Game of Thrones || The Sword of the Morning

The Quiet Wolf put to Rest

~~Robb Stark~~

Lady Catelyn Stark looks out across a snowy field, seeing the setting sun behind the treeline. The sound echoing from the woods horrifies her. What if her son never makes it out?

"We should go, my Lady."

Rodrik Cassel tries urging her but she refuses to look away from the treeline.

"No!"

"My Lady.."

Suddenly, well over a dozen rider come through the treeline on horseback. For a moment, she feels fear, the next moment, she's in tears of joy.

Robb Stark rides in the front, muddied a bit but overall looks fine. They've won. He ride up to his mother with a smile and dismounts, rushing into her arms.

"Oh, my sweet boy."

She hugs tightly before letting go. One of his bannermen grabs someone off the back of a horse and throws him into the mud.

The Kingslayer wakes up, seeing himself bound and surrounded. The lion is taken down by the wolves.

"By the time they knew what was happening, it ha already happened."

Jaime looks around, not seeing the person he's after.

"Where's Lady Dayne? Did I kill her?"

He asks

"Fuck you."

Robb growls angrily and Jaime shrugs, turning his attention back to Lady Catelyn.

"Lady Stark. I'd offer you my sword, but I seem to have lost it."

"It is not your sword I want. Give me my daughters back. Give me my husband."

She demands and Jaime sighs, shaking his head.

"I've lost them too, I'm afraid."

"Kill him, Robb. Send his head to his father."

Theon says angrily.

"He cut down over a dozen of our men and almost killed Evelyn. You saw him."

Despite his anger for the Kingslayer, Robb shakes his head.

"He's more use to us alive than dead."

"Take him away and put him in irons."

Greatjon Umber picks up the Kingslayer and holds him at sword point.

"We could end this war right now boy, save thousands of lives."

Jaime starts. Despite being defeated by Evelyn and being quite injured, he still has a thirst for a fight.

"You fight for the Starks, I fight for the Lannisters. Swords or lances, teeth, nails - choose your weapons and let's end this here and now."

Jaime looks at his face, hoping he bites the bait. The Kingslayer knows his chance of beating him one on one is good. Pretty much his only chance. And that chance crumbles when Robb Stark smiles a small smile, shaking his head.