(Robb Stark)
The music played, ale and wine were passed around, people cheered and laughed. The wedding had an overall joyful atmosphere. They were in the middle of a war, yet these people found the energy to dance and sing. The war and all the upcoming battles were forgotten for tonight.
His bannermen advised him not to return to the Twins, because of the promise he broke to Lord Frey. But the old man seemed happy enough with Edmure Tully being wed to his daughter. It was a good match, Roslin Frey would become the Lady of Riverrun, which would give more power to the Freys.
The bedding ceremony was almost finished, as the last few lords and ladies left the great hall, to see the newly wed couple bed. He clapped along with the music, slightly laughing at the event. The bedding ceremony always amused him.
He turned his head to look at Talisa who was standing beside him. She was happy. That's all he cared for. Afterall it was hard to find happiness amongst the chaos the war of the Five Kings brought onto house Stark.
His mother was sitting with Roose Bolton. He would lie if he said he wasn't worried about her. The Lord of Dreadfort scared everyone, with his milky grey eyes, and emotionless smiles. As a kid he always thought back to the books he read about House Bolton. The Red Kings that have been flaying Starks in their dungeons for years and years.
Not far from himself sat Theon. He had that arrogant smirk on his face, as he talked to some maid. His friend was clearly drunk. But this celebration was well deserved. So he would let the Greyjoy be for tonight.
Talisa turned to him and spoke quietly.
"This is a very strange custom."
He chuckled.
"Yes perhaps it is a bit strange. But it is the only way to know that the couple consummated their marriage."
Talisa smiled and took his hand in hers, she then placed his hand on her growing belly.
"There are other ways."
Robb smiled and turned fully to face his wife.
Whatever he wanted to say was interrupted by the double door being crashed by a creature that didn't belong in this world. As though it walked straight out of Old Nan's stories. there by the hole in the wall where the doors used to be, stood a giant.
Everyone present in the room turned to the creature in shock. Everyone was speechless for a few seconds. All the men stood there frozen looking at what they thought was only possible in one's nightmare.
The silence was broken by a roar coming from the giant as he moved forward. In the next moment the room was filled with wildlings. Men and women charging in with weapons in their hands.
That's when his men snapped out of the shock and took out their weapons.
The wildlings screamed as they slaughtered everyone in their way.
He took out his own sword and stood protectively in front of Talisa.
That is when he realized that the Wildlings weren't attacking Stark men. Only the Freys. Any Stark soldier that tried to fight with them was pushed away or punched out, but not killed.
He looked across the room to his mother who was hiding beneath the table. Near her Roose Bolton was being restrained by two men.
The giant was smashing people with his fists, throwing them at the walls, tearing them into pieces. Any arrows that flew at him were repelled by his armor covered arms.
Suddenly the fighting stopped when a red haired man walked in. He walked in proudly, with a grin on his face and an axe in his hand. He was their leader by what he could tell.
All wildling turned to him and put their weapons down.
The man then turned to face him and looked him up and down.
"You must be the crow's brother?"
But Robb was too shocked to answer or understand what he was asking.
The man huffed and turned to Walder Frey.
A path was cleared for him and he walked through his men looking at the damage done, and the blood spilled.
He walked up to the old lord and grabbed him by the neck. Pulling him closer to his own face he smiled wickedly.
"The King sends his regards."
Then he proceeded to smash Lord Frey's face on the table.
Robb looked around and noticed that a red haired woman dressed in furs was holding Roose Bolton at arrow point. While his mother covered her face with her arms.
Talisa was also under the table to avoid any arrows shot in their way.
Theon had no weapons with him and was left defenceless. And it seemed that he tried to fight with the wildlings as there was a red mark on his face and he was lying unconscious.
He finally regained some composure when he realized that the Wildlings weren't there to kill the Northerners. Robb took a few steps forward but kept the sword in his hand.
"Who are you?..."
The man ignored him and kept smashing the head of Walder frey on the table, grinning and clearly enjoying the pain he caused the old man.
The giant was now sitting in the corner of the room looking around curiously. The enormous creature was no longer behaving like a beast, but like a man.
Then all the attention was drawn to the entrance to the hall. There stood a man. A man that Robb recognised very well. Jon Snow. His brother.
"That's enough."
The moment the words left Jon's mouth, all the wildling put their weapons away and stood aside and looked at him, as though awaiting the next command.
