A/N This is it people, I think this will be the final chapter of the War of Cities. We will see the end of the alliance and how everything ends up after the war. Read and see what happens. In the next chapter Jon pulls a Hannibal, do you know what I mean?

Chapter 10:

War of Cities: Part 3

290 AC

Braavos, Sealord's Palace

The young man that stood before the Sealord and the warlords of Braavos was very different to the blood-soaked warrior that had stepped of the the flagship of the North's fleet just a short while ago. His blood soaked leather armor had been removed and he had now donned new armor with new fur around his shoulders to ward away the ever present chills of the wet climate of Braavos.

Lord Umber, Hornwood, Karstark and Bolton, Dustin along with Wylis and Wendel Manderly and his uncle Benjen along with other lesser lords sworn to them stood behind Jon around the large table and map that rested upon it. Small figures that represented ships and armies covered the water around Braavos and the Southern and Eastern lands.

The Sealord sat at the end of the large table the map of Essos rested upon, "Jon Stark, Braavos is in your dept for coming to our aid." Ferrego said.

Jon stepped forwards and nodded his head, "Thank you Sealord Ferrego. We are just glad that we arrived in time."

Ferrego nodded, "What were your losses?" he inquired politely.

"Of our fleet we lost twenty six galleys and under three thousand marines in the battle." Jon said bowing his head slightly in mourning, "But our cavalry and the majority of our forces are intact and soon will be arriving from White Harbor upon our longships. What do we know of the positions of the remainder of the alliance's galleys? Until they are dealt with we cannot safely move our men across to land near Pentos or Lorath."

Jaqcho spoke up, "The remainder of the galleys and longships split into many smaller forces to burn our coasts, perhaps a hundred galleys and and hundred and fifty longships remain. But the majority of the longships are sellsails and most likely will not fight if loss seems inevitable."

The Braavosi warlord of armies Syrio spoke, "How many men will arrive? Our food stores are diminished form the siege. We may not have the means to feed your armies," he said addressing Jon.

Jon nodded, "With winter just ending and our haste we bring ten thousand and three hundred foot, fifteen hundred archers, and over five thousand our finest heavy cavalry," many of the Braavosi look to each other shocked at the numbers. The North's heavy cavalry was famed even in Essos, "However," Jon continued, "With winter having only just ended we lack the food to feed our armies. If we do not act soon, our armies will fast burn through our supplies."

"Would you like refreshments? We have some fine northern ale if you wish," Ferrego offered. Many of Jon's lords nodded in thanks and a servant quickly brought the ale before departing. "Let us begin, my warlords have more experience than me in battle, they will speak for me on these matters," he said.

Jon nodded, "Ser Wylis," he said motioning for him to step forwards.

Ser Wylis, heir to White Harbor stepped forward as all eyes present turned to him, "Their fleet while weakened will continue to pose a threat to supplies sent from my father at White Harbor and a swift attack on our fleet of longships could be devastating to our forces being moved here. They must be protected, and until full control over the Shivering Sea in gained we cannot rely on supplies from the North without diverting our fleet to protect them."

"He is correct, even together our fleets will be stretched protecting the coast, Braavos and moving our men to the shore." Lord Karstark spoke.

The Greatjon took a deep gulp from the large mug of ale, "Aye Lord Karstark is right, these cunts are still a threat at sea, not to mention on land. We are outnumbered as it is. How many men can we expect in aid here?"

"We command fifteen thousand men, and another five thousand in the Company of the Rose that have been gained." Ferrego said from where he stood.

Jaqcho grasped one of the ship icons from the clusters grouped in the waters around Braavos, "My sailors reported that the fleet smashed by your efforts was composed of mainly Pentosi and Lorathi galleys. The Tyrosh galleys are most likely to the south pillaging and enslaving our people," he said angrily.

Hatred and anger appeared on the faces of all the Northmen present. The Greatjon pounded his fist on the table, "Those cunts, unwilling and too cowardly to face battle, they would rather enslave free men and woman. I have dealt with their scum before, they have attacked my lands and attempted to take my people," he roared, nearly deafening those who stood beside him.

