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Robb Stark looked on helplessly as Black Walder stabbed Talisa and little Ned who he would never teach to ride a horse. Talisa who he had picked just because of her blunt nature. It was refreshing when everyone dared not question him.
"The King in the North arises." Walder Frey boomed, he saw one of the Freys slit his mother's throat. No but I died first, I died first. At least this time she did not have to watch her son die.
"The Lannisters send their regards." Then everything went black. We woke up again as he did after Ox Cross, but he was only an observer as he had been many times what Robb would not give for a chance to correct his mistakes. Damn honour, it got father killed now it got me and my family and men killed. When would Robb ever learn.
"Soon," the whispering voices said as they always did. "Soon four shall go back to the start of the song of ice and fire" Robb did not understand, he never did. When was soon how much time had passed?
As the Sons of the Harpy closed in on them Daenerys took her handmaiden's hand in her and closed her eyes. A shriek could be heard in the distance.
"Drogon!" Dany called as she took a step closer to her son he roared at her and gobbled her up, ripped her to shreds. Drogon she thought before darkness overtook her.
"Stop! Make it stop, I'm sorry, I'm sorry." Dany heard she had woken up to discover that she was whole it all felt like a dream, Daenerys might of dismissed it as such if it had not been for the dreams. It started with Missandei helping her with her outfit for the games, then when she calls the guards to get that traitor out of her site. It always ends with drogon and she can still feel the pain. Getting ripped to shreds doesn't hurt as much as who did it her little baby. Dany walks over and sees a man rocking in the corner yelling at the wind.
"I'm sorry! Mother! Talisa, forgive me!" Where in hell is she?
When Rickon starts running, he never looks back. Rickon sees a lone horseman riding full speed to him, it takes him a moment to realize it Jon. Rickon runs faster and faster after they killed Shaggy then Osha he had no one now Jon comes galloping to him. They will win this fight, then they will flay this bastard. Jon's hand is out reaching out for him they can go home they can... a sharp pain and Rickon Stark falls to the floor.
Rickon had grown. The arrow had hit his mark, and Jon stared down in shocked silence at his little brother. That was when the bastard shot him, the arrow hit the exact spot of Ollie's knife. Jon fell of his horse and clung to his little brother's corpse. Did the gods bring him back just to witness Rickon die? To know that He had failed Sansa? Jon Snow should of listened to Sansa. Robb had died because he had not listened to his mother, and Jon their sister. Stark women were smart.
They both woke up to a scream. Two infact.
"Drogon!"
"Father, forgive me! I am so sorry. Mother, Talisa..." The second sounded familiar but it was so choked with sadness and regret that Jon wanted to hug him.
Sansa sat on the throne looking down at Littlefinger. He was on his knees and he pleaded with her to spare him. Sansa could still feel him choking her last night, still feel the mattress under her.
"I helped you, I brought the Vale to you. I helped you feed Ramsey to his own hounds. And still you don't want me to touch you."
"Get off me lord Baelish." Sansa said she would not cry, nothing scared her after Ramsey.
"I did all this for you, I betrayed Stark," Baelish started kissing her tits as he rambled, having already torn off her dress. Lord Royce came at the door hands on his sword but she bid him wait with her eyes the traitor was digging his own grave.
"I helped Lyssa poison that shit old man, helped Lord Tywin with the wedding, I pushed that little boy out the moon door like his mother all for you." Sansa had half a mind to kill him but she endured Petyr touching her womanhood not realising that he was digging his own grave. To get rid of the best one had to play the game better. Sansa finally snapped with his last confession
"I killed that stupid Payne squire because I could not stand the way you looked at him. Like how Cat looked at Ned!" Sansa had wondered what happened to Pod, he had been avoiding her. It hurt hut more than when she saw Joffrey for what he was.
"Lord Royce, bring me his head"
"With pleasure my queen." Petyr is dragged of screaming his love for her but she is done listening. Sansa leans back relaxing and forgets about the swords one get her in the back. Briene looks at her now with resentment and hate, Sansa recalled their conversation
"You're just like the mad queen." Brienne says, and Sansa has to agree. But the woman from Tarth does her duty. When Arya is spotted at the ruins of Baelor, Brienne leaves, and Sansa doesn't stop her. She is no longer a wolf but a lion like the woman in her dungeons. Sansa's only companion when Jon comes into the Black cells, eyes blue instead of dark grey, and stabs her through her heart. Sansa dies with Cersei's taunts in her head.
"You're dead you bitch!" Sansa smirks, at least she is not in a dirty cell. And she is prety sure Cersei is next.
When the Night King marked Bran, he also showed Bran a little of his memories. Now during the final battle Bran worgs the night king. Bran sees a little Rickon running with young him and Arya, Bran having archery practise Arya besting him, the deserter, the wolves his fall, his losses, his hate towards humanity. The children, the shard of dragon glass, The Night King Bran gasps and start crying. It's all his fault. Bran should never have been born, but perhaps he can give his siblings time, for they deserve that after all he put them through. They would need dragons, but their mother was a spoiled and half mad queen who did as she liked.
No one could convince her, that her father had been mad. Daenerys Targaryen needed to see thing for himself. Jaime Lannister would also be helpful as he was the prince that was promised not Jon, who Bran had overlooked that tiny detail. Jaime would need both his hands, if they were to live, and Bran decide that he would send Jaime back as well, to let him redeem himself and to prevent that cunt of a king from being born. Bran knew the gods only wanted four (Robb, Jon, Dany and Sansa)
but Bran had went through much and they owed him.