Lloyd

Lloyd had the servants help him put on his armor, before heading out to meet Ser Hosteen and Ser Brynden. Exiting through the heay double doors leading to the Lion's Gate Lloyd briskly walked as Lannister men parted for him and just a quickly filed behind him as he strode through the bridge connecting Casterly Rock to the Mainland. The ancient home of House Lannister was a mighty fortress carved into a mountain on a high elevation. The fortress boasted to have never been penetrated in the thousands of years that it had stood. Lannister after Lannister saw the proud house of the Lion through civil wars and Ironborn raiders. Today Lloyd the first Stark in history would lead a defense against the dreaded reavers against his new home. He mounted his horse that was brought to him by another soldier and he briskly nodded to him. He thanked his foresight of a quick resolution with his Great Grandfather Kevan and kept the men assembled and on alert at all times. So while the rest of the camp still readied Lloyd took a thousand man and began marching them to Lannisport down the Ocean Road.

Even from the walls of Casterly Rock, Lloyd had seen the pillums of smoke and fire rising from Lannisport as he had prepared to head out. Myrcella had balled cried and stomped demanding he stay with her, Lloyd nearly faltered but he had a job to do. His father would have been ashamed of him if he had stayed and sent Ser Brynden or Ser Hosteen to secure his lands to be. The march was quick and he was welcomed instantly swarmed by commonfolk begging to save one daughter or son or another. As the proud wolf he was and Grey Wind himself trotting next to his war horse Lloyd ignored their cries as he asked for the man in charge of the Garrison. Commander of the Red Cloaks a Knight as old if not older than Ser Brynden came to him proud in his red breast plate with a fierce Lion on it to Lloyd. The man after seeing him looked stunned for the briefest moment before kneeling. Lloyd blinked for a second, unsure how to treat that, a short bow is the proper custom when infront of a Lords son but to kneel was meant for kings.

"My Lord, to whom am I reporting to" he asked his voice booming and deep. Lloyd cleared his throat for a moment and nodded to the man.

"Lloyd Stark son of Lord Eddard Stark and grandson to Lord Tywin Lannister" Lloyd omitted his mother being it would be obvious. Tywin Lannister had only one daughter, to be said.

"My Lord, the Iron Born where sighted by scouts placed by Ser Kevan, the fleet raised as soon as it could and intercepted them. A contingent of the gods know how many however made it I counted twenty Long ships, with men practically spilling out of them" the old commander motioned to the main road of Lannisport. Lloyd's studies would remind him the road was called the Lions road, leading to the town square and directly to the docks where the Iron Born where no doubt plundering before securing the bloody town.

"Good, DID YOU HEAR MEN?! PLENTY OF REAVERS STILL LEFT FOR YOU!" yelled Lloyd earning several clanks of shields and gauntlets on breastplates. The men were hungry for a fight, with Highgarden having folded peacefully the moral had been high and the itch to draw blood was on all of them. Lloyd would count himself in that, the blood of the first men ran deep more than his Andal blood. He hungered to prove himself further. His grandfather at a young age brought House Lannister to the peak of its strength, all houses in the Westerlnads knew to lower their gaze to the ground when Tywin Lannister was on his hind legs to roar. The Lion did not bother with the thoughts of sheep after all.

"Ser Gregor!" Lloyd commanded The Mountain that Rides trotted up on his horse next to Lloyd making Greywind move to his other side.

"Take your men and another hundred from me and attack from the left…kill them all, make them hurt show these Krakens that they will be butchered like the spineless creatures they are" The big man gave him a broad grin thirsty for blood after so long a lull in battle.

"Ser Brynden! Take two hundred and tak the right I will take the rest down the main road keep their eyes on me" Lloyd reached for his helmet and put it on, the helmet was an odd contrast to his grey armor with the lion and direwolf pauldrons on each side. It was a simple affair with a round shape and a Visor with a narrow slit for him to see out off.

"You're name ser I would have it" Lloyd asked the commande who had stood silent as Lloyd commanded with a look of intrigue as he looked to Lloyd.

"Harold my lord, no knight humble son to a fisherman and baker. Husband to a tavern wench and two sons" the man spoke head held high and a pride to his origin that Lloyd would see only from Lords describing all the heroic things their dead ancestor did.

