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POV: Eddard Stark

I knelt before the heart tree, as my forefathers once did. The red eyes of the Weirwood stared into me, ancient and watchful. On my right stood Robb, my heir — proud and grim. On my left, Jon Snow, my blood though not my name. And in my arms, limp as a broken doll, lay my youngest — Thorin.

Robb’s twin. My son.

He breathed shallowly. His left arm was gone, torn off at the shoulder. His face was marred — the socket where his eye once sat now hollow and bloodied. The maester claimed he would not live through the night, so I brought him here — to the godswood of Winterfell, to the Old Gods who ruled these woods before any man laid stone.

It was my fault. All of it.

I should not have taken them hunting. Catelyn warned me. Six name days — too young, she said. But they were eager. Eager and brave. I thought it harmless: a morning chase after rabbits. But we found something else. Or rather, it found us.

A beast — a great black direwolf with eyes like red coals. My horse went down first. I remember the fall, the crack of bone, then darkness. The rest I was told.

Jon’s horse threw him, left him limping. Robb’s mount had its throat ripped open, trapping him beneath its bulk. Helpless. Both of them could only watch as the beast stalked Thorin. My son — unarmed, alone.

But Thorin stood.

He took a branch, sharpened it into a makeshift spear. He stood between the monster and his brothers. That’s when it came — the raven. A beast of a bird, nearly twice the size of the maester’s. It struck Thorin once, then again — slashing his face, tearing his eye.

Then the direwolf lunged, tore the boy’s arm away.

By the time the guards reached us, drawn by the screams, it was nearly done. They say Thorin, one-eyed and bleeding, drove his stick through the direwolf’s jaw. They say a second raven — black as night and silent as shadow — snapped the neck of the wolf.

They say he howled like a man possessed.

And now, two days later, the raven remained. Perched high, always watching. Eyes blue as the Shivering Sea.

CAW.

I looked up. It watched us now. I turned back to the heart tree, laid my son upon its roots, and whispered my plea to the Old Gods. My sons knelt beside me, heads bowed. The red eyes of the tree began to glow — first dim, then blinding.

POV: Thorin Stark

I awoke in snow.

The heart tree loomed above me, crimson leaves whispering secrets I could not understand. Where was I? How did I get here?

I heard a voice — not one I knew, but ancient, echoing through the roots of the earth.

“Your father has begged. The Starks are faithful. You shall be spared. Your arm will be ours, born of Weirwood. But your eye, we shall keep. A reminder: we are generous, but not without cost.”

I nodded. “I thank you, Old Ones.”

And then I, too, turned to snow.

POV: Eddard Stark

When the light faded, my arms were empty.

CAW.

He knelt before the heart tree, whole once more. His arm — new, pale as snow, carved with runes. Weirwood. In that hand, a warhorn. His face turned, and I saw the patch — black leather over his left eye. And perched upon his shoulder, the raven. Black as midnight, eyes blue as frost.

“Son,” I said, voice cracking. “You're… you're alive.”

Robb and Jon ran to him.

“Aye,” he said. “Alive. Who else would keep your egos in check?” He said to his brothers with the smile evident in his voice.

He stepped toward the tree again, touched it with his weirwood hand. The runes on his arm glowed, and the heart tree’s eyes blazed red.

The earth split open.

“Come,” Thorin said. “The Old Gods have gifts for us.”

Who was I to deny the will of the gods?

We descended into a cavern. The roots of the Weirwood hung overhead, glittering with glowing stones.

From the shadows, three pups emerged. Wolves.

One padded to Jon — white as snow, red eyes gleaming. Silent.

One to Robb — grey as our sigil, golden eyes shining.

And one to Thorin — black-furred, blue-eyed. Like the raven. Like my son.

POV: Jon Snow

The white wolf led me to armour — black leather, its sleeves plated with dark grey steel shaped like dragon scales. A white fur cloak trimmed in black, pinned with a white direwolf, its eye a ruby.

Beside it lay a bastard sword. Pommel set with a ruby, black leather grip, dark grey crossguard. Its blade shimmered — pale grey turned blue in the light. Runes etched along the steel named it: Frostmourne.

POV: Robb Stark

My grey wolf led me to dark leather armour, over mail of grey steel. The shoulders bore snarling direwolves. Wolf claws guarded the hands.

A grey fur cloak, fastened with a grey direwolf pin, eyes set with amber.

A weirwood shield. And a longsword — pommel and guard set with amber, blade pale steel, glowing blue. Its name: Dawnbreaker.

POV: Thorin Stark

The black wolf led me to my armour. Grey boiled leather, chainmail under it. Black fur lined the shoulders. Bracers and greaves of dark metal. Gloves and boots black as night.

A black fur cloak, fastened with a black direwolf pin, a sapphire set in the eye.

Then my blade — shorter than my brothers’, but heavy. Sapphire pommel ringed with bronze. Twin snarling direwolves shaped the bronze crossguard. The blade — dark steel, blue-tinged. Named in runes: Kingmaker.

The sword me and my brothers wound were not Valyrian steel but shared similar properties, where Valyrian steel was forged fire our blades were frozen steel.

The armour likewise was strange, too large for us to wear as children but when we grew it would serve us well.

My father's voice echoed: “Jory will come for the arms. Thorin, see your mother — she feared the worst.”

“Of course,” I said. “Synin. Fenrir. Come.”

The raven took flight. The wolf followed. And we left the cavern behind.

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POV: Thorin Stark

The wind bit hard that high in the branches of the heart tree. It always did. I liked the cold, and I liked the height. A man thinks better when he's closer to the gods, or so Old Nan used to say. But what I thought of most, sitting above the godswood, was the day everything changed—four years ago, when the Old Gods gave us gifts, whether we asked for them or not.

That was the day I found Fenrir and Synin—my wolf and my raven, blood-bound companions. That same day, Jon found Ghost, silent and pale as the snow he was named for, and Robb took to Grey Wind like a warlord to his steed. We were boys still, though not for much longer.

A moon passed, and Father was summoned to war. The Ironborn had risen in their squalid rebellion—stupid, salt-soaked fools that they were. The king called, and Father rode. And when he was gone, we began our training in earnest. Sword, shield, stance, and sweat. Ser Rodrik drilled us like raw recruits.

Since the blessing—if that’s what it was—we’d changed. Not like sorcery, not like the tales of mages and fire-spirits, but more like saplings fed on war and winter. We grew faster than we should have, fought better than boys ever ought to. For Robb and Jon, it was like learning to ride or swim. For me, it felt... familiar. As if I’d done it before, in another life, in another war.

When Father returned from war, he brought home a prize. Theon Greyjoy. A hostage. A pretentious squid with salt still in his hair and arrogance in his eyes. I remember our first feast with him. He bristled when seated beside Jon. “A bastard beside the trueborn heir of Pyke,” he muttered. Robb agreed and said Theon should eat with the servants. I rose, ready to split Theon’s skull for his words, but Jon stopped me with a hand on my shoulder. I remember the grip—strong, calm. Jon always had that about him.

Then Arya was born. A sister—loud, wild, alive. A week later, we knelt in the godswood, Robb, Jon, and I. The wolves played among the trees, and when they returned, they brought two more—smaller, nimbler. One white and grey, the other dusky and pale. One ran to Sansa, the other to Arya. The girls named them Lady and Winter. Bran came later, and his wolf, Summer, followed like a shadow.

The direwolves grew, as we did. Fenrir and Grey Wind became monstrous—bigger than warhorses. Ghost, silent as ever, was smaller but more fearsome in silence. Fenrir was the fiercest. But Grey Wind was the seemed to be able to calm the lot of them.

Then came Father’s summons. We were to be fostered. Robb to White Harbor, Jon to Last Hearth, and I to Bear Island. It would be the first time we’d be apart since birth.

"Stark! Get your lazy arse down here!"

"Aye, brother, dinner's not waiting!"

I leapt from the branch and landed before them.

"Who you calling lazy, Snow?"

Jon smirked. "Shut your mouth and call your beasts."

"Fenrir! Synin!" I called. Synin descended like a shadow from the tree, wings silent. Fenrir bounded from the woods, tongue lolling, eyes fierce. He came to my side, and we walked together into the dusk.

POV: Maege Mormont

When Lord Stark asked if I would foster his boy, I nearly choked on my mead. The shame of Jorah still clung to Bear Island like a curse, but Ned Stark said the Mormonts had always stood when the North called. And so we would stand again.

We lined the hall’s front like soldiers for his arrival. My daughters beside me—Dacey in a dress, gods help her, and Lyanna with a scowl that could frighten an eagle. They spoke of the boy as half-man, half-legend. Said he had an arm of Weirwood, a raven as large as a hawk, and a direwolf the size of a bear.

Then he came.

Tall and dark, a dark tangle of hair down to his shoulder and a wolf at his side. Synin flew overhead as he dismounted, Fenrir walking beside his horse like a brother. He had the bearing of a Stark, aye—but more than that, he had the bearing of a warlord.

"Lord Stark," I said, bowing. "It’s an honour to host you."

"The honour is mine, Lady Mormont," he replied, his voice steady, deep.

He bowed to my daughters, spoke well, and walked like he owned the land beneath his feet. A wolf, through and through.

POV Thorin Stark

War

The war horn blew—AOOOOOOH—and I knew the Ironborn had come again. It was not my first battle. That came soon after I began fostering. I had bled men since then, and I would bleed more today.

I dressed quick—leather cuirass over my head, sword belted to my waist, shield slung over my back. Fenrir met me outside, hackles raised. I mounted a dark destrier and we rode into the fire.

The battle was chaos—iron flashed, blood spilled, steel clanged like thunder. I cut down one with my blade, took my shield in hand, and began the slaughter. Fenrir fought at my side, jaws snapping limbs like twigs.

Dacey was surrounded when I found her. Six raiders, eyes gleaming with filth. She lay wounded with two dead Mormont men-at-arms strewn about her. I struck from behind—Kingmaker took one head, my shield crunched into another another, Fenrir the next two. The last tried to run. Fool.

I helped Dacey up—she was bleeding from cheek, arm, and leg.

"Are you well?"

"Never better, Wolf-Boy," she said, spitting blood.

I sent her back to the keep and sought out Lady Maege. She told me to finish the fight. So I did.

We chased them to the shore. Fifty remained. They made for one longship. I gave chase. My blood burned hot, my mind clear as steel. But they were faster—until the horn on my belt began to glow.

The gods had marked it, gifted it to me. I raised it and blew—AOOOOOOH—and the wind came like a tempest.

Our sails filled. The sea roared. We gained on them. When we reached them, I jumped aboard with Fenrir beside me. The fight was short, brutal, and we left none alive. They spoke before dying—said they came from Old Wyk.

So we sailed on. To the iron Isle.

We struck at midnight. Under black sky and black sails, we fell on them like wolves. No mercy for the men. The port burned. We came in three ships and left with six. The others we burned to ash.

Lady Maege was not pleased. But six longships as a gift tends to soften tempers.

The people of Bear Island gained a new respect for me after that and took to calling me the weir wood wolf, a name that quickly spread through the North.

POV: Maege Mormont

Knock knock

The door opened. A maid stepped out—hair wild, dress wrinkled, eyes wide. She fled without a word. Inside, Thorin sat at the window, shirt open, mead in hand.

"Will you drink?"

"Aye."

"Wine or mead?"

"Mead will do."

He poured. Handed me the mug. Smiled.

"So, Lady Mormont, is this a social call or just an interruption of my fun?" The smile he gave reached his eyes and I thought to the years prior when I met Brandon Stark for the first time, the boys uncle.

"Neither," I said. "Your time with us is done. Four years of fostering. You’re going home. Not a visit—a return. The King rides for Winterfell."

He nodded. Smiled, sad.

"I’ll miss this place. Miss you all."

"You’re like a son to me, Thorin. Like a brother to Lyanna..." I paused, "...though not to Dacey."

He laughed. "She never saw herself as my sister." It was true, they had a.......different relationship.

He stood. Drank deep.

"Then I best start packing."

And so the Weirwood Wolf would return to Winterfell.

But I knew the North would not be the same.

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CLANG—CLANG—THUND!

Steel sang in the yard that morning. My blunted blade smashed into Jon’s bastardsword—he gripped it in both hands, jaw tight. A second later, my training sword crashed against Robb’s shield, rattling him.

Robb lunged, swinging hard at Jon, who ducked back with a curse. I saw the opening and drove my blade for Robb’s ribs, but it struck the rim of his shield and forced him to stagger.

I’d have finished him, too—if Jon hadn’t come again. His bastard blade swung for my head. I ducked low, feeling the wind of it whisper past.

"Boys!" Mother's voice cut through the clash of wood and steel. "The King rides soon. Get cleaned up."

She paused, then added louder, “You too, Snow!”

We grinned at that, sweaty and bruised, as we lowered our weapons.

Later, we were dressing in the great chamber, donning finer cloaks and combing back our hair like southern ladies. I sat beside the fire and turned to them.

"So," I said, smirking, "I hear you two have grand monikers now. The White Wolf. The Young Wolf. Let’s have it, then. Tell me the stories."

Robb, of course, couldn’t resist going first.

POV: Robb Stark (Flashback)

The wind stank of salt. Not the good kind, either. The sea air off White Harbor had the bite of winter, but out here, off the Narrow Sea, it tasted like dead fish and sun-baked tar. I stood at the prow of the Merman’s Oath, Grey Wind at my side, fur rippling in the wind.

This was my second voyage to Braavos. Lord Manderly thought a Stark should learn to trade—how to read contracts, bluff merchants, smell lies. Father agreed. Said war was easy compared to negotiation. I wasn’t sure I believed him then.

I wasn’t thinking of trade, though. I was thinking of Wylla. What to bring her. A crystal mermaid pin, maybe. She liked mermaids. I asked Grey Wind for advice, but he just stared at the horizon, ears twitching.

That’s when I saw it—another ship, same size as ours. No banners. Black sails.

Pirates.

Grey Wind growled low, and I felt my hand sink into his fur. That calmed me.

"My lord," Ser Wylis said, "below decks. Let the men handle it."

"Not this time."

Three years ago, I might’ve obeyed. But I wasn’t a boy anymore.

I drew Dawnbreaker. Its Valyrian steel glinted pale blue, and the amber shard in the crossguard shone like it held the sun itself. I strapped my shield on and waited.

When the pirates drew close, I leapt first.

I landed like thunder on their deck, my cloak snapping in the wind. Grey Wind hit the wood a second later, teeth bared, and the pirates flinched. One of them pissed himself. I saw it.

"FOR THE NORTH!" I roared, and charged.

They thought we were merchants. Easy prey. They found out otherwise. The knights of White Harbor fought like devils, tridents gleaming. And I led them—Direwolf at my side, blade in hand. It was slaughter.

When it ended, my cloak was soaked red, not with my blood. Dawnbreaker no longer gleamed blue. But the amber still shone.

Men surrounded me, weapons raised. And they began to chant:

"Young Wolf!"
"Young Wolf!"

I raised my sword and Grey Wind howled, long and low.

POV: Thorin Stark
Robb grinned when he finished, as smug as a cat with cream on its chin. Jon rolled his eyes, then leaned back.

"My turn," he muttered.

POV: Jon Snow (Flashback)
The night was cold. Not just cold—Northern. The kind that got into your bones and made them ache.

We were deep in Umber land, hunting wildlings. A large band had slipped past the Wall, led by the Lord of Bones himself. Lord Umber led the pursuit, and I rode as his squire. It was my third year fostering.

I was armoured. Always slept that way on campaign. Ghost paced outside the tent, tense. His eyes glowed red in the dark, like embers.

He stopped suddenly. Snarled.

Something was wrong.

I strapped Frostmourne to my hip and slipped into the night. When I reached Lord Umber’s tent, the guard was dead. Throat opened like a chicken at market.

I didn’t think—I acted.

The first wildling never saw me. One thrust through his gut, and he fell. The second tried to raise his spear, but Ghost hit him like a storm, teeth in his neck.

"Lord Umber!" I shouted. "We’re under attack!"

He awoke with a roar. Snatched up chainmail and a greatsword and stormed into the night.

We fought back the wildlings. Poorly armed, disorganized. Brave, but doomed. I cut through them with Frostmourne, the ruby in the pommel glowing crimson. Ghost tore through legs and bellies beside me.

Then I saw him—the Lord of Bones.

He came at me fast. Faster than I expected. His axe was a mess of old bronze and jagged bone. It clashed against my blade, sparked, shrieked.

We danced in the snow, red and white mixing at our feet. He struck my brow—a shallow cut. I got his leg. The fight drew on, tight and ugly. He blocked a swing—axe sword shattered. Desperate, he lunged with the jagged remains aimed at my stomach.

I was quicker.

His arm came off first. His head followed.

The wildlings saw his body fall. They ran.

When it ended, I stood soaked in blood, black armour glistening. Ghost by my side. The Lord of Bones dead at my feet.

Lord Umber strode up, grinning wide.

"White Wolf!" he shouted. "You’ve saved my life and killed yourself a wildling chief!"

The men joined him in chorus:

"White Wolf!"
"White Wolf!"

POV: Thorin Stark
Jon finished his tale like he’d just recited a weather report—calm, composed. But I saw his knuckles whitening on the hilt of his sword. The memory still lived in his blood.

"Bloody hells," I muttered, grinning. "And they called me the Bloody Wolf."

We were older now. Not boys. Not yet men. Something in between—sharpened and tempered by war and steel and loss. The King would arrive soon.

And the game would change again.

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( POV Jamie Lannister )

I rode in behind the King as his Kingsguard I rode beside Ser Barristan Selmy, the Lord commander. Cersei, my other half rode in a carriage with Marcella and Tommen. Joffrey rode ahead of his mother followed by his loyal dog Clegane.

When we reached the Starks we dismounted. As the king went to greet his king old friend I inspected his children, the youngest a little boy aged eight name days, Bran I think his name was, he had his mothers hair and eyes.

The next youngest was a fierce looking young girl, Arya she was called, she was all her father she looked as if there wasn't an ounce of Tully blood in her. The next was the exact opposite all Tully no Stark, she looked every inch a southern girl who's gotten lost up here in the frozen north.

It was the next three that intrigued me the first had the same pale white skin of the North, he had the Stark grey eyes and his shoulder length black hair was pulled back out of his eyes. He also had the beginnings of a beard. He looked like a Stark though he didn't have the name. That was the Bastard of Winterfell, Jon Snow, The White Wolf.

The next was the twin to the heir of Lord Stark. Thorin Stark, The Bloody Wolf. He had the Stark black hair that was pulled back and tied into a long braid that rested on his shoulder. He had one Tully blue eye the other lost in an accident as a child and the socket was covered by a black leather eye patch. A large raven rested on his shoulder when we arrived but flew off when the boy bowed. The boy also had a small beard similar to both his brothers

The eldest Stark, Robb was known as the Young Wolf he had curly Tully hair down to his shoulders and the deep blue eyes of his mothers house. The three eldest Stark children where tall for there age and could easily pass for someone of sixteen name-days. They all stood with the grace of experienced warriors and on their faces where battle scars.

But sitting at the feet of the Stark children where their wolves. The wolves that belonged to the three youngest where the size of ponies and all various shades of grey and white. The wolves that belonged to the three eldest though Ghost, Fenrir and Greywind they where all solid colours.

Ghost was all white and had red eyes reminiscent of the Weirwoods these northerners love so much, it was also the smallest of the three. Fenrir was all black with deep blue eyes like his owner he was the same size as Greywind though he looked much fiercer. And Greywind was dark grey with golden eyes like the Direwolf on the Stark sigil.

"Take me to her Ned I wish to pay respect to the dead" the kings voice roused me from my thoughts.

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( POV Thorin Stark )

The King was a great disappointment, I was expecting the Demon of the Trident instead I got a fat man who could barley ride his horse. And the Crown Prince looked like an arse, the younger Prince and Princess looked like sweet children though there was not a Baratheon trait between any of them.

The Queen was as beautiful as the said. Then there was the Hound, one of the largest men I've ever seen easily the same size as Smalljon Umber though the Greatjon was still bigger. The Bold and The Kingslayer, they where both dangerous men perhaps the most dangerous men in the Seven Kingdoms and both where standing dutifully behind the fat king.

Currently I was getting ready to walk into the hall with Myrcella, usually Robb would have to do it as he was heir but as Wylla Manderly was visiting he would enter the hall with her as she is his betrothed. Myrcella is a sweet young girl though quite shy, she reminds me somewhat of Sansa.

The King and mother walked in first, followed by father and the Queen then the Crown Prince and Sansa after that Robb and Wylla then it was my turn I offered Myrcella my arm which she accepted we walked into the hall with all the grace expected of a Princess and a son of a Great Lord. Bran and Jon followed in behind me.

We sat at the high table I was beside Myrcella and while she was fine company I'd rather be with my brothers, I looked at Jon to see him laughing with Bran and I looked to Robb who was talking happily to Wylla.

"Why don't you tell me about the Red Keep" I asked the shy girl sitting with me and the beaming smile she gave me was infectious.

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( POV Thorin Stark )

I was getting ready to spar with Jon and Robb it was to be the three of us against eight Stark guards when our preparations were interrupted by the howl of a Direwolf, the Joel was answered by the Direwolves all around Winterfell including Fenrir and Greywind then they took of Ghost following behind them as silent as ever.

We all knew something was off if the wolves where acting like this so we followed after them. When we reached our destination I saw a small crowd gathering though no one could get very close as Summer was snarling loudly at anyone who approached.When we got closer we understood why, Bran was lying on the ground taking shallow breaths.

"Bran! No! Somebody get the Maester! Now!" I screamed at the crowd

Jon and Robb kneel beside me looking worried, then the other wolves came running our siblings following. I reached into my pouch and pulled out some Weirwood paste, it has some healing properties and it might help Bran. I feed the paste to him but it doesn't seem to do anything.

The Maester comes rushing to us followed by Mother and Father. Mother wails and rushes to his side and sat beside the Maester where he was sitting by Bran. I look up at the tower where he fell from, he didn't fall I thought him to climb myself, he was as good if not better than me at it. Someone pushed him.

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( POV Thorin Stark )

It was a sunny day, we where camped along the Trident on the way to Kings Landing. When we left Bran had just awoken he couldn't remember much, and his legs would be weak but apparently in a year or two he will be fully recovered.

I just finished training with a few of the guards when Fenrir came to me, judging by the blood he was hunting or some Lannister had a bad day. I decided to go check on Arya she should be along the riverbank playing with that butchers boy, Micah I think he was called. I quickened my pace the closer I got as I heard a commotion.

"I'm going to gut you! You little bitch!"

*THUNK*

I rushed i front of the swinging sword and caught it in my Weirwood hand. I looked down at the little shit who thought he could harm my family, I towered over anyone my age never mind someone two name days younger. As I done this Clegane began to unsheathe his sword only for Fenrir to jump on him and pin him down.

I clenched my hand and the sword bent beneath the strength of my Weirwood arm. I yanked the sword from his grasp and threw in on the ground beside me. I looked to Sansa and Arya.

"Sansa take Arya to Father and get the cut on her face checked." I told both of them calmly

"You can't!" The little Prince screamed at my sisters, MY SISTERS! I backhanded the pretentious shit. And he fell on he's arse

"You can't to this I'll tell my mother she's the Queen!" He shouted

"Then you best run boy, Fenrir is fast!" It was then he looked to my left and saw the great hulking black mass of muscle that is Fenrir and he looked as if he pissed himself. He then got up and ran as fast as he can.