Rickard Karstark nodded, "Aye Greatjon they have attacked us all. Even sailing beyond the Wall to enslave there."

The Greatjon's face screwed in anger at the mention of Wildlings, before slightly softening, "Aye, even those goat fuckers don't deserve a fate like that," he said, solemnly for once.

"Aye Greatjon, perhaps this is our chance to cripple their horrid efforts," Jon said, his voice laced with icy anger and resolve. "The Tyrosh galleys are to the south then?" he asked looking to Jaqcho, who nodded, "Good then only longships are to the North. If we do not act with haste supplies will not last and our armies will starve, then we will have lost without facing them in battle."

Jon's lords looked at him, all nodding in agreement, "We cannot face them on even terms Lord Jon, we do not have the supplies or numbers to bring the fight directly to the enemy," Lord Bolton said his pale eyes and quiet voice sending shivers down the spines of several of the Braavosi.

"I would wager our armies together over any slaver scum and honor-less sellsword one northmen is worth many times their number," the Greatjon yelled.

Wylis stepped forward again, "Aye, but if our longships are attacked our army will be lost before our chance. Naval dominance must be gained, but there is no time."

Rickard nodded in agreement, "To transport the men now would be folly if they cannot be fed."

More of the lesser lords shouted their suggestions as Jon silently listened. Eventually holding up a hand for silence, "Ser Wylis, you will take seventy galleys of the fleet and safely escort our army here. Sealord Ferrego, if your fleet could engage the enemy galleys still to the south of us to prevent them from intercepting our longships on the open ocean."

Sealord Ferrego exchanged a confused glance with Jaqcho, "Of course Lord Jon, but what of supplies? And what will the reminder of your fleet do?"

Jon smiled thinly, "I will lead the remainder of the galleys North, and capture Lorath. With this we can gain their fishing grounds to feed our armies, safeguard the coasts and our flank and gain naval dominance to the north of Essos."

A moment of silence meets Jon's words before many of the Northern lords begin to smile, "Ha, a bold wolf indeed Lord Jon... Aye, me and mine will follow."

Jon looked over the room, standing tall, steely eyes meeting the others, "We are agreed then," he asked, once the others had nodded their assent, a wolfish smile appeared, "The we leave at the tide..."

King's Landing, Small Council Chambers

Another day in this cesspit of a city could hardly be borne by Lord Jon Arryn. The smell of shit from the overcrowded city below them, was intolerable. He could hardly remember the smell of the Vale, the wind on his face, the rides through the mountains with, Denys, Elbert, Robert and Eddard. But Denys and Elbert where dead, Ned was in the North and was beyond his reach, and Robert, he had become more interested in drinking than ruling.

That was one of the reasons he had not resigned, the realm needed him, and the Lannister's where becoming an even greater threat in resent years. Tywin cementing his influence on the throne now that the royal coffers were dry from Robert's wreakless festivities. Loans were fueling the Iron Throne now. Tywin's daughter was still making her careless moves attempting to amass her own power, she thought she was an equal of her father, 'Ha..."

The chamber was the same as it always was, but there was had been a new face these past months; Petyr Baelish. His wife had convinced him to put the Lord of the Smallest Finger in charge of customs at Gulltown and he had quickly increased revenue tenfold. A good Vale man, loyal to him. It would be a welcome change to have a loyal man on the council. The only other man he could trust was Lord Stannis.

Varys and Pycelle, Jon didn't trust, nor did he like the fact the queen had taken to attending their meetings, 'In the place of her husband,' as she claimed. He doubted Robert knew or cared. "Let us begin," he said with a heavy sigh.

Varys tittered slightly from his place at the end of the table, "A whisper from the east my Lord Hand."

Jon raised an eyebrow, "The Targaryen children?"

"No, my Lord Hand, the Free Cities Pentos, Lorath and Tyrosh have all declared war on Braavos and have amassed a sizable army and fleet with which to threaten Braavos." Varys said. He of course had known war would be declared, his friend Illyrio had told him such. Alas without him the intelligence of many of the Magisters dropped significantly, and now the North had come to the aid of their most hated rival.

