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Arya
Arya had left the Kingsroad the day before, after an attack by the Gold Cloaks, who were looking for one of her friends named Grendy. Yoren had dismissed them easily, sending them back to the city.
The Gold Cloaks were looking for Grendy, but he and Arya didn't know why. At first, Arya thought they were looking for her, since she had escaped King's Landing with Yoren to hide among the Night's Watch recruits bound for the Wall, who would leave her behind as they passed Winterfell.
Now Arya was on the run, but she didn't know why, and it bothered her, because just the day before she had learned what Robb had been doing and how he was winning battle after battle against the Lannisters. Her brother was called the Winter Wolf, because according to those who were close to him, he breathed ice and cruelty like winter at his side.
Arya did not believe such nonsense, Robb was not cruel, he was just like his father. His only flaw was that he was always next to Theon Greyjoy, a loudmouth who was always bragging about the girls he had fallen in love with….
"People are coming," Yoren said, looking ahead from the front of the wagons.
They were going at a slow pace, right by these wagons, thought Arya, who hurried to look back, as did the others, expecting to see the Gold Cloaks with an army behind them, though Yoren said it would be days before they gave their report, and it hadn't even been two.
"Not from behind, from in front," Yoren shouted, signaling for them to move out of the way. Arya finally felt the ground move and heard the horses.
"It's an army," Arya thought in alarm.
Arya hurried to help with the wagons. She was already nervous and did not want trouble with any army, because she wanted to get to Robb as quickly as possible.
"Boy, if you can't handle a simple basket, get out of the way," growled an angry hunter when Arya tried to lighten the wagon by removing a basket, but it was heavier than she thought, as it had vegetables in it.
Arya was embarrassed and furious, but Grendy rushed to help her, which made her bite her lip. She would have insulted anyone who underestimated her, but this big guy was now her friend, and she felt they could be allies because they were both being pursued by the queen.
Arya decided to keep the peace and stand back, as she was told. Grendy, who looked like a bull, almost managed to push a wagon all by himself. Arya grimaced, if she was that strong, the queen couldn't chase her, because she would have killed them all by now.
…
Five minutes after hearing the horses, they saw the army approaching. It was a troop of men on horseback, but they were not knights, but wore furs and thick beards. They were northerners, Arya thought with heart in her hand, though they carried no northern banners, but the banner of the Faith of the Seven.
Arya fixed her gaze on their leader, a fat, balding man with thick mustaches, who rode at the head of a line of four knights and behind the bearer of the Faith's banner. He was followed by a whole troop of men in armor who stretched around the curve of the front road, taking up all the space.
The army looked at them and their leader ordered to halt at the sight of Yoren. He got off his horse and went to greet him courteously, so Arya confirmed that they were northerners.
The bald man spoke for a few minutes with Yoren, until a raven flew to his shoulder and made him wince. Then, to Arya's horror, the raven flew off the fat man's shoulder and flew straight at her to stand on her head.
Arya whipped around and drew her wooden sword to strike the raven, but it had already flown away, screeching above her. As this was happening, the fat man was looking at her suspiciously… well, everyone was looking at her.
Arya tried to shoo the raven away by throwing her sword at it to stop it from screeching around her, but the bird easily dodged it and kept screeching.
Arya watched as more northerners got off their horses and hurried to talk to the fat man, occasionally glancing at her. Arya was a little startled, but Yoren gave her a sly nod to stay calm and the raven stopped screeching overhead, and perched on a high branch of one of the many trees that shaded the road.
After a couple of minutes, the discussion among the northerners became somewhat heated and one of them gave a whistle to signal the others. A minute later, a galloping horse, on which a septa was riding, sped up to the other men.
The fat man cleared his throat uncomfortably and pointed at her, leaving her motionless. Yoren hurried to walk over to the man and ask for explanations. The bald man placed his massive arm over Yoren's shoulder and spoke quietly to him. Yoren looked displeased for a moment and then nodded, looking at Arya.
"Boy, go behind those trees with the septa," Yoren growled. That was an order.
Arya hesitated to run away; it was clear they meant to check if he was a boy.
"Your brother has sent for you, stop being suspicious and go to the septa, she is more in danger from your scent than you are from her," Yoren chided and his traveling companions let out nervous giggles.
