Chapter 28
While the sun began to rise outside of the tent, and the soldiers began to wake, Everra had not slept or moved from where she had sat down hours ago, waiting for the other lords to start trickling in.
She shot a look out of the corner of her towards Robb, noticing the worry in his eyes.
He seemed to feel her eyes on him and so his gaze flickered towards her for a moment, his eyes shooting her a small look concern.
She shifted in her seat, her eyes diverting from his, a lump forming in her throat.
Silence was good.
Silence she could deal with.
She did not know how long they continued to sit in silence for, only that when the other Lords came flooding through she could no longer feel her legs.
"Your grace—" Lord Bolton started.
"Silence," Robb commanded swiftly, standing, gesturing for them all to sit down.
They did quickly, sending tense glances towards each other.
Jon was not there.
The knowledge made the lump in her throat lessen, but not by much. Everra took two deep breaths, gaining her composure once more.
Weakness was not for this world.
Not for her.
Robb placed his hands on the table as he opened his mouth to speak, his blue eyes haunted with the ghosts of the lives they may have just condemned, "It had recently come to my attention that Stannis has not—" His voice trailed off for a moment, his hands tightening into fists, "He is not laying siege on Kings Landing as we all though. He is instead laying siege upon RedRun instead."
The room immediately burst into whispers of astonishment and surprise, shock and curiosity apparent on all of their faces except one.
"Your grace," he called out, his voice drowned out by the increasing volume of the other Lords' whispers.
"Silence," Robb commanded, his steely blue eyes hardening at them all.
"Why?" Lord Bolton asked, sending a glance her way.
Robb eyes narrowed at him in confusion, sending a brief glance her way, "Why what?"
"Why attack RedRun?" Lord Bolton repeated. "I do not understand why he would do it. It does not make sense strategically or logically. Do not mistake me my lady, your castle is well known for its wealth and impenetrability but it is not heavily defended. Trying to lay siege on a barely defended castle does not show 'strength' it demonstrates stupidity. Stannis may be a fanatic but he is not an idiot. There must be more too it."
If a feather had floated onto the ground everyone in that tent would have heard it. The silence was almost deafening.
It may have been hard for Everra to admit, but he raised a valid point.
Robb seemed to think so too if the look he sent her way said anything, and so he opened his mouth to speak, "Whatever the reason, Lady Everra has assured me that she has left implicit instructions to those soldiers she left behind as to what to do if a scenario such as this may occur. I will leave it upon her council to discuss what to do to which then I will be informed and take action accordingly. I understand your concerns Lord Bolton, believe me I do, but we must focus on Casterly Rock. That— is what we must focus on at the moment unfortunately."
The man seemed to tempted to protest at Robb's answer, before calming down his face relaxing.
The Lords also seemed to be tempted to say something, before considering what Robb had said.
"Now then," Robb stated, clasping his hands together, "Casterly Rock."
"He raises a valuable point," Everra said hours later, when everyone had left.
Robb raised an eyebrow at her, pouring himself a glass of water.
He gestured towards another cup before Everra shook her head at him, declining.
"Indeed he did," Robb said carefully, his blue eyes conflicted, "Are you positive that not doing anything is the best action?"
Everra did not hesitate before answering, "Yes, I am sure."
"Doesn't make it any easier does it?" He asked.
She did not answer.
Robb sighed at her softly, before looking down at the map in front of him for a few moments, before his eyes glanced upwards to see Everra frowning intently, biting on her lower lip.
"Everra?" He asked, standing, "What is it?"
"Jon," she replied, her eyes narrowing slightly.
Robb's heart sunk in his chest and he almost doubled over as if someone had just punched him in the stomach.
"I'll tell him—" Robb started, placing his glass down.
"No," Everra said cutting him off, "I'll do it."
Robb looked at her, surprised, "Everra—"
"I owe it too him," She replied, her voice thick with emotion.
Robb nodded at her, though he could not deny the confusion he still felt.
He could not stop himself from placing his hand on her shoulder in comfort, watching her eyes lift to meet his. Her head almost titled to the side as she looked at him, before stepping away.
"I must consult with my council first," she said, all of the previous emotion in her voice gone.
"Everra—"
"Not now, your grace," She snapped, straightening her back before stalking out of the room, finally feeling as though she could breathe properly.
"I have summoned the both of you for something of the utmost secrecy," Everra started, clasping her hands together as she looked between Lord Edwin and Youngbird, judging their expressions.
