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Chapter 15

Everra was standing near her bed when Anna hesitantly entered her tent. When she noticed that Everra was awake, as per usual, she relaxed and walked in quietly.

To Anna's immediate surprise, there were clothes already laid out on the bed, but not Lady Everra's typical clothing.

Laid out on the bed, was a dark green tunic with a similar dark green bodice with brown laces at the front, the green seemed to reach Lady Everra's knee's and dark brown pants were also laid out. But what startled Anna the most were the numerous weapons laid out along side the clothing. From knives too swords, to a bow and arrow, it seemed too much for one person.

"You seem shocked," Everra observed.

Anna eyes met hers and she said breathlessly, "I didn't expect…. I didn't expect this." Anna waved her hand in the direction of the weapons.

Everra merely raised an eyebrow in response and snapped coldly, "This is war Anna. You are going to be seeing a lot worse than a few weapons."

Anna knew it was true and the fact made her shiver in disgust. She just wanted too go home.

"As you say, my lady," is merely all she responded.

As they say, war is not for the lighthearted.

"Lady Everra how great it is too see you and your….pet," Jaime drawled out, looking at Andromache for a brief moment before returning too look at Everra.

Everra didn't answer. She did not understand why this proposal… dare she say it, surprised her. She knew why Tywin wished too marry her. He despised Tyrion and seeing as he was his heir…. he needed more. The thought of bearing any Lannister children revolted her to her very core.

"So what do you say?" Jaime questioned mockingly, his eyes gleamed with bitterness and arrogance, "Should I begin to call you mother? Or shall I write too my father and let him know that his dear dear heart has been broken?"

"Neither," Everra responded, "My answer remains the same as the previous night, Ser Jaime. I need time too think over the proposal."

Jaime shrugged casually and took a large bite out of his apple, lifting his feet onto the table in front of him and proceeded to ignore the woman standing in front of him.

"Why are you still here?" He asked, one of his eyebrows raising at the sight of her still standing there.

"I was wondering if we had any news of the whereabouts of Lord Tyrion?" Everra asked.

This made Jaime pause for a moment before his jaw started to quicken its movements and his teeth began to grind together, "Why do you ask?" He gritted out.

If there was any weakness too Jaime it was his family, his brother, his father, his sister, his nephews and nieces…

"I was merely wondering Ser Jaime. I know that you care deeply about your family, it must pain you too leave your dear unprotected nephew alone in King's landing."

Jaime's head snapped up too look at hers and his brown eyes had darkened considerably with anger, but before he could respond Everra had already curtsied mockingly and was out of the tent faster than he could blink, Andromache right at her heels.

Bitch, he thought.

Everra stood near the outskirt of her armies camp, feeling the wind whip against her hair, causing her long raven locks to tangle together.

She knew that they were out there, somewhere, on their way too the Lannister camp and hers. It was an abnormal feeling, waiting for someone to attack you. There was a sense of impending doom, almost as if she was signing her own death sentence, the same way Ned Stark did the moment he decided to become the King's hand.

Fate, she mused, had a funny way of working.

She could hear the men trying with each other from so far away. The sound almost comforted her, the sound of war. Whilst most people hated war, hated battle, Everra thrived on it. She loved the feeling that came over her when she was battling someone, the feeling of invincibility. The slowness that comes upon you that makes you feel as though you are untouchable. As though nothing could ever harm you. The moment her sword clashed with another's was the moment she felt closest to being alive.

She wondered what that said about her.

It was that moment when it occurred too her the sudden yells that had come over the camp. Distant unfamiliar yells, yells of panic, coming over from the Lannister camp.

She knew what it meant but for several moments she did not move. She simply observed the nature around her and was struck by the image of the corpses that would be laying there soon enough.

"My lady," Youngbird called out.

Everra turned too face him and was suddenly hit with the burden of looking her soldiers in the eye and telling them too go and die for her. It was a casualty of war.

She had learnt that a long time ago. Not everyone could survive.

