Game of Thrones: A Wolf Comes Home

First chapter of my new Game of Thrones story, a long overdue sequel to Tragedy and Reunions; hope you enjoy it.

Note the four POV characters from the first story will return, along with the following new ones:

Robb
Tyrion
Jon
Margaery
Davos

Now onto the story.

Disclaimer: Game of Thrones belongs to George R.R. Martin.

Robb

As the day dawned on the recently conquered castles known as the Twins, the man who conquered it, Robb Stark, King of the North, awoke. Once awake he carefully lifted himself out of bed and pulled a robe on, covering his nakedness. He walked over to the window and peered out. From the window of the bedroom he had occupied he could see that, even though the day had only just begun, there were people hard at work. Many of them were his soldiers, others were those who lived in the twins, as well as soldiers from the army of House Frey; the previous occupants of the castles. Following their treachery and attempts to assassinate him, Robb had escaped with his life and regrouped his forces before leading a counterattack; killing the Lord of the Twins, Walder Frey, as well as any directly involved in the Red Wedding incident where the betrayal occurred. However he wasn't without mercy and those in House Frey, along with any soldiers, who surrendered he spared their lives. This show of generosity had won back many of them to his side; the others were merely content to still have their lives and did not attempt further intrigue out of fear. The people Robb was watching now were busy attempting to repair the damage caused by the attack; he knew also that various other works would be occurring throughout the castle. Today was going to be very busy.

He let out a slow careful breath; savouring this reversal of fortune, knowing he couldn't take too many chances. He would have to be careful from now and strive towards ensuring he did not fall victim to treachery again.

"Robb." The soft voice from the bed caught his attention.

He turned and smiled at his wife, Jeyne Westerling, just waking up, holding the furs up to her chin to cover her body.

"Good morning." He greeted her warmly.

She smiled at him. "Yes, good morning. I…You're going to be very busy today, aren't you?"

He nodded. "Yes; we must act and plan quickly, we cannot allow our momentum to be blunted, if we do, we might end up marching to our deaths."

Jeyne nodded slowly; she understood the risks, especially in times of war, such as now.

"I understand; I hope all will go well."

"It will." He reassured her. "I will see to it. You shouldn't need to worry Jeyne; I mean, surely now…"

He trailed off and Jeyne blushed, remembering their intense love-making from last night. She still felt angry when she thought of her mother, now that she knew it had been her who had been sabotaging her and Robb's chances of conceiving a child.

Still blushing she looked away shyly. "Hopefully."

Robb smiled gently as he approached the bed. He leaned down and gently turned Jeyne's face back to him before kissing her. When they parted he nodded.

"Yes, hopefully." Then, still smiling he added. "We should get ready, as you said, a busy day."

Jeyne nodded in agreement and they quickly began getting dressed.

Soon they left their chambers and headed down to the great hall. There many of Robb's bannermen were gathered; along with his mother Catelyn. They were all in the midst of breaking their fast when they entered. They stopped and stood but Robb shook his head.

"It's fine, all of you as you were." He told them calmly.

He and Jeyne joined his mother at the head table.

"Good morning Robb, Jeyne." Catelyn greeted her son and good-daughter with great warmth.

Robb smiled as he and Jeyne returned his mother's greeting. Catelyn had been present during the Red Wedding and had also nearly been killed. There had been much difficulty for the family for some time but now, they had reason to be happy, even if things were still difficult. After fearing them lost forever, the surviving members of House Stark had found their way to each other and were back together again; indeed a short while later they were joined by the older of Robb's two sisters, Sansa and his youngest brother, Rickon. They all exchanged greetings and Robb then asked.

"Where are Arya and Bran?"

He saw his mother and Sansa share a look before Catelyn spoke.

"Arya will be joining us shortly." She said carefully, before adding. "Bran is still asleep."

Robb sighed, considering everything that happened with them getting to each other; he felt Bran probably had to suffer the most.

