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Chapter 14

Blood

Mya Stone had heard stories of how King Robb had wept upon learning of the execution of his father and was only consoled by his lady mother. Mya herself had lost her father when King Robert died, but she hardly had any memories of her father compared to Robb who had grown under the love and guidance of Eddard Stark.

For a moment, she wondered if it was better to experience that priceless love only for it to be robbed off in such a horrible manner...or to not know it all like she had.

Many of the Northmen who were one of the hardest men Mya had ever seen in her life had cried and were greatly angered upon hearing of Princess Arya's death. A few couldn't help but compare her fate to that of the willful Lyanna Stark who had died in the South, far away from her home.

Their only solace was the fact that their other Princess- Sansa Stark was rescued albeit at heavy cost with the lives of Theon Greyjoy, Lucas Blackwood, Owen Norrey and more than 80 good men from the North and the Vale.

She watched King Robb solemnly sitting by his sister's corpse and gently stroking her hair as Greywind nuzzled her side mournfully. The young monarch's tears had long since dried up, but the heartbreak and guilt still burned painfully in his eyes.

Thankfully, Lord Edmure and Ser Bryden were personally keeping anyone from interrupting their King in his grief after they had paid their own respects and grieved over their kin's death. Even Talisa had been asked to leave the King alone, Mya had been about to follow but something within Robb's heartbroken gaze made her pause.

Ser Bryden had insisted her to move out of the tent, but for some reason Robb had asked for her to stay silencing the older knight and gave some much needed relief to Mya, knowing that she wouldn't have to argue with a respected knight like Ser Bryden Tully.

"She was a lot like you, Mya"

It was the first thing the King said to her and it explained why she was allowed to stay when Talisa wasn't, or it could be the unsaid anger she had seen in Robb's eyes over the healer's failure in saving his sister which saw her being removed from his presence.

She walked towards her King and sat by his side to look at the fallen princess with equal sadness in her eyes.

''I would have loved to get to know her, Your Grace" she whispered sincerely,

"Call me Robb...I do not wish to be a King in this moment, I would gladly give up my crown if it meant my sister could be alive again" requested Robb sadly, earning a compassionate nod from the eldest baseborn daughter of Robert Baratheon.

"Robb...I did not know your sister well but she would never wish that. I was there when she passed...she was happy upon learning you were a King now and with her final breath she demanded you make the Lannister's pay for what they did to your father and family" confessed Mya hesitantly, making Robb look at her in shock.

"That was her final wish?" asked the King,

"Yes...and for you and Jon Snow to find Nymeria- her direwolf lost in the Riverlands upon her way to King's Landing. She was pretty adamant upon you finding her wolf no matter the cost and make the Lannister's pay for their crimes"

Robb was silent upon hearing his sister's final wish before a new determination arrived in his eyes as he called for Ser Bryden. The older knight entered and while not pleased in the way Mya was sitting near Robb, he chose to hold his silence waiting for his King's command.

"You know these lands better than anyone, Ser Bryden. Assemble your best Scouts to find Arya's direwolf- Nymeria. My sister's last wish was her to be found and brought back to our family and make the Lannister's pay for their crimes. I will honor that" commanded Robb fiercely,

"It will be difficult but a direwolf is not easy to miss. Getting her here would be a challenge if the wolf doesn't want to" spoke Bryden honestly,

"Get it done"

Bryden knew a command when he heard one and looking at his grandniece's body made him steel his resolve in fulfilling her last wish no matter the cost.

"My scouts have reported Jon is already on his way here and should be in our camp by soon. Apparently, he was back at the Golden Tooth after his victory against Stafford Lannister's army. When he heard Arya was found, he immediately gave his command to Lord Umber before abandoning his force to rush back here" said Bryden with mixed feelings, making Robb give a sad nod.

"I am not surprised. He broke rank and in any other situation I would discipline him for such a reckless decision, but not in this one. He loved Arya, probably more than anyone else. Lord Umber is an able commander and their Strike Force is secure for now and with the 10,000 reinforcements under Lord Royce that we sent a few hours ago...our men in the Westerlands won't be under any major threat for now. But it also means Jon is not aware of what has happened" said Robb sadly,

"I had sent riders to bring him back, they had left before Arya passed. At best, he would know she was critical but still alive. He will not take this news well if what you said about his bond with Arya is true" said Bryden worriedly,

"Send another party and bring him to Riverrun, have the Silent Sisters prepared Arya for the journey. I will have Jon meet her there before sending her for a honorable burial in Winterfell alongside our ancestors. He will thirst for vengeance more than anything"

"And how will you provide that to him?" asked Bryden carefully, making Robb's gaze harden fiercely.

