Prologue

"Fire and Blood!" Screamed the loyalist army as the battle came to a start, Baratheon and Stark forces had reached the Trident to the northwest. While the Targaryen soldiers met against the rebel forces at a crossing on the Green Fork, Rhaegar Targaryen took a quick glance at the opposing army as they they meet with his men. Rhaegar rallied around five-hundred men, battle ready, they marched to take at the left flank of the opposing force, pressing them against the green fork.

Rhaegar drove his force hard against the rebels, making headway forcing them into the waters of the Green Fork. Rhaegar took a look to his left as he noticed a battalion of troops breaking off from the main host, Barristan Selmy and a group of his men soon trailed them. Rhaegar thought little of the retreating soldiers until he spotted the horned helm of Robert Baratheon, the traitor must have been making for Riverrun.

"Ser Lewyn take command of the army." He called out to the Kingsguard who had stayed close to the princes side, Rhaegar watched as Lewyn gave a nod of understanding then lead his charger away from the prince to began dispatching orders, watching as the man returned to the main bulk of the Targaryen host.

Then Rhaegar raised his blade into the air and turned his charger to his own devise, the cavalry around him move to his side and form a line of roughly sixty or so men as what Rhaegar could tell. "Charge!" Rhaegar yelled with a cry that roused all the men into a great bout, as a stampede of them lunged onward.

The steady gallop of the hooves set Rhaegar's heart beating, everything seemed to slow down the closer they got towards Robert and his lacking force. Minutes seemed as hours just as they began to close in on the Baratheon men and just then Rhaegar spotted the the horned figure breaking off from the main group. "Robert..." Rhaegar whispered to himself with disdain in his voice.

Rhaegar knew that should he slay Robert that the Rebellion would end, just one swift swing of his sword, spurring his charger onwards with greater intensity he pursued the Rebel Lord. Blade in hand he held it to his right preparing to drive it through the Baratheon, Rhaegar felt his chest pounding, as if his heart was fit to burst, aching anticipation knotted his stomach as he inched closer and closer. But at the last moment right as he was reaching the bank of the Red fork, suddenly Robert dipped low and spun around driving his hammer into Rhaegar's Horse's legs.

He released his breath, reacting instantly, there was no time to think, Rhaegar simply leaped from his steed and rolled across the ground. Dirt and rock smashed into his armor, covering his face and polluting his eyes. Dazed Rhaegar felt a doom sweeping over him, but that did not keep him from moving. Sword in hand he forced himself to his feet and sprinted into the waters of the Red Fork, no idea where Robert was he prayed to the Seven that he might have a chance to wash his eyes before the Rebel could strike him.

A second passed as Rhaegar cleared his face and closed his visor, once again Rhaegar's vision narrowed. Though while he turned to face his enemy he felt a weight push against him, he was being shoved back, soon Rhaegar found himself upon his back trying desperately to raise his sword... Then he saw him, the Stag raising his hammer high into the air, readying to bring it down upon him. Eyes widening Rhaegar did little as he felt his will slowly draining from him, his life would end and there was nothing he could do, but he had to at least try.

Then the hammer fell, in one last desperate act Rhaegar with his sword, parries it aside, he sucked a deep, strained breath as the blow contacted the blade. But before he could recover, the traitor already had his raising his hammer coming down with another blow, he strained to lift his sword, his muscles ached , to slow he moved… He was as good as dead…

However right before he was smashed, suddenly a blade flashes his vision, with a loud ring of steel, the strike was effectively deflected. Strength began to return to him as he realized there was still a chance to survive, tightening his grip on his sword Rhaegar and without a second thought he swiftly rolled over to the side, quickly he gets up from the waters, he noticed a few rubies were left lying amongst the river stones where he had been. He thought little of it, any damage to his armor could be rectified.

Then his thoughts flooded with the memory of the sword, "Who?" He asked himself... He turned his gaze to see Barristan Semly of the Kingsguard. Rhaegar, he had never been more relieved to see anyone in his life, though he soon realized Robert was going to overwhelming the knight. Not through skill however instead Robert was using his this armored shoulder and his hammer to drive Semly back... Rhaegar saw this as an opportunity though, knowing that he would not have another chance, sword in hand he charged towards the Lord of Storms end.

Seconds felt of minutes, in his eyes time slowed as he moved on Robert, Semly had fallen and was using his sword to deflect a flurry of hammer blows from crushing his breast, with one of the hits his defence wavered and Rhaegar watched as Robert raised his hammer clearly making for the final blow... Before he could strike though, Rhaegar swiftly drove his blade, hard in between his ribs "Fire and Blood!" Rhaegar screamed at Robert as he plunged the blade through his chest, the last sound Rhaegar heard from Robert was the gurgle of the blood pooling up from his throat.

Easily pulling his blade free, Roberts corpse falls to the ground, a lifeless husk it lay...

Rhaegar didn't like what he needed to do, but with one swift swift blow he removed the Rebel Lords head whilst leaving helm on, he took Barrister's horse and began to gallop back to where the two armies fiercely engaged each other. Rhaegar drove the horse as hard as he could, driving his heel deep into the beast in order to spur up all of it's might. Upon reaching the forces he realized that should things continue the way they were eventually the royal army would collapse, and hope would be lost.

Raising the head of Robert Baratheon Rhaegar screamed as loud as he could, a mighty cry, and while it would not draw the attentions of two opposing armies he knew it would take only one man to see the head of their slain lord. Almost like a prediction, a man bearing the purple lightning bolt of house Dondarrion saw Rhaegar with Roberts removed head. After a few screams the news was passing through the Stormland and soon all of the Stark force that Robert had been slain.

Rhaegar had step from his horse, content to watch as the rebel force began to surrendering, throwing down their weapons and the ones who did not seemed to lose moral, so too they were crushed by the Targaryen force. With Roberts death, neither Jon Arryn or Eddard Stark could rally these men to the cause…

Rhaegar new the day was won, once Storms end was taken the Reach forces could secure the riverlands and then with the aid of the Lannister they could force the Arryns into submission and the Starks would follow.

It was near the suns setting by the time the battle was at a end, all those who remained to fight were slain and all Lords of importance were imprisoned…

Rhaegar felt a tinge of sadness at the cost this battle had wrought on the loyalist force, it was a terrible price he thought… As he aided in setting up camp, shortly after he retired to his tent, he requested solitude and on the morrow they would make for Kings Landing.