Marienne's Game Of Thrones- Robb Stark

Sly Ten Year Olds, Regicide and a Great Fall

"Yes Marienne. It's me." The old man known as Lord Oran, my father, takes a step closer to me. He brings a hand up to cup my cheek, and by instinct I slap it away.

He has grown old without grace, his face covered in old scabbed over battle scars, and thick, shoulder length brown hair scooped into a ponytail.

"How long has it been, dear child?" He takes another step closer, and soon I will be seconds away from slapping this disgrace of a man.

"Oh, how long has it been since you shipped me off away from my family to serve one of the most ruthless houses in Westeros? Three years father. Three years and seven months." He sighs in discontent at my hostility towards him.

"Jaison and Anna have missed you, Marienne." He tightens his ponytail awkwardly as he mentions my two younger siblings.

I stay silent, not wanting to converse with him.

"Marienne, just talk to me! It was for your benefit that I sent you away!"

"Do not lie to me father, you can't stand me. You couldn't have sent me away any sooner." I turn to walk away from my father, but he grabs my arm.

"Don't anger me Marienne."

"You don't scare me. I've spent the past three years with Cersei, you are just a coward compared."

"Look. Becoming the Kings Hand is not the only reason I am here. We need your help."

"Who's we?"

"Jaison. We are planning to do something.. bad. But it will help our house in the long run and we will only live if you can make an alibi for us."

"Whatever you are going to do, don't!"

What was he going to do?

"Your brother and sister have both been looking forward to seeing you, they will be arriving soon."

"What about mother?"

"Your mother has other engagements, I regret."

"Of course she has. If you will excuse me."

I pull my arm out of my fathers grip and I make my way to the main hall, where breakfast has been set up by the staff. Most food has been demolished by those who had gone off on the hunt, but I manage to scavenge a slice of bread with butter.

"Marienne, I've been meaning to talk to you." Sansa sits on the end of the table, followed by Bran, Arya and their youngest sibling Rickon.

"She's been looking everywhere for you!" Arya rolls her eyes as she grabs a pre buttered knife from Bran's hand.

"Hush Arya! It's about yesterday, when we were talking about Joffrey.." I move to sit next to her on the end of the table, away from her younger siblings. We turn to face each other and she takes a sharp breath.

"I've been thinking about what Jon said, that it may not just be rumours of what Joffrey is like. Please, Marienne, tell me the truth?" She begs me with a pleading look, forlorn.

"Sansa, I feel you will be in great danger if you are to marry Joffrey. Not just by him, but Queen Cersei. Joffrey is a vile boy, but has a charming facade he uses, and I want you to be aware of what you will be getting yourself into."

She looks down sadly at her lap, fiddling with her thumbs. "What I fear has come true, I took a walk with him yesterday, and one minute he is nice and the next he is threatening to kill Lady."

I place my hand on her shoulder to comfort her, "Do not worry Sansa. I will be in Kings Landing also, so stay with me. Joffrey will do you no harm as long as I am there."