Alright, this shall be the last chapter for Captured. It's been a great run and I would like to thank everyone who ever, ever, ever reviewed, or even thought about reviewing. Most of you were very nice and supportive and seemed to enjoy the story. A few editorial changes. Totally fixing the summary since it sounds like crap now, and it is totally not about Edwyn Frey anymore. Secondly, the next book title will be announced at the end of the chapter, along with special reviewers. Before I go all sappy, let's get this thing done.

Disclaimer: I don't own GOT or song of ice and fire

SANSA POV

"Alright, slowly now, don't get ahead of yourself."

Robb nodded, but still struggled to sit up. Jeyne stood on one side, and Lady Jyanna on the other. They were both supporting him, but also holding him back from going too fast then was healthy for him.

He gritted his teeth when they released their hold on his shoulders and arms, but he stayed upright. He smiled at her and Arya, who were also there and said "Now I don't have to look up at you two all the time."

Arya rolled her eyes, but ruffled Nymeria's fur. She was secretly glad to see Robb getting better. He had been alternating between sleeping and lying awake talking with his banner men. Sansa didn't know what they talked about in low voices until Jyanna came in to tell them to stop. She knew they were planning for the war, after Robb was better. What they would do next, what they should do first, where they were going to get men to fight.

Sansa spent most days inside, sewing with a few ladies and learning to open up again. Arya helped, teasing her and mocking her until she wanted to poke her with the needle. It was nowhere near as mean as Arya had been back at Winterfell, and the malice and dislike in her needling had gone. She finally felt like she actually had a sister, not some tom boy she didn't know and despaired over.

She was actually quite fond of Jeyne. She was sweet and gentle and Robb absolutely adored her. She smiled and Arya teased her brother that he had gotten soft. He ruffled her hair and teased her back, saying that she was more frog then wolf living in the swamp all the time.

It was the first sense of normalcy that Sansa had since she had left Winterfell.

Jeyne sat next to Robb said "How does it feel to be upright again?"

Robb looked around and said "Dizzy."

Arya snorted and said "I think he's a little loopy from poppy milk."

Sansa shook her head at her sister. Robb wasn't one for 'resting' so Lady Jyanna and Jeyne had resorted to giving him poppy milk to get him to sleep. It was quite funny to watch really.

Robb looked at her and she could see how much effort it actually was to remain sitting up. He leaned back against the wall and said "I don't think I'll be walking soon."

Jyanna nodded and said "You are going to be resting a long time until you even get out of bed again."

Robb nodded and didn't argue. Lady Jyanna tugged on the knot of his bandages around his chest and torso.

"We should change these again. My ladies Stark, Your Grace, if you wouldn't mind leaving."

Jeyne looked down and played with her fingers, a sign Sansa had picked up on that she was nervous to say something.

"If you would not mind, Lady Jyanna, if I could stay and help?" she asked.

Lady Jyanna thought for a moment and nodded.

Sansa stood and was ushered out the door, followed by Arya and Nymeria.

As soon as the door snapped shut behind them, one of Arya's little friends, a boy who asked them to call him Mole.

"Come on, the men are back." Mole said excitedly "they brought a prisoner!"

Arya glanced at Sansa and Nymeria growled low in her throat.

They raced together, Sansa running as fast as she could in her dress and barely managing to keep up with Arya and Mole.

The crannogmen did bring back a prisoner, a man Sansa didn't recognize, but the Lannister red and gold on his muddy tunic said everything.

"He isn't actually a Lannister, just one of their captains. He was looking for us here with Freys. The rest of his party was killed, and he was brought back." Mole whispered to them.

The man was placed in bronze chains and herded along by the tree pointed frog spears that the crannogmen used. Sansa stepped back in shadow, and tugged Arya along with her. His sword was taken away and Howland Reed walked up to greet them. There was mud on his face and in his beard, and his cloak was muddy as well.

"Ladies Stark." He greeted them. Sansa did not know quite what to think of Lord Reed. She knew he was an old friend of her father, but that was it. There was little else known about him, and it made Sansa nervous. She curtsied and said "Lord Howland."

Arya, never one to be shy, asked "how'd you catch him? Who is he?"

Howland looked to where they had taken the Lannister captain.

"We believe he is Kevan Lannister, though we don't know this for a certainty. We caught him near the mouth of the Neck, by the Twins." He nodded and asked "Is His Grace awake?"

Sansa nodded and Lord Howland nodded his head.

