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Post by Snowglobe18 on Aug 24, 2017 19:37:03 GMT -7
Deciding to write this all down now was the only thing that I could do. As the years and centuries move on I found myself forgetting things and that was the last thing I ever wanted to do. Writing in a diary seemed like a thing that girls do now because of the amount of secrets, either that or they splash it all over Facebook. But this is my story on how I became the Queen of the North, how I loved two very different people, how I became a mother and how we won back the North. How in the end we got rid of the Iron Throne and how it became the country it is today. So this is the story about the Ice Bitch and the Bastard of Winterfell -.- The Hand was dead, Jon Arryn had been Katherine's faithful hand for a long time and now he had died, but she knew that there would always be one more person to replace him and it didn't take a guess to who would be the next person. Ned Stark. Katherine's father had traveled all the way up to the North to bring Ned back with him. Katherine had gone along with him and it had been when she had met both Robb and Jon. They had both very different last names but in the end they were Ned's sons much to the chagrin of Catelyn Stark. It was also around that time that Jon had been preparing to go to the Wall. The very thing was made out of ice and he would be protecting the Kingdoms from the Wildlings that wanted to come into the South, there was a great honour to serve for the Nights Watch. So while Ned and Co were heading South to the Capital known as Kings Landing Jon was heading North. Ned had taken up the place next to Robert and everything seemed to be just normal to Katherine but then after a while he started to ask questions, about whether or not she had seen anything strange going on in the castle. Katherine hadn't wanted to say anything and she had left the office the first time but in the end she finally confessed up to the fact that there had been something she had seen. She hadn't been sure that Ned would believe her so she had been a bit worried about whether she should say anything at all. In the end Katherine confessed to seeing something going on with the Lannister's. She had caught them in a very compromising position that no brother and sister should be in, what was worse was the fact that Katherine's own sister was a Lannister. Why in the name of the Gods had her father married the youngest to that family was beyond her but that was something that had been settled by her own father. Katherine however had been seeing the Baker's son. Her and Leith had been friends for years but it had only started to blossom a few months previous but she knew that in the end nothing could really come of it, she couldn't marry him no matter what happened but that didn't stop them from seeing each other. It didn't stop them from finding their ways into the secret passageways or using one of the empty rooms in a different part of the castle. Then came the news that her father had been hurt and that he was going to die, Ned had wanted to tell him about the Lannister's but she wasn't sure if he had. Katherine never got around to asking him because after her own sister and the damn Lannister boy took her throne, not that she wanted it anyway, Ned had been arrested for treason. So she guessed that he had something to do with that but she knew her next stop had to get her out of the castle. No one knew what she knew and it would be the best thing to get away from the castle for a while. Katherine knew she had to go North. To find Robb Stark, he was the only one who would protect her. She would be safe with him. Her sister would have her hunted down anyway because Katherine was the one that she should sitting on the throne right now. It should be her that would've been in the awful chair that was known to cut the person who sat in it. Now a Lannister was on the throne and it made Katherine feel sick to her stomach, they were in the right place to get whatever they wanted and in the end they did because Ned had been killed. -.- Katherine couldn't believe all of this had happened, she was tired of the Lannister's interfering in everything but they were one of the richest families in the whole of the seven Kingdoms and now she was on the run from them. Leith had got her out of the castle and now she was on her way to meet up with Robb Stark, only he didn't know about it. She hadn't been able to get a message to him and it was probably best if she hadn't anyway. Ned, her father's oldest friend was dead and that made Katherine want to yell at the sky and tell the truth about what she had told him but that would get her a date with the executioner too and Katherine rather liked her head. She was going further and further away from Kings Landing and wondered if she would ever see it again, she guessed that there probably wasn't a hope in Seven Hells that she would set foot back in that place again. No one would know that she was Katherine Petrova, the Kings - sorry the old Kings- daughter because of the fact that she didn't look like a Princess. She was in a cloak and trousers, her dark hair hidden by the hood of the cloak but just because she was on her own that didn't mean she was defenceless and now she wasn't sure who she could trust with the fact that the Gold Cloaks were now under the thumb of the Lannisters. She was tired but didn't want to stop, didn't want to stop until she came across the camp that she had been looking for but in the end she found him and she was glad of that because it meant that she was safe. Katherine ended up marrying Robb Stark and became the Queen in the North, it hadn't been something that she had planned but it happened and now she was having his child. -.