Winterfell's Great Hall

[The Flint]

"That is positive news milady," he says with a smile.

[The Smith]

Lord Benjen Stark, Lord Of Winterfell, Warden of the North stumbles into the great hall. His wife takes one look at him, and screams. It appears he has a beard of red until it is clear that blood runs freely from his mouth. One arm hangs weak, and the other grasps at several chest punctures. Only a truly strong will is keeping him alive, and on his feet.

Sticking from between two ribs is a black dagger with a red cat's eye adorning the hilt.

[The Flint]

Danny was up like a shot, pulling his own dagger from his sheath, "Milord! Assassins!" He moved quickly towards Lord Benjen's side.

[The Smith]

Benjen placed a bloody hand on Danny's arm, and then toppled to the ground.

[The Flint]

Danny sheathed his own blade, and began looking over Lord Benjen's wounds, trying to staunch the bleeding, tearing strips of his sleeves off to compress the wounds.

"Lady Stark, Fetch the maester!" Danny yelled.

[The Smith]

Lady Stark was beside his side too fast for his words. Her hands were pressed hard on a wound that was gushing blood. Tears streamed down her face as she cried, "Tybolt, Merry, please fetch the Maester!!"

Benjen raised a weak hand to touch her cheek, and coughed up blood, "Forgive me..."

[The Flint]

Danny stayed close, ears straining to hear these words, lest they be the last.

[The Smith]

Benjen closed his eyes, and whispered again, "Forgive me..." Then Lord Stark died, as the new Lord Stark weeped and shrieked in the arms of an old servant.

[The Flint]

"M..ilady..." Danny said...stuttering as he stood. His instinct was to immediately follow Lord Stark's entrance, and see if he could trace the attacker, but he did not want to leave the lady's side.

[The Smith]

Lady Stark wept, and held her dead husband, "What?" She croaked out.

[The Flint]

"I will find him," Danny swore, rising and moving through the doorway from which Benjen had made his final entrance. He looked for the blood trail which was certain to be present.

[The Smith]

There was a blood trail running along the hall, and up a set of stairs. At the top lay a young serving girl, her dead eyes staring through Danny. He continued after the blood trail, and saw a large stain on the door of Anya Stark's chambers.

[The Flint]

Danny put his hand on the hilt of his dagger, and slammed a heavy fist against the door, "Lady Anya, are you alright in there?"

[The Smith]

Lady Anya sat at her window with her back to the room. She wore a white dress and there were large bloody hand prints trailing down the back of it. Blood covered the floor and two chairs. There was a third chair overturned, but it was empty.

She spoke, and her voice sounded distant, "I am fine. The sun seems bright today." She shivered as she spoke.

[The Flint]

Danny blinked several times. "Milady, are you injured?" He asked, stepping into the room.