Lloyd

Seven hells he was nervous Theon was rather amused at seeing him pace back and forth in his father's Study. Lloyd was not amused however his uncle as well looked at him with slight amusement he was in his leathers if his mother was here she would have ordered him to wear his finest clothes his father otherwise. He agreed with his father on this one the lords would more likely laugh at his clothes than be impressed. He wanted the respect of his Lords after all he needed to show them he meant to do as his father commanded. Maester Luwin fetched him and with Grey Wind by his side he entered the great hall and his lords gathered by a central table. Grey Wind wagged his tail by him looking about rather excited about all the new faces. Though his wolf enjoyed new faces Lloyd took a bit of sick sense of pleasure that he would tear the faces apart if he so commanded.

Walking up to the head of the table he saw his Lords did not raise except Maege Mormont and her daughter Dacey Mormont. He had met Dacey only once in his life but he appreciated the gesture and nodded to his lords before sitting down. He noticed Theon come in and walked up to him walking on his right Grey Wind sat straight as well to his left looking about at the Lords tail waving gently about.

"My Lords…and Lady we meet under less than favorable circumstances my father calls for your banners and your help once more." Lloyd looked about, his Lords listened none delivering any words to him. "We must gather our forces and March south to Moat Cailin where we will await further orders from my father are you ready my lords?" Maege Mormont gave her agreement as did Galbart Glover of Deepwood Motte. Greatjon Umber the man massive man heartedly agreed banging his fist on the table Lord Bolton of the Dread Fort. He as well noticed Howland Reed was missing Rickard Stark seemed less then pleased but agreed none else denied him. Good progress Lloyd thought before dismissing everyone to marshal their armies and ready to march south to the Neck. Lloyd figured Howland Reed would have an answer from him once he hit the Neck. With his forces Marshalled Lloyd left to ready his own men and prepare the host he would leave behind to guard Winterfell.

He found his uncle waiting for him in his warmer clothes for the North as well as Rami and Rickon. The sellsword was standing a bit behind a sword at his hip casually waiting for him. Lloyd was clad in of armor though the other north men wore chain mail and leather Lloyd was fonder of the southern style plate armor. He wore a breast plate shoulder pauldrons, elbow Cowter and Faulds "Metal Skirts" the armor was a foreign design for their smithy. Lloyd had it imported from the south more so imported by his grandfather. The chest held the Stark Dire Wolf on the back the Lion of Lannister wisely Lloyd wore a cloak to cover the lion when he was with his lords. Kneeling he hugged his uncle and brothers as he prepared to ride south. "Uncle I have decided to leave four hundred men to guard Winterfell" he motioned to the men around him. He turned to Jory and clasped the older man's hand firmly nodding to him the man that for months helped him to be a lord.

"Rodrick I leave you to care for my brothers as you did me…help them. I guarantee they are less trouble then me" Grinned Lloyd with good humor.

"Ah my lord I reckon it should be esier now I only got two to deal with" the brothers all laughed even Tyrion cracked a smile.

"Well I ride south Uncle Winterfell is in your hands" mounting his horse Theon waiting for him the two young man snapped the rains their horses galloping to get to the front of the host where he would march them south.

Rhaenys

Her mother and sister where being less than helpful on this matter. Her heart belonged to Staffon no other man would ever claim it from her. However she understood one thing that still drove her forward…vengeance gods she tried she truly did try to get Aegon to forget Rheagar. She told him how he abandoned them! He left them left their mother for another woman and they almost met their death because of him! She seethed with fury but Aegon was blind, blinded by hatred but she would not allow herself to be denied her vengeance. Aegon would pay for taking away the only man she would ever love killed him in cold blood in their own home! "Rhaenys please think this through this means you will be leaving behind everything your family!" Elia almost all but begged her daughter.

"I know mother but I cannot allow Aegon to do this he must pay!" Rhaenys counterd and Elia recoiled. The hated she saw in her daughters eyes scared her. Her family was being torn apart all over again to make matters worse even her husband would leave her soon Rhaenys a guard host with Lord Stark and Stannis would be riding north to Riverun a raven had already been sent to the Tullys who agreed to meet them and consider the marriage proposal.

"Mother…Aegon killed Staffon! Gods I actually heard it! Uncle Roberts yell it chilled my spine and when the words reached me I felt everything drain away" Rhaenys said she closed her hands up as if praying to her chest. Her hands trembled a little as they balled together.

"Rhaenys…I don't know what to say the gods have been cruel to me…to us. I was stuck in a loveless marriage to a man that abandoned me to his mad father! Now my son starts a Rebellion that threatens so many more lives. I thought I was happy truly when your father came to me in my most dire time I never felt more relieved in my life." Placing her hands on Rhaenys the young girl felt her shoulders slacked and sadness entered her heart. Her mother had suffered under the mad king Aerys Targaryen.

