#smalljon umber

Barbrey was starting to tire of these secret meetings, holed up in a Weirwood grove in some section of the North in the lands of Winterfell. Harald Karstark was present, as were Lords Flint, Lord Reed, who was praying to a Heart tree, and her father Lord Ryswell.

“No Mormonts?” Asked the Smalljon, in lieu of announcing his presence, “Cerwyn, Glover, and Manderly are keeping their heads down, given the Ramsey Snow did.”

Barbrey felt herself bristle at the mention of the bastard that murdered her nephew, “Why have you called on us?”

Umber coughed, “Snow let the Wildlings through the Wall.”

Lord Reed turned his gaze away from the Heart tree he was praying to, “Has he given a reason why?”

“He’s not responding to any of our missives,” Said the Smalljon, looking around, “but… there is something else that is more concerning.”

“What?” Asked Lord Ryswell, getting an impatient sigh from Barbrey.

“My men have found Rickon Stark.” Said the Smalljon, an angry look passing over his face, “And they are taking him to the Boltons.”

“What?!” Barbrey blurted, shock filling her, “You called us here to tell us that you’re declaring for the Boltons?!”

“No!” Snapped The Smalljon, “My men heard his brother let the Wildlings through the Wall and disobeyed my orders. His wolf was able to escape when they turned on him.”

“Coupled with the Lord Baelish selling them Sansa Stark,” Said Lord Reed, quietly, “the future of House Stark is in Bolton hands, unless we crown Jon Snow.”

Barbrey and the other Lords looked at Lord Reed.

“When the fuck was Sansa Stark brought back north?” Demanded Lord Umber, asking the question that everyone was thinking.

“I sent some of my house staff to Winterfell,” Said Lord Reed, looking around them, “I told them to hide themselves as small folk, Sansa Stark was seen fleeing Winterfell with the aid of Theon Greyjoy.”