"I know," she responded and then hurried too his side, making her way to the panicked screams.

"My lady how generous of you too join us," Jaime remarked from atop of his horse. Soldiers were hurrying about, gathering swords and marching into formation. They were being lured into The Whispering Wood by the Stark forces, too 'send that stark boy home with his tail between his legs'.

Everra felt very tempted too laugh.

"We heard that the Starks were on their way to your father by the Green Fork," she said instead.

"Well in case you haven't noticed that piece of information seems to be false," Jamie snapped in response,"We will meet the Stark boy in the whispering wood."

Everra noticed that Jaime seemed more… surprised than he let on. He hadn't expected this from Robb. None of them had, his arrogance was just the mask he usually wore. Nothing more nothing less.

Pathetic, she thought but merely said, "My army will ride behind yours, Ser Jaime. May the gods be with you."

And with that, he was gone, riding towards his inevitable capture.

Everra walked up and down the front line slowly, her sword drawn. Her unsullied were standing still in front of her, waiting for her too speak. The wood was still quiet, no screams or bloodshed. Just the calm before the storm.

"Remember who the real enemy is," she called out. The soldiers immediately banged their spears against their shields.

"Remember too always go for the kill," she continued, they responded the same way as before.

"I am only going to ask for you one simple thing," she said, her voice projected so that they all could hear her and her words got carried in the wind, "Fight for me."

And with that, the lion screamed.

They all stood there, surrounded by snow and trees, covered in blood that was not theirs. Their hearts were still pounding with adrenaline, with fear. But there was a sense of victory near the surface, but anger too. No one quite knew what to do next. Robb did not know what to do next, he was still reeling from the shock of his victory. They had won.

But Robb knew he could not celebrate just yet, he still had a green eyed problem to deal with.

"Robb," Catelyn said uneasily, her worried blue eyes staring into his own.

It was at that moment that Robb realised that he had been standing there silent for several moments. It came to his attention as well that there were five horses galloping towards the group and he saw out of the corner of his eye Theon draw out his word, along with the rest of the Lords.

"No," he said calmly, "Put your swords away."

He recognised whom were on the horses. He somehow knew they would not harm him. They stood there, waiting patiently, until the horses drew near and the riders climbed down off their saddles, their horses obediently waiting.

There were four men, one of them being Jon.

Jon.

Robb could not describe the amount of relief he felt at the sight of his brother being alive. When he saw him in battle, he had feared he may loose him too.

And one woman. The woman whom, he dare say, outsmarted them all.

"Robb," Catelyn whispered furiously, her blue eyes darting nervously towards his, all signs of happiness and relief disappearing from her face.

The man on his knees, his hands shackled together, suddenly snapped too life at the woman approaching them, roaring out, "You fucking-"

Theon had reached out and slammed his fist into the Lannister's face, effectively silencing him.

The group had stopped a few meters away from them but Robb could only recognise three of the five faces. Jon, Everra, the man who had accompanied her to Winterfell so long ago and two other unidentified men.

"I see you have the Kinglsayer," Lady Everra said, her voice cold. Her cheeks were still painted pink from excursion and there was a long scratch on one of her cheeks but she seemed otherwise unharmed.

"Thanks too you if I remember correctly my lady," Robb answered thankfully.

He saw his mother snap her eyes towards his but he ignored her gaze, choosing too focus on the woman in front of him.

They stood in silence once more, the tension quickly building.

"Lady Everra," he heard his mother say and Robb's gaze flickered towards his mother, choosing to let her speak.

"Lady Stark," the younger woman returned.

"Forgive me if I am surprised to see you here my lady, I was told that you had allied with the Lannister's."

"No fault of you're own, my lady, everyone thought I had," she replied. Her words seemed to make Jaime fidget in anger as he glared at her with his typical smirk planted on his face.

"It would seem that the Lannister's are easier too fool than one would think," she continued on, her gaze returning too Robb's.