The rest of the council look on with different levels of shock, the Grandmaester look tiredly baffled, the queen felt it was all beneath her and Baelish simply looked on with a slight smile. "Such an alliance in Essos has not been seen since the Kingdom of the Three Daughters," Jon said with no small amount of concern, "How goes the war Varys?"

"It seems the cities combined navy caught the Braavosi fleet inside the lagoon and sealed the Titan's gate, preventing the Braavosi from bringing their numbers to bear. Their army, I'm told ravages the countryside burning and enslaving as they move." Varys said with a flicker of an unexpected emotion appearing. "Aid has come for the Braavosi however, in the confusion of the Greyjoy Rebellion I was able to land some of my little birds in the North. Now it seems that Rickard Stark has sent his grandson to aid them with the North's army and fleet."

The queen's poisonous glare swept around the room, "Those savages need to be punished, they have gone to war without the approval of their betters. The Stark's must be punished, they are clearly not fit to rule if they do not uphold the king's peace," she said spitefully.

The Grandmaester looked up, "Yes, this, such a thing should not be done without the his grace's consent," Pycelle said as he always agreed with the queen.

Varys smiled before be regaining their attention, "That is not strictly true, my queen. After his grace claimed the throne he granted the North the right to aid the Braavosi should they be attacked by any of the other cities."

Cersei seethed from where she sat in the kings place at one end of the table, her Kingsguard Ser Meryn Trant and Ser Mandon Moore nearby. 'How dare her husband give the northern savages so much power and freedom, once her Joffery, her strong golden lion was king, after the oaf drunk himself to death, her father would bring the North to heel. The Stark's clearly weren't fit to rule,' she thought, 'How dare they pretend they are our equals.'

"Have the Stark forces arrived?" Jon asked.

Varys nodded, "indeed my Lord Hand, Jon Stark fell upon the blockading ships destroying the fleet of over a hundred ships, and killing it's commander himself."

All present where surprised of such a young boys achievements, defeating the Ironborn and sending a clear message of what would happen if they attacked the North, and was now warring in Essos.

"What else do you know? Have the men of the North moved to attack any of the other cities as of yet?" Jon asked.

Varys shook his head, "As of yet the Northmen are holding position at Braavos, and I know not their plans," he said somewhat unhappily.

Jon's eyes flickered with indecision for a moment, "Very well, I will inform the king, council is adjourned," he said standing and leaving the room followed by his Valemen guard.

As the council dispersed; Baelish sliding away silently, Pycelle limping out, and the queen sweeping out of the room with her regal and skin deep beauty followed by her Kingsguard, Varys remained. His mind working fast, the Stark heir, the future of the North, was outside the North. He knew little of the young Stark other than his supposed intelligence and ability at arms. This Jon Stark's capacity for war and brutal and effective action was plain for all to see after his battles with the Ironborn and in Essos.

Clearly this Stark could become a great ally or the greatest of foes. One thing he knew was that like his grandfather and father this Stark cared only for the North. Perhaps he could be brought to the side of the Targaryen's through subtle offers and threats, after all, Stark's knew little of the Game or how it was played.

Yes, perhaps it is time to meet with this young wolf. It was time to see Illyrio again...

Varys glanced at the room, the council had changed since the days of Aerys, but not for the better. The Grandmaester was Tywin's creature, he could still remember the small bodies brought before Robert in the closing days of the rebellion.

The queen believed she was entitled to all and hid behind her father's name thinking that because she was queen she ruled. Her grace was no doubt immediately sending a raven to her father demanding that he do something about the North, and in her shortsightedness forgetting that you could do nothing unless the Northmen left the north, as well as if the North halted trade with the south the effects would be disastrous. Much of Westeros's iron was mined in the Northern Mountains, their fish fed the south through the last winter, and the gems that were mined there were prized through the south.

The newest member of the council, Baelish, was by far the most dangerous. Already he controlled a portion of the city brothels. He had gained power by making himself useful to the lord hand, and in return gained a seat on the small council, gained power. Power was what the man graved, he cared for nothing else and nothing would stop him.