"I have learnt that RedRun is being attacked by Stannis, soon, as both of you are a part of my personal council and since the other members are at RedRun themselves, I felt as though you had the right too know. Young bird, of course, already informed me of Stannis's course of action."
Everra looked at him intently, trying to judge the look in his eyes. The shock was evident, the widening of his eyes was genuine and all the colour left his face.
"We need to warm them—" He started, standing from where he sat.
"Sit down Lord Edwin," Everra swiftly commanded, her voice hardening.
The older man stopped in his tracks, his eyes now widening with horror and not shock. He sat back down, his movements stiff, as if he could no longer comprehend his actions.
"We are going to warn them?" He asked, his voice breathless, "Right?"
The silence between the three of them was stiffening and settled over them like a noose around their necks.
"No," Everra eventually answered, "No we are not going to warn them."
"All those people—" Lord Edwin started, the horror in his voice evident.
"All those people," Everra snarled, her green eyes furious, "Are my people. I would not simply get up and go off to war without preparing those I leave behind with a plan of action incase an event such as this happened."
Lord Edwins eyes bore into hers and when he spoke, the usual authoritative tone he used when he spoke had vanished, leaving only a small, ragged voice in its place, "You would let all of your people die—"
"Grow up," Everra snapped at him, "I have discussed with you in the past my plans in case something like this is to happen and I wad not there."
Lord Edwin seemingly tenses and relaxes at the same time, remembering their discussions, but unwilling to let go of his anger.
"The woman and children along with a few guards will take the path up to the blood mountains, the one we have been using for hundreds of years. "
Silence followed after her words, before a reluctant looking Youngbird asked, "My lady, forgive me, but what else?"
Everra contemplated this for a moment, before replying, "Wildfire."
Youngbird swallow loudly at this, his eyebrows narrowing, "How did you obtain—"
Everra raised an eyebrow at him, wondering if he was truly about to ask her that.
"They will attack and they will burn," Everra stated, the threat evident in her voice.
No remorse.
No pity.
No regrets.
And she will watch the world burn around her.
"What?" a voice asked from behind her.
Everra's heart dropped to her stomach at the sound of the voice, her hands tightening into fists as she turned around to face him, his brown eyes piercing into her green ones, hurt and betrayal evident in his face.
"Jon," she spoke softly yet firmly, taking a step forward.
He did not reply, instead he continued to stare at her.
"Leave us," she commanded, waiting until the two other men left.
When they did, after sending concerned glances her way she started, "Jon—"
"How?" He spat out at her, cutting her off, "Why? Those are your people— my people— How—What kind of person would stand by and let their own people die?"
He paced around the tent furiously, his cheeks flushed with anger and the vein near is neck growing more and more evident by the second.
"Jon," Everra started once more, "It is a strategic decision, one that was made based on the outcome that would help us most during this war. The war which we are trying to win. Priorities must be made. It is what is needed to be done."
"Anna is there!" He yelled, stopping his pacing to face her. "The woman that I love, that I plan on spending the rest of my life with is there. The woman whose mother died because of your father. Countless others have suffered the same fate because of your father. Now, your just like him, letting them all die to serve your purpose."
Everra waited a few moments to watch the expression of horror enter his face and regret, watched as his mouth opened before closing stubbornly, clinging onto his rage.
"Jon," she said, softly, her frosty gaze piercing into his, "I understand your anger, but if you ever say something like that to me ever again, if you ever talk about my father to anyone ever again I will cut out your tongue, feed it too that bloody wolf of yours and then slit your throat, do you understand me?" She commanded.
"Yes, I understand," Jon muttered.
Andromache entered the tent behind Jon, strolling in peacefully. She walked up to Everra and started to put, rubbing her head against her thigh.
"Stop," Everra commanded, her gaze meeting Jon's once more. Andromache growled softly at her, before moving towards her bed, leaping onto the foot of it and curling into herself.
"Can I just ask you one question, my lady?" Jon asked, his voice small and his eyes avoiding hers, "Does Robb know?"
Everra stiffened at his words, her eyes flicking over his face before answering, "Yes."
He let out a bitter laugh at her response, before shaking his head, turning on his heal, and stalking out of the tent.
"Jon," she called out, speeding up to his retreating form, "Jon!"
She walked quickly, her eyes tracking his movements as he moved quickly towards the direction of Robb tent, his steps brisk, his back stiff with the rage evident on his face.
She did not yell out at him, instead quickening the movements of her legs, ignoring the curious glances sent her way.