Robb saw his Lords shake their heads and Lord Umber yell, "Don't listen to her Lord Stark, she'll trick you over, this a scheme of the Lannister's. I can smell their lion piss all over it."

The men cheered loudly but Robb kept his gaze on Lady Everra, not believing the Greatjon's words.

He had seen the surprise on Jaime Lannister's face when Jon, Ser Daavos and the other two unnamed men had appeared on the hills with thousands of Essosi men behind them. He had seen the surprised look on the Kingslayer's face as Lady Everra's sword clashed with his, saving Robb's life.

"Do you really think that the Lannister's would have let half of their army be slaughtered simply so they could put up a ruse? Or are you simply that daft that you did not see me save your liege Lord's life," Lady Everra snapped.

The Greatjon unsheathed his sword in anger and took a step forward whilst the men on the sides of Lady Everra did the same but stopped at the flicker of her hand.

"Stop," Robb spoke. Lord Umber turned too look at him in outrage and cried out, "My lord she is a Lannister spy-"

"No she is not," Robb said, "What she says is true, she did in fact distract the Kingslayer long enough so some of our men could capture him."

Just as Lord Umber and Theon were about too speak up again, Robb cut them off, saying, "Now, I don't trust her, but I do trust my brother. Jon, will you tell us the truth?" He asked.

He met his half brother's gaze and saw him nod hesitantly and then he spoke, "I will."

"Go to him," Lady Everra said, "Ease his troubled mind from his doubts, in the meantime, I will return to my men. Send for me when you come to your conclusion, young wolf."

With that, she turned swiftly on her heel and climbed back onto her horse, the other men doing the same.

Robb took a few steps forward and called out, "You do understand why I don't trust you, my lady?"

Lady Everra's head turned back to face him and Robb could have sworn to all the gods that for a moment she had smiled, "Not trusting me has been the smartest thing you have done since you declared war."

With that, they were gone.

"Jon," Robb said, "What in all seven hells is going on?"

"You just beat the Lannister's," Jon replied.

Robb scowled slightly at the remark and then sighed, "I did didn't I?"

"This isn't the time for jokes Robb," Catelyn snapped, "Find out if he speaks the truth."

His mother had vehemently refused to wait outside and had stormed into his tent, her blue eyes glaring into Jon's brown ones.

"Mother," Robb warned, "Now is not the time for petty resentment."

Catelyn glared at him, her blue eyes cold and Robb felt a rush of guilt before turning back too look at Jon.

"What is going on?" He asked again.

Jon swallowed loudly and said, 'Where do you want me too start?"

"From the beginning," Robb said aimlessly, "Is she trustworthy?"

Jon started his tale from beginning to end and when he was finished Robb did not quite know what too say. Until first light today he thought she wanted him dead, too find out otherwise was rather….shocking.

They were all silent until Jon said gently, "What's more Robb…. I think she has Arya."

Both Robb and Catelyn's head snapped up and they both simultaneously exclaimed, "Arya?"

Jon nodded, confirming the unbelievable truth.

Robb was silent for a few moments. Undecided.

What he chose to do in those few moments would decide the outcome of this war. Of whether he lived or died. Of whether he won.

He knew his decision the moment he had seen her sword clash with Jaime Lannister's.

Daavos paced in front of Everra, from where she was sitting behind her desk in her tent, Andromache licking her paws causally nearby.

"What is he decides to attack us my lady?" Daavos was questioning.

Everra merely lifted an eyebrow at him and said, "Daavos calm down. He will not attack us. The boy is young but not stupid."

"What if the bastard fed him lies-"

"Do not call Jon a bastard, Daavos," She warned, but he payed her no attention.

"Should we have brought the stark girl with us? Should we hold her hostage? Plead for forgiveness to the Lannisters?" He rambled on.

"We sent Tywin Lannister's eldest son into the heart of their enemy. To be tortured and held captive and you believe that they will forgive us if we apologised?"

