Game of Changes ~Jaime Lannister~

Robb's Terms

~ still a back flash to before when Catelyn went to Renly's~

"You're Ser Alton Lannister," Robb questions the young man before him.

"I am, Your Grace," he answers.

"I offer your cousins peace if they meet my terms. First, your family must release my sisters. Second, my father's bones must be returned to us so he may rest beside his brother and sister in the crypts beneath Winterfell. And the remains of all those who died in his service must also be returned. Their families can honor them with proper funerals," Robb informs the young man.

"An honorable request, Your Grace," He states, hoping to stay on the good side of the man in front of him.

"Third... Joffrey and the Queen Regent must renounce all claims to dominion of the North. From this time, till the end of time, we are a free and independent kingdom" Robb states with absolute certainty. The young man looks at Robb eyes wide knowing how his family will respond to this last request.

"The King in the North," one man states.

"King in the North," the rest follow suit.

"Neither Joffrey nor any of his men shall set foot in our lands again. If he disregards this command, he shall suffer the same fate as my father, only I don't need a servant to do my beheading for me," Robb states with a smirk.

"These are... Your Grace, these are...," the young man begins to find the words to say to the self proclaimed King of the North before him.

"These are my terms. If the Queen Regent and her son meet them, I'll give them peace. If not, I will litter the south with Lannister dead," Robb says, his facial expression unchanging.

"King Joffrey is a Baratheon, Your Grace," the confused man states.

"Oh, is he? You'll ride at daybreak, Ser Alton. That will be all for tonight," Robb says, everyone leaves the tent taking the young man with him and back to his makeshift cell. Theon walks back into the tent and Theon approaches Robb.

"A word, Your Grace," Theon questions.

"You don't have to call me 'Your Grace' when no one's around," Robb states.

"It's not so bad once you get used to it," Theon jokes.

"I'm glad someone's gotten used to it," Robb jokes back.

"The Lannisters are going to reject your terms, you know," Theon states.

"Of course they are," Robb agrees.

"We can fight them in the fields as long as you like, but we won't beat them until you take King's Landing. And we can't take King's Landing without ships. My father has ships and men who know how to sail them," Theon tries to persuade Robb.

"Men who fought my father," Robb replies.

"Men who fought King Robert to free themselves from the yoke of the South, just like you're doing now. I'm his only living son. He'll listen to me. I know he will. I'm not a Stark. I know that. But your father raised me to be an honorable man. We can avenge him together," Theon tries again.

"I do not believe it is a good idea, Robb," a feminine voice calls out. In walks Arabella Stark, clock covering her hair, face, and figure.

"Arabella, have you been lurking long," Theon questioned, annoyed she butted in where she had no business being in.

"Long enough, to hear a bad idea and give advice on how to avoid the idea," Arabella states, pulling her hood up to show her face.

"Wh