"Jon!" She hissed at him when they came into sight of Robb's tent, but he made no sign of stopping, instead going faster towards it, disappearing behind the tents curtains with Everra at his heels.
Robb stood from his seat at the sight of them, confusion evident on his face, his mouth opening to address them, but before he could Jon stalked up to him and punched him. The sound echoed throughout the tent, Robb's head snapped towards the side, a red mark apparent on his face.
"You disgust me," Jon spat at him, taking a step back.
"Guards," Everra called, watching Jon with a feeling of. . . helplessness and acceptance. What they had done was unforgivable.
The guards burst into the tent, there swords drawn. At the sight of the three of them they all paled, their gazes turning towards Jon.
"Escort him to a cell," she commanded, "Leave him there for the night to calm down."
"Yes my lady," they responded, bowing their heads before stalking up to Jon, grasping his arms and forcing them behind his back.
Everra did not meet his eyes as they dragged him away.
Her eyes flickered towards Robb, who had begun to rub his hand over the mark on his cheek, his eyes downcast.
"You made the right choice," She states, her voice void of any emotion.
His eyes fly up to meet hers and for once the bitterness in them surprises her, though she does not let it show.
"My brother," he starts, frustration breaking through his voice, "Thinks that I am a monster."
"Aren't we all?" She retorts, 'We can not control what the world demands of us to survive Robb."
Robb lets out a small bitter laugh, his eyes flashing, "We all have a choice Everra, about the routes we take to become the men we wish to be. My father taught me a way, my mother taught me the same, and within the past few months of meeting you I. . . have disregarded their teachings. Turned into this person that—" His jaw locked with emotion as he spoke, "is the very thing that I set out to fight against when going to war."
His hand reaches up to brush through his hair, his lips twisting into a grimace as though he swallowed something bitter.
Everra watches him, comforting others is not her speciality. It is not something she knows how to do. Emotions are the one thing in her short years that she has not yet fully comprehended, as though she were still a child. Comforting others— truly wanting to comfort another person was not something she had ever desired to do. She still had no desire too but she knew she had to try.
"Your right," she says calmly, "We all have choices as to the routes we take to get where we are. The truth is, is that some have more freedom to chose who they desire to be. We are not those people. We are leaders. Leaders make choices, whining about them is not going to make them any less harder but as time goes on, it does get easier. What was once torture for you to decide turns into another daily decision. We do not have the freedom of the choice of being honourable. That is not a luxury we can afford. Your right, you have changed. I have changed you. I have taught you how to survive in a world that has no place for honourable men. We make choices as to the leaders we want to be. I think you have the potential to be one of the greatest kings Westeros has ever seen. But you need to learn to let go of your self pity. You need to learn to be willing to do anything for your people. I wouldn't have let Stannis attack RedRun if I thought that all my people would be slaughtered. There are no good guys Robb, it is time for you to accept that."
"Jon—"
"Will forgive you one day. You are family," she states, her green eyes meeting his blue ones, "You'll figure it out."
"Thats easy for you to say," Robb snaps at her, his hands flying away from his face, "You have no family."
Everra wished she could say that she felt hurt by his words, or offended. It would have been easier for her. But she did not. She felt no hurt. No pain. No betrayal. Nothing.
Robb's eyes widened at her, horror apparent on his face.
"I am sorry Everra I did not mean too—"
"Don't,'" she said sharply, raising a hand in a motion to halt his words, "No point in apologising for something that is true."
"Everra—"
"Stop."
Robb shifted uncomfortably on his feet, his eyes downcast in shame. Everra merely looked at him once more, an unfamiliar feeling rising in her throat, she opened her mouth to speak before quickly shutting it, turned on her heel, and walked away.
When she entered her tent once more, a peacefulness had settled inside her. A calmness that shook her, that suppressed anything she may have felt before. She removed her cloak, tossing it onto a chair and rubbed her neck, swallowing uncomfortably.
The calmness was slipping away. Piece by piece.
She let out a deep breathe, her heart beginning to thrum in her veins, the sound echoing in her ears.
You have no family.
What kind of person lets all of their people die?
I did what is needed to be done.
She stumbled towards the table, trapping ahold of one of the glasses on the tray, her fists clenching as the words echo inside her, branding themselves into her very skin, into her nails, into her heart. Everywhere.
Her fists clenched tighter and tighter around the glass until eventually the emotions inside of her snapped.
