✅️ The Last Velaryon - Robb Stark

40 - Saving Them

"Robb!" One of the Frey archers Frey's their next arrow with it heading straight for me.  I went to duck yet it didn't hit me so I quickly shifted my gaze upward seeing the arrow get launched into someone else.

Tyrion shouted hiding behind one of the chairs, ducking when arrows flew past his head.  "Chezney!"

"Chezney! No, no, no." I screamed at the top of my lungs noticing an arrow sticking in her stomach while she had jumped right in front of me so that I didn't lose my baby I was carrying.

"Protect the Queen.  Protect the King!" Some of the Stark and Velaryon bannermen shouted running around the room beginning to fight off the Frey men that weren't armed with crossbows.

Falling down onto my knees I lowered my best friend's body down onto the floor with me.  "Chez, Chez, hey stay with me." I needed her to keep her eyes opened even when I could see blood was quickly seeping through her dress.

"Chezney, I'm sorry.  This is my fault." Tyrion came over to us, pushing his hand down on her knowing pressure could slow down the bleeding.

My best friend coughed, gripping onto his arm with one of her hands.  "Don't - blame yourself - Tyrion."

"We've gotta get out of here before she bleeds to death.  There's gotta be - ahh!" Searching around the room until I heard a loud crash of something where we watched one of the dining room tables get knocked on its side in order to shield us from any further attack by some of the Stark men.

My father's voice rang through the hall where he challenged Lord Frey.  "We will not allow you to murder our king and queen!"

"Daddy, no." I whispered fearing that he was about to get killed right in front of me when Lord Frey stared at his soldiers. 

Both Frey and our men halted in fighting the moment Lord Frey spoke up. "The King in the North arises." Walder chuckled dryly seeing Robb limp over to me, Chezney and Tyrion gathered together on the floor behind the flipped tables that had been shielding us from more arrows and swords.

"Lord Walder! Lord Walder, enough! Let it end!" Catelyn, who had gotten shot in the shoulder, rose from the floor, dragging the young woman who was forced to marry the elderly man up, causing the men with crossbows to take their aim on her instead of us. "Please. He is my son. My first son. Let him go and I swear that we will forget this. I swear it by the old gods and new. We will take no vengeance."

"You already swore me one oath right here in my castle. You swore by all the gods your son would marry my daughter!" Walder Frey raised his voice back at her.  "I let you believe that your new arrangement was fine but remember this Catelyn I never forget when someone betrays me!"

Catelyn begged the man, crying for her son's attention while he was attempting to keep my best friend from bleeding to death with Tyrion on his knees on her other side.  "Take me for a hostage, but let Robb go. Robb, get up. Get up and walk out. Please! Please!"