Arya was stunned by Yoren's statement and did not resist when the septa approached and took her ten meters behind a large tree to pull down her pants and then pull them up again, and come out from behind the tree taking her by the hand, leading her to Yoren and the northerners.
"It's a girl," the septa declared. The five men, including the bald man, fixed suspicious glances on her.
"Are you sure?" asked the bald man to the septa.
The septa looked him in the eyes in absolute silence. The bald man stirred uncomfortably and hurried to kneel in front of Arya.
Leidy Arya, I am Wendel Manderly, second son of Wyman Manderly, lord of White Port and standard-bearer to your brother Robb, the Winter Wolf. I am on a mission of peace to rescue you and your sister, Lady Sansa Stark. Please excuse our rudeness," said the fat man.
"I am not a lady!" Arya shrieked, waking from her daze and feeling furious.
"Ah, that… your brother said you would say just that. Looks like we have the right person. Men, we will set up camp in this place to put up a tent, and you, the septas, will take care of cleaning up some of the road dust that our lady has picked up on her adventure," said the man, ignoring her completely. The men nodded serenely.
Arya, who knew what was coming next, tried to flee, but it was useless because the septas brought a whole company of more septas, there must have been more than twenty of them. After they had a tent pitched for them, they dipped Arya from head to toe in soap and water. Brushes, sponges and scrubbing skins were not lacking. Arya shrieked and kicked, but to no avail.
…
Two hours of torture later, Arya was dressed, combed, and had been poured with eau de cologne.
Arya had not resisted when they dressed her, for her clothes were pants. Pants of a soft, comfortable fabric, combined with white wolf-skin boots, a long-sleeved tunic and a doublet of the same fabric with a white, blue-eyed direwolf.
Arya could not believe it. The septas fitted her with a leather belt with the sword Needle sheathed in it. When the army of septas captured her, Arya had said goodbye to Needle, vowing revenge for her sword, but now they had returned it to her and even gave her a belt to wear it.
Arya thought she was dreaming and pinched her cheek hard. She gasped; she was definitely not dreaming.
"Leidy Arya, your brother sends his greetings and hopes you enjoy your gifts. He also sends word to tell you not to worry about your mother and siblings, for all are well," the leader of the septa informed her, making way for her to see the exit door.
Arya gave her a look of uncertainty.
"Just remember that every time you get dirty, you will end up submerged in soap and water, that's what your brother sent us for," said the septa with a bright smile, as she showed her two drawers full of clothes similar to the ones she was wearing.
Arya shuddered from head to toe and began to believe that her brother Robb had indeed turned evil.
"Please, go ahead. No one will harm you, we are on a mission of peace, in sight of the seven," the sept said, giving her a smile that sent shivers down her spine.
Arya had never met a septa who smiled, so it felt unearthly. Besides, this woman had overly muscular arms and when she held her, her hands felt like immovable claws.
Arya hurried out of the tent to escape from her, but she was very careful not to get dirty. She was afraid of getting dirty, Arya thought disgusted with herself, but unable to do anything about it.
As she left the tent, Arya saw that the camp had already been set up and the northerners were roasting meat next to Yoren. Arya was about to walk towards him to complain for having left her in the hands of the septas who were not septas, when she noticed that there was a cage next to Yoren and the northerners.
In the cage, stood a tall man wearing red robes with the Lannister lion on his chest. He had golden hair and green eyes. Arya pulled Needle out and lunged as she recognized Jaime Lannister, but a second later, he was dangling by the collar of his robe and being the target of laughter from the entire camp.
Arya looked back to see, to no surprise, that the leader of the septa had grabbed her by the collar of her tunic and was holding her with one hand as she gave her a crooked smile.
"He is a prisoner of your brother's. Do you want to throw his honor to the ground by killing him in his cell?" the septa asked. Arya bit her lip. She hadn't thought of that.
"The Lannisters cut off father's head!" Arya said, hating herself as her voice broke and came out tearful.
"I know," was all the septa said, and placed her back on the ground to stand like a statue at her back.
Arya understood that this septa who was not a septa had been sent there as her bodyguard. Arya reluctantly put Needle away and approached the northerners and the cage.
"Leidy Arya, are you sure she's a Stark and not a bear girl?" Wendel Manderly asked, eliciting much laughter.
