Authors Notes: This chapter is not focused on one character as it is focused on one vision.
"You see a person's real colours when you are no longer beneficial to their life."-Britt Balduk
Jory Cassel PoV
Theon's betrayal was hard to take. This was because Winterfell had raised him. Of course he wasn't raised here by choice but it was better than being raised by savages like the Boltons. The Boltons may have been the Stark's allies but I can't help but think that they're savages. Even more so than the wildlings, at least the wildlings don't skin a man! Moving on, I thought of the memories with the boys. Robb was always diligent, playful at times but mature. Brandon was-had been a great climber. Hopefully he's doing fine now. Rickon was a kind boy, enough to be called foolish but he was still I child last I remember. Now Jon Snow was a unfortunately boy. He was a great student, he was mature and definitely held the Stark family dearly. He was a bastard but that didn't make me dislike him. Now Theon, he...was a...
My vision blurred, my mind blanked and as I thought of Lord Stark my mind faded and...
Saw nothing but grey, then as I took a breath, "The rains of Castamere" Played
One night, I hold on you
Ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, you
Castamere, Castamere, Castamere, Castamere
As I got my bearings, in a distance I saw something floating towards me
A coat of gold, a coat of red
A lion still has claws
And mine are long and sharp, my Lord
As long and sharp as yours
It was a Wolf's head without a body. Blood poured down his severed head as I felt familiarity towards him. "Greywind" flew through my head "Greywind!" Then I shook my head and it disappeared. Then i noticed a figure riding towards me on a horse, however...
And so he spoke, and so he spoke
That Lord of Castamere
And now the rains weep o'er his halls
With no one there to hear
The horse was ridden by a man with no head. "Robb" Yet another feeling of familiarity flowed through me. "Stark," I could figure out it could be, I felt it. Was it Eddard? no he had already perished so who "The King" could "In" it "The" be? "North!" Then realization struck me...
Yes, now the rains weep o'er his halls
And not a soul to hear
Ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh
Pain filled my and in despair I screamed.
AN: There's so much OOC I could write a poem.
Next Time: The Young Wolf, King Robb Stark of Winterfell.
"Cries on the inside"