Chapter 27

Robb stood on the edge of the river, the soft lapping at his feet and shook his head. This was madness. Grey Wind pawed at the muddy ground and looked ready to charge at the calm ripples in the water. Even Grey Wind knew that it was dangerous to be out here. This was certainly madness. Smalljon Umber, Daryn Hornwood, and Dacey Mormont snickered behind him. He glanced over his shoulder at them - silencing the laughter - before gazing back out at his wife.

"The funeral will be just down there," Nysa gestured, her body turning in the river.

"I'm sure it will be. Will you..."

A small splash of water hit his face, causing his guards then to erupt in laughter. Robb wiped the drops off his cheek before staring angrily at Nysa. "Is my husband scared of the water," she teased, paddling further out.

He shook his head and watched in horror as she went into deeper water. "Come back here, Nysa," he demanded, going in but stopping when he felt the water reach his knees. It was cool and flowing around him - too fast for his liking.

"It's just a river, Robb," Nysa laughed. "You'll be carrying your grandfather's boat down."

"Aye and I'm sure that I don't need to swim to do so!"

She only giggled and continued to swim out into the small current.

"You'll get carried down and end up in King's Landing," he shouted. Grey Wind growled and yipped at the water, running in every now and then until his coat was soaked, before running back towards the edge.

"I've been out here many times, Robb. Your mother did this all the time as a little girl," she insisted.

This time his patience was running thin. He marched towards her until the water was up to his chest, scrunching up his face, he began to whisper in a frustrated manner. "She wasn't with child at the time! Now get..."

He paused, his eyes widening as she fell under the water. Grey Wind was the first to react, swimming past Robb, barking and howling for the Queen. The only guards who reacted were Smalljon and Daryn. Dacey put her hand up to stop them. And just as they turned to look at her, they heard the Queen's gasp for air as she broke the surface and wrapped her arms around the King's neck.

Nysa began to laugh at the shocked expression on Robb's face. "Jayne taught that to me. It's called diving."

"I don't care what that was," he wrapped his arm around her waist and began pulling her back towards the shallow water, "you don't ever do that again."

"No," she protested, kicking with her foot to keep them where they were. "We are fine right here," she pressed her body against his. Even in the cool water, Robb could feel her warmth. "Let us just relax a moment," she whispered, leaning in to kiss his neck before repeating the sensual movements to his throat, jaw and finally his face.

It wasn't long until Robb's cock began to harden, the arousal coursing through his veins as he and Nysa swayed in the water, exchanging passionate kisses. The guards had long left by the time he decided to free her breast from her gown. Grey Wind sat on the shore - the only presence there to keep a watchful eye on the King and Queen. They were lost in one another. Robb would have taken Nysa right then and there, if not for the distant splashing and laughing he heard.

Pulling his lips from hers, he turned his head and gazed further up the river. His brow furrowing in confusion. Nysa adored that scowl.

Touching his forehead, she pushed her body further into his - trying to get his attention back on her. "What are you looking at, my King?"

"Who is that with Arya," he questioned, a tightness in his voice that wasn't due to their passion.

Nysa looked over and laughed. Arya was with Gendry.

"I've seen him around Riverrun. I've also seen him at Harrenhal. Who is he?"

She dragged Robb a little bit further into the shallows so that Arya and Gendry were blocked from his sight. "A friend," she replied before freeing his cock and stroking it slowly. Robb's full gaze turned back towards her, his eyes darkening. "Now where were we, husband?" She eased her body slowly down onto him, her warmth replacing her hand. And the river's current, his sister's friend and his grandfather's pending funeral were all but forgotten for the moment as they moved together.

Robb tried to hide a chuckle as his mother lightly hit him. Catelyn didn't want it to look obvious that she was scolding her son or that he was laughing at his Uncle. Robb was a King after all and Edmure was now Lord of Riverrun. Edmure took a deep breath and released a third arrow in the air.

Nysa heard a slight giggle from the side and turned her head to spy Jayne and Lyra smiling. She moved her hand as if to hush them. Jayne rolled her eyes before looking away to say something into Brynden Blackwood's ear, only for him to chuckle.

On the other side, Catelyn gave her son a disapproving look.

"Nysa could have shot it," he said causing Nysa to wrap her hand around his arm.

"Do not tease your Uncle," she chastised.

The crowd gasped then. All three of them looked up to see the Blackfish push Edmure back and ready the bow himself. Edmure turned to look at Catelyn and she gave her brother a small smile. Robb on the other hand didn't seem to ease that much. Nysa remembered Robb saying that he had wanted her to keep an eye on Edmure. He was raiding the Westerlands far too much for Robb's liking. Nysa had to agree on that as well. She had seen five young Lannister boys along with Lord Frey's grandson all dragged back as 'prized' prisoners.