"I'd say she bears some resemblance to the Big Dipper, Dasey," a soldier supported.
"And I'd say they talk too much," said the septa behind him, and the men choked.
"Leidy…" Wendel choked as the septa growled, "I mean, head septa, we were just joking, it's clear the girl is a wolf, just like her brother.
"Her brother is more snake than wolf," the septa snarled, and Arya noted great anger in her voice. Ser Wendel cleared his throat.
"The winter wolf is an honorable and compassionate man, so he trades the kingslayer for his innocent sister Sansa, now a prisoner of Queen Cersei's bastard spawn," he declared as if reading from a book.
The northerners nodded hastily. Ser Wendel looked at the kingslayer, who looked… depressed.
"Say your piece, kingslayer. The kingslayer sighed with annoyance.
"I charged, I wasn't a prisoner when the winter wolf shot my arm," he said with annoyance. Wendel Manderly nodded in satisfaction.
"You see, septa, our lord is an honorable man," he said and raised a tankard of ale, which was greeted by dozens of others around him.
Arya did not understand anything. Yoren was grimacing, but it was clear that he didn't understand anything either. Arya did hear and understand part of it, however, so she ran to the side of the wagon from where Jaime Lannister's sword arm was visible.
Arya saw the arm wrapped in bandage after bandage, which was kneaded on wooden slats, immobilizing the arm up to the shoulder. Arya smiled.
"Robb crushed your arm when he captured you?" Arya asked with satisfaction, for before her father was killed, this Lannister had wounded him badly in the leg, leaving him convalescent, perhaps that was why he was captured so easily.
Jaime Lannister looked her up and down and brought his left hand to his face to cover it.
"Gods, how much longer must I suffer with these madmen?" sighed the kingslayer in a voice heavy with helplessness.
"My lady, your brother is an honorable man, he would not do such a thing to a prisoner of noble blood as Jaime, they are pure inventions of people without trade," Wendel Manderly declared and looked again at Jaime Lannister.
"I attacked," the kingslayer snarled.
Wendel Manderly nodded with satisfaction. Arya could see that her brother had crushed the Kingslayer's arm and then tortured him somehow into saying it happened in battle.
Arya didn't care about the nonsense about honor, she only cared about her family and what was right. She didn't care what they did to people like the Lannisters, who had killed her father, so she looked with satisfaction at the kingslayer's crushed arm and felt proud of her brother Robb.
…
"Buuuuuuu… Buuuuuu" Arya woke up and in one leap, she was already wielding Needle, looking all around for enemies that would make… Buuuuu.
Arya shuddered. She was alone in the darkness of her large tent. Of course, there was an army outside, but the sound came from within.
"Buuuuuuuu. Buuuuuuu…. Ouch, that hurts!" Bran's voice complained.
"Behave or I'll call your brother," warned a deep voice Arya didn't recognize.
"Bran?" Arya asked in a nervous whisper.
"I'm above you," Bran said with annoyance. Chicken, if you're afraid of the dark, you nearly went through the roof of the tent with that leap," Bran accused, but as he looked up, Arya saw only the shadow of a raven and its black eyes staring at her.
Arya blinked, and her brain came to a quick conclusion.
"Bran, you turned into a raven, it was you who found me," Arya said excitedly.
Bran didn't speak for several seconds and then burst out laughing. He sounded like he was holding his belly, but the raven was still motionless, so Arya concluded that her first conclusion was wrong.
"What a fool, it's only a raven, but I can control it, because I'm a green-watcher, and I can control any animal," Bran explained, his voice full of pride. You have magic too, Robb, Rickon, and even Sansa, but they are just common skinwalkers, they can't compare with me," he said arrogantly.
Arya, who had listened to old Tata's tales, knew what a skinwalker was, but she didn't remember what a greenshifter was.
"What is a greenshifter?" asked Arya with annoyance to see what her silly younger brother was bragging about.
"What a fool, you don't even know what a greenshark is," Bran sneered contemptuously. Greensiders were the wizards of the children of the forest. Do you remember now?" he asked.
Arya remembered the children of the forest, who talked to the trees, the animals, saw the future and lived in the forest.
"Congratulations," Arya said reluctantly.
It actually seemed boring to her, but her brother was happy, and she was happy to talk to him.
"Is it Arya?" asked Rickon's voice.
