Lysa

She knew Jon Arryns son arrived in Riverrun when the white moon and falcon on a blue background fluttered beneath her tower. It was an accursed bird, ugly and queerly shaped. Unlike a Mockingbird, among the sea of banners was Cats husbands banners the grey direwolves on a white background. Ned Stark was a dull man, but at least he held all of his teeth, unlike her former husband. Cat always got everything. A husband with all his teeth and five beautiful children. She was only gifted one son.

She pouted her lips. I wish my husband wasn't old enough to be my grandfather.

It was in this very room he forced himself upon her. He said kind words as if they made him young and handsome. "We must fulfill this pledge, my sweet lady. I shall strive to be gentle." She opened her legs to him as she had been taught and suffered through it. Lysa imagined it was Petyr thrusting into her with the strength and speed of a stallion. Instead, it was a wrinkly old man with foul breath. Somehow, his weak seed had quickened in her womb, stealing her true son's life. At first, she imagined the babe in her womb as her own and not his. For a moment she loved her son when she gazed at his red hair and blue Tully eyes, but then she noted the distinct Arryn nose and the love she bore died on the vine.

He's Jon Arryns son. I shall have nothing to do with him.

The room was barren save the bed. Edmure had the room stripped before he departed. Smart. Otherwise she would have thrusted something sharp and pointy when Cat came to interrogate her. How she would bleed like her stillbirths, as red as her hair. Her little Robin loved the color red, and she did, too. Enemies bled red. Lysa suspected Jon Arryn's son would visit soon. She expected he would arrive sooner rather than later, but he didn't show. A giddiness overcame her as the sunlight fell over the horizon. He's dead! He died! Lysa giggled. Died to some Ironborn axe. She could kiss such a wicked man for slaying the wretched falcon lords son. She was as intelligent as Cat and knew what this meant. Her brave Sweetrobin would become Lord of the Eyrie and would free her from this prison!

Oh, marbles. Lysa recalled her confession to Cat, but she would be fine. All she had to do was change her mind. The pathetic old men thought her mad already. I'm not mad. I'm simply a mother. The mother of the bravest little boy in the world. Her Petyr lived on in him and would be the most perfect Lord of the Eyrie. I suppose I shall let them believe him, the Old Falcons son. A bitter thought. But then she could be with her son.

The door creaked opened and her beautiful dream shattered into ten thousand shards. Jasper Arryn walked in very much, not dead. Not even a missing limb. Tears formed in her eyes. It wasn't fair! He should be dead! "Why won't you die!" she cried out, her closed fists pummeled against his chest like raindrops against stone. Lysa imagined them like hammers crashing against flesh, but he caught her hands and wrapped his arms around her.

"Mother, you are unwell. Please stop this foolishness."

She struggled, but her strength left her. They had made her weak as a kitten, and the command in his voice made her tremble in fear. His voice reminded her of her father. It made her forget the strength in her breast. It made her the same little girl bossed around by everyone. Lysa sat meekly on the bed. "I've spoken with Aunt Catelyn." He informed. "She told me the words you spoke. You've placed me in a tight bind, but I'm confident I can secure favorable terms as long as you do exactly as I say." He was going to help her? She didn't want his help! "Tis not your fault. You are unwell and by the honor of our house I shall fight these charges to see a just end reached. I do so also for Robert's soul. I shall not have men think him any less than a trueborn son of Jon Arryn."

"HIS NAME IS SWEETROBIN!"

Jasper bristled. "Mother." He warned with a lords voice.

Lysa laughed and cried. "You are Jon Arryns son, not him! I killed Jon Arryn with poison! I tried to kill you in these halls, but you escaped!"

He rubbed his temples as if suffering from some migraine. "Mother, you are living in a fantasy world. None of those things are true." He groaned. "I was nowhere near Riverrun. It was Cousin Robb who you attacked." Another lie! He treated her just as Cat and father did, like some stupid girl. He was just embarrassed she almost did it. I almost killed you! You liar!

"I should have killed you in the womb."

Lysa giggled at the pained look. It hurt him and that gave her a deep satisfaction. If only I could have ripped you apart as father did with my firstborn. He ignored her and told her Edmure, himself, and Lord Stark would be judges over the trial. "I've spoken with Uncle Edmure he wishes not your death and has agreed in principle to side with our argument."

"You'll send me to be with SweetRobin?" She brightened with hope, as bright as the dawn.

