Marienne's Game Of Thrones- Robb Stark

Taking Up Arms and Facing Death

"I've won every battle. But I'm losing this war."

Robb's POV

"Robb! Calm down!" My mother yells at me, as she tries to pry the sword away from my grip, which continues to slash the steel against the tree.

I let it drop to the floor as I sink with it, and bury my head in my bruised hands. I feel my mother's hands glide over me, pulling me into her embrace.

"It will be okay, Robb." She says, voice cracking as she tries not to cry.

"They have my father.. my sisters.. Marienne." I say into my mother's shoulder.

How did I not see this coming? The Bolton's are no longer the threat, as they do not wish to be wed to 'traitors'. The Lannisters have taken everyone I love, and plans on executing them with false evidence.

"We can get them back." My mother says assertively. "May the Gods have mercy on any person who stands in our way."

"We need the bannermen. Tell Theon to call for them. I will not let those cowards murder my loved ones." I spit, glaring at my sword as it lays on the forest floor.

"Because now we are at war."

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Marienne's POV

Robb. If you can hear me, please know that I love you, and will continue to watch down on you after I am gone.

I sit knelt on the ground, hands clasped together as I pray to the Gods. We have been taken to a different cell, where we can hear the jeering of the crowds as we await our execution.

"It's no use, Marienne. No one can save us." My father says, legs and arms tied together. I ignore him, and continue my prayer.

The cell was more like a cage, with thick iron bars restricting us from escaping, too many to slip through. I had already tried. We were in broad daylight, but not in the sight of the bloodthirsty crowd. It was the cell used to hold those that are in line to be executed.

"Marienne." I hear a slow drawl come from the other side of the Cell, which belongs to Eddard. His health has been declining ever since we were arrested; they have been withholding our food and water.

I open an eye and look at him, yet his eyes are shut, leaning against the bars.

"I fear that Cersei will not keep her word of sending us to the Wall. And if she doesn't, I need you to tell my family that I am proud of who they have become, and that they should not seek revenge for my death." His words are painful, as he tells me what he believes are his final words.

"Come on." A gruff voice orders, and they open the cell door. My eyes remain shut, as a cotton bag is placed over my head. The shackles are cut loose from my ankles as I am dragged to my feet.

I hear the shackles being released on my father and Eddard also, as we are dragged out of the cell.

"Been waiting for this a long time!" A guard says cheerfully to the other, as they drag us to our deaths. I cannot see them through the bag, but I glare at them with all my might.

The sounds of the crowd grow louder, as I am lead through an archway, and I hear the crowd in front of me. My feet shuffle along, feeling for any cracks in the floor.

I want to die with dignity, not flat on my face.

The screams from the crowd were deafening, and my head is thrown sideways as a rock collides with my jawbone. Cheers of triumph race through the crowd as I feel blood drip into my mouth. The guards bring me to a halt, and kick me to my knees, which seer with pain.