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Ned
The last thing Ned remembered was the steel against the back of his neck and Sansa’s scream. Then everything went black.
Opening his eyes the gods wood stood tall before him; Ned felt the cold but his mind was still in his last moments. Was this death? Being in the one place that always brought him peace. He took in the red leaves and frowning face of the tree and before he could even start to worry about those he left behind; Sansa and Arya in King's Landing, Robb, Cat, Bran and Rickon in Winterfell and even his nephew Jon at the wall.
A twig snapped.
Ned’s head snapped to the left and there laid Robb who like himself began stirring, and another sound rang from his right, there the rest of his family. The ones that where left in winterfell at least.
His heart leapt to his throat; Where they died too? What had happened?
“Father?” Robb’s scratchy voice rang in his ears and Ned quickly met his sons gaze.
“Robb! Mother! Father! Rickon!” Brans voice shouted a noticeable excitement but for some reason his face, once Ned turned to his other son, was almost blank.
“It worked” he sighed sounding much older than a boy of ten sould.
“Ned?” Cat’s voice was like a bandage over a throbbing wound. How long had it been since he heard her voice?
Feeling his limbs Ned climbed to his feet and embraced Cat quickly noticing Robb making his way over. Soon all of them where embracing.
“What happened? Father you were killed by Joffrey! We where at the Twin
s when the Frey’s turned on us.” Robb was sobbing by the time he got to the end. Tears that sent pain straight to Ned’s heart as the anguish in his son’s voice make guilt surge through him. If only he’d never left, his friendship with Robert be damned.
“The Frey’s paid for it, Robb. Winter came for House Frey.” Bran spike from where he was clinging to his mother Rickon tucked tightly to his right side.
Ned fixed his gaze to his second youngest son. “Bran you seem to know what’s going on.”
He nodded
“what’s happening? I died, from what I gather so did your mother and Robb. I hope I’m mistaken to what that means for you and your brother.”
Bran looked down seeming to collect his thoughts and again looking years older than his ten years.
Before he could speak however there was a twig snapping at the Entrance of the Gods wood. Everyone’s attention was instantly focused on the sound. A tall knight stood there from this distance Ned could make out blonde hair and what sent shock through him was the three headed dragon of house Targarian.
“My Lady?!?” The knight questioned in a feminine voice.
As the knight stepped closer he saw the knight was indeed female and very tall even by his standards.
“Brienne?” Catelyn questioned with a hint of joy. “The girls! Are they safe? Did you find them!?!”
Cat rushed forward and Ned found himself following his hand feeling empty without a weapon but his guard up. He’d never met this woman but his wife seemed to trust her.
“My lady.” Brienne smiled and seemed to shake herself before continuing “the girls are safe though only Queen Sansa welcomed my help.”
Queen?!?!??!?!!?!
Anger filled Ned at the thought of his daughter marrying the Lannister bastard. She must of been forced but could it be undone? Aye his sword would end this like it should have in the beginning.
Gone was the quiet wolf and instead all he felt was his fangs baring themselves. He would end all those who had hurt his family.
“Queen?” He registered Caitlyn's gasp “My baby! Where is she? It looks like Winterfell but that can’t be right! What did that pretender do to my girl? You have to take me to her!”
Brienne seemed to smile “Yes, Queen of the North my Lady. I’ll take you to her but please follow me silently.” She turned to us “I haven’t had the pleasure to meet you all, except you Lord Bran.” She inclined her head to my ten year old in familiarity. He nodded back. “But I am Ser Brenne of Tarth sworn shield to Queen Sansa. Now as to not cause a scene I’ll take you directly to her solar.”
With that we where lead through Winterfell and Ned found himself in front of what use to be his solar.