Lady Catelyn sighed a breath of sadness and relief as Ser Brynden released his arrow and walked away. Nysa looked on to see the boat catch with flames. Robb put a comforting arm around his mother as they watched Lord Hoster Tully's boat flow down the Red Fork.

Where one river ends, another one begins.

Nysa tried not to let her surprise show that Robb had requested her attendance during the meeting with Edmure. It was true that the past two days their relationship had changed dramatically. But there was something precious about this request - he was acknowledging her strengths, her contributions as not just his wife but also as a Queen.

"You have spent more time with the River Lords," Robb confessed. "One of your Ladies is from the Riverlands. You know their concerns," he said softly. "I was declared their King and yet, I find myself losing ground with them."

She reached up to touch his cheek and marveled at how grown up he had looked from the young man she left behind in Winterfell. "I was at a loss in the beginning as well. Your mother helped a lot."

"I'm glad that she did."

"Your mother has a brilliant outlook on how things operate in Westeros," Nysa added. "I know that you may be upset with her and there were times that I was as well. But we need each other, Robb. We need to work with one another," she said and immediately Robb's mind went to what Bran had told him. "I think she should be here for this meeting."

Robb nodded but looked away. "I'll allow her this moment to grieve for her father. Then we'll meet with her after Edmure," he confessed. "I have other things to tell her."

He turned Nysa completely to him, blocking the guards that surrounded them. Ser Stevron stood next to Lyra and Jayne - along with Ser Danwell Frey - behind their Queen. As Daryn Hornwood, Smalljon and Dacey stood behind their King.

"I believe that Bran is still alive."

"As do I."

"No, Nysa," he shook his head. "Something happened when I was in Castamere, something with Grey Wind. It's madness, I know. My father had told me once that dire wolves shared a strong bond with the Kings of Winter - House Stark," he licked his lips. "This bond allowed the wolf to know what its human thought, what it wanted." Nysa narrowed her eyes at him. "Bran was able to use that bond. That's how I know he is still alive and well."

"Robb..."

"Nephew," Edmure called out as they both turned to him.

Edmure was accompanied by Ser Brynden - a comforting sight for Nysa that the older knight was there. She had enjoyed his company and he had provided that needed stability for Lady Catelyn that she craved. He gestured for Robb and Nysa to enter the room they were to speak in while the guards stood outside. The only admittance in the room that wasn't a Lord had been Jayne. She was permitted to enter under the guise that she was to serve the water and wine or whatever fruit and bread had been prepared for them. Nysa would ask her later for advice.

Edmure was the first to talk.

Nysa could feel the frustration rolling off Robb in waves as Edmure stated what he had been doing. So far, it wasn't that impressive - at least not what Robb had intended for his campaign. He wanted to protect the Riverlands and the North, his family - that was the main purpose in all this.

"We took hostages," Edmure related, "Lannister hostages."

"Willem and Martyn Lannister," Nysa sighed, "mere children. And let us not forget little Loreon Lannister - who is barely ten years old. He came in here with Tion Frey - Lord Frey's grandson," Nysa added with a slight laugh. "And of course, there's..."

"Yes, there's so much Lannisters that I captured. All the while, you've been tending to," Edmure accused.

"Because they are children," Nysa stood up from her seat.

"Look Nysa..."

"She is your Queen," Ser Brynden moved to stand next to Edmure. "Your King's wife."

"Robb knows I meant no disrespect to either him or his wife."

"What was disrespectful was you dragging those children around here like trophies," Ser Brynden said as he nodded towards Nysa who slowly sat back down. "Our Queen there brought the Mountain's head to our King. She and Princess Arya captured Harrenhal," he smiled. "And what do you bring him?"

"Children," Robb answered as Edmure looked at him. "Tywin Lannister still has my sister, Sansa. I think she is," he turned to Nysa, "fourteen, fifteen now," he questioned. "He wouldn't release her in exchange for his own son. What makes you think he'll settle for peace because we have his brother's son's nephew's - whoever they are?"

"I didn't know," Edmure admitted.

"Perhaps you would have, if you had decided to greet and welcome the Queen into your home," Robb looked at Nysa and reached over to grab her hand in his. "She's been here for more than a moon's time and has spoken to every other River Lord but you. I heard that upon her arrival here, there was an attempt on her life. My mother and sister were in danger as well," he leaned forward to look at Edmure in the eyes. "And the guards in Riverrun were kidnapping children."

