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Chapter 16

"No," Robb exclaimed loudly, "Absolutely not."

Everra rolled her eyes at his loud outburst and her eyes flickered around the tent, waiting for him to calm himself. The Lords had exited the room only moments before, lagging with exhaustion. They had finally managed to quell what was left of the Lannister camps, they were still determining their next move.

Everra could tell that all the Stark wanted to do was get his father back and return to Winterfell, safe and sound, but she knew that this war could continue long after Ned Stark was executed. Except, she could not exactly tell him that.

"The point of this war is to retrieve my father, not to play some game, Lady Everra," Robb said angrily, standing up from his chair and began pacing across the room.

Everra did not answer for a few moments before saying, "You started playing the game the moment you rose against the Lannister's-"

"No, I declared war to get my family back."

Everra sighed loudly, she was beginning to become frustrated with his fixation with honour. They were fighting a war, they still had the blood of the men they killed under their nails and now he decided to stick to the honourable road.

Despite being a skilled strategist he still is an honourable fool, she observed. That was what got him killed in the first place.

"While your intentions are honourable that is not going to make you survive this war with your family and armies still intact. The Lannister's are still reeling from their defeat, you won a battle, not the war. It is most unlikely that they will allow themselves to be caught off guard once more, especially now that we have Tywin Lannister's favourite son. We made them look like fools, they were fooled by a lady, a lady whom is merely ten and seven and whom is practically a foreigner-"

"That may be how you win your battles, with lies and deceit-"

"Do you not understand that taking the honourable road will get you killed? I do not particularly care for you Stark, but without you there is no chance of us defeating the Lannister's. They still have a bigger army than us, despite the Frey's and my contribution."

They were both silent, Robb was still not facing her, his mind swarming with all his thoughts.

"I want to win this war," he said, "but I want to do it the right way."

Everra merely responded, "Do you not understand? You do not win wars, you survive them. We need someone to… work with us, in the heart of our enemies. We need someone who despises the Lannister's as much as you do. The plan is risky, but so is war."

Robb's blue eyes were conflicted as he observed the emotionless girl sitting in front of him, but even though he did not agree with it, deep down in his heart he knew she was right.

"Allow me too… revise this plan. I will let you know soon enough."

Everra nodded slightly and then stood up from her chair, knowing that it was not worth to argue with him further, he would still cling to his honourable ideals.

She had just reached the exit of the tent when he called out, "My lady, I never got the chance to thank you."

She turned to face him once more and merely raised an eyebrow at his statement, "For bringing me my sister," he clarified.

She regarded him for a few moments before swiftly turning on her feet and walked out of the tent.

She had had enough of the Stark for one day.

"I warned you of the dangers of siding with the Stark," Daavos said once Everra had finished telling him about her meeting with Robb.

"You once told me all alliances are risky Daavos," she reminded him, pouring herself a glass of water.

"This is different-" Daavos insisted, "than having an alliance with the Dothraki so they did not raid your army, my lady. The Starks are different, they take the 'honourable road'. It will get them killed."

Everra didn't respond for a few moments, allowing herself to gulp her water down in one large gulp. Daavos has a valid argument, the Starks were different than them. Their honour got them killed before, it could get them killed again, regardless of whether or not she helped them.

"It will get our army killed."

"Our army, or me?" She asked.

"There is no army without you, my lady," Daavos responded.

"Then do your job and protect me."

Robb quietly crept into the tent, eager to not waken the sleeping girl in her bed. His mother was sitting on a chair next to her, her blue eyes still filled with relief at the sight of her youngest daughter.

Arya had been kept well hidden from the Lannister's and since her presence was kept under the utmost secrecy, she had been hidden inside a crate, eating little to nothing. She had been kept safe though, regardless of the conditions. She had flown into her mother's arms before climbing into his and then Jon's. Crying and asking questions about their father, sobbing her eyes out. The Arya whom had pretended to be fearless was gone, and in her place was a girl whom simply wanted too go home. Not that Robb blamed her, he wanted to go home too.

Catelyn's head snapped up at the sound of his footsteps but she relaxed at the sight of him and rose from her chair, pulling him into a hug.

He wrapped his arms around her as well, feeling like a child once more.

"You've made me so proud," she whispered, stroking the back of his curls, "Both your father and I so proud."

He pulled away reluctantly and whispered, "How is she?"

"Tired," Catelyn replied, "She wants to go home. Wants too see Bran and Rickon. She talks about Sansa and your father in her sleep. She's finally settled down."

She walked back over to Arya and sat back in her chair, stroking her hair.

"We have Lady Everra too thank for bringing her back to us," Robb said.

Catelyn stiffened and dropped her hand from Arya's hair, "Indeed we do."