"No knighthood but a command of the city watch? A man after my own heart, do me the honor of riding with me then good sir. Let us kill these reavers from your home" Lloyd slammed the visor down on his visor and left his horse. Through all this the old man watched him as he gathered the men and on foot marched them to meet the reavers.

The raiders had been caught by surprise thinking the city watch, no doubt soft belly green landers had left them be to save their own skins. Greywind wasted no time Lloyd held his sword pointing at a Reaver who like the barbarians Lloyd thought them to be was in the middle of the street raping a woman as his friend held her down. The man holding the woman acted first and ran, the second tried to pull his trousers on but Lloyd's sword was pointed at him. Greywind mauled his face screams alerting the raiders. This was not the twins, no these weren't unarmed men following orders Lloyd felt his heart black with hatred as he ordered the death of the men plundering and raping their way through Lannisport.

"KILL THEM ALL!" Lloyd charged Ser Hosteen to his right, Lloyd finally would get to see the former Frey knight in action sword in one hand shield in the other. The massive form of Ser Hosteen wore a cheap armor that looked worn but still sturdy the massive man was fast despite his size. He smashed into the reavers to Lloyd's immediate right his sword cleaving through leather and mail. To his left Lloyd saw Harold proving that it wasn't birth that proved skill and with his sword killed men left and right. Lloyd not to be outdone roared and gripped his sword with two hands and began swinging with all the skill he had learnt from Rodrik and his father. The fight was very one sided, Lloyd parried an axe and then cut the man swinging the short axe down. Just as quickly he intercepted a sword before sliding his sword across his second attackers belly spilling his innards. Turning on a dime to his left a man mid swing was brought down as Greywind mauled him and ripped his throat leaving the man clawing at his torn flesh on his throat. Spinning his sword once more Lloyd began hacking his way through more reavers as their presence became known and more and more this time more prepared men began attacking them their greed forgotten to kill the Greenlanders.

The men kept pouring on them the reavers had gotten through in greater numbers than expected. Lloyd would see about that later, though momenterally that was an afterthought as he gritted his teeth an axe making contact with his armor on the left side. With expert ease Lloyd swung at arm level taking his attackers hands. Pulling his sword back to level at shoulder height he stabbed the man through the neck with a powerful jab. Metal ripped through flesh and punctured through to the other man man coughed up a bloody sprout staining his armor. Pulling back he shouldered his way past the dying man and continued his bloody path each swing swing killing a man and admittedly tiring him out. The Twins had been caught unaware and his army had routed most of the men leaving very little actual fighting to be done by Lloyd. This time he was in the thick of it, the reavers bloodthirsty and hungry for individual glory to kill the man in the shiny armor.

Thirty minutes into the bloodbath Lloyd ran into something different than ugly teeth rotten reavers. A woman girl really, she wore a plate made of Iron, a rarer sight among the mail wore by most of the reavers. As far as he knew women did not fight in the Iron Islands, however his steely grey eyes narrowed as he saw the fine craft of the plate and cauldrons on the skinny girl. Proudly the Kraken of House Greyjoy was on her chest. She was Asha Greyjoy, Theon had told him stories of the pimpled faced girl he called sister before the Rebellion. Backing up his men surrounded him Ser Hosteen instantly at his side as Harold.

"Surround the girl she's Asha Greyjoy n doubt leading these reavers! If she is taken the day is ours!" nodding his men began cutting a path to the young woman. Lloyd headed the tip of the spear and finally broke through in time to see one of his men, Lannister be cut down by the girl who swung around two short axes. Lloyd smirked under the helmet reminded of Dacey momentarily. He met her in battle using her short axes she parried his strikes well he swiped from the left she parried his attack up her other axe made an attempt at the gap between his breast plate and helmet. He easily leant back that only the win cooled his sweaty neck from her swings. He swung from the right again up and she left mimicked her right trying to get his one obvious weak point. The neck, a neck protector was common on a breastplate but Lloyd had the damn thing removed he felt like was being suffocated under that and the helmet. Not to mention he used it for battle as a way to easily read his enemies. Though only in theory now that he was using it against a skilled opponent he didn't think he was as clever as he did as before. Her swipes got closer to his neck after every parry.

