"They have at least two thousand men," Jaqen H'ghar said after he returned from the Twins. He had been sent by Gendry along with some men to investigate how many men the Freys had, in case there was a fight at some point.

Gendry frowned upon hearing that number.

"Two thousand? That's half their army, where is the other half?" he wondered. The Freys had no quarrels or alliances with any other House in Westeros, so they had no need to divide their army.

"A man does not know, but the other half is nowhere to be found," Jaqen told him. "Perhaps they are in the Stormlands, laying siege to your bannermen."

"Two thousand men can not lay siege to that many castles," Gendry said, shaking his head in disagreement. "We have thirty thousand men in the Stormlands, all fighting against the invaders. It can't be the Freys. Or at least it's not them directly fighting, they are just commanding the attacks. I am sure of it."

"Then where are those two thousand men?" Jaqen asked, his voice cold and serious.

"I don't know," Gendry sighed, feeling defeated.

It had been a day since he had arrived at the Twins and his men had told him that Arya and Robb were not inside the castle, and since he found out the truth about Addam- Jaqen. He had been up all night, discussing plans with the Faceless Man. Gendry was going to follow Jaqen's plan and send the assassin inside the Twins without the Freys noticing, so that he could search and find that underwater cell that he had told Gendry about. Gendry had asked how the man knew about that cell, and Jaqen told him that he had wanted to know all of the Twins' secrets after he went there with Arya; Gendry thanked the gods that Jaqen had decided to do that, because that information was immensely valuable. It could mean that he would find Arya and Robb if everything went according to the plan. Gendry had never heard of that secret cell in the Twins, and neither had the other men, so it made sense that the Freys hid their prisoners in a place that no one knew about...

Gendry also knew that if Jaqen did find Arya and Robb in that cell, there would be war. Gendry would not even hesitate. He had promised Lord Edwyn Frey that he would be merciful if his family was returned to him, but he had also promised to unleash his wrath should he discover that the Freys were lying. He had been told that his family wasn't there, and he would accept it if Jaqen came out of the Twins empty handed. He would leave, and he would keep searching somewhere else. But if he found them there he would burn House Frey to the ground and scatter its ashes to the wind.

But of course, he had to be careful. He had to plan every single detail of every single move that he made, because the army that he had at the moment was inferior to that of the Freys. It had a little over a thousand men provided by the Hand of the King, and though they could fight against an army of two thousand, the situation was difficult.

And even if the Freys turned out to be guilty and Gendry did defeat them, he still had the problem of the invasion of the Stormlands. Thinking about all that have him such an awful headache that he felt like his head was about to burst open.

"You said before that the Freys could have hired sellswords. They certainly have the coin to hire the services of several companies, and all those forces combined could lay siege to the Stormlands," Jaqen H'ghar commented. He sounded tired, and he did not look much better than Gendry did. The worry was just as imminent in Jaqen's expression as it was on Gendry's, and anyone that took a look at the Faceless Man could swear that the two people missing were of his own blood.

Gendry had been shocked when Jaqen revealed his identity to him, but them again, not really. He should have known before, ever since Addam set foot on Storm's End wanting to enter the service of House Baratheon right after they moved to the castle. He had been dangerous, fiercely loyal, and he was always there, like a shadow... Gendry should have noticed, more than anything else, the way in which the sellsword Addam looked at Arya, like she was the most valuable and precious treasure on the world. Gendry should have known that Jaqen H'ghar wasn't going to go away, not really. He had sworn to protect Arya, and he was still there, watching after her...

"You should have stayed with her, like I told you to do," Gendry suddenly muttered, remembering when the man had joined him on the road after he had left Storm's End and Arya and Robb behind. "You should have been there protecting her..."

He wasn't mad at the man, he couldn't be. Gendry was mad at himself, because he had failed Arya again, and now he had failed Robb also. He should have been the one with them, protecting them, they were his family! But he could not help but lash out at the Faceless Man to ease some of his pain and guilt.

"Why weren't you there with her?!" he almost shouted. If he expected the Faceless Man to get angry at him for yelling and accusing him, he was disappointed. Jaqen's expression remained calm and composed as he looked at Gendry.

