Lady of Winterfell

Chapter Forty-One: The Future to Come

The scene before her felt unreal and Sanira couldn't help but feel uneasy about the celebrations that were going on around her; she was sat next to Robb and on the grand table Edmure and his new bride were seated with Lord Walder. 

Around them there was music and laughter, everyone seemed to be enjoying themselves and it was a nice distraction from the war that they had been fighting. 

Suddenly the atmosphere around them started to change and Sanira felt the hairs on her neck stand up as she watched Edmure and his bride leave the room. 

The vaguely familiar sounds of a song started to play and Sanira felt a little ill as Walder Frey called the attention of everyone that remained in the banquet hall. 

"Your Grace," Walder Frey called catching Robb's attention from where he was talking to one of his men, everyone was seated and Sanira watched as her husband moved forward to see what Lord Frey wanted. 

Walder Frey got to his feet and lifted his goblet as he stood, his eyes focused on Robb as everyone was silent at the sound of him speaking. 

Catelyn was seated next to Lord Bolton watching the scene before them, Sanira noted that her good-mother seemed a little tense; it was like she also sensed that something wasn't right here. 

"I feel I've been remiss in my duties," Lord Walder mused watching Robb, there was a look in his eyes that made Sanira feel like she was missing something. 

The atmosphere started to grow tense and Sanira could only watch as she wondered what was going on; she wanted nothing more than to know what was going on. 

"I finally get to meet my Queen and I owe her a gift," Lord Walder mused and before Sanira could even think about his words, she felt something sharp thrust into her stomach. 

Gasping Sanira turned to see Lame Lothar, he stabbed her again before she stumbled back clutching at her stomach trying to stop the bleeding before everything went black.

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Gasping as she woke up, Sanira sat up in her bed and looked down at her front trying to see if there was any sign of blood; everything that she had seen in her dream made her anxious about what was going on. 

She nearly jumped out of her skin when Robb gently grabbed her hands, Sanira hadn't realised that he was awake until he had touched her; she blinked trying to clear her mind. 

"Sanira?" Robb asked rubbing his hands up and down her arms trying to sooth her, he had been unable to sleep with the rain that seemed to pour down on their tent. 

Robb had found himself a little restless since their meeting with the Freys and he knew that his uncle would marry Roslin Frey in the matter of a week; he still felt wary of the agreement that he had with the Freys. 

Walder Frey had broken his promise once and Robb couldn't help but think that he would do so again; the reasons why the Freys had turned on them in the first place were weak and that concerned Robb even more. 

He would have never remarried straight away if Sanira had been killed, Robb would have wanted to bury his wife first and take a brief mourning period before thinking about his options. 

"What did you see?" Robb asked waiting for her to calm down before he asked more, he knew that she'd had some odd dreams recently and he felt like they were some sort of warning. 

Everything that Sanira seemed to dream was linked to what had happened to them since they had married; it made Robb aware of just what might be waiting for them. 

Sanira took several deep breathes, she waited a couple of moments to gather her thoughts; she couldn't help but wonder if this would come true.

"Edmure's wedding..." Sanira breathed looking to Robb, she knew that she'd had doubts since they had agreed to the terms but this was strange; they were on their way to the Twins now and she doubted anything could be changed. 

Robb nodded his head, his uncle's wedding had played on his own mind quite a bit and he guessed that it would help satisfy Lord Frey in some way. 

The man had always dreamt of one of his daughters or granddaughters marrying into House Tully and he had finally gotten what he wanted even if his gaze had moved from House Tully to House Stark slightly. 

Sanira slowly started to recount her dream to Robb, she was surprised by the details that she had seen; it was like she had almost been there herself. 

Their tent was silent while Sanira recounted what had happened, she was almost glad that she hadn't disturbed anyone yet with her dreams since they would probably think that she was crazy. 

It had been bad enough when she had dreamed that Karlon had been murdered by Roose Bolton; she still feared for her son's life and now she was dreaming that Lame Lothar was going to kill her. 

Robb nodded quietly while he listened to what Sanira was saying, he was concerned every time that she had one of these dreams; they never seemed to end well for their family and it scared him. 

The couple were silent once Sanira was done talking, neither sure what they wanted to think about this; they both knew that things weren't going to get any better anytime soon. 

There was a sudden sound outside of their tent and Robb groaned wondering what they were being disturbed now; he wished to think more about what Sanira had seen in her sleep. 

"Your Grace... news from Aeredale," Greatjon Umber said walking into the tent, he was sure that it wouldn't go down well but the news had arrived and it was best they heard it now.

Sanira looked up and stared at Greatjon, she didn't know how to feel about news from her former home; things had been run by her mother during her father's illness and she doubted that her mother would relinquish that control easily. 

Robb nodded his head, they hadn't had much news since Lord Rolan had fallen ill and Arthur was forced to bow down to his own mother's commands while he was ill. 

"Lord Rolan Tremaine is dead," Greatjon Umber revealed carefully, it was horrible news to share with the couple but he knew that the entire camp would know by morning. 

The raven had arrived from Aeredale's Maester and his news had not been welcome; this wasn't what they wanted when they were heading for an alliance with the Freys. 

Sanira stared at him for a moment while Robb climbed out of bed and moved towards Greatjon so that he could take the parchment that he was holding. 

Reading the parchment, Robb frowned at the news that they were given and he was thankful that the news had reached them; the Maester had taken a personal risk to send them this. 

"Lannister soldiers help Lady Tremaine remain in control of Aeredale," Robb murmured shaking his head, he had no idea how such a force had slipped past them but he knew that something had to be done to correct this quickly. 

Arlenna's secret was now revealed to them and Robb knew that with Rolan's death, his eldest son should now be the Lord of his house but that was being stopped by his mother's actions. 

"Send men to help Lord Tremaine," Robb ordered before he turned to look at Sanira, he remembered how he felt when he lost his father.