Backing up Lloyd leveled in a defensive stance sword brought back leveled to shoulder leavel where easily batted away her swipes with her axe and jabbed for her expose face when she came near. Shes bloody crazythought Lloyd her only protection was the breast plate and shoulder pauldrons, and after closer inspection mail under her doublet. As he panted under his helmet Lloyd assessed the situation and thought of how to better subdue her as she was clearly not going to go down without a fight. Lull into security it ishe thought and grinned.

"I didn't know salt wives fought" he japed. The girl grunted and grinned in what Lloyd be damned was an attractive smile. Long nose thoughhe thought idly as the girl replied in her sailor's accent.

"No salt wives and no lilly soft women in the Iron Islands" she span her axes and faint for his right before swinging for the inside of his right thigh. Parried and brought his shoulder to bare as the blow from her right axe harmlessly slid off his pauldron. Proving her smarts she didn't take the risk and got herself back from his sword. Had she tried to capitalize on his exposed flank he would have swung at leg waist bringing her to her knees. As had she swung for his neck all he would have to do was tilt his head down and take, not doubt a nasty blow to his head but well worth it to subdue her.

"Oh only Greenlander to give me a fight all day! But then again you don't have the balls to take all that armor off" she japed in return. A lesser man would have thrown his helmet off and given her a better target. Lloyd however responded with attacks and taunt of his own.

"Eager to get me out of my armor, we just met!" she ducked under a swing and he twisted his sword down to batter away an attack and then brought it up again to parry more blows. He pushed her back twisting his sword and jabbing against her face. She side stepped him and knocked his sword aside not letting him swing to instantly to her. The two circled each other before exchanging more blows and Lloyd deciding to hell with strategy went with using his armor and weight to overpower the skinny girl. He rained blow after blow his arms growing tired but the girl started swearing as the hits she got in were ineffective against his armor. Though it wasn't to say he wouldn't have bruises after the battle, as for as skinny as she looked she hit hard.

"Asha!" Lloyd stepped back the assailant that broke through the encirclement he had started to create entered the fight. His eyes widen and he stopped as he brought his sword to a defensive position. The curly hair was unmistakable and the craken on his breast plate felt like a dagger to his back. Theon joined the fight and he himself looked stunned as he was very well familiar with the armor. The two stared into each other's eyes one trhough slits the other through unruly brown curls. The stop had been a mistake. Lloyd reacted to slow he parried Asha Greyjoys first attack but the momenteray distraction served its purpose and her second attack knocked his sword free from his grasp. Instantly as his steel left his fingers he tilted his head down to cover his exposed neck with his helmet.

"AHHYAA!" her shrill yell reached Lloyd's ears as a powerful swing managed to knock his helmet off. Spots filled his vision the impact staggered Lloyd. His years of training had made his body act on muscle memory alone not needing his dazed brain.Your face cover your face!His father's voice told him when he taught them martial arts. Armored arms bared three hits from Asha's axes that frutelessly tried strike his head. Live!His minds screamed his vision clearing Asha swung her axe for his face down the middle he caught the strike and snaked his arm to catch it under his arm pit. His free hand darted out grabbing her wrist as she tried to retaliate. Rearing his head back he aimed for her nose and rammed his head against hers.

"FUCK!" she cursed as she had tilted her head enough for him to not break her nose but cut her forehead. Lloyd fell back, his vision cleared and he felt the color drain from his face an ugly looking reaver had his sword out about to stab him in the face. Greywind once more however saved his life and jumped mauling the man who yelled bloody murder.

"Cotter!" yelled a reaver before his men finally noticed their in trouble and swarmed safely putting him behind a wall of men. Not soon after the Reavers began retreating. They boarded their ships some scared bastards even swam as the long ships began sailing without them. Holding his head Lloyd wordlessly walked through the blood soaked streets as the scream of dying men from both sides made an orchestra to the storm inside him. He held his head that was killing him, which wasn't helping the storm of emotions raging in his head.