"Arya begged me to go after you," he said, speaking calmly so that Gendry would listen to him. "A man could not go against her wishes. A man could not stay there and watch her suffer every day with worry, getting sick and panicked at the thought of her husband not returning to her alive. She is strong, but you are a fool, Gendry Baratheon. A wise Lord, but still a foolish boy in many senses. A man had to make sure that you didn't recklessly get yourself killed."

Had anyone else said those words to him, Gendry would have become angered like a beast and ordered that man out of his sight. But it wasn't any man, it was Jaqen H'ghar, and deep down Gendry knew that he was right. He was a fool. He was a fool...

He felt like he was breaking to pieces.

"What if she is dead?" he asked then, voicing his worst fear that had been tormenting him for many nights already. His voice sounded weak, broken, desperate. "What if both of them are dead...?"

He did not want to think about that, but it was a possibility and he could not ignore it. For his relief, Jaqen shook his head.

"We would already know," was all he said, and then one of the soldiers reached them running. He was carrying three messages in his hand.

"My lord!" he exclaimed when he stopped in front of Gendry. "The Freys are readying their army for a possible attack. They know that we are still here, my lord, and they are uneasy. They are afraid we will attack at any second."

"They are right," Gendry muttered, and then he looked at the messages in the soldier's hand. "What are those?"

"One is from Lord Edmure Tully, my lord. He is heading here with one thousand men. He couldn't stay behind and gather more of his forces, but he says they are coming, my lord. They will probably arrive later tonight. Same news from lord Sandor Clegane, he is marching down from the North with his full army. And the fleet from Dragonstone is sailing towards the Stormlands. Lady Ygritte sent them there, she is commanding the army now that her lord husband is gone."

Good, those were good news! Gendry almost smiled when he heard them, and he patted the soldier on the back, thanking him for bringing them to him. The soldiers of Dragonstone would make a great difference in the fight in the Stormlands, and the men that Lord Edmure Tully was heading there with would also make a great difference. If there ended up being a battle against the Freys, then Edmure's soldiers could mean that Gendry outnumbered outnumbered his enemies.

Jaqen H'ghar seemed also pleased with the news. Gendry couldn't remember if he had ever seen the man smile in the past, but the shadow of a soft smile appeared on the corner of his mouth.

"We can make it," Gendry murmured, and Jaqen nodded.

"For now," he said.

"But first things first. You must get Arya and Robb out of the Twins."

"It's not even certain that they are in the Twins," Jaqen reminded him, but Gendry did not want to lose hope. Not yet.

"You have to try."

"A man will try. A man will always try to save the lovely girl, even if he has to slay a dragon to do so."

Gendry was impressed by the fierceness in Jaqen's voice when he said those words; it's almost as if they were part of a sacred vow that he had made to all the gods. Gendry knew that he probably should know the answer to his question by then, but he kept wondering how was it that Jaqen was so unstoppably loyal to Arya. Gendry had seen how he treated her years ago, how the man had helped her do everything that she needed to do in order to be in peace.

Gendry had hated Jaqen years ago, when he still hadn't confessed his feelings to Arya. He had wanted to take the man's eyes out with a red hot poker, smash his face in with a hammer and then slam with head against the anvil. But then he had stopped hating him after the man let Arya go after Gendry, and now... now he needed Jaqen H'ghar. For Arya, and for Robb.

"Why her?" he asked then, and he could see that for the first time the Faceless Man's expression became puzzled. "Why Arya? Why are you doing all this for her? Why would you willingly put yourself through so many risks for her and our son?"

Jaqen remained silent for a few seconds in which his expression was cold as ice. He looked at Gendry with a calm expression; maybe too calm... He looked lost in his own thoughts, until he replied with his quiet but dangerous voice:

"Arya Stark is unique. One of a kind. Her heart is dark, but it is gentle and good at the same time. She is a killer, but she understands and cherishes life. He knows a world full of hate, but she is able to feel love more strongly than most people do. She has only known lies, but she still believes and has faith," Jaqen H'ghar explained to Gendry,saying every single thing about Arya that had made him become bewitch by her. Gendry could see it in the man's eyes. Perhaps the Faceless Man were no one and couldn't feel normal emotions, but Jaqen was no normal Faceless Man, and Arya had made it impossible for him to ever be no one again.