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I was summoned before the king and I knew why, I knew I'd likely get in trouble for what I did but the shit stain of a Prince had it coming, he tried to hurt my little sister. You don't fuck with my family he's lucky he's still alive.

I was escorted by to Lannister guards I was in full armour though they took my sword and axe though I still had my hidden blades on my wrists so if it to a fight I could still kill a few Lannisters though I doubt it will come to that.

I walked into the tent and I saw the King sat on a wooden throne the Queen beside him, she was fussing over Joffrey the little shit with a bruised cheek. The younger Prince was there looking confused the Princess was there as well looking worried. I saw father there, looking furious his hand was on the hilt to his sword. He stood in front of Arya and Sansa and around them stood about twenty Stark guards.

"Bring the boy here." Came the thundering voice of King Robert

"Your Grace" I said calmly

"My son says you attacked him, is it true?" He asked me

"Aye your Grace, it is true." I responded

"See Robert he admitted it! I want his head!" Came the Queens shrill voice

"Robert I'll have you remember the last time a son of house Stark was killed by a king. What's next will you burn me alive or make of with my daughter." My father spoke with a fire in his voice a far cry from the usual icy voice of the Quiet Wolf.

"He's lucky hitting him was the only thing I did, he tried to kill my sister, I wasn't going to stand there and watch." I said in a heated voice that was not quite shouting.

"I'll not kill the boy and if what he says is true Joffrey had it coming" the King spoke in a voice that offered no debate.

"Hitting the Crown Prince is still treason! I say kill their wolves father!" Came the Princes annoying voice.

"Ned you'll send the wolves home back North along with your son, and that's final."

"As you say your Grace" Father said his voice back to its usual icy calmness the Quiet Wolf was known for.

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( POV Thorin Stark )

I sat across from Robb in fathers solar Jon sat beside me. A letter sat on the desk in front of us and it's contents filled me with rage who do they think they are to attack my Father, to slaughter good men of Winterfell. It was an insult that couldn't be left unanswered.

"What are you going to do about this?" Jon finally broke the silence with a question directed at Robb.

"The only thing I can." He replied and I knew what he meant. Them he looked to me

"Brother go fetch the Maester" he said and I did as he commanded

When I returned inside with the Maester I saw Robb writing a letter and looked on the desk there where a few more piled up all stamped with the Direwolf of House Stark.

"My Lord you asked for me?" The Maester questioned

"Yes these letters they are to be sent to each Lord of the North." He comanded

"If I may ask what do these letters contain" the Maester asked in a curious voice

"the Lannisters have attacked my father and his household in the streets of Kings Landing and I mean to call the banners." Robb said and in that moment he sounded a lot like father

"I'll do it right away Lord Stark" he said

"How large a host can we raise." I asked my brother

"Fifty thousand with enough time and unlimited gold, though we can only arm and feed around thirty thousand at a time." He replied

"Unfortunately where low on both" Jon replied in a grave voice

"I'm going to pray send for me if you need me." I told them both.

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( POV Thorin Stark )

I kneeled in front of the Heart tree as I had done for years before and asked for there blessing, I asked that they guide me and protect my family, my pack. I know the Old Gods ask for little but for my family I would give them the world.

"I will be marching to war soon." I spoke to the tree not truly expecting an answer

"War is different than killing a few Ironborn I've been told" I continued

"I ask that you keep my sword true and shield strong as you have all these years." I spoke again. I raised my Weirwood arm and put placed it on the Heart tree in front of me.

"Take me if you must but please spare my family." I asked in a whispered voice

"Why would we take your life when we where the ones that gave you it." Came a creaking voice from in front of me.

I looked up to see a sight i haven't seen since that day eight years ago, the eyes of the Heart tree glowed red and it's mouth was moving.

"You've spoke to me again. Why?" I asked filled with wonder at speaking to the Gods yet again

"Because you despair child of Stark, when there is no need to." It spoke, the trees voice full of wisdom

"The Old Gods are blind beyond the Neck but here in the North the Weirwoods see all" the tree continued to speak

"There are many secrets we learn of though we have never spoken them, but you Weirwood Wolf will be our champion." The tree spoke

"it has been written in the sands of time that you will go south and when your raven sours, your wolf runs free and you sound your horn the Heart trees will grow from the earth again and we will see." At some point it had began to snow though I didn't seem to realise as I was focused on the words the Old Gods where speaking

"What secrets do you speak of" I asked

"This castle has stood since Winter itself fell to the flaming sword, there are many secrets, too many to tell but the ones you seek, we will tell you how to find them."

"You must go to the deepest parts of the crypts where Brandon the Builder lays. What you find there you must bring here along with your brothers Robb and Jon, once here you will know what to do."

"I thank you Old one's of the Forrest for the knowledge you have bestowed on me." I thanked them

"Go child, we help you as you will help us, when you go south you will make us see again." The tree spoke one last time before returning to normal.

I hurried off to find the secrets that the tree spoke of.

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( POV Thorin Stark )

I was deep under the Winterfell now I the Crypts I told my brothers about my conversation with the Old Gods and they agreed that I should go and find this secret, so that's what I did. I was near now I could feel it.

When I finally reached the deepest parts of the crypt I set my eyes upon the tomb of the first King in the North the Builder himself. There was a statue that was sat atop the stone throne like all Starks after him, though the features where worn. And sat in its lap where normally a rusted iron sword would sit sat a hammer in perfect condition.

I held the hammer in my hands reverently, this was the hammer that built Winterfell, The Wall, Hightower and Storms End along with giants and magic. Though some how i new that this ancient artefact wasn't what I was sent to find so I set it back in the hands of The Builders statue and continued my search.

It was only a few minutes until I found what I was looking for eggs. Three to be exact, all a mix of white and dark blue. Placed on top of the eggs where three crowns.

The first and largest was an open circlet of hammered bronze incised with the runes of the First Men, surmounted by nine black iron spikes wrought in the shape of longswords. There where two snarling Direwolves on the front and amber was set where the eyes would be.

The two others where much the same a circlet of bronze, the runes of the First Men carved into it. They both had two snarling Direwolves on the front. The eyes of one being sapphire the other being ruby. The colour of the eyes where the only way to tell the difference between the crowns.

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( POV Thorin Stark )

We stood in front of the Heart tree each of us had a crown in our hands we knew we couldn't where them it they would have to be hidden, as would the Dragons when they where hatched. Somehow when we gazed upon them we just knew what we needed to do.

We took some of the Weirwood leaves and ground them down into a paste them infused the paste with our blood. After we did that we smeared the blood paste on the eggs and placed the eggs amongst the roots of the Heart tree. After a few minutes it began to snow but we didn't seem to feel the cold we stood there for hours until the moon was high in the sky we and the snow continued to fall.

When our wolves returned to us from where they where hunting we knew they must have sensed the dragons where close to hatchi—

*CHIRP* *CHIRP* *CHIRP*

We looked to the roots of the Heart tree immediately they where crawling out of the snow they ended up berried under they tried to roar but it sounded more like a chirp, then they tried to breath fire but they only really made sparks but the sparks where blue and instead of melting any snow it turned the snow to ice.

"Ice dragons." Jon said breathlessly

"Aye snow seems it" I replied just as amazed

Robb just continued looking at the Dragons one began to crawl to wards him so he kneeled before it and took of his glove and offered his hand to the dragon the Dragon sniffed his hand then nuzzled into it. A Dragon began to go towards Jon and another towards me. It went the same for me and Jon as it did for Robb.

I held my Dragon close to my chest he was a mainly dark blue almost black. I held him up so my brothers could see him, Alduin. I named him.
Jon held his out to for us to see, it was mostly white though it did have some dark blue parts. Parthunax he named him. Robb did the same, his was a mix of white and blue. Odahvin he named him.

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( POV Robb Stark )

It was a cold day though all the days seem cold in the North now, the late summer snows have become more frequent, Winter Is Coming and coming soon. We stood in front of the great keep to welcome Lord Magnar the lord of Skagos, they have answered the call of house Stark as the rest of the North has. My thoughts where interrupted by the sound of hooves.

Lord Magnar rode in on the back of the of a Unicorn that Skagos where so famous for. It was a dark brown horse bigger than most stallions it's mane and tail blacker than night. Though it was its horn that caught the attention of everyone present. It was a dangerous looking thing, it was spiralled into a sharp point and the horn shone silver in the sunlight.

The unicorn was armoured in bronze as was its rider. It's rider was a large man cloaked in fur, leather and armour. The other ten men that accompanied him wore the same armour and rode the same unicorns. Though they weren't as big.

In Lord Mangar's hand was a lance though instead of being made of wood and steel it was made from a narwhal's horn. In his other hand was a shield, with the green lobster on white holding a black harpoon, house Magnars sigil. He dismounted his Unicorn and bowed to me though I saw his eyes glance as Greywind repeatedly.

"Lord Stark, you have called and house Magnar and the whole of Skagos has answered." He spoke in a gruff voice

"And house Stark appreciates your loyalty." I replied.

"House Stark has never called Skagos before and to show that we are as loyal as the day we became your Lord we have gifts." He said and gestured to someone behind him

Someone brought three Unicorns both as big as the one Lord Magnar rode all three of them dark brown almost black with a black mane and tail there horns shining silver in the light except the middle it seemed to shine a silver-gold. All three where armoured in bronze.

"For you and your brothers Lord Stark." The said and pointed to the unicorn.

"Your generosity in appreciated Lord Magnar, you have the thanks of all house Stark." I told him.

"Now shall we retire to the hall on the morrow we will have a war council with all the Lords present." I said and the Lord of Skagos nodded in agreement

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( POV Robb Stark )

"King Robert is dead." I exclaimed to the Lords gathered shocking them.

"And my father has been imprisoned in the Black Cells by 'Good king Joffrey' for treason" I continued shocking them further each of them knew my Father, Eddard Stark would die before committing treason.

"King Joffrey has commanded I come to Kings Landing to swear fealty to the crown and to witness my fathers punishment." That got angry grumbling from the assembled Lords they clearly remembered the last time a Lord Stark was ordered to go to Kings Landing by a King.

"I'm inclined to agree to his request. I'll go to Kings Landing but not alone, no I'll go with thirty thousand Northmen at my back and I'll return with my Father, my sisters and Joffrey Waters head!" I said in a heated voice

"Joffrey Waters My Lord? he's a bastard?" Asked Hugo Wull one of the Clan chiefs of the Mountain Clans

"Aye we got another letter, this one from Stannis Baratheon claiming that the royal children are not Roberts at all but the Kingslayers." I explained to them

"The Kingslayers bastard has put a Lord Paramount in the Black Cells! The boy is a fool!" Lord Karstark exclaimed loudly

"When do we march My Lord?" The question came from Maege Mormont

"With in the fortnight. We will join with the rest of your hosts along the Kings road and meet the Reeds of Greywater Watch at Moat Cailin." I answered

"And who will lead the Vanguard" Came the whispery voice of Roose Bolton and everyone became very interested, they all wanted to lead I knew

"Galbart Glover will lead the Van." Came my calm response

"I'll not march behind no Glover!" The Greatjon roared as he stood from his seat.

"Lord Umber sit down!" Jon shouted back as he and Thorin got up from our seats though I remained sitting.

"I will lead the Van or I'll march my men back to Last Hearth." He continued to shout ignoring Jon entirely

"Then maybe when we've had our fill of lion meat in the south we'll march back North and make a giant a head shorter!" Thorin shouted at the large Lord of Last Hearth

"I'll not be threatened by boys so green they piss grass!" The Greatjon shouted yet again this time his hand went to his sword

The sword wasn't even half way out of it sheath when Synin was pecking at his hand but before he could even think of swatting the bird away he was pinned to the ground beneath Greywind Fenrir and Ghost not far behind Thorin and Jon where half way around the table ready to kill him at a moments notice. But through all of that I remained seated. My face unchanging as if it was carved of stone.

"It means death to bare steel against your Lord, but no doubt the Greatjon meant to cut my meat." I said as I slowly rose from my seat at the head of the table

"Your meat, is blood tough." He said as he rose after Greywind moved off him.

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( POV Jon Snow )

We stood in the Godswood with all the Lords of the North, Robb brought them here to show them the Dragons. Thorin sent Synin out into the Godswood to find them a few minutes ago and they should move back soon.

"Lord Stark why have you brought us here?" lord Manderly asked Robb

"Them my Lord." Robb replied pointing into the sky.

"Birds?" Lady Mormont asked confused

"Not birds my Lady, Dragons." Thorin told her shocking her along with the other lords.

"What!" Came the shocked reply from many Lords

"This my Lords is how we are going to beat the Lannisters." I spoke for the first time since we came here.

"For Winter is Coming, and house Stark brings it!" Robb finished as Alduin, Parthunax and Odahin breath their blue flames and it begins to snow.

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( POV Robb Stark )

We stood in front of the great keep before Bran in the arms of the the giant man Walder or Hodor as he's more commonly known. The Wildling woman was also there as was Maester Luwin. They where all wrapped up in furs as it had snowed last night and it was a particularly chilly morning. Me Jon and Thorin though, we where in full armour ready to march.

"You'll listen to the Maesters advice, wont you." Jon said to him

"And always keep Summer close he will be your truest protector." Thorin said after

"Bran, you are the Stark of Winterfell and you must rule until mother comes back. You'll make me proud I know you will." I told him

We finished our goodbyes and walked to our mounts the Unicorns gifted to us my Lord Magnar they where dark beasts outfitted with bronze armour and Jon and Thorin's had a silver horn, mine though had a golden horn. After the wolves finished there own goodbyes with summer they came up beside us. We rode out the gates of Winterfell the dragons soaring above us each of them the size of large hounds they where roaring away in the sky. Synin watching over them.

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( POV Howland Reed )

Many of the Lords will be surprised that I left the Neck, I haven't done so since Roberts rebellion since I took that wound outside that Gods forsaken tower since I fought Sword in the Morning if you could call that a fight. I still remember lying on the ground my brothers in arms dying around me watching Ned fight that so called Knight and cheering to my self when he slipped and when he lost his head.

They call him a true knight all across the realm I know they do but what kind of 'true knight' stands by the door as a girl is raped, he helped the Mad Dragon prince steal the woman who helped me so much, and for that I'll never forgive him. But the thing that made me finally leave the Neck was a dream I had, I could have sent a envoy to Moat Cailin but I needed to see if it was true.

I dreamt that a black wolf, a grey wolf and a white wolf stood in front of a Heart tree eggs at there feet, then the eggs hatched and three baby dragons came out. The people of the neck haven't forgotten that dreams have power. I stood with the help on a cane in the courtyard of Moat Cailin, my daughter and son beside me. We could hear the hoof beats getting closer.

The first thing I noticed was the mounts they where on. They where large horses dark in colour and they had a shining horn on the head. The second thing I noticed was the large Direwolves by there side a dark grey one with gold eyes Greywind, then it was the white one with red eyes, Ghost then the black one with blue eyes, Fenrir.

Then I saw the Dragons flying high in the sky they where only the size of a small wolf but I knew they would grow and when they did nothing would stop them. It was then I finally looked to the riders. The first had the Stark look though I knew he wasn't the heir, he was Jon Snow, the white wolf. Then I looked to the next he had his fathers hair and his mothers eyes, Thorin Stark the Bloody Wolf.

It was then I looked to the last and at first glance you wouldn't tell he was Neds son, he looked all his mother, but when you look past his colouring you saw that he actually looked quite a lot like his father. That must be Robb Stark the Young Wolf

"Lord Stark Moat Cailin is yours" I said to the young lord

"My Lord my father has always spoke very highly of you, I'm glad to have met you." He replied.

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(POV Jon Snow )

We sat in the tent waiting for Lady Stark to return from negotiations with Walder Frey. Thorin and Robb where talking about what they thought Lord Freys price will be, both thought it would be to high. But I was lost in thought I was still trying to process what I learned from Lord Reed a few weeks past.

The meeting started of normally, Robb requested Lord Reed send his Son and Daughter to Winterfell to be with Bran and then after he agreed he told us about how he was there at the tower of joy with Father. He also said that he was there on the journey, he said that if I wanted he could tell me who my mother was.

And so he told me, told me of my father and his relationship with Ashara Dayne at Harrenhall, how he planned to marry her. He told me of how father had to marry Lady Stark in his brothers place and of the Tower of Joy and the fight with Ser Arthur Dayne, the Sword in the Morning how father killed him.

He then spoke of how he returned to Starfall with Dawn and told the lord where to find Ser Arthur's bones, how he went to Ashara to tell her the news personally and how he found out that she was pregnant and had just given birth to a son though there was meant to be a daughter as well, but she was born still born.

He told me of how she begged that Ned take me and how in her grief from loosing her daughter, her close friend Elia and her brother she threw her self from a tower. After that meeting me and my brothers went to the Godswood and I cried for a mother and a sister that I will never Know.

It was then the tent opened and Lady Stark entered, she didn't look at me, she hasn't really acknowledged me since Thorin shouted at her for trying to send me to the Nights Watch instead of fostering, he had never shouted at her before mad hasn't since but my brothers fury is a sight to behold and so she ignores me.

"Mother what are his terms." Robb asked

"Steep, as we knew they would be." She replied

"Stop stalling mother and tell us." Came Thorin's inpatient reply

"He wants his son for both of your squires, a marriage of one of his daughters to Thorin, one of his grandsons for Arya and two grandsons fostered at Winterfell, he also said that he'll 'give a rivers for your snow' as he put it." She listed the many demands.

"Dam him! Dam him and his stupid bridge to the seven hells!" Robb said in frustration

"Brother, give me one hundred Mormont men I will give you the Twins." Thorin said to Robb

"What's your plan brother." I asked him and he told us

"If your sure this will work, then we'll be waiting for the sound of your horn." Robb told him

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I'd scouted ahead with Synin for a week we had been sitting outside that Gods forsaken castle until the Old Weasel decided to give his outrageous terms, so I knew every crevice of the castle by now so I also knew where it was easiest to climb.

So when the moon was high in the sky we rowed out and scaled the walls. I went first, I climbed to a window that has been open for the whole week we had been camped out side in fact the room I chose hadn't been opened since we got here. It was a large room but it was in disrepair.

Once I was in I took the rope ladder tied around me, I attached the hooks to the walls and threw the ladder down. Slowly the room began to fill until everyone was in and we could barely move. I threw open the door and rushed out my sword, Kingmaker in one hand, the Mormont men followed each with a sword or spear in one hand and a shield with the Black bear on a green field proudly displayed.

I lead them through the hallways we encountered few guards and those we did didn't stand much of a chance against the battle hardy people of bear island. I lead them to the gate house.

"Get this gate opened." I said to a few of the Mormont men.

When that was done I led the men down into the court yard where the Frey guards where gathering. When I reached the court yard I took my horn from my belt and raised it to my lips.

*AHOOOOOOOH* my horn echoed as the runes carved into it glowed blue

"Shield wall!" I called to the Mormont men. We only had to hold the position until Robb and the rest of the Northmen arrive and in the small courtyard numbers mattered less than skill.

"Hear We Stand!" I shouted the Mormont words at the top of my voice and the men answered the same then we braced for the impact of the Frey men at arms. The wall held strong as the Freys threw themselves against it, I slipped Kingmaker in between the gaps of the shield wall and a Frey guard died.

It continued minutes until we finally heard the war horns that signalled the arrival of the Northmen. As I heard the sound of soldiers approaching from behind I broke the shield wall and charged the ranks of the stunned Freys the Mormont men following me, then the Karstark, then Umbers then a dozen more.

"For the North!" I shouted and the men took up the call

I beheaded some Frey knight and looked around the battle it was mostly Karstark and Umber men. I also saw Ghost his white fur red with blood. I saw a grey blur then a dying Frey so it wasn't hard to guess what happened there. I also saw Fenrir with half a Frey in his mouth.

Jon and Robb where there as well and wherever they went on the battlefield Freys died in abundance. After the battle in the courtyard was finished I looked around the battlefield and saw there where a lot more dead Freys than there where Northmen.

"We have to clear the keep out, Thorin take some of Lord Tallhart's men and bring Lord Frey to me." Robb commanded me.

"I'll go right away." I responded

I lead twenty Tallhart men through the halls of the keep we came across a few guards that where quickly dispatched. When we finally reached the Lords chamber we found it barred. And it might have shown us down if I didn't bring Alduin with me.

"Alduin Frostfyre." I commanded him as I pointed at the door.

He seemed to understand and soon the door was nothing but chunks of frozen wood. We rushed in through the door cutting down anyone in our path. I approached the Old Lord he tried to speak but I wasn't in the mood to listen so I grabbed a bit of cloth from his bedside and stuffed it in his mouth.

"You two grab him we need to bring him to the hall." I said as I pointed to two of the men

We dragged the lord back into the hall where Robb was waiting the other lords where there standing in the ruined hall there blood stains on the floor though there where no bodies. As I entered the hall all the Lords stopped their conversations and looked to me and the old Lord.

I brought the lord to the centre of the hall and threw him on the floor I pulled the cloth from his mouth, he immediately tried to talk and so I backhanded him with my Weirwood hand.

"You'll speak when spoken too Frey." I spat at him in disdain. Then I turned to address Robb

"Lord Stark I have made sure that Late Lord Frey has arrived on time." I said to him causing a few laughs from around the room the most noticeable being the Greatjons booming laugh.

"Lord Frey the Riverlands burn and your Lord has called your house to arms yet you remain in you castle with the full force of the Twins, well half the force of the Twins now." Robb said with all the respect due which is none

"Who do you think you are boy to speak to me like that, under my own roof!"

"Thorin hit him again." Came Robb's response and I did, this time in the stomach

"Tell me Lord Frey, will your sons surrender in exchange for your life?" Robb asked in a tone that said he already knew the answer

"Not a chance boy." The lord wheezed

"Then your life holds little value." Robb said

"Wha-"

"I'd take your life myself but it was my Uncle and Grandfather who you've insulted so it shall be them who dispenses your punishment." Robb cut the lord off

"Take him from my sight." He said as gestured to two Stark guards

"Send a message to the other castle tell then they have till mid day tomorrow to surrender or I'll feed them to the wolves." Robb said to the castles Maester in an even voice.

"Right away My Lord." He said afraid then scurried off

"What do you think they'll say." Jon asked

"If they have any sense they'll surrender." Robb replied

"Freys having sense, your mad brother." I said with a snort getting a few chuckles from my brothers.

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( POV Jon Snow )

I sat beside Thorin who sat beside Robb at the high table. On the other side of Robb was Lady Stark we sat in full armour. I sat in silence in my seat staring at Ser Stevron Frey the Lord of the Twins now that his Lord Father was taken prisoner. Thorin was lazily twirling his axe in his left hand while glaring at the Lord. Ser Stevon was trying not to look at The Bloody Wolf lest he piss himself.

Robb sat his with his elbows on the table and the clawed fingers of his gauntlets intertwined. Ser Strevon and the rest of the Freys kept throwing fearful glances at the wolves that where lying across the floor though you could tell they where alert, they also threw fearful glasses at the Dragons that sat in the rafters and stared down at them.

"It seems you have taken our gracious offer of mercy, and surrendered." Robb said his voice even

"Yes My Lord we have." Came Ser Stevon's shaky reply

"Good, it was your father who refused us access to the bridge, you Ser are blameless so your family is free to go." Robb told them

"Thank you My Lord, Thank you. The Freys of the Crossing will be your loyal servants." Ser Strevon said happily.