Edmure sighed and nodded.

"We don't harm children or women," Robb agreed, looking at Edmure. "If we do, we're no better than the Lannisters. I wanted to secure the Riverlands from their attempts at invading. I didn't want you to continue siege on their lands. Battles mean nothing, if they don't bring us closer to victory."

Edmure nodded and Robb gestured for him to take a seat.

He waved his hand towards the door and Jayne went to open it. A few guards, including Harrion, brought in Ser Tytos Brax. "Ser Tytos," Robb nodded to him. "Your brother Ser Flement has surrendered for your safety."

Ser Tytos spat on the ground. Harrion gripped the back of his tunic and hit him in the back of the head. Two other guards moved to continue their physical assault on him, but Nysa stood up quickly and waved them off. Robb was prepared to ask her to sit. Remembering their conversations as of late, he allowed her to stop them.

"Your father is dead, Ser Tytos," Nysa said as he groaned and looked up at her. "His brother is dead. Don't you think you've lost enough?"

"I'll lose more than just kin. Lose my honor, if I ever surrendered Hornvale," he pushed the guards back with a shake of his shoulders. "My brother is an idiot."

"We do what we need to for the ones that we love. You are the Lord of Hornvale now. I'm sure your brother knows he can't do it without you," she nodded to him. "We have captured Banefort, Wyndhall, Ashemark, the Crag, and Deep Den. Cornfield and Crakehall have surrendered. There should be no more dying."

There was a moment of silence as he hung his head low.

"I heard about what you did," Ser Tytos spoke up, "how you kept the Lannister boys alive," he said looking towards her. "You are truly generous my Queen. But I don't want to upset Lord Tywin any further. He is a powerful man - more powerful than you could ever know. If he hears of how easily the Houses in West gave in," he shook his head and looked down. "I rather have you kill me."

Robb stood then, an idea in his mind.

"Ser Tytos Brax," he spoke as the knight kept his head bowed. "I am to release you from our captivity then."

"Robb," Nysa turned sharply towards him.

He took a deep breath and walked forward until he reached the man they held as prisoner.

"You are to deliver a message for me to Tywin Lannister," he said as the mood in the room shifted. "You inform him of how many castles we have, how many guards, knights and Lords have surrendered to the North and the Trident," his voice was low and threatening. "You let him know that if he does not give us back my sister, then I will have my men march forward on Casterly Rock just as swiftly and as easily as they took everything else in the Westerlands."

"You'd threaten a lion," Ser Tytos smirked in disbelief.

"My wife here," he held up her hand, "cut down his pet. When you leave Riverrun, I'll have the men point out the Mountain's head for you."

His eyes widened as Harrion picked him up and led him out of the room.

"And exactly how do we plan on taking Casterly Rock," asked Ser Brynden.

"We need more men," Edmure stated.

"Exactly why I wanted them here," Robb looked over his shoulder. "I wanted them with my Queen, awaiting my instruction, awaiting her instruction. Instead, they weren't." Robb licked his lips in frustration. "And now we have lost House Frey."

"Lord Frey will not bend the knee again," Ser Brynden shook his head. "And Ser Stevron is not Lord. He cannot command the rest of his household to join you. He and the others may have taken a liking to your wife, but they do not speak for all of House Frey."

"We will need to make amends somehow," Robb seemed troubled.

"I have an idea," Nysa said as they turned towards her. "I'll go to the Twins and speak to Lord Frey about..."

"Out of the question," Robb stopped her and turned back to Edmure and Ser Brynden.

"But Robb..."

"I'm not sending you there, Nysa," he looked at her with a stern expression. "I would not put your life in danger, nor the life of our unborn child. It's too risky."

Dead silence filled the room then as the two men glanced between the King and Queen. Ser Brynden could only assume that this was the secret that Catelyn and the young Queen kept. Robb slowly pushed back her cloak revealing the slight swell of her stomach. It wasn't obvious to the naked eye but once Robb touched her midsection and the dress clung to her body, they could see it then. He placed a kiss on her brow and turned them both around to face the room.

"The Queen is with child."

"They always say that when one river ends," Ser Brynden stepped forward, "another one begins," he nodded to Nysa.

"To the King and Queen," Edmure stood from his seat, "and their child."

"Aye," Ser Brynden placed one hand on Robb's shoulder and the other on Nysa's. "We should celebrate this good news."

"You don't suppose there's anything we can do about this," Tyrion asked his sister as they watched Loras Tyrell attempt to court Sansa Stark.

Cersei smiled politely. "We could have them both killed," she suggested.