Jasper scoffed. "Your crimes are terrible, mother. I shall punish you for what you tried to do to Cousin Robb." She narrowed her eyes tight as arrow slits glowering. "You shall be sent to the silent Sisters. A kinder fate than you deserve, but I shall be no kinslayer." Jasper Arryn said the words, but it was her fathers voice. "If you don't marry Lord Jon Arryn, I shall send you to the Silent Sisters." Tears flowed down her cheeks as she plead to marry her Petyr instead, but that only angered him. He struck her for that and she quieted.

"Then I'm going to tell them all the truth!" She leapt to her feet and got in his face. "All of it! Every scandalous detail!" He stiffened as tight as a bow. A shaky breath left his face as he looked at her, still not believing her. Cold blue eyes judged her, but Jasper Arryn was a blind bird ignorant of the truth. "I'll make you see it!" She giggled madly. "It might drive you mad!"

"You are sick mother. Seven save your soul." He whispered. "And I shall save your life for the sake of Arryn honor." Why did they think her sick? She understood everything perfectly well. They were the sick ones trying to place constraints on her. Petyr saw her for who she was. He saw me! And made me fly! Then she remembered how to make him see. She felt very silly for not starting with it earlier. I'm so very silly.

"Oh, father please send me playmates in the Eyrie. Tis lonely in this castle above the clouds. Or send me to Winterfell to be with my cousins!" He reddened. "I so wish to see your famed ward Lord Eddard Stark!" Her voiced mocked. "He is the greatest man of honor. Save yourself! I could learn much from his conduct! If that is too much, please send me to Runestone. Please, father! Your loving son Jasper." She recalled reading that letter every night after Jon laid with her in the Tower of the Hand. The knowledge Jon Arryns son was so miserable made her beam with happiness. She memorized the letter. It had been Petyr's idea the response she sent back. My husband didn't understand how little he knew of his household. Her Florian was so clever in securing the Arryn household right under his big, ugly nose.

Jasper scoffed and crossed his arms. "You read my letter. What about it? Is this supposed to sway me?"

"A Falcon soars alone." Lysa said. "That was the response as well."

Jon Arryns boy waved her off with a lords dismissal. "Again, what of it? It means nothing. You simply knew fathers response."

Lysa laughed. "Those weren't the words of the simple old fool! He loved you! Always prattled about your tourney wins." She giggled at their cleverness and they were so so clever, much better than her dumb cow of a sister. "It makes him pliable and weak." Petyr told her, fresh from their lovemaking. "So easily pushed and prodded sweetling for our babe." He rested his hand over her belly. "Who shall take over the Vale. A mockingbird raised in the Falcons' Court." And they were going to push Jasper Arryn to the slaughterhouse, along with Cat and her terribly happy family. The Lannisters were supposed to slaughter them all! But the plan didn't work! Everything was ruined, and it was all his fault. This wretched spawn of House Arryn had dashed her happy ending.

"Tis not true. Father was cold. He hated myself. I disappointed him."

"Runestone you came in first and crowned Ysillia Royce Your Queen of Love and Beauty, Gulltown you came in first, and Crowned Lady Grafton, at Redfort you came in second a tough loss, but you handled it with grace." Every word cut deep into him. She had him hook, line and sinker. He gazed at her like some monster with growing harsh judgement. "It was Petyr idea. He wanted to make you vulnerable. And the Old Fool didn't understand a lick of what was happening! Not a lick! So concerned over cleaning up King Roberts messes." It had made everything so easy.

"No, no, noo." He shook his head, gasping for some shield to hide from the truth. "Your lying. You always lie." She shoved and shoved against his chest, laughing as he was breaking and understanding the truth. He would understand what she had done and would send her son back to her and they would be happy together! He gripped his head in pain. "Stop." He commanded. "Please stop." But she ignored his pleas. An Arryns honors had him chained while she was free. And she pushed and pushed until suddenly she went flying backwards.

I'm flying

I'm flying

Jasper

The ringing in his head was unbearable as the room spun around him. He struggled to focus as he gazed downward and his boots were standing in a growing pool of blood. Blood? Mother had spoken her monstrous words, and his world shattered around him. By the Seven she was telling the truth. Seven save me. She was telling the truth. His heart increased, and he panicked as she kept on shoving against him. He was overwhelmed and reacted with a shove of his own. Mother was on the floor unmoving, but she was fine because he didn't shove her that hard.

