CHAPTER SEVEN - DARK WINGS, DARK WORDS

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Winterfell

It's been a few days since Jon has gone North. Lara is getting restless. She paced around in her room, until she heard a loud thud from the room beside her. Bran. Or it could be Catelyn.

Lara went over to check, and it was Catelyn on the floor, with a hidden figure trying to stab her.

"No!" Lara yelled as she tried to push away the figure, but then it tried to stab Lara.

It? Yes, it. The figure was all in black and it moved swiftly. Thankfully, Lara was strong enough resist the dagger pressed firmly at her abdomen until Summer intervened and tried to shred the masked assassin to pieces. The masked assassin stopped moving, and Lara immidiately grabbed the dagger and went over to Catelyn, she noticed that her hand was bleeding.

Then footsteps came closer, Bran's door was slammed open, it was Robb.

"What happened?!" Robb yelled.

"That," Lara pointed to the masked figure, but noticed it had fled in a blink of an eye.

"What?" Robb asked impatiently.

"There was an assassin, it tried to kill Bran," Lara replied, holding an unshaken Catelyn.

"I-it's true," Catelyn said quietly.

Lara felt rage within her, someone tried to kill in her home. She stood up and touched Robb's shoulder.

"Take care of your mother," Lara pointed out to her wound, "close the window,close the door."

Robb nodded at her instructions, and closed the door as she left.

She entered the hall, where the feasts and festivities in the past had occurred here. She saw Rodrik Cassel, speaking with the Maester. They noticed her presence and greeted her but she didn't greet back, instead she threw the dagger furiously to a table in front of them.

"This dagger was used to try and kill Bran, lady Catelyn, and me," she yelled at Rodrik Cassel, as he picked up the dagger.

"I want no man in or out of Winterfell, if there's a man or woman trying to get out, I want them to be taken to a cell," she ordered, "NOW!"

"Aye, my lady," Rodrik rushed out.

Then the Maester looked surprised at her, "m-my lady, your stomach…"

Lara felt drained, her vision was blurry, then she pressed her finger to her belly. There was pain, and then she looked at her finger, there was blood.

"Shit," she cursed silently, before falling to the floor.

"Lara!" A voice shouted, and she managed to open her eyes slowly. She noticed that it was Rickon.

"Rickon," Lara said, "what happened?"

"You were out for days," Rickon said, "I was worried!" and he hugged her badly.

"what has happened? While I'm gone?" Lara asked once more.

"Mother left, with Rodrik. They need to go South," Rickon said, "but don't worry, they'll be back pretty soon."

"why did they leave?" Lara said.

"I don't know… Robb wouldn't tell me, says I'm too young for it."

"Rickon," Lara said, "will you be a dear and get my cloak?"

Rickon nodded as Lara sat up on her bed, she noticed Shaggydog was following the boy wherever he goes. Rickon handed her the cloak, the one that she had made to look like her uncle's. She wore it and walked to the hall.

There was Robb and Theon, sitting after their meal.

"Where the hell is your mother?" Lara asked loudly, and Robb turned his back swiftly.

"You're awake!" Theon exclaimed.

"Yes, yes," Lara rolled her eyes, "and you're not dead yet."

"She's down South," Robb said, still unconvinced that Lara's present in front of him.

"Why would she go there? It's dangerous," Lara complained.

"Look," Robb said, grabbing Lara's shoulder, "it's good that you are here now, but we should talk with the maester."

Lara glanced at Theon, and Robb noticed that she didn't want Theon there. Robb turned to Theon. "Could you check on Rickon? Last time he's alone with that direwolf, he nearly destroyed the whole kitchen."

Theon nodded, and Lara look a bit more relieved. Somehow, she didn't trus Theon Greyjoy.

"Come on," Robb touched her back, and led her to the maester.

"Thank the Gods you're alive, my lady, you've been gone for weeks…" the old man grinned.

"I feared you'll lose more blood, but the Gods are good. Your organs are unharmed, but I'm afraid you'll have a bit of digestion problems for a while, there were scratches, but -,"

"It doesn't matter, maester. Tell me everything that has happened while I'm gone," Lara said seriously.