"Rickon, go to sleep, you'll make Maester Luwin come!" Bran complained.
"No, I want to talk to Arya. Hello Arya," said Rickon's sleepy voice.
Arya pressed her lips together and held back her tears.
"Hello Rickon," said Arya. Bran snorted in annoyance.
"Hodor, keep an eye out for Maester Luwin," Bran ordered.
"Hodor," Arya heard Hodor's slow voice and her tears spilled over.
"Why are you crying?" Bran asked.
"Arya opened her eyes wide and hurried to wipe her face.
"I'm not crying," Arya lied.
"Liar, you are crying, I can see your tears coming out, the ravens have good eyesight," said Bran.
Arya realized that she and Bran were not the same and he could see her.
"I got dirt in my eyes!" Arya snarled.
"Bullshit, you were crying for us," Bran snarled.
"No, I wasn't!" growled Arya.
"Yes, you were, you missed us," Bran growled.
"You're crying too," Arya accused when she heard his voice break.
"You can't see anything, Robb can barely see anything, and he's been practicing for months," Bran assured her.
"They're both crying," mocked Rickon.
"Rickon!" laughed Arya and Bran at the same time. Rickon laughed with glee.
"Crybabies," Rickon mocked.
"Hodor, get him!" Bran growled.
The next thing Arya heard were Hodor's heavy footsteps calling "Hodor" and Rickon's light footsteps shouting all around that they couldn't catch him, because he was the shaggy wolf, and Bran's shouts for him to stop and stop shouting. But after a few minutes, a noise was heard and Rickon groaned, it seemed he had been caught.
"Young Bran, I have told you, you must sleep, or I will tell your brother," said Maester Luwin's voice.
Arya shed more tears.
"We were caught because of you!" Bran accused.
"Maester Luwin, Bran has found Arya," Rickon shrieked.
"Is that true?" asked Maester Luwin in a hopeful tone.
"She was on her way to the god's eye, as Robb said," Bran said reluctantly. Ser Wendel is with her, I recognized her when I saw her, though she was disguised as a beggar," Bran said proudly. Arya clenched her fists in fury.
"She was not disguised as a beggar, she was disguised as a boy," Arya corrected.
"Arya says she wasn't disguised as a beggar, she was disguised as a boy," Rickon said.
"But if it was obvious that she was Arya, she only cut her hair, how could she be disguised as a boy?" Besides, I have seen many beggars and she was disguised as a beggar, she even had fleas in her hair," Bran said.
Arya was embarrassed and bit her lip.
"I had to sleep with the dogs in the street," Arya confessed.
"Really?" Bran asked excitedly, followed by Rickon.
"What?" asked Maester Luwin.
"Arya says she had fleas, because she had to sleep with the dogs in the street," said Rickon. Arya realized she shouldn't have said that.
"That's terrible," Maester Luwin said regretfully.
"What else did you do? How did you escape from the red fortress?" Bran asked.
Arya remembered how she plunged Needle into the stableboy's belly and her stomach churned.
"Arya feels sick!" Rickon said in alarm.
"She killed a stableboy to escape, plunged Needle into his belly because he wanted to deliver her to Queen Cersei," Bran said in shock.
"Gods!" exclaimed Maester Luwin.
"Well, Arya, kill them all!" Rickon encouraged.
"Young Rickon, don't say such things, they are wrong," rebuked Maester Luwin.
"They are not wrong, they killed father, we must kill them all," complained Rickon.
"Young Bran, you have disobeyed again," said the deep voice that Arya did not recognize.
"I just wanted to know why you feel bad," Bran excused himself, and Arya realized he was crying.
"Young Bran, please calm down, I'll send for some juice," said Maester Luwin.
"No, I don't want to sleep," complained Bran, who was still crying.
"Sleep, it's better this way," advised the deep voice, and Arya felt as if something was coming out of her.
"This is a problem," said the deep voice in her head.
She could no longer hear Rickon or Maester Luwin.
"What's a problem?" Arya asked with concern, for Bran did not sound right.
"Your brother and all of you are trouble!" the deep, tired voice complained. Every time he talks to one of you, he gets more power, because you open up to him without any protection. Your brother is only eight years old and he's a very sensitive boy, he doesn't have your temper or your little brother Rickon's, or even your sister Sansa's, seeing things like this affects him more than all of you.
