Hey guys this was a one shot AU asked for by Aarbs23 where Melisandre brings Everra back to life. Somethings are changed from the original BMHB storyline, and the most major one is that Robb and Everra brought Melisandre with them to Kings Landing. Thank you guys for everything! This is rather short, unfortunately. I just went back to school, and well, it is stressful and tiring, so I'm kind of drained right now, but I wanted to post this. If anyone wants another part, feel free to recommend something, but I can not promise when it will be uploaded. Anyway, thanks guys.

Bring Me Back to Life

Her body is still when Robb walks into the tent that they are keeping her. The silent sisters that are preparing her body quickly scatter from the room with a small bow, and pulled a sheet over Everra's body to cover her nakedness. Robb could not bare to see her so still, so dead. He missed her already, and she had only been gone for a few hours. Her eyes were shut, hiding those beautiful green orbs that he would never see again. He would never feel her beneath him ever again, or feel the passion in her kisses.

She was gone.

Dead.

Robb nearly cringed at the feeling that erupted in his heart at the thought, but before he could do anything, he heard Jon move in behind him. Robb moved closer to her, and sat in the chair that was next to the table that she laying on. His eyes linger on her face, his eyes filled with heart ache and grief. Come back to me, his heart whispers, and he clasps onto one of her motionless hands, and nearly shivers at its coldness.

"Are you sure you want to do this?" Jon asks quietly, and Robb can practically feel his eyes boring into his skull. Robb however, does not move his eyes from her body. He has already decided. Many will frown and protest but damn them all to hell he loves her and she loves him. He remembers how she had whispered the words to him with her fighting breath, and how she had promised to never leave him. You promised Everra, he thought, holding her hand tighter, and yet you left anyway. He was going to make her come back and he would gladly go to the deepest of the hells for it.

"Send for her," he responds despondently, his eyes lingering on her face, never blinking, never moving.

He is never going to leave her side.

The red priestess is surprised to see him to say the least. He rose from his chair, and reluctantly let go of Everra's hand, turning to face her. Jon stands a few steps off to the side of him, and Robb tells the guards to leave the tent. It had been Everra's idea to bring Melissandre along with them in order to ensure she kept up her end of the bargain. Robb hadn't liked the idea, but now he was cursing himself for ever protesting the idea. She'll bring her back, he told himself, she will. She must.

It helped soften the roar that was his grief, telling himself that.

"I heard about the Lady Everra," the red witch stated, her eyes strangely unreadable. It was then that it occurred to Robb that he and Jon were shielding her body from view, and with little hesitance he stepped forward, fire in his eyes. "Save her," he commanded roughly, watching her eyes dart to Everra's face, "Bring her back." He can feel the air in the room sharpen like a knife, and can feel Jon stiffen behind him.

"I beg your pardon," Melissandre gasps, her eyes widening, "Something such as this does not always work your grace, there is no guarantee that it will work. The Lord must want her to return, and I have never heard of it being successful—"

"You will make sure that it is successful," He snaps coldly, his blue eyes a winter storm as he stares the red priestess down. Her face pales considerably, and she nods reluctantly, fumbling with her hands. She is a far cry from the woman he had met months beforehand. He moves to the edge of the tent with Jon, watching her movements closely. Andromache was on the other side of the table, sleeping peacefully, her tail curled around her. Robb watched as Melissandre lowered the sheet from her body, and had this strange to shield Everra's body from view. There was a cloth with water that the silent sisters had left from when they were working on her, and the red witch grabbed it, squeezing out the water onto Everra's chest.

It was a rather simple routine that she was doing, Robb noticed impatiently. She merely dragged the wet cloth around Everra's body, muttering one words in a language he did not understand. It was difficult to believe that this was meant to bring Everra back to life. She will, Robb thought, she has to. I can't do this without her.

It was then that the red witch stopped her movements, and paused, waiting for a sign of life. Robb waited with her, his heart rising to his throat with anticipation. He and Jon shared a look of hope, before the witch quietly murmured, "It did not work."

Robb stumbled back a few steps, his limbs feeling as though they weighed like stone, but somehow he mangled to exclaim angrily in his shock, "What do you mean it did not work?" The woman winced as though he had struck her, but Robb did not care. Everra is not coming back, she is never coming back, I can't I can't—

He brushed past her and pulled the sheet back up Everra's body, his own thrumming with rage. "Guards!" he barked angrily, his blue eyes furious with grief as he swayed next to the table, "Take the prisoner to the barracks and prepare her for execution—"

"Robb!" Jon protested, his brown eyes widening.

"Get out!" Robb commanded as they dragged Melissandre away, "All of you out!" He didn't hear Jon leave as he sunk back into the chair, grief making his grow numb. "I'm sorry," he whispered, grabbing ahold of her cold, lifeless hand and brining it to his forehead as he curled forward in defeat, "I'm so sorry. I love you. I love you. Come back."

He sat there in silence, his breathing the only sound filling his ears until—

Everra gasped.