A/N:

I am so glad to have the returning readers back from King Torrhen, if you have not read the first book please look up my profile and read King Torrhen Stark. This is a direct sequel and you will be confused diving in. Again some OCs but most will not matter and just fade to the back while the ones that matter will be given a role where you can keep track.

Reviews, comments, and passing thoughts are greatly appreciated, flames are not. I am not soft skinned enough to let flames get to me but tell me something constructive and I will fix it, explain it ect...

I hope you enjoy

Ric

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The sound of steel clashed through the yard as the squire to King Torrhen attempted to hold back the newly caped Wolf Guard, Sylvia Stark. The Wild Wolf had passed her trials by gaining the approval of Asheffi and now pushed the young man to his upper limits.

From high above Arty and his wife Talla watched on in thick coats while newborn Randyll Stark hugged closer to his mother's breast to keep warm. Determined to prove his worth in the upcoming tourney in a moons time Dickon looked to finish it beating Sylvia for the first time. The moment was not his. Sylvia took advantage of sloppy footwork and with a kick to the back of the legs the young man was dumped into the mud.

Sylvia now laughed as Dickon groaned in pain holding his back.

"You know King Torrhen wanted you to go with him to the show Dickon, it does not do well to get dirty before that. The Torgol Guild is even putting on mother's favorite play; The Tourney of Change. She says the actress captures hers and father's love at the weirwood perfectly." Sylvia said helping the squire up. They were shocked when a sultry voice echoed from above them.

"I would appreciate it if my daughter did not speak for me. I much prefered the Smiley Goat Guild, they put on much better action than the other two guilds. Is Torr still at the courthouse?" Ashara asked surprising them all walking with little Arya who had just turned 2 years of age.

Arya who looked the spitting image of her Aunt Lyanna as a child was now playing with the wooden sword in her hand play fighting along to the combat that just ended.

"Aye mother. Asheffi said they would be back by nightfall. Apparently they captured the whole band of bandits terrorizing the King's Road. We need to get Arty to volunteer for the Judge of the Lords, give him something to do rather than sitting on his hands." Sylvia jested as her brother could only shake his head walking down the stone steps.

"Marq Piper is doing a fine job and I would rather not almost fall asleep in court, the gods only know how Torrhen does not fall asleep in that throne when he has court." He now took Randyll out of his wife's arms, holding the babe close to his own chest he heard the screech of an eagle and looked up towards the massive Widows Tower.

"Plus Sylvia my husband will probably be selected as the King's Judge. Now do not allow Randyll to play in the mud again Arthur, if you do you are the one giving him a bath this time. Those poor servants." Talla told her husband kissing him on the the lips and looking towards her brother who just got out of the mud.

"Dickon let us find father, I know you want to know as much as me if Uncle Lucas made it out of Hornhill. Starfell is where they should call home by now."

Dickon still covered in mud followed his sister towards the large rebuilt castle. Arthur watching his wife walk away could not help but be distracted by Addrivo the dothraki captain helping his wife calm a zorse mare. In front of the stables his son Drogo was with Bennard, Rodwell, and a few of the other lords children all playing. At the age of four Drogo who was named for the previous khal already swore his wooden sword to protect Ko Bennard as he called him like the fierce warrior Asheffi protected her khal.

Arthur walked up to the stables seeing a carriage being parked. On the flag was the Bank of Braavos. Dacey who was watching over the children walked towards the carriage in her silver and grey cape when her crowned prince started making his way there.

Out from the door came a man in his early 50's and looked of Braavos. His long black hair was worn straight back and coming from his chin was a thin goatee.

"Who dares approaches the home of Khal Bennard? State your business." Drogo says holding out his wooden arakh. The man looking at the children only puts on a friendly smile and plays along holding up his hands.

"I am Noho Dimittis of the Iron Bank of Braavos. I take it you are his fierce Wolf Guard Commander?"

Drogo much to the adults amusement puffed out his chest.

"Not yet but when Ko Bennard sits on the Wolf Throne I will serve him like Ser Arthur and Dame Asheffi." Drogo said as his 5 year old sister Tyala ran by with Aurora Flowers. The two girls who became quick friends were being followed by Alerie who looked very frustrated with the two children.

"Now what about you young man? How will you serve this noble khal beside you?" Noho asked of Rodwell who stood by his cousin's side. The boy who was looking more like his father everyday put on his signature smile now. He even started to grow slightly taller than his prince cousin and wider.

"My cousin will send me all over the nine kingdoms to get these lords in line. They will tremble at the name Rodwell Stark as if they heard Uncle Torrhen marching with his soldiers."

"Before you can have all of Westeros tremble before you the art of sword care must be mastered. Drogo, Rodwell, Bennard go to the armory and ask Jhon to teach you how tend to steel." Arthur told them walking up. One year old Randyll wiggled slightly in his father's arms but the babe started to breath heavily and fall asleep.

"But Arthur I bet father never made you clean the swords. That is what squires are for." Bennard pouted as some of the young children agreed behind him. The confident crowned prince now looked less under the intense glare of the future Warden of the North.

"So you plan on being a lazy king who delegates everything to everyone? What would your father say if he heard you say that?"

Bennard now looked away not able to meet his eyes.

"I will answer that for you. He would whip that tiny butt of yours and after that he would ensure you were cleaning every piece of steel in this castle. If you want to be like the crowned prince to the south of us you can go ahead but we will kneel before your siblings. Never let another warrior hear you are too good to tend to your own steel. Am I clear?" He said with a passion in his voice.

"I understand. Come on guys let's go to the armory." The child said deflated before running with some 9 children his age towards the towers.

"I apologize about the children Noho, it has been what 6 moons since you graced Harrenhal with your presence? I imagined you would be still squeezing any coins you could out of King's Landing." Arthur said shaking the man's hand. Arthur saw some Stark servants coming out to pick up his baggage and take it to the room that was saved for him. The banker always enjoyed the sight of the sun in the morning high up in the Tower of Ghost.

"Gyles Rosby the old coot still talks in circles and the queen only says we will receive our coins once those rebellious mutts have been dealt with. Lord Toloh will not be pleased. But I am here on business Ser Arthur, do you know the location of King Torrhen? I imagine he is most busy."

"I believe my cousin was at the courthouse but he should be back in a while. Shall we split a bottle of mead Noho? And please call me Arthur."

Noho smiled now giving him a nod and the two started walking towards the great hall. In the distance you could see Jocelyn and Abigail playing with Dawn and the unnamed mate direwolf of Artos. The direwolf that was once found by Sylvia in the woods of Winterfell was now pronounced heavy by the beastmaster of Harrenhal. Bennard now only waited for a pup of his own.

"Tell me about this court Arthur. I know kingdoms including the one to the south yet unconquered only compile lords as needed for trials."

"Well we have three judges that serve for three year terms and at a maximum of two terms. One judge is the Judge of the Lords selected via vote by the major house heads of Westeros, another is the Judge of the People which is selected by vote by the smallfolk, and the final judge is Judge of the High Lord soon to be Judge of the King. Can you guess who selects that one?" Arthur jested as they passed a group of marching dothrakis waving an unknown banner to Noho. The banner had a horse with an arakh behind it. Lord Karlo Sandsteed nodded to Arthur as his men marched passed them.

"I am guessing it is not the Wolf Commander. Who are the judges right now?"

