Hers Is The Fury

News Of A Crumbling Dynasty

[Volantis]

In Volantis, the news of Tywin Lannister's death spread like wildfire. Robb and his mother, Catelyn, were in shock as they heard the details of his demise at the hands of his own son, Tyrion. They had been forced to flee Westeros after the Red Wedding, which had left them with no choice but to seek refuge in this distant land.

Whenevrr he could, Thorne would provide them with updates of what was happening in Westeros.

Robb Stark and his mother, Catelyn, sat in a small tavern, sipping wine and discussing the latest news from across the Narrow Sea.

As they talked, a commotion broke out outside, drawing their attention away from their conversation. A group of rowdy patrons burst into the tavern, shouting and waving newspapers above their heads.

"Have you heard?" one of them cried, approaching the table where Robb and Catelyn sat. "Tywin Lannister is dead!"

Robb's eyes narrowed as he listened to the man's words. Tywin Lannister, the powerful Lord of Casterly Rock and the mastermind behind the Red Wedding, was indeed gone. According to the rumors, his own son, Tyrion, had allegedly brought about his demise.

Catelyn gasped in shock, her hand flying to her mouth. "By the gods," she whispered. "What does this mean for us?"

She couldn't help but feel a sense of vindication. Tywin had been the architect of the Red Wedding, the man responsible for the deaths of so many of their allies and loved ones. His demise was a small consolation for the pain and suffering he had caused.

Robb's expression turned grim. The Lannister dynasty, long the greatest power in Westeros, was now crumbling. With Tywin gone, there would likely be a struggle for control among the remaining members of the family. But it also meant that perhaps they could finally return home, reclaim their lands and titles, and seek revenge against those who had wronged them.

Robb's thoughts quickly turned elsewhere. He was worried about his wife, Morgana Baratheon, who was due to give birth very soon. The thought of becoming a father for the first time filled him with excitement and nervousness. He had alwys known that he would have to return to Westeros eventually, but now, with the Lannister dynasty crumbling, he felt a sense of hope that he had not felt in montgs.

"We can go home soon," he said to his mother, his voice filled with emotion. "We can reclaim our lands and our titles. We can make the Lannisters pay for what they did to us."

Catelyn smiled, her eyes filled with tears. "We'll have to be careful, Robb," she said. "The Lannisters may be weakened, but they are still a powerful family. We'll need to be smart and cunning if we're going to succeed."

Robb nodded, determination in his voice. "We'll do whatever it takes, mother. We'll make sure that justice is served and that our family is restored to its rightful place in Westeros."

If all went well, they would have a newborn child to raise in the ruins of Winterfell, a symbol of hope and resilience in the face of tragedy.

As the tavern erupted into cheers and celebration around them, Robb and Catelyn shared a look of determination. Their future was still uncertain, but with Tywin's demise, they saw a glimmer of light at the end of the tunnel. They knew that the road ahead would be fraught with danger and uncertainty, but they were ready to face whatever challenges lay in store for them.

And with that, Robb and Catelyn raised their cups in a toast to their future, one that they hoped would be filled with victory and revenge.

"I wish we could turn back time," Catelyn sighed, her voice barely above a whisper. "Do you remember when life was simple?" Catelyn asked, breaking the silence. "When we were just a family, living at Winterfell? Before all of this..." She waved her hand vaguely, indicating the chaos of the past few years.

Robb nodded slowly, his jaw clenched tight. He did indeed remember those days, but they seemed like a distant dream now. So much had changed since then. His father, Eddard Stark, had gone south to serve as the Hand of the King, taking Arya and Sansa with him. And then...everything had fallen apart.

"If only we could go back to when life was simpler, before the war tore our family apart."

He knew his mother's words were born of sorrow and regret, but he couldn't help but feel a sense of anger towards those responsible for the tragedy that had befallen them.

He missed those dais dearly. He missed his father, who had been taken from them by the treachery of the Lannisters. He missed Arya, who had disappeared into the unknown, leaving behind only rumours of her whereabouts and fate. He even missed Sansa, who have been a hostage; virtually imprisoned in King's Landing. He could scarcely bear to think of what must have befallen her, trapped in the midst of the Lannister court, at the mercy of Cersei and her cruel whims. And he certainly missed Bran and Rickon, who had been brutally murdered by Theon Greyjoy.

The thought of his younger brother Bran and youngest sibling Rickon, dead at the hands of Theon's betrayal, filled Robb with a cold fury that nevr seemed to abate.

How could he have believed that his old friend would turn against them like that? That he would slaughter two innocent children in cold blood, simply because he thought it might please his father, the Lord of the Iron Islands?

Everything they held dear had been torn away from them - their father, their brothers, their home. All gone, leaving only pain and heartache behind.

"I wish we could go back to those times," Robb said wistfully. "To a time when our biggest worry was the annual harvest festival, rather than the constant threat of war and death."

"Do you remember when your father used to take us hunting in the North?" she asked Robb, trying to distract him from his grief. "He loved watching you boys grow into strong men, proud of each of you."

Robb nodded, a faint smile touching his lips. "I remember. He taught me how to ride, how to be a true lord of Winterfell."

Catelyn smiled too, feeling a pang of sadness mixed with nostalgia. "Yes, he did. And look at you now, my brave son. You've grown into a fine leader, just like your father."

He remembered the happy times, too. The laughter of his siblings, the warmth of their father's embrace. But those memories were tainted now, overshadowed by the pain of what had been lost.

"We thought we were doing the right thing," he said, his voice barely above a whisper. "But look what it got us. Look what it cost us."

Catelyn reached out and took his hand, offering what comfort she could. "We did what we had to do, Robb. We fought for our family, for our home. We couldn't have known how things would turn out."

They sat there together in silence, lost in their own thoughts, reliving moments from their past that brought them joy and happiness. As the sun set beyond the sea, casting the sky in shades of gold and orange, they knew that they would alwys carry the weight of their losses with them, but they also knew that they had each other, and that was enough to keep going.