CHAPTER EIGHT - WINTER IS COMING
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King's Landing
Sansa was walking with Septa Unella, her eyes bloodshot from crying. She was leaving the Red Keep. She wondered to herself, why had she been so upset? Bran died, but she was not that close to Bran. She was more upset by the fact that she's leaving the Red Keep, all the knights, ladies of court, and Joffrey.
Suddenly, at her track, she stopped by to turn around and glanced at the highest window of the Red Keep. She then proceded to sit on the cart besidde Arya and her Septa.
"I can't believe that Bran died," Arya said, but Sansa just rolled her eyes harshly.
Suddenly, Sansa was just crying when the carriage has moved, only to be comforted by septa Unella.
Ned Stark couldn't stand Sansa's crying, he knew she was more upset by the fact that she was leaving King's Landing. Ned Stark knew what all of this meant, Bran couldn't have died. Catelyn was there to tell him everything, he couldn't have died.
This was arranged by Lara, why? Ned thought.
"Halt," Ned said, then he got off his horse, and went to the carriage, where there were Arya, Sansa, and their Septa.
"Arya," Ned said, "come here."
Arya raised her eyebrow and walked over to Ned's side, as she walked, Ned was amused. She was wearing pants, and carrying around her small sword. Her water dancing lessons were cut short.
"I want you to ride with Jory, it'll be safer," Ned said.
Arya nodded in relief, she didn't want to be seated with Sansa.
Ned walked over Jory's horse and lifted Arya so she can ride with Jory. Jory looked at Ned suspiciously and unmounted himself.
"What's goin' on?" Jory asked.
"Something feels off," Ned said, "you've got the fastest horse, I want you to travel ahead… and don't ever leave Arya alone."
Jory raised an eyebrow and frowned, "what about Sansa?"
"Sansa could blend in better if we're caught, she's betrothed to Joffrey, I fear for Arya more," Ned lowered his gaze, lowering his tone so only Jory can hear him.
"Tell everything we know to Robb and Lara, tell them winter is coming," Ned said.
Jory nodded, and both men embraced and bid their farewells.
Jory rode on his horse with Arya and advanced, while Ned watched silently and prayed for his daughter's safety.
"Where's Arya going?" Sansa asked rudely, "why aren't we going as fast as she is?"
"We'll catch up," Ned said solemnly, which earned a silent eye roll from Sansa. Then he made his way back to his horse.
Lara's on to something, why would she say Bran's died when Catelyn said he would survive a few days ago? Ned thought, as the Stark party rode North.
They've been riding for hours, and suddenly a Stark man yelled from behind. "Lannister Men!"
"Hold your horses," Ned yelled back, then he sat silently on his horse. Then the captain of the Lannister men went in front of Ned with his horse.
"Who sent you?" Ned glared softly, though knowing that it was the queen who sent them, it was not a moment ago before he left, that he discovered that Robert's children were bastards.
"The King has died after he came back from his hunt," the guard said, and Ned was silent. His best friend had died.
"King Robert has decreed that I, Lord Eddard Stark will go back to Winterfell and bury my son," Ned replied solemnly.
"The King has died, now the new King, Joffrey of house Baratheon, has given out a royal command for lord Eddard Stark to return and swore fealty," The man said, "I'm afraid, you can't refuse my Lord."
Ned glared and raised his eyebrow, while Sansa slipped from the carriage and went beside Ned. She grasped his hands firmly, "let's go back, father, Joffrey's king now, and we must pay respects to his father," Sansa said with hope in her eyes.
Ned looked at Sansa with horror in his eyes, she was so naïve.
"Where's your other daughter, my lord?" the captain asked nicely, after he glanced at Sansa.
But Ned stayed silent, while Sansa looked at him to speak. Ned could see the man glaring through his helmet.
"Please cooperate with me, it'll be much more easier for the both of us," the man said.
Ned raised his eyebrow at the man. Silence. The man in the lannister armor was starting to get impatient. He looked at the other Lannister guard and nodded.
The Lannister guard nodded back as if accepting a command and plunge his sword through a Stark soldier, who was riding beside the carriage that carried the septa. Sansa screamed in response, she was terrored by that man's actions. The septa looked shocked and her breathing was fast now, she just witness the murder of an innocent man.