Varys vowed to never underestimated the man, all the others did, and he let them, to him friends were more valuable than enemy, and Baelish was very dangerous. No doubt he would continue to ally himself with whoever would give him power, and be unseen as he removed his enemy's. If Baelish proved and obstacle for the good of the realm, they would never find his body...

But it was time to snare a wolf in the web of a spider...

Essos, Northern Coast

Jon brought his sword down, blood flew as the last of his opponents fell, hands clasped over the gaping wound in his neck attempting to staunch the bleeding. His force of twenty six galleys had encountered a small force of twenty longships full of plunder and captives taken from the Braavosi lands. He had been swift ordering galleys to ram and then board after archers thinned out the exposed enemy.

Reaching down Jon pulled up one of the men wounded in the fighting, aiding him in returning to the deck of his flagship. Fighting in shield walls once on the longships deck thinning out the enemy ranks with the disciplined fire of the Hornwoods and simply ramming ships had minimized casualties and for only the cost of just over a hundred men they had destroyed seventeen longships and killed over fifteen hundred men of Lorath and Pentos.

"Thank you lord Jon," the soldier said, wincing in pain as one of the soldiers trained in healing began binding his leg.

Nodding Jon walked among the wounded men aiding those that needed attention. He reached the bow where the bodies of several dozen Northmen where lain in state. One of the Green Men that had accompanied them from White Harbor said the ancient words in the Old Tongue, words of remembrance and rest.

Jon felt a heavy hand fall onto his shoulder, "They'll be remembered lad," the Greatjon said in a soft tone that was unlike him.

"Ave, as heroes," Jon said nodded, "We rescued several hundred men, woman and children that would have been sold off into slavery."

A silence followed as Jon and the Greatjon looked on, "One galley will return their bodies to Braavos, we must push on and take Lorath. Then we will be closer to ending this war."

The Greatjon nodded, "Aye, once we have the food and supplies, we can begin to land our army and finish them."

Lorath Bay, City of Lorath

The tree's hugged the shore of one of the largest isles of the small archipelago. It was the furthest north of the islands and backed the Shivering Sea making it the coldest, but cold meant little to the twenty five hundred Northmen that hid in the thick forests. The Free City of Lorath was to the south of them near a forested peninsula that had been used to build the Lorathi fleet.

Jon, Benjen, the Greatjon, and Rickard Karstark had accompanied him to take Lorath while the other lords had taken commands under Wylis Manderly to protect their army in its transit from White Harbor to Braavos. Together they stood inside the treeline looking across the bay to plan their attack.

The walls where high, equal in height and as thick as those of Torrhen's Square. Their small shipwrights were protected inside the harbor's walls, protected by towers and archers.

"Those cunts defenses are weak, they seldom patrol the bay which is why it was so easy to sneak by them. The cunts," The Greatjon said, and it was true, only the fishing fleet ventured out into the bay and they mostly stayed to the south closer to the mainland. Under cover of night they had landed in the islands small inlets and set camp and the wise magisters were none the wiser.

Jon examined the defenses with a Myrish far-eye, "You are right Greatjon, their fleet is not a great threat but their defenses are. I see seven galleys in their harbor and another near complete in the shipwright."

Reaching out Benjen took the Myrish far-eye from his nephew and looked at the far off galleys, "Aye Lord Jon, if the galleys stay close to shore under the cover of the walls they will be a great threat and we will not be able to enter the harbor, and if we cannot enter the harbor we cannot advance on the gates unless we must assault the walls," he said unenthusiastic, "It will cost us many lives."

Lord Karstark nodded at Benjen's words, "If we assault the walls the Lorathi can divert their forces from the gate while their galleys could launch quick attacks on our galleys while we assault the walls forcing us to use our galleys to block the harbor stretching our forces. The land is too exposed to advance on the city if we landed our galleys on the end of the island. We need surprise with us, and speed."

Jon's mind ran fast, his mind assessing every idea, and their possible outcomes, slowly an idea began to form as he stared across the bay. Slowly a smile spread across his face...

The night was quiet from the walls of the city, over six hundred men guarded the walls and city. Inside the people slept and waited to hear if the attack on Braavos was a success, if the wealth of Braavos would enrich the city and if the great cities people would be brought back in chains to serve the masters of Lorath.