"My Lord, we have gathered quite a number of prisoners" Harold came to him. Lloyd needed a distraction so he decided to speak to Harold.

"Tell me sir, why did you kneel to me? You looked stunned to see me" Lloyd asked with a wry grin betraying his conflicted knight. The older man paused for a moment before chuckling and answering.

"I have served house Lannister for many years, even though the war of the Ninepenny kings war. I served under Ser Jason Lannister before being taken under Lord Tywin Lannister, only a Tywin then I suppose" the old men recalled.

"I had been at Ser Jason Lannister side when a man from the Golden Company ended his life. I despite the odds retrieved him and he died in my arms" he muttered. Seven hells not a good distractionhis morbid mind told Lloyd.

"Later on Lord Tywin sought me out he rode into the camp in his armor and I looked up at him as a maester mended my wounds" Harold said with awe.

"When you arrived my Lord I could have sworn I was looking a Tywin Lannister in his prime again" the older man gave a wise old smile to Lloyd that did wonders to his fried nerves and mind.

"After the battle on Bloodstone the war was won and because of my service he proclaimed me a capable enough man to lead his watch…I have been here since" the man finished his tale. Lloyd paused before nodding.

"Well you did admirably today, how about that knighthood?" Lloyd asked in good earnest. The old man gave a hearty chuckle.

"I do not mean to spit on any kindness my lord…but knighthood would be better for my eldest son. Albert" the old man said.

"I cannot knight a man who has not proven themselves…bring your son to me in Casterly Rock when he is able, I believe I can bug the Blackfish into taking him as a squire" Lloyd offered.

"Hah now that he would like. Thank you My Lord, I hope to serve you well while you are here" Lloyd held his hand out and clasped it with Harold.

"I plan to be here longer than you will expect, until we meet again my friend" Lloyd turned to leave.

"Wait! The prisoners My Lord" Lloyd paused his sour mood returning. Take look like commanders, as for the rest tie their feet down with stones and thrown them to their drowned god" Lloyd seethed and left.

The dead and wounded sorted Lloyd watched from the docks hearing the screams of the reavers. A ship was out some ways from the port dumping men into the ocean their pleas reached his ears. Looking down Lloyd looked to make sure the two men he kept watched their men die.

"Ser Gregor" Lloyd said arms crossed, the man standing to the right of the prisoners responded.

"My Lord" Lloyd was getting some more respect from the mountain after finally giving him blood.

"If any of them looks away, spill the innards of the man who looked away and make the other one watch" turning Lloyd walked off hearing the sinister laugh of The Mountain that Rides and one of the men break enough to whimper. Reavers, traitors, rapist, and marauders all of themLloyd snarled a hate like no other burning in his chest for the damned Iron Born.

Jon

Jon groaned and limped his way to the Wirewood inside Storms End, most of his weight on his walking stick. He got lucky his leg was getting better, a maester had said the possibility of losing it was high. Tyene ended up embarrassing the old man calling him an amputating happy fool. Some medicine that smelt worse than it looked later and his leg began healing slowly but surely. He was bed ridden for what felt ages and the war had once more grinded to a halt. There was also a rather…grave passing, his friends the men he went to war with all of them slain by Renly's Rainbowguard. Aside from the captured knight the order had been decimated. The losses mounted beyond Jon's friends, how many men died today for a now headless corpse? How many more would die by the end of this war. Aegon was still sitting on the Iron Throne and had the city secured and another siege…would be beyond costly on both sides. Winter was coming Jon knew that as much as any pure blooded Stark.

"The graves will be filled by the end of the war many boys would grow up fatherless." Jon grimaced he would need to go to the Riverlands to pick up Merek's boy. Sighing Jon made his way to the small Wirewoods in the Baratheon keep. As tradition he spent the night at a sept, barefoot and in a white cotton shirt. Jon smiled seeing the people who showed up to his knighthood ceremony. His father with his own stick smiled at him, Tyene stood next to his father giving him her own gentle smile that he was happy to see. So Jon limped to stand before Ser Barristan Selmy his mentor nodded to him and began the ceremony. Jon had insisted the ceremony be done as it was meant to, aside from being done in front of the Wirewood rather than the sept.

