No Reprieve

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AN: This chapter is unedited and could possibly have a ton of mistakes.

The Camp

"Your Grace." One of the guards called, making him curse as his wife pulled away from him with a smile. The man entered without permission, earning a thinly veiled glare. Flushing further, he stuttered, "I – I apologise, Your Grace, but a – a dragon was sighted not far away from the camp."

Robb's eyes widened along with his wife's and once again, he cursed under his breath. What was Elsa doing? He had told her to stay at Winterfell, so she could be safe! Or as safe as she could be from Tywin Lannister! The news of dragons will reach Kings Landing if it hadn't already. That was reason enough for the Lannisters to put a price on her head, making her just as unsafe as he was! Pulling his sword, he made his way outside. Robb heard his wife gasp, but he couldn't pull his eyes away from the two much larger dragons than he'd seen before Elsa had left for Winterfell. They were undoubtedly frightening creatures as they shrieked deafeningly, making all his men stare above with horrified awe.

There was a moment of stunned silence before his eyes turned on the party of six with three horses. The two people he recognised were Elsa and Torrhen, but he had trouble recognising the others. There were three men – two young and an old man along with a small boy, who sat behind Elsa, holding his arms around her. As he looked closer for more detail, Robb distinguished the fat boy trudging behind a young man about his age with broad shoulders and eyes that reminded him of a storm. He turned his eyes onto the old man and frowned, distinctly feeling that he had seen the man before. The blue eyes were sharp as they looked around and the way he held himself, the man was evidently a knight. Who was he?

By now, every pair of eyes were darting between the dragon and the girl it followed. He was aware that even his mother had come out from the confines of her tent, even though the guards didn't let her out.

He didn't think there was enough space, but somehow, a dragon landed right in front of his tent. From the blueish hue of his scales and golden eyes, Robb was almost certain that this one was Aeghar, the one he remembered being the smallest of the four. If he had grown such, how much larger was Balerion by now? Speaking of, where were they?

His squire Olyvar stayed by his side, while his good brother Ser Westerling, Ser Perwyn Frey and Cley Cerwyn jumped in front of him. Smalljon Umber, Eddard Karstak, Robin Flint, Ser Donnel Locke and Owen Norrey were the few that moved, brandishing their swords towards the blue dragon, who by the looks, seemed ready to roast each one alive. It was easy to see most were trembling with fear, but he applauded the bravery of his men and the will to protect their king even from a dragon. Though knowing or more like hoping that his sister would still be able to control her children, he commanded before anyone could get hurt, "Stop!"

His wife's grip on his arm tightened further and she muttered warningly, "Robb…"

He could hear the fear in her voice, also aware of the outraged, "Robb!" which came from his mother, but he ignored them in favour of keeping his eyes on Elsa, who by now had dismounted the horse and was standing near Aeghar.

"Your Grace." She bowed her head and greeted.

"Elsa, I don't want that from you." Robb grimace but interrupted, "You're my sister."

She inclined her head, while Torrhen and the others in her small party moved forward to greet him as well, but before they could, a voice shouted, "ROBB!"

He heard his mother's shocked gasp and his own eyes widened when they fell at the little figure that barrelled into him.

"Arya?!" Robb asked incredulously, staring down the short and messy hair. The dirty pixie face sniffled, burrowing deeper into his chest and Robb gasped sharply when tiny arms squeezed his sides. He held his sister just as tightly, savoured the feeling of his sister in his arms – safe and unharmed before his gaze met the violet ones.

"What…? How…?" was all he could manage as he glanced down at Arya who refused to let go of him and then back at Elsa.

Though before she could reply, Lady Catelyn broke from the confines of her tent and rushed toward her youngest daughter. "Arya!"

Arya drew back, turning to look at the source of voice before running to embrace their mother. "Mother!"

"My girl," Catelyn murmured; her voice shaky.