"We have Aiden Rane of Lord Harroway's Town as Judge of the People, Lord Marq Piper as Judge of the Lords, and finally Lord William Dustin as Judge of the King. Apparently Torr wants to establish this system in all the major capitals of each kingdom with Harrenhal being the higher court. Oh did you pass by the fountain we have being built?"

Noho could only nod as some Ice Warriors held the door open for their future lord allowing them entrance into the massive great hall that could fit an army it seemed like.

"The fountain is massive, kinda hard to miss Arthur. Beautiful artwork of dragons and wolves being carved in so I imagine the finish product will be for Queen Rhaenys."

Noho was surprised when his deduction was wrong with the shake of Arthur's head.

"It is dedicated to my aunt actually, it will be called Lyanna Plaza since it is in the center of Wolf Haven. The statue will stand over 200 feet tall and in her hands will be a large blue rose rose made of colored glass. Ah here is our serving girl now." Arthur said with a smile as the newly hired girl of 16 walked towards them on shaky legs nervous to serve Arthur Stark himself.

The two men sat enjoying each other's company while the one year old would steal the fruit off his father's plate as they exchanged stories. Noho was about to go into detail about the meeting with the miserable old Lord of Rosby but before he could say anything about the treasurer to King's Landing the beautiful Sarra came looking tired.

She saw Arthur waving her over and took the seat next to him along with the mead in front of him much to his chagrin.

"Lord Noho I presume? I am always it seemed when you visit."

"Please I am just Noho, were you at court with your brother?"

Sarra went to speak but when starting to she sprayed Arthur with some food having her mouth full of Arthur's bear. He could only glare at her now protecting his food wondering where the servant went needing some fresh mead. Sarra washed down her food with Arty's mead and proceeded.

"I apologize Noho, I swear mother would have belted me if she saw me do that. Aye I was at court with Torr although I left early to write some missives for Winterfell." Sarra now could not look her cousin in the eye at the last statement confirming Sarra was sharing a bed with someone who Torrhen did not give permission for.

"I know Lord Randyll was there so if you see him just ask him, now if you'll excuse me I need to lay down. My stomach is upside down, the mead must have gone bad." She excused herself and they could only look on with concern seeing the wolf princess walk away green in the face.

"If you want to see someone get beat to death Noho wait till it comes out who Sarra is fucking." Arthur said as he waved a servant over. The nervous girl dropped into a curtsy before them and rose again.

"Can you please bring me some more mead and have a maester check on Sarra. Also I want you to have some of the northern ale made in Winterfell put on the ship at White Harbor headed to Braavos. I want Noho to go home with our best ale we produce."

Noho could only smile watching the girl walk away much happier dealing with the wolves than the stag.

"The ship only has 750,000 dragons instead of a million because of the war, we are sorry for the lower amount but with the war Torr wanted some more coins in the vaults just incase."

Noho could only laugh and wave towards the young wolf.

"You do not have debts so do not worry young man, your kingdom's vaults over flood while King's Landing has experienced a drought for the past 15 years. In fact while they refused to give a single dragon towards the debt their treasurer even had the gaul to ask for a two million dragon loan. That Lord Rosby is as foolish as he is old. How goes the struggle to the north? I know Torr does not have proof yet of the undead besides a few crows but know that the Iron Bank of Braavos will help out it's friends in anyway possible."

The smile on the young wolf's face disappeared as he looked at the scraps that Sarra left on his plate with a solemn look.

"All we can do is pray to the old gods. Lyarra is leading a wave of ships north to Hardhome to secure the wildlings because we will need them even though most still think my cousin delusional. We have captured a few of Mance's rangers recently and they swore even under torture not to have seen Uncle Benjen so something happened beyond the Wall. There is an old man name Craster who married his daughters and had even more daughters even though the sons seem to disappear. Apparently the one daughter Yonna when some rangers were being hosted at their home poisoned their father and seeked refuge for her sister wives south of the Wall. She sits in a cell at Winterfell awaiting judgement while her sister wives did receive protection at Port Lyanna."

Noho was about to ask a follow up question until his Lord Tarly came into the great hall. Arthur now rose to meet his good father.

"Have you seen Torr? Noho of the Iron Bank seeks his attention."

Randyll who had not heard any news on his family at Hornhill could only look grimly and nod his head.

"At court my wife desired to learn the old tongue and asked King Torrhen to teach her. I believe they are at the godswood right now. Is it about the joint bank between Harrenhal and Braavos? If so I can sit in place of Torrhen as his Hand."

With that both men left for the solar leaving Arthur to look around for his wife.

The sun that started so high in the morning was starting it's descent and everyone was at night meal except for Lady Tarly and Torrhen. Randyll and Noho sat and talked at the table about the rates of interest and how much the Bank of Wolf Haven should have in their vault at one time while Arthur traced his finger over the delicate creases in Talla's hand causing her to laugh. He still had yet to hear from Sarra since the maester said she simply needed some rest, things were not adding up though.

Everyone's eyes were diverted towards the entrance as Torrhen walked in holding a sobbing Melissa Florent. Randyll seeing his wife distressed quickly rose from his seat to comfort her. The thing Arthur along with a few other warriors noticed was that on his flank was Asheffi and Addrivo. Addrivo did not have the neutral face as he had before while helping his wife at the stables though, plastered across his face was a look of rage that show a readiness for war.

Melissa separated from her king and now was in the arms of her husband as Randyll now saw a missive in his king's hand. A look of sadness echoed in his eyes as he handed the missive over. Curious what had Addrivo so angry and his wife so upset Randyll unrolled it with his free hand while still holding onto his wife.

Your Grace,

I have received word that Lord Whitehill and around 3,000 are headed up from Pinkmaiden to Fairmarket readying to march with you north whenever the time may come, sadly it may be closer than you ever thought. The Freys are still a factor that our shadows have not figured out yet but we urge you not to trust them. We think they are in league with House Lannister but currently lack proof.

We know the lion is south of the Twins so we suspect foul play. I have spies killing their messenger birds and gathering info as we speak. Word from around the kingdom seems to speak of the agreement holding strong. The main allies of Robert have not moved out of their lands yet but a large contingent of Tyrell is marching towards Oldstown and already took Hornhill earlier than we expected under the orders of Lord Tyrell.

Maester Samwell was in Hornhill at the time along with a few Tarly cousins. Lord Tarly's younger brother and current castellion Lucas had just saw saw his wife and children through the trap door where Tarly men were waiting to escort them through the Red Mountains and upon entering the bailey the enemy broke through.

Samwell, Lucas, and his son James were all hung from the tallest tower while Lord Tarly's sister Tanya was beaten and raped on the order of Rainbow Guard Member, Ser Emmon Cuy. She is on her way via prison transport to King's Landing and my shadow wrote he in pursuit with a few Tarly men to free her and take her south. It seems Lucas was on track for his escape south but was delayed one fatal day later with the visit by the unexpected visit of Samwell wanting some books. Mace's good brother Jon Fossoway now holds the keep for House Tyrell.

We have yet to inform Lord Tarly so I hope you could inform him of the death of his family members we would be greatly appreciated. Also it seems House Redwyne has broke the agreement of neutrality with Paxter leading a third of his ships towards Oldstown and preparing the invasion south to Dorne and another third towards Highgarden for defense. I may have overstepped my authority but I sent a runner to House Reyne who has been ready for the invasion sitting in Starfell for the past 5 moons along with House Glover and Umber, the message I sent was "The Arbor shall feel the flames of their conquers for their betrayal." If I overstepped my authority I apologize but knew action needed to happen right away in response. As a humble servant I am willing to accept any punishment you deem fit for my actions even if it is the gallows.

