LION'S LEGACY
78. Fury of a Wolf

At the war camp in front of Highgarden, Robb entered the tent where Margaery was being kept in. She had been brought there just days after Robb arrived. After all, she was the rightful lady of Highgarden. She was the key of getting into Highgarden without needing forced entry.

"Lady Margaery," Robb greeted Margaery in a calm tone, but still glared at her.

Margaery's hands were behind her back, her wrists bound around a vertical pole in the center of the tent while she was forced to kneel.

"My apologizes for the way my son's men have treated you. A woman of your birth deserves better," Robb explained to Margaery in a sarcastic tone since in truth, he was taking pleasure in her torture after everything she put him through, "You may not be queen anymore, but you are still a woman of noble birth. You have my word you'll be properly fed and clothes from now on."

Margaery stood up, giving Robb a weird look. "I have your word?" She questioned, letting out a loud scoff, "Oh, good. Good, that's—that's a fantastic to hear," She paused, speaking in a low, threatening tone, "My grandmother will never surrender the castle, Robb. Whatever game you're playing, it will not work."

"Lady Olenna is old. A good death is all she can hope for. But you, Margaery, you have a son to look after," Robb explained, deciding to lie and not tell her that her son was actually dead.

"A son that is most likely dead after what your daughter did," She explained, speaking about Lyanna with such venom and hate.

"He's not. I can make him my ward, I can make sure he isn't harmed," Robb explained, continuing to lie to the woman as she had constantly did with him.

"Whatever you want from me, I won't give it," Margaery argued coldly, shaking her head.

"Did I give you the impression that this was a negotiation?" Robb questioned as he took a seat on a barrel in the corner of the room, staring at Margaery, "It is not."

"You understand. On some level you must understand that you're just as evil as Annalys is," Margaery explained to Robb in a calm tone, but he didn't seem bothered.

"I'll leave the judgments to the gods,' Robb answered before sighing dramatically, "I do know one thing, though, Margaery. My wife is traveling here as we speak and it brings me joy to know she'll give you the worst death imaginable for what you did."

Margaery grunted and began to struggle against her bindings.

"My wife loves her children more than anything in the world, even more than she loves me. I suppose all mothers do, but with her, there's a fierceness when it comes to her children that you don't often see. It's a trait she obviously got from her mother," He explained in a calm tone.

He stood up, wasting no time walking over to Margaery. "Annalys would do anything to protect her babies. Each and everyone of them, even Olyvar and Torra, despite her not birthing them herself."

Robb paused, slowly leaning forward so that he was in Margaery's face. "She'd start a war for them. Burn cities to ash. 'The things we do for love'," He smirked, both he and Margaery knowing the phrase was something both Jaime and Annalys were infamous known for saying, "And you ripped her away from her youngest daughter and didn't even allow her to hold her a single time. You stole her baby girl and called her your own. You tried to slaughter all of her children at her eldest daughter's wedding. You allowed Arthur Hightower to marry Lyanna and rape her constantly. You had Steffon Oakheart, my son's sworn sword, killed right before Torrhen's eyes. His innocence was stolen because of you. You had my eldest son stabbed four times in the Sept of Baelor in hopes of killing him. You sent assassins after Joanna, my innocent little girl, when she was pregnant with her own child. Little Edric was forced to be raised by strangers and you are the reason my son Rickard is broken beyond repair. I don't even seen a single shred of who he once was because of you."

"I don't think you came here to talk about Annalys and her love for your children," Margaery explained, refusing to look him in the eye after his speech that was filled with nothing but the truth.

"That is exactly why I came here. I love Annalys. More than you could ever understand. I will love her no matter what she does, no matter how far gone she becomes," He explained and Margaery looked amused by her confession, "You can laugh at that if you want. You can sneer and call me a fool. It doesn't matter. I don't care what you think. I never have. Things were done to the woman I love in those black cells and you are at fault. I fear the only way to get her back to normal is to take Highgarden and kill Lord Florent."

Margaery tensed up at Florent's name, which Robb was quick to notice.

"Annalys was right, wasn't she?" He questioned as he laughed and Margaery looked angered, "Florent isn't just a loyal subject, is he? He is your lover. I dare say he is the father of your son."

Margaery glared at Robb hatefully. "You know nothing, Robb Stark."

"I know a lot more than you may think, Margaery. I know you're a fucking hypocrite and a whore. You based your claim to the throne on accusations of Annalys' children, my children, being Edric's. Now, I find out that your child isn't even Tommen's. It's Lord Florent's," He explained in a calm tone.