"You understand her better than most," Gendry pointed out. "Perhaps even better than me."

"She is a difficult woman to understand," Jaqen said, slightly nodding his head. "And as for Robb, he is her son, and because of that, a man will protect that child with his life if he must."

Gendry was moved, but he did not let it show in his expression. He kept his expression hard and strong, his eyes threatening like a coming storm. But inside he felt so relieved that he had such an ally, and he was glad that there was someone willing to fight for his family as much as him.

"You may die if you go inside the Twins," he informed the Faceless Man. The man's expression did not alter in the least bit.

"A man knows."

"And a man is willing to take the risk?"

"Has the young lord not been listening? A man will die for a girl and her son if he must... But there are few things in this world that can kill a man."

Excellent, then, Gendry thought, and he looked towards the Twins. He could see movement in the towers and around the two castles, and he could see archers getting easy in the battlements. He could hear the shouts of men giving orders and the sound of the steel of weapons. He could feel the battle that was surely coming if Jaqen found inside the Twins that he went there to find...

"After Lord Tully arrived with his men, I will send you to the Twins," he said then. Jaqen nodded his head in agreement. "Please, bring them back to me."

He saw the flicker of a promise in Jaqen's eyes, a glimmer of determination, the shadow of a silent vow that could not be broken.

"I will."

Arya blinked several times before she was able to fully open her eyes, though her gaze found only darkness. She tried to roll over her side, but that movement caused her great pain and made her groan when she felt a burning in her ankles and wrists, and her back was so sore that she could not move anymore and she was forced to lay still on the hard and cold ground.

She had been slipping in and out of consciousness for the whole time that she had been there, so she wasn´t sure of what it was that surrounded her. She did notice sometimes, in her brief times of consciousness, that someone came to her side and gave her food, though it was only hard bread, and water. Arya was sure that there was something in the water that they were giving her ever since they took her from the Stormlands, because it tasted bitter, and it made her feel weak. She was too tired to ask any questions or try to fight back and escape, and she always fell asleep before she was able to notice what was going on around her. She wanted to not drink the water and stay awake, find out who had done that to her and what they wanted, and more importantly, find a way out. But she couldn´t; if she didn´t drink the water she would dehydrate and die.

That time was the first time that Arya was alone when she woke up. She could feel the tiredness leaving her body with each minute that passed, and soon she was more awake than she had been in about two weeks. It was only then that she was able to fully notice her surroundings, and not only the overwhelming darkness that seemed to consume her. She realized that the cold hard ground belonged to some kind of cave or tunnel; the little stones and the irregularities of the rock underneath her hurt her back and left scratches all over her body. The air around her was humid and cold and uncomfortable, and she thought that the cave or tunnel must be several feet underground. That made her feel fear for the first time since she was fully conscious. Where in seven hells had they taken her?

Arya tried to move again, but the burning feeling in her ankles and wrists made her whimper that time, and she looked down and realized that they were tied tightly with ropes that buried into her skin and left it sore and bloody.

Who had done that to her?

Robb, she thought then. She had been looking for Robb, and suddenly someone had hit her on the back of her head and knocked her out. She turned her head to all sides, looking in all directions, trying to find her son sleeping somewhere nearby, but he was nowhere to be found. Arya felt a dark hole appearing inside her chest, a hole that was quickly been filled with the worst kind of panic and dread that she had ever felt in her life. She felt tears stinging in her eyes. Where was her son?!

The remembered the fair, and the screams and the fire, and the men that she had fought and killed. She remembered the man with the banner… A blue and grey banner…

The Freys. The had come for her. They had come to take their revenge… And now they had taken her and her son, who was what she loved most in the entire world…

"No," she whimpered in a quiet and weak voice. Her throat felt sore as the product of having been silent ever since she was taken. She did not know how much time had passed, but she could feel that it was a lot. Her fingernails had grown and buried themselves in the flesh on her hand when she clenched them into angry fists.