"I'm sorry mother truly but our family needs me I can secure the Riverlands and their armies I can help deliver justice" Rhaenys tried. Elia felt a tear roll down her cheek but she miled none the less in one of her saddest moments she was proudest of her daughter. Like her father she valued her family and duty and her honor. She will fulfill her duty as a Baratheon she will make her father proud for doing what is right to get justice. She didn't want her son to die and if it came to it she will plead for his life even if her son had done wrong it was her son…her boy she could do nothing else. Rhaenys hugged her mother and kissed her and she left their rooms down to the gates of the Red Keep. Servants of her household followed with her belongings as she got down to the gates she lifted her skirts and walked down the steps. A box carriage awated her with Lord Starks men as well as Ser Barristan Selmy and Jon Snow who she had grown to like very much. He was so quiet and a very gentle soul she hoped he would reach his goal of being a Kingsguard. Lord Stark wore his armor as well long sword at the hip her father was next to him both men on their war horses. Ser Davos Seaworth and his son Matthos as well where there they would escort her to Riverrun. If all went as planned her father would take Riveruns army and march on the Reach.

The box cart exited the city with many commonfolk looking at the box cart and the armed men with the Baratheon Banner and Stark Banner flying over the host. They all knew their prince was dead they knew war was coming and with memories of the sack still in mind fear was evident. Rhaenys would do her best she would secure the Riverlands and the gods willing they could secure the Reach and Mace Tyrell would not fight them. Exiting the City gates Jory Cassel the head guard of of Lord Starks and now the Lord Commander of the Gold Cloaks. Jory stepped aside and from behind Lord Starks wife stepped out in her golden golden dress hands clasped before her. Stepping down from his war horse Lord Stark patted his mount as he stepped up to Lady Stark. She was stoic as she stared up to her Lord husbands imposing size. The armor adding only to his stature. His gloved hand reached to hers and held one of hers dainty ones. Picking up both hands as he kissed her hands and Cersei only offered a sad smile Ned grinned slightly his sad eyes showed the man was weary and did not want to be in another war. Fate however was cruel as she learned and now Lady Cersei would once again have to wait for her husband to return to her or her bones returned to her. She stepped up to him and stroked his rugged face before she kissed him and he returned the action to her.

"Return to me my Lord" she said to him.

"I will my lady" Lord Stark returned to his horse and the host began its march outside the gates more men joined them flying the Crowned Stag and Direwolf of Stark and Baratheon.

Aegon

The gods Dorne was HOT the sands stretched like seas and the sun seemed to beat down on a man like a smiths forge. The host was galloping now not wanting to exhaust the horses to conserve water though Prince Oberyn seemed sure they had arrived to Sunspear. Aegon was still in a sour mood what should have been a joyous one he had escaped the Baratheons found allies and killed Staffon! Instead he was beaten and cursed for doing so. It did not matter now he supposed as true to his word over the next sandy hill Sunspear loomed in the distance the massive Keep behind walls standing tall and proud. Three walls encircled 'old palace' he heard the men call it three massive gates to pass through and get to the old palace. Outside the main wall mud hobbles where spread about with commonfolk going about their business. Arriving to the wall guards stepped up to Prince Oberyn, Aegon rode just slightly behind him as Oberyn talked to the guards Oberyn grinned and though Aegon could not hear them he did notice one of the guards turn and looked at him. The guard turned to look at Aegon and Aegon glanced back at him as well turning forward the guards and Oberyn busted into laughter. Aegon huffed and glared away one of the guards banged twice on the massive gate and after a few seconds of various noises the massive gate opened.

The host repeated the process a good few times before reaching the old palace two missives towers where adjacent to each other. Aegon dismounted his horse when stable workers came to retrieve them hand on his sword he stepped up to Aegon and pointed at the towers. "That one is the Spear Tower…you best behave yourself less you end up there" Aegon frowned looking away from the tower to the other one. "That is the Tower of the Sun…and that is where we are going" he noticed the prince was still in his armor and Aegon could smell him from where he stood. He supposed he smell the same if not worst as he was beaten and dirtied. Oberyn knelt on the sandy ground and scooped up a bit of sand rubbing it between his hands a rather satisfying smirk on his face. "After being in that shit stink pile of a city I missed home…now come Daron waits for us" standing he grabbed his spear he had stabbed on the ground span it and started walking Aegon following him. The two men entered the old town the guards welcoming him. Making their way through the old palace they made it to the Tower of the Sun entering it they went to the throne room. On the throne room Doran seated on his throne with a woman Aegon did not know. He knew of Doran because of his mother the woman on the other hand he did not she was beautiful however her skin was a light tan olive. Large dark eyes and long thick hair. She wore what seemed to be cloth wrapped about her body her perfect round breast heaved with every breath and her thick dark hair cascaded about her. Aegon finally realized who this was as she was not sitting really but more like lounging on the throne next to Doran Martell. "Ah sister how are you this evening?" smiled Oberyn to his sister as she smirked and stood to embrace her brother. "My who might this beautiful young man may be?" she smirked at Aegon and caressed his cheek the young man stuttered a bit frowning trying to cover his blush.