"You don't seem to understand, Ser, you are no longer a Frey of the Crossing you are free to leave this castle with your life and go somewhere else but the Lord of the Twins is the Brynden 'Blackfish' Tully." Robb said shocking the Freys

"Where do expect us all to go!" Came Ser Strevon outraged response

"Why my lord, surely there is someone who would take you in, the Freys are well loved after all." Thorin said to him in a mocking voice. Ser

Strevon looked like he wanted to say something until he heard the deep growl coming from across the room he looked to see Fenrir beginning to stand, that shit him up quickly, when he looked back to Thorin he saw him sitting with a smirk on his face.

"You'll will have a weeks supply of food, and you'll leave before sun down. Now go." Robb said. After the Freys left Robb turned to me.

"Brother I have an important task for you carry out."

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( POV Tyrion Lannister )

It all began so suddenly, I had been sitting in on fathers war councils since I returned from the Vale with the mountain clans, so I wasn't surprised that there was a battle, we knew they where coming but we thought they where a long way off. But they weren't

When the moon was high in the sky we where awoke by a war horn, followed by a roar, then the sounds of hooves then death. The sound of death was the loudest. I rushed outside of my tent my armour poorly put on and my axe in my hand but it was chaos.

Everything was burning but the fire was blue. And instead of it being unbelievably warm as it should have been with the Lannisters camp being aflame it was cold. So cold. All around there was Lannisters and Mountain clansmen dying to large men clad in leather and fur, wielding axes and torches alight with pale blue fire.

Then there was the mounted men. They rode on strange beast out of legend. There where large men in bronze armour riding Unicorns, but these weren't the unicorns from the stories I was told as a child no these where great beasts larger than stronger than most warhorses and armoured in bronze. They had a spiralled horn on their head that felled many Lannister men.

Then there the wingless dragons, great hulking green scaled beasts. They where the size the size of bears and they tore men limb from limb. Riding these great beasts where small men, not as small as me by any standards. They wore leather and wielded three pronged spears and small shields.

I danced around the battlefield trying not to get stepped on for only a few minutes until I saw him. He fought like a demon with his flaming sword, nothing like the quite boy I met in Winterfell. Jon Snow also danced around the battlefield but his was less stumbling more graceful where ever he went flame and death followed.

He swung his flaming and men died, his silent wolf was never far behind tearing men apart soon enough he was near me. He wasn't trying to get near me I knew from the surprise in his eyes when he saw me though that surprise quickly vanished when he was engaged by Bronn

They fought for a few minutes their swords a blur of steel and flame until Bronn made a mistake and Jon hit the left side of his face with his sword. It barely made contact his ear went flying off and the left side of his face became burned by the blue fire.

Once Bronn was lying on the ground he turned to me, he looked around and pointed to two large men and gestured for them to come closer. He turned back to me I tried to say something, I don't know what, I might have begged or shouted but before I could I was hit over the head.

"Grab the Imp we return to my brother." Was the last thing I heard.

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( POV Jon Snow )

Our plan worked as I knew it would. It was a well thought out plan, me, Robb and Thorin spent days perfecting it. I was sent out with six thousand Northmen of the thirty thousand strong host. Two thousand where mounted Skagosi, three thousand where men of the mountain clans on foot. And a thousand where Cranogmen archers and Lizard-Lion riders.

Robb tasked me with keeping The Old Lion occupied while he marched to face Jamie Lannister. It is said that there is no greater scouts than the mountain clansman, who grew up in the mountains of the North. So I used my own scouts to kill Tywins so the only knowledge he had about our movements was days old.

We where to perform a night raid, burn everything in sight and retreat with as little causalities as possible. I had decided last minute to have Parthunax light a large fire that I used to light the torches aswell as my sword. We weren't expected to kill the Old Lion or capture any prisoners we just had to ensure they didn't out flank the main host.

That was until I came across the Imp. It was a opportunity I couldn't pass up so I grabbed him and sounded the retreat. No doubt the Old Lion will try to follow but we aren't following the main road we cut the the forrest and down the valleys. The Unicorns faced no difficulty with the terrain no matter how rough it became, and the mountain clansmen felt at home in the rocky forrest, the Westermen won't have that easy of a time.

At this pace I should reach Robb and Thorin before while they Marched to break the siege of Riverrun.

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( POV Thorin Stark )

I was given command of the east flank. He gave me the Mallister, Umber and the Mormont men. Karstark was given the lead in the North with the remaining Northern cavalry. Robb himself was on on the west flank with the Rivermen remaining from the battle of The Golden Tooth, as well as the men of the Crossing left after the Storming of the Twins.

The trap was simple the Blackfish would ride out with his personal banner displayed and be sure to be seen by some Lannister scouts when Jamie Lannister realises that he may be able to catch the Blackfish he will ride out with his full cavalry force and give chase.

The Blackfish will lead the Kingslayer into a narrow valley in the Whispering Woods, it was then my part came in. I was to blow my horn to signal the charge. The Kingslayer would be surrounded, out numbered and taken by surprise it would be a massacre.It was then I heard the hoof beats in the distance I could see them I got my horn ready.

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( POV Jamie Lannister )

I rode as fast as I could to catch the Blackfish. The Blackfish was one of the few threats left in the Riverlands, soon Riverrun would fall and Father would crush the Northern host camped outside the Twins, but the Blackfish he was the only one who could rally the Riverlands. I followed after into a narrow valley in the Whispering Woods and we where gaining gro—

*AAHHOOOOOOH*

Came the low sound that couldn't be anything but a war horn. It was a trap, I knew instantly. One second we where riding the next there where arrows flying, horses charging Lannisters dying and above it all was the Stark banner high in the sky, the Northern host was here slaughtering us not at the Twins.

I looked around the battlefield and knew instantly it was lost, there was no getting out I'd been outplayed I knew but if I was going to die then I might as well take the Stark boy with me. So I rode for the Stark banner though I didn't make it very far until I was falling from my horse. I got up and unsheathed my sword ready to cut my way through all these Northern barbarians.

"KINGSLAYER! COME AND DIE!"

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I saw an arrow go though the neck of the Kingslayers horse. I saw him fall, get up and take out his sword. So I leaped from my mount unsheathed my own sword Kingmaker and began to advance towards him.

"KINGSLAYER! COME AND DIE!" I shouted at him he turned to me and I saw recognition in his eyes.

"You ask for death Stark" he said to me

"Death comes for us all and when my day comes I will face it with a sword in my hand, but today is not that day." I replied as I twirl Kingmaker lazily in my hand

"Now come and fight me Ser unless your are afraid of a boy half your age." That got him angry, good angry opponents are easier to beat

He charged me and swung his sword with surprising speed but it wasn't fast enough as my own sword lashed out to meet his and sparks flew as our blades clashed. He swung again and again he hit nothing but steel. I swung next but he blocked the strike my second swing was dogged and my third glanced off his shoulder leaving no damage.

He swung again I deflected this one and countered with a quick slash at his thigh that made contact. Due to his pain his next attack was sloppy so I ducked under the horizontal slash and stamped his wounded leg causing him to buckle. He fell onto his knees, he looked up and opened his mouth to say something but before he could I punched him in the face with my Weirwood hand."

All around me Lannister men whet dying or throwing down their arms. When the last pockets of fighting died down the men began to cheer Young Wolf and Bloody Wolf echoed in the valley as the Battle in the Whispering Woods came to an end.

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( POV Tywin Lannister )

I stood in the wreckage of what was the Lannister camp all around there where the remains of tents and the ground was covered in what I at first thought was ash but is apparently snow. There was still blue fire burning in some parts of the camp and Lannister bodies littered the snow covered ground.

I had just been given a report by Kaven apparently we lost five thousand soldiers while the North lost only eight hundred and if that wasn't bad enough my son was one of those losses. His sell sword lost his ear and half of his face is scarred with frostbite, he shares a resemblance to the hound now.I stood in front of the only prisoner who knows anything some clan chief Brandon Norrey.

"So what is it you know." I demanded from the large fur clad man

"Ha you think you've only lost one son to the North then your wrong 'Old Lion'." He said

"What do you mean!" I demanded again though he just looked back defiantly

"You'll know any day now" he said and no matter how many times I questioned him he refused to answer.

"Hang him" I commanded Kaven

They took my sons, they mocked house Lannister I won't stand for it they will, hear me roar!

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( POV Eddard Stark )

I stood in front of a large crowd of smallfolk they would call me traitor without knowing anything. Fools I would never betray Robert he was my brother in all but blood and I won't stand here and lie. My time in this world is over I know it, my sons come south with an army at there back they will save my daughters.

"My name is Eddard Stark and King Robert Baratheon first of his name made me Hand of the King after Jon Arryn was killed by Queen Cersei Lannister!" That shocked everyone at court as they expected me to confess

"He found out that Joffrey Waters was the Kingslayers Bastard, and when I found out that our so called King was a bastard born of incest she called me traitor and sentenced me to die."

"Payne bring me his head!" Came Joffrey's shrill voice that sounds so much like his mothers

My head was forced to the block Ilyn Payne took Ice from it sheath, he means to kill me with my own sword. I looked to my left and saw Sansa's horrified face i looked to the crowd and saw Arya, then I looked down and saw no more.

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( Tyrion Lannister )

We where dragged to the Weirwood tree, apparently it wasn't here a few days ago, it had sprung from the ground when the Starks set camp. I've heard his men say it means the Wolves of War, the brothers new names, are blessed by the Old Gods

We were dragged in front of the Weirwood the face carved to look like an angry snarl. Amongst the roots sat the three Direwolves. The black blending into the shadows, the white baring a striking resemblance to the tree itself and the grey staring at us alert as ever. In the branches there where dragon actual real dragons.

Once I stopped staring at the dragons I looked around the floor was blanketed by snow and in the ground where many banners. There where many, the silver eagle of Mallister, the black bear of Mormont, the sunburst of Karstark and a dozen others but there where four that caught my eye.

The first was a black trout leaping over a bridge, that must be the new Lord of the Crossing. The next was the Stark banner but on either side there was customised banners.

The first looked like the Stark banner but instead of a grey wolf with gold eyes on a field of white it was a white wolf with red eyes on a black field . The banner of the white wolf Jon Snow.

The second also looked like the Stark banner but instead it was a black wolf with dark blue eyes on a blood red field. The banner of Thorin Stark the Bloody Wolf.

"In the North it's said that a man can't tell a lie in front of a heart tree." Robb Stark spoke finally ending the silence

"So tell me Kingslayer, did you throw my brother from the window of the broken tower?" He asked his voice icy and his face seemed carved out of stone.

"I did." Came Jamie's short response.

I looked to him in surprise, how could he do that. The lords present clearly agreed as angry mutterings of Kingslayer and only seven could be heard. He at least had the decency to look ashamed.

"Your lucky I need you alive because my brother would enjoy hurting you for all you've done." Lord Stark said as he gestured to The Bloody Wolf who was snarling like the wolves that rose from where they sat amongst the roots. The Dragons had also began to roar in anger.

"Tell me Kingslayer." The bloody wolf snarled at us

"what hand did you use to throw him from the tower" he continued

"My left." Jamie said as confused as me.

"I said I needed you alive not whole. Jon hold him." As he said that Jon Snow got up and Jamie began to struggle in his chains.

"No! No! Please don't!" Jamie cried out

"Tell me Kingslayer did my brother beg?" Jon Snow whispered in my brothers ear loud enough for me to hear

"Please! No!" Jamie continued to beg

"Thorin Winters Fang." Lord Stark said and held a hand out, that was quickly filled by The Bloody Wolfs axe

As Jamie begged mercy and Jon Snow held him in place Lord Stark raised the axe high in the air and swung with all his strength. Jamie's hand dropped to the ground and he wailed, I'd never seen him cry before. But after a minute of crying he fainted.

"Get the wound looked at then put him back in the cells." Lord Starks icy voice broke threw the silence as he hands the axe back to his brother.

"You imp. You I don't need alive or otherwise." He said and I felt chills

"Your going to kill me?" I asked fearfully

"No they say that we're doing your father a favour keeping you away from him so we'll give you back and ruin his day." The reply came from Thorin Stark.

"You will return to your fathers host with our terms and your brothers hand." He told me and I felt relief that I would leave alive and soon.

"And what are these terms." I asked

"My father returned as Lord of Winterfell, my sisters returned unharmed, Ice returned to us, the bones of the Stark men and women your sister butchered in the streets returned and should the iron throne call the Northern banners expect us to march slowly." He listed his demands

"And should the the 'good king Joffrey refuse our terms remind him that Winter is Coming." Thorin quoted the Stark words and I got chills again, how can there me so much power in such simple words.

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( POV Thorin Stark )

The Lords sat arguing what king we should support but I already have my answer I've had my answer since the day I found the Dragon eggs in the crypts of Winterfell and I saw the Crown of Winter. I stood from my seat loudly drawing the attention of all the lords in the tent, I walked to the the centre of the tent and began to speak.

"My Lords tell me why we should kneel to any southern king! A King who has never set foot in the North! A King who has never felt the true chill of Winter! I will kneel to one King! A King of Winter! Robb Stark is my brother, My Lord, and the only King I'll ever kneel to! For I know no King, but the King in the North!"

As I said king in the North i unsheathed Kingmaker from my back and kneeled to him, the Lords followed my example each one shouting Robb Stark, Young Wolf or King of Winter. But the one heard the most was King in the North.

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( POV Brynden Tully )

My grand-nephew, the king gave me command of the Vanguard, he tasked me to lead the Rivermen who have joined his graces host and attack the northern camp, the White Wolf rode beside me, the Bastard of Winterfell that Cat was so worried would steal her sons birthright. He was a nice young lad who cared deeply about his family. I bore him no ill will and he is a proven warrior.

His grace would command the majority of the Northern cavalry from the west he would lead the charge. Some how my other grand-nephew had snuck into Riverrun and he was to lead the men out from Riverrun itself and catch the Northern camp between Rivermen and Northmen.The last camp was to be taken by the footmen under the command of Lady Mormont.

"My Lord, it's time." Jason Mallister I nodded and brought my horse around to the Snow boy.

"Light those fires of yours" my voice respectful as he is my kings brother

"Aye my lord, Parthunax Frostfyre." He said to his dragon, thats grown to the size of a large wolf, and he pointed to large fire pits that had been set up.

The dragon flew over the fire pits and breathed its cold blue flames. The men went to one of the fires and began to light there torches in awe. Jon Snow mounted his horse raised his sword above his head and his dragon lit it on fire as well, the men watched reverently as the boy slowly rode his Unicorn into position Wolf at his side, flaming sword in his hand dragon flying above him. They looked at him how they look at his brothers, like they where Gods. I rode up beside him and took out my own sword.

"For Riverrun! For the North!" I shouted and the men cheered we rode into the camp at full speed, the first men we killed where still asleep, they died burning in there beds, then we killed men grabbing there weapons. Then they tried to mount a defence but half dressed, tired leaderless men stand little chance against fully prepared men attacking with surprise.

The resistance didn't last long. I saw men from the west trying to cross the Tumblestone on rafts only to be hit by stones from the walls a of Riverrun they quickly sunk and drowned in the rushing river.

Then I heard the war horn that sounded his graces adult on the western camp and I saw the gates of Riverrun open and I knew the battle was won. And now I have to convince my fool of a nephew to bend the knee to Robb.

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( POV Tytos Blackwood )

I stood on the battlements of Riverrun beside me was Thorin Stark, The Bloody Wolf. He showed up in my room last night letter in hand, a letter from his brother the King in The North, the letter said that I should have the men ready to ride out at the sound of his war horn.

And so I readied my men and I waited I saw the burning of the Northern camp and I had wanted to ride out then but the Bloody Wolf disagreed, he said that there was a plan and that I should follow it. The Wolves of War haven't lost a battle yet so I listened.

But now it was time Thorin Stark sent his raven out a few minutes ago then he turned to me and told me that we should ready the men to sally out, other southern houses might not know about wargs but we can trace our history back to the Firstmen the Blackwoods remember the tales of the old warg king, so I knew his information to be true.

So when the battle started the drawbridge was lowered, the gates opened and four thousand Rivermen rode out of Riverrun in full force. We crushed the Lannisters between a Northern host, four thousand strong our own men equal in number. The Lannisters where dead before they knew what was happening, it was a massacre.

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( POV Jon Snow )

We sat in the great hall of Riverrun we where having a feast in celebration of the victory of the battle of the Camps, it was a crushing defeat for the Lannisters, with them losing eight thousand men the remaining four thousand running back to The Old Lion.

I sat beside my brothers at the high table we sat at the high table in a place of honour, Lord Edmure had tried to sit me lower down with the other lords but once the Blackfish mentioned that I was fighting by his side while he cowered in a Lannister cell allowed me to sit by my brothers.

The Dragons sat in the rafters as lords threw them looks of awe and fear, the Direwolves got similar looks where they sat at our feet. We where sat in our finest cloths of dark grey and black and on our heads sat our crowns.

The largest crown was Robb's, an open circlet of hammered bronze incised with the runes of the First Men, surmounted by nine black iron spikes wrought in the shape of longswords. There where two snarling Direwolves on the front and amber was set where the eyes would be.

Thorin's and my crown is much the same, a circlet of bronze, the runes of the First Men carved into it. They both had two snarling Direwolves on the front. The eyes of mine being ruby the other being sapphire. The colour of the eyes where the only way to tell the difference between our crowns.

Edmure got up from his seat and went to the venture of the hall. The lords stopped their conversation to pay attention to what he was about to say.

"My lords, in our time of need, when the Riverlands burned of King Joffrey's orders it was not Stannis or Renly who came to our aid." He said and I knew what he was going to say

"No it was Robb Stark! The Young Wolf! The King in the North! The King of the Trident!" As he finished he kneeled in front of Robb and all the other Riverlords did the same, they swore loyalty and named him King of the Trident

"You have named me King of the Trident, and I am grateful. But I have important business to address as King." Robb said to the Riverlords as he made his way to the centre of the hall after the lords returned to their seats.

"Jon Snow kneel before me." Robb said and as I did so Thorin walked to his side in his hand was Robb's sword Dawnbreaker. He offered Robb the sword and he took it.

"Jon Snow do you swear your loyalty and the loyalty of all your descendants to the Starks of Winterfell." Robb asked me as I kneeled before him.

"I swear it by blood and earth, by sea and sky, by bronze and iron, I swear it by ice and fire, on the Old Gods of the Forrest, my loyalty is yours now until the end of time." I swore my self and my descendants to the Starks of Winterfell.

"You kneeled as Jon Snow, now rise as Prince Jon Stark, The White Wolf, The Shield of the North, The Lord of Moat Cailin. He said to me as he placed the blade of Dawnbreaker on my shoulders. I rose to chants of White Wolf.

"Thank you brother." I thanked him

"Nothing less than you deserve." Thorin said to me while Robb just smiled before he turned to address the gathered Lords

"My Lords Tywin Lannister's Mad Dog, The Mountain that Rides burns my new Kingdom!From the Gods eye to the Red Fork! But a Mad Dog is no match for a White Wolf!" Robb said to the cheers of the lords

"Jon you are to ride out before the week ends with five hundred mounted Skagosi and Roose Bolton with five hundred of his own men, you will have the command." Robb said to me before he turned back to the lords

"My Grandfather is ill, it was why he didn't partake in the defence of Riverrun. Why uncle has asked that the Lords of the Riverlands come to the tourney that will be hosted to celebrate his life before he sails down the Trident." He said though I know the only reason Robb was allowing this tourney was so the Lords of the Riverlands that aren't present can swear fealty and he hopes his aunt Lysa will turn up and he can convince her to commit the Vale to the War.

After the battle I made my preparations to depart I would leave at sun down tomorrow, I had a mountain to topple.

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(POV Thorin Stark )

I kneeled before Heart tree at Riverrun Synin on my shoulder, it had just snowed and the air was chilly so I wrapped my black fur cloak tightly around me. Fenrir was running amongst the trees chasing after Alduin who was near the size of a small pony now. The Dragons where growing fast, it's been nearly a year now since they where hatched.

Today was the first day of the tourney, I was to take part on behalf of house Stark and later tonight I would have to attend several important meetings with Robb. Lord Royce has come to discuss an alliance with Robb.Once I finished praying I returned to Robb's solar to find him glaring at Edmure as the blackfish and uncle argued.

"Brother what has happened?" I asked him

"I gave our uncle a simple job, but it seems that he's incapable of doing anything right." He said while he glared at Edmure

"I am your uncle I won't be spoken to like this!" Edmure said like a child throwing a tantrum

"He is your King and if you didn't want to be spoken to like a fool then you don't act like a fool." Came the Blackfish's scathing remark

"Uncle what have you done?" I growled at him. What could he have possibly done

"Somehow the Greyjoy-" he began only to be cut off by the Blackfish

"Somehow, you were given one simple order. Guard the Greyjoy, you had one boy just thirteen name days old follow him around, you allowed him to go anywhere. He decided to go to the stable, where he killed the guard stole a horse and rode away none the wiser." The Blackfish told me while sneering at his nephew

"Brother I give me a few hours Fenrir will find him." I told him if he escaped only a few hours ago Fenrir should still be able to find him

"But that's the problem brother, the Theon escaped three days ago, he dumped the body in the river it washed up this morning. Our uncle didn't realise he escaped." Came Robb's angry response.

"You fool!" I shouted at Edmure and he looked like he was going say something back until Robb intervened

"Enough! Edmure, you will not be attending my meeting with Lord Royce. Now go get ready this foolish tourney was your idea you must be seen as the host." Robb shut him up and sent him on his way

"Grand-Uncle you will accompany me and my brother later today, you will represent house Tully, now please give me a moment with my brother." Robb commanded the Blackfish then dismissed him

"No news from Aunt Lysa?" I asked him

"None." He replied his voice laced with frustration.

"And the last of the Riverlords have sworn fealty?" I asked

"Aye." He replied

"Then I guess this tourney wasn't a complete waste of time and money." I said though I couldn't for the life of me understand why Edmure insisted this tourney be hosted, it's like he doesn't understand we are at war

"You'll have to go get ready brother, your to fight soon." He told me and by the smirk on his face he was going to enjoy watching me beat some southerners bloody.

"Aye, I'll drop in on Mother and Grandfather on my way to get ready." I said as I got up from my seat across from him

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(POV Thorin Stark )

The tourney wasn't very difficult to win. I was to compete in the duels, my first duel was against some second son to a minor Riverlord, the fight didn't last long. My second one was against Ser Petrek Mallister, the heir to Seaguard, he posed more of a challenge. The third was some hedge knight come to fight in the tourney he didn't last long either.

Then I was on to the final, it was against Dacey Mormont, she was a fighter and the only one in the tourney who really posed much of a challenge, but eventually I won the fight as I did the others. Later tonight I'll go to her room to 'sooth her disappointment'. Tomorrow there will jousts and an archery tournament to mark the end of the tourney.

I stood behind Robb as Lord Royce sat across from us in Robb's solar, the Blackfish stood on the other side of Robb. Lord Royce sat in his bronze armour he was so famous for, he was a stoic man and Father always spoke highly of him.

"Have you come in place of our Aunt Lord Royce." Robb asked

"Pardon your Grace but your Aunt has gone Mad, Lord Arryn is eight name days old and your Aunt was still feeding him from the breast."

"Did you come all this way just to insult our family Lord Royce." I said in a cold voice as I take a step forward, and you could hear my Weirwood hand clench.

"Of course not." He said as he glanced nervously at me, it seems the name Bloody Wolf makes me seem intimidating.

