Author's Note: Thank you for the reviews, follows and favorites. I loved writing this chapter, it's something I really want to start doing more of. Because for as much as the story is about Anna and Theon it's about Anna and Robb too. Anyway I hope you enjoy.

Disclaimer: I do not own Game of Thrones, or the novels A song of Ice and Fire series. I own Anna. Lyrics from Hey Brother by Avicii

"Hey brother, there's an endless road to rediscover

Hey sister, know the water's sweet but blood is thicker

oh, if the sky comes falling down, for you

there's nothing in this world I wouldn't do."

Chapter 9: After the blood dries.

Robb

Robb Stark held the raven in his grip, Roose Bolton standing sullen in the entrance of the room, Robb could not let the man see his weakness. The anger in him rose, he would burn the Iron islands to the ground, he would find Theon there and kill the man.

"Thank you for the news, Lord Bolton. I will be going with my mother to Riverrun for the funeral of my grandfather. I expect you will keep the garrison here in my absence."

Robb tried to keep his tone neutral but everything was falling apart. His home was burnt to the ground, everyone inside slaughtered and his siblings were missing. He had hope but he knew his hope only counted for so much. Anna was strong but he did not put anything past his traitorous friend.

"Of course, your grace."

Robb left him, and went in search of his mother. She had betrayed him, let the Kingslayer go, and he now would have to tell her three more of her children were missing. Robb cursed himself for letting Anna go, but he knew he had to do so. If she had not been in Winterfell he did not doubt they would have found the bodies of his brothers. Anna was strong,and she would have tried her best to save the boys. As he walked through Harrenhal Robb thought of the last time he saw her, the tension between them. He wished he could have held her once more, he wished he could have told her how proud he was to be her brother. She was the strong twin, she always had been. While he was screaming for revenge she was calm, and in private she broke. She was the better ruler, she should have been their Queen.

He found his mother sitting alone, irons on her wrists. She was a prisoner now, he had no choice in the matter. Catelyn Stark was his mother but she betrayed their cause, just as Theon had done. Her saving grace was the fact that she was his mother, no doubt his men would have had her killed if she was anyone else.

"Mother." He tried to keep his voice calm.

"My son."

He stood away from her, his body against the wall. He did not know how to tell her, he had comfort in his wife but his mother had no one left.

"Word has come from Riverrun." When her eyes met his, he knew. "I am sorry mother, grandfather has passed, fallen to his sickness."

She did not speak at first, tears welled in her eyes but she did not cry. She looked to him as her son, and he wished to hold her but he made no move. He was mourning his own.

"I had not seen him years, far too many to count. He was my father and I had not been with him."

Robb knew the feeling, his father had died and he could do nothing. He had ridden south with a host of men intent on saving him, but he failed. He knew the feeling.

"We will go to the funeral together, Lord Bolton will hold the garrison here in our stead."

"Will I be going to the funeral of my father with shackles on my wrists?"

Robb did not crack a smile or laugh at his mother's sour joke. His face held it's sullen look. He could not imagine how he would tell her. Her free children, the only free children she had, were gone. Disappeared into the night without a trace.

"What is it? What more news?"

"Word has come from Winterfell, Lord Bolton's son did not get there in time. The Iron born were gone when they arrived, the castle was burnt and everyone inside slaughtered." He watched the horror fill her face. "Bran, Rickon and Anna were no where to be found. They could have escaped mother, or Theon could have taken them home as hostages."

He had to believe that they were alright, he had to. He was fighting a war to save his other sisters, he had to believe that Anna and the boys were alright.

"Have you gotten any word or demands?"

"No, but Anna is strong she would not fail the boys. She would have died before letting harm come to them."

The thought had plagued his mind. Anna would have died for her blood, and he only had to hope Theon would not have allowed that. If the man had any love in his heart for Anna, Robb had to believe he did, then he would not allow his sister to die.

"No word for anyone? Not from Anna or Theon?"

"No.."

His mother stood and he made the move to embrace her. A silent tear fell from him, but he would not let anymore go. He would find them, he knew they were alive. Anna was his twin, he would know if she was dead, and he had not felt her die.

"I will find them mother, I promise you. He will pay for what he has done and our blood will be returned to us."