She let out a small roar of anguish. throwing the glass across the room. The rage inside of her was unstoppable, the emotions were pouring out of her fingertips. One glass was thrown, then another and another until the tray was thrown with a clatter. When she was done, the anger rising in her throat, burning her insides, she sank down onto the floor, banging her head against the back of the chair.
Oh how the mighty have fallen.
It took her a few moments to realise that the words had been spoken aloud.
Her head snapped forward, her eyes widening at the sight of her.
The woman.
She stood, the rage thrumming underneath the surface, waiting to burst.
"What in the seven hells are you doing here?" She snarled, her hands curling into fists.
The woman took a wary step back, her eyes fluttering nervously.
"I am here to warn you of an unknown imminent threat—"
"Unknown imminent threat?" Everra scoffed, her voice laced with bitterness, "Why didn't you warn me about other imminent threats? Daavos, Stannis—"
"I am here to warn you about Stannis," the older woman pleaded, taking a step forward, "But you must collect yourself my lady, the rage you carry in your heart is dangerous to all of those around you, even more to yourself."
Though it may have pained Everra to admit it, the woman was right, and so she took three deep breaths, her composure slowly collecting itself, the mask she had firmly in place returning, until her eyes were void and unreadable, her face relaxed and calm.
"Speak," She commanded, her hands clasping together in front of her.
The older woman sighed softly, "There are powers that even I can not foresee my lady, a future, a betrayal. . . you must understand."
Everra frowned at her, her mouth opening, "Why is Stannis attacking RedRun?"
The older woman continued as though she had not heard her, "Someone with rage similar to yours, was left behind in your wake, as you left to travel the world. Someone's whose bitterness and hatred and coldness rivals yours, my lady. I did not see it before, but I see it now. He looked for someone to blame for his bitterness, for his loneliness and he blamed you. He hated you. He framed a family which you killed on your return home, The Blood Feast they call it throughout Westeros. Countless of times through your travels, he has sent many to kill you, to spy on you but you always outwitted him. I did not see it before, the Red Woman's magic is more powerful than I could ever have anticipated. He struck when war is apparent, side with Stannis, and he gets to see you fall. To see you shunned from society, deemed a traitor and a liar. Be burnt, be raped. He wants to see you fall."
"I am not a traitor," Everra says, her voice cold.
The older woman sighs at her, then speaks, "You once sent a chest to Magister Illyrio as an apology for refusing the elder Targaryens proposal, what you sent, gave Daenerys Targeryen the most powerful weapon in this entire war. Dragons. You once said that he proved his loyalty to you long ago, that you need not have him prove his loyalty to you once more. You made a mistake my lady, he has told Stannis everything there is to know about RedRun, all the passages, the wildfire you hold. Everything. Your people will die and you will fall. I discovered how the Young Wolfs face appeared on the shadow, the Red Woman needed the blood and the hair of the man whose shadow she births. Surprisingly enough, that is easy for a lower lord to obtain unnoticed. He expected you to die then. But you didn't. Though now he has all he needs to bring your downfall, you allowed a servant, your handmaiden, to kill one of your most popular knights—"
"Anna is involved?" Everra asks, somehow surprised, "How—"
"You must move," The older woman pleads, "And you must move quickly."
"Lord Edwin has summoned his grace to reveal all of your secrets, he knows the truth about this. He needs to be stopped, before it is too late."
"Lord Edwin," Robb starts, looking up from his papers to look at the older man.
He did not know him well, they had barely spoken but he knew that he was apart of Everra's private council. At the thought of her name, Robb almost winces in shame. He could not believe he had not stopped her from leaving, the helplessness he felt. He could have almost shivered.
"A pleasure to finally get to talk to you," he says, standing to greet the older man.
Lord Edwin nods at this, returning the sentiment and though Robb does not know, he has this weird sense that something is not quite right. The look in the older mans eyes reminded him of the look in Everra's, cold and calculating but something was different in his, while Everra's was cold they were never. . . He did not know how to word it, but there was a difference and it unnerved him.
"Your grace," he starts, "The information I bring you today is not something I take lightly."
Robb tries to hide his confusion, masking it by taking a sip of his water, eyeing the older man carefully.
"It is about Lady Everra."
Robb stiffens at the mention of her name, mistrust flaring in his veins but he is careful not to let it show.
"I know that the two of you have grown. . . close,your grace," The man continues, "Believe me I was shocked when I discovered. . ."