"Then why have you come Yohn." The Blackfish asked his old friend

"To make his grace an offer. The Lords of the Vale believe your Aunt not fit to be regent and so I have been elected for the role until Lord Arryn comes of age." The lord explained

"And this offer?" Robb asked

"A marriage alliance." He replied

"I'm already to be married, in fact my betrothed rides for Riverrun as we speak, we are to marry soon." Robb told the Lord

"But you have two brothers that are of age, and I am regent of the Vale. Should Jon Stark marry my daughter then perhaps fifteen thousand Knights of the Vale might be yours to command."

"Or we could have a marriage alliance with the Princess of Dorne and I could have twenty thousand Dornish spears. Or we could go to the Golden Rose of High garden and we could have sixty thousand Reachmen at my command, all while you Valemen wait in your mountains." Robb said to him and I could tell by the look on the lords face he was displeased.

"Fine what is your offer." The Lord asked.

"You are the regent of the Vale, My cousin is your ward, should Lord Arryn name me King of the Mountains and the Vale , then and only then will my brother marry your daughter. If that does come to pass then your grandchildren will be cousins of the King in the North, the Trident and the Vale." Robb told him the offer

"After the tourney I shall return to the Vale of Arryn to speak to my ward, and hopefully I shall return with a bride for your brother." Lord Royce replied

"Then we have a deal lord Royce?" Robb asked the man

"Aye your Grace, we have a deal." He said

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( POV Jon Snow )

I t has been a few weeks since my legitimisation and since then I've been hunting the Mountain through the Riverlands. I'm closing in now I can feel it, Robb tasked me with killing this monster so I will kill him, I will topple the Mountain if it's the last thing I do.

"Lord Stark perhaps we should stop for the night." Came the quiet voice of Roose Bolton. I looked to sky, it was still a few hours until sun down

"No we're close, he rode through the night he'll be exhausted it's the perfect time to strike." I commanded the Leech Lord

"Yes Lord Stark." He replied as he left he glanced fearfully at Parthunax, the Dragon disliked him as I do. Ghost came up beside me.

"He's close isn't he boy?" I asked and he licked my hand which I took as agreementI rode my Unicorn to the front and continued on I hoped to catch them before sundown.

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It was nearing sundown when Ghost started snarling I'd had know him well enough to understand that means the mountain was so I told him to find him and I warged. It took only a few minutes for Ghost to catch up as he was going full sprint and what I saw was a giant man leading five hundred exhausted men. It was the time to strike I knew. So I called a halt and made my speech.

"Men of the North, the Monstrosity that Rides is near!" I called to them some seemed exited at the glory they will win others seemed afraid

"These Lannisters Cunts call us barbarians, I say we show them what Northern barbarians can do! Because Tywins Mad Dog has never fought a Wolf!" I shouted to the cheers of the men. I was never much of a talker not like Thorin and Robb but it seemed to have done the trick because a less people seemed afraid

And so we rode and soon enough we where upon them we took them from the rear tearing through many of them before they could mount a proper defence but the Mountains men rallied at the sight of their giant leader charging.

But we outnumbered them two to one and the Skagosi Unicorn riders had no equal in the seven Kingdoms except perhaps the Knights of the Vale but The Mountains men where little more than bandits, so they fell quickly.

The Mountain was a different story. He was a giant of a man even bigger than the Smalljon, the only man I've ever seen his height was Greatjon Umber himself and that man has giants blood running through his veins if you would believe him. I didn't know if I could beat him in single combat so I didn't risk it. I had Ghost rip out his horses throat then his own.

After the battle was over soon enough and I allowed the men to celebrate, after all they had toppled a mountain it was an achievement worthy of celebration. Though we had loses they where minimal we lost two hundred men mostly Boltons as well as Roose Bolton himself (who looks like Vladimir Putin in the show) he died to a stray arrow, it was extremely unlikely it seemed as if the Gods themselves had it out for him. I had the Mountains body Frozen by Parthunax so it remains intact and started the march back to Riverrun.

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( POV Gendry Waters )

Me, Hotpie and Arry have been travelling with the brotherhood without banners for weeks now though we've been travelling as prisoners,I suppose it's Arya not Arry isn't it. Recently I've heard tales of the Mountain being killed by the White Wolf, at first I didn't believe it, but after hearing the tale five times from five different people you have to believe it.

We sat in some inn that belongs to the friends of the Brotherhood Arya has been trying to convince me to steal the boat by the river so we can sail to Riverrun. I think the idea is stupid, we don't even know how to sail a boa-

*CRASH*

Suddenly the door crashes open and a giant white wolf charged through the door and runs straight to Arya and stands in front of her protectively the wolf was snarling at everyone in the room.

When the wolf ran inside Thoros and Lord Beric both unsheathed their swords and set them aflame most of the brotherhood grabbed their weapons but kept far away from the wolf. Thoros and Lord Beric approached carefully when they where in striking distance they raised there swords and swung but in stead of hitting the wolf, they hit a sword. A sword covered in blue fire.

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( POV Jon Snow )

We where a week or so away from Riverrun when Ghost came to me, he seemed agitated by something eventually he began tugging my cloak as if he wanted to drag me somewhere, since I got Ghost I have learned to him always so I followed.

So me and fifty Skagosi rode after him and we eventually found ourselves by an inn that Ghost went inside so we went after him. When I went inside I found Ghost beside some boy and two men where approaching him with flaming swords. I unsheathed Frostmourne and it went up in flames, ever since the first time Parthunax breathed his blue fire on my sword it has retained the ability to ignite itself on my command.

I saw the two men swing their flaming swords but I was faster and blocked both with my sword. Acting quickly I slashed my sword out at them but both moved backwards in time. The one eyed man swung at me but I ducked under the slash and blocked the hit by the man in red. I kicked out at the one eyed man making him stumble then shouldered the red man, he staggered and I was able to cut him along his collar bone as he fell.

I turned just in time to block another swing from the one eyed man. The man in red tried to get up but I kicked him back down, then I was forced to take a step back as the one eyed man slashed at me with his flaming sword. I countered with a stab but it was deflected and by then the man in red had made his way to his feet.

I stared them down waiting for them to make a move, the one eyed man swung first and his blade was blocked the red man was second and his was blocked as well, I quickly countered with a slash and because he was slower due to the wound in his shoulder I hit, his sword arm was severed at the elbow his flaming sword flying through the air.

The one eyed man attacked with a ferocity that wasn't there before. He slashed I dodged, he stabbed I deflected, he swung I blocked, but he i noticed a flaw in his defence so I swung high and he blocked I grabbed my long dirk, Duskfang from my waist and stabbed it into his stomach he froze from the pain and when he did I hit him in the head with the pommel of Frostmourne and he dropped to the ground beside the man in red.

"Jon?" Came a hopeful voice I turned to see who had said that only to see Arya's face peeking over Ghosts giant figure. I ran to her leaving the defeated men on the ground.

"Arya is that you?" I said my voice wavering at the sight of my sister

"Yes" came her whispered reply almost as if she couldn't believe it was real.I scooped her up in my arms and held her tight,

"little sister are you alright?" I asked her

"I'm fine." She mumbled into my shoulder

"What are you doing here?" I asked her

"I was their prisoner." She replied and I felt fury fill me. I turned to my second, a minor lord from Skagos

"Round them all up and bring them before me. Now!" I commanded him my fury evident in my voice.

And they where all brought before me there was nearly twenty of them one being a young boy around twelve name days old, so I asked Arya who he was apparently he was a Dayne of Starfall, my cousin and the squire for lord Beric, the one eyed man. There where two other young men both Arya's friends, Hotpie and Gendry. So with those three removed I stood before the rest of them.

"You had my sister as your prisoner! You meant to ransom a Princess of Winterfell to my Brother King Robb Stark to fund your banditry." I spoke and a large man in a yellow cloak tried to object

"We are Kings men defending the innoc-" he began

"You had MY SISTER prisoner! And you will hang for it!" I shouted to the crowd that tried to struggle but their bonds where to tight

"But Jon you cant hang Harwin he taught us to ride." Arya pleaded

"Aye little sister he taught us all to ride, yet he held you as his prisoner." I said to her before turning to Harwin

"You wont hang Harwin, no I'm going to take your head myself." I said before telling one of the men to get me a block he was forced to the block and i unsheathed Frostmourne, I asked for his last words and he begged for mercy but his pleas went unheard. I raised Frostmourne high and in one clean swing brought the blade down and his head fell from his body.

"Leave the Dayne boy and Lady Stark's friends alone, but the rest, hang." I told my second before I took Arya aside to talk to her.

"You know why I had to do it don't you?" I asked her the same question father asked me when I first saw him execute someone

"Because he betrayed house Stark." She replied evenly, clearly she had been through a lot on her journey.

"But don you know why I had to do it?" I questioned her.

"No, Joffrey used an executioner and King Robert had one as well." She replied

"Because our way is the old way and if you can't look a man in the eye and hear his last words before you kill him then maybe he doesn't deserve to die." I told her and I hope she understood.

"Now let's get you home to your family." I said and at the mention of our family a smile spread across her face.

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( POV Thorin Stark )

I stood beside Robb, Edmure, Grand-Uncle Brynden and mother on the docks beside the trident. It was a dark day, the clouds where grey though there was little wind. I gazed upon the boat that would carry Grandfather's body down the Trident where he will hold eternal court with the trout on the riverbanks as all Tullys had fir centuries.

The Wolves where strangely quiet today, and the Dragons seemed more still. Mother had tears in her eyes at the loss of her father, Edmure seemed just as upset. I could see the sadness in Grand-Uncle Brynden's eyes he had spent a lot of time by his brothers side after they put their argument to rest.

Robb also looked sad, any time he didn't spend on war or with me and Jon was spent getting to know Grandfather before he left us. I spent only a little time with him, I spent most of my spare time going over strategies and sparring in the yard. But now that he is gone I regret not spending more time with him before his final moments.

Eventually the time came for the boat to be set off down the Trident. Me, Robb, Blackfish and Edmure waded into the river and pushed the boat off, Mother remained on the dock watching as Grandfather sailed away. The other Riverlords and Lords of the North watched from the banks.When we returned to the docks Edmure took a bow and arrow offered to him by the Blackfish. He lit the arrow, took aim, let the arrow fly and it sailed past landing in the waters of the Trident.

"It was the wind." he said defensively but I knew there was no wind. And so he tried again. He lit the arrow, took aim and again it landed in the waters of the Trident. Twice more he tried until finally the boat was out of range, not since long before the Tully's where made lord paramounts of the Riverlands had a Lord of Riverrun not been set aflame on his final sail down the Trident.

"Brother." Came Robb's disappointed voice, and I knew what he wanted.

I grabbed the bow from Edmure hands took the last arrow, and without needing to ask Alduin breathed his frosty flame on the arrow. I took aim, inhaled, drew the bow back and let lose on the exhale. The arrow shot through the air faster than it had any right to, a streak of blue flame streaming behind it. When the arrow hit the boat it ignited instantly in blue fire.

I turned and gave the bow back to Edmure before I turned back to the river, he looked away in shame not baring to look me in the eye. I watched as the boat sailed down the river, slowly sinking the farther it went eventually when it was half sunk it turned a corner and it was gone out of view. He'll be at peace now I hope.

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( POV Robb Stark )

I sat in my solar, Thorin and Jon sat across from me, Jon had only returned yesterday with Arya, we spent the day together as a family forgetting about the war, it was nice but the war continues and so we must get back to planning. Soon enough Arya and Mother will be going back North to Winterfell where they can be safe.

"So what's this news you've to tell me?" Jon questioned

"When you where our toppling a mountain we had a meeting with Lord Royce the new regent of the Vale." I replied

"I can't imagine your mother was very happy about hearing that her sister was no longer regent?" Jon replied

"No she was not." Thorin replied with a snort

"So what is his price for convincing the little lord to bend the knee?" He asked

"A husband for his daughter." I told him. He looked at us in disbelief then turned to Thorin who gave him a nod.

"But I'm just a bastard." He said shocked by the news.

"No, you where just a bastard now you are a Stark, the brother to a King." I told him

"You are an important man worthy of an important wife." Thorin said with a smirk

"Besides I hear she is much better looking than her ogre of a father, though no one has prettier hair than you ay Jon." Thorin jested with a smirk on his face

"Lord Royce will attend my wedding to Wylla Manderly that will occur within the month as will his daughter, if he arrives with fifteen thousand Knights of the Vale as well as a letter from my cousin naming me King of the Mountains and the Vale then within the week you will be married." I explained to him

"So you get a Kingdom and I get a pretty wife, I think I got the better deal brother." He said

"So enough about Jon's pretty wife, what are we to do about the mountain and Jon's cousin?" I asked them both

"I say we send the body to the old lion." Thorin suggested with a dark look on his face and the idea had merit

"They say that the Dornish still hunger for vengeance for what happened to Princess Elia at the end of the rebellion, I say we send it there, maybe it will incite them to get of their arses." Came Jon's suggestion

"Thorin, you will go to the body and hack off its head, then on the back I want you to carve 'The King in The North sends his regards' the head will be sent to Sunspear along with Jon's cousin, the body will be sent to King's landing." I commanded him

"Aye I'll go now." He said before he got up to leave

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( POV Wyman Manderly )

I walked my daughter down to the Heart tree, his Grace was there already at the Heart tree. The moon was bright tonight, though nothing shined as bright as my little girl tonight. There was a large gathering of Lords, all the lords of the North and Riverlands there where even some from the Vale. The Direwolves and the dragons where there, sitting in silence watching the ceremony.

Thorin Stark stood in front of the Heart tree, he would be officiating in place of Ned, the Kings other brother stood a few steps behind him with my daughters new cloak and a knife on his waist. All the gathered Lords held a torch, the torches along with the moon acting as the only light in the shaded Gods wood of Riverrun. I walked my Wylla to the tree until she stood beside Robb then I took a few steps back and got ready for the wedding.

"Who comes before the Old Gods this night." Thorin's voice echoed through the Gods wood.

"Wylla of the house Manderly comes here to be wed. A woman grown true born and noble. She comes to beg the blessings of the Gods, who comes to claim her." I answered

"Robb of house Stark, The King of the Northand The Trident. Who gives her." Robb said and I saw his beaming smile when he looked at my Wylla.

"Lord Wyman of house Manderly, her father." I responded.

"Lady Wylla of house Manderly do you take this man as your own?" Thorin asked

"I take this man." Wylla responded

"King Robb of house Stark do you take this Woman as your own?" Thorin asked his brother.

"I take this woman." His grace responded

"Then place her under the cloak of your house, as you place her under your protection." Thorin said

Robb took off my daughters cloak, it had a green merman wielding a trident on a blue field proudly displayed. He then turned to his brother Jon and gave him the cloak before he took the new one. He wrapped the new one around my Wylla's shoulders, the cloak had the grey Direwolf of house Stark displayed proudly and my daughter looked radiant in the Stark colours.

"Kneel before the Heart tree and ask the Gods for their blessing." Thorin said and they both did and they preyed for a minute

"You knelt as man and woman, now rise one heart, one soul, rise as man and wife." Thorin continued then they ended the ceremony with a kiss before all the lords cheered.

After the ceremony we went to the great hall of Riverrun to have a great feast. Late into the celebrations Lord Umber rose from his seat downed his tankard and shouted 'bedding' and the rest of the Lords took up the chant. They where both carried off to their chamber.

The feast continued with the Kings brothers telling stories, Thorin told of the story when he was fostering in bear Island and he got drunk with Dacey Mormont and little Lyanna dared him to wrestle a bear, apparently the bear sits above the fire in the great hall of bear island. Though I knew all the fun was short lived, for we still had a war to win.

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( POV Thorin Stark )

I stood in Robb's solar along with Jon, we where waiting for Robb it had only been a couple of days since the wedding and I doubt Robb has gotten much sleep, though he spends a lot of time in his room. It was then I heard the door open and in walked Robb as Kingly as usual.

"Had fun brother?" I asked him as me and Jon wore matching smirks.

"And what are you two smirking about, it'll be your marriages soon enough. Jon's sooner than yours brother." He responded

"So Lord Royce convinced our cousin to bend the knee then?" I asked

"Aye brother you now sit before The King of the North, the Trident and the Vale." He responded with a smile on his face

"And when am I to marry the Royce girl?" Jon asked

"Next week, though unfortunately you'll only have a few nights with her until your to set off." Robb said

"And where are you sending our brother now?" I asked him

"He's to go out and secure the Riverlands, he will have the controll of all Rivermen aswell as some of the Northern forces." Robb said

"And you?" Jon asked him

"I'm going to speak to Renly Baratheon and his Golden rose." Robb replied

"I've had another vision brother." I spoke to them seriously

"What?" Jon asked concerned

"The Old Gods call me to the Gods Eye." I told them

"Not even Kings are above the Gods, go and when you are done you will meet up with a host going West, and you will burn the Westerlands." Robb told them and I smiled at the thought of the Old lion hearing of Casterly Rock being rubble.

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( POV Thorin Stark )

I stayed for Jon's wedding to Ysilla Royce but I left the next day, Mother and Arya would leave the day after, then a week after Jon would go to secure the Riverlands and Robb would go to meet with Renly Baratheon, soon after that the Fifteen thousand Knights pf the Vale as well as ten thousand Northmen would much West where I will meet them on the road.

I traveled by myself so I made good time, and I arrived at the Gods Eye in just a few days I hired a boat from a local fisherman and sailed to the Isle of Faces, from there I made my way to the sacred place at the centre of the isle, it was seven heart trees in a circle. In the middle of the circle there was a giant sword, bigger than any great sword I'd ever seen except for Ice.

It was stuck into a stump of a Weirwood tree. The sword had no jewels anywhere on it. The cross guard was made of bronze and shaped like wolf heads. The pommel is made of the same metal. The blade itself looks as if it was made of just iron but when the blade catches the sunlight through the branches of the trees it seemed to glow blue like it was made of ice. On the blade there was runes of the first men it said it's name. Chillrend.

As soon as I touched the hilt of the blade the wind picked up, the eyes of the Heart trees began to glow. Frost creeped its way down the blade until it was fully covered. The frost spread to the ground as I began to pull the blade from the stump, I felt a searing pain in my left eye socket where my eye once was. Then I passed out.

When I awoke I was confused I saw from my own eye but also from the eyes of hundreds of beings. From all the birds in the trees, all the stags and wolves of the Forrest and all the fish in the lake I saw from their eyes. As well as my own. But only one of my own, but I could feel that my eye had returned why could I not see from it. This must be how I am warging, I sacrificed my sight in one eye for sight from a thousand, a thousand eyes and one, like Bloodraven.

When I looked at my hands I saw they where clenched around Chillrends handle, and all around me there where winter roses growing from the light snow that fallen. I heard a noise and I turned around as Synin, Alduin and Fenrir came to my side. All the animals of the isle had come, I must have thought it with out realising, I tried to make them bow and they did. I realised that it was less me controlling them than it was me telling them what to do.

"It is time for you to go Champion." Came seven simultaneous voices from each of the Weirwoods. And so I went to the largest of them, placed my hand on the Snow White bark and thought of Riverrun when I opened my eyes I kneeled before the Riverrun Heart tree my eye patch back in place Fenrir, Alduin and Synin and my unicorn by my side but the sword was no where to be found I looked at my Weirwood arm only to see a carving of the sword in it. I willed the sword in my hand, and then I was holding it. I willed it away and it was gone.

Then I looked west, and clenched my hand into a fist, if I left now I would catch up to the host before sun down. I had a Kingdom to burn.

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( POV Robb Stark )

I rode into the camp Renly Baratheons camp. All around me I saw banners of dozens of houses, many men with roses and white towers on their shields and armour many more than there where Stags. It seems as if the 'King of the Seven Kingdoms' has only two.

I rode to where I was asked to meet Renly. The insult didn't go unnoticed, to ask me to meet him at a tourney but to send no lords to guide me, only some guards. This was the kind of insult I'd expect to find in a court room but we are in war and this so called 'King' will need to be able to fight as well as insult potential allies.

I was escorted to the meeting grounds. I saw the Knight of Roses fighting some giant man, it ended with the giant man winning, though it turned out it was a woman and she ended up being appointed to Renly's rainbow guard. His beautiful wife seemed to notice me first and after she pointed out my presence Renly turned to me.

"Ah Lord Stark, Welcome." He said and the Greatjon bristled by my side as he called me Lord Stark. A herald began to announce all Renly's titles.

"You stand before his grace, Renly Baratheon, King of the Andals, Rhoynar and the first men, Lord of the Seven Kingdoms and protector of the realm." He listed it was then the Greatjon stepped forward to introduce me.

"Presenting King Robb Stark, the Young Wolf, King of the North, the Trident and the Vale." The Greatjons booming voice echoed around the arena.

"If I'm not mistaking that is three of your Seven Kimgdoms is it not, in fact you only have two Kingdoms supporting your claim is that not correct?" I asked him and I saw the girly looking knight who lost to the giant anger at my words.

"Watch who your speaking to boy we have ninety thousand men your outnumbered." The rose knight said anger clear in his voice.

"And yet if i where to empty my kingdoms of soldiers as you have done now I'd have seventy five thousand and you'd only have fifteen thousand more than me. How many more men than us did the Lannisters have at the beginning  of the war again?" I asked the Lord beside me

"Fifteen thousand my Lord." The Greatjon replied and I turned back to the girly flower knight

"So I would watch who you are speaking to boy, lest you end up like the Kingslayer." I spoke to him and as I said this Greywind walks to my side and everyone around steps back in fear as he growls at the Knight, he fell silent as I placed my hand on his back.

"Shall we turn some where more private your Grace?" Renlys queen asked, this time using my proper title.

"Yes lets." We shall I replied as I smiled at the woman.

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( POV Thorin Stark )

I sat in my tent with only Alduin as company. Though I wasn't only in my room, I was also seeing through the eyes of every mouse, bird and insect inside the Golden Tooth. It seemed Lord Lefford was in Tywins host at Harrenhal and in his absence Lady Alysanne the Lords sister was in charge of the Golden Tooth.

From what I have seen the woman is quite bright when it comes to running a household and she is fully prepared for a long siege. But she is not prepared for me. I've also seen what they have in their stores, it's full of food, half the food and livestock that is being used to feed the Lannister army. We need to take it, we could feed our own army as well as starve the Lannisters.I got up, left my tent and went to find Maege Mormont.

"My Lady I have a plan. Set a watch at the gate to The Tooth when the gate is open charge through." I told her.

"Are you going to do what you did at the Twins? How many men will you need?" She asked

"None I'll be going myself." I replied

"I'll set the watches right away, and I'll prepaid the men for a charge." She said before I left and made my way into the forest. I arrived at the newly grown Heart tree. I kneeled before it and closed my eyes when I opened them I was kneeling in front of a different Heart tree the one in the Golden Tooth.

I stood, pulled up my hood, walked to the wall and began to climb. Soon enough I reached an open window that was close to the Lords solar where I knew the lady would be. I climbed through the window and began to walk through the halls I'd seen many times though never through the eyes of a human. I reached the bottom of a set of stairs that would lead to the solar. There where two guards stood there.

"You th-" one began before he had one of my hidden blades through his throat, I grabbed the others head in my Weirwood hand and slammed his head against the wall behind him with a strength no human should possess. I left them both on the ground in their own blood and walked up the steps. Once up the steps I opened the door to the solar. 

As I entered I willed Chillrend into my hand. Inside I saw a graceful woman talking to a hulking man, this was the captain of the guard I knew. When they saw me the woman screamed and called for a guard, the man unsheathed his long sword and charged me with a shout. 

He swung high but his blow hit only the steel of my blade, I grabbed the blade with my Weirwood hand and and shattered the sword. Before he could even process any more I raised Chillrend high in the air and swung down at him with all my unnatural strength. He was cleaved in two.