She turned to face her son and looked at him with the utmost concern, but Robb diverted his eyes from hers. He did not want her too know what was going on inside his head.

"A mother can always sense when something is bothering one of their children. What is bothering you?" She asked and leaned over to grasp his hand in hers.

Robb didn't answer. He just continued to watch Arya breathe.

"I know you didn't come here to watch your sister sleep, Robb. Tell me what is troubling you?" She questioned.

"Do you want father and Sansa back, mother?" He asked instead.

She looked at him strangely, as if she wanted to tell what he was thinking.

"Yes," she said hesitantly, "More than anything."

"Would you do whatever it took to get them back?" he asked.

She was silent for a few moments, before saying, "Yes I would."

"Listen to me, my son. War isn't easy but you made a decision the day you rose against the Lannister's. You want to get your father and sister back, you must do whatever feels right to you to defeat your enemies. What did I tell you when you were younger?" She said.

"You can't play fire with fire," they finished together.

If only it were that simple, Robb thought, pulling his hand away from his mothers.

If only.

Jon brushed past a few soldiers, walking hurriedly towards the tent in from of him. Since he was only a soldier in training, he turned into an errand boy. Being sent across the camp for various sorts of errands by various different people. Youngbird had sent Jon to retrieve something for him from the healing camp. Jon was eager to do anything, but as the day wore on he began to become frustrated. He wanted too do something, anything. He wanted to be of importance, not an errand boy.

He entered the tent with a sigh and was surprised at the sight of Anna helping a healer with a soldier. The tent was flooded with people, and Jon's ears were threatening to burst at the sound of agonising screams. They may have one the battle, but that did not mean there were not any wounded.

As Jon moved forth, he saw what Anna and the healer were doing; they were cutting off the man's leg. He was withering and fighting as hard as he could, his eyes wide with terror that bore into Jon's eyes. Before he knew what he was doing he was pushing the soldier down onto the cot and flickered his eyes to the healer in front of him because he couldn't bare looking into the soldiers panicked and terrified eyes.

Anna was looking at him in gratitude, her brown eyes thankful but tired and worn. The gods knew how long she had been here for. She had never struck him as the person whom could handle blood, but it seems that he was mistaken.

Please, the soldiers eyes were whispering, please.

It was then that the saw dug into his skin and he suddenly erupted beneath Jon, his agonised screams muffled against the cloth wrapped around his mouth. Jon winced at the sight of the blood spilling in front of him and tried too look at anywhere else. The floor, the roof, Anna.

Anna whom was trying her very best to calm the soldier down, feverishly stroking her hands through his hair and whispering sweet nothings to him.

When it was over, the soldier had sunken into a deep sleep from the pain but Anna was still stroking the man's hair in attempt to comfort him still.

It was then that Jon remembered that he had something to do here.

His eyes flickered to the healer in front of him, an old woman whose hands looked firm and strong and asked, "Youngbird says that he needs a healer for something. He said that he would say what it was when you get there. Can you leave for a few moments?"

The healer eyes flickered towards Anna for a few moments, before nodding wordlessly.

Before they left, Anna's eyes met Jon's once more and she smiled up at him. It was a small smile, a thankful one.

He simply nodded in response before gesturing to the healer too come with him. Then they left, leaving the agonising screams of the wounded behind.

When Everra woke the next day, she felt a heaviness tugging at her stomach. She knew that this day was coming, but she still did not fully know how she felt about it.

The death of her mothers lover.

The death of half brother's father.

She had conflicted feelings toward Ned Stark's death. Of course, she knew he had too die, this war would not continue without his death. Robb had to become King and Jon…

Well she did not quite know what to do about Jon. She also did not know how she felt about him either. He looked so much like her mother- like their mother that sometimes it almost felt as though she was alive again.

Everra did not like that. Her mother was something that was supposed to be hers, her mother was the only person she had ever loved and she wanted to keep it that way. Having a constant reminder of her death was…unraveling.

Not that Jon knew of course, he could not know. At least, not right now.

Everra was not a particularly emotional person, but she knew what losing a loved one felt like. However long ago it was, she remembered how it felt. How it felt to see her mothers cracked and bloody skull on the courtyard fall, so dismembered and horrifying that it took a while for everyone to realise it was her.

Everra had though. She would recognise her mother anywhere.

Talia Legrath. Mother of two. Wife to Everth Legrath.

How revolting.

Arya was holding on tightly to Catelyn, her face buried in her hair.

Robb felt a tug in his stomach as he watched the goodbye between his mother and sister. Despite how hard it was though, he knew it had to happen. War was not a place for someone of Arya's age, despite how adventurous and brave they may seem.

The Lannister's had taken enough from them, he would not let them take away Arya's spirit too.