Her eyes were closed.

She's fine. Everything is fine.

The pool of red was growing as he pressed his hand against the bedpost and gazed at the crimson red. Underneath it were pieces of skull. The feel of blood sent him back to Shatterstone in the halls of dead boys. Boys torn apart by knights. Jasper fell to his knees as his hands shook violently. "Mother." He whispered. "Get up." It was no command, but a plea. "Mother." His voice broke as he sobbed over her. Even though he hated her, he sobbed. He sobbed for a life unlived, he sobbed for the truth, he sobbed for his sins committed on the battlefield. He sobbed for his dammed soul. This is how the Blackfish found him clutching his mother's bloodied corpse. It was the only hug he had ever received from her. "It was an accident. I didn't mean to. I didn't mean to." He gazed up with puffy cheeks stained with his tears. The Blackfish gazed at him with understanding and said he believed him and promised he would handle it.

It dawned on him then. No one is as accursed as a kinslayer.

He stood up numbly.

As High as Honor!

Arryn honor had to be maintained. Dark blood, as dark as sin, needed to be spilled. Red Rain breathed once more. A swift motion as quick as a knight of song. His finest hour. I shall slay the monster and safeguard my personal honor. For the first time in his life, he was determined to actually live up to his House words. I'm an Arryn like my father before me. He would see his father once more and beg for his forgiveness if he did not burn in the Seven Hells.

And that was the fate he deserved.

But his destiny was robbed.

A mountain struck him, and he tumbled to the ground. Red Rain screeched across the floor out of reach as Ser Brynden pinned his arms. "Let me die!" He screamed. "Damn you, let me fucking die!" He cursed and swore as the growing feeling of helplessness grew. He turned him over and his gaze put the fear of the gods into him. Grand Uncle Brynden was as furious as he had ever seen him.

"WHAT THE FUCK WERE YOU THINKING!?"

"I MUST SAFEGUARD HOUSE ARRYNS HONOR!ACCURSED IS THE KINSLAYER!" What else could he do save that? He was the monster and needed to be slain. Any son that killed his mother needed to die.

He had no choice.

It was his duty.

It was his destiny.

"AND YOUR PREETTY WIFE AND BABES IN THE EYRIE! WHAT OF THEM! THINK! JASPER! THINK! YOU WOULD ABANDON THEM TO THE WORLD!" And he thought of them and regret coursed through him like a flood. Jasper thought of Myrcella teary eyed wearing black as they brought the coffin through the courtyard. The babes unprotected, being stalked by imaginary threats like Baelish or Harry, who always stalked the halls of child regency. What had he nearly done? Strength left his limbs, and he ceased struggling. Shame and guilt mastered him.

"What have I done?" He whispered, curling up. "What have I done?"

"Family! Duty! Honor!" His grand uncle barked. "Swear to me you shall live Jasper! Swear to me!"

"I…I promise." Jasper answered. "I'm sorry, I'm so sorry." He was sorry for so much.

His Blackfish brought him in a fierce embrace. "It's going to be fine, lad, believe me. I'll handle everything." But he didn't believe him. It would never be fine. House Arryn was stained beyond repair. His brother was a bastard, and his mother murdered his father. And he killed his mother. How had House Arryn fallen so low? I'm the worst Arryn to ever draw breath no one comes close. And he heard the tone behind his grand uncles voice. He would cover it up. Somehow, he would try to cover it up. Oh, ser even the famed Blackfish can't cover this up. And he didn't wish that, but he said not a word of protest. He didn't have a leg to stand on.

Catelyn

Lysa looked peaceful on the slab of stone. More peaceful than she had been in many months. They dressed her in the Tully colors. She had been a Tully of Riverrun once. She curled a strand of her hair between her fingers. Lysa always had lovely hair. She kissed her on the brow. "Mother." Her eldest, Robb, stood at her side dressed in his finest doublet. "Are you well?" She was not, but it was sweet of her boy to ask. Despite her crimes, Robb still came to comfort her in her grief. He was all Ned, despite his coloring. A Stark of Winterfell who had seen battle and lead men to victory. She had been so proud to hear of his victory on Old Wyk. My sweet Ned speaks with Edmure or he would be at my side.

"She was my sister." Catelyn said. "I miss the girl she once was."