"ALYN! NO!" The lady screamed. As I willed my blade away. I approached her, flicked my wrist making my hidden blade pop out.

"If you want to remain alive your going to do exactly as I say." I tell her as she looks at me with fear

"What do you want me to do?" She asked as her voice quivers in fear

"Your going to command your men to open the gate and allow the Northern host in." I told her

"Okay I'll do it, just please spare me." She replied. I walked behind her with my blade at her back until we reached the courtyard. 

"Open the gate and surrender to the Northern host." The lady commanded the all the men that had occupied the yard on her command.

"At once my Lady one of the senior guards said as he eyed me warily. 

"The Northmen eat human flash, they will sacrifice us all to their dam trees, I'll never surrender to a savage." Another objected as he drew his sword and charged the other man.

I placed my blade at the Lady's neck and watched everything unfold with a smile on my face. The men kept dying it was absolute chaos, at some point in the battle the gate was opened and the Northmen charged through, they where led by Lord Karstark and his sons. I saw Edmure also, he insisted to go to rid himself of the shame from the beginning of the war, but I only saw him for a moment until he disappeared into the chaos. The battle only lasted a few minutes after the Northern forces breached the walls. When the fighting was completed Lord Karstark approached me.

"My Lord what are we to do with the Lady and the prisoners?" He asked me

"The Lady place her in a cell, and any remaining Lannister men, bring them to the Gods Wood, I'll make a sacrifice of them to the Gods." I replied and he nodded, I could see the bloodlust in his eyes.

Once in the Gods Wood I had the prisoners brought before the heart tree. There where only a around twenty five men left after the massacre that was the battle, everyone of them lost there head to Chillrend.

"Lord Karstark." I called

"Yes my Lord?" He said

"I have a task for you, you are to take eight thousand Northmen to The Crag where you are to storm the castle, then with the men you are to march to Ashmark where you will besiege the castle there, any highborns are to be taken prisoner any soldier is to be executed."

"Right away my Lord." He said before leaving to organise his host.

"Lady Mormont." I called

"Aye My Lord" she said

"You are to take four thousand men and burn the Westerlands." I said to her and she answered with a nod of confirmation.

"Lord Glover, you are to ready the men, we travel to Oxencross, we have lion to feast on." I said and he answered with a booming laugh and a large grin

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( POV Thorin Stark )

I sat atop my Unicorn as I warged into all the horses in the enemy, I sent the Cranogmen who didn't ride Lizard Lions in to sneak into the camp and cut the horses free. I willed my blade into my hand and raised it up into the air and moments later my sword was engulfed in blue flame, all around me Northmen lit their torches with the great fire pits of blue flame.

After the last horse had been released I made the horses I was warged into charge, as the chaos began I lead my own charge, a mix of horses, Unicorns and Lizard-Lions shredded through the half dressed Lannister army, if you could call it an army it was green boys and grey beards.

I made my way to the only real resistance in the fight, Ser Stafford Lannister had rallied a thousand veterans who survived the Battle of the Camps and they where holding of the Tully forces under the command of my Uncle Edmure. I arrived just in time to see some nameless Lannister footman cut my uncle down.

While I disliked my Uncle greatly he was still family and pack is everything to a wolf, the man didn't survive long as Fenrir tore his throat out. Once I joined the battle it didn't last long. The left Lannister flank caved first as it was destroyed by Alduin's Frostfyre and the centre was surrounded quickly as the right flank gave out under the pressure of our host. I turned to Lord Glover after the fighting had ended.

"Bring me the Lannister prisoners I have heads to remove from bodies." I told him.

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( POV Robb Stark )

I had just returned from my the meeting with Stannis when I heard from one of my men that they had seen a Tyrell man take a letter stamped with the sigil of the Bloody Wolf that was intended for me. So I marched through the camp with around twenty Northmen behind me, my face was carved from stone but underneath my blank features was anger. When I approached the Tyrell tent the two giants that guarded Olenna Tyrell tried to stop us but the left backed down when the Greatjons sword was at his throat and the right was nicked on his arse by Greywind before he was surrounded.

I entered the tent and found all the Tyrell's except the Knight of Flowers around a table. The Northmen who accompanied me spread around the large tent and drew their blades as I approached the table, Garlan unsheathed his own sword but reluctantly dropped it as Greywind growled at him. I looked to Olenna Tyrell.

"I hear you have something of mine?" I asked her as my own sword was unsheathed

"This is all about a note?" She asks evenly

"I am fighting a war unlike your King who plays at one, and in war one note could mean the difference." I responded as I glared at them

"You would risk this entire alliance for a note?" Queen Margery asked

"Would you?" I asked in response. I spied a note on the table with an opened seal, the seal of the Bloody Wolf. I gestured for Robar Royce to get it and hand it to me. When he did I read it aloud.

"Brother I cracked my golden tooth when eating lion meat, though luckily there was little blood. A day later I feasted again in the night, though this time the lions where fiercer and it ate the blue trout, nothing else was eaten by the lion before I finished him."

"What does that letter mean?" Asked Garlan agitated

"You'll find out soon enough, no doubt." I said before I turned to Queen Margery

"Tell your 'King' that I'll not stand for an insult like this, While you all play at war my brothers are killing Lannisters. I will be gone before sundown." I said before I turned and marched out.

Hours later I stood at the edge of camp with my Lords surrounding me and Renly's Lords surrounding him. He had tried to convince me to stay, no doubt he wants to try and get me to bend the knee again but I can't stay here and watch two brothers squabble when my own are out fight img a war.

Suddenly it got cold, as if all heat was devoid from the world. The southern Lords shuddered and there teeth began to chatter, the Northern Lords took the cold better but I could tell they where uncomfortable. It was then that two shadows appeared both wielding shadowy blades and they both bore the face of Stannis Baratheon.

All the Lords drew their swords as the shadows approached. One came towards me and it was sliced at with countless swords but they passed right through. I unsheathed Dawnbreaker and the amber set into the hilt glowed like a piece of the sun itself. The shadow seemed to flinch as the light hit it but only for a second before it continued on.

The shadow and I fought for minutes the Lords had stepped back once they realised that their blades did nothing to them. Eventually I got the upper hand on the shadow and I was about to stab it through the heart when I heard a shout from the Greatjon warning me. I turned just in time to block the blade from the one that was going to Renly. I glanced over and saw Renly on the ground unmoving.

After the second shadow the fight took a turn for the worse, I was barely holding them back I was blocking slash after slash and never getting any hits in. It would be my end I would die at the hands of a shadow baring the face of Stannis Baratheon. Just when I thought all hope was lost I hear it, a roar that echoed through the camp.

I jumped backwards just in time for the two shadows to be engulfed in blue flame. I looked up to see Odahvin, the ice dragon had grown larger than a war horse in the past months of war. I heard the screeches of the shadows and when the flame ended all that remained was ice.

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( POV Thorin Stark )

I sat in the ruins that where once Clegane keep when I got the raven from Robb. And not a day later we where marching back to Riverrun. I marched with seventeen thousand men behind me and on the road we reunited with the Karstark host who had returned from the Crag and Ashmark, both castles now in control of the King in the North.

Lord Karstark had suffered some losses the battles and his once eight thousand men where now down to seven. His host joined with my own and we continued the march to Hornvale. Hornvale was a mighty mountain castle and is the seat of house Brax but with Lord Brax drowning in the Tumblestone river during the battle of the camps and with both his heir and his spare being with Tywin Lannister's host in Harrenhal the castle's acting lord was only a ten name day old child.

I hid the majority of my host in the thick forrest that surrounded the base of the mighty mountain and every night I ordered the heads of the little Lords small folk catapulted over the castles high walls. It only took a few nights before the child couldn't take it any more and he ordered that the forces leave the castle and engage the Northern army.

The battle could hardly be called that, when the Brax guard saw the amount of men they where facing they correctly assumed that there was no chance of victory and many fled into the surrounding wood, only to be cut down by my own hidden men. When the Brax men charred our lined the Brax banner of a purple Unicorn on a silver field we showed them that Northern Unicorns didn't stay on flags.

After decimating the forces at the base of the mountains with a flanking charge from my men in the forrest we took the castle shortly after. The defenders fought hard for the castle and we lost three for every one of theirs but considering that the castle was almost empty after the battle at the base we still lost few men.

After the taking the castle I split the host yet again, Lord Karstark took fourteen thousand men from our combined host and was commanded to burn the lands between Deep den and Silverhill before joining with Lady Mormont and securing any keeps that had been taken by the North in the Westerlands. After the Keeps where secure he was to send out raiding parties all across the West but not to take any castles until ordered otherwise.

From Hornvale I marched down to Pinkmaiden with ten thousand men behind me and from Pinkmaiden I marched along the Red Fork until I reached Riverlands at last.

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( POV Robb Stark )

I stood in the courtyard of Riverrun about to receive my brother. I have an important task for him to carry out. As well as a wedding. I stood beside my wife and Jon stood beside his own, all around me stood various lords some from the Vale, some the Riverlands and some from the North but there was one who stood out, a woman in chain and leather with a sword and axe strapped to her waist and the golden Kraken of house Greyjoy proudly displayed on her cloak.

Most of the Northern Lords wore armour while many of the Vale lords and Riverlords wore finery. I myself wore my armour I had Dawnbreaker strapped to my waist and the Crown of Winter sat atop my head. Greywind and Ghost sat together but the dragons seemed agitated, they never liked to sit still on the ground for very long. It was then my thoughts where interrupted by the thundering of horses as my brother rode into Riverrun.

He dismounted his Unicorn, he was wearing his fur, leather and dark steel armour and his bronze crown sat atop his head as Jon's and my own did. His black cloak billowed in the wind as he jumped down from his horse and he kneeled before me and my Queen. Though Fenrir the giant black wolf and Alduin just hurried to greet their brothers, as my own brother did shortly after.

"My King, My Queen." He said as he bowed his head to us both

"Brother." I replied with a smile as I embraced him, it had been near two months since we had last been in each other's presence. His beard had grown longer as he was away as my own had though mine lacked the braiding his had.

"It is good to see you." He replied as he embraced me back before he turned to greet Jon and his wife.

"Shall we continue this in my solar?" I asked Thorin and Jon and after getting an affirmative from both we retired to the solar.

"And what's so urgent that you had to call me from conquest of the West to come here." He asked me though I could hear no hostility in his voice only curiosity.

"It is time for you to marry brother." I replied

"And to who." Jon asked on his brothers behalf

"Asha Greyjoy." I said

"Asha Greyjoy, what does house Stark gain by such an alliance? The Greyjoy woman has no claim, after her father dies then Theon inherits and she has a crazy uncle out there somewhere." Thorin questioned

"But that's the thing brother, that crazy uncle, Euron has returned killed his Theon, Balon and tried to kill Asha, then he named himself king of the Isles." I told him and I could see him working out my plans.

"You mean to have me marry her kill this kinslaying Uncle and then name me lord paramount of the isles." He said

"No brother, you wont waste your life away on some worthless rocks." I told him and he looked at me confused so I explained what I meant.

"Now that Edmure is dead you are the heir to the Riverlands, but you won't rule from Riverrun, I mean to make you Lord of Harrenhal and as the first Lord of that castle was the King of Isles and Rivers I would name you the Lord Paramount of the Isles amd Rivers." I explained to him

"He might have Tully blood but he grew up in the North are you sure the Riverlords will accept this?" Jon asked

"Many will have wanted the title for themselves no doubt but after everything Thorin has done for them in this war they will accept it." I replied

"And when am I to marry?" Thorin asked me

"As soon as a wedding can be arranged." I replied

"And soon after you are to march to Seagaurd where you will sail with the combined fleet of the Riverlands, and the North. Our fleet along with the Ironborn loyal to Asha Greyjoy will engage Euron and his own fleet. The Gulltown fleet set sail weeks ago and by the time you engage the Ironborn from the front they should be engaging from the back you will crush them between the two fleets." I explained the plan to him.

"And what are we doing while this goes on?" Jon asked me

"We will be taking Harrenhal from the Lannisters, now that the main host has left to defend Kimgs Landing from Stannis Baratheon, Harrenhal should fall." I responded

"Now go introduce yourself to your future wife." I said to Thorin.

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( POV Thorin Stark )

My wedding took place in the Gods Wood of Riverrun it wasn't the size of Robb's but a little larger than Jon's. We swore our vows before the Old Gods as Starks have for centuries though my wife insisted on getting married on the shores of Old Wyk as is befitting of a Greyjoy.

Asha was a wilful woman, quick witted and sharp tongued. We got a long we'll enough and I'm sure without the war we would have been good friends but we where a long way from love and I doubt we will ever be there. We mightn't be in love but that didn't mean we didn't enjoy our wedding night, and the night after. I've met few women who could keep up with me in bed, but me and Asha spent days not leaving our room.

On the third day of our marriage we finally left our large room. And not two days later we where marching north to Seagard with ten thousand Northmen and Rivermen following. When we arrived at Seagard I was met with Lord Jason Mallister who greeted me warmly though he was rather short with my wife as Seagard had felt much sorrow at the hands of the Ironborn during the Greyjoy rebellion.

I stood atop the battlements of Seagard, it was a formidable castle, and gazing out at the gathered ships amazed me, this was the combined fleet of the Riverlands and the North along with many Ironborn ships that follow my wife. The giant galleys stood out the most. Three in total from the Riverlands and only one from the North, but smaller ships littered the water surrounding the large war ships, near fifty cogs from White Harbour and Seagard and almost eighty longboats, the majority being the Greyjoy fleet but a few sailing from Bear Island.

But the ship I found myself drawn to the most is my own, The Howling Wolf. The ship was first planned by my Grandfather Lord Rickard Stark, then Father began its construction a few years ago and it was nearly done just before the war started. It was majestic a true wonder of crafting.

It was nearly the size of a galley and it towered over longships. It was made of Weirwood, the wood was light and strong as iron and it was as swift as any longship. It was crewed by fifty sailors and could hold three hundred soldiers. The ship is also adorned with a giant ram on the bottom of the ship designed to rip other ships apart. All along the side there where slits to fire scorpion bolts at ships. The figurehead on the prow of the ship was a black wolf howling at the sky, the black wolfs fangs where painted blood red.

I looked at the figurehead surprised at how realistic it was, it looked just like Fenrir just after he's killed a Lannister soldier. Though Fenrir doesn't sail with me today he hunts with his brothers in the forrest of the Gods Eye as my own brothers prepare to take Harrenhal. But I still have Alduin as well as Parthunax and Odahvin. Both my brothers dragons will make the fight simple.

I turned after finishing that thought, I would be boarding soon and I need to pray beforehand. So I made my way to the Gods wood. It was filled with tall trees and in the centre stood a Heart tree, I knelt before it and asked for guidance. I had heard rumours about this mad man I am about to fight that he has a horn that can control dragons.

"They are more than rumours Thorin Stark." I heard a voice from the tree in front of me.

"He will take Alduin from me?" I asked in horror.

"Worry not for your dragon, it is blessed by the thousand nameless Gods of the Forrest, not even this binding horn can break this bond." The voice said and it eased my worries.

"And remember Weirwood one, when we gave you your arm we gave you a horn of your own." The voices spoke to me before the wind picked up and I felt their presence leave.

I looked to my belt where I had strapped my horn the runes of the Firstmen that adorned the horn glowed a pale blue.

"The Mad Bastard can try to take my dragon, I will show him why they call me the Bloody Wolf.

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Miles across from me I gazed upon the giant fleet that I was about to engage. We where out numbered I realised as I looked at their ships, where I had four galleys they had six and where I had fifty cogs and eighty longships they had nearly two hundred and fifty ships, and every single one of those Ironborn had fought on sea many times before while most of my own army had fought mainly on land.

Soon enough we where in firing distance and flaming arrows where being shot over great expanses of sea. The real battle will start soon enough when my ship, The Howling Wolf meets the Silence on open water. I looked to my right and saw a great galley it was slightly larger than my own ship but much slower, the prow showed a merman wielding a trident and many of the men on the ship held a trident in one hand and a small wooden round shield in the other.

I put everything out of my mind and focused, I closed my eye and began to warg, for this whole journey I had reached deep into the sea and warged into the most dangerous monsters lurking within, a Leviathan easily the size of a galley, seven Krakens that have lived deep in the sea undisturbed for centuries and a hundred narwhals, with horns that could break through a ship hull as easily as Valyrian steel through paper. As I commanded them to the surface of the water I was interrupted by a horn blast.

When the horn finally ended the sea itself split open and I giant beast emerged, its scales were a sea blue and it's eyes a yellowish green, it opened its giant jaw and roared, it was then I realised what I stared at, a sea dragon one hasn't been seen since the Grey King killed Nagga in the age of hero's. I looked to my men who cowered in fear of the beast. Then I looked to Alduin and his brothers.

"ALDUIN! FROSTFYRE!" I shouted to my dragon now a towering over me, he was bigger than a house. Alduin roared a challenge to the sea dragon and his brothers followed his lead, soon enough they took of to engage the sea dragon in combat.

I willed Chillrend into my hand and commanded the Narwhals, Krakens and the Leviathan to attack and the did, the Narwhals made first contact as they soared through the water, it took five to sink a boat completely and by the time the first boat was sunk another was being pulled beneath the waves by the tentacle's of a Kraken. The leviathan eat half a longship in one bite of its mighty jaws.

Before I reached any ships I raised my own horn to my lips and blew with as much power as I could muster. The wind howled and the waves crashed against the side of our ships. The Ironfleet wasn't as lucky, the waves pulled many longships under to their drowned God.

Soon after The Howling Wolf faced its first victim, a longship was tore in two by my metal ram, a second longship was shot full of holes as I sailed up beside it and i fired the scorpions. I sailed toward a large Galley that was firing at one of my longships but before my ram made contact I gave the signal and The Howling Wolf howled. From mouth of the figurehead erupted blue fire that engulfed the whole galley in a matter of minutes.

It continued much the same until I eventually reached the Silence. I sailed up beside it and jumped aboard taking a reavers head as I landed. Another Ironborn advanced, he swung his axe at me but he only met steel, before he could react I grabbed him by the neck and I flung him overboard. My men boarded after me and joined the fight.

I cut a path directly to The Crows Eye, slaying seven Ironborn before I reached him. He wielded a sword in his left hand and an axe in his right, his right eye was covered by a eye patch similarly to how my left was covered. I stared at him with a fierce determination, but he just cackled crazily before suddenly lashing out with his axe.

I blocked just in time and countered with a thrust that he expertly dodged, we continued for minutes while our crews battled around us we exchanged blows, though none connected this was the most intense fight I had fought since my duel with Jamie Lannister in the Whispering Woods.

Our fight took a turn when I made it seem as if i made a mistake and Euron swung at my Weirwood arm expecting to hack my arm off. But the axe head dented at the attack and as he stared in shock I willed Chillrend away and charged at the mad man. I picked him up and slammed him into the railing of his ship his sword lay across the deck and he was unarmed but still he cackled madly.

"Go to your drowned God, you mad bastard!" I shouted at him before extending my hidden blade and slicing his throat, wanting to be sure I stabbed my blade through his good eye before ripping his head from his shoulders and throwing his body over the railings.

I turned to find all the remaining crew throwing down their weapons. I turned to the sea dragon as I heard a roar of pain followed by three roars of victory, I turned just in time to see the mighty dragon falling, its body covered in frost and blood. When it hit the water it caused a giant wave that crashed against the shore.

I returned to my ship expecting to have to fight more of the Ironborn ships but just after I crushed another longship with my ram the Gulltown fleet arrived, late to the battle but when the Ironborn saw another thirty cogs and two Galleys they surrendered soon after.

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( POV Thorin Stark )

After the battle the fleet was split into seven, each sent to siege one of the islands that made up the Iron Isles. I took the majority of the ships with me to Pyke where I was going to sack the castle, after seizing the remaining ships we landed the fleet in Lordsport the largest port on Pyke.

The land was rocky and sparse but we marched all the same. The first keep was the largest and the hardest to take. I couldn't take the front gate, first there was a strong oak gate then a gap where they could poor boiling oil and heavy stones on any invading army then you reached the portcullis, a large iron gate, I would lose too many men before I was even in the first keep.

To avoid the gate I used ladders. The ladders were made of iron wood, the strongest wood in the known world, nearly as strong as the metal it was named after, and only found in the forest of the north. At the top of the ladder there were iron hooks that stuck into the wall. Many men died before they reached the top of the ladder.

Once my men had made it to the top of the ladder and the battle for the outer walls began the difference in our army's became clear. My army was made up of battle hardened men equipped in the best weapons and armour, while the defenders where green boys and greybeards, in poorly made leather armour wielding rusted swords and axes. The real soldiers died at sea or became my prisoners.

We secured the walls soon enough and we moved on to the large keep, me and my wife leading the charge, she knew these halls better than anyone still alive and we cleared the keep of resistance quickly. We then moved on to the first of the many bridges connecting the keeps.

Across the stone bridge there was a shield wall of Ironborn with their splintered shields linked together there was a few spears poking between the shield gaps but most wielded swords. I lead the charge myself beside me was a Mallister knight in full plate, his helm shaped like the silver eagle that graced the Mallister banners, he wielded a large two handed axe.

Charging a shield wall of experienced soldiers is a death sentence, but these were not experienced soldiers. The wall crumpled quickly and then the slaughter began, I saw the Mallister knight cleave an old man in half before shouldering a young lad over the side of the bridge.

It was near sun down by the time I stood in the throne room, I had cleared all the keeps. Me and my wife lead the charge and the Mallister knight fought bravely I hadn't found the time to speak to him. I sat on the driftwood throne my wife sat in a similar chair beside me as I waited for the Mallister knight to arrive.

"My Lord, you called for me?" The knight asked after he entered the room.

"Yes I did, you fought well today and I mean to reward you. But first I would know your name?" I said to him.

"Martyn Rivers, the bastard son of Lord Jason Mallister the Lord of Seagard." He replied

"And does your father intend to give you any land after the war?" I asked

"I don't believe so my Lord." He replied and he didn't seem to upset about the fact

"Then as a reward for your loyal service to me and my brother, your King I would name you my captain of guard." I told him

"Thank you my Lord." He said in disbelief

"Now kneel." I commanded him as I unsheathed Kingmaker from my side. I blacked the blade of the sword on each of his shoulders before gesturing for him to rise.

"I name you Ser Martyn Silverswan of house Silverswan the captain of Harrenhal's guard." I said to him before clasping his hand.

"Now go get your self a drink and a rest, you fought hard today my Lord." I said and he bowed and left without a word. I turned it my wife who sat in her chair looking at me hungrily, I would be having a long night.

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( POV Robb Stark )

Taking Harrenhal was easy enough, with someone competent and well stocked this castle could be held by five hundred men against five thousand, but it wasn't held by a competent man who was well stocked, it was held by Amory Lorch, and the majority of his men where the 'Brave companions' or the Bloody Murmurs as they are more commonly known.

The Bloody Murmurs where viscous sell swords who burned the Riverlands along with the mountain but where called back to Harrenhal when the Mountain was killed by Jon. It was the night that Thorin should be engaging with Euron's fleet that we stormed the castle.

Greywind found a tunnel in the forrest near the Gods eye, when the men I sent through the tunnel returned they spoke of how it lead straight to Harrenhal. Many parts of the castle are still largely unexplored, after its burning during the conquest much of the castle is impossible to access.

So after leading a large amount of the army through the tunnel I stormed the castle and took it from the inside with ease. After taking the castle I had all the prisoners to the Gods wood and held a trial, all where found guilty of burning the Riverlands on Tywin Lannisters orders.

