A/N: Woah! Thanks again for all the reviews and love! This chapter has some interesting interactions. Here we go!

Jon grabbed four glasses and took his time to pour wine for himself and the other occupants of the room. Lady Catelyn was seated along with her eldest daughter her eyes still brimming with happiness as she ran her fingers through Sansa's long auburn hair, loathing to let go of her in any way as if she did Sansa might disappear. Sansa was quietly answering the questions Arya, who was sitting at the foot of the couch, shot at her. Occasionally, a relieved smile would appear on Sansa's face when she observed her little sister and mother. Jon hated to intrude on them but the Stark women had insisted he be with them.

Jon slowly made his way to them and handed them each a cup before he pulled up a chair and sat across to them. Arya took a sip from hers before she looked up at Sansa and asked curiously, "They say you killed Joffrey. Did you?"

Jon and Catelyn stiffened at the question, and a sad smile took form on Sansa's face, "I wish that I had." Jon studied Sansa curiously. She had changed. They all had truthfully though Sansa's seemed to be the most drastic. The hope and light in her eyes, that Jon was accustomed to seeing, were replaced by fire and steel. She was no longer a naive girl who believed in fairytales and songs, something Jon thought should've happened years ago while she was in Winterfell, though he loathed what led to the change in Sansa. He clenched his fists at the thought of what Joffrey did. He had heard rumours of Sansa's treatment in Kingslanding and that was just another thing that Jon would make the Lannisters pay for.

Arya nodded in understanding. "Me too. I was angry when I heard someone else had done it."

Jon noticed Catelyn's eyes widened at the response of her daughters and he understood the feeling all too well. Jon knew of Arya's list, she had told him all about it. He was not comfortable with his sisters being so keen on murder.

"Arya." Catelyn admonished her daughter.

Arya looked up at her mother and pointed out, We all wanted him dead, mother."

Catelyn had nothing to say to that and Jon decided to take their minds off of the revenge they all craved. He turned to Sansa, "You're Lady of Winterfell now."

Sansa looked down at her hands, "So Bran and Rickon are really..." She didn't finish the question, and she didn't need to.

Jon shook his head in reply, "We don't think so." Sansa perked up the moment he said those words. "Lord Reed said they escaped Winterfell with Hodor and a wildling woman, later to be joined by his children. He suspects that they may have headed to the Wall."

"But until we find them, you are Lady of Winterfell."

Sansa glanced at Arya, who nodded her head in encouragement, before accepting, "Of course. What about Arya? She seems to have done a good job."

Jon chuckled. "But she was not quite fond of the role." Sansa smiled at that. Somethings don't change, Arya's resentment of being a lady included. Catelyn tried to look disapprovingly at her youngest daughter, but she too was coming to terms with the fact that Arya would never allow herself to be a typical lady.

"I have other plans." Arya murmured, sharing a look with Jon. Sansa raised an eyebrow in question while Catelyn's eyes narrowed. She knew her daughter would never be a lady but plans Arya usually came up with were dangerous and reckless.

"What plans?" Catelyn asked. Jon decided it was time for him to make an exit, the last thing he wanted was to get caught between this. He would leave it to Arya to convince her mother, and if Catelyn permitted Arya's appointment to the Kingsguard, he would give it a more serious thought. He got up quietly and left the room unnoticed as Arya mumbled something to a displeased Catelyn and as Sansa listened with wide eyes.

Jon was halfway down the hallway when he heard Sansa call after him. He turned around to find Sansa hurrying to catch up with him. Once she did, he continued down his way with Sansa by his side. "Don't you want to be with your mother and Arya?" He asked curiously. After all, she had been just reunited with them.

Sansa shook her head, "I do not want to get into the middle of that." She gestured back towards the room they had just left. Jon smiled at her knowingly.

"She wants to join the Kingsguard." Santa exclaimed incredulously, "And you would allow her to?"

Jon shrugged, "Only if Lady Catelyn permits it. She'd find an alternative if I didn't, at least I can keep an eye on her this way."

Sansa considered that and conceded to his point. Silence passed over them until Sansa spoke up again, staring at her hands, "I spent a lot of time thinking of how much of an ass I was to you. I wish I could change everything."

"We were children." Jon shrugged.

Sansa looked up at him with a sad smile, "I was awful, just admit it."

"You were occasionally awful." Jon chuckled, "I'm sure I can't have been grateful when I was always sulking in the corner while the rest of you played."

Sansa smiled, "I know you might believe I'm asking because you are king now but it's not. Can you forgive me?"

"There's nothing to forgive."