Robb nodded. "I understand." He said solemnly. "Were it any of my siblings, I would feel as you no doubt do." It made her shiver, imagining any of her babes cold and lifeless on a slab of stone. She didn't wish to think of such things. All of her children had many years of life to grow old and sire children. Catelyn prayed she would see many grandchildren. "If there is anything I could do, mother. Name it."

She caressed his cheek and gave a gentle squeeze. "Tis kind of you, but I'll be fine by myself."

"As you wish, mother."

The neck of her sister was broken. Tully men had discovered her early in the morning hanging by her bed sheets. She had taken her life sometime in the night. A womans weakness her Ned believed. She knew justice was coming and couldn't handle the pressure and sought the easy path. Catelyn knew Lysa was less than stable, but she found her death odd. When she had last spoken to Lysa, she wished to live for her youngest. Why would she kill herself? But the other explanations were even more absurd. If Lysa didn't kill herself, who would murder her? Petyr was dead, and she refused to believe any of her family had done so. None of them are kinslayers. But if not them, then who? Something smelled rotten.

Catelyn mused her thoughts for a time lost in her questions that held no simple answers. She turned away from Lysa only when she heard footsteps. Stark and Tully men formed up around their lieges. Edmure looked five years older with his beard and the sags underneath his eyes, but he kissed her on the cheek with fair courtesy. "Sorry." He mumbled. "Business of the Realm." Edmure would soon depart with Ned to Kings Landing as the new Master of Laws. Ned wrapped his arms around her and kissed her chastely on the lips. "Sorry love." He said kindly. Guilt gnawed at her for not informing her husband of Lysas confessions. She killed Jon Arryn. But it seemed ill time given her unfortunate end.

"I'm surprised not to see my nephew among you." Catelyn admitted.

Edmure paled and stretched his collar.

"I'm sure the lad is merely in grief." Ned said. "I'm sure he shall appear for the funeral." Jasper Arryn refused to see herself when she came to offer her condolences. Uncle Brynden and his Knights of the Vale had sent her away.

And that was true he would have to shoot the flaming arrow as Lysas son. Tradition stipulated as much and she nodded her head before turning to Edmure. "Speaking of the funeral. Have you agreed on what we discussed?"

"Aye Cat." Edmure nodded. "The names to push the boat into the Red River are acceptable to me." She had chosen Edmure, Robb, Ned, Uncle Brynden, Ser Desmond, Ser Rodrick, Ser Marq Piper. Family or close friends to them, with her nephew lighting the boat aflame.

Edmure sighed. "However, it isn't possible for our nephew to light Lysas' funeral boat. He isn't attending."

"But it's his own mother's funeral." Ned said, amazed.

"As you say, he's in deep grief." Edmure answered. "I shall take his place in his stead. I was Lysas brother. "

Catelyn blinked. "Mayhaps I should speak with him? Tis his mother, after all." A boy would regret not attending his own mother's funeral. She figured Jasper would be no different. Even if they had been deeply estranged.

Edmure's gaze turned stern. "Do not bother our nephew Cat." The tone was unlike her genial brother. Edmure rarely showed such sternness over anything. She flinched from the rebuke as her Ned grey eyes narrowed.

"My wife deserves not such a tone of voice, but you are upset, my lord. I understand such." And Ned had buried his father, Brandon and Lady Lyanna so he understood such grief better than any. It hurt to bury one's sibling into the ground. It made one lash out when no offense was truly meant.

Her brother waved his hands in apology. "Sorry Cat, but please leave the boy alone." His voice shook ever so lightly. Something smelled, and she had had the shaking suspicion that her brother had his hands in whatever it was. She begged Ned for his leave, and he gave his consent with a lordly nod. She returned to where they had discovered Lysa hanging. Catelyn was thankful she never saw her sister like that, nor her boy. She wandered around the room, uncertain what she was looking for, if anything at all. The room with thinly furnished Edmure had granted Lysa a bed and little else. Catelyn scanned the room and saw nothing out of the ordinary. Maybe there was no secret and grief was playing tricks on her? She considered the possibility, but then she recalled Lysa words before her death, Edmures odd behavior, and her nephew Jasper refusal to attend his own mothers funeral. It didn't add up, but she noted nothing of interest.

Am I seeing puzzles where none exists to be solved?