"Not that he can't handle it, but his power is too great, and his unleashed emotions put him in grave danger," the voice said.
"Who are you?" Arya asked suspiciously and could almost see an old man smiling bitterly at her.
"Yes, this is how you must react when someone approaches your mind," the voice complained. I am a green-eyed one, like your little brother. They call me the Three-Eyed Raven, but I'm too old and tired to be the nursemaid of so many… creatures," he added at last.
"And Robb?" Arya asked.
"Ah, your brother Robb," said the Three-Eyed Raven with annoyance. If I die before my time, your foolish older brother will be the cause of that death," he said and with a weary sigh of regret, he left.
Arya was left alone under the gaze of the raven, who cocked his head to one side, looking at her. Arya understood that gesture, and searched in her pockets, from where she rescued a piece of meat and offered it to him. She did not know how, but this raven would allow her to talk to her family, and she would take good care of him. The raven hastened to perch on her head, and Arya gave him the piece of roasted meat.
…
Tyrion
"Wendel Manderly, second son of Wyman Manderly. Leidy Arya Stark, sister of Lord Robb Stark," the spokesman introduced, and Tyrion blinked from his position at the foot of the Iron Throne, and beside his sister Cersei.
Cersei gave the speaker a questioning look, and he looked at the scroll passed to him by his guests and nodded to confirm that this was what it said. Joffrey, who was higher up, sitting on the Iron Throne, grunted in disgust, but if he dared to mess up this negotiation for his brother, his lord father would hang him by the balls, and his mother must have warned him, because he said nothing.
It had been just fourteen days since the letter of exchange had reached them and they had responded. It would take Robb Stark a minimum of two days to receive the letter and send his brother.
The journey from Sweet Waters to King's Landing was supposed to take at least two weeks on horseback, but they arrived there fourteen days after receiving the first letter, and they were bringing wagons and supplies that should have slowed their march. Tyrion concluded that they had already sent all these people before they agreed to the exchange, so he grimaced, and again heard that little voice inviting him to stop this deal.
Tyrion restrained himself, there was nothing to be done now. He looked toward the entrance to the throne room, where a tall, fat, balding, walrus-whiskered man wearing freshly polished armor walked with his chest puffed out, beside a girl wearing short brown hair and strange clothes for a girl, consisting of pants, leather boots adorned with specks of white fur, long-sleeved tunic and a doublet with a direwolf embossed on his chest. The wolf had blue eyes and reminded him of the wolf on the seal that had that letter of exchange.
The man walked in a swell of pride, but the girl had a murderous look on all of them and had her left hand on the sword at her waist. Her attitude was a clear violation of protocol, but earlier, Joffrey himself had snarled, and that was not following protocol for a peaceful exchange either.
"Where is my sister?" asked the girl arrogantly as she arrived in front of the throne.
Wendel Manderly cleared his throat, and the girl stepped back, gritting her teeth in restrained fury. Wendel Manderly pulled out a scroll and began to read, specifying the terms of the agreement they both signed.
…
"We agree!" Joffrey growled from his throne.
He did not agree at all; the spawn was in the habit of sending Sansa Stark to be beaten and he did not want her taken from his clutches. Tyrion felt some disgust as he shared the idea that they should not let Sansa go.
Wendel nodded calmly and looked back to where a pair of septa advanced, escorting his brother, Jaime Lannister, who wore clothing appropriate to his status, with the colors of his house and a golden lion embroidered on his chest.
His brother's right arm was in a splint and bandaged, but he didn't seem to have suffered much; he even looked fatter to him, Tyrion supposed it would be the lack of exercise. What he did notice was his expression of annoyance, and perhaps some sadness, which was not strange, considering his brother loved his sword and his trade as a swordsman.
"According to the established exchange, to be Jaime Lannister is brought before you without any overt or hidden wrong being done to him," Wendel Manderly read and gave his brother a meaningful look.
Tyrion tensed because at this moment they would know if his brother's arm was crushed when he was captured, which would absurdly reassure Tyrion, or if it was in battle, which would make it impossible for him to fall asleep from now on.
Jaime grimaced, looking at the entire royal court, at his brothers of the guard who protected the throne, at him, at Cersei, at Joffrey, at the lords and ladies who witnessed his surrender, and finally at his captors.