I will send more information as it becomes available.

Mars

The image of his brother and nephew swinging from the tower that they use to play in as boys enraged him, by the gods even the idea his maiden sister had her innocence taken away from her by savages enraged him even more. The thing that drove him crazy with anger though was the idea of his innocent maester son who was so proud to earn his chain being killed in such a manner.

"I want that fat fuck flayed alive Your Grace! I will burn every crop and inch of Highgarden till all those fucking cowards are fleeing out their home into our blades and arrows. Fuck this little charade of a tourney Torrhen, Mace Tyrell has declared war with the death of my family."

This statement draws in a confused Talla who walks up to them and takes the letter reading it. She starts shaking hearing her Uncle Lucas and cousin James were slaughter so carelessly but she soon sobs like her mother into the arms of Arthur reading about Samwell. No more would her jolly older brother sing those merry songs to her and it crushed her.

"Hopefully Leyton and his family made it out but I already have Ser Marq preparing his men to march south with you. Your men are at Lord Harroway's Town so prepare them and take the fight to the fat fuck. Jasper get your ass over here." Torrhen now boomed as Jasper Sol the Master of Ships walked over leaving his sister's side.

"I want you to close the Blackwater Rush so Robert cannot sail his ships north to Harrenhal and we cannot sail south to King's Landing. A peasant fishing vessel will not make it through let alone war ships, am I clear?"

Jasper who had his ships ready for something like this nodded and departed towards the docks to follow the command.

"Addrivo and Arty will march north with me so I can gather our forces in the North, Mors Umber will defend the city as castellion. The Vale cannot agree whether to go on offense or defense so I am not worried about them but I am worried about the lion coming from the west until House Reyne makes their move. Mors will have a fighting force of 30,000 Riverlanders, northerners, dothrakis and unsullied Rhae sent home so keep our capital and family safe. Where is Sarra?" He questioned looking around for her. Strangely the maester caring for her seemed to vanish with a look of fear on his face. Mors Umber spotted the suspicious man walking away and pointed his men towards him.

The man tried to make it to the side door but was soon dragged before his king by his collar. Asheffi threw the man to the ground as if he was an enemy seeking judgement. He looked fearful as he looked up into the deeply scarred face of his king ready to piss himself.

"The good maester here went to check on her but he only told her to lay down. It seems like Maester Tytos is hiding something from us Torr." Arty chimed in and Mira Forrester who had been helping Sarra had a look of shock come over her putting the pieces together.

"Your Grace you see your sister is under the weather as we speak. It is nothing more than a passing issue." The man said on his knees but soon received a boot to his face causing him to go sprawling to the ground. Asheffi who had the blood on her boot was about to walk over to the maester when Mira stepped forward saving the poor man.

"It is the same sickness your wife had when finding out about Bennard, Talla had with Randyll, and Val had just before she left with Lyarra."

Torrhen at first did not put it together because he did not want to. After what seemed like an hour in his head the pieces came together and a rage came over their king that even frightened his Uncle Roger who was walking over. Before anything else could be said Torrhen stormed out of the great hall with Asheffi and the recently returned Obara in tow. Umber men were now dragging the scared maester to the dungeons as a symbol to his fellow brothers to be honest.

"Find out where Daario is before Torrhen can and make his new niece or nephew fatherless." Roger now said with concern. The Lord of the Rills then followed his nephew out the door making sure he did not commit a murder.

(Perspective Change)

The Inn of the Sleeping Goat was alive as in the background Ryswell men sang along with that of Umber and Stark. In the center table though was the fierce Ice Warriors who had been preparing for war for the past three moons. At the head of the table was the captain Daario who was listening to the nightly exploits of Seryna and Torrhen. Recently after a late night strategy meeting she became the lover to her king and the former Spear of Tyrosh and wife to the former archon finally felt alive once again.

In the far corner Jasmine Tour'e fresh from training her ship captains sat with her Uncle Dutch laughing at a joke by Jonathan Dwig as his son came back with four fresh ales. Dutch had already received a Lannister spy making an offer to him but now the Lannister bastard cousin was in the secret dungeon telling every little secret he was ever told since childhood.

Seryna sent a wink towards Dutch and pointed to a table on the far end. She could only laugh along with Dutch seeing a whore walk up to a table of unsullied quietly enjoying some mead. She attempted to grind her hips on them but soon walked away quickly seeing the glare realizing they were half men.

"I tell you Daario, Torr is thrice the man my husband was in bed. Queen Rhae is a lucky woman to be able to carry his children, Prince Bennard with the wolf inside him will be a fierce warrior and a fierce fucker. Speaking of wolves and fucking you are making sure Sarra is drinking moon tea right? Although I still think you a fool for keeping from King Torrhen." Seryna asked ripping a piece of bread from the table. Jasmine was escorted to the dance floor by her current lover and first mate Emile when a fast northern tavern song started playing.

"Do you think me stupid? Being a mercenary in Essos you go up against many scary men but an angry Torrhen is someone I rather not meet. That being said whenever I lay down with the whores all I can think of is her smile and her body. The wolf is trying to domesticate me."

Daario and Seryna continued talking about their lovers and when a whore came to sit down on his lap they shifted to conversation towards the war.

"I am getting anxious Seryna, I almost wish the war would just start already." Daario told his fellow Ice Warrior captain. Seryna went to respond when the doors of the inn were kicked in. On instinct all the Ice Warriors rose ready for a battle holding their meal knives but relaxed seeing their king. Well all relaxed besides Daario who saw pure rage on the face of Torrhen. The man with the scar across his face and the beard down to his sternum scanned the crowd of those loyal to him looking for his target. A wicked grin that scared a few warriors, also making Seryna wet crossed his face as he set his sight on Daario.

Daario went to calm his king down but upon approaching him he received a hard shot to the face as Lord Ryswell entered the inn. Daario felt the whole side of his face bruise as he went crashing to the ground. A man went to help Daario up but was halted by the arakh of Asheffi.

Trying to get to his feet Daario was assisted as his collar was grabbed by the Savage Wolf and his body as if it was the doll that Aurora played with was thrown into the back wall of the bar smashing all the bottles of cheap ale. The barmaid quickly hopped the counter and hid behind her security.

Daario's back now screamed in pain as ale now covered his clothes. Grabbing the bar he tried to drag his body up but was assisted yet again this time being lifted to his feet by his hair. Daario now was flung over the bar onto the hardwood hearing his body scream at him.

"This is the great man who conquered Princess Sarra Stark? All I see is a cockless coward who makes my sister heavy without the fucking decency to tell me. Stand up and fight back!" Torrhen roared and with the rough help of Asheffi he was back on his feet now holding up his fist.

He did not fare to well as Torrhen delivered a hard left shot to his ribs and as he recoiled a right was delivered to the already bruised face. Daario was now barely standing on his two legs when the Savage Wolf delivered a devistating spinning backfist causing Daario to go launching into the pillar. Bouncing off the pillar with pure will Daario connected a fist onto the lip of Torrhen, the hit was hard enough to cause Torrhen to bleed from the lip but Torrhen stood strong as Daario once again fell to the ground face first.

"That is much better Daario, I King Torrhen the second of my name hereby accept the betrothal of Daario Naharis of Tyrosh and Princess Sarra Stark of Winterfell. Before we go to war we will go before the gods and make it official. Welcome to the family Daario." Torrhen said now helping the confused and battered man up.