Then she noted a droplet of blood on the floor. A single drop. Someone else was in the room? It struck her like Arya in the womb. 'Tis the killer's blood! Lysa was murdered! Catelyn was certain of that, but why Edmures strange reaction or her nephew forgoing tradition? And how did the killers get past the guard that was posted around the clock? None of them reported any struggle and why only a drop of blood? If she wounded her attacker, shouldn't there be more? A thousand questions and the only logical explanation was the guards had been sent away or they would have heard any struggle. Only two men could see Tully men were sent away from their posts without replacements.

The conclusions made her sick to the bone. No, Uncle Brynden wouldn't Nor Edmure. What reason could they possibly have to see Lysa dead? An unworthy thought crossed her mind, but by the Seven Jasper Arryn wouldn't have ordered the death of his own mother. He was an honorable young man wedded to the famed Arryn reputation. Catelyn refused to believe her nephew was capable of such, but her legs carried her all the same.

Two Arryn guardsman stood outside Jasper Arryns room dressed in the customary sky-blue cloak. "Lady Stark." One chimed, dipping his head lightly. "I fear Lord Arryn is still refusing to see visitors." The other remarked. "Even sent his young squires away. Poor lads."

"I am here to see my Uncle Ser Brynden." Catelyn knew would be in the room he had rarely left his former squire since they discovered Lysa dangling. The guardsmen exchanged glances. One of them departed behind the brass door, and in short order, returned with her uncle. His bushy brows, as thick as caterpillars, remained open, with his warm eyes watching her. When she was a girl, all of them went to Uncle Brynden with any of their childish fears or worries. He always offered sound counsel or an ear to listen. How could he possibly have had a hand in this?

"Little Cat." He said embracing her in a quick hug. "What can an old knight passed his prime do for you?"

"I wish to speak with my nephew."

Uncle Brynden's voice was gentle. "I understand, but truly, he wishes to be alone." He offered a small smile. "It was a chore to get him to accept my company."

"It's about Lysa." She informed.

"Lysa?" He sighed. "Cat, this is hardly the time."

Catelyn held firm. "It's about Lysa." She looked him over and he gave nothing of note, merely raising his bush brow. He nodded his head and said he would ask. Catelyn was outside for a long time as she heard the mumbling of raised voices, but she couldn't make out the words. Eventually the mumbling quieted and Uncle Brynden swung the door open and told her Jasper would see her.

She answered with a light nod of her head. When she caught sight of her nephew, she understood he had seen no one in several days. His eyes held deep sags underneath his tully eyes, pieces of porridge and bread living in his growing beard were as many as the stains over his nightclothes. His night shirt was ruffled and frayed, unlike the normally crisp form he presented in public. The smell of ale was thick around the room. "Sorry Aunt Catelyn." His voice was quite cheerful. "Not very presentable for a lady! But my dear Blackfish has seen worse freeriders in his day than my unkempt self!"

"You look well, nephew." She lied.

He snorted with laughter. "No need to fib! I have a mirror. I know what I look like." And flashed a broad smile that went from ear to ear. "Why do you think I've sent everyone away?" His voice quieted. "Even my wards. Good lads shouldn't see me like this." His shoulders slouched before snatching his goblet filled with gods knows what in a flashy gesture and chugged a good portion down his throat. "I'll be in a sorry state for a day. Mayhaps two more and then I shall pick myself up, by my boots and shall be right as rain!" His voice sounded hopeful, but he looked on the verge of tears. "But enough of me you wish to talk about, mother! So let's chat! Go on!" He encouraged with a flippant wave of his hands. "I love talking about my mother!"

She turned her gaze to Uncle Brynden, who gave a tired sigh. "I found a drop of blood in her room and I know Lysa wished to live, nephew. I believe she was murdered." A part of her hoped it would light a fire underneath her nephew's feet and he would deny it fiercely. Neither of them protested or seemed shocked by her words. Jasper merely took another sip, unbothered. A growing pit of fear grew in her breast.

"None of you seem surprised?"

Uncle Brynden look was sad and wary. "And have you mentioned this to anyone, Catelyn?" She had not, but they were damming themselves. Suddenly she needed to sit down, as she felt compelled to ask the question she feared the answer too.

"Did you murder Lysa?"

A silent exchanged was had between them as Jasper brushed off her uncle's hands and approached her sober and serious, but her uncle was the one who spoke. "It was I who did the deed." Catelyn paled.