"It's hard to say which of the four of us are getting this arrangement," he began, knowing that his sister was more than likely seriously thinking about ways to kill Loras and Sansa. "Probably Sansa," he named. "Though Loras," he paused as she turned around and looked at him.

"Father is scared. It's the only reason why he's doing this."

"Father is never scared," Tyrion waved her off.

"There's a girl that we're forgetting about, I know it is her," she said before walking towards her seat.

"Oh," Tyrion feigned shock. "Are we putting the blame on some bastard from the North, now?"

"She is the Queen of the North," Cersei leaned back in her chair, "Queen of the Trident - they're also calling her. She had a Kingsguard in the palm of her hand. How did she command that?"

"Yes, I know the truth behind that," Tyrion replied. "There's only two people who can give a Kingsguard a command," he leaned against his sister's desk. "I've contributed to the survival of this family - despite what you and father believe. And that is the thanks I receive for my contribution," he said as Cersei remained unmovable. "You worry about one Kingsguard," Tyrion tapped the desk, "the rest are willing to do what their King and the Queen regent desire. Even killing own kin - the Hand of the King," he emphasized, looking at her as she remained quiet.

Tyrion shook his head.

"Nothing to say?"

"I acknowledge your contributions," she said.

Tyrion blinked at her. She had totally dismissed that someone had attempted to have him murdered - either her or Joffrey. He sighed and looked back out the window. "That is alright," he stated. "A bit stupid for the King to order a Kingsguard to assassinate the Hand of the King," he continued, "in front of the King's army. He should have had me poisoned. That would have been cleaner."

"What do you want me to say," Cersei looked at him.

Tyrion and his sister stared at one another for a moment before he sighed and went to walk away.

"I know you may not like to hear this, but I appreciate the fact that this Nysa Snow had use for one of the Kingsguards. He protected Lady Sansa, protected," Tyrion emphasized. "That is their purpose - to protect members of the royal family. Not murder a member of the royal family. I am his Uncle, your brother," he repeated, "whether you like it or not."

Cersei sat back in her chair as her brother exited - wondering all the while where Jamie was. She walked back out to look in the garden where Loras and Sansa were still walking. She easily snuffed out the plan the Tyrells had regarding Sansa. How was it that this girl - this bastard from the North - had concocted a plan without her knowledge? Was her father's statement correct? Was she not smart enough to outwit some bastard? She held her head high. That was impossible.

She is a lion, always will be.

Her children were lions.

Ser Preston had been dealt with. And now Sansa would become a Lannister as well. "We are one move ahead now, Nysa Snow," she said with a smug smile as Sansa continued through the garden. "You'll hear me roar from wherever you are."

Cersei turned away from the window and went back to sit on her desk. She was going to write a letter.

"I almost feel offended," Jayne smiled as she sat next to Nysa.

They both were brushing their hair for the feast that Ser Brynden demanded they have in honor of the King and his Queen. Lyra had changed in a gown - but kept her sword slung over her back, declaring that this may have been a feast and she may enjoy herself with her sister - but evil plots never rests. She smiled as well at the doorway - for she had known. Something she said she could discern after being around her mother and Alysanne. She had seen the subtle signs in Nysa.

"I wanted to inform the King before everyone else knew," Nysa said.

"It seems that you and the King are on good terms," Jayne nudged her playfully. "I've heard many things about Lords from the North," she softened her voice, "and their activities in the bed."

Jayne laughed as Nysa reached over to hit her teasingly. She had never spoken about Lords and their smiles as much when she was in Winterfell. Sansa thought the boys and men there were silly. She dreamed of Southern knights who danced and read poetry to woo her. When she went to House Mormont - it was always how to defend herself, how to use what was around her to survive.

"A proper Lady never tells," Nysa said, remembering Lady Karstark saying that to her and Wynafryd once when they were caught gossiping.

All three of them began to laugh as there was a knock at the door. Ser Brynden had come down to escort her to the feast.

"Thank you, Ser," Nysa curtsied. "I just need one more moment." He nodded and closed the door behind him. Lyra found Jory's dagger and helped Nysa to strap it to her leg under her dress. Jayne had just tightened the laces on Nysa's dress - eager to show off the Queen's now growing belly - when she made another girlish statement.

"The Blackfish is impressive, isn't he?"

Nysa let out a small laugh.

"He's old," Lyra commented.

"More experience he has then," Jayne said as Nysa whirled around to share in her laughter. "I would sooner wed the Blackfish than I would Lord Edmure Tully," she rolled her eyes in disdain.