- Katherine had looked down at the piece of parchment in her hand and she felt like the whole world had turned upside down, her heart had broken in two and she wasn't sure if there was anyway that she could really fix it. Robb was dead. He had been killed by the Frey's. They had broken bread with him, offered him protection in their house and then murdered him and now Katherine was left alone and was pregnant and she was the Queen in the North. A Queen without a King. So there was only one thing she could really do and that was to head North, all the way to the Wall. It was neutral ground and she knew she could get some protection because the last thing she wanted to do was have her baby on the side of the road. But all the way up to the Wall she couldn't stop thinking about how she was going to make the Frey's pay for what they did to her husband. Katherine moved North with the men that Robb had left to look after her and prayed to all the Gods that she would be able to get to the Wall before she ended up having her baby. When Katherine finally got to the Wall she was amazed by how tall it actually was, it hurt her neck to even look up at it but either way she was going to have to make sure that she could get into the damn thing. There was only one name on her lips. There was only one person she knew who would make sure that she would be protected while she had her baby. It was cold up here there was no doubt about that but she was bundled up warm enough or at least as warm as she could be. Her men stayed with her the whole time and she definitely hadn't been deaf to what they had been saying, that they needed to make the Frey's pay and they would. They damn well would pay for this but for now they had to regroup and make sure they took stock of everything and taking themselves out of the game for now would be the only way. -.- Katherine's dark hair blew about in the wind and the snow landed on her cloak as she sat atop her horse. It had been seven hells of a ride but they had finally made it and she waited to see what would happen. She shivered at the thought that this place was what was keeping the Wildlings and anything else from getting into the South. There was a pleading in her head right now. Please someone, please let me in for safety
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Post by Ray on Aug 24, 2017 20:24:46 GMT -7
"Open the gate!" A voice rings across the courtyard, echoing against the stone walls and the dam of ice stretching a mile into the winter sky. Other voices join in from the ramparts in shouted replies, grunts and ayes and lost words drowned out by the thunderous groan of the steel gate. It opens inward slowly, splitting down the middle and letting in a gust of wind and snow before any one person could pass. A few brothers halt their daily tasks, turning their eyes towards the newcomers.
It had been quite a while since anyone to the south remembered their presence at the last bastion in the north, a long time since anyone had come knocking on their gates that weren't armed with axes and fire.
"Should we tell the Lord Commander?" A younger boy asks, watching the horses shuffle through the mud and snow into the courtyard, carrying banners of grey and white. Eddison doesn't know much about lords or ladies or their highborn sigils. But he recognizes this one.
"Aye, and quickly." He says, before placing a careful palm around the hilt of his sword and descending the stairs. "He'll be wanting to see this himself." His boots slosh without care through the muck only turned wet and deep by the more frequent storms, the hem of his black cloak dragging behind him. "Morning!" He calls out, squinting his eyes against the pale sun hanging high overhead and shining through mist. A woman rides in front, dark haired and shivering, looking out of place amongst the soldiers and bannermen following behind. Looking most out of place here. "Looking to join?" He says it in jest, but he's mostly nervous. The last nobleman to ride through these parts did not leave so gracefully.
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Post by Snowglobe18 on Aug 24, 2017 20:40:11 GMT -7
Katherine is happy to know that they were going to let her in and she watched as the gate opened up to reveal the courtyard on the otherside. She had heard about the Men of the Night's Watch and how it was such an honour to be part of it but if she was honest, it looked a bit lonely up here and that was from first glance of this place. The first castle to be hear this was Winterfell and even then no one could desert without being killed for it. She bit on her lip and a couple men followed her into the courtyard while the others stayed on the other side of the gate, the ones with the banners and a couple of men that she had grown to like. They were all nice people but she knew that they were eager to get hold of the Freys.
As was she.
She looked up when someone called out and she pushed her hood back so that she could see much better. The man who called out to her and had moved closer was jesting with her and she couldn't help but let a small smile pull at her lips before she looked around. "I don't think this place could handle me" she jested back before letting her dark eyes move back and looking at the man once more.
"I'm looking for Jon Snow" she said after a moment. "My name is Katherine Stark" She pulled her lip in between her teeth and she could see the banner out of the corner of her eye. The sigil for House Stark.. The Direwolf. Her own sigil had been lost to her the day that she left Kings Landing especially when it seemed like she was the only Petrova left even if she was now married to Robb Stark or at least had been married to Robb.
