Standing by the window of his room, Robb watched Aurora walk into the woods. His eyes on her until she disappeared in the tree line. Ramsay Snow soon followed, his own gaze looking back at the castle to see if anyone was following. The sound of the barking dogs echoed into him. Jon came to stand beside him. He watched as Robb tightened his grip on his sword, his other hand in a fist on the brick.
"It's been 6 years since you lost Talisa and your mother." He remarked. Robb gave him a quick glance before returning his gaze back to the woods.
"It feels like yesterday. No matter how many days past, I still feel it, still see it."
"I understand that. You were there, when they stabbed me Robb." Jon nodded towards the woods. "Aurora seems to be on our side."
"So were the Boltons. The Freys. You never know with people." Robb moved away from the window. Grabbing a drink he seem to down the northern ale in one gulp.
"If she dies today, you won't forgive yourself."
"I won't feel anything." He denied. "She is a Tyrell. The same one who caused us to miss our chance at our revenge on Margaery for trying to kill my sister." Jon shook his head.
"You think I don't know that. Sansa has grown fond of her. Shes smart, she knows things, and what she doesn't know she can find out."
"Bran knows things. He can find things out faster."
"But Bran isn't with us. He's still in Kings Landing. You remember what Bran told you before we left." Robb went back to the window his gaze on the small patch of trees. "Bran knows she is your last chance at what ever happiness we could muster. Shes it."
"Bran can't know everything." Robb defended. Both knew that was a lie. Robb and Jon watched Grey Wind trot into the woods, his fur a blur against the half snowed covered grass.
"Sometimes I think knowing nothing runs in the Stark bloodline." Jon locked eyes with Robb.
Aurora knew he had followed her. This was the opportunity he had been waiting for. The moment that would be his for the taking, her alone in the woods with no one to hear or see for miles. Taking in a deep breath, she heard the branch behind her snap. The sound of hounds barking, caught her attention. Turning she found Ramsay standing there, a sickening smile on his face.
"You know, pretty girls like you never looked at a Bastard like me. High born and royal, yet I was considered to good for those in town and to bad for those like you." He stepped closer, his hand slowly moving down her arm. Aurora stood still, her eyes flashing towards the dogs.
"Thats the life Bastards must live." She spoke softly, knowing it would provoke him. Reaching up, he snapped his hand around her throat, forcing her to look at him. It was tight enough to squeeze off her air supply but it was tight enough to trigger her fight or flight response. She gripped his wrist, holding it tightly. Her breath quickening.
"You know nothing. A Tyrell High born, now in bed with the Queen and the Starks." He brushed a few strands behind of her hair behind her ear. "I saw the way you touched the former King of the North. A slut like you has no place in this world. No better than a store keepers daughter or a whore down at the tavern." He let go, walking around her. "Women are all the same. My mother was a whore too." It took everything in her not to run. Aurora felt her knees begin to shake, her body begging to move.
"Is that why your going to the Ruins of Dreadfort? Back to your mother?"
"Have you not been listening. My mother is dead. A whore dies where a whore lies. In a castle as great as the dreadfort, would never be a place she will be." It clicked right then and there for Aurora. The rumors of the Dreadfort in ruins was only that. It was the best place for Lord Bolton to hide. The most obvious place is the place he would be. He was in the Dreadfort, the first place people would think he was, but the best place to be when people think your too smart to go there. Aurora went to move away from him, but his hand reached out, gripping her by the hair.
"Please, Lord Ramsay, Please!" She begged, as he dragged her to a shallow ditch. He kicked her in there, Aurora tripped on her skirts trying to stand. The hounds coming to stand at the edge, their eyes looking at their master.
"Normally I tend to play more with my girls. But my men have been hearing about a woman is looking for a Snow with dogs. You are smart. Finding me so quickly. It was just my luck I ran into the same woman stirring up trouble. You just got one thing wrong my dear. I'm no longer a snow, just how Jon is no longer a bastard Stark." He raised his hand to his lips getting ready to whistle, when the hounds began to back away. His gaze rising to a growling Grey Wind in front of him. One of the hounds began to whine, Ghost had his throat in his mouth.
"Direwolves don't tend to like to play with their food either Lord Snow." Arya mocked from the tree above. Her arrow aimed and at the ready to spear him through the heart. "Now, what were saying about Women?"
After bring back Ramsay to be chained to the wall in the cells of Moat Cailin. Arya, Robb, Jon, Sansa & Aurora found themselves in Sansa room. Aurora laid in bed, with Sansa stroking her hair. Arya stood next to the window, with Jon standing by the bed post and Robb near the fire.
"He murdered those girls." Ayra spoke, her eyes glancing at the woman currently staring blankly at the wall. "Aurora's digging had somehow gotten back to him. In order to stop people from finding out, his plan was to kill her."
"He will be executed for his crimes. We have Ayra as a witness, and your statement. No one will blink an eye and say it wasn't justified." Sansa spoke softly. Aurora still didn't move.
"Before we leave, it will be done. I'll do it myself." Jon nodded to his wife.
"No. I'll do it." Robb looked at Aurora at the bed. "If it would please my grace." He spoke, his eyes turning back to the fire.
"Let Robb do it." Sansa reached out gripping Jon's hand. "This is the one part of the Job that you don't have to do anymore."
"The man that passes the sentence swings the sword."
"I am a Stark. He came after my sister's lady in waiting. I will swing the sword." Robb walked to the door. "It will be done your Grace." He left, leaving Jon in the room shocked.
"I hate it when he calls me that." Jon sat on the bed but quickly stood up when he noticed Aurora flinch at the movement. "I'm sorry my lady." He whispered. Aurora blinked, before rolling away from them.
"She will never be allowed to do this again. Do you hear me?" Sansa hissed at both of them.
"We won't let her." Arya agreed.
Robb sat by the fire in his own Solar. His eyes on the flames, his memory fading back to the time of the dinner. His mother smiling and happy, his wife pregnant and excited. It was about being happy and together. A knock on his door dragged him out of the horrors he was about to relive.
"Come in." He called, taking another sip of his mead. Robb watched Aurora slip in silently as she always did when it came to their meeting. She stood by the closed door, her eyes still dark.
"He's at the Dreadfort. Or at least what remains of the Dreadfort." Robb stood up, walking over slowly to her.
"Are alright?" He whispered. His eyes glancing down the bruise around her neck. She shallowed, looking anywhere but at him. "Why did you go if you knew he was going to do that to you?" Aurora took a step back from him, her hand on the door knob.
"Because if he succeeded, I would just disappear completely. That what he does to girls who are nothing. But if I succeeded. I would be the cause of making him disappear. Making a girl that means nothing, those girls who meant nothing to him. Mean something in the long run."
"You don't mean nothing Aurora." Aurora grew a sad smile.
"Are you going to keep your promise? The one you made when I said I would find Lord Bolton for you?" Robb thought back to their few meetings. His tone was always harsh, always judging. Always threatening. He nodded, wondering if he could ever fix what he broke. "Good." She whispered, quickly leaving him alone in his solar.