"Kneel Squire" Ser Barristan began. Jon grimaced and from his peripheral he saw Tyene look uncertain on whether to help him or not. The pain on his leg dulled as his knee graced the mossy ground, he was in black trousers white cotton shirt Jon could feel the cool air of the Stormlands.

"Squire Jon Snow, your service to our king and country and feats in battle, have earned you the right to knighthood" the few present all gave praise to Jon. Jon had been thinking of this ceremony for quite some time. He wasn't sure what to think at first, he had told Ser Barristan if after al the bloodshed it was worth it. the old knight had smiled and told him his aversion to such fanfare and glory seeking was what Ser Barristan used to determined he was ready. His feats alone would have knighted another man earlier. Jon however had the patience to prove he would be a knight worthy of song.

"Have you a name Jon?" Ser Barristan asked. Jon had so he said it with pride.

"Stormwolf, knight of Winterfell" Jon said the name and glanced to his father who looked on to his son with pride.

"Very well let us begin" Ser Barristan unsheathed his sword and with the flat end placed it on his right shoulder.

"In the name of the Warrior I charge you to be brave." The sword left Jon's right and he felt steel on his left.

"In the name of the Father I charge you to be just." Again the sword lifted and Jon smiled behind his hair.

"In the name of the Mother I charge you to defend the young and innocent." Ser Barristan proclaimed the sword lifting one more time.

"In the name of the Maid I charge you to protect all women." Ser Barristan touched his shoulder one last time.

"Now in the eyes of gods and men I Ser Barristan Selmy proclaim you, Ser Jon Stormwolf knight of Winterfell." The gathered attendants cheered as Jon groaned standing back to his feet using his stick. As Tradition Ser Barristan handed him his sword. Jon tied it to his waist, he was no longer Jon Snow he finally moved on from being Eddard Starks bastard. He was his own man now, he was A Stormwolf. Ghost trotted up to him and sat on his hind legs. Leaning back Ghost howled sensing his master's joy to celebrate.

The rest of the day was almost in a blur, Jon was congratulated by the many men he had fought with over the course of the war. Even Lord Stannis offered him a handshake and congratulations, Jon finally made it to his given room in Storms End. The room was spacious a small balcony at the far end of his room. The bed was bigger than the one he had back in Winterfell and sleeping on it beat a cot. Limping to a chair he sat down and sighed stretching out his wounded leg. Hissing he relaxed tired from the days events.

"Oh good you stopped moving around, men…you think you are all invincivible" Teyene mumbled as she checked his leg.

"I just think that when I'm around you" he tried with a grin. Tyene giggled behind her hand.

"You should work on your flirting, Ser Stormwolf" she joked Jon chuckled he could not help it. He felt so odd at being called Stormwolf after being Snow for all his life.

"Aye I suppose so my lady Stormwolf" he replied, I think I did better this timehe thought to himself and the slight blush on her face was conformation.

"A wedding, so soon? Things must really be bad" she mumbled.

"Aye…but father agrees it will be a good distraction for the men…and our new Tyrell guest" he didn't trust the Reach Lords. Jon reached out and took one of her hands as she looked over his leg.

"I love you" he said to her, Tyene paused her lovely lips parted slightly she looked almost torn for a fleeting second if Jon could had to guess. However it could have just as well been the medicine she put on his leg that sent a soothing feeling through it and making his mind feel fuzzy. He was losing consciousness and his mind fuzzy. His doubling vision looked as Tyene leaned up and kissed his lips and he returned it as best he could.

"J…d….it" he barely made out the last word before he was asleep.

Eddard

Ned groaned as he sat down on the table before the Lords. Lord Tywin was to his right then Lord Mallister and some of Jon's Northen Lords, including Roose Bolton, Harrion Karstark and Ethan Glover. With all of them seated it was time to discuss the growing problem. Robert he was at deaths door his condition was not getting any better but at the same time not worse. The Maester had said his lung was punctured and the internal bleeding had been stemmed.

"Questions may arise what you suggest we do my lords?" asked Ned. He was guenuienly asking because he could not come up with anything. He was tired and the gods knew he did not want to lose another brother. Brandon had been enough he didn't want to lose more, Lyanna was dead his father, Brandon. He and Benjin where all that were left.