"I attest that I received no harm during my time as a prisoner, and the wound to my arm I received in battle, when I was surrounded by enemies and decided to attack Robb Stark, known as the Winter Wolf, who fired a pair of bolts at me, hitting me in the arm," concluded his brother with a grimace.
Tyrion was stunned. That was a speech learned and read ad nauseam. The Stark truly had no honor, he had crushed his brother's arm when he was his prisoner. Cersei noticed it too and gnashed her teeth.
"He deserves it," the girl murmured, and Cersei, who heard her, pretended to throw herself at him, but Tyrion caught her by the dress and pulled her back.
"She's just a child!" he reminded her through his teeth. Cersei snarled, but managed to restrain herself.
"This really happened in battle!" said Jaime to the wave of murmurs that his statement caused.
"Of course! My lord, Robb Stark, is an honorable man, incapable of torturing a prisoner under his charge," Wendel Manderly declared, causing the ladies of the court to be shocked.
Cersei turned pale at the knowledge that her favorite twin and brother had also been tortured.
"Thank you, Ser Wendel, I owe you a favor, I hope one day I can repay you," her brother threatened with a growl.
Tyrion did not know what methods of torture they used on his brother, but this one prided himself on being a tough guy, there was no way he would be happy to see how they trumpeted to the four winds that he had been tortured, and for those who were smarter, there was also the veiled insinuation that he had given in to that torture for the sake of being released, which would be a double shame.
Yes, if his brother met another day with this bald man with walrus whiskers, that would be his last day. Wendel Manderly nodded, not seeming to understand anything, and looked at the king.
-Our part is done and the prisoner is present!" Now please bring the girl, Sansa Stark, to make the exchange for Jaime Lannister, in the eyes of the gods and the witnesses present," Wendel declared as his brother's face turned red with fury; fortunately, the pair of septas were stronger than they looked and prevented his brother from jumping up to strangle Wendel Manderly.
"Bastard!" Joffrey shrieked, even he realized how his brother was humiliated.
Tyrion scowled at Wendel Manderly. No one could be that stupid without it being intentional. That bald man with the walrus whiskers, he was not what he appeared to be.
"Nephew, please calm down, we are at a peace rally, we must all remain calm!" Tyrion ordered in a loud and threatening voice, so the murmuring and accusations ceased immediately. Bring Sansa Stark!" he ordered, determined to end this as soon as possible, before his brother's honor ended up in tatters.
Ser Arys hurried out escorting Lady Sansa, who wore a dress in her house colors and a direwolf brooch around her neck. He had not given time to embroider the crest on the dress, and this girl had none, or Joffrey had broken them in one of his many outbursts, whenever news of the Winter Wolf and his exploits reached him.
"As Hand of the King, it is my duty to introduce Lady Sansa Stark, who has already been our respected guest for the past few months, and who at no time was treated as a prisoner, always respecting her as the lady of noble birth that she is," Tyrion declared, pausing appropriately so as not to give a speech like his brother's or Wendel Manderly's, who practically declared to them all that they had done whatever they pleased with his brother, and he had to accept it.
"I, Sansa Stark, of House Stark, declare that I have received a fair deal," Sansa said with propriety.
That was the speech Tyrion gave her; he did not want to risk that the girl would start crying and accuse Joffrey in public.
"We believe you, Leidy Sansa," Wendel Manderly said with a sincere smile, "And I assure you, your brother, Robb Stark, the Winter Wolf, and lord of the North, gave you a hundred times fairer treatment than you received at the hands of King Joffrey, to be Jaime Lanister," Wendel Manderly declared in a dry, cutting tone.
Sansa gave a small gasp at hearing Joffrey's name and his treatment of her, and innocently looked directly at her brother Jaime's arm. Tyrion felt like crying, as there was absolute silence in the room.
"My lord father will have a heart attack when he hears what happened in this exchange," Tyrion thought.
…
"You're all stupid!" How on earth could they think to ask for an exchange of me for a girl at the foot of the Iron Throne?
"They didn't think that maybe I wouldn't want anyone to see how they put me on the same level as a brat!" said Jaime with indignation.
Tyrion didn't think it was that bad at the time, and it even seemed like a good idea, but they had played them in their own court, and scattered his brother's honor in front of the iron throne, and also, made the king, look like an animal who beats the ladies under his protection. Which was true, and many people had seen it, even when he arrived he saw it, but no one had to know it officially.