Robb took a deep breath before stepping even closer to Margaery. She tried to look away, only to have Robb roughly grabbed her by the chin. He forced her to look him in the eye. He smirked while also glaring at her hatefully.

"Mark my words, Margaery Tyrell, I'm going to kill Lord Florent with my barehands for what he did to my wife and for attempting to kill my eldest boy, my heir. I'm going to tear him apart, limp from limp, as if I were a wolf and he was my prey. I'm going to make sure he dies screaming for thinking he could touch Annalys, for thinking that he could violate her in such a way and believing he could get away with it. That isn't even all of it, either. I'm going to make you watch all of it occur."

Margaery struggled against her bindings, pushing herself towards Robb. Robb took a step back and laughed in amusement at her misery. After all that she did, Robb would be lying if he didn't say it didn't feel good to finally have vengeance after being denied such a thing for months now.

After Margaery had calmed down, Robb leaned toward her. His face nearly touched hers as he spoke to her in a low, threatening tone. "I'm going to send for your baby boy," He continued on, despite it being an empty threat due to her son actually being dead, "Once he's here, in my grasp, my wife and I will launch him into Highgarden with a catapult. Because you don't matter to me, Lady Margaery. Your bastard son doesn't matter to me. Your grandmother in that castle doesn't matter to me. None of you do. Only Annalys and my children, and because you've wronged them, I will make you suffer in ways you couldn't imagine. You think what Annalys and my daughter are capable of is horrific, but you have no idea what I'm capable of after what you did to my family. And if I have to slaughter every fucking Tyrell in sight to make you pay, that is exactly what I'll do."

There was a moment of silence between them before Robb roughly grabbed the sides of Margaery's face and forced her to look him in the eyes once more. "I hope the throne was worth it, Margaery. You didn't just leave one of us alive. You left us all alive. Now, you sheep will never be safe."

Margaery glared at Robb, but didn't say a word as he walked out of the room.

When he exited the tent, however, Robb became confused when he saw the approaching army of wildlings.

Robb immediately ran in their direction and soon came face to face with Torra. His eyes filled with tears at the sight of her and Torra smiled.

Torra rushed forward and Robb engulfed his daughter in a hug. Torra began to cry and Robb was quick to ease her sadness. "Shh. It's alright. There's no need to cry," He assured her and as Torra pulled away from burying her face in his chest, Robb cupped her face in his hands, "I am so sorry for what being apart of this family has done to wrong you, Torra. It's all my fault this has happened."

"It's none of our faults, Father," Torra confessed, shaking her head in disapproval, "Even if we tried to prevent it, it still would have happened. It was fate."

Robb remained silent, slowly nodding his head. He smiled softly, looking down to see Torra's pregnancy bump. "Not only are you a grown woman now, you are going to be a mother."

Torra quietly laughed, nodding her head. "The maester at Winterfell said it will be a boy. I plan to name him Brandon."

Robb began to smile, realizing Torra was naming her son after her grandfather and Robb's uncle.

"My uncle was once called the Wild Wolf when he was alive. Now, you are known as that. It's fitting your son will be named Brandon," Robb explained and Torra felt relieved that he approved her of her pregnancy.

His approval was the only one that mattered to her, in all honesty.

Robb was her father. He might not have been her father by blood, but he was her father. And she was his daughter, no matter what. His eldest.

"Torra?" A voice called out, causing Torra's eyes to widen as she turned her head to see Olyvar and Eddard walking toward her. She still hadn't had the opportunity to reunite with them. Now, she was.

Torra smiled at them, not moving as they ran toward her. Eddard and Olyvar engulfed their elder sister in a hug, grateful to see her most of all.

Torrhen then walked over, glancing around in concern. "Where's Joanna?" He asked worriedly, seeing as though Joanna was the only one he yearned to see again. His twin.

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    Miles away, where they took sanctuary at while waiting to travel once more on their journey to Highgarden, Annalys stood with Joanna in front of where baby Torro slept.

"He's so small," Annalys admitted softly, a small smile on her face at the sight of the sleeping infant, "Much smaller than you had been at his age. He reminds me of how small Rickard was. He's quiet, though, which is something I cannot say about your brother."

"You're a grandmother, can you believe it, Mother?" Joanna found herself asking her mother, a small smile on her face.

"I'm not even forty yet, I should not be a grandmother," Annalys commented, causing them both to laugh since she had a point, "And as I much as I don't like the idea of my baby girl being a mother at such a young age, I am happy. I am happy because you are happy."

"I don't think Father will be happy," Joanna confessed, obviously feeling worried about her father's reaction.