"He will witness Jaime Lannister's execution"

Mya and Ser Bryden froze in shock upon that declaration and looked at their King in stunned silence who didn't waver for a moment.

"Sansa is back in our hands, there will be no negotiation with the Lannister's now. The Lannister's murdered our father and sister, blood must pay for blood. I cannot give Jon our sister back, but I can offer him the head of Tywin's dearest son. My bannermen especially the Northmen will not be silent if I do not deliver justice swiftly over the manner of Arya's death at the Lannister's hands. Let Tywin learn loss for once, hopefully it will make him commit additional mistakes in his pursuit of revenge against us" said Robb without a flinch,

"Robb..."

"This war will be fought to the bitter end, Uncle. Once I take Jaime's head, we will send out a declaration across all the Seven Kingdoms detailing their crimes and how House Lannister will be destroyed root and stem with Jaime's head being the first price. Let their bannermen and Reach allies under the Tyrell's learn they shall face the same fate should they not abandon Tywin at the earliest. That is my command"

Bryden sighed but nodded knowing this was necessary for there was no going back after what had happened to Arya.

"You and Lord Edmure will take up command of 20,000 men to defend the Riverlands as per the plan we have agreed. While Lord Royce has already started to march into the Westerlands with 10,000 men...I will march with Jon from Riverrun with the last 20,000 reinforcements for the Westerlands and Reach campaign. Also send out ravens to Winterfell informing our family of what has happened...I pray to the Gods to give Mother strength in this unbearable loss" said Robb sadly, earning a compassionate nuzzle from Greywind making him ruffle his direwolf's fur gently expressing his gratitude.

Bryden nodded and left to carry out the orders leaving Robb and Mya alone with Arya as the King's grief returned once again with his duties taken care of.

"The lone wolf dies...but the pack survives" whispered Robb solemnly, as he stroked Arya's pale face.

"Robb?"

"My father always said that to all of us. Asked us to stick together and look after each other, I failed him" confessed Robb in shame,

"This isn't your fault" she consoled him, only for him to shake his head as tears fell again from his eyes.

"When I called my banners and marched to War, all I wanted was to save my Father and two sisters. Now two of those people are dead, so are some of closest friends including Theon. I have never lost a battle...and yet the reason for which I marched and fought this war is lost. Vengeance is all that remains to me" said Robb bitterly,

"And you shall have it and more, Robb. We are with you till the bitter end" promised Mya fiercely,

Robb watched in surprise as Mya gently grabbed his hand comfortingly and he saw only unwavering faith in her eyes for him. A faint but relieved look arrived in his eyes and for the first time he saw she had the same deep blue eyes like him. There was a strange beauty to her, the coal black hair which she had kept short when he first met her were now grown longer and reached past her shoulders a little. Her skin was pale and while she was a little thin, she had a good build even if she was older than him by a year or two he guessed.

Suddenly, he forced any further thoughts from clouding his heart as he saw Arya's body from the corner of his eyes and remembered how she had been promised to marry a Frey, as was his own hand.

He could only imagine how Lord Walder would react upon learning the death of his kin as well as the Stark bride that was promised to his House. It gave him a headache and he wished to visit a godswood like the one he had in Winterfell to silence his raging thoughts.

Then he remembered there was one in Harrenhal and while not as glorious like the one in Winterfell, it would serve his purpose.

"Thank you, Mya. I am grateful for your support and I hope you can consider me a friend. I have enough men and women calling me 'Your Grace' all day" spoke Robb gratefully, earning a surprised look but followed by a grateful nod from the older girl in front of him.

"It would be my honor. I can't pledge you my sword...but I am there for you should you ever need my help, how little it maybe" replied Mya with a faint smile, as Robb gently patted her hand.