For once, Robb allowed his mother out as his mother and sister cried, clinging to each other. 'She's no longer the little girl he used to chase around all those years ago.' He thought mournfully. His mind was filled with questions as he looked at the old man and two young boys, but for now, he moved forward to hug Elsa. Other than Sansa, all his siblings were safe and for the first time in what seemed like aeons, he felt his spirits lifting.

Robb's Tent

"Do you trust him?" Robb asked, eying the man warily.

Barristan Selmy was a known legend. He was one of the best knights the Seven Kingdoms had ever seen, one whose integrity was also to be praised. A man so skilled, despite his age, he was able to scare the likes of Jaime Lannister. The man was tall and slender and had blue eyes, much similar to his own and could easily pass as a member of his mother's family. Both his hair and beard were white and he had a very lined face which seemed solemn, though Robb didn't miss the fierceness in his eyes when the man looked at Elsa and he wasn't sure what to make of it. Selmy was a Targaryen loyalist, but he had been serving Robert Baratheon ever since the man was crowned.

"He did save our lives," Elsa told him slowly. "…and he pledged to me."

Robb blinked and opened his mouth to ask something when Arya mumbled around the food, "This is so good."

A far image of what Sansa might have done even if starving, but Arya was wolfing down her bread and soup, just like her companions. Their mother grimaced, but couldn't bring herself to scold her after her daughter had been through so much. Robb and Elsa looked at their sister fondly as she and her friends bickered over a piece of meat.

Catelyn ignored it and asked worriedly, "Arya, where were you? The Queen never sent word about you."

"I had escaped earlier from King's Landing," Arya explained. "Yoren took me, Gendry and Hot Pie from King's landing. He said he'll take me back to Winterfell and the rest to Castle Black but we got captured by the Mountain. Yoren died and we got sent to Harrenhal."

Catelyn closed her eyes, thanking the seven for keeping her daughter safe, while Robb's eyes widened as he and Elsa looked at the two young men that had been with Arya all this time. One looked an awful lot like the former king, Robert, while the other was – big around the middle.

Ser Barristan, who had been listening quietly until now, frowned before stating quietly, "Tywin's men are brutal and it isn't easy for three children to escape without inside help."

All eyes flew towards Arya, who curled inward, determined to keep the existence of Jaqen H'ghar for now, so she mumbled, "One of Yoren's men helped us escape."

Her family could see tell was lying, but decided against pushing her. She had been through enough, so trying to lighten the sudden morose atmosphere a bit, Robb questioned good-naturedly, "Are these your friends then Hot Pie and Gendry?"

"I told Hot Pie that he could be a baker at Winterfell," Arya nodded before glancing at her mother and narrowed her eyes before asking, "He can, can't he?"

"Of course. Your friends are welcome at Winterfell." Robb replied instantly, willing to do anything to put his sister at ease. It was a miracle Elsa had been the one to find her. It was also a wonder that Arya Stark had escaped King's Landing and been hiding in plain sight, as Tywin Lannister's cupbearer. He couldn't forget how close he'd come to losing Arya or Bran and Rickon. Now the Kingslayer was gone and Sansa was still a hostage in Kings Landing.

Just then, a woman entered without permission, but her eyes widened when they fell on the dragon perched in front of the fireplace. She'd become accustomed to Robb's direwolf with time, but seeing a dragon was another thing altogether.

Sensing another presence in the room, Aeghar lifted his head to stare at the newcomer

Elsa noticed how the woman had paled drastically and said reassuringly, "Don't worry. He won't harm you."

'As long as you don't come any closer.' She added mentally. Her youngest had recovered from the wound, but he had yet to leave her side, even though his siblings had taken a liking to fly as far as they could manage and she hadn't seen them in days. It took her quite a bit of time, but through their connection, she was able to make them understand to stay as far away from populated areas and to fly high, so they might seem like any other bird flying in the sky. Once Aeghar was satisfied that there was no danger, he went back to sleep, burying his nose in Grey Wind's fur, much to Elsa's amusement.