"That is our nephew dear sister Dorans…plan" Oberyn looked at Doran who used a cane to stand up from his throne the older Martel hobbled himself to them.

"Arianne don't tease the boy I can see by his face their trip was an exhausting one…Aegon you smell like the dead" Doran said Arianne Martell giggled behind a fine manicured hand.

"Yes well when you have to ride for more than a bloody month with little water to spare on a good wash you tend to smell like the capitol" Oberyn smirked before he 'wafted' his scent to Doran who scolded him for being immature.

"Well come on now who did this to you?" asked Doran his old hand inspecting him Aegon let himself be felt about wincing about when he found a sore rib.

"I was the monster…I assume you heard by now?" Oberyn asked. Doran snorted rolling his eyes.

"The whole damn continent knows the usurper's son is dead…hah as if that is not enough of our problems Renly Baratheon has rebelled against his brother with the Tyrells and about half the Storm Lords." Oberyn sighed he should have known the boy was going to be more trouble than he was worth.

"Well it seems we've a war to fight Doran…are you prepared" Oberyn said.

"Aye…what of you…your grace" Aegon blinked surprised as Doran addressed him as such. Could this truly be what Doran Martel wanted? No he knows no man in Westeros does something out of generosity damn the Baratheons and starks who thought otherwise…no this world was cruel where children where left fatherless or worst killed. The matter however was he did not care in the end this is what he wanted vengeance and his rightful place as King. Gripping his sword tight Aegon asked his father for strength before speaking with all the confidence and might he could muster.

"I am ready…I Aegon Targeryen! King of the Andals and the Rhoynar, and the first men lord of the sevend kingdoms protector of the realm" Aegon declared Doran smirked. Arianne only grinned excited for what could come next.

"Proctector of the realm hah. Let's see how much you can protect in this war…" Oberyn walked out of the throne room stopping briefly to look at Aegon who glared at Oberyn. Mockingly bowing Aegon stepped out "Your Grace" he finished his thought and left to an annoyed Doran and amused Arianne.

Lloyd

Moat Cailin was an old Fort that has guarded the Neck for countless generations of Starks. The massive host of twenty thousand men at arms had been at the Neck. For almost two weeks when orders had arrived to march to the River lands Howland Reed was at the Neck when they did arrive. He excused himself for not answering the call but ture enough the crannogmen did not have the man power to march in an open battlefield. They were best suited to their hit and run tactics with in their swamp lands. With the Red where his two children who asked if they could ride north to Winterfell to stay with his brothers. Lloyd apprieciated and allowed them a guard of Stark men four to escort them to Borrowlands. Gathering the host Lloyd led his host down the Neck leaving a host of another four hundred men to man the Neck with a mixture of Howland Reeds bannermen. The neck was important and if it truly came down to it they needed Moat Cailin to hold the North against whoever wanted to invade them.

The march to the Riverlands was short and they knew they had to cross the Green Fork River. With a host their size their best bet was to use the twins to cross their massive army. Arriving to the Green Fork River Lloyd's army settled for a stay while Lloyd sent Lord Bolton to talk to old Walder Frey into letting them cross. An order from Tully's had already arrived to let them cross but Walder Frey was a man who cared little for his duty and only his own interest. His gates closed Lloyd had sent Lord Bolton one of his father's most conning men to negotiate the cross. After a few hours Lloyd grew worried old Frey had betrayed them and taken Lord Bolton about to send someone else he heard the gate open to the first keep. Lord Bolton rode out with his escort a man named Locke that seemed preevy to killing something Lloyd did not like, but his Grandfather also had the The Mountain that Rides he understood the need for killers when needed. At the head of the host Lord Bolton rode to meet Lloyd at the head of the host with his Lords Roose Bolton was a man of little emotion but he looked frustrated old Frey was a tough man to deal with. "Well?" Lloyd asked.

"Walder Frey will let us cross but he wants something in return" Roose said.

"The day Old Frey gives something for free is when lord Rickard grows wings out his arse and flies" Lloyd grinned to the older man who barked a good laugh along with his sons. Lloyd learned a simple man enjoyed simple pleasures and he was easy to keep loyal so long as he indulged those pleasures and a good laugh at anyone's expense was always good in Rickard Karkstarks book.