"Please have Arya's body be prepared by the Silent Sisters to take to Riverrun. I shall be in the Godswood to pray to the Old Gods for her soul and to give me strength to deliver her vengeance she asked with her final breath" decided Robb solemnly,

"I will"

Robb nodded at her before getting up and walked away with Greywind at his side, it was only then Mya breathed a sigh of relief as she couldn't believe what had just happened or how the King's giant direwolf had not been hostile to her despite her being so close to him.

For a moment, she wondered had she seen desire in the King's eyes for her...but dismissed those thoughts immediately for it was not honorable to think of such things when the King was grieving for his dead sister. She was raised better than that by Lord Royce.

Robb had been kind to her despite her bastard status, had listened to her counsel on occasion and even gone so far as to make her his friend. She would not dishonor that kindness by taking advantage of him or thinking any less of him in his weakest moment.

With that determined thought, she went to work in carrying out his orders like a loyal friend and follower would do for their King.

Robb knelt before the haunting weirwood tree in Harrenhal, the face carved upon it would have scared many Southerners who followed the Seven like his mother...but he was of the North and didn't fear it. He had visited a similar Godswood in Riverrun to pray for his Father when he learnt about his execution. He hoped this would be the last time he would visit such a holy place to pray for another deceased family member.

His guards were ordered to not disturb him under any circumstances for he wanted the solace the Old Gods could only provide him and give him the strength to fulfill Arya's dying wish and avenge the crimes inflicted upon his family and allies.

He remembered Father had told him once how the old Kings of Winter, his Stark ancestors used to offer a little of their own blood before praying before the Old Gods as was the ancient custom. But Eddard had told him the Starks had stopped this ritual after Torrhen Stark- the last King of the North surrendered his crown to the Targaryens.

His father believed it was possibly due to shame the Starks felt for no longer being able to carry the respected legacy of their ancestors and feeling themselves unworthy in front of the Old Gods for surrendering their last lands to the Andals.

It made him realize that he was the first Stark King after nearly three centuries, a devout follower of the Old Gods who had regained the crown lost by the Starks and had marched to establish dominion over lands far beyond any Stark had ever done in known history.

Wishing to restore his family's legacy, he slightly cut open his left hand and offered a portion of his blood to the face carved upon the weirwood tree before respectfully touching it and closed his eyes.

He prayed for forgiveness over his own failures to begin with, followed by asking for the souls of his father and sister to be given peace in the halls of the Old Gods.

He wished the Old Gods to grant him strength to be a brave, just and honorable King like his father would expect him to be in life now that his path was set.

He also apologized for any neglect by his House and ancestors towards the Old Gods and for failing to protect their legacy when the Andals destroyed it nearly everywhere except the North and swore to restore it the best he could.

King of Winter

Robb's eyes opened in shock upon hearing that and he found himself in a pitch dark plain with only the moon shinning in the sky giving the light upon this strange place.

King of Winter

The voice called out to him again, stronger this time making him reach for his sword only to curse when it was not there. It earned a faint chuckle from behind him making Robb turn around urgently.

He found himself facing an older man who had features that greatly resembled his own deceased father, there was a crown atop his head and Robb's eyes widened in shock upon seeing it was similar to the ones he had heard in stories from Old Nan as a child.

A crown last worn by only one man.

"Are you Torrhen Stark?" asked Robb hesitantly, unsure if his mad assumption based on a lost crown's history could be true.

Surprisingly, he earned a somber nod from his ancestor who was the last Stark King, forever cursed to be known as The King Who Knelt by everyone for his surrender to Aegon Targaryen.

"You are a sharp one. That is good and will serve you well as King of Winter" said Torrhen calmly,

"You called me that before? I don't understand, much less why we both are here in this strange place" replied Robb seriously, earning another nod from the last Stark King.

"It is because you are the first Stark King after me and because you swore on oath to the Old Gods to restore their legacy as best you can. Oaths are important, Robb Stark. The Old Gods have acknowledged yours and through me wish to give you some advice" answered Torrhen, and Robb couldn't detect any trace of lies so he gave a respectful nod.

"It pains me to see my family reduced to such state as it does the Old Gods for it was the Starks who always swore to protect their legacy. The fact that you a- King of Winter do not hold our ancestral sword- Ice in your hands is a reflection of how far we have fallen, much of it due to my decisions" confessed Torrhen,

"I will get it back. Our enemies stole it from us, but I will ensure we gain it again" promised Robb, earning a faint smile from his ancestor.