"Seryna I want you to prepare the men to move north on the morrow. THE WOLVES OF WAR MARCHES UPON THE SHEEP OF WESTEROS." He roared to a loud cheer from the stunned crowd.

"Tonight we dine as a family, Uncle Roger set a space for Daario."

A confused Daario was now being aided by the barmaid as their king left. Roger walked up to the group now.

"Did you think my nephew a fool Daario? I apologize about the damage, come to the castle and speak with our treasurer and tell them it was your inn destroyed by Torr. Barmaid, I will have coins put aside for you for repairs. Now Seryna take the fool to his betrothed so they can celebrate. Brother prepare the men to march north." Roger told his younger brother Rickard and followed his nephew liege out.

That night for the first time Daario did not need to sneak into his lover's room after a quiet family dinner. Sarra falling asleep on her lover's chest could only pray to the gods that her sister was safe feeling something was wrong north of them.

(Scene Change)

The ships came up and on the ocean bobbing in place as you could see men tieing the sails all the way from the high platform. The man could only rub his temples hearing his wife complain about the Iron Bank coming once again for a payment for the seventh time in over a year. Lord Rosby assured him all was in order so with calm breaths Robert just smelled in the fresh ocean air.

The sound of the babe in his arm waking up from her nap took his attentions down as the black haired Joanna Baratheon wiggled adjusting to the light. Behind them three year old Steffan and Cassana played with their brother Tommen's kitten.

Tommen meanwhile was learning how to use a spear from a member of the city watch preparing for his 13th birthday stag hunt. His elder brother Joffrey used a crossbow which disappointed his father driving Tommen to practice all the harder. Another reason for his practice was his betrothed Beatrice was sitting with her ladies in wait watching the display.

From across the long court you could see three figures walking towards them. In his dark tunic which his beard formed down was his foster brother walking with his namesake bearing the Karstark name. Beside him was a Quiet Wolf who even disarmed looked ready to protect his lord with his life.

"Ah Ned the cocks finally woke you up. I cannot believe I am a father of six." He said with pride as Joanna grabbed her father's finger.

"Come Robert we both know you are a father of many more. But aye six children to carry on your legacy. From the looks of Tommen your warrior legacy will be secure." Ned compliment and Tommen glowed at the man he had come to respect greatly.

"Aye Ned I do, how did we ever get like this? We both know if you were not a prisoner here you would be leading armies against me. I still recall teasing you with your brother Brandon about your wandering eye to a dornish beauty. All it took was Brandon to ask her to dance for you to take the initiative and cut in yourself. If only I could have kept Rhaegar away from Lyanna the war would have never been started."

Ned taking a seat next to his foster brother could only laugh wondering what Robert's reaction would be finding out the truth.

"If you think I trusted Brandon around anyone I desired you are mistaken. I learned my lesson from fancing the serving girl when we were the Vale."

Robert now let out a booming laugh awaking the babe fully.

"She kept trying to hint to you that she wanted your wolf but none of the messages would get across so I had to strike. Ned tell me the truth, how dangerous is your nephew?"

Robert now asked getting more serious. The question earned a snort from Edd Karstark who was counting the warships on the ocean.

"You and the dragon have caged the wolf for 300 years Robert. You will find out what happens when the caged and starved wolf is released upon the sheep. Our allies will only need to follow the trail of blood left behind." Edd replied not looking directly at the glare Ned was giving him.

"Edd spoke out of turn but he has the right of the ambition in my nephew. You remember how his father was Robert. Brandon may the gods watch over him but he lived with his passion on his armor and you know if he knew the results of his trip to King's Landing he would have done the same thing but with an army of northerners. I know you probably think Bolton will be able to take Winterfell but Torrhen has already secured his legacy and the legacy of northern rule. I ask of you right now to go before him right now and place your crown before him before you both lead thousands into the pyre."

Robert knowing the truth in some of the words could only look back at Tommen who was now practicing his striking and laugh.

"Now that I am an actual father Ned I am horrified what I did to Elia and Aegon. If it did not start so many headaches I would thank you for saving Rhaenys that day. I only pray if that day is to come where your nephew does in fact march his armies through the Lions Gate that Torrhen shows my children more mercy than I showed Rhaegars."

The stag king could only stroke his beard now watching all the ships in the distance getting ready for war.

"I would love to give up this damn crown, take my children, and flee to Essos maybe starting a mercenary group. I would call them The Deathly Stags. But now I have to lead my people and become a better king once the threat is over. I have to go from the king that starved his people to the one that fed them. Ah pissing gods what does he want? I told him not to interrupt me." Robert grumbled as Lancel came running out of breath. The young man halted before his king and bent over catching his breath.

"Lord Jon Arryn requested you in the Great Hall Your Grace. Tyrell men have marched into the city with their lord at the head."

Agitated Robert now handed off his daughter to his wife's handmaiden giving her responsibility over the children and followed his squire in. Eddard walked with his foster brother as Ser Meryn Trant walked slightly ahead of them with his white cloak wave in the cool wind.

Entering the throne room Mace stood with his son Garlan with a broad smile on his large face. Robert giving his wife a kiss on her cheek he climbed the steps reaching his seat on the Iron Throne and watched the Queen of Roses stand in the crowd with a look of disappointment on her face.

"Why did you march your armies into my city Mace? What has you so jolly on the eve of war?"

"Ah that is where you are wrong, we are no longer on the eve of war Your Grace. Knowing you would agree with my decision I moved my good brother Jon Fossoway south towards Hornhill to capture the home of Lord Tarly. As you know my cousin Moryn Tyrell is the captain of the city watch in Oldstown so I ordered him to open the city allowing Ser Bayard Norcross to march his father's army into the open gates. We should receive word any day now that the Reach is under your complete control."

Mace looked up at his king ready to receive a feast of valor for his leadership but only saw anger across the face of Robert.

"You dare start a war without alarming me Mace? You had better pray to the gods of old, new, and in Essos that you are joking or I will have you thrown in the Black Cells." Robert boomed startling the now confused lord.

"They were traitors and I only took back what rightfully belonged to King's Landing within my own lands. What is the issue Your Grace? That fool Randyll could not win a battle if he had the high ground and all valyrian blades and we will capture all of House Hightower since they were expecting to have longer."

The simple shrug by the fat Mace Tyrell caused a fire to grow inside the stag king and he launched his chalice at the the fat lord causing him to jump to the side dodging it.

"Since this fool has decided to start the war without informing us, the Westerlands, Stormlands, or the fucking Vale we must protect ourself north to Harrenhal. Hopefully word did not reach Torrhen. Lord Rosby get your son to have your men ready to march north."

"Why not just sail up the Blackwater Rush and take it by sea and land? Harrenhal and King's Landing is a mere two day sail away." Cersei asked having missed many of the war strategy meetings.

"Because the wolf will be lining the river with traps and ships effectively closing it off. He will close it off to himself to close the waterway. Lord Rickard Thorne can you escort Lord Tyrell to the Black Cells to be imprisoned until I send word of his release. Garlan you will take over your father's duties, do not be a fool like him." Robert told the court as Thorne men descended upon a shocked Mace who was dragged off screaming out of the throne room.

"Also you will enlist the aid of your grandmother and listen to her advice. Do not fail me or the Reach or I will take the head of every Tyrell."

Garlan who still had a shocked looked on his face could only nod looking towards his grandmother who had House Ashford men surrounding her.