"Quite…he wishes us to take some of his sons as squires and for you to marry one of his daughters of your choosing" Lloyd snorted at the prospect.

"I hold no authority on who I marry that's for my father and mother to decide" Lloyd said.

"Old Frey cares little for that Lord Stark" Bolton said.

"Lord Bolton would you be willing to remarry? I'm going to go in myself this time" Lord Glover protested.

"I highly advise you don't my lord…trusting a Frey is like trusting a dog with a piece of meat. He will have at you the moment those gates close." Lloyd thought for a second before smirking he had a plan he looked at the sky and said aloud to no one in particular.

"Lord Frey did not support the Tullys during the rebellion well at least not until the last bloody moment when Rhaegar lay dead in the river. He thinks himself cleaver but I happen to have my own set of brains ready the men and be as loud as you can I'm going to talk to the old fool myself"

"Lord Stark I do not recommend you go in yourself…I can return with your message" Lord Bolton tried but Lloyd waved him off.

"I understand you all think me a green boy but my mother did not raise a fool trust me and do as I commanded and we will be crossing with any luck without drawing a sword." Lloyd cracked his neck and turned back to ask something. "By the way do we have a bard here? Or a man who can play a good lout?" Lloyd asked arms spread with a grin to his face. A man a bard that joined the host hoping for gold joined the young regent lord to follow him to the Twins. Taking the white banner of peace with him Lloyd marched to the Twins bard right behind him. Planting the banner on the floor before the bridge he waited for a Frey man to call down and have the gate opened. As the gate opened Lloyd looked into the skies and said aloud. "Rain comes for tonight I think…I understand the Riverlands rain are known to have long and hard rains" the bard muttered his agreement holding his lout close to his body Lloyd could tell he was afraid. The gates opened two Frey men awaited him the bard close behind hand loosely at his hip swantering cloak over his shoulders and armor the two Frey men started escorting him to Walder Frey.

Inside the walls Lloyd looked about with a boyish grin around the Keep. The walls scaled decently big Winterfell's where bigger only a few guarded the wall give or take eight the patrols where small no man looked serious about their duty. The gate closing behind him Lloyd walked backwards for a second to stare at the gate as it closed it was a double gate two on each side of the gate one for each gate he assumed. The yard before the keep was massive a stable at the right corner with multiple houses clustered together he guessed worked as barracks. Men gathered about with whores on their laps and no sense of modesty Lloyd saw on bend a whore over a tree before fucking her for everyone to see. "This keep is interesting I never seen other keeps besides Winterfell" he spoke to his guards. One of them obliged his conversation starter.

"Aye the Twins aren't the biggest of Keeps but they do their job see four towers good place or archers. We guard the wall every night" he said.

"Even in the rains? I heard the Riverlands have the Narrow Sea's worth in water fall on them" Lloyd said.

"Aye though we don't keep as many men we still guard in the rain though no enemy would be foolish enough to attack during a bloody downpour" Lloyd chuckled and guard joining him.

"What of Lord Frey? He switches Keeps about or just takes one?" Lloyd shrugged as he saw them approach the great hall he assumed. Lord Frey takes this Keep for himself and his wives his sons and daughters across the Fork hold that one" the guard shrugged. Lloyd nodded intrigued a smaller wall was around the great hall with an open wooden door entering it he saw a small stable for dogs and the massive doors to the Great hall opened. Behind the raised table on the Dias he found old Walder Frey his men about him and a young girl with him as he groped her arse. The young girl looked uncomftarble he understood why seeing the chair set before Old Frey Lloyd sat on it the bard stood just behind him on his right side. Lord Frey sat behind his table in a dark oak throne with the Twins carved on the back old Frey stared at him for a moment

"Well boy you here to pick a daughter I have to summon them" Lloyd shook his head and spoke up leaning on his metal skirt his armored elbows clanking with the touch.

"I come here because my Lord Father asked me to march this army to Riverun and I also recall Lord Hoster Tully gave you a command to let me pass" Lloyd said the old Lord frowned in his direction.

"You think Tully commands me like a dog and I lick his arse to please him? I'm not like the other houses of the Riverlands boy. Freys always collect their toll you will be no different" Frey snarled at him the old man was very loud for his age.

"I came here to give MY terms for crossing Lord Frey I will take your sons as Squires and I can get Lord Bolton to take one of your daughters as a wife…I cannot marry for it is not my decision to make" Lloyd said.

"Bah boy why should I listen to your terms you stand here with no guard I could take you and get more than what you offer" Frey said.