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Post by Ray on Aug 24, 2017 21:07:32 GMT -7
Eddison bites at the inside of his cheek, letting his gaze shift away from the woman -- however difficult that was -- to the doors of the great hall above them. "Yeah, I bet you are lookin' for 'im..." He murmurs, silently thanking and cursing the old gods and the new for making him far less handsome than their own Lord Snow. He gets far less women, but he also receives far less trouble.
Olly appears first from the Great Hall, all rosy cheeks and big eyes and mouth hanging open like a surprised trout. He jogs to the wooden railing upon the balcony, and looks down at the pretty lady and her horse and her weary men. "Did you get him?" Eddison yells up to the boy, huffing out a breath that clouds in the air around his face. But he gets his answer quick enough.
Stepping out from the cold shadows, the Lord Commander appears upon the balcony beside the boy, his dark eyes directed down to the courtyard, his palm falling upon the ice-covered railing. There's a beat, a moment, where his heart stills in his chest as he sees the grey direwolf floating in the wind. How long had he been dreaming of it, of this, of home finally returning to him? How long had he willed himself to keep Robb's face, Arya's face, Sansa's, Bran's, right at the front of his mind, so that they did not disappear into the night. So that he could recognize them, when they finally saw one another again. And in that moment, he looks down, his throat tight, and wants so badly to see auburn hair and blue eyes and a cheeky grin looking back at him.
But no...no that's not right.
A woman sits upon that horse, and Robb is dead.
Jon swallows, and pulls his hand from the railing.
"Lord Commander," Eddison says, clearing his throat as Jon descends the steps and crosses towards them.
"Thank you, Eddison," Jon replies with a small nod as he approaches the woman. Eddison gives a faint, terse smile, and takes a few steps backwards. "My lady," he begins, coming to a gradual halt, "I don't believe we've..." The words fall flat as his dark eyes find her face, something familiar sparking in his mind. "Katherine?"
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Post by Snowglobe18 on Aug 24, 2017 21:23:07 GMT -7
Katherine was sure that he muttered something but for the life of her she couldn't understand what he had said so she put it down to her very tired mind playing tricks on her. While they waited she moved her eyes over and looked at the banners of House Stark. The direwolf was a sigil that actually seemed to fit the Starks. They always seemed to have fighting spirit in them no matter what was thrown at them and it seemed like Robb had been no different.
Her heart ached at the thought of Robb no longer in this world and that she seemed like she was on her own but she wasn't. There were people still around that could make her feel like she wasn't the only one.
Katherine jumped a little when the man yelled up and the next thing she heard was someone say Lord Commander. Then a voice that she hadn't heard in a long time teased at her mind as if it was just yesterday that she heard it. She moved her brown eyes away from the banner and over to the owner of the voice when he called her 'my lady' she then twigged at the fact that this was the Lord Commander. That Jon fucking Snow was now running the men of the Night's Watch. This news definitely hadn't reached them but she guessed that it would've in the end or at least at some point it would've reached them.
Jon said her name and it felt like her heart was bursting, it was the way that he seemed to say it that made her think of the last time they had seen each other, it had been the day she was returning to Kings Landing and he was going to the Wall. She pushed that aside because that wasn't the reason why she was here.
Katherine manages to get off her horse and then smiles softly at him. "Jon" it was like her lips were tasting his name but in honesty she was just glad to see him. She pulled the cloak around her more and the next thing she said was "You're Lord Commander..."
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Post by Ray on Aug 24, 2017 21:49:07 GMT -7
He watches her get down from her horse, his brows pressing close as the realization sinks in. It had been years since he'd seen Katherine, years since he'd even thought of her. He had only been seventeen when King Robert Baratheon rode into Winterfell seeking Ned, towing half of the royal court and a family larger than his gut with him. But Jon had just been the bastard boy, the stain on Ned's honor. Catelyn had placed him in the back with Theon, hidden behind the true heirs, the true Starks, like any other foul thing you don't want royalty noticing. And yet Katherine had been kind. Sweet even. Allowing him to forget for even the short moment they spent in each other's company that he was little more than a commoner.
And now look at them. Not much older but the years have been long and just as giving as they have been cruel. She wears the Stark sigil like a badge of honor, and the marks of grieving upon her face. It does not take him more than a breath to realize that this is the bride he'd heard whispers of. Robb's chosen Queen.
It fits her, he thinks. Despite the cost.