"I'm sure the queen mother would love to see you now, my lord," the Lannister captain smirked.
Winterfell
Lara woke up late, she had taken a bath and had changed her clothes, a dress similarly made like the ones Catelyn Stark likes to wear. Lara had brushed her pale blonde locks and tied it to a braid. She hated the way her hair felt if she lets it fall down to her waist, then she went outside of her room and into the hall only to find Robb, Theon, and maester Luwin in distraught.
"What's all this?" Lara asked.
"It's not something you want to read," Theon said, looking down at her feet. Lara noticed his sheepish attitude and decided something bad has happened.
"I'll be the judge of that," Lara said solemnly.
Theon looked at her, then looked at Robb. Robb looked at Lara and furrowed his eyebrows, giving her the piece of parchment. Lara took the piece of parchment and began to read it.
Once she read it, Lara's hands began to tremble. Her plan failed, she failed to bring them home. Her uncle, cousins who she thought as sisters were now out of reach and are deeper than before in the Lion's den.
"Sansa…" Lara mumbled, then she looked at Robb with a pair of guilty eyes, "I'm sorry… I'm so sorry I can't bring them home."
Robb shook his head, "It's not your fault, the queen's moving faster, she made Sansa wrote all of her shit," he hissed.
"She's smart," Lara said with hate, "the bitch is smart."
"You're smarter," Robb muttered, then he looked at the maester.
"Call in the banners," Robb commanded, and the maester looked at him proudly.
"All of them, my lord?" the maester asked.
"They've sworn to defend my father have they not?" Robb challenged.
"They have," the maester replied.
"Then we'll see what their words are worth," Robb replied harshly.
The maester nodded, and he left. Lara sighed, Robb was good with the sword, but he's never fought in a war before. He's not a seasoned warrior.
"I'll need you by my side," Robb said softly to Lara, and Lara replied with a nod and a soft smile.
"Are you afraid?" Theon smirked at Robb.
Robb looked at his hands and Lara saw it were trembling, her feet was shivering too, she was afraid.
"I must be," Robb shrugged.
"Good," Theon replied, "it means you're not stupid."
Lara sighed quietly and closed her eyes, then she looked at Robb. "Robb," she said to gain his attention.
"What about Jon?" She asked, worried for her lover.
"He'll be safer on the Wall," Robb said, and Lara was about to open her mouth and argue.
"We need him more than ever, we need him safe now more than ever," Robb said, earning a soft and relieved expression on Lara's face.
"I understand," Lara said.
I might not meet him again, but I'd rather have him alive than him dying on a field of stinking corpses. Besides, the vow includes not to bed women right? Lara tried to comfort herself.
Lara then looked at the window and saw ravens flying across the sky, they were going to every northern noble house, calling them for their loyalty. This means war.
Later on that night, Lara was pacing across her room, then she decided to write a letter to Jon, with a parchment on the wooden table, a candle to give light, and armed with a quill, she began to fill that parchment with all her emotions.
'To my dearest Jon,
I miss you more than you ever know. Robb and I are facing war, the Lannisters have chained uncle Ned, and put Sansa and Arya into cages like they are songbirds. We'll make them pay. Jon, we have no chance with each other, I'd rather have you away from the battles than die in one. I love you Jon, I really do. We came to Winterfell together, and we grew up together, but it's time for me to move on, and let the girl die within me.
Forget about me Jon, do yourself a favor. I won't wait for you, and you shouldn't too.
Lara Stark.'
Lara put the quill down, and climbed into her bed. Lara decided that it was best for everyone that way, she loved Jon. She still do, and that night she cursed Jon for ruining other men for her and sobbed as she put herself to sleep.
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"The last time I was a part of all this, I sent a letter so that my uncle could go home, and that all you lot could wine and dine in the safety of your keeps!" Lara roared, earning the furrowed expressions of northern lords around her.
"I am Brandon Stark's daughter! By right if I had been a man, you would be kneeling and proclaim me king, but I'm not asking that of you. My father went south and he died, this time your liege lord went south, what if he died? I want him to make it back home and tell those Lannister piss that Winter is Coming!" She roared louder than ever.
"So… if you think I don't share the same values as you do, then my lords, show me the way out."