"When you discovered what?" Robb demands, his blue eyes turning stormy.
"My lady's secrets."
Robb's hands tighten into fists, and as he speaks he makes sure to keep his voice even, calm, "What secrets do you speak of?"
"You and Lady Everra share a brother in Jon Snow."
Robb blinks once, twice, trying to hide his disbelief, "That is a lie—"
"Your grace forgive me but it is not," Lord Edwin says, "Her mother gave birth to him during the war, your father and her mother had a love affair and when the war was over your father returned home with the baby and her mother was married to Lady Everra's father. Her mother committed suicide when Lady Everra was four. I believe that she has a vendetta against you your grace."
Robb looks down at his hands, which have begun to shake, "How—uh," he clears his throat. trying to keep a hold of his emotions, "Why do you suspect this?"
"She has consulted with dark forces in an attempt to gain your trust, your grace, she has only been helping you as a result of her true loyalties orders."
Robb's face snaps up at his words, his blue eyes clashing with his, "And who is that?"
The older man shifts in his seat and clears his throat, "Daenerys Targeryen your grace. When she was still in Essos she was asked by the elder Targeryen to marry, she refused however, she was the one who supplied Daenerys with her dragons in an attempt to gain her trust. All of her actions have been to try to eliminate any other threat to the iron throne so when her queen comes, there is nothing standing in her way."
Robb gulps loudly, his disbelief still thrumming in his veins, but there is one question that is eating at him, "Why?"
The older man frowns at him and tilts his head, "Why what, your grace?"
'Why are you telling me this? What do you wish to gain?"
The older man frowns slightly for a moment, something flashing in his eyes before he states, 'I have always admired your family, your grace, I began to distrust the Legrath family since Lady Everra's father took power.'
Robb eyes him carefully, trying to judge what the man in front of him is thinking "And as to what you wish to gain?"
"RedRun, your grace," Lord Edwin replies.
"Is there anything else you wish to reveal?" Robb asks, standing from his seat.
"Yes," Lord Edwin replies, "Lady Everra killed her own father."
Robb freezes at his words, his head snapping to the side to stare at the older man, discomfort pumping through his body, "How do you know that?'
The older man freezes, slightly, his eyes flashing, "I have had my suspicions for a long time your grace, but I wish to divulge my knowledge to the rest of the council at RedRun, with your permission of course, your grace," Lord Edwin adds, clasping his hands together.
Robb nods at him, decided and watches as the older man stands, and listens numbly as he speaks, "I am glad that we are finally ridding ourselves of such a family your grace."
His words unleash something within Robb and so he eyes him carefully, his words echoing in his mind.
Finally ridding ourselves. . .
Suspicions for a long time. . .
"Lord Edwin," Robb says, decided, "I'm afraid I can not let you do that."
The older man freezes, the colour leaving his face. "Your grace what—"
Robb moves so fast the older man could have never saw him coming, and before Robb can fully comprehend his actions there is a slit in the older mans throat, and he watches numbly as he sinks to his knees, Lord Edwins eyes large with surprise. Blood begins to drip out of his lip and Robb feels all his emotions threatening to overwhelm him.
Robb does not speak as he watches the life slowly leave the mans body, as the blood drains out of him and does not even realise that he dropped the bloody knife onto the ground. Numbness crept through his veins, hardening his heart as he realised that Everra was right.
They all made choices as to the people they wished to be.
He had just made his.
When Everra eventually reached Robb's tent, the two guards outside looked at her and moved to block the entrance, "Apologies my lady, but his grace and Lord Edwin are in the middle of a meeting."
Everra's heart dropped in her chest, and her lips went dry, yet she kept her composure and commanded, "I understand, yet the matter I wish to discuss with his grace is urgent, I would not interrupt this meeting otherwise."
The two guards share a contemplative look, before nodding and stepping aside.
Everra took a deep breath and stepped forward into the tent, preparing herself for the worst.
What she saw. . . . surprised her. Challenged her.
Lord Edwin was on the ground dead, his throat slit but more importantly, Robb was standing above him, his face downcast, and his hands shaking.
He had not yet realised she was there.
Everra took one step back, snapping into action.
She ignored the surprised look of the guards as she snarled, "You do no let anyone come in this tent until I say so, understood? You do not breathe a word of anything you might see to anyone is that clear? If I hear even a whisper of anything that happened tonight I will make sure that you and all of your loved ones die the most painful death imaginable, do I make myself clear?"
They nodded at her, fear evident on their faces.