"Robb," she called, her voice sounding a little bit stronger than it had before. "Robb. Robb!"

She heard voices then, coming from one of the tunnels. They belonged to men, and Arya fell silent and tried to listen to what they said.

"The bitch is awake," one of the men said. "Shut her up before she starts giving me a headache."

"I can't, I don't have any more of that sleeping potion," a second man said, and the first man grunted. The first man's voice made Arya shiver with fear.

She heard steps approaching. The two men were walking towards her, and Arya gasped. She tried to crawl away in the floor and find a way to hide, but once again she couldn't move. She was twisting in the ground, unable to get rid of the ropes that bound her, when the two men appeared in the tunnel were they had left her.

They carried a torch, and it's fire illuminated the place and made Arya hiss. Her eyes were unaccustomed to light, and the flame made them itch and shed a few tears. She looked away for a second, but then she forced herself to look at the two men who observed her from a few feet away from her. They were tall and thin, with small eyes, long noses and crooked teeth. One of them was a bit more muscular and taller than the other; his hair was black and his eyes were dark brown, while the other man had dirty blond hair and hazel eyes. The dark haired man was the one carrying the torch, and his expression was cruel; his lips were curled up with a smile if sadistic pleasure when he saw Arya on the floor, trying to move away and defenseless. Arya knew that he was the first man that had spoken, the one that had made her feel afraid.

"You are awake," he commented, as if that wasn't obvious. "Are you enjoying your stay here, lady Arya?"

"Where is my son?" she asked, her voice a low hiss of anger that was quickly building up inside of her. "Where is Robb?"

"Your brat isn't here," the man said. "He is far, far away... But he is alive, if that is what you were wondering."

Robb wasn't there. The information hit Arya like a bucket of cold water. If Robb wasn't there then how was she supposed to find him?!

"Where did you take him...?"

"Somewhere safe," the man said, smirking. The other one was silent and serious, but he didn't have the same sadistic look in his eyes as the dark-haired one did. "And he's going to stay there for a long time."

"Let him go," Arya hissed. "Let him go, you have me already... I know why you took me, you want revenge. Take it, it's yours, but please let my son go."

She realized then that she was crying. She never cried in front of her enemies, she was strong and fierce like a wolf. But never before had she found herself in a situation like that one, where it was her own son that she was trying to save from those monsters. She had lost many people in her life; she had lost her parents and her brother and her friends, but she hadn't cried in front of the people that had taken them away from her. But now, the mere thought of losing her son too made her eyes transform into flooding pools of hate and pain and sorrow. Arya wondered if that was how her own mother had felt years ago, when they were at the Twins during the Red Wedding and her son was about to be murdered in front of her. Arya knew that her mother had pleaded for Robb's life to the Twins too, but Walder Frey hadn't listened to her pleas.

Why must the mothers in our family always plead to the Freys for the lives of our sons?

"Please... He is just a baby," she sobbed.

She hadn't expected to move or convince the two men with her pleas and her tears, so she wasn't surprised when the dark-haired man smirked even more than before.

"Cry all you want, Arya Stark. You won't see your son again," he said. "They say that the North remembers, but the Freys remember also."

The blond man gasped, but the other one scoffed.

"It doesn't matter, Malwyn, she already knows who we are thanks to that idiot that carried our banner in the Stormlands," he muttered. Then he approached Arya and knelt in front of her. His eyes roamed her, and she felt sick. "We don't want revenge, not really. Walder Frey was too bloody old, he had to die at some point, and Edwyn was kind of glad when we found the old man dead. We knew it was you, but we couldn't do anything about it because we couldn't reveal that lord Walder had been hiding in the Twins. But you, Arya Stark, dared to defy House Frey by breaking in in the dead of the night and kill a member of our family."

After saying those words he reached out with his hand and grabbed Arya's chin, forcing her face closer to his and making her look at him directly in the eyes. The torch was so close that it's heat bothered Arya, burning her skin and hurting her eyes, but she didn't look away. She stared into the man's dark eyes, smelling his foul breath. She memorized every single one of his features, and swore to add him to her list, that list of doomed men that she had abandoned so long ago for a life of peace and happiness. She did not know the man's name, but she didn't care. She would always remember his face. One day, when she got out of there, she would kill him.