That made Daavos stop in his steps for a few moments before sheepishly admitting, "Perhaps you are right my lady, but forgive me if I have doubts that the Stark boy will come to his senses. He has not yet won a battle-"

"You are mistaken Daavos," Everra said, "The Stark boy defeated the Lannister's earlier on in the day. Or have you forgotten the battle that happened merely hours beforehand?"

Daavos's blonde eyebrows frowned slightly and he exclaimed, "My lady, you won the battle for him-"

"That is not true. He would have won the battle regardless of whether or not we had been there Daavos. We both already know that. We just helped in making the Lannister's look like fools. But Robb won the battle. All he needs to do now is win the war."

Daavos sighed loudly and took a seat in front of Everra, his voice laced with amusement, "If only it were that easy."

Everra's eyes met his and for a split second, Everra saw the fear held in his eyes.

"Aren't you afraid of dying my lady?" Daavos asked.

"Everyones afraid of something Daavos," she replied, "Fear's have always been a mans greatest weakness. Anyones greatest weakness. I simply think that death is the least thing one should fear."

Daavos scoffed loudly, but not in an insulting manner, more as if he wished he could share the same sentiment.

He was about too respond when they both heard the distant sound of horses approaching and then the sound of one single voice. A familiar voice, calling out for her.

"I know the Stark boy better than both you and him know, Daavos," She said, standing up from her chair and making her way towards the entrance of her tent. Andromache obediently came too her side, purring softly.

Robb stood in the middle of his mother and Jon, with numerous soldiers standing behind him with their swords drawn. Theon was holding the reigns of his and Jon's horses, while his mother still stayed a top of he horse. She could not bare to get her hopes up.

Numerous of soldiers were standing in lines, silent and unresponsive but with their spears drawn out, ready to strike at any given moment.

"Unsullied," Jon murmured at his side.

Robb took a few steps forward, speaking loudly, "We wish to speak to Lady Everra."

Not one soldier moved or spoke. They merely looked forward, only their eyes showing any signs of movement. Robb was about too try again before a voice broke out, "Sorry too have kept you waiting, my lord."

Lady Everra came into sight, with a large sleek black panther obediently at her side. Robb heard Greywind growl at his side and placed his hand comfortingly on his back, rubbing gently. Grey wind immediately relaxed under Robbs' palm but was still on the alert.

"My lady," Robb said, "It has come to my knowledge that my sister is in your possession."

She raised an eyebrow at him and countered, "If she is in my possession was you seem to have been informed off," her eyes drifted to Jon's for a brief moment before returning too look at his, "what would happen next?"

"Then, after much consideration, we will become allies. As that is what you wished for, correct?"

Her lips quirked up at his last comment and her green eyes looked at him observantly for few moments before she commanded something to a nearby soldier in a foreign language.

"You made a wise choice today my lord," she said, her eyes meeting his and then glanced towards his side.

"Jon," she called out, "Come."

Jon looked uneasily at Robb for a brief moment before moving forward towards Lady Everra, where a tanned tattooed man had stood next too her and grasped Jon's shoulder when he was on their side.

Once Jon was there, Lady Everra took a few steps forward and said, "Now, that we are on the same side, Stark, I should let you know that I have a plan."

Robb's eyebrows raised at this and just as he was about to question her she cut him off and said, "It begins with a certain prisoner, come along now, Stark, we have much to discuss."

A/N Heyyyy guuyyysss sorry this took so long to upload, last week was really stressful and busy. A swim meet, tests, homework… ugh. Anyway, I'm back now and I would just like too say thank you for the massive response last chapter. It means so much too me, i hope you all liked this one. It took me a while to write and I chose not too include the battle in the writing and instead just mention what happened in the aftermath because I have something planned for future. Not going too say what though. Obviously. For Everra's battle outfit I wanted it too be something that she could move more freely in. Not like Brienne whose armour looks so heavy, too me Everra struck me as the kind of warrior who likes to move freely and quickly. So her armour kind of Looks like Tauriels from the last two the hobbit movies. Thanks so much for everything! and remember too review! That is my inspiration! Until next time.