"Well, we didn't catch the assassin, but… we might have an idea who arranged all of this," he frowned.

"The Lannisters Lara…" Robb groaned, and she shook her head.

But of course! It made perfect sense! Bran never falls… someone pushed him because he saw something. What was the rumor about Lannisters again, Cersei and Jaime having an incestuous affair, Lara thought.

This was perfect, the puzzle's complete.

"I'm sure they did it," Lara said bitterly, "Cersei and Jaime Lannister, the rumors are true! They thought they could silence Bran."

"We don't know yet Lara," Robb furrowed his eyebrows.

"Robb, it made sense! I mean look at Cersei's children, they barely look like the King, what if all this time, she's been fucking the kingslayer..." Lara argued.

"Seven hells," the maester cursed quietly under his breath.

"What do we do then?" Robb asked to his equal.

"We try to get back Uncle Ned, Sansa and Arya," Lara said, "the South's not safe anymore. We need to play our chess pieces right."

"Is there anything that I can do, my lady?" the old maester asked humbly.

"Yes, could you get me some parchment please? I need to write to the King…" Lara said, and the maester nodded and walked away.

"The King… are you stupid? What if the wrong person sees the letter? What if the king thinks you're commiting treason?" Robb said sternly.

"I know that," she hissed back, but then her tone softened, "I know what I'm doing, I'm going to write that Bran died, and that his family is needed…"

"Lying?" Robb asked, unsure of Lara's plans.

"The King has a soft spot for me, Robb. We need to take our chances," Lara sighed.

"It sounds like a good plan," Robb looked at Lara softly, "we'll get them back, I know we will." Lara smiled, and embraced Robb.

"We need to trust each other," Lara said, "It's on both of us now."

"Aye," Robb sighed into her hair.

King's Landing

King Robert was drinking his wine and holding tits of a whore when his squire came in, a letter from Winterfell. Robert cursed and cursed as he opened the letter without any seal, but softened once he knew that Lara Stark was writing to him.

'To his highness, King Robert Baratheon, First of his name, Ruler of the Andals, Rhoynar, and the First Men.

It's been a month since you've left Winterfell with my uncle and cousins, I've missed having such great and merry company around. Now, all that's left is nothing but sorrow.

My cousin, Bran, had passed on. His last wish was to have his father and sisters by his side one last time. Please, send my uncle and cousins for his burial. Please your grace, I only ask of you this.

Lara Stark.'

Robert groaned, he glared at Lancel Lannister, "Send Ned Stark here, and get these whore out."

"Yes, your grace," Lancel said sheepishly.

Cersei Lannister was drinking wine, looking over King's Landing like it belonged to her. Suddenly her room opened, and there was Jaime Lannister entering.

"Your grace," Jaime teased.

"Did you know what came in today?" Cersei said coldly, looking at Jaime, finding that he only raised his eyebrow.

"A raven from Winterfell," Cersei said.

"What of it?" Jaime asked smugly.

"Bran Stark died," Cersei said, sipping her wine. Jaime smirked.

"Well that's such a horrible news, poor boy," Jaime said sarcastically.

"It is," Cersei nodded, but her eyes were empty, "had it ever occurred to you that it's impossible, knowing we sent that man to murder that boy, and in the letter, it was written he died from the fall?"

Jaime was silent.

"Lara Stark wrote it Jaime," Cersei said, the temper rising in her tone, "that girl knows."

"And where is this letter now?" Jaime asked.

"with my husband, he has ordered for Ned Stark to return for Winterfell along with the Stark girls," Cersei said.

"If Ned Stark goes home, he'll tell Robert! And our children…" Cersei whimpered.

"They won't die, do you hear me?" Jaime said, pulling her into a hug. "We have to move quickly, that girl is smarter than we thought."

"She thinks she can get them to safety, she's wrong. I'll burn their keeps to the ground if I have to, I won't let them touch my children," Cersei hissed.

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