"The man could barely shoot a bow," Lyra replied, "but that Blackfish got it in one shot, didn't even look at his target."

"He knew exactly where he wanted it to go," Jayne wiggled her eyebrows at Lyra as they both laughed. "I wonder about Lord Edmure."

"That is the Lord Paramount of the Trident you are speaking of," Nysa shook her head at them.

"Nothing we ever say to you, leaves your confidence," Jayne smiled teasingly.

"My mother always told me to look for a strong and certain man," Lyra added.

"Are you looking for a husband, Lyra," Nysa questioned with a smile.

"Do you have a Lord in mind, my Queen. Or perhaps I should mate with a bear as did my sister," she teased in response.

Nysa gave Lyra a disapproving look before turning towards Jayne. "I never did ask you, Jayne," she began. "You have done so much for me. You have served your Queen well. Is there anything that you would want in return?"

"Do you speak of jewels or gold," Jayne brushed Nysa's dress and pulled her hair in the front.

"No, I speak of marriage."

The Lady walked towards a couch, grabbing Nysa's cloak, fluffing it out. "My father will decide on my marriage for me."

"But you are in my service," Nysa pressed. "If there is a House that you know well, I can speak to that Lord. I could even arrange for you to wed the Blackfish if that is your desire."

Jayne dropped Nysa's cloak to the floor in shock before hurrying down to pick it back up and brushing off any dirt that had gotten on it. "Forgive me, my Queen."

"Jayne," Nysa stepped forward. "Is there someone whom you wish to..."

"My father would never allow it," she shook her head. Jayne then looked up and put on a brave smile. "No matter how much you arrange for it, Nysa."

"It's that young Lord from House Blackwood, isn't it," Lyra asked. "I've seen the glances the two of you exchange." Jayne and Nysa both turned to her - Jayne in complete shock and Nysa in awe. "I've been raised to take notice of my surroundings. I'm guarding my Queen," she nodded to Nysa. "It's hard not to pay attention to the Lady standing beside her, giving coy smiles to the young Lord."

"Does he return your affections," Nysa looked back at Jayne.

Jayne smiled and nodded. "But as I said before, my father would never allow it. Our Houses have always been at odds with one another for years - seasons possibly. And Brynden is Lord Blackwood's heir. And I," she paused and shook her head. "Lord Blackwood would refuse. He is a skilled warrior and may be a trusted Lord to both Lady Catelyn and the King," Jayne sighed, "but he would rather see Brynden wed to a Lannister than a Bracken. What I pray for, is folly."

Nysa took her hands in hers and smiled reassuringly at Jayne. "The Gods work in strange ways," she replied. "Perhaps they will use your Queen to speak to your Lord father and Lord Blackwood."

"You need not trouble yourself, my Queen."

"Jayne, you have helped me to learn so much, grasp things I needed to, and helped me become Queen fit for the Trident. If you and Brynden desire to wed one another, then I will see that your two Houses are joined. Let me speak to your father and his."

The news of her pregnancy had spread quickly in Riverrun, especially since Robb had requested that she wear her gowns to show off her growing middle. Edmure and several of the Lords had agreed on the feast that was to celebrate new life.

When one river ends, another one begins.

Cups were lifted, singing and merriment filled the room. It was a time to rejoice. Ser Tytos had been released and upon hearing that, Ser Merlon Crakehall and Ser Raynald Westerling from the Crag - along with his sister, Jeyne - had questioned about their fathers' release as well. Robb turned to Nysa who gave them the answer that they would need to prove their loyalty to her before it could be done.

"Besides," she lifted her cup and looked at Jeyne, "Ser Tytos is delivering a message for the King. It only takes one man to deliver a message," she drank slowly and then placed the cup down - all the while staring at Jeyne. "What purpose would it serve the King and I to release your fathers when your actions have shown to be questionable," she asked pointedly, "rather than loyal?"

Robb had already been informed by Nysa of Ser Merlon's forward actions and came close to demanding that his head be put on a spike. Instead, Nysa had placated him. Together they talked about the possibility of a plot to tear them apart. A King might not need his Queen and vice versa - but they both realized that if they wanted to win this war, gain the peace that they were fighting for, they would need to work together. And having two people from the Westerlands attempt to break it, they'd have to keep their eyes open for such treachery.

Ser Merlon tried to look appalled, while Ser Raynald looked shockingly at his sister.

"Robb is King of the North and of the Trident. I am his Queen, their Queen. And no one will take that away."

As if to cement her statement, Robb took her hand and lifted it to his mouth, gently kissing her. He smiled and gaze lovingly into her eyes before turning towards the next well-wisher.