Why was Jon commanding Wildlings?
He was supposed to be at the Wall… So why was he here?
Jon was dressed in Dark colors, and a fur cloak. A sword with a wolf head on the pompel was at his hip.
He walked through his men, past him and to the front of the hall.
Jon put a hand on the red haired man's shoulder.
"Tormund, that's quite enough, there's plenty more fun to come."
The best of a man released the elder Lord and snorted.
"The fucker is half dead anyway."
Jon climbed onto the table and addressed his men.
"My Lords, my Ladies, you have all proclaimed Robb Stark King in the North, but not all of you can be trusted."
Not all his lords could be trusted?
Robb was genuinely confused.
Jon continued his speech as he pulled out a few letter from his pocket.
"I hold letters from Tywin Lannister. They explain how exactly Robb Stark should be killed today at this wedding. But, my people and I stopped it. The ones to whom those letters are addressed are Roose Bolton and Walder Frey."
Robb's eyes immediately went to Roose Bolton. Luckily the traitor was at arrow point, and he had nowhere to go. And Walder Frey was half dead after his head was smashed numerous times.
All the guests of the wedding started looking around and whispering.
Robb finally looked at Jon, who in return was looking at him.
Jon smiled sadly.
"I brought proof of the betrayal of those men. And they shall die for it. They will be executed today at sunset."
With those words he jumped from the table while his men cheered.
Robb thought about running to Jon, but then he remembered that first he had to take care of Talisa and his mother. They were clearly in distress.
But who wasn't in distress? After seeing Wildlings in the Riverlands and a real life Giant break through doors?
He pulled Talisa from the ground and pulled her into a tight hug. She was crying quietly and holding onto him, pulling him as close as she could.
He pulled slightly away and cupped her face with his hands and looked at her eyes.
Soon he heard his mother's voice.
"Robb?...Oh my…"
He turned his head to face her. The fear was clear as daylight on her face.
She hugged both him and Talisa.
The three of them stood there, without saying anything. If what Jon said was true, then they were all meant to die tonight.
Suddenly the man that Jon called Tormund walked up to them.
He chuckled.
"Ah, you southern fuckers… the little crow never said that you were such scared little creatures."
He laughed again at his own words and walked past them. He whispered something to the giant who laughed. His laughter caused the walls to slightly shake.
Robb pulled away from his mother and Talisa when he saw Jon walk to them.
"Jon?... Aren't you supposed to be at the Night's Watch?"
Jon smiled.
"I was there until I was killed by my own men. I served as the Lord Commander, gave my life for the Watch, so when I was brought back, I was no longer tied to my vows. Now I am the King beyond the wall. King of the free folk. They chose me to lead them after I let them through the wall."
Cetelyn Stark looked confused.
"You let Wildlings through the Wall?"
Jon nodded.
"Aye, I did. And when I heard about Tywin's plans for this wedding, I came south. I could let you Starks die, could I?"
Robb smirked. It has been over five years since he has seen Jon. He was no longer a boy, but a man grown. And a King. And making jokes.
Jon put his hand on Robb's shoulder and smiled.
"My men will provide you with tents outside the Twins. We'll talk after I execute the traitors."
Robb nodded.
Yes. They needed to talk.
Jon started walking away before Lady Stark asked him a question.
"Did you come here to bend the knee to Robb?"
Robb looked around as every man and woman present froze on their spots.
Suddenly they all heard laughs coming from the Wildlings.
The giant stood up and stared at Catelyn Stark.
"We're not fucking kneelers!"
He then walked out almost smashing a few men with his feet.
Catelyn turned to Jon.
"What did he say?!"
Jon smirked.
"We're not fucking kneelers."
The Wildlings laughed again collectively. Tormund put a hand around Jon's shoulder and started talking loudly about how all the southerners shit their pants when they saw a giant walk in.
He turned to his mother.
"We'll speak about that later mother. Jon saved us all afterall. We have much to do after what happened."
His lady mother nodded but then huffed and walked away. Even when Jon saved them all, she still found enough hate in herself to treat him like dirt under her shoes.
Talisa looked confused at the scene in front of them.
"Who is that?"
Robb raised his eyebrow.
"Who?"
Talisa smiled slightly.
"The man with dark hair."
Robb nodded slowly realising who she meant. Yes, he forgot to introduce his wife to his brother.
"That's Jon Snow. My brother."