"I am," Jon replies, blinking once slowly as he pulls himself out of his thoughts. He glances momentarily towards Eddison, who is still watching curiously and warily from the side. "Recently appointed." He says, looking back to Katherine. "What can the Night's Watch do for you?"
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Post by Snowglobe18 on Aug 24, 2017 22:06:10 GMT -7
Katherine nods when he said that he had been recently appointed. That was probably why they hadn't heard about it then because if it had only been recent then it wouldn't have reached them anyway. Underneath her cloak her arms grazed her swollen belly and for the first time she was wondering how in seven hells was she meant to do all of this. She knew that other women had been able to get over the death of their husbands and raise their family but Katherine wanted to ruin House Frey, she wanted to pay them back for everything they had done to House Stark.
Jon then asked her a question she swallowed hard before looking up at him. "I need protection" she was aware that there were eyes on her and while this probably wasn't the best way to say anything she guessed that he would find out in the end. "Really I need somewhere to lay low" she admitted and watched him.
He was older than the last time they had come face to face. Katherine remembered that day and she had been thinking about it a lot lately mostly because it was the day that Ned had joined them down south but she remembered watching Jon on his horse riding North instead of going South with them. She felt a shiver take over her and she made sure that she was warm but she guessed that it was impossible to get warm in a place like this. Even the thought of this place made people feel the shiver of the coldness from here. Now Katherine was here, it was colder than even she could imagine it to be.
"I'm with child and this was really the only place I could go that would keep me and my men safe for a while"
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Post by Ray on Aug 24, 2017 22:28:55 GMT -7
A slight frown tugs at the corners of his mouth. Once, perhaps, this had been the beacon of protection. It stood like a solemn pillar against the dangers of the north, proud, honorable, an order that takes corrupt men and makes them good for the sake of all seven kingdoms. But now...
Jon tries his best not to think of the Fist and the men they left behind. It had been nearly a year and a half since the wights rose from the snow and slaughtered half their expedition, a year since the mutiny against Mormont, but some of the men still carry their wounds. Only four ever made it back to the wall alive, staggering bloody back through the snow to the great gate. Four, out of a hundred. And now their numbers are cut in half, made up only by the few trickling recruits who arrive once in a full moon. If Mance Rayder and the wildlings were to attack, if the Lannisters were to attack... they'd all be killed before they picked up their swords. They had no business protecting anyone if they could scarcely protect themselves.
But then she speaks again, speaks of a child, and Jon's eyes fall to her belly hidden beneath her heavy cloak. He pulls in a silent deep breath, his heart heavy.
"Of course." He replies with a short nod, lifting his dark eyes up to her face.
"Jon-" Eddison begins, his surprise quick.
Jon holds out a hand towards him, silencing his doubts. "We can't promise to take a side," Jon says, choosing his words carefully even if it pains him to say them. "But The Night's Watch has always accepted guests, no matter from which house." Eddison clamps his mouth shut again. Jon looks back to Katherine, lowering his hand back down to his side. "We don't have a lot, but we can provide food, beds where they're available, and plenty of firewood," he continues. "Your men are welcome to camp in the courtyard if they so wish or just outside the gate. As for you, your Grace, you may take my quarters. It's not fitting for a Queen to sleep in the barracks."
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Post by Snowglobe18 on Aug 24, 2017 22:48:24 GMT -7
Katherine moves her eyes in the direction of the man that had spoken and she watched him for a moment before she looks back at Jon when he speaks again and she nods. At the moment she really didn't need them taking a side just giving them shelter til they were back out of here. She listened to what Jon was saying before looking back at the men that had come in with her.
"We'll stay outside the gate your Grace" he said and then looked over at the others that had come into the courtyard with Katherine before nudging his head towards the gate.
Katherine smiled at them and then looked back at Jon when he said that she could take his quarters. "Oh, no that's not necessary and please call me Katherine" she said giving him a smile but she knew that he was going to give her his quarters whether she liked it or not. This definitely was something she was going to have to get used to for a little bit. Katherine wasn't sure how long they were going to be there but she guessed that it probably wouldn't be long and then they would be out of here again, the last thing she wanted to do was cause any trouble but this really was the last place they could go.
She watched as her men left the courtyard and she took the reigns of her mare and handed them to one of the men "Please take care of her, she was a gift from Robb" she said softly and moved her eyes back to look at Jon... He definitely was grown up and not the younger boy that she had met before. There was also this urge to run her fingers through his black curly hair.
Katherine cleared her throat and put her hands back into her cloak.