"You take me and my men outside have orders to strom your Keep" the room fell silent and Frey roared in anger.

"You dare boy! I will have your head!"

"You do and twenty thousand men will pour through your walls and kill you and your entire family should my head roll all your clan will roll with it" Lloyd stood the guards placed their hands on their swords nervously. Lloyd smirked he saw their fear even behind walls the amount of men he had was overwhelming and the Twins where small the moat would not be enough to deter twenty thousand men. Walder frey stared intently at Lloyd who glared back to the old man the old man barked out a laugh it was dry and rather screech like.

"Enjoy your march around the Green Fork boy it will be a long one" Lloyd nodded and turned to the bard.

"Why don't you grant me a request bard?" Lloyd smirked the bard nodded and ready his lout.

"Play me…the Rains of Castamere" the room all stiffened up and Walder Frey glared openly at him. The threat was valid and clear. Leaving the room with his escort this time with an alert guard Lloyd left with his bard behind after finishing the Rains of Castamere. He exited the keep and finally exited the Twins his Lords waiting for him with beated breath. Though he failed his lords watched him return with a smirk on his face. Picking up the white banner on his way there he took it back to his force as Lloyd stepped up to his horse he smirked with glee and felt a rain drop land on his cheek. Truly gods where with him as they were with Robert in his Rebellion. Ordering a pavilion be set as a command post he entered with his lords and he delegated his plans.

"Gentle man in a siege what is the first target one must set to take the keep" Lloyd said out loud. One of Lord Karkstarks sons Harrion Karkstark he believed answered.

"The gate my lord" the men all mutely agreed. Once the wall is scaled or brought down the gate must be opened for more men to pour into the keep. Calling for assistance a few servants came to him and helped him with his armor though the lords scuffed at him bringing servants he reminded them wearing armor required help and he had no sons to help him or in Lord Bolton's case stick to a chest plate only with mail.

"Aye two gates guard the Twins and luck would have it the Old Frey chose this side to make his home in. I will need ten men silent men in their steps and manor Lord Bolton you have any such men?" he asked the Lord of the Dread Fort.

"Aye Locke is silent on his feet I have four other men for the job as well." Roose Bolton said.

"I am silent as well my lord I used to sneak from the Island to the forest of Bear Island to sneak to the mountains" Decay Mormont said grining devilishly. Lloyd nodded and prevented himself from looking more at her the gods take her she was beautiful but he needed to focus on their plan.

"I've the last three man in mind for the job my lord and can kill a raven a raven a hundred meters away" Lord Galbart Glover announced.

"Very well gather the men so we may brief them on their task to come" as the Lords ordered their men to be found the rain only grew heavier and the gathered men entered the command tent several others had been set outside as an unofficial camp. The group gathered Lloyd began to brief them on their task that sounded like a suicide mission to the unfortunate group.

"Were going to open to the gate to the Twins and use the cover of this storm at night. Taking a quill and some paper he drew on it a straight horizontal line across the paper and then two lines at the end of the first upward to show an open square. Circling at the corners where the lines met on the first line he began speaking. "This are the turrets that guard the gate however and this is the main wall. The are two gates to get pass to take the keep and a third one to get to the keep where Old Frey resides, Lloyd drew and arrow to the left guard tower and tapped it with his finger. "We will take the cover of the storm and night and march to this side lucky for us I gathered the guards patterns and how many men are normally stationed there no bells or such to alarm the keep only word of mouth. We will be taking a ladder to the right side less guarded and even less than enthusiastic guards who will be piss pore at their jobs to keep from the rain. We will take a ladder and open the gate Lord Bolton I need you to lead the main attack and strom the keep…kill any man that resist" Lloyd ordered his tone cold to his Lord.

"Bolton lead the charge and the bloody am I to do? Stay her and keep your horse company!?" Rickard Karkstark complained. Lloyd almost rolled his eyes and ordered Karkstark

"No Lord Rickard I wouldn't trust you with my water skin much less my war horse you will get the honor of bringing me the Old Frey…alive" the man offered a great laugh and wrapped his arms around his boys shoulders. Hah! Do you hear that boys we get to rout the old bastard ourselves what of his boys and girls Lord Stark?" Rickard grinned eager to do battle Lloyd snorted a laugh.