Following an accident Bran had been crippled, losing the use of his legs; this meant he had to be carried; normally by Hodor, the Stark's giant stable boy. However Bran had been separated from his companions except for one, Meera Reed; daughter of Lord Howland Reed, one of Robb's father's oldest friends. She had successfully brought Bran to the Twins, but at great cost. They had been captured by soldiers loyal to House Bolton, another family of traitors; the men had raped Meera for sport, while Bran was helpless to intervene. It was only thought chance they escaped and made it to the Twins, but it was clear the incident still weighed heavy on both of them. So, once Arya joined them they all agreed to let Bran sleep, he clearly needed it. Just then however one of his men called out to him; he looked up and saw he was supporting someone as they walked into the great hall. The man was emaciated and his clothing ragged, he had been a prisoner. Robb recognized him at once as his uncle, Edmure Tully, his mother's younger brother. Aside from the soldier aiding him, he was also supported by a young woman, who was beginning to show signs of pregnancy, Roslin Frey, Edmure's wife. Robb had confirmed she had no knowing part in the Red Wedding and so agreed to spare her, even after the birth, so long as she remained a faithful wife to her husband.

Robb and Catelyn hurried forwards; stopping just in front of Edmure.

"Your Grace." He croaked, his voice strained, his throat dry. "That many cells in here, took them all this time to find me."

Robb gently shook his head. "Rest easy, you're safe now. Someone get him some food and drink; he needs it."

So, with Catelyn taking over from the soldier, Edmure was helped to a bench and soon began tearing into the food and drink placed before him. Roslin remained with him but Catelyn turned and walked back over to Robb.

"He should be okay now; he already seems to be regaining his good spirits." She paused and then glanced past Robb. "Seems there's another prisoner been found."

Robb turned and froze, shocked by what he saw. It was his former squire and known loyalist; Olyvar Frey. He was being supported by two soldiers and Robb soon saw why; as punishment for his loyalty to Robb, he had been crippled in just the same way as Bran had, his legs had been broken.

"Olyvar." Robb gasped as he approached the young man.

Olyvar lifted his head sadly. "Your Grace, I'm sorry, if I could have I would have warned you, but my father…"

Robb shook his head. "It is fine Olyvar, I understand; it's over now. Do not fear."

"I don't, I just regret that I can no longer help you."

Olyvar was borne to a table to eat; Robb watched him sadly; reflecting that it had been for him that Olyvar was crippled.

Finally, after Bran awoke and joined them, along with Meera and her brother Jojen. Robb spoke to his bannermen.

"We face a crisis; we are not finished here, the war still continues…Yet, Winterfell and the north, remain in enemy hands. What good will it do us, to continue our advance south, if we have nowhere to go, in the event of being defeated. If we have no home base." He paused and then announced his plan. "So, we must retake the north, it will not be easy, but it must be done. Our main obstacle is Moat Cailin, luckily, we do not need to go through it."

There were murmurs at this; the bannermen surprised, going around Moat Cailin was almost as risky as directly assaulting it from the south, the marshes were deadly and almost impassable.

However Robb soon revealed what he had in mind. "Meera and Jojen Reed, have agreed to guide us to Greywater Watch, from there, Lord Howland Reed and his people, will guide us over the marshes, allowing us to attack Moat Cailin from the north; from there; we advance to reclaim Winterfell. Then we can plan our next moves, to oust the Ironborn and to ensure the traitorous Bolton's are brought to justice."

Many of the bannermen cheered, the plan was bold and for that reason they approved. There would be some truly difficult parts, but they would take them as they came. Soon preparations were underway for them to begin.

Final preparations were made; Robb placed Olyvar in charge of the Twins; a position Olyvar accepted gratefully as it allowed him to feel he was still of some use to Robb. Edmure would be returning, with Brynden, to Riverrun. The other Riverlords would also be returning to their homes. They were going to shore up their defences, especially along the borders of the territory Robb had claimed. They were also going to try and recruit more troops to replace those lost. This left Robb with the remaining Northerners; in all still a sizable force. He was getting ready to leave; having already said goodbye to Jeyne and his family, when he spotted Arya approaching him. He could tell from her expression and the fact Needle was hanging from her belt what she intended. He turned to face her.

"Arya I'm sorry, I know what you want, but the answer is no." He said firmly.

She glared at him. "But Robb…"

He shook his head. "I'm sorry, but I need you here."

"I can…" She tried to protest.

However he shook his head again and repeated his warning, watching sadly as Arya left, fuming. With a heavy sigh he rode out, joining the others and soon was on his way to Greywater Watch, with Meera and Jojen riding alongside him, ready to guide them when the time came.

End of chapter, hope you enjoyed it, read and review please.