"If you will excuse me. I would speak with him before the day is done."

He walked off and Mole's eyes were round and wide.

"Kevan Lannister…Tywin Lannister's own brother. How lucky was that?" he asked in wonder. Arya nodded, but Sansa wasn't sure. Lannister prisoners meant that they were bringing attention to Greywater, and if Tywin comes looking, not even the crannogmen could hide from the Lannister army that would march out for him.

Nymeria seemed to be more interested in watching the men bring in nets of fish and frogs, the main food in the Neck. Arya and Mole had left to go help the men and left Sansa standing alone.

She returned to her rooms, and took up her sewing. The white wool cloth was the brightest thing she had seen since she had come to the dark swampy Neck. Her needle was still where she left it this morning and she threaded it with grey thread. She could envision the direwolf in her mind, silver teeth stark against the white cloth. She used to think that the Stark colors were drab, dull compared to the bright reds and blues of the Tully banner and the red and gold or the Lannisters. Now she wouldn't trade her colors for any other in the world.

She started her embroidery, her thoughts leaving her and drifting into the clouds overhead. She jumped at a knock on the door, and turned and called "Come in."

JEYNE POV

Lady Jyanna looked up at her once as the last knot was untied and she gently pulled the bandaged away. Jeyne was prepared for the sight, she had seen if before much worse, but still the image of the wounds made her wince.

The wounds looked much better than last time, but still painful and red. Lady Jyanna had stitched them expertly and they were closing and well cared for. His left side was dark with bruises, and she could see the outline of each of his ribs, and the break in the left one, where the bruises were darkest.

She gently touched the bruise, and Robb shuddered under her touch. She pulled back and took the roll of white cloth from Lady Jyanna.

"Sit up Robb." She told him, and he sat up dutifully, and she wound the white cloth over his chest, hiding the semi healed wounds from sight. She reached his back and felt her muscles freeze.

Lash marks scored across his back, red and puckered and scabbed over already, and one had broken and was oozing a clear pus. She couldn't move, she couldn't think, just stared at them, the horrible marks on him. Who…

"Jeyne…" Robb said softly, and she jumped slightly at his voice. His eyes locked with her and spoke the unsaid message; later.

She continued her task, gentle and methodic and careful as she could. Lady Jyanna watched her, sharp eyes watching them, but they were warm.

"Tie it at the shoulder, easier movement." Lady Jyanna said. She tied the knot tightly as she said and Lady Jyanna nodded.

"Where did you learn this?" she asked quietly as she helped her lower Robb carefully back down.

"The maester at our keep. I helped him out before when I was younger, since my younger siblings were too young and my brother was busy learning to be a knight." She said softly "I got curious and the maester taught me what he knew. He died a few years ago, he was rather old. And since I knew enough healing, my mother never got another maester."

Lady Jyanna nodded and said "It's not uncommon in smaller keeps. We have no maester, it is always I who heals the men and women of Greywater."

She smiled and said "You are a fine healer, with a gentle touch."

Jeyne blushed. Her mother never praised her, and her father was kind, but he was distant, always busy. Only Robb every really complimented her, and she was unused to praise from women she did not know.

"Thank you my lady. You are far better at healing then I am though." She said, bowing her head.

"That's because I am far older then you and have been doing this for a long time." Jyanna said. She stood and said "I shall leave you two to rest. I trust our patient will be well tended to."

Jeyne nodded and Lady Jyanna left. Grey Wind, a silent always present bystander stood and padded over to Robb's side. His eyes had half closed as they had talked, but Grey Wind's wet nose on his hand made him open his eyes and smile.

"I haven't paid much attention to you, have I?" he asked the direwolf, who just cocked his head to the side and watched him.

He ruffled Grey Wind's fur and turned to her. He looked far happier than she had seen him, even before the Red Wedding. His sisters were back and safe with him, and he was on the mend to getting better.

She smiled and he asked "What?"

She shook her head and said "You're smiling. You haven't smiled in a while."

Robb shrugged and said "I must have been a grim husband."

Maybe Arya was right, he was a little out of it from poppy milk.

She brushed his hair back, she loved the feeling of it running through her fingers and said "You weren't grim, you had a lot on your mind. But it still is nice to see you smiling."

He shook his head and touched the direwolf around her neck. "I guess he did protect you."

She nodded and kissed his hand. She suddenly could imagine her future. If the barren North made men like Robb and women like his mother, the strongest, most noble, honorable and amazing people she knew, she wondered what it would do to her, to the children she hoped to have, free from her mother and the moon tea she gave her, that stung worse than lies.