"You are a good and honorable son, I can see that and so do the Old Gods. You have suffered painful losses and may do so more in the future, but it will make you stronger. The fact that you and your siblings have Direwolves by your side again bodes well for our House, they are loyal partners who are more intelligent than you may believe. Us Starks were Wargs once and could bond with our wolves in the past, you and your siblings may also have that gift if you are able to master it" revealed Torrhen,

Robb's eyes widened as for long he had considered those tales to be nothing more than myths told by Old Nan. It had made him dismiss a few dreams where he had felt being Greywind hunting in the forest...had he warged into his wolf without knowing?

Could his siblings do the same?

"Nymeria! Is that what Arya meant?" asked Robb in shock, and felt a deep chill pass across his body.

"You understand, child. Arya Stark has died but her fiery spirit has not, it lives on in her direwolf. Find the wolf for your sister warged into her before her mortal body died. She will never be human again, but nonetheless has an important role to play in the Wars to come" answered Torrhen truthfully,

"The Wars to Come?" questioned Robb worriedly, wasn't he already fighting a War?

"Aegon the Conqueror didn't unleash his War just to rule over the Seven Kingdoms, when I surrendered my crown to him- we developed a strange kinship where he confessed to me in private that he foresaw in his dreams that only a United Westeros could one day face the true threat beyond the Wall once it emerged again to darken our world. One your brother has warned you about already" warned Torrhen,

"The Others? You cannot be serious, King!" denied Robb, and saw a little relief on Torrhen's face for addressing the older Stark by his title atleast.

"It is true, King Robb Stark. You will realize it sooner or later, though I wish you understand this warning before it is too late for all of our Westeros. I never told my sons of what Aegon confessed for they hated him for stealing the Crown of Winter that was theirs. The Old Gods foresee a long and hard path ahead of you and your siblings, one full of triumph and loss at the same time. You will go to lands you have only heard about in stories, meet people you had never imagined as friends and foes, face challenges no Stark has ever met before, but no matter what you must Unite these broken lands.

Most importantly, never forget your oaths- small or large to your people, lands and Gods for if you do the consequences shall be dire for everyone. It is a hard life and in some ways like me you will have impossible choices to make, having to do what not you want...but what you must. Remember that, Robb Stark- King of Winter"

Before Robb could ask any further, he felt himself falling into darkness and gave out a silent cry.

When his eyes opened once again, he found himself back into the Godswood of Harrenhal where he witnessed a faint green light diminishing from the eyes of the haunting face carved upon the weirwood. Hearing a soft whine beside him, he saw Greywind looking at him intently as if judging his very soul.

He wondered if he had just dreamed what he had in his grief...but somewhere deep in his heart, a feeling told him it was not untrue.

He could not talk about it to anyone, not even his own Northern bannermen who followed the Old Gods...lest he be considered mad. But he needed to make sense of this and knew he could perhaps only trust Jon with this secret and not be judged a raving lunatic outright.

And if what was said about Arya turned out to be true...he couldn't help but hope but decided to keep his silence for now as he rubbed Greywind's head.

"I will set things right as best as I can, Greywind"

(Three Days Later)

Jon madly rushed through the gates of Riverrun, having nearly ridden his horse to near death to reach here and even leave the Scouts far behind in his haste who had been sent to escort him here on his brother's command.

He found Robb waiting for him in the Castle's courtyard, surrounded by many lords from the North, Riverlands and the Vale. A silent Ghost followed after him and greeted a very subdued Greywind which alone made Jon's hearten quicken for Greywind had never been this subdued ever before.

As was Robb even as Jon hastily dismounted from his horse and marched towards his brother who had a crown atop his head. Most lords were expecting him to kneel before his King, but were surprised when Robb marched forward and simply enveloped him in a fierce embrace uncaring of all protocol that was usually followed.

"It's good to have you back, Snow" whispered Robb in relief,

"I am glad to be back, Stark" answered Jon with a restrained smile, referring to their childhood nicknames they used to tease each other with often.

Jon didn't fail to notice how many Vale lords were not comfortable with him not showing the King they crowned the desired respect, if only the fools knew what he had just learned from his father or the bond Robb and him shared.

With a sigh, he broke the hug with his brother and knelt before Robb and unleashed a Greatsword from his back making many men draw steel.

