding them, the hound crashed into the weasel-faced rats. Cleaving one of them as he lay by his campfire. Arya let out a howl of her own as she stabbed one of them through the throat.

Sandor quickly lays into another one. His blade was already wet with blood two more of them left…

One of them pulled out a crossbow but before he could fire on the pair. An arrow lodged in his throat while his friend was peppered with arrows. Sandor quickly looked around while shuffling closer to her.

A thin gaunt Northmen stepped out followed by some others. It was Ser Beric and Thoros of Myr, the brotherhood.

"Harwin!" Arya exclaimed as the fellow Northmen smiled at her.

"Princess Arya!" Another man approached he looked more refined and she saw the symbol of an Ironwood emblazoned on his dirty armour.

"House Forrester!" Arya exclaimed in shock, for once she felt safer.

"Aye, Gregor Forrester of House Forrester, I am sorry Princess I could not save your brother…" He offered with a thin smile on his face, his eyes cast down with shame. Arya could only wordlessly nod the man was already downcast as is.

"Is that the hound?" One of the other men in the band spoke as they all turned to Sandor drawing their blades and bows.

"It is but he protected me! We tried to reach my brother but…. We just got there when the Freys." Arya spoke her words coming out forced. The men glanced at each other before sheathing their blades, Sandor took a moment longer but did so as well.

"Everyone has heard of what happened, curse the Freys and Boltons!" Harwin spat some of the other men chorused their agreement.

"We found some of the bodies. But we have yet to find your mother or brother" Ser Thoros spoke softly, the usually jovial red priest more solemn.

"Did you find my mother?" Arya asked softly but the men could only off her small shakes of their heads

"We were hunting down these Frey's, seems the gods decided to bring us back together once again" Harwin joked softly, Arya gave a small smile before she turned away and went over to the box.

Kneeling she gently opened it, hit by the scent of tar, tears began streaming down her eyes.

"Robb..." his eyes were lifeless but she could see the pain of betrayal in them. His curls which were usually vibrant now were muted. Splotches of black tar marring his skin. His eyes were an ethereal blue having lost their vibrancy.

Harwin turned to Thoros and Ser Beric. "If we find his body can we bring him back?" the man asked

"No he has been dead too long and his head severed… he may not come back the same." Thoros insisted, Arya's ears perked up and she ran over grabbing Thoros's tunic

"Can you?"

Thoros flinched and cast his eyes down. Ser Beric glanced at her brother before back to her. His body tensed but again his eyes said it all. They could not bring him back.

"His head maybe If it was back on… but your brother may not come back the same. It's too risky..."

Arya took a deep breath before her hands clenched on Thoros tunic and he let go before walking away to her brother. She shut the box before lifting it and holding it close.

"Now we just have to find his body. Then we can bury him, where no Frey or Bolton can find him. I wished to take him back to Winterfell but… it's not possible."

The other men nodded in understanding, Sandor and some of them began searching the Freys for anything. She rested against a tree, for once Arya felt safe or at least a modicum of it. But what was the cost? Her mother and brother?

She thumbed the box as if she let it go she would lose her brother once again as if he was not lost already.

She heard some rustling and men shouting. Swords being drawn her eyes perked up and her eyes widened. A wolf and a group of them, a pair of golden eyes met hers. Something intrinsic and familiar stirred inside her. There was blood around her muzzle but the elation was too much.

"Nymeria!" She shouted the wolf's name.

"Put your weapons down that's a Direwolf!" Gregor Forrester sheathed his sword followed by Harwin. All too familiar with Direwolves and their connections with the Starks.

She quickly went forward and hugged her. Mumbling apologies and how she regretted throwing her away. The wolf whimpered and began licking her mirroring Arya's apologetics. Covering her face in spit and feeling her rough tongue, earning small giggles from the Stark.

Harwin walked closer more wolves were arriving and they were protecting something.

"By the gods…" Harwin muttered as Sandor and Gregor walked closer still wary of the wolves but not as worried.

She lifted her head and she glanced upon it. Nymeria quickly began whimpering as tears pooled in the corner of her eyes. It was Robb's body. She shuffled closer touching it his tunic was soaked and Grey winds visage was fearsome as he was in life. But the waters of the Green Fork had not been kind.

"Fucking Freys…" Sandor muttered now that the body was closer, one could truly witness the sight.

Arya clutched her brother's body. They did not deserve this, but it was their own making the vaunted Stark honour. Beloved in the North abused in the South. She turned to Nymeria.

"Did you find my mother?" she asked her wolf, who glanced down and began whimpering, eyes ashamed to meet her. Arya understood, the wolf found her brother but was unable to find her mother. Nymeria missed her and wanted to be reunited with her.