His fingers rubbed the imprint of the frown on her brow and he said "Your thinking. What is it?"

She smiled and said "Nothing. Just worrying about my mother." The lie slide easily.

His face was blank. She brought up her mother when he had seen his mother die before his eyes.

He sighed and said "She'll be in Riverrun still, won't she. I promise you Jeyne, I'll fight to give you back your mother."

She would prefer her mother to remain with the Lannisters, and she would never let her and her poisonous treasons near her Robb, her dear Young Wolf, never her mother who hid her lies behind helpful advice and the love of a mother.

She knew Robb was trying to make her feel better and she said "Worry not for my mother. She is from the Westerlands, she is in no danger."

Robb frowned slightly and asked "Couldn't she be used? To make you cooperate for her safety?"

If they had her brother or sister and threatened to kill her, she would not let her siblings die. But if it was her mother in danger, she was unsure what she would do. She had killed her child, the sweet little boy she always imagined in her mind. But she was her mother.

She held his hand and said "If they do, we will worry about that then. I worry for my family, but I know that my father will do everything to protect them."

He nodded and his eyes were half closed, and he looked so peaceful.

No, she would never let her mother near her or Robb again.

DORNE…

The raven had arrived at dawn, with a letter and red wax and a sigil pressed in it that she had never seen before. Arianne Martell delivered it to her father personally, not trusting the white parchment with the red wax seal to any but herself. Her father broke the seal and read through the letter. His face split into a grin, a smile that seemed to be twisted and slightly bent out of shape.

"What is it father?" she asked, almost wary of the answer.

Her father smiled at her and said "Dorne's revenge has come my daughter. It is sailing from the east, and oh the realm shall burn."

THE VALE…

The crackling fire was warming, especially in the cold chills that blew from beyond the Wall in the far north. His servant brought the letter, sealed in red white and made of white parchment. He broke the seal and his eyes skimmed over the letter. He frowned. He was a master of the game of thrones, he played other people. People did not play him.

The signature at the bottom, the house sigil pressed into the blood red wax meant nothing. Anyone could fake a sigil, anyone could fake a name.

But the signature was familiar, in the sloping letters. Like a prince used to write, the one time he had seen a paper signed by him, buried in the library and the Red Keep. Robert never knew it was there or he would have burnt it like Mad Aerys burnt people.

He tossed the letter in the fire. This was a lie, a farce, a mummer's farce, yes.

Let them come. They couldn't be real.

KING'S LANDING…

"Impossible."

Cersei looked up at her father, who was holding a letter sealed with red wax and the house sigil pressed in it made her heart stutter.

"What?" she demanded.

Tywin crumpled the letter, and she caught the seal in red wax again.

Her father had never looked more shaken "It is impossible because I had him killed."

THE WALL…

Davos handed the letter that had just arrived to Stannis, who broke the seal without even looking at it.

His eyes skimmed the letter, and Davos waited for him. As soon as it was done, Stannis threw it in the fire and said "Impossible. They were killed years ago."

Davos was confused. "Who, Your Grace?"

Stannis shook his head and didn't answer. "It is a mummer's farce, a lie sent from the Lannisters in King's Landing. Nothing."

ACROSS THE NARROW SEA…

The ravens in the sky were like a black cloud. A storm cloud heading straight for Westeros.

His new bride stood at his side, still little more than a stranger. But she was the most beautiful woman in the world, and he had never felt luckier.

"They will not believe your words." She told him. Her hand was on his, cool smooth hands that were a comfort. He tried to appear calm, but inside he was nervous and shaking. But he would not let her see that.

"They will believe it when we arrive, in ships with an army. They will believe it when they see our banner fluttering over their keeps, and they will believe it when they see your children."

She smiled at the phrase of her children. They were still growing, but they would be the key to taking what was theirs, taking their birthright from those who had abused it and stolen it years before.

"Let them not believe it. We will take them by surprise, and they will not be prepared for it. We will take back our kingdom in fire and blood." He said. He never voiced his thoughts, but he knew that they would be a force, a force none had seen coming. A princess in exile and a prince who was dead as a babe. They would have their vengeance, in Dragonfire and ruby blood and they would sit the Iron Throne.

Fire and Blood…

Tried for the most cliffhangers in one chapter that I could. Oh, I am so super stoked for the next book. First off, thanks to a few notable reviewers.

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