Robb's eyes widened upon seeing Jon offering him House Stark's ancestral sword- Ice.

"I return to your service, Your Grace. I bring with you our House's ancestral sword, the seat of Golden Tooth and the destruction of Stafford Lannister's army. The way into the Westerlands lay upon for your armies" spoke Jon respectfully, making Robb gingerly grasp Ice with a shocked look in his eyes.

"How?" his brother asked in disbelief,

"It's a long story which I would be happy to tell you after I have seen our sister" reminded Jon pointedly, and looked straight into Robb's eyes making him understand his desire quite clearly.

Robb saw how the nobility was looking at the two of them and looked at his brother sadly, it would do neither of them good if these lords saw Jon's outburst in the open once he learned what had truly happened.

"Follow me, Brother" he whispered somberly, as he grasped Ice from Jon's hands and helped him stand back on his feet.

The worried feelings in Jon's heart grew more and more when Robb didn't directly look into his eyes and didn't say a word about Arya's condition. That was so unlike his brother who equally cared about all their siblings.

Regardless, he followed after Robb to the lord's solar dutifully if only to not give any ideas to the nobles in the courtyard.

The moment they entered the lord's solar and the doors closed behind, Jon grabbed his brother roughly by his shoulders and looked him angrily in the eye.

"Enough with the pomp, Robb! Where is Arya?" asked Jon furiously, and paled when Robb's eyes teared up.

"She's gone, Brother"

Jon felt a searing pain envelop his heart as he couldn't believe what he had just heard, but the tears in Robb's eyes and the grief on his brother's face made him go pale.

"What?" he asked in disbelief and rising fury,

"She succumbed to the wounds and torture she suffered at the hands of Lannister's and Vargo Hoat's men at Harrenhal. By the time, we took the Castle it was already too late. We tried our best...but she died three days earlier while you were coming here" confessed Robb sadly,

"No! No! This can't be...you're lying! I saw her in my dream and she was alive!" roared Jon angrily, and pushed Robb away harshly.

"You saw her in the Crypts at Winterfell?" asked Robb in shock, making Jon look at him bitterly.

"You had the same dream too? Then she's not dead! She can't be, Stark!" challenged Jon with a rage that Robb had never before heard in his brother's voice.

"She passed when I woke up from that dream. I am not lying, Brother. She wanted to see you...all of her siblings. It's why I believe we all had the same dream. She was saying goodbye, most importantly to you whom she loved most" suggested Robb somberly,

"NO!"

Jon yelled at him angrily in a voice full of disbelief, anger and grief all at the same as he came furiously at him making Robb grasp him in a fierce embrace.

"We were supposed to protect her! She can't be dead!"

"I know, Brother! I am truly sorry" whispered Robb sadly,

Those words took the fight out from his grief struck brother as he collapsed to his knees making Robb grab him even more firmly. For the first time in their life, Robb watched as Jon wept openly.

He held his brother in a fierce embrace as they both grieved over their youngest sister's fate.

Robb didn't know how long they stayed like that until he heard Jon whisper in defeat.

"I want to see her"

The King nodded and helped his brother back to his feet to fulfill his wish.

Robb silently watched as Jon sat near Arya's cold corpse with tears falling from his eyes as he gently touched her pale face. They were both alone as he had barred all guards and servants to steer clear of this entire corridor and rooms nearby to give them the privacy they needed to grieve for their lost sister.

He didn't dare reveal what he had learned about Arya's true fate to his brother just yet, for he truly needed to grieve her loss...for even if it was true that Arya lived through her direwolf by Warging into the beast, it was yet to be found and even if they managed to find her...she would never be human again.

As such, Jon needed to grieve Arya's loss regardless as Robb had done so himself these past few days.

He was thankful to the Silent Sisters for covering most of the external wounds that Arya had suffered for he doubted Jon would have stayed sane if he had seen her in the state Robb had found her in.

Even so, he doubted his brother would not hunger for vengeance.

"Where are the monsters who did this to our sister?" asked Jon in cold voice, that made shivers pass through Robb's entire body as he saw the pure murder in his brother's eyes.

"Tortured and put to death. I allowed Roose Bolton to flay Vargo Hoat alive for he was the one truly responsible" answered Robb fiercely,

If it was anything else, Jon would have openly condemned such atrocities and neither would have Robb approved them in the first place. But what the enemy had done to their sister...made them deserve nothing less.