"If they gave you trouble gut them where they stand but do not harm the girls the poor things already live with Walder Frey I can assure you no worst hell can exist" Lloyd said. Rickard agreed and left to marshal his forces as well as Lord Bolton who lingered before leaving. Lloyd did not like Rickard as the man was too simple in his thinking but roose Bolton was a smart man and Lloyd sometimes felt the man he could trust was just as easily the one who would stab him in the back. Looking at the gathered strike force he would lead he gave them their final orers until night fall. When the sun falls gather by the by that big tree directly outside this fence no lights make sure the rest of the camp know they are to have no lights of any kind not even camp fires. As for us no armor or chain mail just your leather once on the wall the quarters are close and only about two men a breast can move about the wall. I recommend u bring a knife Decay can you use a sword?" asked Lloyd Decay shook her head but lifted the cloak she wore to show him two throwing axes at each side for close combat. He nodded and he strapped his sword he took off when his armor was being taken off. Stepping before the opening of his pavilion he stared at the far off lights that were being lit on the Twins to keep it alight.

Night fell quickly Lloyd was by the tree as the rain poured and flashes of thunder lit the dark night behind its clouds. He was wrapped up in his cloak that luckily had not soaked through yet and the tree provided some shield from the rain. They would need to move quickly less pneumonia take them all to their graves or a fever burns the lives out of them. Decay stepped up to him and touched his shoulder turning she nodded to him and he returned it. Locke and the rest of the men arrived the three archers bows slung across their back and two men carrying a latter. Removing his cloak the others followed suit and dropped the cloaks on a pile peeking from behind the tree lighting flashed illuminating the world in a bright white light. "Go" whispered Lloyd and they sprinted as quickly as they could across the field staying low watching the sky Lloyd stared intently. Through the rain as it soaked his leather his golden locks stiking to his face grey eyes narrowed and he threw his hand up and the party stopped and they hugged the ground as a bright flash light illuminated the world and Lloyd kept an eye on wall turning he reached Decay closes and whispered to her "four guards guard the wall this means the others are in the tower pass it back" she did as told and they were all caught to speed another flash died down and the after sound with the wet ground muffled their run finally they made it to the moat. Motioning with his hand the two men carrying the latter slid it across creating a bridge Lloyd was the first to cross it and Decay followed by Locke and the rest. Bringing the ladder they waited as lightning flashed and the shadow of the guard peering over the wall was seen on the ground. Lucky for them the disrupted water from the rain offered no refection they could be caught in. looking up through narrowed eyes Lloyd spotted the man finally he left his post and walked off "Ladder up" he whispered and the men heaved with the help of the archers.

"Quietly fools" Locke grunted and with as much care possible the ladder was placed against the wall.

"Archers ready" ordered Lloyd and the archers knocked arrows as Lloyd began the climb up Locke and Decay right behind him. Lloyd got to the top but instead of hopping over the wall he peaked through the space on the stones. Inching in slowly he was glad no torches could be lit in this weather and stepped in Locke Followed and finally Decay. Hopping over Lloyd drew his hunting knife from its sheath on his back held his sword in place at his hip so it wouldn't hit the wall and make sounds the rain masked his taps on the ground as he stalked the guard Locke went opposite and they split into two teams Locke and two of Lord Bolton's men and Lloyd with the archers on the wall. Lloyd right behind the man who was unaware of him Lloyd kicked him in the back of the knee before he could yelp Lloyd clamped a wet gloved hand over his mouth and slit the blade across his throat. The man fell forward holding his throat the water making the blood less thick. Behind him Decay pointed forward and the archers uncleansed the arrows that killed the four men on the other side of the gate. Turning back they entered the tower to find Locke his two men and four dead Frey men with a whore with a slit throat. Lloyd frowned at the dead girl looking at Locke with a glare "did you have to kill the girl?" he said.

"Aye she was a screamer" Locke shrugged unaffected by the glare. Taking the stairs down Lloyd cracked the door ajar and peaked into the court yard. No men and only a few torches lit barelys staying on as the fierce winds brought water in the small shelter of overlapping rooftops. The archers remained on the wall and now came the hard part. Lloyd's army was ready at the edge of the forest the trees providing little protection from the rain but still faring better than Lloyds raiding party. "Now comes the hard part though unaware the gate being opened will be heard and we aren't in Frey colors prepare yourselves" nodding Lloyd opened the gate and briskly walked into the downpour drawing his sword and finally running to the gate his party fallowed grabbing a Lever he pulled with all his might and the loud bang and cranks started and Locke pulled the other grabbing his sword again Lloyd readied for the fight to come.