Though, the amusement faded fairly soon when Robb walked over to the woman with a small smile before turning back to her and said, "Elsa, Arya, I want you to meet Lady Talisa, my wife and Queen."

Arya stopped eating and blinked at her brother and 'his wife', while Elsa's mouth fell open and she gaped in a very unladylike manner.

The first thing Elsa noticed was that the 'girl' had wavy chestnut hair, a heart-shaped face and doe-like soft brown eyes. She was slender and willowy and could be called passingly pretty. The second thing she noticed was how Robb smiled down at the woman fondly. It was blatantly obvious to any fool with eyes that her brother was besotted by the foreign beauty. But he hadn't mentioned anything in any of his letters… The last thing she noticed was how Lady Catelyn's lips thinned into a line as she looked away.

Elsa was still gaping when Robb cleared his throat unnecessarily and added, "She and her brother, Ser Raynald Westerling are from Volantis. She aided me in getting better after I took the arrow wound."

Despite the storm of questions that flooded her mind, Elsa bowed with whatever respect and courtesy she could muster at the moment and greeted, "Your Grace."

"We're sisters now. Please call me Talisa." Talisa bowed back before adding with a soft smile, "I'm so happy to meet you, Lady Elsa. Robb has told me so much about you."

Even though Elsa smiled, it was cold as she said cynically, "That's nice. Though, I've yet to hear a word about you."

"Elsa!" Catelyn exclaimed, looking between her and Robb.

Elsa and Robb glared at each other, communicating silently, when she asked with a sigh, "Can I have a moment, please? Alone, if possible?"

Robb gave a slight nod, eyes filled with anger as he gestured for everyone to leave and commanded, "Take my mother back to her quarters."

"Robb…" His mother said pleadingly, much to Elsa's confusion, but he ignored it and continued, "Show my sister and her friends the quarters they'll be staying in."

Everyone left albeit reluctantly, while Talisa looked at Robb worriedly, but squeezed his hand before leaving.

Once the two of them were alone, Robb asked through gritted teeth, "What was that?!"

Elsa didn't know what to think of 'Talisa's' back story, even if it was her true name. A woman from Volantis treating wounded soldiers in Westerland? Her brother, a knight, no less following her to the war in another land seemed absurd! And even if the two weren't sent by the Lannisters to lure Robb in, 'betraying' the freaking old Frey could only end in disaster! Robb needed an army – which Frey provided. Without those men, there was no way to win this war! Underneath it all, she was feeling hurt that he hadn't bothered to share something this big, especially when they've been exchanging letters ever since she reached Winterfell.

It was obvious he was fond of the girl, which was why she chose her next words carefully, "Did you forget about the deal your mother had with Walder Frey?"

"How could I? It has been hanging over my head like an executioner's sword!" He spat angrily.

She'd pitied him and Arya ever since Lady Catelyn made the deal and all her anger deflated when she looked into his blue eyes. He was too young and all his choices had been taken away. She was possibly the only one who knew that despite visiting the brothel with Theon, Jon and Robb had never been with a lady. Jon had his issues, but Robb wanted to be with someone he loved – his lady wife.

She sighed and asked quietly, "Why didn't you tell me?"

The sudden change in the topic started him, but he took a seat and said truthfully, "I did not plan on marrying her or anyone other than the Frey girl, but she's brave and passionate. A woman who gave up her lady life to heal the victims of war… and… it was the right thing to do."

Confused, she asked, "Hmm?"

"I wanted to do the honourable thing." He murmured.

"Oh?" Elsa frowned at his sudden change in demeanour until it hit her and she confirmed slowly, "Oh! So… you married her to protect her virtue?"

Robb's ears burned even as he threw a glare her way.

Elsa smirked before asking softly, "Are you happy?"

"Yes." He replied instantly. "Ever since all this started, I gave up on finding love or happiness. My only aim was to avenge father and get Sansa and Arya back, but now…"

"Well, then… I'm happy for you." She said honestly.