"It's not enough!" retorted Jon angrily,

"Aye, it isn't"

Jon was surprised when his ever honor bound brother agreed with him without hesitation. Some part of his raging heart was satisfied when he saw the same cold anger in Robb's eyes demanding blood for blood.

"A message needs to go to the Lannister's and their allies. House Lannister will be stripped of all titles, lands and rights from this day. They shall no longer be recognized as Lord Paramounts of the Westerlands, their bannermen and allies including the Tyrell's will meet the same fate should they not abandon Tywin within a fortnight once our ravens reach across the Seven Kingdoms delivering this decree in my name as King alongwith detailing all their crimes for every lord to hear across Westeros. I plan to lead a campaign into the Westerlands and Reach to burn their lands and Castles!" swore Robb,

"How will this affect Sansa? We cannot lose our last sister!" warned Jon,

"We rescued her from the Capital albeit at great cost. She will soon be escorted to Winterfell"

Jon was shocked upon hearing that and listened in stunned silence as Robb told him of the suicide mission he had authorized when he was marching from the Vale to rescue their eldest sister. How Smalljon Umber had lead a group of 100 men in this mad endeavor and succeeded but at heavy cost.

"Theon's dead?" asked Jon hesitantly, the Greyjoy had never been his friend...but to hear he laid down his life in a rearguard action to ensure Sansa escaped the Capital with Smalljon and the Hound of all people helping in this task.

"Aye, I have already sent a raven to his family in the Iron Islands informing of his heroic and selfless action. He will be honored" said Robb sadly,

"He kept his word to you and for that I can respect him. But his father- Balon may not look upon this favorably, to him it will only look like we sent his last living son on a suicide mission to save our family at the cost of his heir" warned Jon, earning a worried nod from Robb.

"The Ironborn had so far only done minor raids on the Northern shores just to test our defenses and not a full-blown invasion considering we still had Theon. Now that he is dead, they may attack us seeking vengeance which is why I have ordered majority of the levies Bran has already mustered to be sent to Deepwood Motte, the villages near the Stony Shore, White Harbor, and Bear Island as per Bran's original idea. I also received word that the 4,000 reinforcements you sent under Lord Glover and Lord Blackwood few weeks ago have entered the North. Lord Tytos will reinforce Winterfell with half of those- mostly infantry while Lord Glover will take overall command of all forces across the North to mount a solid defense. Bran has already sent 500 Northmen to the Wall to provide additional support, apparently the Wildlings are going to mount an attack soon" explained Robb,

Jon pursed his lips as he pondered over the situation Lord Commander Mormont would be facing, his blood demanded him to avenge Arya at all costs and support Robb...but he was still a Brother of the Night's Watch and had a duty to aid them against the threats from beyond the Wall.

"Do you wish to defend the Wall and aid the Night's Watch? With your and House Stark's help, they have received hundreds of new recruits to strengthen their position and supply situation as well. I would not hold it against you if it is your wish to aid them" said Robb hesitantly,

"A part of me wants to...another wishes to fight by your side and make the Lannister's pay. I do not know which is right" confessed Jon as he sadly looked at Arya's pale face, and wondered how Robb would react if he told him of his parentage now.

Looking at his brother's sad and worried gaze made him push back that thought for now knowing it was not the right time.

"Take your time. Whatever you decide, you have my support although I can't spare more men for the Wall at present if you go. Not with a two front War possibly opening up for us" said Robb reluctantly,

"I understand. Let me think about this and I will let you know my decision soon, maybe the Ironborn think for once and attack the Westerlands for their hand in Theon's death?" suggested Jon hopefully,

"I am not holding my breath for Balon Greyjoy or his ilk to act smartly" replied Robb with a frown,

Jon nodded knowing it was the truth and looked back at Arya. He wanted to curse the gods for being so cruel to a child like her and to their family, but knew it was pointless.

"Arya's death cannot go unanswered, Robb. The Lannister's must pay in blood...and while I agree with your plan, it's not enough!" said Jon bitterly, as he clenched his fist shut angrily. If only he could kill Vargo Hoat all over again...

For a moment, he felt bitter towards Robb for stealing that vengeance from him but couldn't fault him for doing so when Arya was as much a sister to him as well. Maybe more...