She would kill them, she added Walder Frey and Roose Bolton to her list. They would pay for what they did to her family.

"Princess we should find somewhere else," Gregor spoke up as politely as he could. Arya nodded before letting out a deep breath.

"Let's move." She clutched the box while Harwin and Gregor stepped past her picking up her brother's body. Straddling their horses, they made off into the night.

They had found a Weirwood Tree and made a camp for the night. Her brother's body and the box resting next to it. Sandor was weary of the Brotherhood without banners but the Red Wedding changed things. The fact Sandor also rescued her had endeared the men to him.

And while he was known to be dishonourable, the Northman and Gregor Forrester were willing to accept her. Princess Arya Stark, Princess of the North, to these Northman her word was law.

"Harwin, do you have a string and a needle?" She asked him, the Northman fished through his satchel and pulled it out. Wordlessly handing it to her, understanding what she wished. She couldn't stare at it any longer.

She kneeled by her brother's body and gently pulled out a dagger, lifting the cold matted fur of Greywind she began nicking the stitches. The Hound, Harwin and Gregor kept an eye on her but everyone else kept to themselves.

Finally, with the last one, she felt the tension release. Gently grasping Greywinds head she pulled it away and rest it against the base of the weirwood tree. Grabbing the needle and thread she let out a deep breath shutting her eyes for a moment as she threads it through the eye of the needle. At least she got that part right.

Opening the box and resting robs head against his body, she began to work. Her eyes were glazed over and her work mechanical. She occasionally pricked her fingers causing her to bite her lip but she kept working. She wished she listened to her mother, Sansa and even Septa Mordane those sewing lessons would finally come in handy, she never expected it to be useful in this situation.

She did not know how long she was sewing or how many pricks graced her fingers but she was done. They were not the straightest but her brothers head was once again on his body.

Before she could ask, Gregor Forrester was beside her and offering a handkerchief. Arya gave the Northman a small smile and a whispered thank you. The older man gave her a fatherly solemn smile before stepping back allowing her to continue her work. She desperately tried to remove the Tar from her brother's skin. The handkerchief quickly became stained with the black sludge.

It was difficult, she didn't want to rub too hard to damage her brother's body but she needed to remove the Tar. She could see his nose now and his cheekbones, his skin even paler. Having cleaned his face, she stared at her brothers Auburn locks which were matted with the tar. Admitting there was only so much she could do, she relented for the night getting close to a campfire. Nymeria nudged her. She hugged her wolf for comfort. Snuggling against Nymeria, how she wished they were all together at Winterfell once again.

She missed them all, they should have never left.

She felt a firm hand nudge her. This time more firmly, her eyes blinked open. She saw it was Sandor the man looked pale.

"Sandor?" she spoke then she realized a few of the other men were stirring and some of them let out shouts. Arya looked at what had everyone's attention.

Robb's body was upright. Still lying down but his chest was up, his eyes seemed to have life. His vibrant blue eyes are now cooler, like blue ice, his skin pale as the snow of the north. The most alarming part was his eyes, they were bleeding red. Cutting a red path down his face and cheek.

She stared at the Weirwood tree then back at her brother, the expression was eerily similar. She stood up Nymeria was beside her, standing still as stone.

"Robb?" she asked the words coming out unsure.

His lips moved, for a few moments nothing but a grating hiss left his mouth. Struggling to say something. His hand clasped his throat as if he could will the words to come out. But after a few moments, words did come out raspy and nothing like how her brother sounded.

"Ar…ya"

Her heart leapt into her throat as she stepped closer.

"Mo.." his lips moved again within that moment Arya hugged dashed forward and hugged her brother. She began tearing up, her fingers digging into his tunic. His blood-stained tunic, he felt cold and she hoped that her hugging would warm him.

Arya sobbed audibly her voice carrying through the woods of the Riverlands. Her brother, sounded like he was sobbing but it only came out as grating almost like a gasp of air. His arms move to wrap around her and hug her.

Her brother felt so cold, but he was alive. Arya did not care. Robb lived, how he lives does not matter. Nymeria threw her head back and howled. The other wolves of her pack joined. A collective howl echoed throughout the Riverlands. Other wolf packs howling in unison.

The howling of wolves chilled men's hearts, Northmen felt invigorated, Frey, Bolton and Lannister fearful.

Winter is coming.

King Wolfheart is coming.

Am I the only one who finds Olenna Tyrell hilarious to write? This was something that was always bugging me and said why not I should write it. I did change the scene at the Red Wedding because I felt like it and I thought by now, people would like a bit of variety. This is my second foray into Game of Thrones so I do understand the characterisation might not be the most on-point.

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