He was surprised, but couldn't contain his happiness as he stood up and was hugging her within record time. She hugged back and murmured apologetically, "I'm sorry for the way I reacted, but I've met Walder Frey and he's a right bastard."

She felt him nod as he pulled back, but she couldn't stop the worry from creeping in and added, "He won't let this go and without his men..."

"I know…" Robb sighed, running his fingers through his hair, he spoke, "We have to find a way to deal with the Frey's. We need his men because we no longer have any leverage against the Lannisters or the bastard King Joffrey."

She blinked at him and asked, "What?"

"Mother let the Kingslayer go." He informed, betrayal shining through his eyes.

"She let him go?!" Elsa asked incredulously.

"She said it was to exchange him for Sansa and Arya," Robb explained. "I don't know what she expects him to do? He is a Lannister and a Kingslayer. He has no honour."

"We need a plan then," Elsa muttered distractedly. Her eyes turned distant as the harsh reality hit her in the face. She wasn't here to be with her family. She needed to travel to Drone because they were her only hope. Now that the Kingslayer had been released… He must be far enough if Robb's men hadn't found him yet, but how far…?

"When did he escape?" She asked suddenly, startling her brother.

Robb frowned, but told her grimly, "It's been more than 3 days. I've sent nearly 100 men, but none of them has returned."

Elsa looked at Aeghar, her mind running numerous possibilities; Robb's blue eyes narrowed because he knew he wasn't going to like whatever she might come up with.

Robb's Tent

Despite apologising for her behaviour, Elsa still felt awkward in front of Robb's wife. Her brother was in love, yes, but she still was sceptical about Talisa and her brother. The woman found her way into Robb's army and then into his heart by treating his wounds. She slept with the king and married him the next day. A man she's known for a fortnight, maybe two... To Elsa, it seemed like an elaborate scheme orchestrated by the enemies. Was she being paranoid? Possibly, but from what she'd learned from the story of her childhood and Theon's betrayal, Elsa knew they couldn't afford to let their guard down and needed to be constantly vigilant.

For now, though, she didn't miss the heated looks shared between Robb and Talisa and decided to leave for the day, when Arya burst in and startled them all.

Brow furrowed with concern, Robb asked his sister, "Is everything alright? Is there something you need?"

Arya eyed Talisa and her brother, Ser Raynald mistrustfully before stating, "I need to talk to you."

Elsa didn't miss the look and couldn't help but feel proud. Their youngest sister had always been smarter than all of them put together and she was glad that Arya wasn't as naive as Robb. During her journey from Kings Landing, she had learned the most valuable lesson that might just keep her safe within the 'wolves' as to speak. She was too young, but when had men cared about it? All they wanted was power and money, readily slaughtering masses for their goal without an ounce of guilt. Being Robb's sister put Arya in more danger than any other child and she needed to be more careful who to trust.

Instantly worried, Robb turned all his attention to Arya and asked, "What is it?"

Talisa shifted uncomfortably under Arya's gaze and said, "We should leave."

Robb frowned before shaking his head and stated strongly, "No. You're a Stark now, my Queen. You're a part of this family."

His words left no room for argument and Arya turned to look at Elsa questionably, who gave a subtle nod. It wouldn't do them any good to start a fight among themselves.

There was no tact in the way Arya squared her shoulders and informed, "Tywin Lannister is planning to hire someone to assassinate Robb or pay someone money or lands to betray you to get his son back."

Ser Barristan, Torrhen, Talisa, Ser Raynald, Elsa and Robb stiffened simultaneously.

It was Robb who gathered his bearings and asked calmly, "Where did you hear that?"

"I heard him talking to Littlefinger and Kevan Lannister," Arya told him impatiently.

"What else did you hear? Tell me everything." Robb asked again.

"Amory Lorch said that he was the one who found Princess Rhaenys Targaryen in her nursery and then stabbed her with half a hundred thrusts." Arya's nose wrinkled and her voice took an edge of disgust as she said, "He was angry because the Mountain got Princess Elia and her son Aegon first."

