AN: All rights are reserved to their rightful owners. This is my first Game of Thrones story, I'm basing it slightly more of the TV Series as I have watched them and have not finished reading the books yet. I appreciate all reviews, and constructive criticism is welcome but if you are going to be horrible I would rather you do not. I hope you enjoy it and I am going to try hard to update regularly. Chapter Title is Broken Arrow - The Script . Thank you for all the reviews and follows :D. I am going back at uni, but do not fear I am still updating, it may just take longer. xx

Chapter 9 - He Said Well Maybe We'll Look Back and It Will Make us Laugh.

When a loved one dies, the grief is overwhelming, the thought of them at anything but at there best is a hard thought to stomach. Aliana remembered the day her mother died. She was seven, an little girl with a mass of curls and a temperament to match her wild tresses. Everything changed that day first she was numb and then the pain was devastating, she became quiet and stayed mostly to herself only talking to her half-sister Rosiln. Her mother had been taken to the Sept dressed in her best azure blue dress, the colours of the Frey house. Her pale skin, paler in death and her curls fell around her face and over her shoulders, brushed to be softer that cloth-of-gold. When a man dies in the battlefield you can't but think of him at his worst, a faceless pawn in the game of thrones. The stench of decay and death clung to the fallen bodies, and rolled into the air like the mist surrounding them. The cries of agony from the fallen had landed on deaf ears. Aliana didn't feel anything as she dragged her feet up a rather muddy hill; her emotions had been almost shut off. The wounded on the Lannister field did not differ from the others the Lady from The Crossings had seen before. There were men lying on the floor, men walking around, pillaging from the dead, men everywhere, her betrothed's army and his captives all blurred into one. Her grey woolen dress was thick and kept her warm as she set off to help the Septa's with their work. Her Septa had taught her the trades of their medicine, if the Sept was her calling. Aliana swallowed the bile that had risen to her throat as she trudged though the bodies. The stench of death surrounded her, in an almost suffocating way. Her hair was pulled back tightly at the nape of her neck to keep it from her face. She paused as one of the healing women grabbed her skirts. A young boy was crying in pain, and anger as she held him still. Aliana stooped and pulled off the boot. She said a faint prayer and kneeled in the mud. She tried to sooth the Lannister boy and she heard her betrothed come up the hill in her direction. She let her attention wander to the auburn haired man.

"We have no where to keep all these prisoners, we barely have enough food to feed our own" Lord Bolton told Robb.

"We're not executing prisoners Lord Bolton"

"Of course Your Grace, the officers may be useful, some may be privy to Tywin Lannister's plans"

"I doubt it" Robb said, Aliana smiled to herself. Robb's relationship with Bolton was shaky at best and the man irked her to know end. It amused her to see Robb put him in his place.

"Well we'll learn soon enough. In my family we say a naked man has few secrets a flayed man none"

"My father outlawed flaying in the north"

"We're not in the north"

"We're not torturing them"

"The high road is very privy you'll have a hard time marching your army down it"

"The Lannister's hold prisoners of there own. I wont give them an excuse to abuse my sisters" was Robb' s final word before the cries of the boy in front of her drew her attention back to the task at hand.

"No NO NO Please" cried the boy as Aliana began to cut the trousers. The pleas of the Lannister boy caught Robb's attention and bringing Aliana's presence to his notice. Robb's eyes shone in shock, the emotion not registering in his face as he turned towards them.

"The rots set in," she agreed with the silent woman grabbing the lace of the mans boot to tie off the leg of the man fought with her.

"No Don't" he begged to her.

"Shhh" Aliana tried to soothe the scared and restless boy on the ground.

"Please don't, it'll get better it doesn't even hurt"

"The rot will spread. If we don't take the foot now"

"NO PLEASE, you cant"

Aliana looked up at Robb as he approached, his mailed thighs and the brown muddy leather of his boots came into her eye line. She rubbed her hands on her white apron already stained with blood and dirt.

Robb grabbed the boy forcing him to the ground, holding his shoulders. Aliana looked up at him and smiled faintly. Robb's strong hands holding the boy down.

"Please sir, I cant"

"You'll die if she doesn't"

"I don't want to be a cripple"

"Surely one of our men needs your attention more than this cub, My Lady Frey"

"It doesn't work like that Lord Bolton" she quipped turning back to the boy, grabbing a saw from the Septa's bag.

"Put this in your mouth and lie down you don't want to watch. Bite on it." Robb said ignoring Bolton's comment, shoving a rag into the boys mouth "It's better than biting your own tongue, believe me"

Aliana began sawing her face an unemotional mask. Robb watched on in mild disgust and pride. Her hair fell out of its binding slightly and blood splattered on her face.

When she was done, she threw the saw back in bag. She stood, the bottom of her dress completely covered in dirt, the top in blood. She nodded and two of the Stark men hauled the boy into a cart and sent it on its way. Her hands were filthy with dirt and blood, so she went to wash them from a water urn.

"Where did you learn that?" Robb asked following after her.

"My Septa"

"Why?" he enquired, desperate to know more about the ever evolving mystery that was his wife to be.

"That boy lost his foot on your orders," she said, ignoring his previous question, not feeling like being kind and genteel today. Seeing that many dead and sawing off a man's foot will do that to you.

"They killed my father" was Robb's answer.

"That boy did?"

"The family he fights for"

"That's a poor excuse Robb even for you, he's a fisherman's son who probably never held a spear before they shoved one in his hands a few months ago."

"You will not demand answers from me. You should not even be here"

The cold light of the truth did little to comfort Aliana as she expected Robb's answer would. She did not care for the look Robb was bestowing on her so she grabbed her bag to leave. The look of anger, disdain and pity on his face. She was not one of his men to boss around at will and it made her angry that he thought he could. She snorted in and unladylike fashion and turned on her heel and stalking off.

"I have no hatred for the lad" he called out to her.

"Well that should help his foot grow back Love" she said sharply.

"Don't bring this on me Aliana. You know why we are here,"

"I know, Robb. For the gods I know why I am here and you are here! I felt like I was in a cage at the crossing, you were my saviour. But now I am in another one slightly more bloody and twice as horrifying."

"You would have my surrender, end all this blood shed I understand. The country would be at peace and all would be just under the righteous hand of good King Joffery"

"You understand nothing, Robb Stark. But what are you going to do? Are you going to kill Joffery?"

"If the gods give me strength"

"And then what?"

She said rubbing her hands clean with a rag her eyes burning with anger. Robb threw his arms up he could feel her eyes burning through his amour.

"I don't know! We'll go back to Winterfell, get married and be happy. I have no desire to sit on the iron throne"

"So who will?

"I don't know?"

"You're fighting to overthrow a king and yet you have no plan for what comes after"

"First we have to win the war"

"Hmm that all seems well and good now Love" she said sadly turning her back to him, her shoulders slumping in defeat.

"Aliana, I know you are far from home" all anger seeping from his bones.

"Yes quite observant of you"

"Sweetling, don't turn you face from me"

Robb came up behind her and wrapped his arms around her, not caring about her blood stained clothes. He took her chin in his hand forcing her to look up at him. He wiped away a smear of blood on her cheek. He pressed his lips to hers but she did not reciprocate like she usually did. He pulled away and looked into her eyes.


"Don't Robb"

"You can't be angry at me"

"Why not, I am dragged from pillar to post for this escapade and I want it all to end."

"Love, I know this is hard. I promise I will spend the rest of my days trying to make it up to you"

"I have to go Robb I will see you tonight" she said stepping away from his arms and over to where a Septa needed her help.