I'm back! Thank you to SeleneAlice for reigniting my writing juices! Hopefully this chapter is okay, it has been a while since I've written anything for this story. So…. enjoy! – SnowandStark 3
Chapter 22
"Somebody give me a sword!" I yelled at anybody that would listen, somebody placed a sword in my hand. I ran over to the cages where they were keeping Grey Wind. Luckily they hadn't got to him yet. I gingerly unlocked the door and opened it slightly, I was still crying, the tears dripping off of my chin. Grey Wind stepped closer to me and licked my face, trying to stem the flow of tears.
"You have to come with me boy." Grey Wind huffed and whined but followed me nonetheless. We made our way through the courtyard and were met with fairly heavy resistance. With fury burning in my blood I slashed my way through the bodies in front of me. Hacking and slashing aimlessly. I heard a roar above me and saw Draco descend on the courtyard. "Little one, what is happening?" I looked up at his big brown eyes.
"They killed Robb, Talisa and Catelyn and pretty much everyone else inside. We only just managed to get out. Please Draco, you and the others have to save as many Stark men as you can. I promised Robb that we would." Draco nodded his large head, a look of pure sorrow in his eyes.
"Don't not worry dear one we will do as you ask, now you must leave quickly before more men arrive." I patted Draco's neck and kissed his nose before he flew off again. Arthur stepped forward and gripped my hand. "Come on Draco is right, we need to get you somewhere safe." I glanced back at the courtyard where Grey Wind was looking at the gates, obviously waiting for Robb.
"Come on Grey Wind we have to go. I'm sorry but Robb isn't coming back. He's gone boy." I think that Grey understood what I was saying because he let out a keening howl. He plodded over to me and I sank my hand in his fur, trying to reassure him. We set out of the courtyard and were met with a horrible sight, Bolton and Frey men were slaughtering the Stark men where they stood, butchering them ruthlessly. Arthur spoke up, "Stark men on me, protect the Queen at all costs!" The Stark men around us rallied themselves and followed us out of the area. The dragons were circling above grabbing as many men as they could and flying them to safety. It was a good job that Robb had insisted on leaving my army far away from the Frey's. We were nearly at the river crossing when a large boom could be heard. The men around me shied away slightly, stepping closer to me. The gate to the bridge was blocked but now there was only a large simmering hole. My knights stepped out of the hole and ran over to us. "You are a sight for sore eyes." They all looked me up and down as if assessing my health. Apart from a few minor injuries the only real one was a large cut down my side, but that could wait. My knights bolstered the small force that we had gathered and we set off across the large bridge. As we got half way across I turned back in time to see the whole camp ablaze, the sound of dying men echoing off the stone. A large hand pressed into the small of my back and urged me forward increasing the space between me and the burning remains of Robb's army. As we reached the end of the bridge we were greeted by my dragons who landed in a tight circle. I was put on top of Saphira, as she was the quickest flier, and soon all of the men who had accompanied us started to clamber onto my dragons. As soon as everyone was aboard we took flight, heading towards the Pendragon army. I leant forward and laid my head onto Saphira's neck, letting the tears flow freely. It took us longer to get to our destination due to the weight of the people hanging onto my dragons, when we did arrive the sight that we were met with lifted my aching heart ever so slightly. There were lots of Stark men in front of me, more than I could comprehend. Saphira dropped the men that she had in her claws, close to the ground, so that she could land properly. I slid down her front leg and looked around me. Jory made his way to the front of the men and walked over to me, taking me in his arms, not saying a word. I buried my head into his chest, looking for any form of comfort. We stood like that for a while until my sobs turned to silent tears. Jory stepped back from me and gently took my hand in his. He led me over to my tent and quietly let us inside. He kissed my forehead and went to leave. "I'll be back in a second." I looked down at my hands which were covered in Robb's blood. A minute had passed and the entrance to my tent opened again, letting Jory and Gwaine inside. They both came over to me Gwaine taking my hands in his and kneeling in front of me. Jory kissed my forehead again and left me with Gwaine. Gwaine collected a bowl of warm water and a cloth and set to work cleaning my hands. He was so gentle, I could hardly even tell that he was touching me. Next he gently removed my dress, careful not to aggravate my side. He cleaned me up and bandaged my wound. Then only clad in an under dress he picked me up and gently placed me in the bed, laying next to me. He pulled me close to his body, resting his head on top of mine. That night I drifted through sleep, images of Robb's death flashing through my mind.
1 Month Later
I still felt numb after seeing part of my family die. We had managed to save just under 2,000 men that night. It made my heart ache a little less to know that we could save so many. But without Robb and Cat for support I was starting to lose my way.
I was making my way to the war tent when I was intercepted by a runner, he handed me a letter and dashed off again. I opened the flap to the tent and headed over to the large table in the middle. To make matters worse Theon had destroyed Winterfell and done God knows what with Bran and Rickon. I looked at the seal on the letter, it was the Baratheon Stag and the Lannister Lion. I broke it in half and proceeded to open the letter. As I scanned the contents of the letter I laughed slightly. Jory walked over and gave me a weird look. "It's from King Joffrey. He's invited me to his wedding." Jory frowned and scratched his chin.
"Do I go?" Jory sighed.
"I think you might have to. Disobeying the King is dangerous. Anyway, you'll get to see Sansa if you go." My thoughts flicked back to the young girl that I left behind at Kings Landing. I smiled slightly realising that I missed her more than I thought I would. I nodded at Jory.
"Okay Jory, we'll leave the army here. I will take a small detachment of men and head for Kings Landing. You'll be able to look after everything for me while I'm gone, won't you?" Jory smiled at me and put a hand on my shoulder. "Of course I will my Queen. I will make all the necessary arrangements. Would you like me to write back to Joffrey to let him know that you will be attending?" I nodded. Jory smiled and walked off to go and sort everything out. I heard barking outside and opened the flap to see Grey stood there. I walked up to him and hugged him. After Robb's death we had both become very close. There were footsteps next to me and I looked up to see Gwaine in all his glory. "If you keep hugging that wolf like that I'm going to get jealous." I stood up and wrapped my arms around Gwaine's neck and kissed him. Gwaine put his hands on my waist and smiled into the kiss. We broke apart and headed to the feast tent to get some food. I filled him in on my plan to go to Kings Landing. He wasn't very happy with my plan but he agreed nonetheless. After dinner I went back to my tent and packed all of the things that I would need during my trip. After everything was packed I changed into my night-time clothes and went to bed.