However, they didn't receive congratulations from the next Lord.

Lord Glover and a few others stood in front of their table - a somber expression on his face. He held a letter out for Robb.

"News from my wife," he said before bowing towards Nysa. "I am told that we are in debt to the King's brother, Jon Snow."

Those who were at the high-table - Catelyn, Arya, Robb, Nysa, Edmure and Ser Brynden, along with others, looked at him in interest. Nysa reached over excitedly and looked at Robb, hoping that he would make an announcement on the matters concerning Jon. A few Lords who were nearby stopped as well to listen.

"Jon was able to save Lady Sybelle and her children from being taken hostage by the Ironborn," Robb said as he and Nysa scanned the letter.

"He gathered North-men together near Last Hearth, rescued Deepwood Motte and are on their way to Winterfell," she looked at Lord Robett.

"Does my son ride with him," Greatjon asked.

"Aye, he does," Lord Glover nodded to him.

"Osric, that lucky dog," Smalljon chuckled and lifted his cup up to his brother. "To the North," he shouted as others cheered.

"Alysanne Mormont," Robb added, looking towards Maege and her daughters who appeared at the table as well, "also assisted him in defending the shores along the coast. Jon fights with the Houses from the wolfswood as we speak. He rides to make sure that the North is free of Ironborn."

"You will pardon him, won't you Robb," Nysa questioned. "He helped save House Glover and more," Nysa proclaimed as she looked back to Lord Glover who stared at the letter with a smile. "He's defending the North against the Ironborn while you're down here fighting for Sansa and defending the North against those from the Westerlands and more. The least you could do is..."

Robb stood up, causing everyone to fall silent. "I had already written this out," he pulled a small parchment from his tunic and set it on the table. "It was to legitimize Jon as a Stark and name him an heir to Winterfell. After our children, of course," he smiled at Nysa.

Nysa nodded.

"With Bran and Rickon dead, I..." Robb looked to his mother and then back at the parchment. "I needed to secure the North. There's no other person I would trust with it. To show our appreciation for all that Jon is doing, he is pardoned from his vow at the Wall. He'll be known now as Prince Jon Stark."

Lord Rickard Karstark waited near the edge of Riverrun's bridge. He looked back at the hall where the cheers and fire came from. Reaching into his cloak, he pulled out the letter that Torrhen held on him. He had never opened it - never wanted to bring disrespect to his son. It was a letter Torrhen had read repeatedly on their journey south. Harrion said Nysa had written it to Torrhen a couple years ago, declaring her love for him. Now, she was smiling on another man's arm.

"You sent for me?"

Lord Karstark's hand jerked and he looked towards the guard with the flayed man on his armor. "Aye," he folded the letter back into his cloak and nodded. "Tell your Lord that I'll help him."

Later that night, leaving majority of the party in the hall - Robb, Nysa and Catelyn made their way towards the room that Robb had met with his Lords. He hadn't used it as of late. After releasing Nysa's hand, he walked over to the table and began to arrange his next plan. While doing so, he explained that he released Ser Tytos to deliver a message to Tywin, warning him that they were in position to strike Casterly Rock.

Catelyn stared at the map.

"Why are you sharing this with me?"

"You begged me not to send Theon to negotiate with his father. And I ignored your advice. Now Winterfell is burnt to the ground. The North is overrun with Ironborn. Bran and Rickon are gone," Robb said. "Nysa is with child, my child," he looked at her then. "What will I be bringing my child home to? Nothing," he answered, reaching out to touch Nysa's stomach, reveling in the feel of the bump that was hidden under her dress. "If I had listened to you, Theon wouldn't have betrayed me."

Nysa looked at Catelyn before touching Robb's arm, comfortingly. Robb looked up at his wife, moved forward to press a kiss to her forehead before pulling away to face his mother.

"I'm asking for your advice now, mother."

"Do we have enough men?"

"I need Walder Frey to cooperate," Robb picked up the Twins and held it up for his mother.

"If Walder Frey cooperates," she said in a disbelieving tone. "He's lost two marriages to House Stark, two," she reminded looking over at Nysa.

Robb took a deep breath. "I believe Bran is still alive," he said. "Mother, while in Castamere, Bran spoke to me."

Catelyn straightened and briefly pressed her lips in annoyance.

"Grey Wind," he gestured to the direwolf who lay in the corner. "I was pouring out my woes and concerns - majority of them about my Kingship and about my Queen," he glanced at Nysa. "Grey Wind laid down. I thought he was ignoring me. But I think Bran was using him to speak to me."

