Marienne's Game Of Thrones- Robb Stark

Conspirators and Instigators

It has been a week since I accidentally let the truth out about Cersei's incestual relationship with Jaime to my father and Eddard, and the King had succumbed to his wounds hours ago. The funeral is to be held at noon tomorrow, and because my father is the Hand, or at least used to be, Anna and I are to accompany him to the funeral.

I have been filled with a sense of dread, as I fear my father may act upon the information he has acquired from me at any moment, so I have made sure to keep Anna by my side at all times, in case the situation goes awry.

Tyrion had ventured far from Kings Landing five days ago, but no one has heard from him since, no Raven has perched with a message in his handwriting. Many are worried for his safety, I being one of them, yet Tywin still shows no emotion.

Many had even theorized that Tyrion had been caught by Wildlings, since so many have clambered here from the other side of the Wall.

I finished archery practice with Pepe half an hour before, and I am currently watching Arya spar with her 'dance' teacher.

Arya has immense skill with her sword, which will no doubt come in useful in her later years.

She soon finished her lesson, and ran over to me.

"What do you think, Mari?" She asks me expectantly, her childlike cheeks shiny with sweat.

"You are brilliant, Arya!" I smile at her, and she grins at me, wiping her forehead with her hand.

"I'll be able to fight the Hound one day!" She tells me, and I laugh, "of course, Arya, but make sure I am there to see it!"

As soon as she is ready, we leave the room, but the Guards were ready to follow us this time.

"Brilliant." Arya rolls her eyes, as the Guards follow us down the corridor.

"Cersei." I mutter, I still haven't gotten use to this level of stalkery, and the Guards are becoming tougher to evade.

"I think something's going to happen." Arya whispers to me, looking back at the Guards behind us. I tilt my head sideways at her, and she continues.

"I saw Cersei talking to my father in the Gardens, and it looked heated. I'm worried for him.. They were talking about Cersei and Jaime doing things only a husband and wife should do." she says, frowning at the ground. I put an arm around her.

"He will be fine, Arya. Everything is fine." I tell her, but more to myself. Nothing is fine. If Eddard was speaking to Cersei, then I am certain he has informed her of his knowledge.

Everything is happening sooner than I had thought. I change the topic of conversation with Arya, someone so young should not be troubled by matters this great.

"So, have you been sent any letters from your mother?" I ask her, and she smiles, nodding.

"She sent me a letter hoping that we are all well, and even asked after you." I raise my eyebrows, why would she ask after me?

"Oh!" Arya yells, and rummages through her pockets. She hands me a crumpled parchment, with a sheepish look.

"Sorry, I forgot. This came for you this morning, and I thought I'd give it to you to save you the trip up the tower." I thank her and take it from her hands, unravelling the parchment.

The handwriting was neat, but seemed rushed.

Marienne,

This reply regretfully comes months since you wrote to me, as my mother did not mention you had written. The situation is dire here also, and I am afraid we may not see each other for a while.

I am certain you will not be wed to Ramsay, Marienne. I will pay your father a dowry of any size, for your hand. I will also send him more gold to stop your sister from suffering the fate that was set for you. Roose had visited us with his bastard son, threatening my mother and I to give you to them. Ignore my father, he just does not want to start a rift between our house and the Lannisters.

Yet, I believe my mother has caused one. She has captured Tyrion Lannister, claiming he is the reason my brother Bran fell from the tower all those months ago. She has taken him to the vale, where he will be put on trial, and if the lucks go her way, he will be thrown from the moon door, to his death. She does not care about the consequences. No one else can know of this Marienne.

Yours, Robb.

I gasp as I read the last of the letter. Catelyn captured Tyrion, on false information. That is why no one has heard from him. I cannot let Tyrion die for something that I know he did not do. Tyrion is the only moral Lannister.

I fold up the parchment, but it is ripped from my hands. I look up, startled, as Ser Royland begins to open it.

"You have no right to do that!" I tell him, but he pushes me back as I try to take the paper from him.

"Tyrion isn't here to stop me, little girl." He sneers, as he begins to read it.

Oh no.

"Arya, go." I command Arya, without taking my eyes off of Ser Royland.

"But-"

"No, Arya, find your sister. Stay with her." Arya sighs, and I hear her feet begin to walk away behind me.

Ser Royland scowls as he reads the letter, but his eyes grow wide as he carries on.

He looks up from the letter, and points at me.

"Seize her!" He yells to the two Guards that had followed Arya and I.

"She knows what happened to Lord Tyrion!" He spits venomously, scrunching up the letter and putting it in his pocket. All of a sudden, Ser Royland was shouting, accusing me off conspiring with the Starks on the capture of Tyrion, who he himself had denounced as merely a Dwarf.

"What? No! I didn't know!" I defend myself, but struggle as the Guards grab both of my arms, restricting me from moving.

"Send her to Cersei." He demands, giving the letter to one of the Guards.

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I like to think that this is where everything begins to have a domino effect! Can't wait to write the next chapter! I've tried to make sure I have elements from the shows and books plot in it, as Tyrion really does get captured by Catelyn. Ahh hope you like it! And please remember to read my new book, the picture used is of the front cover!