"The gates are being opened! Raiders kill them!" roared some guards on duty as they poured from the right tower ran for them drawing swords. In a thundering sound his army was heard roaring behind him as it rode to the gates the distance thankfully short. The archers with surprising speed found their targets lighting flashed and arrows pierced leather and chain mail. In burst lord Bolton heading the charge sword drawn and so did the other men in horses who quickly started finding men to kill. Lloyd roared forward spinning his sword once and met the incoming defenders as they desperately tried to gather their wits about them in the confusion Lloyd roared and attacked the first Frey guards that came at him. Not even in armor these men were wearing their now soaked night shirts and the sword was alone no sheath at the hip. Old Frey was a fool to believe him the 'green boy' would take the insult and treachery down much less think him a Stark would never let his honor attack an unaware opponent. Rickard Karkstark and his sons the loudest of the men where hacking their way through men to the keep. The wooden gates however were closed by the defenders. Lloyd parried one of the attacks headed for his head and parried the other man attacking him before gutting the man on the left and parrying the overhead slash by the one on the right driving his sword into this heart with no resistance from armor the kill was quick. Decay and his party soon formed a spear formation cutting man after man down that some dropped on their knees in surrender. Something in Lloyds mind blocked their pleas of mercy out. He briskly walked forward heading the spear formation casually blocking a horizontal slash from a Frey man stepping back knocking away the weak backhand swing and driving his sword into the attacker's skull. Pulling it out the next one was easier as he put all his power to meet the offending swing parrying the blade and knocking it back before Lloyd gutted him a third man dropped his weapon and dropped to his knees Lloyd stepped aside and swung his sword the man put his hands out in a feeble attempt to stop him. Lloyd cut through his fingers and lodged his sword on across his face planting his boot on his shoulder he slid it out dropping the body. Parrying the next attack this time he cut the man's hand to the bone. The Frey man dropped to the ground screaming in agony he passed by as Dacey flipped her axe in the air once before driving it into his face and roughly pulling it out dropping the body dead. Lloyd reached the gate Lord Bolton in his horse still calmly sat there as their force sacked the caslte the once barely lit now turned into a blaze as stables lit the ground feeling another wet something on his leg Lloyd looked down as Grey Wind fur wet its muzzle covered in blood rubbed himself against his thigh. He stroked its wet fur before moving forward and re-taking command of his force. They had no siege weaponry and did not prebuild it beforehand.

"Get the ladders up!" commanded Lloyd and in came men their only means of siege equipment ladders with no one to deny them they were too busy dying to bother to stop the men that set up ladders against the wall. Rickard Karkstark was the first over the wall followed by his sons. Grabbing the ladder Lloyd was next and he hopped the wall splashing down he looked at the rippling water and he was slightly scared. He was soaked his black leather soaked only his feet dried thanks to his boots. His men were pouring over the walls now until finally his men removed the huge wooden piece that barricaded the door. His men poured into the keep the great halls doors broken wide open. Dropping to one knee Lloyd examined his face and brought his hand to wipe his hand over his hair. Slicking it back he noticed his hair was now glossed over with red. Blood he felt himself up a little no wounds so meaning it was not his blood. Shaking his head he stood up and growled in anger pointing his sword at the gate he roared his order.

"Open the gate!" his men roared in agreement momentarily drowning out the sounds of the dying men and women being raped. He gave specific orders to not kill women he already saw enough dead women to lose count. He already saw enough women being raped but continued onward gutting men by the dozens. A massive crash echoed and the doors were busted his men charged with in Lord Karkstark leading the charge as they entered the great hall and fighting ensued as this time more prepared Frey men fought to survive. Lord Karkstark slaughtered a good three six men before the rest dropped their weapons asking for mercy. Lloyd still felt odd and he felt light and empty and eve he didn't feel himself when stepped up the men making way for their lord with wet blood on his hair. Lloyd drove his sword straight from under the chin. Lloyd could have sworn he saw them piss their pants and Lloyd chuckled in the irony.

"Lord Frey where is he?" Lloyd asked voice cold.

"I d-don't-NO" Lloyd already swung his sword decapitating the man.

"WALDER FREY!" he yelled his men roared behind him and Lloyd lifted his sword grinning at the Frey men.

"The tower he's up the tower I can take you there! I can take you there!" the man begged. Lloyd sheathed his sword and grabbed the Frey man by the scruff of the clothes and picked him up.

"Move…kill the rest" he calmly said and the Frey man stumbled and led the way his men slaughtered the remaining men who begged for theirs lives Lloyd took the lead Karkstark and his men right behind him. Dacey jugged up to him blood soaked and wet from the rain she told him they had taken the keep and about a thousand prisoners.

"Aye kill the ones that give you trouble a lot of men to feed as it is" taking the lead he marched up the keep clearing it room by room only by his mercy where the servant girls and cooks saved of raped and murder. Finally Lord Karkastark kicked down the door to Wlader Frey's rooms a loud thud was heard and Lord Karkstark had a cross bow bolt stuck through his eye…one of his lords just died before him. Old Frey was trying to load his crossbow again the old man cursing loudly a few shoves Lloyd heard the yell of Rickard's sons as they held their father's dead corpse. Lloyd spoke calmly still and brough his blood coated sword pointed at them.

