DAGGERS TO THE HEART Part 1 - GAME OF THRONES

Robb I

Over the past week, something had been amiss with Jon, Sansa and Arya. Of course mother and father too, but their problems had stemmed from whatever was going on with his siblings. The change occurred when they found the direwolf pups. After that Jon, Sansa and Arya had begun acting strange. It was as if the three of them had suddenly turned into adults overnight, and that wasn't all, they had a cold look in their eyes, haunted and tortured. Robb was convinced something must have happened to them, but what, he couldn't imagine. The look in their eyes was nothing compared to what Robb experienced when he first fought Jon after he'd changed. Jon had always been a good fighter, and Robb was aware he sometimes held back to allow Robb to win. That first time he went up against Jon was like fighting something else, close to how he imagined Ser Arthur Dayne to be. To make matters worse, Robb knew Jon was holding back, a lot.

When they'd had lessons about military history and battle planning, Jon had come into his own. Gone was the shy boy, replaced by a battle hardened Commander who knew strategy and counter strategy. He acted as if his every waking moment was filled with war. As much as he was stunned and impressed by Jon's new found understanding, he missed his brother.

Most of all, his siblings were cold and aloof, and weary of everyone else. They were clearly trying to put on an act, however they were failing. It was as if there were three complete strangers in the bodies of his brother and sisters. So to try and find out what was wrong, he started trying to follow them, with little success, especially when Arya was around. She'd suddenly turn up out of nowhere, her hands behind her back, staring at him as if he were prey. Today was no exception.

He'd seen Jon head down to the crypts, followed by Sansa. Checking nobody was around, Robb decided to follow them and listen to their conversation. He knew not to get too close, just enough to hear what they were saying, so he stood behind one of the statues of the kings of winter, listening to his brother and sister. They sat against the wall, opposite the statue of aunt Lyanna, cuddled up together. If it hadn't been a strange sight, it would have been heart-warming, until he heard a conversation which turned his stomach.

"You need a beard. I prefer you with a beard, you look more like a King. And start tying your hair back." Sansa said, in the most normal voice he'd heard for the last few days, although it was clear she was chastising Jon, although when had Sansa seen Jon with his hair longer, he'd always had it like he'd had it now. And why did she want him to look like a King? Robb was confused.

"It's too short." Jon complained.

"I'll get to work on a cloak for you. After I've finished the new dress I'm making for myself. Do you think you could show me how to use a dagger? Arya's too short and quick."

Jon kissed her on the forehead. "Aye, I will. Tonight in the Godswood?" he asked.

"That would be perfect." Sansa kissed him back on the cheek. "I need to go..." Robb realised they were about to separate, so he quickly crept out of the crypt, but at least he knew where they were going. As long as Arya didn't spot him, he'd be fine.

That night Robb watched the three of them in the Godswood.

"I'm adding Ramsay to my list!" Arya declared, she was sitting twirling a dagger in her fingers as if it were a toy.

"He's mine!" Sansa declared, throwing a dagger to a tree and missing completely. She walked over to where it landed and picked it back up.

"You already fed him to his hounds." Arya said as Sansa stepped behind her. "I want a turn. I promise I'll make it more painful." she glanced at the target, threw the dagger and hit it.

"What could be more painful than feeding him to his hounds?" Sansa sighed.

"Should we dare ask?" Jon shuddered. "This is coming from the girl who baked two men into a pie and served it to their father, before killing him and his entire family." Arya returned from retrieving her dagger.