The first thing he noticed was the sharp stinging in his arm. The second thing he noticed was the pounding headache. He grimaced, slowly opening his eyes and trying to muddle through how he got here- in his bedroom, apparently.

"Ah, good, you're awake. Mya's been practically crawling the walls with worry." Obara said from somewhere beside him.

"What-" He started to say, but she tutted at him and put a finger to his lips.

"The castle is secure, Lords Donniger and Ruthermont have both been captured, although Donniger is injured. Of our allies, Lord Templeton's family still lives, as does Lord Waxley's and Tollet's. Thankfully, Lord Tollet appears to be recovering nicely, however Lord Redfort died sometime this morning. The Maester says his heart gave out when he learned of what happened to his wife. The final count is twenty-six dead and thirty injured. I don't have a number for the rebel forces yet."

He took a shuddering breath, there wasn't a person he didn't know that lived in this castle. Now twenty-six of them had died. "Were you injured?"

He felt her hand cup his cheek and she tilted his head, forcing him to look at her. A scratch marred her cheek and her knuckles looked bloody, but otherwise she was fine. "I'm all whole Jasper, see?"

He nodded, a tear slipping down his cheek. "I'm sorry. I should never have let this happen."

"Don't blame yourself for those cunts! They betrayed you, not the other way around. Didn't you tell me that magic didn't make you a god? You can't predict every little thing Jasper."

He couldn't help but smile, "You're right, thank you… Come on, we can talk after we find out who orchestrated this mess."

o-O-o

Jasper strode through the dungeons, barely glancing at the guards as he walked to where they were holding Lord Ruthermont. The sky cells were infamous as nothing more than a shelve carved directly into the side the mountain's sheer cliffs, left open to the biting wind that screamed day and night. Each cell was miserably small; only five feet square, and where a wall would be in a proper dungeon, the floor ends, and sky begins. Normally, prisoners just went insane and jumped to their deaths. Thankfully, the guards had chained him to the door so he wouldn't do just that.

Jasper pulled up a chair, signaling Obara to stand at the table off to the side. "I need you to be the scribe for this interrogation. Just write down everything said, regardless of speaker."

Ruthermont was shaking like a leaf and his voice was hoarse, yet he still glared at him. "Why should I tell you anything?"

Jasper just ignored him, slipping his wand into his hand. "Lord Ruthermont, you have forsaken an oath you made to my family and committed treason against the crown. As of this moment, any titles you hold have been stripped. Your rights, suspended." He jabbed his wand through the cell, "Imperio- Now, tell me the names of everyone involved with yesterday's rebellion?"

The man visibly relaxed, "Petyr Baelish, Catelyn Moore, Robert Moore…"

o-O-o

Obara followed him into his office, barely waiting for the door to close before she was on him. "Are you going to tell me what that was? You keep saying later but that isn't something I can just ignore Jasper!"

He sighed, falling into his seat. "You're right, we shouldn't put this off… We're long passed half-truths, you and your family deserve some real answers." He rubbed his face, "I'll tell you whatever you want to know, and you can tell your father and uncle whatever you'd like, your sister too."

She nodded slowly, "What was that spell you cast on Ruthermont?"

"It's the imperius curse, a very dark spell that I would never use under normal circumstances, but I needed to know that he was telling me the truth. I could have just read his mind, but then I might have missed some of the deeper things. Like how that Baelish person was being funded by the Faith. If even one person manages to escape, then there is a chance that this can happen again- that's not a risk I'm willing to take. The curse forces the castor's will over another. I won't lie to you; it can be used to do horrible things. But I haven't ever used it except in the most dire of circumstances."

"Did the mages in Essos train you how to do magic, or did you come across some ancient tome, hidden in the castle?"

"I've never actually met any mages from Essos and the only "ancient magic" I've uncovered here is some runes, and that's more of a language than anything."

"Well, how did you learn to cast those spells?"

He made a face. "It's all kind of connected. I was taught at a school but… Well, I guess it depends on how much you're willing to believe me. I can tell you the truth, but you'll likely think I'm crazy."

She crossed her arms, "I think I'm pretty open to the crazy, I mean I'm talking to a guy who can create swords from nothing and re-attach limbs on a whim."

"I'm a lot older than I look…"

"What? How old!?"

He blushed and scratched his head. "Eh, I'm not actually sure… I think its two and thirty at this point. I stopped counting years ago- Eh, I'm not really explaining this well!"

"Oh, that's not that bad… But then why are you so shy?" She muttered to herself.

"I never really courted anyone before, well, at least not for very long. I had only just started seeing Ginny before the war- Stop distracting me! I- well, I died when I was two moons away from turning eight and ten. When I woke up, I was being born again- Believe me, that is a freaky when you actually know what's going on. But er, that's not the crazy bit. I wasn't originally from Westeros, hells, I don't think Westeros even existed where I'm from. I learned magic in my first life, and it crossed over with me when I was reborn."

"Honestly, I can see it. My Uncle has been scratching his head for months, trying to figure out where you learned to make the portkeys. Or how you managed to do that stuff with the canal."

He sighed, "I really need to work on making things less obvious…"

She laughed, "You do. So, any other surprises I should know about?"

"Er, well, I'm sure you already worked it out, but I killed Clegane and Lorch as soon as I heard about what happened with your aunt. I apparated into the King's Landing, eh- apparition is portkeying without an object, killed them and popped back. If anyone deserves the truth about that, it's you guys."

Obara had straightened as soon as he said their names, just staring at him until he finished speaking. "Jasper, you need to tell my father. You killing them yourself is probably more important than you having magic."

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AN: So, to those that are undoubtedly upset about Jasper spilling the beans, I'm just gonna address that now. He had never planned on exposing himself as a magic user until he was older but with him still being so young, he has no real explanation for where he learned it. The Martells will help come up with a more reasonable story later on, but for now all his plans just went out the window.

On top of that, the Martells not only just came to his personal aide, but Obara was the first one to actually arrive in the castle, and she didn't even wait for back-up. Altogether he feels like he can trust them enough to lay down all his cards on the table (Well, except for Dany) especially if he ends up needing to move against his father because of the attack. (Keep in mind that Jon is technically still in charge of Vale, he was merely allowing Jasper to run it in his absence.)

Lastly, here is a list of named casualties from the coup.

Allies:

*Nestor Royce (Steward of Vale and Jasper/Mya's guardian): Dead

Lord Hunter: Dead along with his immediate family

Lord Redfort: Both Lord and Lady are dead, (Living Heir outside of the castle)

Lord Tollet: Injured but alive, family alive

Lord Waxley: Relatively unharmed, family alive

Lord Templeton: Dead but immediate family still alive

*Nestor Royce is not the Lord of House Royce, that is Yohn Royce and he was in Runestone during the attack.

Traitors:

Lord Waynwood: Dead

Lord Melcolm: Dead

Lord Moore: Dead

Lord Donniger: Injured but alive (Imprisoned in the sky cells)

Lord Ruthermont: Alive (Imprisoned in the Sky cells)