"Drop your weapons and I guarantee you I won't let the sons of this man have at you" Harrion and Torren who towered over Lloyd growled. Torren held an axe coated in blood and Harrion held his sword ready. Both men were just barely holding on about to snap and kill the men Frey included. Walder Frey was halfway repeating the curses pulling on the crossbow. The men dropped their weapons and held their hands up in defense and walked up to Lloyd hands up.

"Kill them" Lloyd said walking forward the men yelled and tried to turn to get their weapons when Harron drove his sword through the one on the right's back the sword sticking out of his front. The other took Torrhen's axe to his head splitting it down the middle. A click and Walder Frey loaded his crossbow Lloyd had his sword under his neck before he could move any further Lloyd smirked than began to whistle. The men all recognized the tune…The Rains of Castamere and a lot of them laughed a few solemn as Torrehn and Harrion picked their fathers body and take it out of the keep. Walder Frey only growled at him glancing down Lloyd noticed a little green cloth from under Freys bed. Greatjon Umber was with his men up front and Lloyd grabbed forcefully grabbed Frey and dragged him away from the bed taking the crossbow from him. Lloyd fried the crossbow at the wall to make sure it wasn't picked up and used throwing it down on the ground by Walders feet Lloyd tapped the bed with his sword and Greatjon Umber flipped the bed over and Freys newest wife yelled in fear she curled herself in a ball begging mercy.

"Calm down girl calm yourself" Greatjon said gently and she stopped her screaming into a crying mess. Greatjon lifted her up like a feather and told everyone to move out of the way as he took the girl out. Lloyd let out a sad sigh and motioned for one of his men who walked in and grabbed one of the furnished chairs and Lloyd sat down on it. Lloyd smirked sighing and crossed his legs over and proclaimed.

"The sister is ours" his men roared all of them to the men still sacking the Twins below as the rains poured into the night and the fires burned clear through the night as the rain poured down on the Stark army who took one of the Tiwns.

Eddard

Ned was talking with Hoster Tully along with Lord Stannis the old Tully coughed he was sick and he constantly had to drink wine to keep the bile down. As the lords talked while Rhaenys and Edmure Tully talked getting to know each other. Stannis sighed as the old Tully got into another cough fit the doors opened and in walked a man right behind him none other than Ser Brynden 'The Blackfish' Tully. He looked amused if anything the other man spoke to the lords.

"My Lords I'm sorry to interrupt you but…I have a message from the uh…Twins" the man kept glancing at Ned. Frowning the spoke clearly and used the tone that broke no barter for argument.

"Speak to me sir you mean to tell me of my son" the man before he could speak Ser brynden spoke.

"Well Lord Stark, Walder Frey thought he could get what he wanted as he seems so keen of saying they always collect their debt." Brynden smirked and pointed at Ned.

"Your son in what I'm rather impressed by took Walder Freys keep. One of his sons rode here and demands 'action' from us" smirked Brynden. Eddard sighed both relieved and angry his son was alive but he did something stupid.

"Lord Tully I must…I'm truly sorry I will relieve my son of command and repay you damages" Ned started before old Tully chuckled in his old age.

"Brynden…ride to the Twins with a good host and relief the Freys of their Keep." Hoster coughed before he continued. "Lord Stark your son is a brave man…I say in our new alliance I can grant him the Twins for putting Frey from his damn seat" Hoster coughed a little.

"So you accept our alliance Lord Tully?" Stannis said.

"Aye" Lord Tully said.

"Well my lords" Ser Brynden said turning and looking back at his father and son "I will go and relieve your son and after that." Ser Brynden gave a grin and said.

"Let's win a war" the Blackfish smirked and walked out in all his swagger.

Haha! I LOVED this chapter I wanted to show you guys how Lloyd is an interesting commander and also with Lloyd killing his way through men and ignoring the rape! I also loved writing him noticing how he's killed all these men. I really loved going on the whole thing that our good friend Jorah said to Dany in the books and show.

"There's a beast in every man and it stirs when you put a sword in his hand" –Jorah Mormont

The numb feeling the lack of apathy and complete lack of mercy. That desire that deep feeling that drives a man. The raw savage love for violence that all mankind has was laid bare for Lloyd tonight and he will have to face it after he comes down from his height not to mention Lord Rickard Karkstark is dead.

An alliance is made and the Tullys are now fighting for the crown and now the Blackfish is rides to relieve the Stark force that now hold one of the Twins. Aegon has been crowned by the Martels what is Renly doing? Not to mention what is Baelon Greyjoy doing? Tywin Lannister is "securing the sunset sea" but he still lies prowling and waiting.