Before I could dispense justice a horn could be heard in the distance, the Lannisters thought it was a rescue and the Northmen where on guard but I would recognise that sound anywhere, it was my brothers horn. After the horn blast ended a great snow began, all across Westeros it snowed. They say that for the fist time ever that snow fell in Dorne, though it melted as soon as it touched the sand.

All across the Riverlands snow fell and rivers froze, it was only for a day but during that day of frost the whole northern army was stuck inside their tents. When the snows finally stopped and I left the keep it wasn't the charred ruin of a once great castle.

Instead I gazed upon a fully restored Harrenhal, it's walls higher and thicker than any castle I'd ever seen before. Where once the giant castle was made of black stone, its colour achieved by adding blood to the bricks mortar, now the castle was made almost entirely of stone as white as snow, except for the largest tower that stood as black as it ever had, a giant pillar of darkness in the otherwise pristine white castle.

From the top of that tower I could see half the Riverlands, and as I wondered what magic could have possibly done this I looked across the Gods Eye, the largest lake in Westeros and I gazed at the Isle of Faces in the centre said to be where the Old Gods are strongest south of the neck, I gazed at the blood red leaves that covered that island then I looked to the Gods Wood and there was a towering Heartree there, where before there was nothing but a charred stump.

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( POV Thorin Stark )

After taking Pyke I called for the surrender of the remaining Iron born, they did so quickly after finding out that Euron was dead and Pyke had fallen. I had them sail to Old Wyk where I would meet them to win their loyalties. I chose Old Wyk specifically, because it was where the Kingsmoot is typically held. It was also where Nagga's bones rest. Nagga was a giant sea dragon from the age of hero's that was killed by the Grey King, the most famous Iron born King.

So by calling the Iron born there and showing them a bones of Eurons sea dragon I will be sending a message, the show of force should strike fear into the lords but fear doesn't mean loyalty. But I also chose Old Wyk for another reason, this was the island that I raided with stolen Iron born boats they might call me green lander but I was making them pay the iron price before I had hair on my chin.

During the meeting the lord of Old Wyk Lord Dunstan Drumm, he was a young man only recently made a lord when his father fell ill before the start of the War. He challenged me to a duel to restore his fathers honour for my raid all those years ago. We fought on the shore as the tide came in. He wielded Red Rain his houses Valyrian steel sword and I wielded Chillrend.

He was better than most Iron born but still the duel didn't last long, I severed both his hands and took his sword. As I was about to plunge his own sword through his heart his uncle came and begged for mercy. Lord Rodrick Harlaw, Lord of the Ten Towers begged for his nephews life and i granted him the request but I kept Red Rain. I gifted the sword to my wife as a late Wedding gift.

After that small interruption the Lords of the Iron Isles swore fealty to me and my brother before I ordered them to restart construction of their fleet. I told them that one day when this war was over they would learn to sow, but until then they shall raid on my orders. After the meeting I placed my wife in charge and prepared to sail for Seagard, I must meet with my brothers to discuss the war.

And so I sailed aboard the Howling Wolf a few days later with a an escort to transport the sea dragon bones to my new Keep of Harrenhal. Among my escort was Martyn Silverswan my new Captain of Guard, and we had become friends these past few days. He had a good sense of humour and could hold his drink that put him in my hood graces.

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( POV Robb Stark )

I was on the docks of Seagard as The Howlimg Wolf sailed into the harbour along with a small escort and the carcass of a giant sea dragon. The dragons soured overhead and they roared in greeting as they got closer, the Direwolves howled back. Fenrir could barley sit still as the excitement of meeting Thorin again over took him.

The Howling Wolf docked and Thorin debarked, beside him was a man in full plate with silver swans decorating his armour, he had a large two handed axe secured on his back. This must be the new captain of guard they Thorin mentioned in his letter. Fenrir rushed to Thorin as soon as he touched land, and after he greeted me and Jon we retired to the Lords Solar to discuss our next actions.

"So how did it go Thorin?" Jon asked

"Well enough, as you could see there where some complications." He replied talking about the sea dragon

"And what do you mean to do with the body?" I asked.

"I'm going to have the scales fashioned into armour for the guards of Harrenhal, and I intend to make a throne out of the bones, and to hand the skull in the great hall." He replied

"Speaking of your new castle, I told you about the transformation in my latest letter, and I was thinking that maybe you should rename your new castle." I said to him

"Give me some time to think of a name." He said

"So what is our next moves brother?" Jon asked me and I took out two scrolls

"This says that one hundred thousand wildlings are marching on the wall, following a new King beyond the wall, Mance Rayder."

"The wall won't be able to stand against soo many wildlings brother, if the wall falls we will have to march back North" Jon said

"Exactly that's why you are going to negotiate, in my name before the Wall falls, they must accept me as their king and follow my laws or you are to kill them all." I told Jon

"And what does the other say?" Thorin asked me

"This one says that Stannis' fleet was burned in the Battle of the Blackwater and that his army was defeated by the Westerlands and the Reach." I told them

"So the Reach has knelt to the Lannisters. What am I to do?" Thorin asked

"The majority of your fleet is to go to the Reach while some of your fleet is to go West." I commanded him

"I'm to take Lannisport and Casterly Rock?" Thorin questioned, he always was quick to catch on to my strategies.

"Aye thats the plan, then your to secure the West, any who doesn't bow down, your to burn." I ordered

"And you brother?" Jon asked

"I'm going to offer the Storm Lords revenge, many refused to follow Stannis after they saw the shadow with his face kill Renly and they still hunger for vengeance for the death of Robert Baratheon, he was a well loved man even fifteen years after the rebellion." I explained

"And if they except your offer?" Thorin asked me

"Then I'm going to march on Kings Landing." I told them.

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( POV Robb Stark )

I stood across from the gathered Stormlords in the ruins of Summerhall, beside me was Gendry Baratheon, newly legitimised. He like myself was in full armour, though he wielded a war hammer. According to the Blackfish who stood on my other side he looked every bit the demon of the Trident.

I called this meeting of the Lords to try and gain their loyalties. These men fought beside my father in Roberts rebellion and was friends with many of them, few houses refused the call but the important ones where there. I saw Lord Connington, Lord Selmy, Lord Tarth, Lord Lonmouth as well as Lord Swann. These houses together could field a host of ten thousand.

When Renly first called his banners every Lord in the Stormlands answered. Renly was much like his brother in that aspect, loved by his bannermen, but he lacked Roberts eye for war. They say me and my brothers have the same eye for war, as we have never been beaten in the field, a better record than even Robert who was beaten once during his own rebellion.

"My Lords. Many of you knew my father, fought beside him." I said and I heard mumblings of agreement

"Aye your father was a good man, we knew him well, two wars we fought with him." The Bolds nephew, Lord Arstan Selmy said.

"My Father was Robert Baratheon's brother by choice, they grew up together, fought together and died just days apart, to the Lannisters." I said and I saw the angry looks on the Stormlords faces at the mention of the Lannister treachery

"When I came to seek an alliance with Renly Baratheon, a honourable King our peace talks ended poorly due to the interference of the Tyrell's. And as I left both me and Renly where attacked by a shadow baring Stannis' face, may he burn in the Blackwater." I continued and again I heard angry mutterings at the mention of the Tyrells and at Stannis.

"King Renly's loyal Queen ram straight to the Lannisters and half the Stormlords either didn't believe the story or didn't care and joined Stannis the Kinslayer." I said and I heard Lord Ronald Connington mutter 'Kinslaying Bastard'

"I come here today with Robert Baratheon's oldest son, Gendry Baratheon a legitimised bastard." I say as I gesture to Gendry and none of the Stormlords questioned it, he looked identical and it was no secret that Robert had many bastards.

"And I called you here to ask that you pledge to him, the last true Baratheon, and that you pledge to me, and march to Kings Landing by my side as many of you did with my father." I said to them.

Lord Gulian Swann was the first to act unsheathing his sword and kneeling, he named Gendry his Lord and me 'Storm King' Lord Selmy followed shortly after, then Lord Tarth. The other Lords followed the example. The minor houses that didn't attend would no doubt pledge to me as well after hearing the outcome of the meeting.

I came to this meeting with only six thousand men and I left with sixteen thousand, it was with these gathered men that I would march to Kings Landing, get my sister and take Joffrey's head.

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( POV Thorin Stark )

After my brothers and I departed from Seagard I first sailed for the Iron Isles, where I collected my fleet, then I headed west for the second time since this war began, though this time I went by sea instead of land. I sailed with my full fleet carrying twenty five thousand men in total.
Our first target was Fair Island, is one of the two Westerland fleets, the other being located at Lannisport. The night before the battle I called my commanders to my ship to discuss the plans.

The first was my wife, who had been sailing and commanding men since she was fifteen, the next was Martyn Silverswan who lead the majority of the Riverland fleet in his fathers name as well as his own galley, the souring swan. Then was Rollo, a large Northern man who lead the Northern fleet, he was some distant nephew of Lord Manderly who's mother came from one of the mountain clans. Then was Artos Arryn, an Arryn of Gulltown, who commanded the Gulltown fleet.

It was decided that Rollo would lead an attack in the night sailing in longboats under the shadow of darkness and burning as many ships as possible, then he would lead the the remaining ships directly into a trap and the ships would be surrounded on all sides, with large galley's blocking any escapes while they where picked off by cogs, longships as well as the many sea creatures I commanded. The plan went perfectly, and the battle ended with me boarding the flagship and separating the captains head from his shoulders.

After defeating the fleet and taking any survivors prisoner we sailed to Faircastle and accepted their surrender. From faircastle I was to sail to Kayce then onto Feastfires, I took Kayce by using a few of the stolen Faircastle boats and disguising my own soldiers as Lannisters, the opened the sea gate and i sailed right into the city, taking it from there was easy. After taking, Kayce the fleet sailed to Feastfires, the castle was small and surrendered as soon as they saw how many ships was in the fleet.

It was night now and I stood on deck gazing over the water, it was calm tonight and cold, though I didn't feel the sea chill under all the fur, I looked at the fleet, the combined navel might of all my brothers Kingdoms, near six hundred and fifty ships, the Stark banner flew high in the sky it went on for miles.

I looked east just a few miles and soon I would be able to see the towering castle that was Casterly Rock, I closed my eye and concentrated and when I opened my eye it wasn't just my own I looked through, it was hundreds, mice, birds, spiders. I spent hours standing on deck learning every secret Casterly Rock had hidden behind those stone walls.

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( POV Jon Stark )

I stared up at the Wall as it loomed over me. I had rode hard from Seagard, Ghost had returned from his hunt, his white fur stained red with blood and Parthunax soured above myself and the ten thousand men that accompanied me. I was nearing Castle Black where I would meet with the Old Bear and discuss this King beyond the Wall that the Lord Commander had mentioned in his letter to Robb.

A week back I had passed through Winterfell, I saw Arya and Bran though Lady Stark ignored me as usual. Bran greeted me on his own two legs with a Weirwood cane in one hand and his other in Summer's fur Arya was covered in dirt, no surprise there and at her side was a thin sword. Summer, Winter (renamed Nymeria) and Lady ran to greet their silent big brother and soon Ghost lead them to the Gods wood to hunt.

I stayed there only for a few days before I set out again but those days where bliss, for the first time since the war started I was able to relax in Winterfell and forget about everything that had happened. I had also been able to introduce Ysilla Royce, my wife to them to them who I had left in Winterfell when I left for the wall, her brother accompanying me on the journey.

As I entered Castle Black I saw the sorry state of the place, I grew up on tales of the Nights Watch, an honourable order defending the realms of men from whatever lurked beyond the wall from their fortresses that lined the Wall instead I found a bunch of thieves and rapists in a fort that was falling apart. But even with the horrible state the watch was in, the Wall was still a marvel to behold.

Once I entered the castle I was greeted by large man, his hair was white and his face wrinkled but he still looked as strong as the Greatjon, that must be the Lord Commander. On his left stood a clean shaven man, his hair was greying, his hand rested on his sword and a snarl on his face. On the Lord Commanders right was Uncle Benjen in his black cloak. I dismounted and approached the three.

"Lord Commander." I greeted the Old Bear with all the respect he was due before facing Benjen

"Uncle." I greeted to him with a smile before embracing him in a tight hug

"Nephew, it has been too long." He greeted me as he returned my hug.

"Aye it has Uncle, I wished to see you before you passed from old age" I jested

"Old age, why you little shit, I might be getting old but I can still nock you on tour arse in the yard, boy!" He said in mock outrage before chuckling and embracing me yet again

"How I have missed you Jon" he said. After finishing our hug I turned to the other man and offered my hand

"I don't believe we've met, Jon Stark. I introduced my self

"Ser Allister Thorne, Master of arms at Castle Black." he took my hand with a scowl

"Let me introduce my own companions" I say before he's tiring to my right then my left

"My Father in law Lord Yohn Royce, and Lord Galbert Glover." I introduced them.

After we greeted each other the Lord Commander asked if we wanted to retire to his solar and I agreed. Yohn and Lord Glover went to set a camp for the troops while me, Uncle Ben and the Lord Commander went to his solar.

"So tell me about this King beyond the Wall?"

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( POV Robb Stark )

"Your Grace." I heard from behind me

I was standing on one of the outer walls that made up the defences of Summerhall, even as a ruin the castle was impressive. I turned to see who called me and when I turned I saw Granduncle Brynden, his advice had been extremely helpful during the War of the Five Kings as some called it.

Though my own army had taken to calling it the War of the Wolves after me and my brothers names that the Lords sometimes refer to us as, 'The Wolves of War'. At the beginning of the War many of my own Lords called me a green boy who was playing at war, never to my face of course but I knew anyway.

Their thought where evident in their name, the Young Wolf I was called, at the beginning no doubt some used the name to mock me but soon enough many spoke it with almost religious zealous. Now though as I grew older I have been given a different name by my men, 'The Wolf King'.

"Yes Ser Brynden." I asked the Blackfish as I began to walk through through the camp with him.

"If you where planning to take Kings Landing why did you send the bulk of your forces with your brothers?" He asked

"I sent ten thousand men North with Jon to protect my land from the Wildling invaders." I explained to him

"I sent twenty three thousand men with Thorin. Those men will meet with the seventeen thousand strong host that has been consolidating power in the West." I continued and Brynden listened with rapt attention

"With the combined might of forty thousand men my brother will take Casterly Rock then he will split the host leaving twenty thousand men in command of Lord Karstark and Lord Karstark will bring the West to heel and eventually they will bend the knee." I said to him

"Then my brother will take his remaining twenty thousand men and his fleet and he will sail to the Reach, while he attacks from the West we will attack from the east." I said

"So we're not marching on Kings Landing?" He asked confused

"You are, you will march with a mix of Northmen and Rivermen, numbering three thousand as well as three thousand men from the Stormlands. You will hunt Tywins scouts in the Kingswood and he will have no idea of your numbers or your position."

"He will assume I'll be marching the bull of my forces to the city and he will prepaid for a siege and while he's busy doing that, Thorin will be sacking Casterly Rock and I will be burning the Reach." I told him

"Now prepare your men Grand Uncle, you march on day break."

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( POV Thorin Stark )

It was just a few hours to nightfall as I sailed to the base of the mountain that Casterly Rock sat upon, behind me you could still see Lannisport burning.Storming the Rock would be nearly impossible and besieging it could take from months to years. So I was taking a page from Lan the Clever's book and I'm going to take the keep through deception.

For months Lord Karstark had been sending soldiers into the castle under the guise of refugees, the forces only numbered a few hundred but it would be enough for the plan. As I was scouting the Rock through Warging I also discovered a series of hidden doors that lead to the sewers, this tunnel is how I planned to get another large force of men into the keep.

As the sun rose yesterday Lord Karstark had begun to besiege the castle, it was nothing serious it was only meant to be a distraction. He has been launching boulders at the thick walls of the keep, it does little to no damage but it has kept the men at arms awake so when I lead the attack I'll be fighting tired men not fresh soldiers.

"My lord. We have reached the tunnel." Came the hushed voice of Ser Martyn Silverswan.

"Good set a watch for the ships and prepare the rest of the men." I commanded and I got a nod in response before he hurried of to carry out my orders.

The tunnel was covered by an iron door, to get through it I had two large men from bear island hammer away at it with large hammers. It broke soon enough and in an hour we were climbing our way through the tunnels that eventually lead to the sewers, and from the sewers we made our way into the keep itself.

We came out deep into the mountain the Casterly Rock was situated on, right by the famous Lannister Vaults. At the same time Lord Karstark was leading his first real assault on the castle, he had a giant battering ram, the men carrying the ram held a large tower shield high to protect from archer fire, and every time one of the people carrying fell their role was picked up by some one else immediately after.

It took a while to make our way through the giant keep that was Casterly Rock but soon enough we found ourselves in the main keep, it was abandoned, the servants had either grabbed a weapon and made for the walls or hidden in a secure area, so we faced no opposition making our way through out and soon we found ourselves attacking the Lannisters from behind.

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( POV Lannister Soldier )

'The battle had started so well' I thought as I drew another arrow and loosed it into the hoard of Northerners that had gathered in front of the gate. I couldn't let these savages past the gate, we wouldn't survive I knew. Ser Daven tells us that even a thousand men could hold the Rock from a hundred thousand 'Snow Savages' but I knew better.

I was stationed on the southern bank in the battle of Riverrun, I remember seeing the Black Bear on a green field illuminated by blue fire as my friends got cut down by giant men clad in fur cloaks, I was one of the lucky few to get away from that battle, and my luck lasted when I survived the battle of Oxencross.

Ser Daven collected any of his fathers men who survived Oxencross, me among them and marched us to the Rock. We are safe in the Rock he says, but no one is safe from the Bloody Wolf. I look over the walls as I draw yet another arrow I see the White Sunburst banner but the one that catches my attention is the black wolf on a white field, the wolf had its red fangs bared in a snarl. I felt a shiver of fear go down my back as i loosed my arrow.

Maybe Ser Daven is right and our five thousand men can hold the Northern at the gate but the fighting isn't only at the gate for nearly an hour the Northerners battered their ram at our gate when the fighting started behind us, Ser Daven sent one of his trusted men to deal with it but I know not what happened.

"The gate is failing my Lord." A hurried voice addressed Ser Daven I loosed another arrow before someone finally spoke.

"So much death. My father, my brothers, what can men do against such savagery?" Came the Brocken voice of one of Ser Davens friends

"Ride out and meet them!" Ser Daven said furiously as he drew his blade, the hilt showing a roaring lion.

"For death, and glory?" His friend asked furiously "you'd have us die for glory!"

"No! For the West!" Ser Daven responded

"For the sun sets and darkness comes but we will not go quietly into the eternal night at the end of Northern spears!" Ser Daven said

"MEN OF THE WEST!" I called to us all

"Let this be the hour that we draw swords together! A red hour! A bloody hour!" His voice echoed above the sounds of battle

He leapt on his horse as me and everyone around him mounted and we turned to face the gate.

"There may be a day where the courage of the West fails! But it is not this day! It will be a day of wolves and shattered shields when the men of the West bow down meekly! But today is not that day! Today is a day of Lions! And swords!" He roared and his thick blond main billowed in the wind

"And who are you, the proud lord said, that I must bow so low!" Ser Daven began to sing

"Only a cat of a different coat, that's all the truth I know!" we took up the song beside him

"In a coat of gold or a coat of red, a lion still has claws, and mine are long and sharp, my lord as long and sharp as yours!"

It was then the gate smashed open but no one stopped singing. Ser Daven lead the charge his voice could be heard above the sounds of dying men and The Rains of Castamere was sung by hundreds if not thousands of men as we rode out the gates to face these Northern savages.

"And so he spoke, and so he spoke, that lord of Castamere!"

"But now the rains weep o'er his hall, with no one there to hear!"

"Yes, now the rains weep o'er his hall, and not a soul to hear!"

"And so he spoke, and so he spoke that lord of Casta-

I rode beside Ser Daven into the the Northern army and I watched him cut men down in droves and I watched as his horse was downed by a spear. But it didn't come from a fur clad snow savage but it came from a Westerman who rode just behind him.

The man dismounted and unsheathed his own sword as Ser Daven wobbled to his feet. Ser Daven searched frantically for his sword and when he found it he was able raise it just in time to block the swing from the attacker. I dismounted determined to help My Lord but I was blacked my hulking Northman with the white sunburst on his shield. We fought for a few minutes before he slipped in the mud and I got the upper hand drove my sword through his stomach.

Sun had fallen and darkness had settled on the land and it had began to rain though I didn't notice. My sword refused to budge from the man's belly so I looked for a weapon nearby. I found a crude hatchet embedded in the shoulder of one of my brothers in arms. I wrenched the weapon free and advanced towards Lord Lannister.

Ser Davens armour, previously covered in shiny gold lion was now covered in blood and mud. His full face helmet lay at his feet with a large noticeable dent in it. Ser Daven was looking worse for wear, with a bloody gash in the side of his head an arrow in his shoulder and another one in his stomach. Yet he still faced his opponent all the same.

I heaved the axe high in the air and tried to get closer to the fight. Before I could reach Ser Daven his opponent was able to run him through with his great sword. I rushed to his side determined to avenge him.

"But now the rains weep o'er his hall, with no one there to hear" the voice said in a low voice

"Yes, now the rains weep o'er his hall, and not a soul to hear" I raised my axe high and charged but I never made it to my target. I looked down in shock, I saw an arrow shaft in my stoma—

The axe fell from my grasp as my hands went to my throat, there was a shaft there to, I felt no pain only shock. And cold. I looked at my bloody hands before I dropped. As I lay in the mud the life draining from me I looked to the man who killed my Lord, I couldn't see his face but I saw his banner clearly. A red lion on a silver field. Long and sharp indeed.

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( POV Thorin Stark )

I sat in the great hall, in Tywin Lannisters own seat as I waited for the last of the Lords to join me. Most of the Lords where here already, Asha sat on my left and Lord Karstark sat at my right. I didn't have to wait long before the last of the Lords arrived and with them arrived our new allies. The Reynes of Castamere.

There were two brothers, the largest and oldest, Roland Reyne The Red Lion was large man with a clean shaven face and a thick mane of black hair that fell to his shoulders. He stood in his full armour, his barbute helmet helmet held under his arm and a lion cloak around his shoulders. On his back a large great sword rested in its sheath. Brightroar the lost Lannister sword now wielded by a Reyne, the thought brought a smile to my face.

Next I looked to to the second brother Roger Reyne. While not a small man easily 5'8 compared to his 6'2 brother he paled in comparison. Where his brother was bulky Roger was thin, where his brother was clean shaven Roger had a thick beard. Roland's hair was long and wild, Rogers was cut short. And where his brother had Brightroar strapped to his back Roger had a giant longbow. It was one of the famous Goldenheart bow from the Summer Isles.

The bow was only a head shorter than Roger himself. He also had a circular metal shield that the unsullied used and and Dothraki arakh that he no doubt uses to great effect. Rogers armour was made from boiled leather over mail not like the plate his brother wore and he had a cloak made from fox pelts. Roger also had a full face great helm under his arm and a noticeable scar from above his right eyebrow down to his lip. In his hand was a bloody bag. I stood from my seat to my full height.