"Hey brother, do you still believe in one another

Hey sister, do you still believe in love, I wonder?"

Catelyn

She suffered upon hearing of her father, but her heard broke hearing of her children. Sansa lay in the hands of the Lannisters, Arya was missing, Bran, Rickon and Anna could not be found. She knew her children were strong but some were so young. Bran and Rickon had no place out in the wild, and she could only pray for their protection. She knew Robb was right, given the chance Anna would have died protecting them. She was always a stubborn child, in every way her namesake.

As she rode to Riverrun Catelyn was reminded of the day her twins came into the world. She had laid with her new husband and as he rode south she never imagined she carried his children inside of her. When she bore the first child, her crying son, she thought it was over but the pain began again. She bore another child, a girl who did not cry as she came from her mother and for a moment Cat worried for her child. But as they were both placed in her arms, they held her gaze, beautiful blue eyes and smiles were what she saw.

From the moment of their birth the two could not be pulled apart. Catelyn had watched them grow together, and would always find herself smiling at them. Though Robb had been the one to come from her crying he had grown cold over the years, grown serious like his father. Anna was different, the girl always wore a smile and she could always be found laughing. She was a light, and she brought out the best in Robb. Catelyn could only pray that they would find their way back together, they needed each other.

"M'lady may I help you?"

They had taken a break upon the road, and Catelyn began to make a wreath of the Seven for her children. She would make one for each of them, keeping them protected and safe from harm. She had made one for Bran while sitting at his bedside, and now she had to make ones for the rest of her children.

"You can't." Catelyn did not find herself in favor of Talisa, her son's Queen. "Only a mother can make them for her children."

Her hands shook as she made them, tears hiding behind her blue eyes, she did not cry. She rarely cried in the presence of strangers, it was a trait she had passed to her daughter. Her strong, eldest daughter.

"Have you made one before?"

"Twice."

Catelyn thought back on those times, the times that had defined her as a mother. She made one for Bran as she sat at his side, her daughter there with her. Anna did not smile then, but she would talk to Bran as if he was awake. She would tell him stories and tell them how they'd fight together. When Catelyn was alone with Bran she would try to do the same, but she herself could not find joy in speaking with her child.

"I made when for Bran, when I prayed for him to survive the fall. Many years before that one of the boys came down with the pox, it was awful. Maester Luwin said if he made it through the night, he would live but it would be a very long night. So I sat with him all through the darkness, listening to his ragged little breaths, his coughing and whimpering."

That night had been so long ago but she had never forgotten, it was one of the longest nights of her life.

"Which boy?"

"Jon Snow." She said his name like poison, and she saw the way Lady Talisa shifted. She no doubt knew of Catelyn's feelings. "When my husband brought that baby home from the war I could hardly look at him. So I prayed to the Gods to take him away, to make him die. He got the pox."

Catelyn's mind went back to those days when she had her own two true born children and her husband's bastard babe in the home they shared. She wanted nothing to do with the child, he was not her child. She knew wishing death upon a babe, an innocent babe, was wrong.

"I knew I was the worst woman to ever life, a murderer. I condemned a poor innocent child to a horrible death all because I was jealous of his mother, a woman I didn't even know. So I prayed to all Seven Gods to let him live, I would love him, I would tell my husband to give him a true. Make him a Stark and be done with it."

Catelyn had wished she had kept that promise, had kept her oath.

"And he lived." Her tone was full of hope but Talisa did not know the truth of it.

"And he lived, but I could not keep my promise. And everything that has befallen my family since, all the horror that has reached us, is all because I could not love a motherless child."

Neither spoke after, and Catelyn could see the look on the woman's face. She did not care for her judgment, Catelyn knew what she had done. If she could have gone back with the wisdom she had now she would keep her promise. She would make the boy a Stark and spare her family the horror. She did not doubt her husband would live, her children would grow at home where they belonged.

She should have taken a lesson from her children, they loved Jon Snow, they loved him without issue. Sansa was the only one to follow in her mother's footsteps, but even she still loved the boy. Anna, Robb and Jon had grown as close as three children could. They were all the same age and as the years had passed a bond had formed even Catelyn could not break. She only hoped when the war ended, when the ashes settled and the blood had long dried they would all find each other again. They would all be a family again, even the bastard son.

