Snow // Willas Tyrell // Oberyn Martell

29. King of the North

'Perhaps I could go with you?' willas offered as a horse was being prepared for Josie the next morning.

'No the capitol isn't safe right now. You need to stay here.' Josie told him.

'Perhaps you and your sisters could come back here?' Willas offered. 'You will always have a home here.' He assured.

'Thank you. I think they would like it here. I do.' Josie told him. She pressed a kiss to his cheek before turning sadly to her horse.

'For your sister.' Willas said sticking a flower crown in her saddle bag.

'You remembered me talking about that?' Josie questioned with a chuckle.

'I remember everything about our time together.' He informed her. 'Be safe Josie.'

'Goodbye Willas.' Josie said softly.

'No this isn't goodbye, simply see you soon.' Willas corrected hopefully. 'Let me know when it's time to comeback, maybe when everything is settled, you don't have to hesitate, it wont be too late.' Willas assured her. Josie smiled helplessly up at him. "Luckily for you I'm patient, I'm okay with you making me wait but as long as you're near ill be here.'

'Even if it takes ten years?" Josie teased.

'Even if it takes ten years.' Willas confirmed. Willas pulled her to him he kissed her, long and slow, their tongues stroking, their bodies pressing together tightly. She bit her lip as he pulled away. 'Be safe Josie Snow.'

'See you soon,' Josie told him as she rode off.

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'You look nice.'

'Thank you my lord.' Sansa said stiffly.

'Your grace.' Joffrey corrected. 'I'm king now. walk with me, I want to show you something.'

'Do as you are bid child.' Sandor told her.

'And as soon as you had your blood I will put a son in you mother says that shouldn't be long.' Joffrey remarked as they walked and then sansa realized where they were.

'No, please no!" Sansa begged pulling away but Meryn Trant held her put. Sansa wanted Josie. Josie could fix this. Stop this.

'This one is your father, this one here.' Joffrey told her. 'look at him and see what happens to traitors!'

'You promised to be merciful.' Sansa said not looking up, her eyes slammed closed.

'I was, I gave him a clean death.' Joffrey corrected. 'look at him.'

'Please let me go home I swear I wont do any treason,' sansa sobbed.

'mother says I'm still to marry you so you stay here and obey. LOOK AT HIM!" sansa's eyes slowly looked up to her fathers head. 'Well?'

'How long do I have to look?' Sansa questioned.

'as long as it pleases me. do you want to see the rest?" Joffrey questioned happily.

'If it pleases your grace.' Sansa answered stiffly.

'That one there is your septa.' Joffrey told her. 'I will tell you what, I am going to give you a present.' Joffrey went on as sansa stared up at their severed heads. 'After I raise my armies and I kill your traitor brothers I'm going to give you his head as well.' Joffrey told Sansa as she was staring up at her father severed head.

'Or maybe he will give me yours.' Sansa threatened staring Joffrey in the eyes.

'my mother tells me a king should never strike his lady,' jofrey said calmly. 'Ser meryn.' He spun sansa around slapping her hard twice in the face. Sansa looked to the catwalk Joffrey was standing on it would be a long way down. She took a few steps forward but sandor grabbed her.

"Here girl.' He held out a rag for her bloody lip.

'Will you obey now? or do you need another lesson? I will look for you in court'  Joffrey said marching off.

'save yourself some pain girl. Give him what he wants.' Sandor told her and she held out the rag. 'Keep it. you will be needing that again.' Sandor told her heading off.

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'It is clear if we join forces with Renly Baratheon then he will help us get justice.'

'But Renly is not the king.' Robb remarked

'You cannot bend the knee to Joffrey my Lord he put your father to death!'

'That does not make Renly King, he is Robert's youngest brother.' Robb told them 'if Brandon can't be Lord of Winterfell before me Renly cannot become king before Stannis.'

'Do you mean to tell me that you stand with Stannis?'

'Renly is not right!' Robb looked around the outraged men before stepping forward. They started bickering amongst themselves agreeing and disagreeing who would be a better king who should they follow who would win?

'My Lord my Lord there are two kings here is what I have to say about that!' Umber spit on the ground  'Renly Baratheon means nothing to me. Stannis either!'

'why should they rule over me and mine from some flowery seat in the south? what do they know of the war? Of the Wolfwood? Maybe the gods are wrong. Why shouldn't we rule ourselves again as it was during the time of the dragons.'

'Now the dragons are dead!' he sheathed sword 'There is only one King I need to bend my knee to.' Umber said pointing at Robb 'the king of the north!' he declared kneeling before Robb. Robb rose up slowly.

'I will have peace on those terms.' another man agreed

'They can keep the red castle and their iron chair too. The king in the north.' he agreed bowing before Robb as well

'I am your brother, now and always.' Theon said

'Now and always.' Rob agreed

'My sword is yours the victory and defeat.' Theon said 'to this day until my last day.'

'The king of the north'

'The king of the north'

'The king of the north!' they repeated as they all bow down before Robb laying their swords at his feet.