" Don't listen to one damn word out of his mouth!" Jasper snapped. "He is only trying to protect myself. Forgive him, my lady." He asked. "This is my heinous crime. His only crime is seeking to safeguard me." Her uncle looked as if he wished to throttle Jasper Arryn for it. She knew his words to be true. "Oh, come ser! She already knew."

Catelyn felt faint. She looked at him with mortification. "Why?" She asked, feeling sick to her core. "How could you? She was your mother."

Jasper had the courage to at least look her in the eye. "It was an accident." His shoulders slouched. "Not that it matters. She was pushing me and pushing me. I shoved back. She hit her head. Not a complicated tale." She looked at equal parts mortification and pity. She didn't know if she should weep for him or curse him. Seven save him. "I believe you."He admitted. "Everything you told me was true. My mother was all those things. She really did murder my father and Robert…"He refused to finish. "Seven save me"

"Edmure?" she asked.

"He knows as well." Uncle Brynden answered. "We decided on this course of action. For the good of our families." Suddenly, she understood his reaction in the funeral room. He doesn't want his sister's killer at the funeral. It would be grotesque mockery to have done so. Her own son. Gods. Catelyn thought. And you didn't tell me because of my relationship with Ned. She knew. It would be a conflict of interest between her duty to her husband and her birth family. A conflict that tore at her. Who should she choose? Lysa murdered Jon Arryn, tried to murder her Robb, but she was still her sister, and she deserved a trial. Yet, as she gazed at her nephew she didn't wish him to be punished. Lysa had created this mess they found themselves in. But lying to her husband? Could she really break her promises so easily?

Though did we not do the same? Catelyn recalled. They named Petyr's death as him resisting arrest, and not slain at the dinner table by Lady. But that was not so stiff a crime as kinslaying, even one that was an accidental killing and she believed him honest that it was exactly that.

And Uncle Brynden placed his hand on her shoulder. "I know this places you in a difficult position." He said as if reading her thoughts. "Tis why we didn't tell you. But this is for the best." His voice was filled with conviction. "Lysa is gone sweetling. She has been gone for some time."

Catelyn thought dryly. Best for my nephew, you mean? Instead, she said. "And you wish me to keep this secret from my husband?"

"Follow your conscience." Jasper said quietly. "I will not fault you for whatever you choose, but I shall deny it." He said words that brought her worst fears to life. "I have children in the Eyrie and a wife. My ability to protect them would diminish were this known. Accursed is the kinslayer." He chuckled. A bitter sounding thing. "I shall burn in the Seven Hells. I know this well enough, but my children are innocent and I must protect them. They shall not suffer for my sin." He looked at her with complete sincerity. "I have no quarrel with House Stark. I wish not to raise my sword against any of you, but I shall defend my family from this threat." And Catelyn believed him. She saw them at the others throats. Winterfell raging war against the Arryns of the Eyrie, with the Tullys caught in the middle. Ned would feel honor bound to issue his arrest when he denies it. She saw Jasper and Robb fighting it out across the fields of the Riverlands. The fields littered with the dead of Northman and Valeman alike. It would leave them vulnerable to outside threats. Her children could join Lysa lifeless on stone slabs.

Peace was worth a lie. Even a lie to her Ned.

She nodded her head and swore her oaths.

Authors note: Secrets were finally revealed! I actually really do feel really sorry for Lysa she really got a bad deal if I'm being honest. Had to marry a really old man, her first child was forcibly aborted by her father, Baelish manipulated her for years never caring for her, she had several stillbirths and miscarriages, had to deal with Cersei for years. Poor Lysa I feel bad for her even if she's crazy! But she's dead! Slain by Jon Arryn's son! Accursed is the kinslayer!

Next up we are going to the Eyrie for the Epilouge! Yes, you read that correctly an epilouge. An epilouge for this part of the story as everything winds down. The next time we shall see these guys everyone shall be five years older! In the next chapter we shall see Harry Arryn, Jasper, Tommen, and Myrcella. Though we will have one snippets chapter after the epilouge just to cover a lot of key moments briefly from say Tywin becoming Lord Commander of the Nights Watch to Varys doing sneaky thinks. The next part of the story will take place in Essos following Robert, Jon, Dany, Jaime, Mel etc. A Book 2 if you will!

Jean d arc: Yeah, I feel bad for Lysa too. I know she is crazy and all and did bad things, but she got a raw deal. Hope you enjoyed the chapter.