"What if I'm far from home? Oh brother, I will hear you call.

What if I lose it all? Oh sister, I will help you out."

Anna

A week had passed and she still sat in a chamber in the Dreadfort. She cursed and she screamed but no one listened. She had tried send word to Robb but she doubted the raven left the fort. She wanted him to know where she was, that she was alright. She did not know if he knew of her fate, for truth, or if she had been lied to. She had not seen the Bolton bastard since Winterfell, but his maids tried to keep her company. She wanted no company,she wanted her freedom, she wanted her brother and mother, she wanted her home back.

"Lord Ramsay is seeking your presence for dinner, M'lady. I am to give you a bath."

One of the bastard's maids came to her, the dark haired one. Anna liked her the least, she was cold and cruel.

"If your bastard Lord seeks me, he can come find me himself." Anna stood from the desk, where she had written a hundred letters. "I can bathe without you help, now leave."

The dark haired girl eyed her, a fury in her gaze. Anna knew fury, she knew rage, but doubted the woman had ever laid her hand upon another. She was a flowery maid, one that no doubt kept Ramsay company in his bed at night.

"He does not like being called a bastard, you do wise to remember that, M'lady."

Anna hated her tone, she hated everything about the Dreadfort. She should have been Robb, she should have ran with Grey Heart when she had the chance. She put a small amount of faith in the words of a northern man and it failed her.

"As I said, leave."

Anna stripped herself and took a seat in the bath. She washed herself, waiting for the bitch to leave her chambers but she didn't. Anna let a sigh of frustration leave her lips as she washed, the dirt had been caked deep into her soft skin. She had not cared, but she would have to look pretty if she was going to play the bastard. She was not a simple girl, he could not manipulate her.

"You have such beautiful hair." The woman began to wash Anna's red hair, and she wished to rip it from her grasp.

"Leave, and do not touch me."

The maid did not listen, she began to run her fingers through Anna's hair. With a growl Anna ripped her hair from the woman's hands, fire in her eyes. She stood in the bath and face the bitch.

"I will give you one more warning, leave me."

When the woman did not move,but just stood there before Anna with a smirk on her lips, Anna did the only thing she could think of. Anna slapped her across the face with enough force to split the girl's lip. She looked Anna dead in the eyes before storming out.

Anna finished her bath in peace, dressing quickly afterward. She did not know how long it would be before the bitch came back for her. Anna sat at the vanity placed in the room and brushed her hair, so similar to her brother's own color. She missed him, and as she looked in the mirror she could have sworn she saw him looking back. But it was not him, it was just an image like in her nightmares. Her nightmares that had not faded, but only got more clearer with each passing night. Someone was going to die, and she was resigned to watch it each night in her sleep.

"Lady Anna, I did not expect such harsh treatment of my maids at your hands."

Anna stood to face the bastard as he entered her room. She had no issue with children born as bastards but this, this one she could not stand. It was in his eyes, and even as his lips spoke kind words, his eyes said everything he truly meant.

"If she had not be so dim witted, I would not have had to strike her. I warned her to leave."

"I told her to come get you ready for dinner, she was here on my command. She knew better than to disobey me."

Anna walked up to him, a fire in her blue eyes.

"That is all well and good, but I did not want her. I don't need your maids to keep me company, I need to leave." Anna searched for a weapon her room. "You told me I could leave after a week, and the week is gone."

She watched the bastard smirk, and her body felt like ice. He was not a man who could inspire warmth from her.

"We will speak of that over dinner, now come, m'lady."

He held her arm out for her but she refused him. She walked out the room ahead of him, storming through the halls of the Dreadfort. It was a cold place, colder than her own home, and it darker than any cell she had ever seen. She heard his footsteps behind her, but she truly did not know where she was going. She had never stepped foot in the place.

"It's this way, Lady Anna."

Anna followed him to what she thought would be a hall but instead she found herself in his chambers. She could only guess they were his. Anna wanted to flee but she would not let him see her weak, she would stand tall. She took a seat a a table he had set with food, and when she saw the knife next to her plate a million thoughts rushed to her mind.

