"Theon Greyjoy is the commander of the western royal army, the only people who can get near to him are the King's personal guards, so if you want to get close to him, the only way is to be a royal guard yourself." Bran said as he stared at his father "The lucky thing is he has camped his men a few miles south of here. But the main problem is where are going to get you the armor." he added. "We could try to sneak in." Ned simply said as Bran laughed.

"Are you crazy dad? The camp is filled with soldiers ten times than the streets of King's Landing." Bran said as a boy of age sixteen came in. "I just received reports from our scouts that the mad king is delivering some prisoners up North to the Night's Watch and the person in charge of the convoy is a royal guard." the boy said. "Well done Rickon." Bran said and patted the boy's shoulder before looking at his father "We'll get you the armor, after that, it's all up to you to kill that son of a bitch." he added.

And true enough, Bran's men ambushed the convoy and killed the soldier in charge and stripped him off his uniform. "Once Theon's dead, light the signal fire and we'll charge in." Bran said. "And show this paper to any guard who stop you, just tell them it's from the king." Rickon added. "Understood." Ned replied as he walked right into the camp without even arousing suspicions.

"Here to see the commander under orders from the King." Ned said in his best voice and handed over the paper that was forged by Rickon. "Go right on in." the guard replied and gestured his hand to the tent. "I told you that I want to be left alone!" Theon yelled but calmed down when he noticed the royal guard emblem "What does the king want of me?" he asked.

"This." Ned replied and stabbed Theon in the chest a couple of times. Theon fell backwards as blood gushed out from his wound "I took you in and this is how you repay me!" Ned snapped angrily. "Who are you...what's happening?" Theon asked as he clutched his wound. "You know who I am." Ned replied. "I've never seen you before in my life! Robb's apple. He uses it to control men you...you have to believe me. I...I was not in my right mind." Theon answered. "What you did at the Dreadfort was of no one's mind but yours." Ned said.

"The Dreadfort? I...I've never set foot in that fort in my life." Theon replied as he reached out for Ned's arm "Please, Robb, he's gone mad. You, you have to bring him down. He's no more a man but a monster. Find Jaime Lannister in Casterly Rock. He can help you..." he said with his final amount of strength before closing his eyes.

"Well, this is awkward." Ned muttered to himself as he walked out of the tent and lighted the signal fire. "This is it! For the North!" Bran shouted as his men gave a war cry before charging towards the camp. It took less than five minutes for the rebels to crush the sleeping royalists, after the massacre Ned looked around for his sons. "Theon told me before he died, to find Jaime Lannister at Casterly Rock." Ned said. "Jaime? He's a fucking good archer, I hope he's well though, last I heard he was captured by the King's men." Rickon said.

"Then we have to break him out." Bran said after thinking. "But how?" Rickon asked "They say that Casterly Rock can take on a million men and the same million men will be repelled, and need I remind you that Casterly Rock is under the mad king's flag and not our Lannister allies." he added. "The only way is to get arrested." Ned suggested. "A good plan but who will go?" Bran asked.

"I will." Rickon said after some pondering. "NO!" both Ned and Bran yelled at the same time. "Listen, you two are the face of the rebellion, if any of you die, the rebellion will die with you." Rickon said. "Alright lad, we'll let you go but...you must stay alive." Ned replied. "That's what I'm good at." Rickon answered.

The next day, Rickon purposely revealed himself in the middle of Casterly Rock and was captured by Lord Karstark and his men. "It's the youngest of the Stark family, Your Grace." Karstark said. "He survived the ambush? Remarkable." Robb said with a smile. "Yes, well, I've captured one myself, Your Grace. In the dungeons, the Lannister who joined that traitor, Loras Tyrell." Greatjon Umber said.

"Have them both beheaded, along with a score of citizens taken at random, as an example to all." Robb ordered. "Random citizens? Isn't that rather harsh, Your Grace?" Greatjon asked. "Harsh? Is it harsh to defend our freedoms? Is it harsh to extinguish those who would enslave us? Lord Umber, I suggest you examine your commitment to the cause, my lord!" Robb said with anger. "I'll have the scaffolds made ready." Greatjon said quickly and walked out. "Rickard, I fear Lord Umber is going soft. See to it that this so called rebellion is crushed, and I'll consider rearranging who's in command." Robb said.

"I already have a plan, Your Grace." Karstark said with a smile. Robb said nothing and walked towards his quarters with Karstark tagging along as the guards dragged Rickon to the dungeons. Rickon glanced around making sure that there was only a few guards before kicking a guard in the nuts, the other guards noticed it and quickly drew their swords. Just as Rickon believed he was going to die, a huge man burst in brandishing his sword and killed all the guards with a single strike "Lord Umber?" he asked in shock.

"Aye, let's get you and that Lannister out of here, it won't be long before Robb finds out of my betrayal." Greatjon said as he cut the ropes that were around Rickon's wrists. The two of them made their way to the lower dungeons and broke Jaime Lannister out of his cell before making their way to the rebel headquarters. When the rebels noticed the Greatjon coming they surrounded him with their weapons drawn "Wait! He's an ally, he helped us escape!" Jaime said stopping them.