"We could tell the men King Robert is staying behind to sail to Dragonstone." Harrion offered.

"No that would not work, it would be best to march while the moral is high and head for Kings Landing" Roose Bolton said and Jason Mallister agreed.

"Aye with the Tyrells under our thumb we have the numbers to Siege Kings Landing" Roose Bolton added.

"Aye we can take the city and be marching to our homes before winter" Jason Mallister agreed.

"A foolish agenda Lord Mallister Aegon holds Kings Landing with twenty thousand spears as Lord Stannis had reported." The man in question spoke up having remained silent and listening.

"Ser Davos hast sent a letter, he believes he can get us the ships to siege the city from all sides. Waiting will be our best option" suggested Stannis.

"Agreed, twenty thousand spears is more than enough to man the walls, if we attack from all possible sides we can spread their forces to allow us entrance" Tywin Lannister agreed. Ned sighed as he thought over his options.

"Then so be it, we will hold until we receive word from Dragonstone" Ned was about to end the meeting until Lord Tywin spoke up.

"The men must still not know of the condition of the King, I suggest a distraction. Your son Lord Stark he is interested in the healer girl no? then let us have a wedding, make it an affair for the whole army…a celebration of our victory and keep the kings name from their minds" Ned would not like to force his son into doing so much less the girl. However at the same time word spread and question would be risen. Lord Mallister wished to return home to protect his home as it where the army could start falling apart to attrition if they weren't distracted.

"Very well, I will speak with my son after his knighting ceremony" Ned said and stood with a grimace.

"Lord Tywin as this was your plan I will let you decided who to assign to plan this event" the Lord of the Rock simply nodded. Ned left the meeting to find Jon.

Lloyd

Wine was flowing freely, too freely if Lloyd had anything to say about it. Considering he commanded the army he did so he had the wine rounds reduced. The whores on the other hand were walking bowed legged and jingling as men spent their commissions. Lloyd himself was in his chambers, a secret message from his father on his table, on the other an order with the royal seal from Aegon Targaryen. Lloyd was in his black leather, his double undone as he held a cup of wine on his free hand. Placing the cup down for a moment he stared at the contents of Aegon's orders to him. To secure our alliance and that of my house huh?Aegon or his council was playing the game smart. His door opened and in walked Halena and Margaery as well. He figured there was little point now, the secret letter was an update on the situation of his father and the royal army. Storms End was there's and awaiting the build-up of the Royal Fleet to columante in a massive siege of the city. He was expected to join. That meant he had little precious time to get his mother out of there.

"Aegon has sent me orders, Dacey has knelt for me and she will be my presence at Aegon's court." Lloyd said.

"Margaery I'm afraid you shall be leaving back for Highgarden" Lloyd said. He felt a small pang to his chest. Margaery was an intelligent and lovely woman, in another circumstance he would have taken her offer of marriage, but now his hands were tied…to a certain extent.

"Lloyd…truly you jest" Margaery said with an uneasy grin. Halena herself shifted her gaze to her but made no comment.

"No…Aegon knows of your presence here and he said he will have plans for house Tyrell, so your best bet is to return home. My father will announce that your house is now joined the Royal Army. You will be safer there" he could not meet her gaze for he felt guilty for not having the strength to deny her. Now he had taken her virtue and he could not do the honorable thing of marrying her. He had denied her for so long now, he felt nothing but guilt.

"I'm sorry, but my hands are tied when it comes to you…Ser Garland has agreed and is preparing as we speak. I will give you an escort as far as Crakehall" Margaery looked to Lloyd. I can only offer her hope nowshe had lost her virtue and tongues would wag. Lloyd however would be dammned if he could not avoid it.

"Margaery" she turned to look at him her eyes uncertain.

"I will do my best to hold off Aegon's orders, but after this war…on my word I shall make you my wife" I shall keep dishonor from your name if it's the last thing I do.Lloyd looked at her with the conviction he led men to war with. Margaery though he doubted a realist like her would believe it, smiled in gratitude. She left silently and Lloyd sat back down on the massive chair behind his desk.