"Father is just protective over his daughters. You are his little girl, Joanna," Annalys pointed out and Joanna shook her head in disagreement.

"Not anymore. Alerie is," She reminded her mother, who was quick to argue.

"You will always be his little girl, Joanna. No matter what. No matter how old you may be," Annalys explained and Joanna gradually began to smile, "Don't tell anyone I said this, but I dare say you are his favorite."

"I know. It's obvious," Joanna commented, causing them both to laugh at the accuracy.

Annalys smiled softly, making her way closer to her daughter. Joanna turned to face Annalys, who placed her right hand on the side of her daughter's face. "Oh, how you've grown, my love," She admitted softly, tears beginning to form in her eyes, "I am so proud of you, Joanna. You must know that. You have become the strong, independent young woman I've always known you would become."

"Khaleesi?" A voice called out, causing the mother-daughter duo to immediately turn to see Ser Rickard and Tyrion standing before them.

Both of the men's eyes widened at the sight of Annalys, not expecting her to be there. Both men had no idea how she would react to their presence, especially Tyrion.

Tyrion looked down at the ground in shame, feeling uneasy about him standing before Annalys. "Annalys..." He trailed off, waiting for Annalys to do something.

    Just as Tyrion thought Annalys was going to attack him, Annalys bent down and hugged Tyrion as tightly as she could. "I'm so sorry, Tyrion," She spoke softly, beginning to cry as she hugged him, "I'm so sorry for everything I did to wrong you. I've had years now to think of everything that led to where I was and the thing I regret most is what I did to wrong you. I am sorry, Uncle Tyrion. If I could take it all back, I would. I would without question."

Tyrion sighed in defeat as Annalys pulled away from the hug, tears streaming down her cheeks. He suddenly froze, turning his head to see her missing hand.

"My gods," He muttered under his breath, realizing just how much she had gone through.

Without hesitation, he hugged her again, which was his way of saying she was forgiven.

     Moments later, Annalys stood back up. She turned to face Ser Rickard, who looked uneasy. "You protected my daughter when I couldn't. You made the mistake of choosing the Reach over us, but I don't blame you. Most would. But you made up for your mistakes. For that, I forgive you, Ser Rickard."

Ser Rickard smiled softly and nodded his head in response. He took a step forward, wasting no time hugging Annalys, who hadn't just been his queen but also his friend.

As she hugged him, Annalys leaned her face toward Ser Rickard's ear. "I need your help with something," She whispered softly and Ser Rickard pulled away from hugging Annalys, wasting no time nodding in agreement.

      Later on, Ser Rickard found himself standing in a room with Annalys and Ser Edric, who seemed to know something he didn't.

"Lyanna is planning to take the Iron Throne," Annalys revealed, causing Ser Rickard's eyes to widen in shock, "King's Landing is vacant of a ruler at the moment. She knows with everyone in the Reach, King's Landing could easily be taken by her and just twenty good men."

"It's yours by right, my queen," Ser Rickard pointed out and Annalys shook her head.

"I bent the knee to Magaery to save Robb years ago. It isn't rightfully mine. Not anymore," She informed the duo, causing them both to stare at her in shock, "If Lyanna takes it, it will be by right of conquest. Her Lannister name will just strengthen her power," She explained, glancing between them uneasily, "So what should I do?"

"Let her take the throne," Ser Rickard suggested in a calm tone, "Lyanna is fit to rule. No one would dare question her."

"Because they fear her," Annalys complained, feeling uneasy, "I don't want all of my daughter's power to come from fear. She was supposed to be loved, not feared by the people of Westeros. She was supposed to be the type of ruler I was."

"She still can be," Edric pointed out in a calm tone, "She may still inspire love."

"She allowed innocent children to be killed, Edric!" Annalys cried out, causing Edric to sigh in defeat, "She is just like Tywin Lannister. The men respect her, but they fear her, too. Much more than they feared me. The Seven Kingdoms will be united in fear of Lyanna Lannister."

Edric and Ser Rickard remained silent, exchanging an uneasy look with each other.

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Days later, at Highgarden, Robb had created a plan that would get them through the gates. It was the same plan Torra used to get into

Inside the courtyard of Highgarden, the men immediately felt alarmed when they heard loud banging on the the gates of the large castle.

Lord Florent turned to face the gate, his eyes wide in alarm. The archers in the courtyard, immediately nocked their arrows, preparing to release them on the men coming through.

The gate continued to rattle until finally, it busted open completely. Wun Wun entered, roaring loudly. The remaining Reachmen were on the verge of shooting at him, only to be stopped when Eddard and Torra appeared next to him alongside Olyvar and Torrhen. The three Stark males and their elder sister wasted no time releasing arrows at each Reachmen who attempted to shoot at Wun Wun.

