So this was originally individual stories, but I decided to club them all together for ease.

We start with Stained Red, a short one shot detailing what would have happened if Torrhen had stayed with Robb rather than going to Harrenhal. If you're new to this series, please go and read Black Wolf Rises up to chapter twenty first (Series 1 and 2) and you'll be caught up on the character.

The bedding ceremony of Edmure Tully and Roslin Frey had been performed, and Torrhen was standing with his mother laughing about Edmure's sudden found happiness at his nuptials as in the corner of his eye, Torrhen saw Robb and Talisa kiss. He was happy for them, and although he wished Robb had kept to his oath the promise of a little niece or nephew had finally warmed him to Talisa. He smiled at the pair when he noticed Black Walder closing the doors to the Hall. The music stopped, and Catelyn was looking up at the musicians in suspicion.

"Drink another mother, enjoy yourself." Torrhen exclaimed, not hearing the music and grabbing her another goblet.

"The music…" Catelyn whispered, but said no more as she took the cup. Torrhen started listening though and heard the song. The Rains of Castamere. Concerned he looked up at the High Table as Lord Walder held his hand up and the music stopped.

"Your Grace." He said loudly from the head table. Robb turned around and walked forwards to him smiling, as Torrhen sat down next to his Queen, and Catelyn sat next to Roose Bolton. "I feel I've been remiss in my duties. I've given you meat and wine and music, but I haven't shown you the hospitality you deserve, my king has married and I owe my new queen a wedding gift."

Suddenly Catelyn stood up and slapped Roose Bolton roughly round the face. "Robb!" She cried. Roose Bolton ran off as Robb turned round to her, and Torrhen was too late to see Lame Lothar Frey come over and stab Talisa five times in the belly.

"NO!" Torrhen screamed, jumping up and tackling Lothar to the floor, feeling the knife that had his queens blood on entering his side. Ignoring the pain, Torrhen grabbed the Freys hand and twisted, snapping it with a booming crack. He then pulled the knife out of his own side and turned it on Lothar, jamming it in the crippled Frey's eye again and again, ignoring the amount of blood that was streaming out of his face and spitting up at Torrhen. He felt two more sharp stabs of pain after killing Lothar, as two crossbow bolts pierced his back. Falling to the floor, he attempted to crawl over to Talisa, who was lying on her back, struggling to comprehend what was happening as blood poured from her stomach. Torrhen grunted in agony as another bolt pierced him in the leg. He stopped moving, seeing the madness around him.

The Northerners were being slaughtered, Robb had been hit three times with crossbows as well and had fallen to the floor, Catelyn was nowhere to be scene and blood was flowing on the floors. The sounds of stabbing and screaming filled the room and Torrhen felt himself roughly hoisted up by Black Walder, who proceeded to stab him no less than seven times in quick succession. Torrhen felt his sight leave him, and as the knife pierced his heart, his last thoughts were overpowered by the sound of his mother screaming.

The murder died down, and Robb crawled over to Talisa, trying to stand but failing. Picking her up in his arms he cradled her head, his heart breaking at the sight of her vacant expression. He looked over at Torrhen's body, and a tear left his eye at the sight of his brother's dead body.

"The King in the North arises." Lord Walder mocked. Catelyn noticed his young Frey wife under the table, and grabbed a knife before leading her by her hair out so Walder Frey could see.

"Lord Walder! Lord Walder, enough!" She shouted, holding the knife to Lady Frey's throat. "Let it end! Please." She looked over to her two boys, one dead, one cradling his dead wife and unborn baby. "You've already killed one of my sons. Spare Robb, spare my first son. Let him go and I swear that we will forget this, I swear it by the old gods and new. We will take no vengeance."

"You already swore me one oath right here in my castle." Walder Frey snapped. "You swore by all the gods your son would marry my daughter!"

"Take me for a hostage, but let Robb go." She screamed. "Robb, get up. Get up and walk out. Please! Please!"

"And why would I let him do that?" Lord Walder asked.

"On my honour as a Tully, on my honour as a Stark, let him go or I will cut your wife's throat!" She screamed.

Lord Walder looked at her intently, as Robb stood up painfully and told her dryly. "I'll find another."

She knew that they would die at that moment, and Robb's weary voice made that even more clear when he called. "Mother."

Roose Bolton walked back at that moment and grabbed Robb by the shoulder. "The Lannisters send their regards." He said venomously, as he punched his blade into Robb's heart. The King in the North fell to his knees, and dropped to the floor, dead.

Catelyn let out a chilling cry at the sight of her dead son, and slit the wife of Walder Frey's throat, throwing her to the floor she stood, dead inside staring at the sight of her two boys, her firstborn and her second son, dead on the ground with blood pouring out of them. She didn't even care when Black Walder came up behind her and slit her own throat.

Sansa's heart had broken. Her mother, and her two oldest brothers slaughtered at the hands of her husband's family. Tyrion was currently trying to make her feel better, but nothing could stop her hating him and his entire family. She could almost laugh at him saying he could help her, or she would have if she wasn't so distraught.

"I lie awake all night staring at the canopy thinking about how they died." Sansa told him, tears stinging her eyes.

"I could get you essence of nightshade to help you sleep." Tyrion offered.

"Do you know what they did to my brother? How they sewed his direwolf's head onto his body?" She asked him. "My twin, Torrhen, they burned his body so his skin blackened and then took him off, parading him around as a true 'Black Wolf." She spat. "And my mother, they say they cut her throat to the bone and threw her body in the river."

"What happened to your family was a terrible crime." Tyrion told her. "I didn't know your brother, he seemed like a good man, but I didn't know him. Your twin was fierce from what I understand, my Father respected him but I didn't really know him either. Your mother, on the other hand, I admired her. She wanted to have me executed, but I admired her. She was a strong woman. And she was fierce when it came to protecting her children." He tried to comfort her. "Sansa. Your mother would want you to carry on, you know it's true."

"Will you pardon me, my lord? I'd like to visit the godswood." Sansa choked, standing.

"Of course. Of course." Tyrion said. "Prayer can be helpful, I hear."

"I don't pray anymore." Sansa told him. "It's the only place I can go where people don't talk to me."