"It was the right thing to do Lloyd" sister you are more like mother than anyone would guess.Lloyd thought back on the conversation between him and Halena.

"Madness…Halena I dishonored myself and her with this…loose behavior. On my honor I am bound to marry her" he had avoided it, sure but he was avoiding it until they had taken Storms End.

"Lloyd…Aegon will have eyes in here do not fool yourself otherwise, When father takes Stomrs End with the King. You cannot hold Margaery in your house without questions. Already you will be questioned, we are Starks and we are betraying our father in this ruse" Halena spoke wisdown. He knew it well but he felt obligated towards Margaery, he knew she had planned for this he wasn't that lost to her seduction. She wanted a marriage from their philandering.

"Halena…" he was at a loss of words, she was right and he knew it.

"Send her away…Aegon will begin trusting you if she is not with you" Halena placed a hand on his shoulder.

He would have to see her off in the morning, his sister though wise in her council did not seem particularly cut up about losing Margaery he would need to ask her about that later.

"Troubling news sister, Aegon's council is wise he has put me in a hard position." Lloyd said after the briefest silence. Halena sighed and moved to read the letter from Kings Landing.

"I see…what are you are going to do?" she asked placing the letter back. Halena flinched he grabbed his knife from the counter flipped it in his hand once and stabbed the letter on the table. He was not fond of being commanded by Aegon.

"Aegon has put me in a disadvantage…I must marry his aunt Arianne Martell to join our houses. Agreeing secures him an alliance by marriage. If I refuse well, he our mother but I can still maneuver." Lloyd stood leaving the knife stabbed as he ripped the letter from the table.

"You aren't thinking of going to Kings Landing are you?" Halena asked walking to stand before him. He had grown taller than her so he tilted his head down to her. Grey, eyes staring into each other for a silent moment.

"No…but I do plan to march out, the ships returned shortly with minor loses. They report the Iron Born are heading for the Shield Islands. The Redwyen fleet is no longer an option with Margaery leaving us I have lost a valuable ally" aye his previous plan to use the combined Redwyen fleet and Lannister fleet to beat back the Iron Born had gone up in smoke. His ruse would break apart now that Aegon had decided to demand an alliance by marriage.

"North…I will tell Aegon he will have his marriage, but I will only marry in Winterfell before a Wirewood tree. This will buy me time…Halena from there I leave you with the task of saving our mother" Halena opened her mout not sure what to say.

"You are smart sister, have been for the longest time hidden behind smiles and pretty curtsies. You play the game better than any of us, myself included. Help me convince Aegon to perhaps even give some men to lessen the defense for when the Royal Army strikes." Lloyd had already gears turning in his mind supplies and sleds to be readied because he was sure the heay snows would start falling soon.

"Lloyd I'm not sure I mean what am I supposed to do?" she asked unsure of herself. Lloyd placed his hands on her shoulder and stared at her in the eye.

"I have made my move, I will hold this marriage up as long as I can, getting mother out will be up to you" he said. The siblings where silent before like he knew she would Halena straighten her shoulders and lifted her chin looking as dignified as any lady would. She really is a lot like motherhe thought as he grinned.

"Go brother, free our home and rescue our brothers" Lloyd nodded and gave her a mocking bow.

"As my lady wishes" Halena rolled her eyes and left. Lloyd chuckled despite his heart hammering in his chest. I'm coming Rami, protect Rickon…and if the gods favor us let Theon join the damn squids when I get there.With aflick of his wrist Lloyd took his knife back and strapped his sword on, just as quickly he left his solar there were plans to be made.

Okay here you guys are the first chapter of the longest Night! My plans changed rather drastically. Margaery was going to stay originally with Lloyd and secure him the Redwyen fleet. However after Altirations I remembered Aegon would find out about Margaery so it was best to move her from Casterly Rock.

Also Halena makes her debut as cunning mind behind smiles an dpolite lady mannerism. I had always planned for Halena to be Cerseis prodigy. While Lloys is proficient at the game and he's good but Lloyd hates it and the game bores him more than anything else. Still hope you enjoy guys

Edit: 4/18/2016 Thank Kyuubi123 for becoming my newest beta! So here's an update of chapter one! enjoy!