"Uncle that bastard tortured you?
"I wasn't tortured!" Jaime shouted with real fury, making Joffrey shudder in his chair.
And he wasn't the only one, even Cersei who enjoyed enraging people, was silent, not to mention Littlefinger and Varys who could lose their heads, if their brother got too enraged.
"And this," he said, raising his right arm with a grimace of pain, "It was done in a bloody battle, get it through your heads at once!" he shouted, and returned to his chair to sit down with a pained expression on his face.
"Do you want poppy milk?" asked Cersei.
"Yes," answered Jaime in a subdued tone, and Tyrion felt his heart shatter, as he saw his brother nearly burst into tears.
"Robb Stark is a monster," Tyrion thought. He had never seen his brother look tired and defeated, about to burst into tears of helplessness.
…
"Robb Stark is a monster, we must make peace," his brother said five minutes later, after taking a drink of milk from the poppy, handed to him by Pycelle with trembling hands.
Tyrion was stunned, for several seconds.
"What?" Tyrion asked, shocked.
"You don't know the things I've heard, the wretch has told me, to torture me, knowing I can't say them, even if I do, no one will believe me," his brother said in a subdued tone.
Tyrion felt a shiver run down his spine. His brother had said Robb Stark was a monster by repeating his thoughts. Now he was telling them that he tortured him in ways they wouldn't even believe. That was really creepy stuff.
"We can't give up, Ned Stark is dead, and the watchword of the North is 'Stannis is vengeance,'" Tyrion explained.
From the first time Robb Stark played his lord father, Tyrion knew they must make peace, and even his lord father realized they could not win this war. But Ned Stark was dead, and there was no turning back. The North wanted their heads, and by all accounts, they were already dividing the western lands and gold mines between their houses.
Tyrion never thought that with the death of Eddard Stark, the famed honor of the Northerners would also die, which made them predictable beasts, with whom even taking a loss in battle, after some sacrifices of honor and duty, could still be won. But now they faced a ruthless, vengeful, cunning, and all too cruel north.
"Then pray that our end does not come between his hands," said his brother, getting up and leaving with his morale in tatters, for today Robb Stark had taken from him absolutely everything he had ever been proud of.
NA 1: As I thought Jaime's POV and Sansa's POV will be left for the next chapter. There we will see what happened with Jaime since his capture in these almost two months since the battle of the Whispering Wood.
NA 2: Clarifications. I don't know if it's the translation, but from your comments, I can see that some are wondering what the problem is, in Robb shooting Jaime Lannister's sword arm when Jaime Lannister intended to kill him.
Well, there is no problem with this, because it is a battle. The problem is that there was a rumor that Robb crushed his arm after capturing him, and that would mean that he has attacked a noble prisoner in his custody, and that is a serious matter, especially in the North. Remember that Robb cut off Rickard Karstark's head for something similar in the books.
They also ask why he only asked for Sansa. Now they have seen that Jaime was traded for a girl at the foot of the Iron Throne, a disgrace to him, and in the next chapter, they will see why this was the final nail in the coffin of Jaime's pride, and why he almost bursts into tears. I'll try to edit it for the day after I post this one, although with the mentions of death and torture in this chapter, I already foresee my editor, Chat GPT, going on strike.
Yesterday I was trying to translate the first chapter using it, and as soon as it got to the mention of the murder of King Robert Baratheon, it refused to translate, so my translation attempt got that far.
If anyone knows of a solution to this problem, send me a message, it will make my life easier. I was already suggested Freedom GPT, which fixes anything, but the minimum requirements are a computer with ten gigs of RAM. I edit on my cell phone, and my computer is a Canaima, with 512 MB or 1 GB of RAM, so that option is not available.
NA 3: Finally, remember, if it is a rumor, it is gossip, something that people say, please do not comment saying that such and such was said, if what is said is a rumor. To clarify the facts, always wait for the POV of the character in question. Please don't take things out of the context in which they are mentioned.
Post edit note: as I guessed there were problems, but not many, unbelievably, Chat GPT has no problem correcting a text where a girl kills a person, but mentioning the murder of the king does. Of course, mentioning torture also gave me problems.
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