Chapter 96:

Chapter 96:

Author Note:

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The screams of pain that the last Frey was letting out filled the castle walls for hours, making for quite the BGM, I had no idea what the lady did to him while he was alive, but it sure sounded painful, very painful.

What I didn't take into account at all, was that once Walder died, the young Lady Erenford would decide to end her life, cutting her own throat. Updated from novelb(i)n.c(o)m

If I had to take a guess, I would say that the idea of being pregnant with that old bastard child was more than enough to drive her to a point of no return, at the very least she got the justice she so desperately wanted.

Ned Stark was still a bit uncomfortable to say something with my decision, but I frankly didn't care about his narrowed views of reality, sometimes justice is obscure and messy, not all justice is about honor or Superman shit, besides even if I had killed the old man myself, she would've still killed herself. At least this way she got to die with a smile on her face or at the very least a sense of satisfaction.

But taking all the killing of today aside for a second, I was kinda grateful with the Frey's after all they had left me with a beautiful castle very close to the south that would prove to be quite beneficial once the war with the Lannister starts.

In short I had access to the south, while the Lannister's, and Stannis didn't have access to the north, at least not direct access, what it would take me hours to move it would take them days.

"He is just a brat we will" Peter Baelish tried you defend his idiotic point once again, but a slap proved to me efficient in shutting him up.

"You know why I know how things will play out?" I asked Peter Baelish, who shook his head, afraid at this point for his life, "Because that's how I would've done it, if I were on his place things would play exactly as I told you, people seem to underestimate him because he comes from the north, others because he is young and some because he comes from a small house, but I don't underestimate him, I might have at the beginning but he proved I was wrong and Littlefinger unlike many I learn from my mistakes"

"I understand-" Peter Baelish once again tried to talk, but I had grown tired of his annoying company.

"Take him, and don't let him get out of the castle his fate is to be decided soon depending on the outcome of his stupid plan. so you might as well pray Peter Baelish..." I said as I walked out of my solar leaving a terrified littlefinger behind as he was being dragged across the castle to a room.

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[Robb Stark POV]

Father had left me in charge of the house for the moment being, I was set to march with the rest of the army in a month to help them win this war, but now that wasn't the most shocking thing

Jon the bastard brother I always thought was my brother was actually my cousin a Targaryen, that revelation didn't help mother at all, she thought this was a way of Ronard to humiliate her even more, making the bastard she hated a Lord, and important Lord.

At this point mother's ramblings were stupid, but I suppose I understood somewhat what she was feeling to an extent, the surprise was overwhelming but unlike her my mind wasn't totally dominated by her uncalled hate for Ronard.

"So Jon is our cousin." Sansa muttered, still in disbelief.

"Aye," I nodded lost in thought.

"Well that makes sense considering I don't see father with another woman," Sansa added, and she was right, we never really understood how father could do that, and now.things finally became clear.

"He's still my brother," Arya smiled.

"Aye, on that we can all agree," I chuckled

In the end, no matter who Jon was, Arya was right he was our brother, he might have dragon blood on his veins but he was a wolf all the way, and he was part of our pack, the lone Wolf dies but the Pack survives, and we were going to survive this war.