A/N:

I'm a little proud of how fast I was able to get this chapter done!

The Frey forces don't consist of just Frey men, some of them are men from houses that have already yielded and also a few volunteers from the Westerlands.

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Varys sat with his hands folded in his lap as he and the rest of the Small Council waited for Lord Tywin. He barely listened as Prince Oberyn complained about something, his mind was otherwise occupied. King Joffrey was dead, poisoned at his own wedding. Tyrion and Sansa Stark were implicated as the culprits though the latter had managed to escape Kingslanding right under their noses. Varys had an inkling of to whom was behind it and that did not make him feel any better.

The council with the exception of the Dornish Prince rose as Lord Tywin walked into the room and Varys put a halt to his wandering thoughts. One glance at Lord Tywin was all Varys needed to know that the Lord of Casterly Rock was not in a good mood. He watched as the Old Lion surveyed the council with poorly concealed contempt. Varys spied a scroll in his hand, probably the source of the man's discontent. It unsettled Varys that he did not know what was in it, he made it his job to be among the first to know if anything of the smallest important transpired.

Cersei decided to break the silence, "When is the trial-"

"I received a raven this morning." Lord Tywin's boomed, interrupting his daughter causing her to purse her lips, "From Riverrun."

"Riverrun is under siege." Pyrcelle chimed in.

Cersei ignored the Grand Maester's remark and turned to her father, "And what did it say?"

Lord Tywin crushed the scroll in his hand before he tossed it onto the wooden table, "It's from Jon Snow, Ned Stark's bastard." Tywin let out a short humorless laugh, "Apparently he is no bastard but rather Lyanna Stark's and Rheagar Targaryen's trueborn son."

Those few words had a profound effect on the room, Prince Oberyn visibly straightened, Cersei's eyes widen, Pyrcelle and Mace Tyrell blanched and Varys had fight to keep himself composed.

This was a surprisingly interesting turn of events.

"Lies. Lyanna and Rheagar were not even wed." Cersei hissed, Oberyn was nodding his head in agreement. Varys wondered if the Queen Regent took this personal, after all she had yearned for Rheagar and then Robert but only to be overshadowed by the famous Lady Lyanna when it came to both men.

"He states in his letter that he has proof of their union."

"Proof?" Cersei scoffed, "It could be forgery for all we know. The boy is spinning lies, trying to keep what is left of the North's petty rebellion alive."

No, Varys doubted that. The boy likely was telling the truth, there was no need to be a Targaryen to rule the North, being a Targaryen could actually cause the Northerners to despise him. No, the more Varys thought about the more likely it sounded.

"It is plausible, your grace." Varys started slowly earning a hard glare from Cersei and Pyrcelle, "Ned Stark never disclosed what truly happened in the Tower of Joy nor did he ever reveal the identity of Jon Snow's mother, not even to his wife." It had always been something that vexed Varys, though he did not think that something of this magnitude was hidden within it, he had obsession of knowing everything that happened in the realm. But he would be lying if he said he had not considered the possibility of Lyanna willingly running away with Rheagar, he was sure he was not alone in that regard.

Varys continued, "The Kingsguard were there as well most likely protecting their heir."

Tywin nodded in agreement, "He has proclaimed himself the rightful king. The Starks and the Tullys have already bent the knee, that is enough to convince many."

"There is nothing left of the Starks." Cersei sneered.

"Arya Stark is now Lady of Winterfell." Tywin claimed, glaring accusingly at Cersei who shrunk under her father's gaze.

Varys had suspected as much when he had heard Arya Stark was at Riverrun. Unfortunately, he had only been able to rely this information to Lord Tywin after he orchestrated the Bolton and Frey attack.

"He has no army." Pyrcelle pointed out slowly.

"He may not have an army now, but it will not be long before he gets one." Tywin said, "The small folk are likely to side with him after they hear of Lyanna's and Rheagar's tragic love." Varys heard Oberyn snort at that.

"With Stannis garnering the attention of the Iron Bank, I cannot send the Lannister army to Riverrun." Tywin turned to Mace Tyrell, "The Tyrell army will instead march to Riverrun under your command after Tyrion's trial. Until then, I hope Walder Frey can do something right in his pathetic life."

Mace Tyrell beamed, "It would be hono-"

Lord Tywin rose, "This meeting is adjourned." Everyone scrambled to get up as he strode out. The meetings were often like this, Tywin rarely needed any counsel when making the decisions. Varys figured the man had many matters on his mind, with the death of the king, Tyrion's upcoming trial, Sansa Stark's escape, Stannis Baratheon, the scheming Tyrells, Deanerys Targaryen and now this. It was no lie when it was said that Tywin Lannister was the true ruler of the Seven Kingdoms but it didn't mean it was any less exhausting for him.

Cersei furiously followed her father out while Prince Oberyn stabbed the table with his dagger in anger startling both Mace Tyrell and Pyrcelle. Varys heard him muttering something about silver haired cunts and wolf bitches before he stalked out.

Varys stood back as Mace Tyrell and Pyrcelle slowly made there ways out as well. Once they had left, he picked up the scroll that Tywin had tossed on the table. He unrolled it and let his eyes skim over it.

King Aegon VI Of Houses Stark and Targaryen. That was how it was signed along with the seal of House Targaryen.

King Aegon VI

Now this, this changed everything.

Sansa walked past the corridors of the Vale, pondering over what Littlefinger had just told her.

Her aunt Lysa was dead, pushed to her death before her eyes by the man who had whisked her away from Kingslanding and now she learned Arya was Lady of Winterfell and Jon, her cousin, was the rightful king of Westeros. Sansa had known that her mother was in a besieged Riverrun but she had not known about Arya or Jon.

