Lyanna Stark the second

Chapter 17

It's a hard thing to do, lie to your family when you know of their doom. Roose let me know of the plan, after uncle Ed and the Frey girl are taken to the bedding ceremony then the plan will commence and I'll be the heir to the north. I pleaded with Lord Bolton endlessly but he just gave me a sad and hard look and says that I'm lucky that I'm not going to get killed too. So here I am with my brother mother sister in law and unborn babe. I try to look happy but I can't help but feel sad.

"So Lyanna, I was wondering... about what we talked about a fortnight ago. I have everything in order all I need is your signature." Robb whispers. I nod

"Later alright?"

"Later."

Then it started, the rains of castamere slowly fill my bones with a sense of dread. Mom looked at her surroundings and then she slowly started to piece the puzzle together. She rolls up Roose's sleeve and sees the armour underneath. Then it all started to go to hell, arrows and knives Talisa got stabbed in the stomach multiple times I keep quiet in a fearful way. Robb stands to fight then is shot down I start towards my twin but then I'm thrown at the foot of walders table and I watch in horror and fear as the loyalists slowly die one by one. My brother crawls to his wife and I can see the heartbreak on his face. Mom grabs lady Frey in an attempt to bargain for our lives.

"Mom no please." I beg quietly.

"Take Lady Stark outside and leave her whole." Lord Bolton says in an emotionless drawl.

"NO NO NO!!! LET ME GO!!" I scream thrashing about I scramble and grab a knife and swipe wildly with it hoping to kill anyone who comes near me. I manage one kill before I'm over powered.

"NO LET ME STAY WITH MY FAMILY!" I beg tears starting to race down my face.

"Lyanna, go." I hear my brother huff I see the arrows in his chest. I start to struggle a bit less.

"Go. Now. You can still have the life you want. I cannot." Robb murmurs looking at Talisa's body.

"No Robb please." I beg.

"I wouldn't be able to love like that again. Just make sure that the stonemason does my face right, I want to be the prettiest one in the crypt. I love you."

"I love you too Robby." I reply and then I let the men drag me out of the hall. The war ended here. And so did the life of my twin, mother, sister in law, and niece or nephew.

Once Walder Frey and Roose exit the hall I rush inside to help with the dead. I drag the corpse into rows and start cleaning them gently as a mother would a child. I get through majority of the people including Talisa and I see Robb and Mom laying there. I take a deep breath and scoop up the thing that once held my mother. I brush back some of the auburn curls that slipped out of the hair do that she had. Once I cleaned her up and got Robb I noticed something odd about his coat pocket. So once I set him down I checked and found his living will. Or just his will now. I read through quickly skipping the parts about Talisa, his child, and mom then I got to the good stuff. Jon is to be the heir. I smile and slip it in my pocket hoping that I wouldn't be checked.

It was sometime before dawn when Roose came in and literally picked me up and carried me to a room where there was a warm bath waiting and new clothes.

"Your going back to winterfell. So I assumed that you would like to be clean for the journey back." Roose says looking at me like I'm a kicked puppy.

"My brothers body will be ready for me when I leave, same with my mothers funeral, in the Tully fashion." I demand in a hollow voice.

"M'lady-" one of the girls starts.

"It's alright, her family just died, you wouldn't be to pleased now would you?" Roose asks in a cool voice.

"Why are you defending me?" I growl at the Bolton.

"Because of my son, Domeric, he was quite taken with you. He even talked of riding to kings landing just to see you. And I feel as if he would be happy that I'm helping you."

"That's kind of you but also a lie. If you cared so much about making your dead son happy, you would have saved my family." I hiss and then the lord looks disappointed then makes his way out of the room.