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Sequel to Lady of Winterfell.


Chapter Four: Execution of Roose Bolton.

Staring at the man that had betrayed him and his family, Robb could not help but feel anger at what had happened; he almost wished that he were the one that would be carrying out his sentence. Roose Bolton was to be executed. There was no way around that and Robb's only regret was that he would not be able to deal with Ramsey Snow right away; there was so much happening and he would take back his home when the time was right.

Lady Mormont would do as he had ordered her, she would go North and make sure that Ramsey could not do more damage than he already had. The North would not bow down to the Bolton bastard, he would pay for what he had done and Robb was eager to take back his home; he had high hopes that the Mormont forces would be able to handle what little forces Ramsey had stationed at Winterfell.

The rain poured down upon them and Robb rested his hand on his blade watching as Roose Bolton was led towards the execution block where he would be executed for his crimes; many lords had come to see the sight of the traitor. Men jeered and spat at him, anger filling them at the ambitious jumpstarts that had nearly sent them back under Lannister rule just for the chance to be Warden of the North.

Roose did not even look Robb's way as he was lead to the execution block, the looks that the other Lords gave him made him want to sneer back at that; he had once been one of them and none of them could see the bigger picture. Now he had to deal with the consequences of his actions, while he had been locked away, he had thought about how things might have been if he had won; he would have been Warden of the North now.

Probably hearing the news that his new wife was with child, though he had no doubts that his seed had stuck and the fat cow was with his child even now though they would have nothing to inherit. His lands were forfeit to the crown, he had lost everything and he prayed his bastard would give them hell for what they were about to do to him.

There would have been no one to oppose him and his family would have risen higher than they had ever been; his new wife would have given him a son and heir that he could have been proud of. Stannis stared at Roose as the man was brought to the spot where he was to be executed; he was a prisoner of war and as such it had taken a lot of discussion to decide who would execute him especially on counts of treason.

It had not been an easy decision, Robb and his Lords had argued that it had been treason against them that Roose should answer for; he should be executed by the North, he was their traitor. Finally, Robb had managed to make Stannis agree that it should be him, he was his father's son afterall and the man that passed the sentence should swing the sword; he would be the one to execute the traitor.

"Roose Bolton. You are here to be executed on charges of treason against the North were upon you conspired to murder King Robb. His wife, Queen Sanira. And members of the Northern nobility," Stannis said announcing the chargers ignoring the boos and jeers that came from the crowd that had gathered. He looked at Roose who just stared right ahead, he did not look at Stannis or Robb; it was almost like he was lost in thought, he just stared right ahead trying to ignore the calls for his death.

A part of him wondered if he had been successful in getting his wife pregnant if there would be another generation of House Bolton; he might still have an heir on the way. Ramsey would be put down that Roose was sure of, he knew just what his bastard was capable of and he could only hope that he gave the North hell before he was taken out.

Murmurs of a prayer barely reached Roose, he slowly dropped to his knees and placed his head into position before he closed his eyes; it would be over soon enough. Taking his sword with a steady hand, Robb swung removing Roose's head in a swift movement; there was no hesitation and he glared down at the beheaded body knowing that his actions would forever scar his family.

Walder Frey and Roose Bolton were dead now, their actions forever tainting the war and the fact that they had sort to murder them for their own advancement only made Robb wonder if others were capable of such a thing.


"You're leaving me here," Sanira stated staring at her husband, she had known that this was coming and she had thought that she would be more prepared for this; she had hoped that she would be back on her feet by then. In the two weeks since the attack, Sanira had been slowly recovering from her injuries and she had hoped that there would be more time before she was left behind at the Twins and Robb continued the campaign.

However, she was nowhere near recovered for such a trip and Sanira would only slow them down; she would be forced to stay here with the new Lord of the Crossing as her host while she continued to recover. Robb was in no mood to argue with her, they could not delay when they had the element of surprise; he could not hold back when they had a plan. There was no reason for them to delay and his men were recovered enough to move forward, they would use the element of surprise to their advantage.

"Joffrey is set to marry the Tyrell girl and it will be the perfect distraction," Robb insisted with the Lannisters focused on such an occasion, they would have their Queen and be completely unprepared for the Baratheon-Stark forces to attack. Casterly Rock would be undefended and most of the Lannisters would be attending the wedding; it was meant to be the biggest royal wedding in such a long time and the cost was meant to nearly crippling the crown.

Sanira frowned at that, she wished that there were something that she could do to help; instead, she was stuck here while she recovered from her stomach wounds. Her recovery was a slow one and given that she had lost quite a bit of blood, there had been a chance that she could have died and she had been incredibly lucky that she survived.

"What is to happen to me?" Sanira asked looking down at her hands, she did not even know if she would have any more children; they might only have Karlon as a child. The loss of her baby was something raw, she felt so guilty that she had not been able to protect them; she had never thought that this would happen to her and she wished she could be of more help.

"You are to remain here while you continue to recover. Your brother shall stay to ensure you're safety with his men," Robb told her, he trusted Arthur with his life and should the Lannisters try to take the twins then they were in for a surprise. A small number of men would remain here, he had no doubts that the Lannisters thought the Twins under their control and if they managed to take Casterly Rock then their hold would spread while the Lannisters lost control.

He was making sure that no matter what happened, that the Lannisters would not be able to take the North and the Trident while he was gone if it remained manned. There was a lot at stake and Robb knew that he was going to need someone to be his eyes and ears around the North while he was away; he did not want to be caught unaware again.

"Once you are recovered. I shall have need of you, I hope to bring the Vale to our side and we shall need them in the long run," Robb admitted quietly, he glanced at Aiana knowing that she was loyal to his wife. He did not trust his mother to send her to his aunt and he would need Sanira to negotiate for him; Lysa would be tricky to bring to heal but he had a plan for that.

Staring at him, Sanira was not sure what to say to that and it would only be the start of her duties as the Queen in the North; she would have to fight for her title just as he would. It was going to be a steep learning curve, Sanira would not have anyone to teach her what she was doing; she could only hope that this would work out, there were a lot of people depending on her.

"Be safe," Sanira said taking his hand, she wished that she could go with him but she was not going to be much help; she could only hope that everything would work out. There was so much at stake and there had already been one attempt to kill them both, it meant that they were seen as a threat that needed to be dealt with off the field.

"I am lucky in battle as I am in love," Robb replied before kissing her softly, it would be months before they would see each other again; he prayed that when they were reunited that all would be well. Sanira closed her eyes as he left her chambers, she prayed to the Gods that they would bring the Lannisters to justice for what they had done; they would learn what it meant to have everything ripped away from them.


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