"It seems that tales of house Reynes extinction where greatly exaggerated. Now if you don't mind my asking how did you survive" I asked them

"When my Grandfather was drowning in the mines of Castamere my mother was escaping with us across the narrow sea with a great sun of gold." Roland replied

"In Essos we trained with the best warriors and eventually formed our own sellsword company. And when we heard of a chance to bloody the Old Lion we jumped at the chance." He continued

"And to show our allegiance to the King in the North we brought a gift." Roland said before gesturing to his brother who took a head from the bag he held and passed it to me

"I present you Ser Daven Lannister." Ser Roland said. I gave the head to a Stark guard before turning back to Roland

"Lord Roland Reyne do you and your brother name Robb Stark your King?" I asked them

"We do" Roland replied before he and his brother kneeled

"Then then I name you Lord Roland Reyne, the Lord of Casterly Rock and Warden of the West." I said to the new warden of the west

"You will take your own men and join them with Lord Karstarks host. The both of you will bring the West to heel, the Lords will swear allegiance to the King of Winter or their line will die." I commanded them.

"Now fetch me the Maester I have letters to send" I ordered before returning to my seat in the great hall.

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( POV Tyrion Lannister )

I sat at in Small Council chambers, It seems the King has come to grace us with his presence. My father named me Master of Laws after the Blackwater. Ever since this Gods forsaken War of the Five Kings began every Small Council meeting had resulted in a worse headache than the last. This meeting had began with good news for a change the giant Scorpions we had commissioned to combat the Stark Dragons had been completed, the walls of Kings Landing had already began to put them in place.

The Scorpions had been tested on the dragon skulls in the dungeons but we had no idea if they could penetrate dragon scales, he'll we don't even know if these Ice Dragons are the same as the Valyrian ones. After the news about the scorpions we discussed the Royal Wedding, Mace Tyrell talked for a full ten minutes about how happy he was to see his house joined with the Crown. Fool. It seems the Royal Wedding was to proceed as planned and in just a week the King would have a Queen.

"What news of the Northern traitors?" My beloved nephew asked in his hateful venomous voice

"Ah but it's not just the Northern traitors is it? How many Kingdoms is it now, Varys?" I asked my... Friend?

"The North, Riverlands, Vale, the Iron Isles as well as the Stormlands. So over half of the kingdoms your Grace."

"By the Seven! It's Roberts Rebellion all over again!" Uncle Kevan, the master of coin exclaimed. Kevin was appointed when father had Littlefinger a head shorter for stealing from the crown.

"Actually even Robert lost a battle in his own Rebellion, yet the Wolves of War have yet to suffer a defeat in the field." Lord Tarly the Master of War pointed out.

"Yes I crushed his host in the battle of Ashford." Lord Tyrell said pompously though everyone knew it was Lord Tarly who won the battle.

"He had not lost in the field because he has not fought me in the field." Father replied

"No you where just caught sleeping by his bastard brother" my comment got nought but a glare from my father.

"If Robb Stark comes to the city I'll cut off his head myself, and feed it to Sansa." My lovey nephew decided to contribute to the conversation.

"You'll do no such thing, she's to be your aunt a soon as you marry the Lady Margery." My father replied. I looked at him in shock knowing what that means

"She's is just a child I'll not do it!" I ranted at my father though I knew it was no use my father always got his way.

"Everyone out, I need to speak with my son." Father said and everyone began to stand though Joffrey looked like he was about to protest

"Actually a note came just before you called this meeting, addressed to you from Casterly Rock" came the old voice of Pycelle as he handed my father the scroll. He read the letter quickly before he clenched his hand in anger and threw the letter on the table.

"Out! All of you out now! He shouted and everyone scurried off including the King though I stayed and read the letter and father walked to the window, he filled himself a goblet of wine as my eyes scanned the scroll.

To Lord Tywin Lannister, former Lord of Casterly Rock and Hand of the King to Joffrey Waters.

I am begging if the Old Lion has gotten too old for the great Game of Thrones. For I have heard you roar but I found that wolves howl louder. And I've found lions with a coat of red are better Lords of the Rock than those with a coat of gold. And your nephew found that Lions with a coat of red have claws that are long and sharp, as long and sharp as yours.

From Lord Thorin Stark, Lord of Erebor, Warden of the Rivers and the Isles and Hand of King Robb Stark.

After I read the scroll I looked to my father, and I thought about his precious legacy, the first Lannister to lose the Rock and the thought brought a smile to my face.

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( POV Loras Tyrell )

The War in the Kingswood should have been an easy victory. We don't know the exact numbers of enemies but there can't be more than ten thousand, and we where fifteen thousand. The men of the Reach under the command of myself and Dickon Tarly and the Westerlands men under the command of Ser Addam Marband.

Tarly was representing the Reach, Marband the West and I was to represent the Crown as a member of the Kingsguard. Our forces where mainly heavy foot with tower shields and long spears, the specialty of the Westerlands aswell as mounted Reach knights. While in a field battle our knights would destroy these rebels in only one charge they are easy pickings for enemy archers in the woods. The heavy foot faired better than the knights during the past few weeks.

But the light armoured Rivermen where in there element here. We haven't had any true battles only a series of skirmishes, quick battles where the Stormlands own heavy infantry would attack from the front while the Riverlands light cavalry archers would fire from the back, by the time our lines are formed the retreat is sounded and the enemy is on the run. When our cavalry gives chase we are lead on a wild goose chase only to be hit yet again by the Riverlands horse archers.

So far in the past few weeks we'd suffered three thousand deaths and two thousand wounded in these numerous skirmishes with the Blackfish and his men. But the battle that we lost the most men wasn't even lead by the Blackfish. No that battle was lead by some minor Stormlord with dreams of grandeur. Ulfric Stormcloak.

Once from a powerful house, in the age of Kings his family ruled as the Kings of the Kingswood. Even before the Andals came to Westeros the Firstmen Stormcloaks ruled. It was the Storm King Beric Durrandon that finely subdued the powerful house and even then it was said that for every Stormcloak that fell in the Kingswood ten of the Storm Kings men died to traps or the so called Sons of the Storm.

Well Ser Osmund Kettleback learned how effective these 'Stormcloaks' could be in there own forrest. There is only about five hundred of these Stormcloaks or 'Sons of the Storm' as they call themselves, and they are lightly armoured with no plate only leather and mail. But everyone of them grew up in the Kingswood, they know the land better than any of us ever will and they fight with the ferocity of someone protecting there home.

All the Stormcloaks had similar armour with there leather then mail then a piece of blue cloth that wrapped around their torso. They also wield a simple wooden circle shield with the white roaring bear on a blue field proudly displayed. They all have a crude melee weapon, either a short sword, spiked mace or an axe. But what makes them so dangerous is their knowledge of the environment and their ability with a bow. Everyone of them has a longbow strapped to there back and our heavy knights without the ability to charge are just giant targets for them to shoot at.

The battle was last week a few days after Margery's wedding to the King when the battle happened. I wasn't leading this one, I was fighting on the other side of the Kingswood the battle was led by Ser Osmund Kettleback another Kingsguard. We outnumbered them three to one, with our three thousand men we should have destroyed them. And in the beginning we where.

The Lannister heavy infantry began to overwhelm the Stormsland troops and they hadn't enough horse archers to effectively harass the cavalry, it was looking to be the best success we had in weeks until the horn was sounded. Every arrow these Stormcloaks loosed a knight fell.

I've been told that Ser Osmund got as many knights prepared for a charge as he could, Dickon Tarly amongst them and he charged into the tree line with hundreds of heavy knights following him. But the Kings of the Kingswood where famous for their traps and this Ulfric was no different. As Ser Osmund neared the Stormcloaks the trap was sprung and several trees fell on top of the charging Knights.

Hundreds of Knights where crushed or skewered with arrows, tho Dickon Tarly was lucky enough to survive being flung of his horse as was Ser Osmund. Dickon and Ser Osmund both tried to confront Ulfric Stormcloak. Ser Osmund still dazed from his fall didn't even get his sword from his sheath before Ulfric Stormcloak had thrown half a shattered spear shaft through his shoulder.

Dickon tried to fight Ulfric but while a competent warrior Dickon was a much better strategist then swordsman. Dickon wielded his great sword with some skill but I've been told that Ulfric wielded a large kite shield and a spiked flail like a demon. Ser Osmund had his face smashed in and Dickon returned with a broken arm and only seven hundred men.

And now with only ten thousand men between us and I had just marched five of them the whole way across the Kingswood to where we believe the rebels to be located. A few days ago we got word that reinforcements from the Riverlands where arriving by ship and we had to defeat each host before they can join and the War in the Kingswood is lost.

I gazed upon the fortified hill that the rebel host had camped on. There were some basic wooden fortifications and trying to fight an uphill battle will end in many casualties no doubt but should Ser Addam defeat the reinforcements then he'll be able to attack the rebels from behind.

As the sun began to set I signalled for the battle to begin.

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( POV Addam Marbrand )

I lead the men to the ships that had just docked. There were five of the ships, and each one should be filled with Rivermen ready to join the War in the Kingswood but what they won't be expecting is three thousand heavy Lannister footmen. We'll slaughter these rebels and avenge all the men the Bloody Wolf killed in the West.

"Men! Charge!" I called as I lead the charge to the ships

One ship went up in flames and the other four where stormed, I went to the largest and personality ransacked it. I ran up the gangplank, ran a deckhand through with my sword and nocked another overboard with my shield. I approached the door that lead below deck. I kicked it in, the door swung open and I charged in only to find it empty.

I ran on deck again confused. Deckhands lay dead and the river turned red with blood, another ship had been burned, I rushed down the gangplank to my men to question them.

"Did you find any men?" I asked panicked

"Just deckhands." Hadvar replied confused

"It's a trap." I whispered

"What did you say?" Hadvar asked

"Form ranks!" I shouted as I spotted riders on the horizon

"Form ranks! Now!" My orders where drowned out by the sound of war horns and hoof beats.

"Spears! Spears!" I called and some listened forming up around me as I faced down the cavalry charge but the majority ran trying to escape. Fools! Even the most skilled knights would fail against a row of spears but cowards running, they die.

I looked to the banner of the knights. A black trout leaping over a blue bridge. The Blackfish?

I threw down my sword and grabbed a spear, I braced it against my shield as the cavalry charged only a few remained the rest ran. They where run down as where we. I took down a man with my spear and bashed a man's head in with my shield before I felt the pain. A spear to my gut. I grabbed the dirk from my belt and with the last of my strength I hurled it at his smug face.

I pulled the spear from my gut after watching the bastard fall. Blood flowed from the wound as I turned to my left and I saw the black leaping trout banner just before I took a hit to the head.

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( POV Ulfric Stormcloak )

I strapped my kite shield securely to my left forearm and placed my spiked flail to my belt then with my shield hand i grabbed a bunch of javelins, then finally before I left I placed my great helm on my head. Now I was ready I made my way to the temporary battlements. I joined with my most trusted warriors, Galmar and Ralof. Both Stormcloaks through and through.

Galmar was a large man who wore a bear cloak and had his greying hair in a braid and his beard had braids along it also. In his right hand was a longbow that he could use to deadly effect. Ralof was also a large man though smaller than both me and Galmar. His golden blond hair fell down past his shoulders and his face was clean shaven. He had two throwing axes on his belt and a short sword on his back. His left hand held a shield with the roaring white bear displayed.

I nodded to them both before looked down at the bottom of the hill. The Tyrell boy was marching to his death and he had no idea. The White Rose had his men lined up and was preparing to march up the hill. He had delayed fight a day to give time for his reinforcements to arrive not knowing the Blackfish will have killed them by now. I turned to my men.

"Stormcloaks!" I called

"Down that hill sits the 'White Rose of Highgarden.'" I say in a mocking voice to the laughter of my men

"The flower boy wishes to burn your homes kill your sons and rape your women!" I said to them to their jeers

"Are you going to let him!" I asked

"NEVER!" Was the response

The Tyrell has begun to march his men up the hill and he must be confused about his lack of resistance.

"I say it is about time that the Horn of Jurgan Windcaller sounded in the Kingswood once again!" I shouted as I raised the horn of our founder to my lips and blew.

*AAAAHHHHOOOOOOO*

"Bring down the walls!" I shouted to cheers.

The logs where pulled down them set aflame before they where pushed down the hill. I lead the men down after, they roared like the bear on their shields. All around men burned and where crushed as their hoses threw their riders off in fear of the flames.

Soon enough I got sight of the White Rose, I readied a javelin and it sailed through the air past his face. The second found his shield and the third his horse. Once he recovered from his fall he readied his sword and me, my flail. We where evenly matched until two Tyrell men got involved, then I was on the defensive.

That changed when the horn was sounded. The Tyrell was exited thinking it his reinforcements, but was confused when they began charging his men. In this confusion I was able to kill the two Tyrell soldiers but by then the White Rose had realised the battle was lost. He jumped on the closest horse he could find and rode for Kings Landing, any remaining Knights followed.

I saw Galmar draw his longbow and I saw the shaft embed itself in the Tyrell's shoulder, but he kept riding. I looked to my own shoulder I had taken a wound, but it was worth it.

the War in the Kingswood had is Won.

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( POV Addam Marband )

I awoke with a splitting pain in my head and an aching in my stomach. I heard noise in front of me and I looked up. It was a blond man wearing Stormcloak armour, he had two throwing axes strapped to his belt.

"Hey your finally awake."

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( POV Asha Greyjoy )

It was a chilly night. The moon was high in the sky as I stood in the deck of the the Howling Wolf in front of my husband. He looked so beautiful in the moonlight. Oh how I wish he didn't have to go. I don't know what I would do if he didn't come back, what our child would do. My sword hand went to Red Rain at my side while my other went to my stomach. It had a noticeable bulge. A daughter. My first child any day now.

"Please husband don't go." I asked, I didn't beg I had too much pride to beg.

"You know I have to. If I can get the Hightower's to bend the knee to Robb then soon enough the Reach will become ours." He responded with annoying reason

"And how do you expect to convince the old man of anything? They say he hasn't left that blasted tower of his in years. He's been hold up in there since his daughter went mad." I questioned though I knew it was pointless. He's a stubborn old fool my husband.

"Be careful." I asked as I laid a hand on his face

"Always." He responded before leaning in close. Our kiss was short and all to soon it was over. I stared as he sailed his small long boat off towards the Hightower

I looked west towards the Arbor. Towards war.

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( POV Tyrion Lannister )

I sipped my wine. I lost count of which one this was. Third, forth, fifteenth. Who knew? I was well nearly finished my glass when I was summoned to the Small Council chambers. My small legs walked up the many stairs to the chamber. I was the last to arrive it seemed.

"So what is the emergency?" I questioned them as I hopped my way onto one of the chairs and poured myself yet another glass.

"My son has returned." Lord Tyrell said and by his tone I could tell that the White Rose didn't return victorious.

"Casualties?" I asked and lord Tyrell bristled while my Uncle Kaven responded

"Osmund Kettleback Knight of the Kings Guard- Dead. Dickon Tarly heir to Hornhill - Mortally wounded. Ser Addam Marband - Captured. Five thousand Tyrell Knights - Dead or captured. Six thousand Lannister Heavy Infantry - Dead or captured." He read from a list in a tired tone and I saw Lord Tarlys hand clench at the mention of his son.

"Let me get this straight. Two Kings Guard, one of the best commanders from the West one of the Best commanders from the Reach as well as fifteen thousand men went into the Kingswood?" I asked

"Yes your point?" Father asked, his tone clipped

"Only one Kings Guard and four thousand men escaped. We have been losing this War since the moment my mad nephew cut of Ned Starks head and now with the loss in the Kingswood Robb Stark could match his army to the gates unopposed." I said amazed

"We're all going to die." I said before gulping the rest of my wine

"Actually Dickon Tarly is likely to survive, if a bit impaired." Came the wheezing voice of Pycell

"Better dead than a cripple." Lord Tarly grunted as he glared his goblet as if the cup had crippled his son not the Northerners.

"Thank you for your input Master of Coin but unless you have a solution to our apparent 'doom' then shall we move on." Father said to me

"We could offer gold, a lordship and a pretty wife to any man who brings us the head of Robb Stark or his brothers." Kaven proposed

"Promises like that only work when your the richest house in Westeros and are winning the War. Currently we are neither." I reminded him. Uncle was too used to having the riches of Casterly Rock that he seems to forget that the Raynes control all that gold.

"Set the bounty anyway" Father said and we spoke about other important matters until father brought up my impending wedding

"Your marriage is in a few days. The King and Queen will attend and you will be presentable. Do you here me, no bouts of drunkenness or foolery." Father spoke to me as if I was a drunken fool. I was no fool. I downed my goblet before refilling it yet again

"Of course Lord Hand." I replied. We spoke of other less important things before finally the meeting ended. After the meeting ended Varys approached me

"My friend. Your not optimistic about our chances in this war?" My…..friend asked me.

"Not in the slightest." I responded before gulping some arbor gold

"My friend if a time where to come when the city is surrounded by angry Northmen and I offered you a boat, to Essos, to a Queen would you take it?" He questioned me

"Hypothetically of course?" I asked, my eyebrow raised in question

"Of course." He responded

"Then we shall sail on a boat, to Essos, to a Queen." I responded and raised my glass he clinked his with my own.

He turned and stalked away, to sling his webs.

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( POV Layton Hightower )

I turned from the green fire of the glass candle. The vision. Death. So much death.

"Malora?" My voice croaked

"Malora, my sweet daughter what did you see?" I asked, my voice crazed

"Dark Wings. Death. Death. Death. The raven. You ordered it. Death. Death. It will lead to our death. Death. Death. Death. Death." She said as she stared into the magic flames

"You ordered a death Father. But you trade one life for the life of your whole house." She spoke her voice hollow as blood fell from her eyes, ears and nose.

"Who did you order dead? Lord Layton?" Enquired a voice from the darkness. I turned only to find the Bloody Wolf

"Yours" I croaked as I raised my shaky hands. I grabbed my cane and stood in front of Malora

"I came here to convince you to bend the knee. To cure your daughter of her sickness. But I find out that you've ordered my death. What am I to do?" He asked as he walked towards the desk where the candle sat, along with a letter.

He walked towards the desk and as he did the candle changed from green to a light blue flame. He picked up the letter and read it as i inched my way closer to my sword, propped up against the wall though I was unsure whether or not I would still be able to lift it in my old age.

"To my Good Father Lord Layton Hightower. Blah, Blah, Blah. Kill the bloody wolf as his fleet attacks Oldtown or the Arbor. Blah, Blah, Blah. Greatly rewarded. Blah, Blah, Blah. Your good son Master of Ships Lord Tyrell." He read as he glanced to me then to my Malora.

"How was I to die?" He asked all the humour gone from his voice as he stalked towards Malora. I grabbed my sword and with a strength I shouldn't have in my old age I rushed him. My sword was caught in his hand and the sound of steel meeting wood echoed around the study.

He wrenched the blade from my grasp and I fell to the ground. His free hand wrapped around my Maloras slim neck.

"Tell me, how was I to die?" He whispered to her and her eyes glazed over.

"Death. Death. Burning. Burning. Fire and Death." She responded and she began to shake as more blood poorer from her nose, eyes and ears.

"You saw death in the flames yet I am not on my ship? Who did you see burning?" He asked urgently

"The Bloody one won't burn. No. No. The Kraken. And the little Wolf. Burn. Burn. Death. Fire. Death." She whispered and his hand tightened around my sweet Maloras throat.

His grip loosened and his eye became bleach white for only a moment until he crashed to the floor shaking as tears flowed from his eye, back to the grey from before.

"Burning. Fire. Death." He said his voice broken he looked at me and I saw the sadness in his eye become replaced with malice and anger.

He through Malora to the ground and approached me quickly. He grabbed me by my throat and dragged me to the staircase. The door that lead to the stairs was locked but he ripped the door of its hinges before dragging me up the stairs to the top of the Hightower to where the flame glows brightly. He raised he to his eye, but my vision was bleary.

"You took my wife from me, I will take everything from you." He whispered in my ear as he dragged me to the edge

"Alduin! Frostfyre!" His voice roared with unnatural power and a roar ten times loader answered the call and I was forced to watch as my people, my city, my home was all consumed in the blue fire.

"Seven save me. Father be just. Mother mercy. Smith give me strength. Warrior protect me. Crone guide me. Maid forgive me." I begged to the gods though none seemed to listen

"Stranger take you." Was all I heard before I was hurdling to the ground below.

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( POV Asha Greyjoy )

"You called my lady?" Came the voice of Ser Martyn Silverswan. My husbands most loyal man.

"Aye, something isn't right, take the baby and put her on your ship." I commanded as I handed her to the loyal Knight though I struggled as the birth was difficult.

"Is something wrong my lady?" He asked concerned as he held daughter close to his chest

"I'm sure it is nothing just…..just do this please. It would give me piece of mind." I pleaded

"Of course my Lady, as you command. I shall return her to you in the morning." He said before bowing and leaving quickly.

I collapsed on the bed from exhaustion and slept for hours, when I awoke it wasn't to the gentle swaying of the sea or the sunlight peering through the window or even to the sounds of battle.

I awoke to smoke

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Within the shadow of the Wall rode four silent figures. Three clothed in black, one in a crown of bronze and iron and the final wrapped himself in a thick woollen cloak over his bronze armour. They sat atop large steeds bread for winter cold, one adorned with a silver horn. They rode out from the Walls stretching shadow and to the edge of the Haunted Forest.

The four figures stoped at the forrest edge. Four more figures rode out to meet them. The first was a large man, he wore a winged helm adorned with runes of the first men had a cloak of red silk and black feathers. A sat at his belt, finely crafted, decorated with black dragons and a ruby in the pommel. The man looked every bit the Wildling King he was atop his stag.

The next man was even larger, a thick mane of red hair and a wild beard covered his face, protecting him from winters bite. His horse was large, the kind that would be bred to work fields not ride to war and on his back was a large two handed axe. Beside him was a smaller woman, half a head shorter than the king. Her hair was pale blond, like the Targaryen Kings from old stories Jon would read to Arya on the long nights in the north. The woman was mounted on a slim yet powerful horse and held a spear in her hands.

The final man was short and slim. His face and neck had scratch and claw marks, not those from a great beast however these marks were self inflicted. He sat upon a large snow bear, twice the size of anything South of the Wall. A shadow cat stood tense beneath the bears large tree trunk sized legs and it was ready to pounce. An eagle in the sky Jon also noticed as it let out a screech and through Ghost Jon could sense the three wolves prowling nearby, no doubt also under the command of this Warg.

"Mance!" The Old Bear barked in his gruff voice

"Hello Jeor, my old friend." The King Beyond the Wall responded to the Lord Commander.

"Traitor!" Benjen snarled at the man who once served in his position as First Ranger.

"Stark! Er we goin' ta do this back'n'forth fer hours or will ya make introductions" the red heard giant thundered from beneath his ginger beard.

The group fell silent a moment at the man's urging. The Kings eyes inspected them closely, appraising each of them. The ginger giant huffed impatiently and the wargs shifty eyes moved frantically from left to right, as if he was unused to having his mind to himself. The warrior woman however stared at the Northern Prince as if she had seen him before.

"I don't believe introductions are needed, we know of the Lord Commander and his loyal Stark Dog and I've heard enough tales of 'Bronze Yohn' to recognise him." The King Beyond the Wall said and before he could speak about Jon, he was interrupted.

"You've the Stark look 'bout ya," the large man said, interrupting his King, "So tell me Crow, who'd ya spurt yer seed into?" He asked gesturing to Benjen who went flush, either with anger or embarrassment Jon couldn't tell.

"Tormund, shut your feckin mouth!" The wildling woman scolded him, speaking for the first time. The Warg however just barked a laugh as the ginger continued.