The council of magisters met in the grand palace at the center of the city that rested on a small hill. Inside the council of nine; the magisters who truly ran the city, debated how the wealth of Braavos would be divided once they were crushed and where the slaves would be put to work. The young woman would of course be sent to the brothels, the older woman to whoever wanted them, the argument was what was to be done with the men.

Some on the council wanted to sell them off to line their coffers others saw further, to use them to expand the city, their fleets, create a settlement on the mainland and begin extending control to the lands the Braavosi once held.

Then alarm bells began to ring and the commander on the city guard burst into the room, "This man reports that the city is under attack!" he said panting breathlessly.

The magisters rush out to the balcony overlooking the city, at the harbor the meager fleet of galleys burn in Lorath Bay, lighting the night with flames, revealing the Direwolf sails bringing their enemy's ships closer.

The plan had worked, and Jon could see the good results from the bow of his flagship. He had sent two galleys to launch a surprise attack before withdrawing, and five of the galleys had followed to immediately be outflanked and burned. He forced the remaining two out by launching rafts with bonfires lit and blazing into the harbor forcing the remaining two galleys out into the bay; where the soon burned with the others.

Jon unsheathed his sword and pointed in forwards, "Archers!" he had positioned the Hornwood archers on the masts of the ships giving them a clear shot atop the walls, killing men as they scrambled to assemble and mount a defense.

Beside Jon, his uncle Benjen stood beside him, "A good plan Jon, the walls are clear, should the towers move forwards?" he asked as men fell from the walls and into the bay riddled with arrows.

Assessing that battle Jon glanced to where the siege towers waited. They had used the ten longships they had captured and lashed them together and built towers covered from arrow fire with large ladders that could be climbed with ease to scale the walls. "Not yet uncle, they have not abandoned the walls. We must wait a little longer until the towers can be isolated and taken."

Benjen clenched his jaw, "I don't like that you are leading the attack. If you were hurt your father would have my hide. Let the Greatjon lead the assault on the walls, once they are secured you can follow." he said pleading with his nephew.

But as Benjen spoke Jon was shacking his head, "How can I ask them to fight if I do not stand beside them? A good leader must lead by example, not point and say there the enemy are, go kill them. As long as I am there, they will fight harder. Besides uncle, I have you and the Greatjon beside me," he said reassuringly.

Though Benjen's fears were not quelled in the slightest, he nodded begrudgingly, "Of course nephew."

Jon nodded at his uncle, "Good," he said, then turned and nodded to a nearby man who held a horn, "Signal the advance. The time is now."

The horn blew like the wolves that howled in the Wolfswood and the drums began to beat, deep and foreboding, urging the ships onwards to the walls. With a great scraping of wood on stone the ladders latched on the top of the wall, "Forwards, for the Braavos, for the North!" Jon yelled as he grabbed the ropes and began to climb.

Four galleys a tower as the remaining six galleys under Rickard Karstark entered the harbor unopposed, sailing past the idle fishing ships and began to land men to assault the gate.

With a final pull Jon landed both feet on the wall, shield and the ready covering his head and body. Six towers sat on the wall that ringed the harbor and needed to be cleared before they could reach the gatehouse and allow the host under Rickard into the city. An arrow fired by one of the tower archers glanced off Jon's helm, knocking his head to one side. "Shield wall!" he ordered recovering quickly, men who had reached the top of the walls rushed to were Jon stood.

The dull thump of shields locking and arrows breaking against the wall of wood and iron. "Forwards, to the tower!" Jon yelled. The shields lifted up and step by step they advanced on the nearest tower. Men ran to join the rear ranks as soon as they scaled the walls or formed a new shield wall to attack the other tower they had landed between.

Arrows thudded desperately into the front and top of the shield wall to no avail, "Break!" Jon ordered. At points through the wall gaps opened and the archers, with bows knocked loosed their arrows up at the tower. Men fell from the crenelations at the top of the tower and the squall of arrows lessened, but the arrows continued from the windows of the tower.