Sansa shook her head in disagreement, "Forgive me."

"Alright. Alright, I forgive you."

Sansa's smile grew wider and Jon returned one as well. He truly never held a grudge against Sansa for he had long accepted that his life would be like that. He and Sansa might have never been close when they were young but he still loved her as he did Arya. They walked into the courtyard together, making their way to the ramparts. Jon smiled and nodded at those who bowed before him while Sansa watched him with a strange sense of pride.

"Where will we go now?" Sansa asked as they climbed the ramparts.

"Where do you think?" Jon asked as he surveyed the army spread out in front of Riverrun, once they were at the top. 40000 men of the Vale and a growing army of Northerners and Riverlanders camped out of the walls. Jon glanced at Sansa with a soft smile, "We go home."

"Home." Sansa repeated softly, as she too took in the army that lay before them. There was something wistful about the way she said it as if it was too good to be true.

Cersei looked out the window, taking notice of each person that passed through its view. She gripped her glass of wine tighter as she recalled the events of the last few days. Her father, the mighty Tywin Lannister, was dead. Killed in the privy by her wretched murderer brother. Tyrion had also managed to escape along with Varys and Cersei suspected that Jaime had something to do with it. The Tyrells were digging their claws deeper into Tommen and Margaery was to wed him in a few days time. Then there was Lyanna's son, now free of the siege and the Vale by his side.

Loras Tyrell had already left the capital for the Reach to gather the Tyrell army so that they could march to Riverrun. Olenna Tyrell had made the journey with him while Mace Tyrell was to join them the following day.

Cersei turned away from the window to look at Tommen going through various fabrics for the wedding with the seamster. It brought back a pang of sadness and grief as reminded of Joffrey doing the same for his fateful day. The sadness was replaced with anger as she looked on, Tommen was all she had left now, with Myrcella in Dorne and her sweet Joffrey dead. She would burn cities to the ground before she let anyone take him away from her.

She stepped away from the window and towards her son. "Leave us." Cersei ordered the seamster without even sparing him a glance. The man bowed and hurried out the room.

Cersei put her glass down and took Tommen's hands into hers who smiled at her.

"You're excited for the wedding?" She asked.

Tommen nodded, "I like Margaery. She's kind and would make a good queen."

Cersei remembered Joffrey sharing a similar sentiment with her. A tight smile took form on Cersei's face, "Yes. But her family rides to war soon."

"She told me. She worries for them." Tommen said sadly. "She wished that they could have been here for the wedding."

"That is not entirely impossible." Cersei started slowly as wheels turned in her mind. "We could have the wedding when they return. I think she would appreciate that."

Tommen studied his mother intently for a moment before nodding in agreement, "I think she would too."

Cersei cupped Tommen's cheeks as she smiled, "That's not all. She is to be your queen and she must know the cost at which we keep your kingdom intact. Send her with her father." Margaery was the greatest threat to Cersei. She threatened to take everything that Cersei held dear.

Tommen stepped back, "To the war?" He asked incredulously.

Cersei nodded, "If things go out of hand, I'm sure her father will send her back at once. She is kind and loving as you say, think of how she'll raise the morale of the Tyrell men if she is with them. They will feel that they are fighting for a good king and a kind queen."

Cersei smiled as Tommen considered her words. If she could get the Tyrells especially Margaery out of the capital for long enough she could get a tighter grip on Tommen and consolidate her power.

"That's not a bad idea." Tommen said, but Cersei could still hear the uncertainty in his voice. She rushed to persuade him further.

"It's a good one. And once all our enemies are destroyed then you two can wed together in the presence of both of your families."

Tommen smiled at Cersei and she took his hands into hers again. "I'll inform Margaery and her father immediately and have her prepared for the trip." He said.

Cersei genuinely smiled as she gathered her son into a hug, "That would be wonderful." Her son was hers, and hers alone.

Catelyn watched as Brienne and her squire entered the room. They had returned to Riverrun after hearing that both of Catelyn's daughters were safe with their mother. Brienne unsheathed her sword and knelt before her while her squire followed suit. Catelyn couldn't help but notice that the hilt of Brienne's sword was a golden lion and the sword looked strangely like Valriyan steel.

"My lady, I'm sorry I could not fulfill my oath to you."

"You may rise, Brienne."

Brienne did as she was told and Catelyn continued, "I should have known that the Kingslayer would have not followed through with his oath. I was desperate and I do not fault you."

Brienne's jaw tightened when Catelyn mentioned Jaime Lannister. She shook her head, "He tried, my lady. His father would not permit Lady Sansa's release. So when she escaped the capital he charged me with finding her."