By the time she finished, Ser Barristan had turned red, looking mutinous. Talisa and her brother looked repulsed. While Torrhen and Robb's eyes instantly turned towards Elsa, who had paled dramatically and was looking green. They had known that Princess Elia and her children were murdered, but listening to the horror was proving to be too much.

Unaware of the sudden dark mood that had taken over, Arya continued, "Littlefinger and Tywin Lannister were talking about the Tyrells. That they want revenge, but Littlefinger is going to represent the Lannisters in front of them to reach a mutually beneficial agreement."

Robb nodded absentmindedly as he stared into the fire, unsure what should be done next. How was he supposed to get Sansa back when they've lost leverage against the bastard king? Without facing them in a fight, how could he win this war?

He was lost in his thoughts when Arya added, "Littlefinger also said that he met mother on the dwarf's command and proposed something concerning me and Sansa."

Robb clenched his jaw and left his tent angrily, startling them all.

Catelyn's Tent

His mother was sitting on her desk when he entered her tent. There was the sound of rusting of fabric and then Elsa heard Lady Catelyn's voice, "Robb…"

Robb must've stopped her as he spoke, "You are to leave for Riverrun immediately. Once we're done there, you'll return to Winterfell."

"We haven't gotten Sansa back…" The Lady pleaded desperately.

He laughed humourlessly before asking, "Why would I let you stay when I know you might betray me again?!"

"Robb…I've told you before that did it for my girls! Your sisters!" Lady Catelyn nearly begged. "I couldn't lose them… not after your father!"

"You let me down." Robb's voice was full of hurt as he said, "The only way to ensure Sansa's safety was Kingslayer and you let him go. My men have lost faith in me because of your poor decision!"

"I did this for you!" Catelyn snapped furiously. "For the girls, for our family!"

"Is that why you met Petyr Baelish? Your childhood friend?" Robb asked incredulously. "He lied and played you like a fool."

Catelyn's eyes widened and she spluttered, "He wouldn't… He promised to…"

He held his hand up, stopping her and said coldly, "You are just lucky that I'm not executing you for the treason you've committed."

Catelyn gasped loudly and Elsa exchanged a wide-eyed look with Torrhen.

Roose's Pov

Roose Bolton, the Lord of the Dreadfort, stared at the dragon chomping down on the charred sheep hungrily. He could easily say that the sight was gruesome, but he couldn't hide his admiration whenever he looked at the beast. It wasn't large per se, but the dragon stood taller than all of them.

His eyes fell on the girl… the witch, who was staring at the beast with eyes full of love. Having violet eyes and dark hair wasn't uncommon in Volantis, but was unheard of ever since the Targaryens were killed or fled. The Targaryen were known for their magic blood which was how they controlled the dragons – one of their many enigmatic skills. The girl had magic and two dragons. Ned Stark had bought back two babes with the body of his sister after the Battle of the Trident. One his bastard and the other with no known origin. The Mad King Aerys had married his sister to keep the Targaryen line pure, which was why the girl cannot be his bastard child. She was the same age as Rhaegar's children should've been by now. His wife was a Martell with dark hair – what if…?

The Boltons used to rule the North with fear and blood, though such times were gone, he had kept his eye on the Starks for the opportune moment. Which was why he knew that even if Ned Stark was known as the silent wolf, Roose knew that he'd been powerful, strong and utterly merciless as he demonstrated during Robert's Rebellion with his clever and devious battle plans which resulted in Targaryen Empire crumbling to the ground. What he hadn't anticipated was this.

If his assumption wasn't wrong, the girl had a better claim to the throne than anyone in the seven kingdoms… especially after the demise of the last male Targaryen at the hands of his own sister.

He walked over to her, making sure to keep his distance from the beast and greeted, "Lady Elsa."

Violet coloured eyes flickered to him and she nodded. "Lord Bolton."

Once there was nothing left of the two sheep, the dragon nuzzled the girl as if waiting for approval. The girl petted his jaw before it opened its wings and flew up in the sky. Roose watched fascinated, how the dragon flew over the camp, never staying far. Many men flinched when it let out a shriek, but settled back when the dragon didn't spew flames.