"I don't want too go," Arya was saying.

Robb could still hear her even though her voice was muffled by their mother's hair, whom was rubbing her hand down Arya's back comfortingly.

He had offered his mother the opportunity to leave with Arya, to go back to Winterfell, but she had refused after a few moments of hesitation. Saying that she wanted to say for slightly longer. Robb almost argued with her, but knew that once his mother made up her mind it would not be changed. So he reluctantly agreed for her stay even though he felt a lot better knowing that his loved ones were safe in Winterfell. Where no Lannister could harm them.

For the time being.

Robb shook his head gently and noticed that Jon was looking at him worriedly, as well as Theon, whom was standing a few steps away from him. Lady Everra was there too, watching Arya and Catelyn with her usual cool expression, never breaking face.

Sometimes he wondered how she managed that, always having that emotionless expression on her face. It was unravelling, how someone so young could be so cold. Robb had more important things to worry about then Lady Everra's coldness.

When his mother and Arya finally pulled away from the other, Arya immediately launched herself into Robb's arms.

"Hey," he said, chuckling slightly as the breathe was knocked out of him, " you've grown bigger."

"You can win Robb," Arya said, her face against his neck, "You beat them once, you can beat them again."

"I'll try, Arya, I promise I'll try."

After a few moments Robb pulled away and muttered, "Get along now, Arya. You must leave soon."

Everra felt rather indifferent towards the large display of affection. If anything, it rather bored her. She liked Arya more than most children though, she admired the girls spirit.

She watched quietly as Jon and Arya hugged each other tightly and for a brief second, wondered if she would ever care about Jon as much. It was highly unlikely, but Everra still wondered for a brief second.

When they finally broke away from each other, Arya turned too look at her with a hardness in her eyes that Everra had never seen a child have before.

"Will you take care of my brothers?" Arya asked.

Everra felt something akin to amusement creep up inside her as she responded, " I'll make sure they do not die."

Arya nodded slightly as if to say good enough.

"Thank you," she added, as if she just remembered that the reason why she was here was because of her.

Everra did not respond but merely reached for something under her cloak and offered it to the young girl in front of her, "I believe this belongs to you."

Arya's eyes widened as she realised what it was in front of her, "Needle!" She cried out and yanked the thin sword out of her hands.

"Thank you," she said, "I thought I lost it."

Everra shifted back uncomfortably, not liking the way the young girl was looking at her.

Before she realised what was happening, Arya had reached forward and wrapped her arms around Everra's waist. Everra stiffened at the contact and looked down at the girl but kept her arms at her sides. She was not about to pretend that the girl meant a lot to her.

Barely anything did, she would not lie about it just for a girl.

"Move along now," she said and gently pushed Arya away, eager for the girls hands to be off of her.

Finally, after a while, Arya was put upon her horse along with some knight whom Everra did not know, along with ten other on horse back.

Then they all rode off, back too Winterfell, where Arya would wait impatiently for the rest of her family too come home.

Everra sat in her chair, Andromache placing her head in her lap. She played one of her hands on top of her head and petted her softly, Andromache purring in response.

"Spoiled," Everra muttered but continued to pet her absentmindedly. She took a large gulp of her water and placed her glass back on the table. She was preoccupied by the thoughts in her head, if the Stark boy did not agree to the plan she suggested, what would she do with the prisoner? Let him go?

Dammit she hated this uncertainty, it annoyed her. She wanted the Stark boy to come to his senses though, having a spy in the capital, most of all a spy one would least expect is an advantage the Lannister's would not have.

Almost as if he had heard her thoughts, Robb entered her tent, his blue eyes looking resigned.

She turned too look at him and made a half hearted attempt to stand and opened her mouth to speak, but before she could say something he said, "I want to see him."

"As you wish, my lord, " she said.

Everra led Robb to the back of the camps, passing by numerous soldiers who stopped what they were doing the moment they saw her and nodded in her direction, muttering, 'Dominae'.

It was only when they walked by Jon and Youngbird did Everra finally stop. Jon was carrying a large spear and Youngbird had been talking to him when Everra said, "Youngbird, I am going to need you to come with us."

Youngbird immediately moved towards her and Robb and when he did he turned too look back at Jon, whom was staring at them with curiosity.

"You can come too Jon," Everra said.

She ignored the looks of surprise both Youngbird and Robb sent her way and said to Jon whom was about to place down his spear, "No, bring that with you. Chances are we may need it."

When they finally reached the edge of the camp only a single lone tent stood. It was quiet, a large contrast to the other tents a few meters behind.

Everra looked sideways quickly and when she noticed that no one was around she stepped into the tent, Robb, Jon and Youngbird following closely behind her.