"The Freys don't want to just kill you and be even, that would only lead to more revenge on part of your family, and so the story would go on and on and on with no end," the man said, still smirking. Arya hated that mocking smirk. "We want to take out House to glory. The Stormlands will be ours."

"That will never happen," Arya said. "The other Houses won't allow it. The Queen won't allow it."

"The Queen and the other Houses won't do shit to stop us," the man declared full of confidence, "because your lord husband won't allow it. We know how much he loves you and your little brat. As long as we have both of you he can't risk doing anything against us, or we will kill you. All the Starks that are scattered around the country won't raise their armies as well, they have lost too many family members already. And now we have three of you in our power."

"Three?" Arya repeated, confused for a second. Had they captured anyone else? Did they have one of her brothers, Bran or Rickon? Did they have Sansa?

The man's smirk became wider, and then his eyes moved away from her face. Arya saw what he was looking at; he was looking at her stomach.

She remembered then. She had completely forgotten because of everything that had happened. She was with child... And the Freys were planning to use also her unborn son for their wicked plans.

She couldn't stop herself. She spat at the man's face, and he let her go. Arya fell back in the hard ground with a groan of pain escaping her mouth. The man wiped his face clean with his gloved free hand, and then he glared at Arya. Without previous notice he slapped her with all his strength, and Arya fell back into the dark world of unconsciousness.

Lord Tully arrived with his small number of men (though many more men were coming from every corner of the Riverlands, which would provide Gendry with a proper army to replace the men he had had to leave behind in the Stormlands,) a couple hours after the hour of the wolf, and it was then when Gendry gave Jaqen the order to enter the Twins in search for Arya and Robb.

The Freys had seen the Tully men arriving, and everyone could notice that they were getting nervous. Gendry knew that the Freys did not really expect him to attack, because he was a man of his word and he had promised to leave the Twins alone if he didn't find his family there. He hadn't found anything, so the Freys believed that he was getting a small army ready before departing from the Crossing and leave for somewhere else. But of course, the Freys did not expect Gendry to continue looking...

It was very easy for Jaqen to slip into the Twins. Frey soldiers continuously patrolled around the two castles, guarding it in case a conflict started. Jaqen masked himself with the shadows of the night and silently killed one of the guards, and then he took the man to a safe place and put the man's clothes on himself. Once he was disguised as a Frey guard, he changed his face to that of the man's and he came out from the shadows.

He didn't go immediately inside the Twins, that would be suspicious. He waited at least half an hour, and when he thought that the time was right he entered the Twins. Everyone who looked at him saw the guard, not Jaqen H'ghar, so no one suspected anything. The first part of the plan had gone on as planned.

Now he had to find the cell. Years ago, when he helped Arya get into the Twins to have her revenge on Walder Frey, he had known that one day the Freys might rise against Arya in one way or another. Jaqen was a cautious man, and he had wanted to know all the secrets that the Freys had in case that knowledge was needed some day. He had memorized maps of the Twins as part of the process of learning those secrets, and upon memorizing every corner of the Twins he had come upon the information that almost no one had; the secret cell. The Freys used that cell for their most valuable prisoners, the ones that were supposed to never come out of the Twins again. If they didn't want anyone to find Arya and Robb then it was just natural to lock them up in there.

Finding the dungeons, which was where the entrance to the cell was, was easy. He crossed almost no one on his way there, and the few people he did see did not even look at him, nor did they question where he was heading to.

Jaqen found the stairs that led to the dungeons and he went down to that dark place. The dungeons were underground, and their proximity to the river made them have an awful smell of humidity. Jaqen took a torch from the wall and walked down the dark and narrow corridors of the dungeons. The walls were wet and covered in moss, and there was an eerie feeling to the place.

Suddenly he heard steps approaching, and an angry voice spoke behind him.

"What are you doing here?!" a Frey that had found him there exclaimed. "You can't be here, you are supposed to go outside and check that those fuckers don't-!"