"No matter how many times I see, I cannot overcome the marvel of this majestic beast." He told her truthfully, eyes fixed on the beast.

She shot him a dark look and said sharply, "He is not a beast. Not to me."

Inclining his head, he retracted, "My apologies. It wasn't my intention to offend you."

She gave a short nod and started walking back, possibly towards her tent. Roose walked with her before stating carefully, "It's astounding that they listen to you."

She arched a questioning eyebrow, so he elaborated, "Until now, the Targaryens were the only ones known to have the ability to control dragons. Wouldn't you agree?"

"Yes. The only known survivors of the Valyrian descent." She replied swiftly, much to his chagrin.

"Of course."

His mind had always worked ahead.

It was easy to see that the girl was loyal to Robb Stark – who was fairly devious and merciless as a military leader on the battlefield, but rather… plain when it came to the same charisma and leadership abilities. He was young and didn't understand the diplomacy a King needed to run the country and its people. No matter how foolish Catelyn's deal with Walder Frey had been – Stark had broken it for a girl with no name or money. Robb was unable to broker alliances or maintain the same awe and strength his father employed to keep his men under his control.

If he had been smart, he would've married 'Elsa'. Even if he was wrong about her being a Targaryen, the girl was special. He hadn't missed the fear or awe she had commandeered in the men… even if it was because of a fire breathing beat following her like Robb's wolf did him. He might not have seen himself, but the girl had powerful magic, by which she had helped in capturing Kingslayer. With her magic and dragons, she could strengthen Robb's position not only in the North but in the Seven Kingdoms.

That being said, he was not the one to undermine the enemy. Not Tywin Lannister. Once the word reaches the Red Keep, if it hadn't already, the man would make sure the girl and her two dragons wouldn't be a problem for his grandson. Taking a dragon down, especially one who was still relatively small wasn't impossible. Not only that, but with the victory over Stannis and the newly formed alliance between House Lannister and House Tyrell, their combined forces were much larger in numbers than all the Northerns put together.

Roose wasn't foolish and knew that Stark could only win if the girl stayed by his side. Tywin would know this too and would do anything to keep the throne.

He also knew that Walder Frey wouldn't forgive Robb Stark for the betrayal. His wife was pretty, but not enough to lose a kingdom, family and his head over. The boy's chance of winning this war was seeming rather bleak – the only chance Stark had was using his 'sisters' magic and her dragons to end their enemies. But from what Roose knew, the boy was young, naïve and an honourable fool much like his father.

For now, though, he was going to do what was best to gain power in the North and would wait to see who was winning before choosing sides.

Robb's Tent

Elsa entered without announcing and every pair of an eye turned to look at her. She recognised nearly everyone – Robb's squire Olyvar Frey; his battle guard Ser Perwyn Frey, Ser Raynald Westerling, Rickard Karstark and his son Eddard, Greatjon and Smalljon Umber, Brynden Tully, Robartt Glover, Maege Mormont, Medger Cerwyn and his son Cley Cerwyn, Lord Manderly, Tallhart, Roose Bolton, Robin Flint, Ser Donnel Locke and Owen Norrey,

Grey Wind was resting beside Robb's chair and lifted his head to look at her before settling back again.

They looked from her to the old man guarding her before dismissing him easily. She sighed thankfully at the foresight because of which she had changed Ser Barristan's features with a little bit of magic, so no one would recognise him. Nothing much, just the colour of his eyes, the shape of his nose and his hair which had been long, were now cut short and he was nearly unrecognisable. No one other than Robb and Torrhen knew, and she intended to keep it that way as long as possible.

Robb nodded at her once, exhaustion clear in his eyes as he asked, "Any news regarding Kingslayer?"

Lord Manderly grumbled, "Nothing yet."