Catelyn raised an eyebrow. She knew that Brienne would not lie to her but she also knew that Brienne had loathed the man almost as much as Catelyn when she had left with the Kingslayer. She now seemed rather defensive of the man who had thrown Bran out of a tower. "Against his family's wishes." Brienne added.

Catelyn did not know what to say so she turned to the boy that stood beside her sworn sword. Brienne noticed her questioning glance, "He was Lord Tyrion Lannister's squire, my lady. The capital was no longer a safe place for him when he refused to testify against him. Ser Jaime asked me to take him as my squire." It did not pass Catelyn's notice that Brienne referred to the Kingslayer as Ser Jaime now.

The boy bowed his head before Catelyn, "My lady."

Catelyn nodded at the boy. He seemed harmless and if he did prove a threat she was sure Brienne would deal with him.

"I promised I would offer you a place at my home and table." Catelyn addressed Brienne, "And I will uphold that vow. A room shall be prepared for you and your squire."

Brienne bowed her head in thanks and was about to exit the room when Catelyn called after her again.

"One more thing, Brienne. From tomorrow you will begin training my daughter, Arya, to fight with a sword."

Brienne looked at her in surprise before nodding, "Of course, my lady."

After Brienne and her squire left, Catelyn followed suit to find her daughters. She found them in Jon's quarters as they usually were when Jon had time to spare. He was extremely busy with preparations being made to ride North. Even now Jon was pouring over a map while her daughters chat among themselves. It warmed Catelyn's heart to see Arya and Sansa getting along with each other. They had not been able to tolerate each other before but now they spent much of their time together.

She nodded at Jon when she entered the room. They were on better terms now, but there still was some uncertainty in their relationship. The history between them was not something that could be easily forgotten. They had both been victims to Ned's lie, and she no longer faulted him for Robb's death. They were making ground though it was slow.

"I have come to a decision." Catelyn announced. Jon, Arya and Sansa looked up at her curiously. She noticed Arya was biting her lip nervously. They all knew what she talking about, she was about to announce her decision on Arya's wish to join the Kingsguard. Arya and Catelyn had argued over it for days but Arya would not relent. Catelyn finally took it to Jon, who gave her his opinion on the matter. She agreed that his logic was sound, at least he would be around to protect Arya if she joined the Kingsguard. She also knew deep down that Arya would never become a lady. So, Jon, Catelyn and Sansa joined by the Blackfish had spent the previous night weighing the pros and cons of it but they had left the final call to Catelyn

Catelyn turned to Arya and she sighed, "You may join the Kingsguard."

Arya's face broke into a wide smile and rushed to hug Catelyn. Catelyn returned the embrace and couldn't help but smile at her daughter's happiness. Sansa and Jon both looked on with a smile.

"But you will train extra hard, under the tutelage of both the Hound and Brienne." Catelyn did not particularly like the Hound but he had brought Arya home and Arya seemed to have a strange relationship with the man and above all, he was a good fighter.

Arya bobbed her head in agreement and Catelyn continued as she ran her fingers through Arya's short hair, "You will listen to Jon at all times."

"That would be a part of my vows." Arya pointed out. Catelyn looked to Jon, who inclined his head at her. She knew Jon would keep Arya safe.

Catelyn disentangled herself from her daughter as Jon walked over to them.

"I guess we're stuck with each other forever." Jon laughed and brought Arya into an embrace.

Catelyn watched as Sansa joined her siblings. She hoped that she was doing the right thing with Arya, she did not want her to end up like Lyanna. She hoped Ned would be proud and that her children would forever be safe. She had lived through Robb's death and the apparent deaths of Bran and Rickon and she did not think she could go through another. She would give her life for them before that happened.

As she watched her children along with their cousin, she felt a strange warmth in her chest. If it did come to that, if she died, she knew none of them would be alone, they had each other now. It gave her comfort to think of it, her family would survive. She remembered what Ned used to say. When the snow falls and the white wind blows, the lone wolf dies but the pack survives. Ned was dead. Robb was dead. So were Lyanna, Brandon and Benjen. But they lived on through them.

A/N: So I know you guys are thinking that Cersei letting Margaery go is out of character or something similar but I actually think it's not. Cersei took the Tyrell alliance for granted and did not even think twice of making an enemy out of them by blowing up the Sept of Baelor with their lord and heirs inside it. She wants Tommen for herself and she is willing to do anything to ensure that. (But who knows the Tyrells might stay with the Lannisters.) We're just going to have to wait and see what's going to happen now.

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