"Ser Daeron I want you and your men to travel west towards Bitteridge with House Merryweather to protect us from the north and I will send riders towards the Arbor to launch the fleet south to attack the coast of Dorne. We must attack before the wolf or Dorne can put up their shields."

Robert happy with the leadership of Garlan looked over and saw Cersei ordering Lannister men to take Ned and his guards to the Black Cells. He goes to dispute her but is quickly overwhelmed by many lords now yelling up to his throne asking their assignments.

Giving lords their assignments he is ready to step down from the throne until a peasant walks up with three other men who all look to be brothers. The oldest looks to be nearing 50 while the youngest is barely 30.

"I tried to tell them it was a bad time Your Grace but they have 1,000 men outside the Red Keep Your Grace and demanded an audience." Lancel tells him and with a wave from Robert the oldest man steps forward with a regal step.

"I am Marcus Julius and behind me are my brothers. We represent thousands of people in King's Landing that are tired of building your defenses, farming your lands, and building your ships of war without wages, food, or rights. We hear of the court system of Harrenhal and demand you create one with a judge elected by the people with an equal say along with real wages." The man spoke with passion as his hair was now coming out of the loose bun as his emotions rose. His clothes were dirty and ripped but from his very stance and presence you could have dress him in fine clothes and confused him for a life long lord.

"No more will we create your weapons of death and your farm for your six course meals while we struggle to feed our children. The Orphan may have never been discovered but if you do not give into our demands King Torrhen will not need an army to break the gates down because we will open them presenting him with you and your wife on a chain."

At this outrage now broke out amongst the lords but it was Cersei who stepped forward.

"Go plan the war Robert I will take care of this." She assures him and reluctantly he nods leaving the throne room to have a war council meeting. With an evil glare she turned her gaze upon the four brothers.

It was minutes before the four brothers were being dragged to the black cells to await their public execution.

(Three days later)

High upon the steps of the Sept of Baelor sat three beheading blocks and thousands of city folk crowded the area. Many had fresh cuts over their body after House Lannister calmed a violent riot with even more violence. In all 2,000 were dead including the heir to House Rosby and captain of the guards; Ser Duncan Rosby.

King Robert who had yet to receive any information of the attack of Hornhill and Oldstown stood with his wife and Joffrey awaiting the convicts.

Marcus was marched up in chains along with his brothers Marion, Malcom, and Marius. Cersei looked into the eyes of the only brother to be spared and expected fear, trepidation, submission. The look of resilience in the eyes of Marcus were those that could have overthrown the old Valyrian Empire.

Robert tried to concentrate but could only think of his foster brother who was now in a gilded cell high in the Red Keep rather than the Black Cells.

The three brothers were forced onto their knees before the people with smiles on their faces.

"Fear not people of King's Landing for the wolf will be at the doorstep one day and we shall be good sheep and open the doors for them allowing them to slaughter the shepherds within." Marcus boomed and Payne with his heavy swung it high on the command of Cersei. With a hard swing downward the head of the man starting the riots for the past three years had his head rolling off the stage.

"Do you expect us to weep lion cunt? The people will one day rise up and take back their dignity." Marion said before Payne could take his head.

"Fuck you cunt. We will be dead but you will not be far behind." Malcom now finished meeting the same fate of his brothers. Cersei looked into the eyes of Marcus and now expecting to see anger, hate, pure rage but only saw a passive look angering her.

"Take out his tongue so he cannot speak anymore discontent and release him. Let this be a warning to all those that cross the crown." She boomed towards the crowd as Payne walked up to Marius with a dagger in hand. She expected to hear the screaming of his tongue being taken out but only heard quiet grunts from the man. Payne once the tongue was taken out held the tongue out for all to see.

Robert never wanting to be this type of ruler could only hang his head in shame before leaving for the Red Keep with Jaime following behind him.

The gold cloaks pushed through the crowds but eventually Robert made it to the Red Keep and went to the Tower of the Hand where Jon sat in his solar looking over reports.

"Ah Robert there you are, we should be receiving reports any day now. I fear for the Sisters but their navy should be able to stop that of the Stark fleet. I am more disturbed with more and more reports of dragons being reported in Essos a moon ago. We finally received the reports and they are from sailors so who knows if they are true tales and if they are who they belong to."

Jon informed him as Robert walked towards the balcony overlooking his starving city.

"I should have let Ned just walk up those damn steps claiming this kingdom for himself, now he is a prisoner in the damn city. Where did it all go wrong Jon?"

While Robert questioned out loud Robert poured some ale for both of them.

"The wolf threat will be gone soon Robert and you can lead your people properly. I warned you about the excess you insisted on and now we are paying." Jon told his old ward with anger almost spilling out but calmed himself remembering some new information.

"I have received word yesterday that Bran Stark is in custody after a fight on Dragonstone. His cousin Doran and squire Brandon Fenn were slaughtered like pigs by Ser Penrose, after the battle was over and Lyanna Glover disappeared with his child Eddard Baratheon and Jorah Fenn after Lady Seylse apparently tried to kill the child. Only Ser Richard now protects Shireen and the babe within her, I fear when when the babe is born he or she will be killed by its grandmother. Seylse requested a lift on the protection of House Lonmouth but I sent the denial on that order."

Robert hearing from Ned knew how close Doran and Bran were, disbelief entered his mind thinking about all the idiotic military minds around him.

"I want Ser Cortnay in the cells at Dragonstone for the unauthorized killing of a surrendered foe, one day he will face judgement by me but first we must get a hold of the situation. Also send Lord Tarth as well to keep Shireen safe from her mother. Any word from Garlan? If that fool Mace could have coordinated with us we could have delivered a strong blow, now he may have delivered us death."

Jon hearing the truth in the words sipped his wine before going through some reports.

"They probably reached Bitteridge but no official news but your brother Renly will march his forces towards Bronze Gate ready to move his attack north. House Redwyne and his navy will attack the coast keeping Dorne out of the war along the coast but we need to pray House Fossoway holds Hornhill keeping Dorne from marching north. If the Red Viper can attack the Reach from the south before we subdue the north we have a lot harder war ahead of us."

The two men discussed the war and the lords at their disposal until a couple hours later the youngest son of Randyll Arryn; James was knocking on the door.

"Lord Hand I was just off to the Eyrie, what are the orders of attack?"

Jon waved his distant cousin in and at a seat which the young man took.

"I want the Sisters ready to defend the Vale and House Coldwater along with the other lords of the fingers to ready their fleets to mobilize. The wolf has a deadly navy we must be wary off."

"What about an attack on Greywater Watch? Attack the North directly."

James who was expecting to see a nod was confused by the anger on the face of his lord.

"You will not attack the craggonman ever. Those swamps are deadlier than you can ever imagine and we would lose ten thousand men before marching a mile. They may be simple frog hunters but never underestimate House Reed, Lord Howland is a crafty fighter who will not lose in his own lands. Tell us the truth how many support the wolf in the Eyrie?"

Robert hearing this now leaned in closer.

"The Lords of the Peakes have many wolf supporters since Lady Anya Waynwood is of the first men. They have abided by your trade bans with the north over the past few moons but our dragon has suffered. Your wife and son do not help matters in the least and even your old friend Lord Royce speaks behind their back at the chaos they are causing. The Stone Union still stands firmly behind you especially since Lord Sunderland can see the North from his home on the sisters. It seems both Redfort and Waynwood will only move if you order them personally."

Troubled by this news Jon leaned back stroking his thin beard humming to himself.