All that was inside the tent were crates and boxes.

Not a single person in sight.

"Where is he?" Robb asked loudly.

Everra had begun to examine some of the crates, her green eyes flickering over each and every one.

She took a step forward when her eyes landed on a medium sized crate, with a few holes on the side.

"Sorry my lord, but when we had to take as drastic measures to hide him as we did your sister. We could not have the Lannister's find him, of course. That would have ruined everything."

Robb and Jon frowned at her, but Robb's blue eye's widened in realisation.

Everra gestured towards Jon and said, "Keep that spear at the ready, I suspect he will be quite angry."

She took a few steps forward until she reached the crate and pushed it over, so it was facing Robb. Then she gently pulled the lid off, allowing a body to roll our of it immediately. His groans filled the air the second his back hit the floor and Everra moved back towards Robb and Jon. The body's stench was revolting.

"So," cough, " sorry, " cough, "If I revolt you my lady, but it would seem that that is what happens when you are held captive for weeks on end," Tyrion rasped out.

"No fault of yours, my lord," Everra replied, her eyes trained on the small rasping man.

Robb glanced at her from the corner of his eye and moved forth hesitantly and when Tyrion noticed him, he laughed loudly, his voice weak.

"You're still alive! Damn, and here I thought my brother would kill you," Tyrion said sarcastically.

Robb stiffened at his words and said, "You'll be joining him sooner or later."

He then turned around to look at Everra and nodded at her.

Everra nodded back at him approvingly and muttered to Youngbird, "Chain him up on a tree and gag him. He is not quite ready for what we have planned yet."

Youngbird nodded accordingly and moved towards Tyrion, whom began to squirm at the sight of him.

"Going to lock me up again so soon my lady," Tyrion rasped out, "and here I thought you enjoyed my company."

Youngbird turned too look at Everra for a few moments and looked at her almost as if he was asking her something. She nodded back at him and before Robb and Jon could comprehend what was happening, Youngbird had whacked Tyrion at the back of the head, causing him to fall into a deep sleep.

Robb looked at Everra, his eyes filled with disapproval before she rolled her eyes and said, "He is not dead, he had merely been put to sleep for a while."

Robb merely shook his head in response before saying, "So what do we do with him now?"

"We wait a few days," Everra responded, "But not for too long. We need him to recuperate long enough for him too travel and short enough so his absence his not that suspicious," she responded.

"What if he does not agree to help us?" Robb asked.

"He will," she responded and her green eyes flickered to meet his, "You underestimate the hatred one can feel towards another."

Robb was in his tent when it happened.

Him, Lady Everra and the rest of his members of his war council were in there too. They were discussing their next move. Robb had informed them of the presence of Tyrion Lannister in the camp. They had responded with animosity and some had protested, claiming that it would be too risky of a plan.

Robb had responded by saying, "The plan is risky, but so is war."

That had been when the raven came. There had been shouts and yells and they had all seen from their seats, drawing their swords.

That had been when the soldier handed him the small sealed paper that changed everything.

That was when everything had gone quiet. When everything inside him slowed too a stop and he swayed on his feet as his strength was wiped out of him.

Someone had asked him something, he did not hear what, as the sound of his heart pumping furiously in his chest drowned out all other sounds.

He remembered placing the paper into Greatjon's hands and remembered how his face sunk with disappointment as he read aloud the horrible truth.

His father was dead.

Gone.

Deceased.

Fuck.

What was he doing?

He remembered walking calmly towards the forest, the beating in his ears growing louder and louder with every step he took and when he was finally a distance away from everyone he swung his sword with all his might against a tree, his blood running with fury and grief.

He remembered tears streaming down his face and he struck one blow after another, picturing each Lannister's face every time his sword hit the tree. Dead. Gone. Deceased. Fuck.

Fury turned into rage and rage turned into sadness and sadness to grief because fuck his father was dead and he was fighting a war he did not know how to end.

Then the fury was only a quiet beat in his heart and a promise passed from his lips as his mother took him into her arms, 'I'll kill them all.'

Every last one of them.

A/N HELLOOO PEOPLE! Sorry this update was kinda late, school has been taking up a lot of my time recently. So I hoped you all liked this chapter, I knew it was challenging to write. Thanks for the response to last chapter guys! This story has over 100 follows! I still have a lot of planning to do for this story, I know how it will end…. or at least a rough idea of how it will end. Don't worry though, we still have a good 10 plus chapters until the end. Thanks again for everything guys, remember to follow/favourite/ review. Reviews are my motivation. Also, if any of you are fans of the tv show the 100, that is where I got a lot of my inspiration for Everra. If you're not a fan of the 100, you should check it out, because that show is awesome. Bye! Until next time!