CHAPTER TEN - DEAD STARK

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Somewhere near Riverrun

Lara was sitting atop of her brown steed, holding it's reins. Her fingers trembles at the cold leather. The weather was not as harsh as back there in Winterfell. Yet the situation was harsh because she might lose Robb Stark today, her cousin.

Lady Catelyn looked extremely worried, the boy was off to his first battle. She was persistent to stay and wait for the arrival of Robb, even if Ser Rodrik was insistent that she be escorted immidiately back to camp just in case Robb lost. However, Lara assured her that with Robb leading the army, following her war plans, he will make it.

Soon Robb's army was galloping back from the distance, Lara was relieved to see Robb. The small sob and grin from lady Catelyn also showed that she felt the same way as Lara did.

Lara went down from my horse to greet Robb and the other lords, they smelled like horse shit, Lara thought.

Then, Lara heard a grunt. She glanced to her left and she saw a muddied yet bloody man, it was Jaime Lannister. By the time she made her way to the Kingslayer, lord Umber's sword was ready at hid neck.

Jaime smirked at the silver headed Stark, and greeted. "Lady Stark," then he looked at Catelyn amusingly, "Lady Stark, I'd give you my sword, but I've seemed to lost it."

Lady Stark looked at him like he was trash, "It is not your sword I want," she said bitterly, "give me my daughters back, give me my husband." There was a hint of desperation seeping between her words.

Jaime sighed, "I've lost them too I'm afraid."

"Kill him Robb! Send his head to his father," Theon roared proudly.

Jaime smirked, he looked at Robb like he was stupid. He then glanced at Lara. "We've never had the pleasure of talking before."

Lara looked down on him, with a serious expression on her face. "Perhaps, we'll talk in your cell soon, if my cousin decides to spare you."

Jaime chuckled darkly, then he turned to Theon. "See ? even she wants my company, sending my head to my father would be a shame."

"Perhaps we could send your manhood," Theon offered, earning chuckles from Robb's men. Lara could see Lady Catelyn loosing her patience and Robb looked like he was about to cut both Theon's and Jaime's head off.

"That'll be a shame too Greyjoy," Lara looked seductively at Jaime, but then she looked at him like he's beneath her, earning an intense gaze from the Kingslayer's dark eyes. "Lancel Lannister still needs it," Lara continued. Earning a vicious smirk from the Lannister.

"A joke of course," Lara said to the Kingslayer, who nodded curtly at her.

"Ah yes, rumours these days are horrible," Jaime replied shortly, "especially ones surrounding you with that bastard boy toy of yours."

Lara glared darkly at Jaime Lannister, "we can't all be Lannisters Ser Jaime, we ain't as pretty," Lara said carefully, "we don't 'ave the talent to act like you and your sister as well."

"Take him In irons, lord Umber," lady Catelyn ordered.

"We'll talk soon girl," Jaime said lightly. And the crowd roared as he was being taken away.

Robb looked down, as Theon approached him. "I've sent two thousand men to their graves today."

"The bards will sing songs about their sacrifice," Theon replied to Robb's remark.

Robb sighed, "aye but the dead won't hear them."

Lara sighed and gave Robb a strong look, "get ready," she said softly.

"you're going to send three thousand more."

This war is far from over.

King's Landing

Sansa was afraid, she had her light blue gown on. She was determined to make the crowds of people fall in love with her during her father's sentencing to the Wall.

She looked at Joffrey, who was know King since the late Robert Baratheon was dead when Sansa was heavily escorted back to King's Landing. She smiled, thinking of how golden antlers looked good on top his blonde hair.

Suddenly she snapped back into reality when Pycelle finished speaking. It was Joffrey's time to pass on her father's punishment. Then the crowds roared.

Kill him.

Mercy, mercy your Grace.

The Watch.

Joffrey waved his hand and smiled to the crowd, "My mother wished for me to let lord Eddard join the Night's Watch. Stripped of all titles and power, to serve the realm in permanent exile. But my lady Sansa begged for mercy." Then Sansa smiled as she gazed into Joffrey's green eyes.

"But they are the soft hearts of women!" Joffrey declared, "So long as I am your king, treason will go unpunished."

Sansa's smile ran away from her face, and it was replaced with a frown. "Sir Ilyn! Bring me his head."

The crowd cheered, some wept, so loudly Joffrey wasn't able to hear the reasonings of the Queen mother and the objection from his betrothed.

Ned Stark was being forced onto the ground, he looked down and mouthed his last prayers. Thinking of Jon and Lara.

Then suddenly, his world went dark. He couldn't feel his body, his eyes were shutting down gradually as they glanced at the crowd in front of him. He couldn't hear the screams of Sansa Stark.

Ned Stark is dead.

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