"I want your father to act as an advisor to my wife, there is few I trust more in this world than Randyll. Now hurry and leave immediately so my mountain does not freely open the Bloody Gates to the wolf. I shall be there in two moons so hopefully they will defend their own damn home at least until I get there."

Inside the lord knew he was losing his mountain but refused to believe the honor of his lords would lead to betrayal.

The young man departed leaving Robert and Jon like the days of old to discuss war. The Warrior called out to him and Robert would answer with his hammer.

(Scene Change)

The seas were calm yet it felt as though death itself was staring at them from the Haunted Forest. Everyone of the three hundred crows that walked on deck and look out towards the forest beyond the wall felt a shiver right down to their spine. The massive ship The Silly Josie was barely filled due to House Stark calling in a favor and picking up their mortal enemies at Hardhome. Thankfully House Stark led by Princess Lyarra herself and Tormund should have sorted out the group.

Having processed a group of 4,000 wildlings personally that fled towards the Wall rather than make the trip to Hardhome he heard story after story about the others and it terrified Darrel. The former heir to the Salt Pans in Dorne Darrel Gargalen finally gathered some respect and was captain of his own vessel once again. His younger brother Doran had an eyepiece concentrated on the coast line they past and looked as if he was frozen in place. Darrel wondering what could scare his brother who has a youth was so fearless he would climb the castle walls as if they were built with steps upon them.

"Don't tell me you saw another wildling bath brother. They are only tits brother." Darrel jest grabbing the eye glass out of his hands and saw what looked to be a direwolf similar to the one Lyarra sailed off with a moon ago from his home castle. The strange thing about this one was it seemed to be...dead riddled with arrows. The eyes were not the dark color but rather a light blue. Then he saw them.

It looked to be a marching line of dead figures just like the Lannister bastard said he saw in the forest on a scouting mission. Many disputed the report by Tybolt Hill but down to the pale blue bodies everything was the same as the report.

"Men drops the sails and get this ship to fucking Hardhome. You have better grabbed those dragonglass weapons House Stark made for us because the Lannister bastard had the right of it." He boomed now checking his new blade. The bastard blade well taken care off had a thin layer of dragonglass donated by a donor in Essos embedded into the edges creating a new edge of dragonglass.

The sail was dropped and they picked up an extra gust of wind sending them quicker towards Hardhome. The ship behind them which was freshly built and unnamed as of yet followed suit.

They saw the docks approaching and what looked to be 10 ships taking up the 15 dock spots. High on the mast waving proudly in the wind was something he never thought he would see ever again; the three headed dragon. Passing by 5 ships which looked to be loaded with wilding families, dothraki, slaves bearing marks of all kinds, and groups of bald headed tan warriors they took the two spots at the end just as they saw a crying mother who had not looked to bath in a year running with a one year old in her hand.

Quickly attaching the rope and lowing the gangplank they saw a line of what looked like the Unsullied from his tales as a child creating a new wall with their large shields since the original fort walls looked to collapse.

Darrel approached the fighting forces of Stark, Targaryen, and Giantsbane only to see a group of the blue enemies attack from the forest on his flank. His men with their blades in hand fought off the 100 enemies while the families still awaiting spots started to ambush towards their ship seeing it empty.

Doran quickly took charge of the families forcing them into a three person wide line keeping an estimated figure in his head while Darrel fought against the undead. The families quickly filled up his two ships and he just landed and Darrel easily chopping through the hordes of others felt good about his odds until in the forest before him the ground utterly shook.

Having a quick pause in the action the crows all looked towards the forest in fear as two giants swinging heavy trees came rushing at him. They all braced praying they could save what innocents they could when nearly a hundred feet in the air the giants were bathed in a bright orange fire that blanketed them from head to toe. The giants enraged by the fire swung their clubs wildly and the giant on the right even split the others head open with an ill timed swing.

Looking up they saw something straight out of a creature from their childhood stories; a dragon. The pure black dragon with red eyes just oozed fire all over the others and a few of his men fighting in the middle had the ill luck of being caught as well.

With the flank finally clear the dragon flew off and joined his two siblings terrorizing the undead.

By now the ships that could each hold 5,000 were just about filled as their looked to be 3,000 people remaining including warriors and a whole ship left unfilled. Doran came running up to his brother not able to take his eyes off the dragons releasing fire down below.

"Brother I know she is my ship but you must take that ship now and leave with the crows. I will fight with House Stark and take their ship away from this hell hole." He said pushing his brother towards The Silly Josie. The nephew of Commander Cotter Pyke had already began disembarkation process of the second crow ship while the last remaining wildlings jumped on board. The other ships clearing their docks of enemies pushed off as well.

Woman, child, and grown men with full beards looked near crying as they sailed away from their doom.

"Come back home brother, we need someone to teach the chef your bread recipe." He said hugging Darrel and ran passing up a few wildings who were helping the crows get the woman and children on board. Many watched as their spearwives and children sat on deck unsure if they would ever see them again.

A woman of 40 wiped a tear from her eyes after seeing her children off to help their protectors. The woman was draped in what looked to be part of a snow bear and on top of her once pretty but now scarred face was a short cropped haircut.

"Where is the wolf princess? I need to speak with her." Darrel said running up to her as she hid the last tear before going into spearwive mode once again seeing her children sail away.

Hearing this a sad smile came across her face.

"You had better have a reason for seeing her kneeler. Her lover the one called "Jory" and her wolf both fell to them and she had to kill them personally. She is not very receptive to visitors right now, I would talk to the mother of dragons or the fire priestess." She told him and they started walking towards a group on the far end keeping the others away.

"If her brother is as Uncle Tormund speaks and is half the leader this Princess Lyarra is we will happily kneel to a southerner. I am Birlis niece of Tormund Giantsbane. You are?" She asked.

"I am Darrel Gargalen formerly of Dorne now of the crows. I take it you did not follow him south all those years ago?" He asked as they saw ally giants clearing whole rows with a single sweep of a tree. There looked to be only 2 giants so either the rest went south to another castle on the wall or they shared a similar fate to the giants they met upon docking.

"Aye crow you have the right of it. Tormund pleaded with my father to follow him but the two brothers could not agree if it was morning or night and he refused. Now he is dead and all I have left is Tormund, my children, and a few cousins. Here is the mother of dragons." She said approaching Dany who was standing with Tormund and Melisandre. The fire witch standing before flames seemed to be powering the dragons with stronger magic speaking a mysterious tongue. For a quick second Darrel became hypnotized by the beauty of Dany but quickly shook out of his stare when he saw her curious eyes upon him.

"Mother of dragons, this is Darrel Gargalen of the crows. Him and his brothers took some 7,000 with them and there is only two ships left at dock and the one is nearly full. We should depart soon if we are to survive. If not I will gladly fight to the death alongside my uncle and the wolf princess." She said with pride. Darrel looked towards the open field and saw Lyarra dancing through the undead with a valyrian blade and pure rage across her face. The bastard valyrian blade of a long dead house found in the Stepstones treasure cave had been gifted to her by Torrhen and she wielded it with deadly accuracy. Ironically the twin of the blade laid on her twin's hip.

"We will not die here Birlis, neither will Princess Lyarra no matter how much she wants to. Come sound the retreat niece. I have a little girl just born to get back home to." Tormund boomed and yelled for his men to prepare to retreat.

The Ice Warriors who were greatly thinned now around Lyarra heard this and started to prepare as well. Only Lyarra had no intention.

Lyarra cleared her enemies and looked to the head gate seeing an other who did not look like the others. He stood tall and looked more leader than mindless grunt. Lyarra smiled and was about to walk towards him when she was lifted by Tormund over his shoulder.