"None o' the Free Folk would take yer tiny Crow pecker," he continued,"So it must be some southern wench that popped out princess over 'ere" the red haired giant was grinning from ear to ear but Jon's face remained blank as the wildling rambled.

"Enough Giantsbane!!!" The King Beyond the Wall barked the order but both had grins on their faces.

"I'm a Brother of the Nights Watch, I have swore to take no wife, nor father any children, he is not my Son." The First Ranger said to the Wildlings.

"You wear a crown, do you style yourself King Beyond the Wall?," the Wildling King asked before resting his hand on the hilt of his sword, "if you do me and Dark Sister might have something to say about it."

His words shocked them all. This Wildling King wielded Dark Sister, the ancient Targaryen Sword lost beyond the Wall on Blood Ravens last ranging. Now it was found, not by a Targaryen but by a wildling born beyond the wall without an once of Valyrian Blood in his veins. After overcoming his shock Jon finally spoke.

"I am no King, not Beyond the Wall nor South of it." The young prince responded and he could feel Mance's eyes shift to his crown yet again.

"You stand in the presence of Jon Stark, The White Wolf, Mountain Cleaver, Lord of Moat Cailin and Prince of the North!!!" Lord Royce thundered as he introduced his daughters husband.

"I do believe your missing a title there," a sly glint entered his eye before continuing, "Bastard of Winterfell"

As the King Beyond the Wall finished his statement all the horses began to panic. Mormonts, Benjen's and Yohn's were both clearly nervous. Tormund was nearly thrown from his, the Wildling woman was the same. Mance Raiden was able to calm his stag before it ran and the snow bear snarled as the Wargs eyes went white. The cause of their behaviour became clear as a great White Wolf the size of horse lazily strolled between them all. Blood of his prey soaked his maw and the crimson matched his eyes.

"We came to discuss terms, now finish your introductions." Jon's voice remained level and calm as he spoke to the Wildlings and the Ling Beyond the Wall responded as Ghost sat at his master side.

"I am Mance Rayder, King Beyond the Wall. That is Val, spear-wife and sister to my Queen. That is Varamyr Six-Skins, most powerful warg in the world and that is Tormund Giantsbane, Lord of Ruddy Hall." The King said, introducing himself and his companions.

"Ya sell me to short Mance, ya stand in the company o' Tormund Giantsbane, Tall-talker, Horn-blower, and Breaker of Ice, Tormund Thunderfist, Husband to Bears, the Mead-king of Ruddy Hall, Speaker to Gods and Father of Hosts, The Commander of Oakenshield." The red headed giant listed his many titles.

"I grow tired of this King Beyond the Wall! My brother, King Robb Stark, has given me a task," Jon inched his unicorn forward slightly before continuing, "Protect the North from the Wildling army Beyond the Wall, by peaceful means or with fire!!! I care not!!!"

"The men who stand before me are the only chance the Wall has of holding, say I kill you here and now?" The King drew Dark Sister from his belt.

"Then I will do to you what I did to the Lord of Bones." He drew Frostmourne from its sheath on his back and it ignited in chilling blue fire.

"I have united the Free Folk, forty thousand strong we are!!! Hundreds of wargs!!! The last of the Giant Clans!!! Two dozen war mammoths!!! And the Horn of Joramun that will bring down the Wall!!!" Everyone's weapon was drawn by the time Mance had finished his speech but Jon seemed unconcerned about the Kings claims.

"The Wall has heard of my approach and trembles in fear!!!" Tormund boasted as part of the Wall shook at the top

"The Weeping Wall melts and crumbles against my might!!!" He continued to boast as the air became tense, yet Giantsbane had a grin on his face and bloodlust in his eyes.

"I would take care King Beyond the Wall." Jon Spoke calmly as he raised Frostmourne, the cold blue flames flickering in the biting wind.

"And why is that, boy?" Tormund asked with amusement in his booming voice.

"Because it gets cold North if the Wall"

"And WINTER IS COMING!!!"

After Jon's shout the part of the Wall Tormund thought to be crumbling stopped it's slow descent and levels off. A primal roar of anger and fury echoed throughout the entirety of the True North. The great blue and white dragon swooped over the group. Mance held his ground on his Elk but Tormund and Val were both thrown from their steeds. Varamyr Six-Skins acted like the beasts he commanded and scurried into the Haunted Forrest.

"PARTHUNAX FROSTFYRE!!!"

Following its masters command Parthunax opened its jaws and unleashed a torrent of cold blue flames at a mountain overlooking the Wildling camp. The forested mountain was alight with the ice dragon's wrath as the Wildlings camped below watched in awe and horror.

With that Lord Commander, the First Ranger, Lord Royce and the Northern Prince turned and made their way back to the Wall.

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In the throne room of the Red Keep the entire Lannister Court had been assembled. Westerland Lords, both those with great holdfasts and those who had lost theirs to the Bloody Wolf. Chief amongst the Lords of the West was Lord Crakehall. He was Tybolt Crakehall, the Son of the Strongboar. The Strongboar had died in the Battle of the Camps outside the walls of Riverrun at the start of the War. Five Mallister knights he felled before falling himself.

When news of his fathers death reached Tybolts ears he was filled with fury. The new Lord of Crakehall rallied all the men he could, green-boys and greybeards, veterans and recruits, mercenaries and hedge knights. Other Lords of the Westerlands pledged their own men-at-arms to Tybolt in hopes of achieving revenge against the Starks for their own losses endured during the War of the Five Kings.

Two hundred heavy cavalry from the West, one hundred Pentoshi free-riders, three hundred heavy infantry that survived the Battle of the Camps and three hundred green boys with nothing but their fathers rusted sword and dreams of glory. Nine hundred they numbered when they set out from Crakehall. They rode hard and struck harder. They nipped at the heels of Robb Stark and his brothers as he campaigned across the Riverlands until the Lord of Crakehall was summoned to his Lord.

Lord Tybolt spent the better part of a year disrupting the Northmen's supply lines and raiding the Riverlands but when news came from Tywin Lannister that he must make haste to Kings-Landing, as Stannis was readying his fleet for a siege, then who was he to refuse the call. It was in Kings-Landing Tybolt remained despite his urging the Old Lion refused to make any moves against the Starks before he was sure they could win. This nurtured a deep resentment in the Strongboars son.

Aside from the Westerland Lords there were also many Lords of the Reach present at court. When the Lords of the Reach arrived at Kings-Landing, after Renly's death at the hand of dark magic, they defeated Stannis at the Mud gate along with the Western Host. The Reach Lords also brought with them the South's great bounty. Grain and crop enough to feed the city ten times over. Mace Tyrell also arrived with sixty thousand Reachmen and a daughter he wanted as a Queen.

There were many Reach Lords assembled but one stood out amongst the rest. Lord Randyll Tarly, Lord of Horn Hill. He had a short white beard and a bald head. He was old yet stronger than a man half his age. His clothes presented the wealth of the Reach and of his Family, deep forrest green surcoat with a striding red hunter embroidered above the heart. Their families great sword hung at his back. The hilt is wrought in the shape of a bow and arrow, with the pommel fashioned as arrow fletching, and the crossguard forming the limbs of the bow. This reflects the sigil of House Tarly, the huntsman. Heartsbane is was called and many a heart it had claimed.

Usually the Lords second born son and heir would be at his side, Dickon Tarly was a strong lad, skilled with a blade but more skilled wiyy the his mind. Like his father he was said to have a back for warfare. However his only chance to prove his skill was during the War in the Kings Wood. It was between these trees and in these battles that Dickon Tarly's youth and inexperience shone. He was soundly defeated by the Blackfish, crippled by Lord Stormcloak and his army routed. Now the Lord of Horn Hill refused to allow his son to be seen at court. Disgraced by his sons failure and that he was now a cripple.

There were also houses from the Crownlands. Most of these Houses abandoned the Iron Throne and the Baratheon-Lannister rule after being subjected to the Mountains terror and instead offered allegiance to the Baratheon Brothers but after both were defeated they resubmitted themselves to the rule of King Joffrey Baratheon the First of his Name.

It was King Joffrey that the Lords stood facing. He sat upon the Iron Throne looking down upon his subjects with distain. His Grandfather Lord Tywin Lannister stood at his side and his mother on his other side. At the base of the steps stood four Knights of the Kings Guard, Ser Loras Tyrell, The White Rose. Ser Meryn Trant and Ser Boros Blount. The largest and most imposing was Ser Sandor Clegane, the Hound. He wore the silver and white scaled armour and the white cloak like the rest but he also had a large steel helm, depicting a snarling hound. Sandor was also the only Kingsguard to use a large greatsword instead of a longsword.

The members of small council also also were assembled at court ready to hear why the king had summoned them, Varys knew however, before even the king had. Lady Margery was present also, with her Mother and Grandmother. Margery held hands with the Lady Sansa Stark. The Queen to be had become friends with the Stark Girl and comforted her when she heard news about her own marriage to the Imp.

The Court was silent when the doors to the throne room opened. A single boy walked in with a large chest clutched in his hands. He stumbled through the halls caked in dirt and blood. His wild brown hair covered his eyes and the majority of his features so no one recognised him until he was nearly at the throne.

"Enough! No further cur!" Lord Tywin called from his place beside the King and Ser Boros Blount drew his sword startling the dirt covered boy causing him to fall.

The chest fell from his hands, if you could call them hands. They were more like bloody stumps and they had partially rotted. His bloody rags failed to hide his malnourished form. A foul odour filled the room and no one could tell if it came from the boy or the chest. He was questioned at by Ser Blount and he looked up at the knight with empty sockets and claw marks on his face. His name was revealed to be Bealor Hightower. Cousin to Margery Tyrell.

"Ser Boros, open the chest!" Joffrey barked in a voice so alike his mothers, and nothing like King Robert.

The White Cloak threw open the chest and out tumbled six heads. All children of Lord Layton Hightower, the man responsible for the death of Lady Asha Stark. Once Asha Greyjoy, Lady of the Iron Islands and Wife of the Bloody Wolf. It was Mace Tyrell that asked his nephew what had happened.

"Uncle, you ordered the Bloody Wolfs death, father tried to kill him," the young boy seemed to shrink in on himself, "The Stark survived, his wife did not, and his vengeance was wrought in blood and fire!!!" The boy finished as he began to shake.

Before anything else could be asked all the windows were thrown open and pouring through them were hundreds and hundreds of ravens. They filled the room and chaos ensued as black feathers surrounded the boy and the heads. They dived between the assembled Lords and Ladies and in the chaos one raven dropped a small letter in the hands of Sansa Stark.

Then the were gone and the boy was dead. Ser Blount inspected the body, there was writing crudely carved into his forehead as was carved into the others. He read it aloud starting with the boy.

"King Robb Stark, The Wolf King"

"King of Winter and the North"

"King of Rivers and the Trident"

"King of Mountains and the Vale"

"King of Iron and the Isles"

"King of Sky and the Stormlands"

"King of Rock and the West"

Whispers broke out in the Court as Ser Blount raised a banner found in the chest. A White Tower, on a green field. The Hightower Banner, but it was bloody and torn, and the red flame at the top of the tower was blue. Anger filled Joffrey at the Stark Kings proclamation. Robb Stark claimed Kingship over six of his Seven Kingdoms. And for that he would lose his head. Joffrey's eyes glanced to Sansa for just a moment and his eyes glinted with malice.

"Your Grace, if this is true then the Reach will be in danger, give me leave and I will bring you the hide of his Direwolf." Lord Tarly proclaimed to the Court as he stepped forward.

"My King, let me go, I have long desired vengeance against the Starks!!!" Tybolt Crakehall called out but was shut down by Tywin.

"No My Lord, we must consolidate our power not run into the Starks trap!" The Old Lion rebuked.

"You!!! Your nothing but an old man!!! An old man who's lost a War to green boys!!!" Tybolt did what no living man has done, he spoke back to the Old Lion of Casterly Rock. Tywins mouth stretched into a grim line as he stared at the raging Lord.

"My father died and you did nothing!!! My home invaded and you did nothing!!! My little brother killed and you refused to let me avenge him!!!" The Lord of Crakehall shook with anger as Tywin gestured to two Red Cloaks.

"Fuck you, COWARD OF CASTERLY ROCK!!!" He raged

The Lannister guards approached but didn't draw their swords as they thought him to be unarmed, a mistake they learned. The lord struck fast, his dirk swerved between the plate armour and both died, the lord of Crakehall drew the longsword from the dead knights sheath as he fell. With a swipe of the sword he rendered a Tarly man in two, his use of silk instead of armour leading to his death.

Now two Kingsguard approached. Tybolt slammed the pommel of his stolen longsword into Loras's wounded shoulder, he had taken an arrow in the Kingswood. Loras Tyrell fell with a cry, Ser Bosos dropped after him from a kick to his chest. Ser Meryn Trant stood In front of his King.

Beside Tyrion, the Master of Coin, there stood two warriors. Shagga of the Mountain Clans raised his two headed axe and grinned a smile filled with bloodlust. Ser Bronn of the Blackwater drew his fancy new sword, the crossguard etched to look like a flaming chain. He also drew his curved dagger from his back but didn't advance without word from Tyrion. Ser Bronn was never the prettiest man in the seven kingdoms but since the Burning on the Redford were he duelled with Jon Stark, or Snow at the time, he had his ear severed by the flaming sword of the Bastard Snow, freezing much of his face leaving him with a striking resemblance to the Hound.

Two red cloaks that had been guarding Lord Kevan Lannister, Master of Ships and Lord of Lannisport. The Lannister men hesitated however. The Lord of Crakehall was a War hero, son of the famous Strongboar and a veteran of the War of the Five Kings. He had personally lead raids against the Northmen and the Rivermen, even sieging Seaguard for a time.

No man of the West wanted to oppose him. The Fist of the West had gained fame, glory and the respect of the Westermen. But Tywin had their fear. All it took to rouse them from inaction was for Ser Fat, Dontos Hollard, the Kings Fool, to begin singing. 'The Rains of Castamere' echoed in the Throne Room and all were reminded who held the power here. The Lannister guards moved, then the died.

"Dog, your dinner is boar tonight!" The King ordered and the mutt followed.

The greatsword was drawn from its sheath in and instant as Loras was dragged away, still clutching his aching shoulder. Ser Boros was stumbling to his feet as the Hound passed him, throwing the Kingsguard back to the floor before approaching Tybolt Crakehall. Faster than any man his size has right to be, he struck. Greatsword clashed against longsword and pain shot up Tybolts arm. Another slash and the longsword clattered to the ground followed by half of the Lords hand.

"Die cunt!" The Hounds deep voice boomed as he raised his sword one last time.

"DOG!!!" The Kings shrill voice stopped the Hound mid-swing. The King rose from the Iron Throne and approached the Lord, now on his knees holding his wounded hand.

"Rise Lord Crakehall." He commanded and the court was confused as he rose before being embraced by the young King.

"You are right, my grandfather is a coward who's lost his home, and six of my kingdoms." The crowd gasped but Joffrey watched relief fill Tybolt's eyes.

"Your Grace I-" a gasp left his lungs as Widows Wail was plunged into his stomach

The knight fell to the floor as Joffrey twirled his Valyrian steel sword lazily. The court was silent as he approached Sansa Stark. She looked away with fear in her eyes but he forced her to look at him with the tip of the blade. She was wearing a dress Tyrion had given to her, it was the Stark colours. Joffrey ripped the dress from her back partially exposing her small cloths and using the torn dress he wiped Widows Wail.

"You we're wearing traitors colours, now it's Lannister Red, as it should be." He snarled with malicious glee before tossing the dress back.

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The fire crackled and roared in the fire place "Corn!" The Old Bears raven squawked but it was ignored. "Mance said forty thousand filled his ranks, hundreds of wargs, the remaining giant clans and two dozen war mammoths." Benjen Stark said, pointing at the map were the wildlings camped. "By my own count it was closer to sixty, nearly a hundred giants and less than half as many mammoths" Qhorin Halfhand said

"Eleven thousand, against sixty!" Ser Alliser scowled. "Sixty thousand wildlings, they fight like beast true, but they have no armour or arms, nor battle formations or discipline." Iron Emmet scowled right back at the angry knight.
"Whereas The Wolf King has sent us his greybeards and his cripples, most of his host is Mountain Clansmen, practically Wildlings!" The ageing knight complained, and Jon was getting tired of listening to his moaning.

"You called for aid to all the Five Kings, it was my brother alone who answered, would you rather we take our men back South?" Jon questioned, his hand sinking into Ghosts fur. Both Yohn Royce and Galbert Glover nodded in agreement. "Ah yes how could I forget, along with greybeards, green boys and wildlings the rebel king also sent his traitor fathers bastard. We're all saved Lord Snow." His scowl deepened as he continued.

"Alliser! I'll not have you insulting my guests under my roof, not less the son of Eddard Stark!," It was clear the Old Bear had also grown tired of the Knights complaining. "You'll find not many in the North will take kindly to that man being sullied." The Old Bears statement was backed up by the fury in the eyes of Lord Glover and ten times as much anger from Benjen, who did not take kindly to the words.

"I forsook my brother when I swore my vows before the Weirwood, I took you as my brother, all the Nights Watch as my brothers." Benjen began sending a heated look at Alliser, "But I won't hear another word about traitors, not from you!" His hand slammed into the table as the wolf blood coursed hot through his veins. It was times like these when Yohn Royce was reminded of the Melee at Harrenhal, when Brandon Stark faced his opponents with the same look in his eyes.

"Alliser that's enough!" The Old Bear brought an end to the arguments with a single gruff sentence. 'Enough!''Enough!''Enough!' Mormonts raven echoed. "Instruct the new Stark men, have them begin repairs to the defences atop the Wall!" With that Alliser turned wrapped his cloak around himself tightly and left.

"Forget about him, we have more pressing concerns." With that statement Qhorin Halfhand cleared the air and brought everyone's attention back to the more pressing issues. "Mance Rayder claims he has the Horn of Joramun." The statement brought a silent worry over them all, except for Yohn who was confused. "What is this Horn?" The Bronze Lord asked and it was Mormont that answered.

"It is the Horn of Winter, before the Wall, or the age of heroes. When Andals still resides in Essos and the Valyrian Dragon Riders were still sheep farmers. Joramun blew his mighty Horn and woke the Giants from Stone." The Lord Commander recited the tale told often in the North and even more so at the Wall.

"But what does the Horn mean to us, the giants have been awake and extinct for thousands of years, now the last march on the Wall." The Lord was still confused as to why the Horn meant anything to them. "As the tale goes a King Beyond The Wall will rise and the Horn of Winter will be sound in the North once more, and the Wall will crumble." It was Benjen who finished the tale.

"If the Horn is real then all is lost, there is nothing to do, we must make ready for battle." It was Iron Emmet who spoke this time, his youth and hunger for action clear. "He's right, come battle fire and sword steel, dawn will come and we will know if the Horn is true." It was Jon who spoke at last as he nodded to the Old Bear.

'True!' Squawked Mormonts raven

'True!'
'True!'
'True!'

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Jon Stark stood atop the Wall. Hundreds of Nights Watch brothers beside him. Hundreds of others as well. It was Mountain Clansmen mostly. The Glover men had left with their Lord to deal with Wildling raids in the North, a series of Raiding Parties had slipped past the Walls defences. Ghost was restless at his side, Parthunax even more so. Jon turned to his men, addressing them.

"Men and women of the North! I call to you!"

"Listen and listen well, It is your homes these Wildlings want to raid, your food they wish to steal, your wives, sisters, mothers, daughters that they wish to rape."

"It is your sons they wish to kill. Not the sons of Rivermen nor Westermen nor Valemen! No the sons of the North! Born of winter and ice! Blood of the Firstmen! Blood of the North!"

"I will not ask you to take the Black but I ask you to help me defend the Wall! Until the North is safe you are the Watchers on the Wall!!!" As his speech was finished the drums began

Drums sounded the dawn. War drums and the trumpeting of mammoths. It was to this beat that the march began, if it could be called a march. Hundreds and thousands of wildlings walked from the tree line. Giants atop mammoths wielding great clubs. Men and women in furs with weapons of bone and beasts by their side. What was more hidden however were the short child like forms. Skin of green and brown with catlike eyes and leaves growing from their heads.

"Mully! Give me a range!" The Old bear barked his order to a tall ginger man in all black who upon hearing the order drew back his yew bow and released a fire arrow.

Below the Wall Mance Rayder saw a single arrow land. The line was drawn. The battle neared. "Tormund!!! It is time!" The command cut above the drumming and Tormund Giantsbane came forth, the Horn of Winter in his hands. As he walked to the front of the host the men began calling his many titles.

"GIANTS-BANE!!!"
"TALL-TALKER!!!"
"BREAKER OF ICE!!!"
"THUNDER-FIST!!!"
"HUSBAND TO BEARS!!!"
"MEAD-KING OF RUDDY HALL!!!"
"SPEAKER TO GODS!!!"
"FATHER OF HOSTS!!!"

"HORN-BLOWER!!!"
"HORN-BLOWER!!!"
"HORN-BLOWER!!!"

It was to chants of Horn-Blower that he raised the Horn of Joramun to his lips and blew. A great wind was picked up as a strange Misty form emerged from the Horn. The foundations of the Wall itself shook and trembled at the magic from the Horn but it wasn't unanswered. A roar responded to the Horns call. Parthunax sprang from the top of the Wall. Flame and claw locked in battle with a shapeless form. They flew to the clouds were the battle continued. Though human eyes could not tell what the Ice Dragon fought.

"Their Horn has failed!!! Now comes the savages!!! They run to their deaths!!!" Mormont shouted as he raised Longclaw and his raven took up the chant. 'Death!' 'Death!' 'Death'

And so the Battle for the Wall began. Jon commanded his men along with Lord Commander Mormont from atop the Wall. They rained fire arrows down upon the Wildling archers and the giants. The Wildlings carried forth wooden barriers that their archers hid behind as they fired up at the Wall, however they were quickly set aflame.

Then came the climbers. Hornfoots from the Frostfangs with bare feet and crude hooks began to scale the Wall. From atop the Wall men began throwing down stones or firing arrows at the climbers. Hundreds began the ascent, less than ten made it to the top and those that did faced spear tips.

Next Mance sent a large shield. It was the size of a boat hull but upside down. It was carried by two giants and hiding beneath the giant shield was a raiding party. Fire arrows rained down upon the shield but it had been covered in soaked skins and refused to light. Deciding that fire arrows wouldn't work Jon turned to the trebuchets. Launching stone and ice down at the wooden shield until it was crushed beneath the weight, impaling one of the giants and killing most of the raiders.

It was then, as they celebrated that the next wave of Mance's forces came. This time they weren't prepared. Ravens and crows descended upon the Wall, transforming into humanoid creatures and attacking the defenders. Children of the Forrest and Greenmen now stood upon the Wall wielding Weirwood staffs and magic in equal measure.

The Children threw glass fire itself at the trebuchet's, destroying them with their magic. The Greenmen began tearing through the unprepared men, throwing many from the Wall. They transformed into wolves and crows and despite their small number the damage inflicted was immense. Jon rallied the men and used their superior number to surround and kill the Children of the Forrest and the Greenmen.

Jon would return to Jeor Mormont to find him wounded. Standing over him was his squire Eddison Tollett, clutched in the squires hands was Longclaw and around them littered the bodies of three Greenmen and a Child of the Forrest. At that Moment the lift reached the top of the Wall and out stumbled a ragged man who told Jon of the attack on Castle Black.

"You have the Wall." Was all the Northern prince said to Dolorous Edd before rounding up a group of men and entering the lift.

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