Wolf Bloodied Cold Hearted
When the full army of the rebellion came upon kings landing it was said that Eddard was ravenous and hungry for conquest, and pushed for the attack.
"Eddard please" sighed Jon wearily for what must have been the hundredth time as Eddard stalked the tent like a mad beast the fire in his blood preventing him from even a moment's rest.
"no we attack now" Jon could see Robert making this argument but before the slaughter at the crimson ford he never could have imagined Ned doing so
"Ned we have to give them a chance to surrender," said Robert trying to placate his wild friend
"why" he spat as the northern lords nodded in agreement "to satisfy some and sense of honour," he said "to allow the Mad king to escape"
"Ned the code of chivalry is very clear on this," said Jon in a manner trying to calm him down
"your code not mine," he said "your code that cost me a father and a brother and potentially a sister as well"
"the Lannisters have decided for us once their forces arrive we can begin final preparations to siege and storm the castle"
"F**k for preparations" Ned roared and left the tent followed by his entourage of Northern Lords, he headed towards his own encampment and into his war tent. He sat in a wooden chair with a table set with a map of the seven kingdoms sitting on it and enough chairs to seat every lord.
Nobody dared to speak as the watched Eddard lean forward his eyes locked onto the map, there were large three chess pieces carved into the emblems of the Lords rebelling against the Dragons sitting on the map surrounding a fourth carved into the shape of a three-headed dragon, then a harsh whisper broke the cold oppressive atmosphere that had settled over all who sat there
"lord Arryn may have a point," Bolton said shocking the lords as he continued "with the Lannisters here we would have enough troops to take the castle and make a run to the Stormlands to secure Storms end"
The rest of the Lords all nodded in response adding their own voice in agreement
"I have little care for what the summer lords want" he answered in voice so cold it was as if he had sucked the summer from the land "my sister may be in there being subjected to any amounts of torture and your solution is to wait for the lions"
"my lord it's not as if you can talk the Dragons into surrendering" the heavy voice of the GreatJon broke through the low rumble of the lords like the braking of a steel chain.
"talk them out?" Ned whispered "talk them out?" he said louder getting to his feet and charging out of the tent he grabbed one of his guards "Bring me my Horse"
"at once my lord," the man said running off Ned then grabbed another man
"bring me two banners the largest one we have one white the other a Dire Wolf"
"yes my lord"
"Ned?" questioned the Great Jon who looked at the man and smiled
"talk them out Jon," he said as the guards returned with the requested banners and Eddard's Dark Grey Charger, quickly Jon and the other lords also had their horses delivered to them as well as a cohort of guards to follow behind them questioning where they were going.
Ned mounted his horse with practised ease, a servant had handed him his ancestral sword Ice which he secured and grabbed the wolf banner making sure that Lord Reed had the parley banner before he kicked his horse into motion, he rode through the camp chest puffed out and looking like the very image of the regal Northern Lord.
As his did so Northern troops and horsemen rushed to get ready to follow war horns were sounded and drums here beat in rapid repetition to get men moving orders were shouted and the Andle camp was also in a state of panic as they thought the north was about to attack again.
Ned Road out oblivious to the chaos he had sowed in the camps and when he as just out of longbow range he stabbed his banner into the ground and grabbed the parlay flag and road forward at a much slower more casual pace then stopped.
"Who goes there" came a cry from the battlements
"Eddard Stark Lord of Winterfell and Warden of the North"
"What do you want traitor"
"How resolved are you as this is the very last Parlay I will allow"
"we will fight for the true king to the last" the captain of the guards shouted back
"If I begin battle once again, I will not leave the combat half-achieved, I will not stop until within the ashes the city your king lies buried." Eddard roared "the very grace of mercy shall be cast asunder for the bloody heart of soldiers unleashed in the coldest of winters" he continued as his retinue grew more shocked and horrified by each word "we will mow your peoples like grass, your fresh-fair virgins and your flowering infants all one and the same, for what is the difference of one Andal to the next in my eyes, if you're so eager for Impious war then arrayed in the flames like your prince in the field, your prince of fiends, all fell deeds that keep awake the innocents in their beds in icy dread to waste and desolation invite yourselves, know that it is on your black conscience that this fell fate befalls you, if your Maidens fall into the hands of the ravenous hungry wolves of hot and forcing violation, then what rein can stop such licentious wickedness in their enraged feral hunger for spoil, therefore oh craven soul take pity on your city and your people, as yet the wolves in my command with cool and temperate winds of grace blows the hot boiling hunger for hate and villainy, can you not see that I hold such reins for then a with foul hand I could release the despoilers to defile the locks of your shrill-shrieking daughters; your fathers taken by the fury of winter and there most reverend regretful heads dashed to the walls, your naked infants spat upon pikes, while their mothers mad with the howls of grief do break the clouds like the roar of thunder upon the fields of fire, What say you? will you yield, and this avoid, Or, guilty in defiance, be thus destroyed?"
What Eddard hadn't counted on was that his voice carried as if by the will of the gods to every point within the city and over the camps outside it, with every word the venom of his hatred seemed to steal the heart of summer from the land as cold winds swept through, it was said after that day by the witnesses that where Eddard stood was a man as cold as the winter he was born in, it was is he had channeled the spirit of the great other, the wind swept his head as if forming a crown of ice upon his head.
Within minutes, the city had surrendered.