Lyarra screamed she wanted to die here as she was dragged off crying towards the ships. The Ice Warriors now created a wall and started moving moving slowly back.

"Melisandre, we are leaving. DRACARYS." Dany now boomed using who her whole diaphragm and Rhae's dragon Torrgon led the attack after dodging a rock thrown by a giant and torched him with the others around him.

They ran onto the docks and already on the ship was the pregnant wildling wife of King Torrhen holding onto her equally pregnant sister. The Ice Warriors instead of running towards the ships stayed just on solid land.

"What are they doing uncle?" Birlis asked as they engaged other after another never retreating to the ships. Instead they planted the Stark banner into the ground and fought. The remaining 300 Ice Warriors created a personal wall of protection for the docks.

"They are doing what they must Birlis. They are doing what may be called upon us one day soon. They are sacrificing themselves for the greater good." Tormund said as the Red Witch now boarded and the gang plank was raised. Lyarra stood by herself watching the men she trained personally get slaughtered one by one as their ship now entered deeper waters.

Memories of Jory flooded back to her as she recalled seeing the the sword enter her lover's heart and turn her into one of them. Just as soon as she was forced to take the head off her beloved the howl that broke her heart filled the air.

Protecting her flank Lola became overrun and was soon covered by them. The wolf tried to fight but eventually there was no more fight to give. That was when Lyarra truly discovered her inner wolf. Clearing the field of her best friends killers Lola started to rise from the ground, once more and with tears in her eyes she beheaded her most loyal companion.

Birlis having to kill her own husband on the way to Hardhome in a similar way knew the pain she felt and approached the woman no one dared. The look of misery now turned into a strange smile and she cut away her breast plate exposing her tunic. All along her strong bare arms were deep cuts that had the maester on the other side of the ship worried.

Birlis saw the hand go towards the sword and knew she had to act quickly. Running at full speed as Lyarra raised the sword placing the tip over her heart she looked up to the moon smiling. As Lyarra was about to plunge the blade into her own body ending her life Birlis with all her force brought her fist across the cheeks of the wolf princess knocking her out cold. The steel crashed to the ground as both women also hit the wood.

The cold air bit at her lungs from the run as Dany now running towards them knelt before Lyarra checking on her.

"It took me building a great city in his honor to earn Torrhen's favor and friendship. You have just won his eternal friendship dear niece." Tormund patted her on the back after helping her up.

"Darrel was it?" Dany asked helping Lyarra to a sitting position with the help of the Red Witch. The crow nodded approaching them picking up her sword off the deck.

"I am going to help her out of her armor but after that she will be restraint and you will watch her until we get to Skaggos." Dany commanded with a strange presense of command. The dragons now growing but not able to ride yet were diving in and out of the water sometimes coming up with a seal to eat.

Rhaegeal once tossed the seal in the air, Torrgon lit the seal aflame and Viseyna ate it out of the air.

"Skaggos? Why not the proper North?" He inquired as an Ice Warrior picked up his princess and carried her to the rooms below. A little wilding boy of 2 with no parent in sight was soon picked up by Birlis while the boy cried out for his mother who had been turned right before his eyes.

"There is still a game being played in Westeros and if we went to the proper North with all these wildlings and dragons before the pieces were set we would surely put King Torrhen's family in harm. We can control the flow of information better from Skaggos for the next few days. Once we receive proper word then we will take them to Winterfell where 30 giants should be headed as well. Hopefully they make it before turning." Tormund said as Dany disappeared down into the ship with Lyarra.

"How many wildlings did we lose Tormund? There only looked to be around 50,000 and I know some 70,000 were headed that way."

As Darrel asked this and an Ice Warrior took his princess's blade before walking down the steps. A man came up who looked to be thin of stature and long of hair. On his side was the woman he recognized as Val and another woman who must have been her sister. She was slightly shorter and slighter in beauty.

"Probably more around 40,000 young crow made it to Hardhome. You look of Dorne young man. When I wore the cloak hardly any of you desert dwellers dared take the oath." He commented sitting a barrel tuning a lute he had brought.

"Wait you were a brother? I take it the life was not for you then. Well normally we would stay in our comfy hot desert but when you rebel against a Stark they have their way of enforcing order. Are you not afraid to lose your head once you go south?"

Mance could only laugh at this while Val and Dalla looked on worried.

"I am the one you know as the King Beyond the Wall the infamous traitor Mance Raydor. With my sister by union over here marrying your king they have declared for him and I do not blame them. He offers them safety with submission. I only offer death with freedom. I will make my case to your Wolf King but I know my days are numbered young man. Do not cry for me Dalla, I swore the vow and now must accept my punishment." He told his wife setting the lute on the ground and holding her tight.

After having a quick conversation with Birlis and watching the 15 or so ships around them sail for the island of Skaggos Donnel descended down the stairs and entered the brig to see Lyarra chained to the wall. She sat on the ground while her hands were chained high up in the air.

"Tormund, as your princess I order you to get me out of these shackles and give me my blade immediately. I do not want to relive her their death over and over again. Let the nightmares stop." Lyarra commanded to the large man now closing the cell door.

"I love you like a daughter Lyarra and will not allow you to kill yourself. If you want to die in battle like your ancestors before you then so be it but even your father had so much fight in him he choked himself to death. You wanna die like a coward and I will not allow the little girl I taught to properly skin a deer to end her own life. She dies on your watch I will throw you overboard in full armor boy." Tormund growled and passed Darrel. He looked into the pretty face that now had lifeless eyes in them.

"Yes stare at the pathetic wolf chained up. You kill your lover and best friend yourself while watching all your friends die around you and tell me how you feel. Now quit fucking staring and wake me up when we dock."

With that Lyarra with her hands still raised in the air by chains so she could not choke herself in any manner laid her head back and slept reliving the nightmare all over again. The former heir walked over to the far wall where a book was already on the chair and was page marked with an eagle feather.

Picking up the book and sitting in the chair Darrel looked at the spine.

The Real Accounts of the Stepstone War by the Traveling Maester

Maester Jon Windhelm

Darrel having to tune out the thrashing Lyarra who fought her nightmares read about the first hand accounts of the Stepstone War. He had just finished the chapter covering the Battle of the Blood Moon and read about the battle between legendary pit fighter Randyll Harloon and King Torrhen when the door creaked open and Dany came in. Closing the book the stood up for the dragon.

"Princess Daen…" He started off but stopped hearing her laugh and holding her delicate hand up.

"I am Lady Dany if anything. King Torrhen is kind enough to give me Dragonstone and I am more than happy to take it. How is she Ser Darrel?" She asked walking closer to the bars as Val now leaned on the doorway looking at her now good sister.

"She is a danger to herself and has been thrashing in her sleep since being placed here. She woke up once offering her body to me as my personal whore if I killed her afterwards and nearly bit my finger off when I rejected her and attempted to give her water. I hate to say it but I would suggest she remains locked up under watch until King Torrhen comes back north and deals with it personally." He advised sending a friendly nod towards Val who waddled in.

"When we arrive I want you to find Lord Dirron Bearclaw and arrange for her transport. After that you are free to join your brothers. Oh Val may I ask you what you will name your child? You are so close." Dany asked rubbing her large belly.

"Rogor Wildstark for a boy after my father and Milla Wildstark for a girl after my mother."

The surname caught both Darrel and Dany off guard. Val could only laugh at the shock spread across their face.