"Would you care for some wine? Myranda come here, love."

The dark haired maid stepped from the shadows, her lip cut open and Anna could not help but feel guilt. Anna was not usually a cruel person but she felt like a trapped wolf once again, she just wanted to be free. She wanted to find her brothers and be with her mother again. She deserved that much after everything she had gone through.

"Myranda, apologize to the Lady for how you acted."

"I am sorry, Lady Anna."

Anna was shocked at how the girl just did what she was told, she acted like a puppy. Anna looked at the bastard with contention she could not understand how he could treat a human being like such a dog.

"It is alright, Myranda, just please if I ask you to leave me do so. I am not truly a cruel woman, I am sorry for my actions as well."

"See how well you two can get on." His voice was cheery, but it gave Anna chills. "No leave us Myranda, I have things to discuss with Lady Anna."

Once more the woman did as she was asked and left them alone. Anna ate her food in silence, she ate like her mother raised her to. She kept her eyes down, and a fake smile upon her face. She would play the part of a simple, sweet, Lady.

"I have received word from my father, your brother goes to Riverrun for the funeral of your grandfather."

Anna felt her heart sink, she could not remmebr her mother's father but she knew her mother would be suffering. She would be broken at the loss.

"I must go to them."

"Your brother informed my father to keep you here, he will send men for you when the time comes."

Anna refused to abide by those words. Until she saw them written in her brother's hands, until she knew it was from his mouth.

"I do not care what my brother says, you can not keep me here." Anna kept her hand on the knife. "I am sorry, but I am free to go as I wish."

"You are correct, Lady Anna, I can not force you to stay here." His lips held a smile but his eyes glinted with something sinister. "But you will stay, we both know it."

Anna stood from her seat, the knife in her grip.

"Are you so sure, bastard? Because if I wish to leave, I will do so."

He made no move, he continued to sit in his seat drinking his wine. His grey eyes did not leave her, and his stare began to unnerve her. She took a step from the table, the knife in her grip, she began to walk past him toward the door.

She made it to the door before she felt her body pushed against the cold, hard stone. Her face was pressed against the wall, and the man had her hands tight in her grip.

"Little girls shouldn't play with knives Anna." His breath was hot against her cheek. "I can not make you stay, but if you are going to leave I ask you drop the knife. The safety of men is paramount to me."

Anna struggled against the man's body. The way his body pressed against hers was almost sickening. After a moment of struggling she dropped the knife, and he removed himself from her. He stood back, his hands held up in a peaceful manner and a grin on his face.

"Your wolf is in the kennel if you wish to take her with you." He bowed his head. "I wish you a safe journey, Lady Anna of Winterfell."

She didn't respond to him, she pulled up the skirt of her dress and left the room. She had thrown her proper behavior out the window, she would not stay here. She walked through the maze of halls until a scream echoed through the halls. The scream cut through her body and sent chills down her spine. She could imagine the flayed man banners and her chills just increased.

"Gods forgive me."

She continued on through the halls until she came to two giant wooden doors, no doubt the exit. She waited to see if she could hear a scream again, when she heard nothing she pushed the doors open. It was dark, the moon the only light in the night sky. Anna took one deep breath before she stepped out into the world.

"I will find you, boys, I promise."

Anna took a few more steps, her mind filled with prayers and wishes. She would find her brothers, her mother, and she would beg Robb to spare Theon. If she could get to him before the execution she would beg him if she had to, plead. No one else was going to die, if she could help.

She spied the kennel in the distance, she could hear Grey Heart howling. As a smile grew on her face Anna made her way to the building holding her wolf, but before she could reach it a pain shot through her head.

Robb, Theon, Mother, Sansa, Arya, Bran, Rickon, Jon..

Their names echoed in her mind before she fell into darkness.

"hey brother, there's an endless road to rediscover

hey sister, do you still believe in love, I wonder?

Oh, if the sky comes falling down, for you

there's nothing in the world I wouldn't do."

A/N: I hope you all liked this chapter. I wanted to show that the story isn't just about her love for a man who fucked her over, but also her love for her family. She had gone to war with Robb, she wants her family together. It's not just a story of love but of family. At least that's what I am going for.