Each arrow embedded themselves in every one of the men, most of them being shot by Eddard, who had always been known to have skills with a bow that could not be matched by anyone, not even his mother.

Stark men and Free Folk men entered the castle's courtyard, attacking the rest of the Reachmen.

Robb entered, exchanging a look with his four children before locking eyes with Lord Florent.

Florent's eyes widened slightly at the sight of Robb, but he tried to maintain composure. "Lord Stark," He greeted Robb in a sarcastic tone as he mockingly bowed.

With that, he raised his bow, on the verge of shooting an arrow at the man. "No!" Torra shouted in alarm, but before the arrow could hit Robb, the Stark man had picked up one of the dropped shields.

He lifted it up, using it to shield himself from getting hit with an arrow.

    Florent smirked in satisfaction while Robb continued to glare at the man. He glanced around, noticing all of the Reachmen were killed while the Free Folk and Northmen were pointing arrows at Florent.

"He was the one who tried to kill you, was he not, Eddard?" Robb asked his eldest son and Eddard nodded in response, "Don't worry. This man is going to get what he deserves. Eddard, Torra, tell your men to stand down."

Eddard and Torra nodded, wasting no time gesturing for their men to stand up. Once seeing that the men had stood down, Robb turned back to face Florent once more.

"It's just you and me, Stark," Florent commented, smirking in satisfaction.

Robb dropped his sword on the ground before using two hands to hold the shield. He ran toward Florent, using the shield to block each arrow that came his way.

    Seven arrows later, Robb finally reached Lord Florent, consumed with fury and hate. He backhanded Florent across the face with the shield before kicking him in the stomach.

    Florent fell backward, onto the ground. Robb wasted no time tossing the shield to the side before climbing on top of Florent.

He punched the man in the face once, as hard as he could, and Florent smiled up at him satisfaction.

Robb continued to punch Florent over and over, not even paying attention to all of the people around him, including his three eldest sons and his daughter.

   Even when Florent's face became covered in his own blood, Robb continued to punch him without stopping for more than a few seconds.

He couldn't control his anger. This man tried to kill his son, his first boy, his heir.

  This man had tortured his wife and the woman he loved. He cut her hand off and humiliated her. He paraded her through the streets of King's Landing, half-naked and dying. And when she was locked in the Black Cells of the Red Keeps, he presumably raped her constantly over the course of nine months and probably did other things to her as well. He broke her.

Robb needed Florent to pay for that.

Despite how much Robb was punching Florent, though, the man continued to smile as he turned his head to see something unbeknownst to Robb.

    Robb frowned, wondering what made Florent look so satisfied. Panting for breath, Robb forced himself to turn his head, only to become horrified when he locked eyes on both Joanna and Annalys.

Annalys looked uneasy while Joanna looked horrified. Terrified, at that.

Annalys kept her eyes locked on Florent, refusing to look at Robb. Joanna, on the other hand, locked eyes on her father, tears filling her eyes after seeing what he had just done.

Robb tensed up, realizing why Joanna was so horrified. He looked down, realizing his hands were covered in both his own blood and Florent's. Not to mention, Florent's expression was now beaten beyond recognition.

He turned his head, glaring at Florent one last time as he stood up. He turned to face Joanna and Annalys, only to have them walk past him to run over to Torra, Torrhen, Eddard, and Olyvar.

Joanna cried out, wasting no time hugging Torrhen, her twin.

    Annalys wrapped her arms around her two oldest boys, Olyvar and Eddard. She kissed them both on the cheeks, immediately telling them how much she loved them and missed them. Not to mention, how proud she was of them. She did the same to Torrhen before she finally turned to Robb.

She walked over to him, beginning to cry once more. Robb sighed, wasting no time wrapping his arms around his wife, the only one who seemed to acknowledge him at that moment. Joanna had completely rejected him.

Robb continued to hug Annalys. He cupped her face in his hands, placing numerous kisses to her lips, her cheeks, and her forehead. Annalys smiled softly, but said nothing as Robb kissed her.

Her mind was elsewhere, but on what?

AUTHOR'S NOTE:

Florent is FINALLY getting what's owed to him!!

Highgarden has been taken as well

And jeez...We saw a side of Robb in the beginning of this chapter I don't think we've EVER seen before. 😬

No matter how much Rickard and Robb don't get along, you have to admit, they're both dealing with their grief and sadness after everything that's happened in the same way.

With anger and pure rage.

While Annalys is practically broken, Robb is COMPLETELY filled with rage.