"You heard the letter from Bolton," Catelyn snapped. "His son found nothing at Winterfell. It's been burnt to the ground by the Ironborn. Jon may be on his way, but it is too late! There's nothing there."

"You're right," Robb nodded, "there is nothing there. But Bran is alive. I felt it."

"Because your wolf told you," she pointed to Grey Wind in a huff. "He's an animal! He doesn't know..."

"He must," Nysa spoke up.

Catelyn shook her head and looked away from them. Her eyes beginning to tear. She had lost her father. Hearing the Freys had brought word from Lord Bolton regarding Winterfell and her two sons - her two young boys - she had begun to weep. Robb reached out and wrapped her in his arms. Nysa stood there, patiently observing. That was probably the first time that Robb had comforted his mother. This entire journey, he was still angry with her for releasing the Kingslayer - he had admitted as much to Nysa when they had conversed in their chambers.

"Lady Catelyn," Nysa stepped towards the mother and son, "I remember what you told me, about the direwolves. When you came down to King's Landing to warn Lord Stark," she explained.

"The Gods know I did not want them in the Winterfell," she smiled, "but I have seen how they've protected my children."

Catelyn nodded. "Summer protected Bran. She never left his bedside. And what I was told of Nymeria," she paused before pulling away from Robb, "she defended Arya when she thought she was in danger," Catelyn nodded again, still appearing numb and confused at what Robb had revealed to her. "Why didn't you say something earlier if you thought..."

"Because I don't know who to trust anymore," Robb confessed as Catelyn looked at her eldest son. "I thought I could trust Theon. Look what happened," he stated, glancing to the floor and shaking his head. "And your brother," he paused, "Edmure doesn't know what he's doing half the time. You are my mother," Robb stared at her.

Nysa moved to touch Robb's arm before looking at Catelyn as well. "House Tully's words are 'Family, Duty, and Honor'," she said with a smile. "You became Lady Stark, Lady of Winterfell," then she shook her head, "but those words never left you. You make your decisions based on what you think is best for your family."

"I am sorry Mother for all that you have had to endure these past few months," Robb added, "I should have trusted your judgement. Nysa has mentioned that you guided her in these first months as Queen. I wish I had allowed you to do the same for me," he gestured to the map. "I need your help now."

Lady Catelyn lifted her head and gave her son a confident smile. She walked slowly towards the table and looked at the items on the map. "You plan on surrounding Casterly Rock?"

"If Walder Frey cooperates," Robb stated again.

"What do you plan on giving him? Bran," Catelyn questioned.

"I'm not certain," Robb shook his head. "Ser Stevron and many others are still here. They stay because of Nysa," Robb looked at her. "I know their father will take persuasion of some kind."

Catelyn touched the map and pointed towards King's Landing. "If reinforcements come from the Capital," she pointed as both Nysa and Robb went to stand at her side. "You'll be trapped between Tywin's army and the sea," she moved her finger. "It's dangerous, Robb."

She paused and then looked up at Robb, all traces of her grief were gone.

"Show them how it feels to lose what they love."

"Bran," one of the boys rejoiced from the top of the steps. Jon hid a laugh as Beth, TomToo and the other children they found waved merrily at their arrival.

Benjicot Branch and Cedric Forrester had been left in charge of Winterfell and smiled at the children as well. This was the first true sign of life here in Winterfell. It was a signal for the good that was to come now that a Stark was back. Rickon immediately jumped down from behind Osric Umber and flew towards his childhood companions, Shaggydog yapping excitedly as they all jumped over each other, welcoming one another back.

Bran smiled from his spot in front of Jon. Beth ran towards their horse and reached up for Bran. "You're alive! Thank the Gods, you're alive! Bran and Rickon are back! It's Bran and Rickon!"

Jon watched as Ronnel Woods came then to bring Bran down. A lighthearted feeling as he watched Bran smile and reach out his hand for the other children who were there. They held Bran's hand and cheered as he was carried up the stairs and into the Keep.

There must always be a Stark in Winterfell.

Nysa realized something that night as she lay in Robb's arm. She extricated herself from his arms and headed towards the small bowl to wash her face. Instead she saw her reflection. Tears were running down her cheeks, tasting salty on her tongue. Dipping her hand in the warm water, she reached up to splash away her sadness. She had to be brave now.

Clumsily, she found her clothes in the dim firelight and dressed as quietly and quickly as she could. If this was going to work, she had to do it now. She walked out of the room, closing the door slowly so as not to disturb Robb.