A small part of his heart felt resentful over Sansa's rescue, knowing they failed to do the same for Arya in time. Sansa had not been as close to him as Arya had been...

Knowing Sansa got to live and Arya didn't made him even more resentful at fate for being so cruel and at himself as well for even having these thoughts.

"I agree, which is why Jaime Lannister will be executed today. I waited for your return so you could see Tywin's dearest son pay for our sister's murder!" promised Robb icily,

Jon looked at Robb and then at Arya feeling if only a little solace in his heart at the King's decision. Nothing would bring their sister back, but killing Jaime would make Tywin feel what loss truly was which made him yearn for it.

"Let me do it. You need not sully your hands with the Kingslayer's blood...you did right by our sister by killing the men who killed her. I will never see Arya again...let me ensure Tywin never sees his dearest son as well. I have never asked you for anything...but I need this" said Jon seriously,

Robb looked at him for a long moment before walking forward to stand by his side near Arya's bed. The King looked at their sister's body with vengeance burning in his eyes before turning to look straight into Jon's eyes.

"Then do it with this in the name of House Stark, Father and Arya" ordered Robb fiercely,

Jon looked at House Stark's ancestral sword- Ice that was being offered to him by the first Stark King in centuries.

He merely gave a fierce nod in return.

Jaime Lannister was roughly marched by a heavily armed group of Stark guards under the command of Edmure Tully through Riverrun's corridor. It was evening, yet he felt something amiss when he felt an eery silence across the ancient Castle.

He was marched through the courtyard and led straight outside the gates of the Castle where he saw a large army comprised of banners from the North, Riverlands and the Vale shockingly.

What stunned him even more was a raised dias upon which stood the bastard son of Eddard Stark with House Stark's ancestral sword- Ice in his hands and a wooden block near him.

He saw Robb Stark with a strange Crown atop his head sitting in front of the stage alongside many prominent lords from the North, Riverlands and the Vale in attendance who looked at him in silence.

Having been locked in the dungeons of Riverrun with a group of cold Stark Guards who never said a word to him left him completely devoid of what the bloody hell had been happening in the war between their factions.

"You will join your Brother soon, Kingslayer" spat Edmure Tully angrily,

"What?" asked Jaime in shock, had the Trout fool lost his wits? Tyrion couldn't be dead!

"Haven't you heard? Tyrion Lannister perished trying to defend King's Landing from Stannis's army. The Baratheon lord has already breached the city and soon will put Cersei and your bastards to death. We rescued Sansa Stark from your Capital while your father tries to save his legacy...but his true crime is his hand in the murder of Arya Stark at Harrenhal!" rebuked Edmure, clearly not giving Jaime the information that the Reach had sided with the Lannister's and Stannis might just be beaten back.

He could see the Kingslayer was speechless as his mind simply become overwhelmed by the rapid onslaught of developments inflicted upon him.

Tywin's eldest son asked question after question but Edmure didn't answer, the Kingslayer challenged him but he kept his silence and simply marched the man to the gallows where Jon awaited with a cold look in his eyes.

Jaime was dragged up the stairs and forcefully made to kneel by a group of Stark guards as he glared hatefully at Robb Stark before looking at Jon Snow who readied the sword once carried by Eddard Stark.

"What the hell are you doing, Snow?" asked Jaime furiously, and only earned a cold glare from the bastard.

"In the name of King Robb of House Stark, First of His Name, King of the North, Riverlands and the Vale- I, Jon Snow, sentence you-Jaime Lannister to death for your crimes in the murder of Lord Jon Arryn, of betraying King Robert Baratheon as a Kingsguard by fathering incestous bastards with Cersei Lannister- his Queen, of playing an important part in Tywin's Lannister's butchery across the Riverlands" declared Jon coldly, in a voice devoid of any emotion other than one of hatred.

"Any last word?"

Jaime realized the boy was deadly serious when nobody said a word as the Stark army watched in stunned silence as Jon grasped House Stark's greatsword with both hands.

"My Father-"

Jon gave a vengeful roar and brought down Ice in a swift arc forever seperating the Golden Lion's head from his body mercilessly. He and everyone else watched in cold silence as Jaime Lannister's head rolled over the gallows as the shocked eyes of Tywin's eldest and dearest son looked at his executioner as a final sight in death.

"The North Remembers, Kingslayer"