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Post by Ray on Aug 24, 2017 23:08:34 GMT -7
"Katherine," Jon repeats, giving her a small faint smile.
As the Stark bannermen turn their horses back out of the gate and Katherine hands her mare to the stableboy, Jon steps to Eddison's side -- his mind still fighting with itself over how he plans on making this work. "Get to the cooks, ask them to prepare a hot meal for the men. We can't spare a lot, but they look starved and half frozen."
Eddison nods but glances in Katherine's direction. "Are you sure this is wise? With Allister and all."
"Gods no." Jon admits, shaking his head. "But I can't turn a pregnant woman away. Even under the circumstances." With another curt nod, Eddison turns on a heel to head towards the kitchens. Taking another deep breath, Jon returns to where Katherine stands, waiting, and nudges his head towards the stairs. "The Lord Commander's quarters are this way, your Grace - Katherine," he corrects himself, when his tongue slips, "You may think it's not necessary, but you will be far more comfortable there than in a cold room with twenty men." He climbs the stairs deftly, peeling the black leather gloves from his hands.
Even at twenty-three, his palms are rough and battle-worn. Some days it feels as if he has a callous for every time he's swung a sword. He twists the door knob upon reaching his quarters, and leaves the heavy door hanging open for her as he steps inside.
It's warmer here than out there, the always-burning fire providing at least a little heat to chase away the ice drafts coming from the wall. He hasn't changed the room much since it belonged to Mormont. Only his trunk sitting at the foot of the bed is new, the direwolf carved into the leather straps. He gathers a few scrolls, a few books, a few items he can carry, and clears room for anything of hers as quickly as he can. "If there's anything you need, I can have someone deliver it to you." He tells her, looking around once more before finally picking Longclaw up from its spot upon the writing table.
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Post by Snowglobe18 on Aug 25, 2017 10:10:56 GMT -7
Katherine looks around once more and the coldness of this place suddenly makes her wonder why men actually took the Black in the first place but a part of her was glad that they did because they manned the wall and kept the wildlings out.
She followed Jon up the stairs her gloved hands running up the railing as she moved up the stairs. If she was honest she was glad to be getting a bed that wasn't in a tent, Katherine loved being with Robb and she loved being his wife but this was a bed that didn't move from place to place. She looked back down in the courtyard and then turned into the room after Jon.
The warmth in this room hit someone who was definitely cold. She shut the door slightly and watched as Jon moved around the room as if to tidy up and she couldn't help but let a small smile pull at her lips. It was funny for someone like him to want to tidy up but at the same time she watched as he grabbed stuff that he was probably going to need before she moved in the direction of the fire. Katherine removed her gloves and let the heat from the fire warm them. "Robb definitely wasn't lying when he said about it being colder up here" she said around a soft laugh and then looked up at Jon.
He said if she needed anything then she could have it delivered and suddenly it felt like she was back in Kings Landing and she shook her head. "I have enough at the moment and if I do need anything I'm sure I can come and get it" she said with an even softer smile, the last thing Katherine wanted was to have people do things for her. She was still getting used to being called the Queen in the North.
No doubt that will get back to her sister in the Capital and no doubt Cersei will do everything she can to take her off the board but for now Katherine had taken herself and her men off of it. For now they needed to take stock of everything and then come back in fighting form.
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Post by Ray on Aug 25, 2017 11:33:04 GMT -7
Jon huffs out a small laugh at the mention of Robb, his gaze falling momentarily to the floor. "No, he wasn't lying," he replies, "But he's also never felt it himself." Robb was as much a summer child as the rest of them, born to a warmer Winterfell and never truly venturing any further north. It was Uncle Benjen who told them stories first, of the cold and vast drifts of snow and the ice that never quite leaves the lungs. Jon always thought that Benjen was just trying to scare them, scare him out of joining the Night's Watch. But it hadn't been until he felt it himself those first few months upon the wall that he realized just how honest he had been. And with winter coming, it's only worsened.
He told all of this to Robb in more lengthy words, writing bitter complaints in the middle of the night as his fingers froze around his quill. Robb would tease him, chastise him jokingly, make plans to visit and show him how a true Stark handles the cold, and then...nothing. When Jon left for beyond the wall, Robb was already knee-deep in the war with the Lannisters. And now...
The smile fades from his lips.
"I'm sorry," Jon says after another moment, ducking his head to hide his own sad eyes as he tugs his leather gloves back on, "For...everything that's happened. For Robb."