She nodded at them and re-entered the tent, to the same sight.
Robb had not moved a muscle.
She took a few steps forward, her mouth twisting at the sight, her voice gentle as she spoke, "Robb?"
He made no sign of hearing her and so she walked up to him, gently placing her hand on his shoulder.
"Robb," she whispered.
He glanced at her, his eyes wide with horror and yanked himself away from her, the horror in his eyes being replaced with rage.
"You lied to me!" He yelled, his eyes wide.
She looked at him calmly, trying to plead with him with her eyes, trying to make him understand, "Robb let me explain—"
"Did you know that my father was going to die? That my brother was going to be crippled? that my family was going to be torn apart?" He snarled, his voice rising with the power of his fury.
"Yes, I did but it was not that simple—"
"Not that simple?" He asked, bitterness spitting out of his mouth, "You had the choice to stop this, to make sure that this war never even started and you chose not too. Too fucking serve your own purpose!"
"I made those choices to make sure that you became King!" She shouted back, "That the Lannister did not win! You would have gone to war regardless of whether or not I existed, except this time around you and your family would have been butchered!"
Robb scoffs at her, his hand slamming down on the table, "And why in all the hells should I believe you? You killed the only family you had. You have no understanding of what it means to be human. Fuck, we even share the same brother. You didn't tell me."
Everra simply watched, letting him rage on.
"Robb—"
"Do not call me that," he spat at her, "Do not fucking dare."
They glared at each other for a while, the tension between them growing until the air was so thick they could hardly breathe, "I am so angry with you. I could—" Robb stops, his voice breaking.
"Robb you need to calm down so we can get rid of the body—"
"Do not tell me what I should or should not do!" He yells, tossing the tray on his desk to the side with a loud clatter.
She stared at him, her green eyes glinting with anger as well now.
"Stop acting like a child," she snarled at him.
Robb scoffed at her her, his eyes full with bitterness.
"No, this," he says, " Is childish."
Then he stalked right up to her and kissed her with all his might.
Unlike the other one, which was filled with passion yet had been gentle, this one was filled with their rage, his hurt, her frustration, the air was burning around them, making it hard to breathe but gods be damned Robb did not care.
They stumbled backwards, their mouths tied together furiously, neither willing to admit defeat as they continued on, their passion making their blood boil, neither knowing whose limbs where whose as her hands lifted up to sink themselves in his curls.
Everra suddenly felt the back of the table against her back, the force of the collision breaking their lips apart.
They stared at each other panting, the weight of their decision beginning to dawn on them as the moments passed.
Robb surged forward, eager to recapture her lips as she pressed a hand on his chest, stopping him.
She glanced down at his swollen lips, before her gaze flickered back up to his eyes, and watched as he raised an eyebrow at her, as if to ask her really?
She shook her head and leaned forward, recapturing his lips with her own, letting her hands wonder around his chest and up to his curls and tugged at them, listening to him let out a small groan.
Their lips broke apart as Robb placed opened mouth kisses on her neck as he hosted her up onto the table, his hands wondering to the back of her dress.
She pulled back from him slightly, their eyes meeting. They were both angry with each other, one hurt and the other to blame, if they did this. . . it could ruin everything. It would ruin everything. This was impulsive and though Everra knew she needed to regain his trust, she briefly wondered if this was the way.
"Do you want too—"
She cut off his words by kissing him on the mouth harshly.
There was no talking after that.
A/N. . . . . Surprise? This chapter was so hard to write guys. . . I hope you enjoyed this. The characters make many questionable decisions this chapter and I hope it felt 'natural' to you, I debated for a while whether or not Robb and Everra should have a . . . relationship. Tell me, do you guys think Everra is only doing this to regain his trust or because she genuinely has feeling for Robb? AND OMG WHAT DO YOU GUYS THINK OF THE REVEAL THAT LORD EDWIN IS- WAS RIP— A TRAITOR? I wanted to kind of have Everra's world and her relationships be shaken a little bit. I know that its been a while and i'm sorry for that guys. But the world (AKA Optics) demands my attention. I also listened to some of your questions last chapter as to why Stannis attacked RedRun and had some of the characters voice them as I realised that you guys raised a valid point. Sometimes authors make decisions based on what serves them best for their story and not whether or not it is something a character would actually do. Sorry about that, I'm still learning from my mistakes. Love you guys, all of you are so amazing. Remember to review! Until next time, whenever that may be, FionaKevin073 :)