She was truthfully proud of them, she had been terrible to both Jon and Arya as a girl, having always thought them beneath her and now all she wanted was to see them and her mother. The guilt gnawed at her as she thought how selfish that sounded. Sansa felt utterly useless, with her family trapped in Riverrun. She had spent her life depending on others, hoping they would save her like in the songs; her father, Robb, the Tyrells, Shae, Tyrion and now Littlefinger.

Sansa had learned much from Kingslanding, most of all very few had her best interests at heart, most saw her as pawn to be used. Sansa was tired of it, of waiting and being used and she was yet to find out what use Littlefinger had for her. Sansa was not keen on finding out, she just wanted to go home to her family and she planned on doing just that.

Lord Yohn Royce was approaching Sansa as she walked down the corridor, he offered her a small smile, "Lady Alayne."

Sansa returned the smile, "May I have a word, Lord Royce?"

Lord Royce bowed his head in acceptance and joined her as she walked into the snow. The man knew of Sansa's true identity, Sansa herself revealing it to him and a few other lords to convince them of Littlefinger's innocence in the death of her Aunt Lysa.

Sansa observed as the snow fell gently, she had always liked snow. There was something so delicate and magical about it to her and she used to like watching as it snowed in Winterfell. Being reminded of home gave her the extra push she needed and so she turned to Lord Royce,

"I'm sure you've heard that Riverrun is under siege, my lord."

Lord Royce nodded, "I had tried to convince Lady Arryn to send aid."

"And Lady Arryn is no more. Will the Vale continue to sit on the sidelines?" Sansa asked coldly, "My father grew up in the Vale, yet you did nothing when the Lannisters, the very house which is believed to have killed Jon Arryn, drag him to the executioner's block. My brother was nephew to the Lady of the Vale and yet none of you went to his aid as he fought for justice."

Lord Royce squirmed under Sansa scrutiny, "The Lords of the Vale did not sit ideally I assure you, my lady. We had argued with Lady Arryn on this matter many a times."

"And now?"

Lord Royce sighed, "Littlefinger is Lord Protector of the Vale now and Lord Robin will listen to almost whatever the man advices. And Littlefinger has shown no such inclination to send aid."

Sansa starred at the snow under her feet before she looked up, "And if Lord Robin wished to send the Knights of the Vale to Riverrun?"

Lord Royce smiled at her conspiringly, "Then the Knights of the Vale will march to Riverrun. We are more inclined to listen to Lord Robin than we are to Littlefinger."

Sansa watched as Robin Arryn struggled to walk with a real steel sword around his waist. She had asked her cousin to show her around the Eyrie. She observed as the boy carried himself obnoxiously, pointing to one thing or another. Her time around Lysa and her son was enough for Sansa to understand that Lysa had coddled her son to an extent that he was even unfit to take his father's place as Lord of the Vale.

Lysa had made sure the boy depended on her and because of that the boy depended on others to do the thinking for him with her passing. That would work perfectly for Sansa.

"You have a magnificent home, cousin." Sansa exclaimed.

Robin beamed happily, "It's said to be impregnable that means no bad men can come and hurt me."

Sansa hummed in reply and Robin turned to her, "You miss your home, don't you?"

It was a genuine question like the one he had asked when Sansa had made a sculpture of Winterfell with snow.

"Of course I do." Sansa sighed sadly, "Bad men took my home and they surround your mother's childhood home as well. My mother and siblings are trapped in it."

Robin glanced in surprise at her, "They are trapped?"

Sansa nodded, "I'm no lord like you. I have no army at my disposal to go save them. I'm just a lady in hiding."

"I'm a Lord. I'm Lord of the Vale." Robin boasted, "I have an army."

"But what good does that do for me, Robin? You're a Lord but also just a boy. You're no hero."

Robin's lifted his chin in defiance, "I can be a hero if I wanted to. I can save them from the bad men."

Sansa looked at him looking genuinely hopeful, "Will you though? Will send the Knights of the Vale to Riverrun and help free our family?"

Robin starred at her for moment before puffing his chest in pride, "I will. I'll send my army."

Sansa smiled, hope filling her, "Maybe I was wrong." she said, "Maybe you are a hero after all, Robin."

Robin beamed at those words and turned on his heel, "I'll call all the lords together immediately. They're already here you know to pay their respects to mother."

"Robin." Sansa called out, "Perhaps we can keep this a secret from Lord Baelish. Surprising him by proving to him what a good lord you are."

Robin liked that sound of that and bobbed his head eagerly in agreement. Sansa watched as he literally skipped down the hall, forgetting the weight of the sword around his waist.

When Robin had gathered the lords and announced his intent of sending the Knights of the Vale to liberate his mother's girlhood home, Sansa couldn't find it in her to hide her victorious smile. She watched for the first time as surprise flashed on Littlefinger's face, but the Master of Coin could do nothing as the Lords of the Vale clamored in agreement. Lord Royce and Sansa locked eyes for a moment and he smiled at approvingly. Robin then revealed Sansa's identity, she was met with surprised looks but none openingly hostile.

Now her auburn hair was flowing gently in the breeze as she rode down the rocky paths of the Eyrie. She had made of a point of removing the dye, now proudly sporting the Tully colour. Lord Baelish rode beside her, visibly discontent with his stepson's decision but for now that did not matter to Sansa. She was riding to what was left of her family with the entire might of the Vale behind her.

A/N: Bit short but I enjoyed writing this chapter. Two of my favorite characters are Varys and Sansa. I was heartbroken when they killed Varys off especially in such a manner.

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