With one swift move Jaqen took a dagger out from under his sleeve and pressed it against the man's throat before he could continue speaking. The man almost screamed, but Jaqen covered his mouth, dropping the torch to the floor before doing so.

"One more word and a man will cut your throat," Jaqen said. There wasn't anger in his voice, or fury. He wasn't Gendry, who displayed his emotions in his voice and embodied the fury that he felt in his heart. Instead, Jaqen's voice was a cold threat that you could feel in your bones. He was the dagger in the dark, ready to attack at any moment and any place without previous notice. His eyes, however, did reflect the anger that he felt inside, and glimmered with a warning of death. "Where is the cell?"

He removed his hand from the man's mouth so that he could speak. The man was scared; his fat forehead started sweating, and he eyes the dagger nervously.

"Wha-what cell...?"

"The secret cell that is in the river. A man know that the entrance is here. Where is it?"

"I-I don't know what cell you are talking abou-!"

Jaqen buried the tip of the blade a little bit in the flesh of the man's neck, and the man whimpered.

"The cell, the cell!" he exclaimed. "I know what cell. It's at the end of the corridor."

"Take me there," Jaqen ordered, and made the man to start walking.

The Frey man lead him to where the entrance of the cell was. The humidity was worse there, and the darkness was deeper. They arrived in front of a plain wall made of dark wet stone, and apparently that was as far as the dungeons went. Jaqen knew that it was a secret door.

"Open it," he ordered the man.

The man did as Jaqen commanded and reached out to a small lever that was in a corner, almost invisible. There were actually two levers in there, but he pulled the one in the left. Right after the man did that, the wall shook. Dust fell from the ceiling above their heads as the two halves of the wall separated and opened the way to another corridor, narrower and darker than the rest of the dungeons.

"This is it?" Jaqen asked.

The man nodded. Then Jaqen slit his throat with the dagger. The man fell dead to the floor, and Jaqen stepped over him and entered the new corridor. That corridor was definitely under the river, for there was water dripping in between the stones of the ceiling and morning pools on the floor. There was a wooden door at the end of the corridor, and another lever. Jaqen pulled the lever, and the wooden door raised, revealing the cell. As soon as the door was raised, Jaqen's ears were hit by the sound of the crying of a small child. He rushed inside the cell.

He found Robb in the cave, surrounded by darkness, with his ankles chained to the floor. The boy was crying his lungs out, terrified of the cold and the darkness of that unknown place. As soon as Jaqen saw the little boy like that, chained like an animal or a dangerous criminal, he felt his fury exploding inside of him like a wildfire. He had never felt such anger. As a Faceless Man he had learned to control such emotions, but he couldn't control them anymore at that moment.

"Robb," he murmured, kneeling in front of the boy. He changed his face back to the one he was wearing when he was Addam, and when the little boy recognized him he stopped crying a little bit. "I'm here, Robb, I will get you out."

He used his dagger to break open the locks of the chains around Robb's ankles, and then he put the dagger away and picked the boy up in his arms. Robb was still crying a little bit, but not as much as before. He was so scared...

"Mama!" the boy cried, looking around the cell desperately looking for his mother. Jaqen wiped the tears off Robb's plump cheeks.

"Where is your mother, Robb?" he asked the boy as he looked around the cell. It was small, and it was empty. It was also the only cell of that kind that there was in the castle, so Arya couldn't be anywhere else. "Where is she...?"

He noticed a some kind of circular trapdoor on the floor; it was made of iron, and it seemed impossible to open. Jaqen decided to ignore it.

"Robb, listen to me," he said to the little boy with a soothing and friendly voice. "I am going to get you out of here, with your father. And I man is going to find your mother."

Robb was very young, but he was smart, and he seemed to understand. Little by little his cries got lower than before, until he was just sobbing, still scared.

"You are going to be safe, but a man needs you to be quiet."

Robb looked at him, and Jaqen found himself staring at Arya's stormy grey eyes. They were identical, and that made him feel that no matter what happened then, he couldn't fail.

