Marienne's Game Of Thrones- Robb Stark

Kidnap

"Marienne!" Melissa yells for the third time in a row. Yet, I continue to ride ahead on my horse, silent as I think of Robb.

He is to become betrothed to another? A Frey? Does he not love me as he once said that he did? Did he love me at all!

My head jolts forward as a loaf of bread connects with the back of it, which slowly tumbled down the side of the horse and into Warrior's mouth who happily greeted the bread. I turn around on the saddle, greeted with Melissa raising her eyebrows at me.

"You're finally going to speak to me? What is the matter?" She says sternly, huffing as I turn back forwards.

"Robb does not love me any longer." I say quietly, yet Melissa scoffs from behind me.

"Of course he does Marienne! Why would you think such thoughts?" I slow down the horse with the reigns to ride adjacent with Melissa.

"Didn't you here Walder Frey? Robb is betrothed to one of his daughters!" My voice begins to raise as I try to show Melissa some sense. I feel tears brimming in my eyes, but I blink them away. "If he loved me and truly wished to marry me, why would he do such a thing?" My voice cracks and I look down to the horse, stroking it's matted mane.

Melissa stays silent, knowing that what I say is true.

"You do not know for certain." She mumbles, looking over the vast amounts of countryside ahead of us that is slowly fading away as we crawl closer to Winterfell. "Do you still wish to travel to Winterfell?"

I nod to her. "Our sister Anna should be on her way there, and we are only a days ride away by horseback."

Melissa hums in agreement as we carry on.

I have had a feeling of nervousness within me since I was unable to catch up with Anna many weeks ago, as if she never made it to Winterfell.

But I am certain we will become reunited.
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Anna's POV

"Hurry up Arry and Andy! You're falling behind now!" Yoren screams to Arya and I, as we slowly begin to fall behind the cage at the back of the group.

"I'm so.. tired.." Arya puffs, looking up to me as the twigs crunch beneath her feet. I tilt my head back in exhaustion, pushing Arya forwards so she doesn't fall behind anymore. We pass the cage, to find the two more violent men glaring at us menacingly. I avoid their gaze as I jog towards Yoren at the front.

"Are we stopping anytime soon?" I ask him, attempting to lower my voice to that of a boy's in case of any eavesdroppers.

He grunts a reply, looking around at the trees surrounding us. He quickly spins around, addressing the entire group. I watch as Gendry sighs in relief as everyone stops, puffing out air as he throws his hands onto his knees. 

"Up ahead is a farm. The owners of the farm are always kind enough to let us sleep in the stables whenever a new batch of you scum pass through. We will be staying there overnight." He yells, nodding at me for a second before calling for everyone to carry on walking.

"Andy!" A voice calls from behind me, and I turn around to see Gendry attempting to walk next to me, his usually cool complexion red and sweaty from the 15 kilometres that we have walked today through the harsh terrains of Northern lands.

He leans on my arm as he stops for another second. "I can't explain how bloody tired I am. We need a talk when we get to the farm." He says seriously, and I bite my lip curiously.

"What about?" I ask outright, and he tilts his head in wonder.

"Isn't it obvious?" He asks, laughing. I shake my head, but he continues to laugh at me. I flip him off, and tread back to my place next to Arya. 

By the time we had arrived at the farm, it was nightfall. As we walked through the fencing, the owners stood in the doorway of the stables, waving at us.

"Who's stupid enough to allow a group of violent criminals to stay in their farm?" Gendry whispers, nudging my shoulder. 

"At least they're letting us stay, Gendry. It is called hospitality." I reply, and the owners walk towards us, Yoren leading us up the cobbled path.

"Yoren! How nice it is to see you again my lad!" The man says, an arm around his wife as he uses the other to shake Yoren's hand.

"Thanks again for letting us stay Fred. Don't worry about showing them around, they're just criminals. We'll be in the stable for the night and then straight out of your hair." He says gruffly to Fred, who nods happily, pointing towards a large wooden shack, looking to be on its last hinges.

"Well, you know where everything is Yoren. My wife Matilda has put a bunch of old rags in there to keep you lot warm and baked some fresh bread."

Without another word, Yoren begins to walk to the stables. Everyone is quiet, most probably with excitement of finally being able to sleep away from the bitter cold and the wind for at least one night, waiting in anticipation until they'll be able to snatch themselves a piece of Matilda's bread.

"Everyone, inside!" Yoren yells, kicking open the stable door. Everyone groans as they clutch their noses, the stench of putrid manure wafting through the open door.

"I'd rather sleep outside than in that shit, literally!" Someone calls from the back of the group. 

"Well you ungrateful sod, you're in luck because you're sleeping outside!" Yoren glares angrily at the bald man, who gulps loudly.

Within two hours, everyone had settled down into their claimed spots within the stable, a belly full of Matilda's bread stopping anyone's stomach from growling. 

Because Gendry, Arya and I were more focused on grabbing as much bread as we could, we forgot to make sure that we claimed a good spot to sleep in, therefore as a result the three of us huddled together as we laid down next to the open wooden door, which was slowly filtering the sordid smell of horse droppings.

The stable was crammed tight, I was being crushed between both Arya and Gendry, Arya's arms flailing as she had an unpeaceful night of rest. My back was crushing into Gendry's back, but I feel him tap me lightly on the shoulder.

Or, I thought it was Gendry. For the next few moments are a blur, from being in my state of unconciousness I am unaware that a hand is being placed around my mouth, stopping any noise from exiting my mouth.

My eyes snap open and grow wide as my body reacts to this unfamiliar hand clamped around my mouth. I hear shuffles from beside me and can picture a struggling Area being dragged by a silhouette out of the stables, where she is soon knocked unconscious.

I try to let out a scream, as more hands grab my body, dragging me from my spot. I struggle to free myself, to scream for Gendry to help, for anyone to help, but it is no use.

A damp cloth is replaced over my mouth, and I breath in heavily for air, yet this was a mistake, as I soon feel myself falling out of consciousness in the hands of my captor.