The Snow Bastards

MHYSA

A chained and beaten Hanir is dragged up the stairs to top of the Twins. The sounds of the battle below draw him to the edge. The Stark camp is engulfed in flames as the battle rages on.

Hanir slowly lifts his head up glaring at Roose

Hanir: I will kill you. Not today. Not tomorrow but one day I will kill you

Roose smirks hiding the fear in his eyes

Roose: Oh your empty promises, Hanir. That's all they are; empty promises.

Jorah pauses amidst the blinding smoke and flames. His horse whinnies nervously. The chants of the Frey men grow louder.

The King in the North! The King in the North! The King in the North! The King in the North!

Frey men march out of the castle. Mounted behind them, Robb's headless body tied roughly to a post with Grey Wind's head mounted on his shoulders.

Talana watches in horror at the scene in front of her. Jorah watches with disgust and hatred in his eyes. He spins the horse around and rides away though the battle.

The Stark and Ashwood banners engulfs in flames.

MORNING

Rohar is washing Dark Sister in a small steam as Roslin walks up behind him, he stands up grabbing her hands lifting them to his lips.

Roslin: I did not know what my father planned----I swear

Rohar silences her with a loving kiss, she kisses him back melting into the kiss

Rohar: I believe you when you told me last night. Now I must get you somewhere safe

Roslin: Where are we going?

Rohar: Far to the east. Somewhere the Lannisters and your father wouldn't dare come near. House Mikaelson.

KING'S LANDING-HAND'S CHAMBERS

Tyrion enters the chambers as Joffrey walks in grinning wildly.

Tyrion: Killed a few puppies today?

Joffrey: Show him. Come on, show him.

Hand shaking, Pycelle offers a scroll to TYRION. He drops it before TYRION can grab it.

Pycelle: Oh, apologies, my lord. Old fingers.

Annoyed, Tyrion reaches to the floor and snatches the scroll. He reads it.

Tyrion: '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?

Joffrey: Robb Stark is dead. And his bitch mother and the Lone Wolf is on his way here. Oh MY pet is on his here to his master. Thanks him for his service and command him for Robb Stark's head. I think I'll make Hanir Gaston dance at my wedding feast wearing a silly cap

Tyrion: Oh nephew, darling stupid nephew.....you do not know what you have done

Joffrey: I am the new Lone Wolf now. I'm the greatest warrior in the Seven Kingdoms now

Littlefinger: Your Grace, I think he is implying we have woken up a great beast. Hanir still has friends, loyal friends who are no friends to the Lannistors.

Tywin: If the Mikaelsons wished to involve themselves, then we shall do the same to them.

Cersei: A joke. Joffrey did not mean it

Joffrey: Oh I meant every word. I'm going to have Hanir dance at Sansa's wedding wearing a tiny cap and nothing else.

Tyrion: No. She is no longer yours to torment.