The little boy's sobs ceased. Jaqen held him right in his arms and then he walked out of the cell. He was determined to get Robb out of that place, no matter what. Nothing could go wrong, he could not allow that to happen. However, he had just stepped out of the corridor that led to the cell when suddenly he heard shouts and voices heading towards the dungeons. Jaqen cursed under his breath. In other circumstances he could fight his way out of that place, but he had no way of doing that with a child in his arms...

He saw the other lever then, the lever that was on the right side of the lever that had opened the secret door to the corridor that led to the cell. He did not know what that lever did, but he could only pray to the many-faced god that it helped him find a way out. He decided to pull the lever, for what could go wrong?

Right after he pulled that lever, a loud noise came from the cell. Jaqen heard also the sounds of steps and voices getting louder and closer, and he ran down the narrow corridor and into the cell again. Once he was inside the cell he discovered the source of the noise; the iron circular trapdoor in the middle of the floor of the cell had opened into the river, letting water inside the cell. It was a means to escape used sometimes by the Freys, and in that moment it felt like a gift from the gods. Jaqen stared at it, and then he made his decision: it was the only way out. He left Robb on the floor and got rid of his cloak and the armor that he was wearing, and then he sat on the floor. He held Robb in his arms again.

"Alright, brave boy. Hold your breath," he murmured.

The child understood him and held his breath. Then Jaqen jumped with him inside the hole, diving into the cold waters of the Trident river.

Gendry was standing in open ground, in plain sight of everyone in the Twins. He knew that they were watching him and his every move, and he knew that they knew that he only had to give the order and the men that he was leading would attack immediately. But he didn't have a motive to give the order to attack. Not yet, anyways...

He had been waiting for about an hour since he sent Jaqen H'ghar into the Twins to search for him family. As time passed Gendry for more and more nervous. What if Jaqen never for out? What if he had failed? What if Gendry waited for hours and days, and he didn't get Arya and Robb back?

He couldn't let his fears control him. He maintained himself strong and threatening in front of the Twins. He was watching the tower in that side of the river when he realized that there was someone watching him from one of the windows of the castle... He had a good eyesight, and he could tell that it was Lord Edwyn Frey and his brother, Black Walder Frey. Gendry glared at them, sending then a silent warning though his furious eyes of what was to come if Jaqen came back with Arya and Robb.

"Ours is the fury..." Gendry muttered, remembering the words of his House. His fury was indeed stored inside of him, but would he have a reason to unleash it?

Suddenly someone emerged on the surface of the river not far from there, startling both him and the men that were standing not far from where he was. The men rushed to help the man out of the water, just as Gendry did, and he could see as he was approaching the river that it was Addam; well, that it was Jaqen H'ghar.

At first Gendry thought that the man was alone, and his heart sank. But then he heard the cries of a frightened young child, and he gasped. He ran as fast as he could towards the river.

"Robb!" he shouted.

Jaqen stood on his feet and handed the crying boy over to his father. Gendry hugged his son tightly against his chest and kissed his wet face, crying with joy after being reunited with him.

"Robb..." he sobbed. He felt the most wonderful relief wash over him. His son was alive, Robb had been returned to him...

"Where is lady Arya?" he heard one of the men asking, and Gendry turned to face Jaqen.

The Faceless Man was coughing and spitting out water. He had changed his face back to that of Jaqen H'ghar's, with his grey-blue eyes and his red and white hair. Gendry stared at him, asking the same question that the man had asked through pleading eyes. Jaqen shook his head. Gendry felt his brief joy and relief turned back into grief and pain and fear again.

He gave Robb to one of his soldiers. "Take him away. Keep him safe."

The man did as he was told and walked away, and Gendry turned around to glare at the Twins again. Lord Edwyn Frey and Black Walder Frey had seen what had happened from the window and they were shouting angry commands to the Freys soldiers. They knew now for sure that a war was coming, and there was no way of stopping it now. Whatever their plans had been, they had gone wrong.

Distant thunder could be heard from a storm that was fast approaching. The distant lightning illuminated the Twins and accentuated the fury in Gendry's eyes.

"My lord?" one of the men said. "What are your orders?"

The response came immediately for. Gendry's mouth, sharp and cold and strong like the blade of a sword.

"Attack."