"For now, there is nothing else to do. We'll be visiting Riverrun, after which we'll plan what to do next." He announced looking dead on his feet. "Lord Bolton, Lord Karstark, Lord Umber, take care of the men until I return. Make sure all their needs are taken care of. We'll need all our strength."

Everyone nodded before clearing the tent, a few nodding at her politely, much to Elsa's surprise. Once they were alone, she turned back to Robb, who looked worn out as if he had aged in such a short time.

"How've you been?" She asked softly.

He ran his fingers through his hair and sighed, "It isn't looking good, El. I'm losing this war."

Elsa couldn't stop herself from moving forward and pulling him into a hug. He was stiff at first, but relaxed, holding onto her like a lifeline. She understood. Arya, Bran and Rickon were too young. Jon wasn't here to support him and Theon had ended up betraying them in the worst ways possible. Robb was lonely with the weight of the world on his shoulders. It was no wonder he had married the girl, latching the only one who had offered him comfort. And now… now he was losing and had no one to turn to.

She rubbed his back, hoping to assure him that he wasn't alone, while Robb had buried his face in her shoulder. Elsa had a feeling that he might've cried but was holding himself back from breaking down. She could feel his shuddering breaths and for a moment, she wondered what anyone might think of they saw the two of them in their current position, but pushed it off. This was her brother in all but blood. He had been there for her and Jon when no one else was. He'd accepted her and Jon, just as they were. He'd loved them like his own… which was why she needed to stop hiding and do everything she could to help him.

"I don't know how to get Sansa back." He croaked out against her.

"We'll get her back. I promise you." She promised, hoping the seven wouldn't make her a liar.

It was quite some time before he pulled back, eyes red, looking ashamed, so Elsa decided to change the subject and said, "We need more men to fight the Lannisters."

He rubbed his face and gave a nod. "Yes."

"I don't think the Frey's would be of much help." 'Now that the alliance had been broken.' She didn't say it aloud, but Robb knew.

"No. I don't think they would." He whispered tiredly.

Elsa gathered courage, took a deep breath and blurted, "Martells are believed to be able to raise fifty thousand soldiers."

Robb looked confused as he stared at her until realization dawned. His eyes hardened and he said, "No."

"Robb…"

"No!" He stopped whatever she was about to say and snapped angrily, "We don't know anything about them. You can't go to a new land alone where people might end up killing you!"

"I won't be going alone! I'll have Torrhen and Ser Barristan! And I have four dragons!" Elsa tried to make him see reason and continued much more slowly, "I don't think the Martells would do anything to harm me. They're my family."

They both glared at each other, one she wasn't about to lose, not when she knew what was at stake. Soon enough, he slumped before asking, "How are you so sure they won't betray you?"

She didn't tell him that her mother had told her 'to go to House Martell in Drone and her brother, Oberyn would help her.' Instead, she said, "Everyone knows Prince Oberyn still wants revenge for the murder of his sister and her children. If there is anyone who can help, it's them."

Robb knew he couldn't force her to stay away from her family – the one which was her true family. Her mother was Elia Martell, sister of Doran and Oberyn Martell, but he didn't want her to leave and told her dejectedly, "I can't lose another sister."

"You won't," Elsa assured him with a soft smile, thankful she didn't have to fight him on this.

"Fine." He agreed begrudgingly before speaking again, "You should know that I'm going to legitimize Jon."

Her eyes widened comically because… because she didn't know how to respond. It was everything Jon had ever wanted.

He continued, "If something happens to me, Jon will be my heir until Bran comes of age or I have a son."

"Robb…" Elsa's heart constricted at the thought of losing not only her brother but her best friend as well.

He smiled half-heartedly and said, "You heard Arya… and now that the Kingslayer is free…"

"About that…" she interrupted. "I might have a plan to get the Kingslayer before he could reach Kings Landing."

He narrowed his eyes and stared at her warily, somehow already knowing he won't like whatever she was about to say.

EN: I have exams in a few months... which is why the updates might be irregular, though I'm already halfway through the next chapter and might post it soon. :)

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