"I have not told my sister yet but King Torrhen wants us to start our own branch of House Stark on the Sisters, our overlord will be House Manderly until we have established ourselves. I have never been one for the waters but I will adjust if it means safety and duty to my husband."

They talked some more until Mance entered the room.

"The docks and my chains approach. I would swim to safety but alas I shall die a coward not wanting to die jumping into the sea. Rather die in a warm fool with a dry coat without my head." He jested and Val grew grimmer. Ice Warriors now entered the room and the cell chaining the now awake Lyarra with her hands chained together behind her back. The once lively woman who would find a different place in Winterfell everyday to make love with Jory now looked a shell of a woman.

Lyarra said nothing to anyone and walked up the stairs in silence till she saw Tormund standing there holding on the blade of his second oldest son and heir Torwynd the Tame. The man who was not a great fighter by any means insisted on marching with his father and in the end Tormund had to kill after he turned into one of them. With Torregg a Wolf Guard and Torwynd dead Munda was now heir to Torrhen's Hol.

Realizing Tormund went through the same thing she did Lyarra walked up to the large man and placed her seemingly tiny head into the massive shoulder of Tormund and cried. Tormund wrapped her up and while he did not cry like her still had tears coming from his eyes. Munda who had watched her brother turn after being killed by an other direwolf approached and patted her sister in all but blood on the back whispering some words into her ears.

No one dared approach and ruin the moment as the gangplank was lowered. Lord Anthor Stane who along with his two remaining brothers had been allowed to keep their lands waited on the docks. His lady wife Sharla who was still pale from seeing the dragons eat some seals waited as well. His men were already hard at work processing the new residents of the North.

Dany was the first off the ship with some Targaryen men. The docks scattered when Visenya her light green dragon who was almost big enough to fly now landed before her just on solid ground. She simply smiled and kissed the dragon on the nose.

Lord Dirron Bearclaw who had his men already processing the large groups onto his island saw a thin man in chains being escorted by five Ice Warriors and two pregnet wildlings. Tormund now approached with the similarly chained up Lyarra.

"Lord Dirron Bearclaw I presume?" Tormund asked as Lyarra once again begged for a blade to kill herself.

"Aye Lord Tormund I am. If I said seeing the crown princess chained up on my island by her own subjects is the strangest thing I've witness but I would be lying, three dragons are behind me. Who is this man?"

"Ah good lord I can answer that. I am Mance Raydor, former king beyond the wall and former crow. Quite possibly adding former owner of my head as well." He said in an bow.

"You will keep him locked up here and the rest of these people comfortable until King Torrhen returns north and rallies the army for war. Most likely Skaggos will be fighting the war north of the Wall but that is not my decision. Princess Lyarra will be chained up and forced fed and watered three times a day until her brother can talk with her. Every third day she will be bathed by those without any kind of blade or weapon because if she kills herself on your watch I will take off your head before King Torrhen can. Are we clear?" Tormund boomed as Dirron's children all young looked on behind their own troops at the wolf princess.

"Jorah I want you to follow Lord Tormund's orders to the letter. Talia could you arrange the servants that will be taking care of Princess Lyarra." Dirron asked of the captain of his guard and wife. Both nodded and Lyarra was escorted to the castle that was being rebuilt.

"Lord Anthor, I want you and your men to help put up tents and temporary housing for our visitors. Also send your brother Kean to the Castle Black to see if Skaggos can help out the black brothers in anyway. If what the first ships told us is true we will help them in anyway possible." Dirron ordered to the lord of House Stane.

"Lady Alona, I want House Crowl to house the high guest in your finest rooms since you have the largest castle."

At this order the former wildling and wife to the now dead Lord Jorah Crowl spit on the ground at his feet.

"I will help my former brothers and sisters north of the Wall but I will not house any kneelers." Alona spat but received a stiff backhand by Dirron forcing the wild haired woman to the ground. Her daughter who had truly led the house since her father's death fell the ground and held Alona back ensuring she did not receive a blade to the chest.

"You will house Princess Daen…"

They heard a growl as the silver haired beauty walked up with the Red Witch.

"I knelt to King Torrhen just like all of you. I am Lady Daenerys Targaryen." Dany cleared up.

"My apologies. You will house Lady Daenerys, the Red Witch, and anyone else we order you to because if you do not I will send in that report to Winterfell stripting you of your lands. I do not ask a lot of your house in the way of submission but when I do give you an order you will follow it. Clear?"

Arna helped her mother to her feet and nodded.

"I apologize for her behavior Lord Bearclaw and we will accommodate the guest. Do your dragons require anything Mother of Dragons?" She asked as Munda walked up with her princess with chains rattling.

"They will find what they need from the sea."

Arna destabilizing the conflict got the pieces into motion and everyone went about their work as massive tents were put up and supplies were off loaded. Dany giving Rhaegel a kiss on the long snout looked around seeing the banner of the three headed dragon once again being waved proudly as a group of dothrakis exited the gangplank with tent materials in hand. The leader a former khalessi now bloodrider to Dany, Sirha planted the three headed dragon with a silhouette of Dragonstone in the background.

With a smile at the banner of Targaryen of Dragonstone Dany now was ready to fight for a place to call home.

"We're back Robert."

A/N:

So I wanted to show that Harrenhall and Wolf Haven have developed into a real capital with acting guilds, new court system, and even a partnership with Braavos to bring a bank to Wolf Haven for farmers and lords alike.

I really focused this aspect due to Torrhen making his product more appealing than Roberts. In order to win the war you need to win the people with morale and hopes of a better future. That starts with banks, plays, and so forth. Also creating a more equal legal system for peasents where lords and kings still maintain power. Torrhen will not be declaring a democracy giving up his throne like George Washington, no worries there.

Also I know the reason Ned accepted the invitation is dumb but storyline wise I wanted Ned in KL and now left with a strange plot hole. If you have made it this far I hope you accept it and enjoy the future of KL. And when you need a trigger to start a war low hanging fruit can be the most logical, Mace Tyrell.

Finally onto the sadness of Lyarra having to kill her wolf and lover as they were turning, the Starks need some adversity and a personal stake in the war to the north besides purely ideological thinking.

Well I am glad you are back as a reader and enjoy the book.

Drogo

Addrivo's son

Born 297

Noho Dimittis (Canon)

Iron Bank Rep who works with King's Landing in the books

Also aides Torrhen since they are not far away

Tyala

Addrivos daughter

Friends with Aurora Flowers

Born 296

Lord Gyles Rosby (Canon)

Master of coins after Petyr leaves and is a frail old man in books

Lucas Tarly

Castellion of Hornhill killed in Hornhill

James Tarly

Lucas' son hung alongside his father and Samwell from the hightest tower

Tanya Tarly

Randyll's youngest sibling and only sister

Raped in battle for Hornhill

On way to KL

Rickard Ryswell (Canon)

Roger Ryswell younger brother

Joanna Baratheon

Robert's and Cersei's new born girl

Born 301

Ser Duncan Rosby

Died in a riot

Former heir of Rosby

Marcus Julius

Eldest brother of four who led the people in violent revolts in KL demand fair treatment

Marion

Malcolm

Marius Julius

Youngest brother allowed to live as reminder but has tongue taken out

James Arryn

Heir to the Arryns of Gulltown

Birlis Giantsbane

Tormund's niece and mother of 4

Born 260

Did not leave with uncle, rather stayed with tribe following father's orders

Sirha

Former khalessi

Dany's bloodrider