She had waited for his breathing to slow down after their love-making. Surely, he would sleep through the night now. She took a step back and thought about what she had done earlier. Edmure Tully had said it couldn't be done. But now Jayne Bracken was betrothed to Brynden Blackwood - both their fathers had allowed it because Nysa had arranged it. She could arrange something with Lord Walder Frey, she was sure of it.

"My Queen," Smalljon interrupted her half-way down the hall.

Nysa put a hand over her heart. "You surprised me," she smiled and attempted to feign ignorance. "I'm glad that I've found you, Jon," she looked around at the hall. "Do you know where Olyvar is?"

"Olyvar?"

Smalljon lifted an eyebrow at her in question. Of course, that was silly. What would she be doing asking for her husband's squire in the middle of the night?

"Yes," she nodded. "Olyvar Frey," she repeated. "I need to ask him something about his father. It's an important matter concerning acquiring men for Robb's march onto Casterly Rock."

Recognition dawned on Smalljon's face. "You wish for Olyvar to deliver a message?"

"I do," she lied. "That's exactly what this is," she looked around again, nervously. "So, may you please get him for me?"

Smalljon nodded and walked away, not before Nysa noted that three other guards had come up in his place. She should have known that Robb would have placed one of his own personal guards or House Stark guards to watch over their chambers. She nodded at Cayn - who had been wearing a grief-stricken expression since the news of Winterfell's massacre had arrived. She would demand that he have justice for his son.

"My Queen," Smalljon returned quickly with the young man at his heels. "Olyvar Frey as promised."

"Thank you, Jon," she nodded to him. "That will be all."

Nysa waited until they had left her in the hallways with Olyvar. He looked like he was still asleep. She didn't know it was possible. Normally, if someone had awakened her in the middle of the night, saying that Lady Catelyn or Lord Stark had summoned her - she'd jump up quickly.

"How can I help you, my Queen?"

She was certain that her answer would get his attention.

"Olyvar, you need to take me to the Twins"

There it was. His eyes widened and his back straightened. "I can't do that, your Grace," Olyvar shook his head.

"I'm begging you. It's the only way."

"The only way for what," he questioned.

"The only way to settle peace with House Frey."

"If we go, you're likely not to make it out of there alive. And the King would have my head! And me," he took a step back, breathing in and out quickly and nervously. "I am not one who will get my father's respect. You best take Stevron or Danwell with you. One of my older brothers," he insisted. "They could get you an audience with him and," he emphasized, "get you out of the Twins unharmed."

"Olyvar, please," she begged. "I need to do this. It was I who wronged your House. It is I who should make it right."

Olyvar continued to refuse it until Nysa pushed him against the wall.

"As your Queen, I am commanding you to take me," she whispered harshly.

Reluctantly, Olyvar helped Nysa to leave Riverrun in the dead of the night and travel to the Twins. Little did either one of them know that Smalljon, Cayn, Desmond and Wyl had seen their departure.

Perwyn watched his younger brother stand there in the middle of their father's hall begging that he and his companion be allowed to speak freely and depart quickly. All he wanted was a meeting with his Lord father to discuss House Stark's arrangements. Unfortunately for Olyvar, his father wouldn't hear him. Perwyn, Jared and a few others desired to know what it was that their King and Queen had decided upon, what was discussed after they had left. Another thing Perwyn wondered was why did the King and Queen send Olyvar instead of Stevron?

"And where are the rest of my sons," their father asked.

"They would have come but..."

"Would have come," he choked back a chuckle. "I demanded that they come home. Did your time away turn you all into dishonorable cheats?"

Olyvar tried to argue.

"Do none of you respect your own father anymore?"

"We do, Lord father," he replied nervously.

Perwyn shook his head at his brother's lack of for being diplomatic. Their father was going to continue with his blunt manner. He had to grow a backbone, or he would just be one of the many Freys that lived here - a nameless, faceless oddity in their father's House.

"We also respect our King and our Queen..."

"There's nothing left for us to fight for King Robb - traitorous oath breaker," Lord Walder Frey coughed and pointed towards the cup on his table.

"They want to express their sincere..."

"I would not accept apologies from the Starks, even if it were the Queen herself before me!"

"Then it is a shame that I came all this way," the figure behind Olyvar spoke up.

Perwyn knew that voice. He closed his eyes in frustration. There was no way that she had come here - not with just Olyvar as her guard. But as he heard his brothers, nephews and other kin's shocked voices, he knew that it was their Queen who had come with his younger brother to the Twins.

How foolish of her. How foolish of Olyvar to agree to this!

Perwyn glanced at the doorway then. There would likely be no escape for her now. Why did she decided to do such a thing?

Damn her.