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Post by Snowglobe18 on Aug 25, 2017 12:16:19 GMT -7
Katherine couldn't help but smile at the fact that Robb had never felt the cold up here either so it was a nice change to know that there had been something that Robb hadn't done and now never would do. At that thought a pain hit her heart and she was sure that Jon would've heard it.
When she first received that note from The Twins she had thought that it had been Robb telling her that he would be with her soon, it had made her heart light but then when she opened it up and she saw the contents her whole world felt like it had just tilted and she had anger in her veins and it had been anger that she had never felt before, anger mixed with grief that she only felt after everything had sunk in. It had been the same time she had decided to come further North to seek the safety of the wall while they figured out their next moves.
Katherine had heard everything from her men, everything that they should do and she had agreed with them but she couldn't go into a war while she was pregnant and she promised them that they would have their revenge but they had to just wait a little bit longer for it.
She heard what he had said and she slowly turned and watched him, her brown eyes watching as he put his gloves on and his eyes down. She started to play with her own gloves. "I'm sorry too," she said. "for you losing your brother" Katherine said and then nodded. The night she got the note she had wept, wept for the lose of Robb and for the lose that her child would feel one day when he or she found out about what really happened to their father.
Then after a moment she said "I hate the Freys for what they did" she admitted and then cleared her throat. She turned back to the fire "They will pay in the end"
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Post by Ray on Aug 25, 2017 12:42:21 GMT -7
Jon glances upwards once more, and allows a small twitch of a smile to tug at a corner of his lips. But it's mirthless, sad. He, most of all, knows the cost of war, the violence and bloodshed and death that is inevitable. But until the very moment he'd received the letter from Maester Aemon, stamped with the Lannister seal and full of pride and self-congratulation, he had believed Robb to be invincible. Even as a child he'd believed it. Robb had always been so good at everything, better than Jon in a hundred different ways. A better rider, a better archer, a better sword fighter, a better son. And Jon had been jealous, of course he had. How could he not be when his half-brother was the sun. But rather than turning his feelings bitter or their relationship sour, it had made Jon work harder. He'd practiced with a sword until he was dirty and bruised and so exhausted that his arms shook like leaves in the winter winds when he tried to lift the blade. And Ned never noticed, never said a word.
But Robb did. Robb would smile and clap him on the shoulder and tell him that soon, Jon would be the best swordsman there ever was. Jon wanted to believe him, truly, but Robb already was the best with so little effort. Graceful and quick on his feet and smiling through the exertion like it thrilled him.
And now he's dead. The sun plucked from the sky and drowned in a sea of blood.
"I hope they do," he says, even though he knows he shouldn't. "I hope you kill them all."
He leaves the room without another word, his grip on Longclaw white-knuckled.
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Post by Snowglobe18 on Aug 25, 2017 13:02:58 GMT -7
Katherine listens to what he says and she couldn't agree more. They were going to die just like they had killed Robb. The had offered him a roof and broke bread with him but in the end they still killed him. Robb had left Katherine in another camp because he said it would be best to deal with what the Frey's were going to do to him alone and he didn't want there to be any conflict between his new wife and the father of the daughter he was supposed to marry, and Katherine had agreed. So while Robb headed in the direction of The Twins she broke off with her own men and they went in a different direction.
If not then she would've been at there with Robb. Catelyn had been there too and now she was going to be fighting a war to make sure they got what they deserved. Men had gone to war for a lot less plus the Gods frowned on this, to murder someone in your house when you had offered them shelter and food and Katherine was going to make sure they remembered that and make sure they paid for everything.
"I'm going too" she said after Jon had left. She moved away from the fire and over to the door before shutting it up and pulling the lock home. She looked around the room and pulled her cloak off, it was definitely warmer in here than outside right now and she hoped her men would be fine but they knew how to look after themselves. Katherine moved over to the desk and put her bag on there and opened it up, she put her cloak on the chair and then sighed softly. Never had Katherine imagined that she would find herself here but she was going to make sure that she best of it right now.
Plus she couldn't help but notice just how good Jon looked, it had been years since they last saw each other but they still saw the younger versions in their older faces now. The smiling young Princess that Katherine had been the day they had stopped at Winterfell and the young bastard boy who had been made to stay away from anything that had Royalty involved but that hadn't stopped Katherine from speaking to Jon, it hadn't stopped her from taking him some wine and them talking while the others partied away in the hall of Winterfell.
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