"I've come to my senses, I want to help the rebellion." Greatjon said worriedly. "What of the murder of my friend Renly? The families of House Dustin? What about the farm that you burned down with everyone inside?" Loras Tyrell stated as he approached. "All horrible but I really have no control of my mind then, I was being forced to kill." Greatjon answered. "I'll trust you for now but if I find you telling any of the mad king's men, I'll find you and gut you myself!" Loras said and stormed off as the rebels lowered their weapons.

"Ser Loras! The King has left Casterly Rock for King's Landing!" a soldier reported. "I have heard a few rumors that the southern gate commander is sympathetic towards us, we can march our forces straight out of the city by nightfall." Loras said and the soldiers begin to prepare for their journey. "I shall join you to prove my loyalty." Greatjon stated. "Very well." Loras replied "How about you Jaime? Rickon? Will you both be joining us?" he asked.

"Nope, we have things to do before we ride to join Bran Stark in Winterfell." Jaime replied. "Good, we shall see you when Bran takes the capital, good luck." Loras said as he hugged Jaime goodbye. "So, where to now?" Rickon asked. "First, we have to recover a few weapons that my brother Tyrion hid before he died, next we have to recover my armor which was taken from me by my sister Cersie." Jaime answered. "Alright, what shall we do with your sister, I heard that she supports Robb with her life?" Rickon asked. "Kill her." was only Jaime's reply.

After recovering all of Jaime's belongings, Rickon and Jaime made their way towards the southern gate to find hundred of bodies with arrows sticking out of them. "They're the Tyrell guards." Jaime said in shock. "What happened here?" Rickon demanded from a young boy who was hiding behind a bush. The young boy lifted his head and said "Terrible, it was. Terrible! The rebels were overwhelmed, outnumbered four to one. I have never seen such slaughter, that were so many blood."

Jaime looked around and saw Loras Tyrell's body lying face down in a pool of blood with ten arrows sticking out from his body, his sword lying a few feet in front of him. "Where's Lord Umber?" Rickon asked. "I saw the Karstark soldiers dragging him away." the boy replied. "We have to free him." Jaime said immediately. Just then a flying arrow struck the young boy in the heart, and Rickon turned around to find Rickard Karstark with ten of his guards approaching.

Jaime took a step forward as Karstark dragged an injured Greatjon and forced him to kneel "Just one move, and he's dead." Karstark said as he pointed his dagger at the Greatjon. "Don't care about me! Go!" Greatjon shouted. "Shut it!" Karstark shouted and punched the Greatjon in the face. Jaime took an arrow and loaded it onto his bow while Rickon drew out his sword, but what the Karstark soldiers didn't realize was that the Greatjon was already crawling away to safety. "Now!" Rickon shouted and Jaime fired his arrow that pierced thru two of the Karstark men before founding it's mark on Rickard's chest.

By then, the Greatjon managed to grab a weapon and begin slaughtering all of the remaining soldiers before grabbing the injured Rickard as Rickon and Jaime came forward. "I've done such horrible deeds...it's the Apple, but...that's no excuse. Every man holds evil deep within, the apple just brought it out." was Rickard Karstark's last words before dying.

Meanwhile, Bran, Ned and their soldiers arrived at The Twins that is now held by House Baratheon. "We have to cross it, we must cross it." Ned said. "The Baratheons have held The Twins for thousands of years, and they will never allow anybody to cross it without paying debts." Bran said as two riders approached. "Lord Stannis, has granted you passage to cross, only if you dine with him tonight. What answer will you give to our lord?" the rider asked. "Tell your lord, we are grateful and we accept his offer." Bran replied.

Once night fell, Bran and Ned and all their generals dined with the Baratheons, when Stannis stood up with his cup raised. "This is to Bran Stark, the leader of the rebellion!" he yelled as dozens of crossbow men appeared along the sidewalk. "What treachery is this?!" Ned demanded just as a crossbow bolt hit his shoulder. Bran was stunned for a few seconds before he realized what was going on but he was too late as the crossbow men shot him down, he fell to the ground with blood gushing out of his wounds as he saw his generals being stabbed in the back as they rushed to help him.

Stannis drew his dagger and lifted Bran up "Robb Stark sends his regards." he whispered before stabbing the dagger into Bran's heart.

Ned awoke to find himself outside The Twins, he sat up and saw Rickon tending to his wounds "Bran...is he dead?" he asked. "Amazingly, no. Jaime Lannister in now at Riverrun with the remainder of our forces tending to brother's wounds." Rickon replied. "Aye, your son is fucking lucky, we found him dragging your body along the King's Road even though blood was streaming down his chest and face. He fainted after telling us what happened, and the funny thing was Stannis Baratheon stabbed Bran's chest instead of his heart." Greatjon said as he approached.

"What of Stannis?" Ned asked. "The Twins is being put to the sword right now as we speak, once Edmure Tully heard about what happened, he rode out with his men and attacked the Baratheons taking them all by surprise." Rickon said. "Time to rest my lord, we'll wake you once we reach Riverrun." Greatjon said and Ned slept peacefully knowing that Bran survived the attack despite his wounds.