FIRE AND ICE - ROBB STARK X TARGARYEN OC

Survival

At the Twins, after the carnage of the red wedding, the Frey men start to pile the bodies of Robb, Talisa Catelyn and other Starks in a pile. While the rest of the Northern lords are being slaughtered in the main hall, outside the walls of the castle. One old man, standing near the dead Starks notices some whimpering and movement in the pile.

He starts moving the corpses and realizes the young wolf is not actually dead. For a moment he considers alerting the Frey soldier's but as he looks down at the young almost dead king he decides to drag Robb's body to a wagon in the shadows. He notices more bodies are being piled up and so he decides to strip the Stark king from his cloak and puts it on another Stark man.
"Let's put his wolf head on the young wolf's body that way he will be a young wolf forever" one of Walder Frey's men yells.

The old man is quick with an axe at cutting off the dead man's head. He throws the head away and gives the headless body to the Frey men who happily take it and start atraching Grey Wind's head to it, parading it through the camp, not noticing the small wagon that leaves with a barely alive Robb Stark.
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Tyrion enters the chambers of the Hand of the king.
Lord Tywin Lannister, queen Cersei Lannister, Varys, and Grand Maester Pycelle are already seated.
King Joffrey Baratheon walks behind his grandfather, excited and grinning.

"Killed a few puppies today?" Tyrion asks upon seeing his nephew's excitement.

"Show him. Come on, show him." The crazy young king says.

Hand shaking, Pycelle offers a scroll to Tyrion. He drops it before the Lannister can grab it.

"Oh, apologies, my lord. Old fingers." The grand maester apologizes.

Annoyed, Tyrion reaches to the floor and snatches the scroll. He reads it. Joffrey is manic with energy.

"'Roslin caught a fine fat trout. Her brothers gave her a pair of wolf pelts for her wedding. Signed Walder Frey.' Is that bad poetry or is it supposed to mean something?" Tyrion asks aloud.

"Robb Stark is dead. And his bitch mother. Write back to Lord Frey. Thank him for his service and command him to send Robb Stark's head. I'm going to serve it to Sansa at my wedding feast." The Baratheon king tells his uncle and then instructs Pycelle.

"Your Grace, Lady Sansa is your aunt by marriage." Varys tries to remind, and Cersei is quick to say "A joke. Joffrey did not mean it."

"Yes, I did. I'm going to have it served to Sansa at my wedding feast." Joffrey insists.

"No. She is no longer yours to torment." Tyrion tells him sternly.

"Everyone is mine to torment. You'd do well to remember that, you little monster." Joffrey warns his uncle who still does not back down.

"Oh, I'm a monster. Perhaps you should speak to me more softly, then. Monsters are dangerous and just now kings are dying like flies."

The room goes silent. Joffrey is aghast at the slight.

"I could have your tongue out for saying that."

Cersei takes Joffrey's hand to calm him.

"Let him make his threats. Hmm? He's a bitter little man." She tries.

"Lord Tyrion should apologize immediately. Unacceptable, disrespectful, and in very bad taste." Pycelle tells the whole room.

Joffrey pulls his hand free from his mother's caress, and says "I am the king! I will punish you." To this Tywin intervenes "Any man who must say, 'I am the king' is no true king. I'll make sure you understand that when I've won your war for you."