Four men at the fore of the wall readied the small ram and began to batter the door. With in minutes the door had begun to splinter and break, "Let's get these cunts!" the Greatjon roared as the final swing broke the locking bar and force the men inside back. With a great roar he was upon them, hewing them down with the great swings of his greatsword.

Jon was second through the breach, Red Rain cutting down all who faced him. A man charged and Jon ducked his wild swing and stabbed the man in his exposed stomach, them ripping the sword out to hack at the legs of a man attacking the Greatjon. Holding his shield before him and with a dozen men behind him Jon charged up the stairs to the archers and with his men hewed them down, silencing them at last.

"Kill the rest of the archers, but spare any that surrender," Jon ordered. The men nodded and charged to the very top of the tower, silencing the last of the archers. The tower was theirs, but the city was not.

"Lord Jon!" one of the men with him yelled pointing, northmen raised the direwolf banner over two of the furthest tower and the one ahead of them. Only two remained to be taken.

Suddenly fear griped Jon's heart as he saw the men under Rickard pinned down on the narrow strip of land, cowering behind their shields, northmen lay dead before the gates and the ram they had prepared lay unmanned before the gate. Only two galleys had made it ashore with the other four still trapped by one of the pair of towers that guarded the entrance to the harbor. He rushed back to the wall where his uncle and the Greatjon waited, "Hurry, Rickard's forces are trapped, we must take the gatehouse and open the gates. Greatjon, take fifty men, I want the last of the harbor towers captured."

"Aye lord Jon, the tower will be yours, even if I have to tear it down stone by stone," he said, then turned and bellowed to the Umber men to to follow him and charged towards the tower.

Jon lead the remaining men towards the gatehouse, his forces cutting down the few remaining soldiers on the walls. He knew this would be difficult. A majority of the men had retreated into the gatehouse from the storm of arrows from the Hornwood archers and there soon would be reinforcements on their way from the magister's place and the inland walls. The walls needed to be taken before reinforcements arrived or the cost would be heavy, and they could be driven back from the walls as many of their men still fought their way up the siege towers to get onto the walls.

As before the men following Jon waited under their shields as men pounded the door to the gatehouse. Cheers rang out from the northmen as the Stark banner was raised above the final two towers. Then cries ran out from the front ranks as the doors opened and Lorathi poured out in a sortie. Caught by surprise and off balance, the men wielding the ram were cut down along with near a dozen men caught off guard.

"Back," Jon yelled and well disciplined the men maintained the wall and retreated a few paces to make a gap, "Spears!" Jon yelled. Hearing the order, the fore ranks unlocked their shields and threw their spears into the charging men, killing near a quarter of the men who had charged out, "Forwards," Jon yelled.

The walls broke as men charged forwards hewing their way through the enemy, coming ever loser to the entrance to the gatehouse. As they neared their goal a large man wielding two axes blocked the wall, hacking down all who faced him. Jon charged forwards to met him, knocking an ax aside, and throwing himself back as the other ax came whirling around.

Retreating a few passes Jon observed his opponent, he was large and quick with the axes giving him large reach. With a snarl, Jon charged forwards, jabbing at the mans left arm while blocking the other ax with a slanted shield allowing the ax to glance of. But the impact still jarred his arm painfully. Wincing as men ran by their fight and into the gatehouse, Jon took a step forwards, thrusting his shield painfully into the chest of the large man forcing his opponent onto the back foot.

Jon took the offensive. hooking one of the axes on the edge of the shield and pulling it out of his opponents hands. The man bellowed with rage, taking his remaining ax in both hands bringing it down heavily on Jon's shield. Jon stepped back, blocking, and avoiding, all the while watching how the man fought. None of the northmen interfered in the duel, most having charged into the gatehouse.

There! Jon saw it, a small gap in his opponents defenses. Every time he swung for a moment his legs were exposed while he drew the ax back to a defensive position. He deflected another crushing blow from his opponent then moved forward with the speed of a wolf thrusting his sword through the leg of the man.

Ripping Red Rain out of the mans thigh as he bellowed in pain, Jon cut clean through his other leg bringing his opponent crashing down. With a final thrust Jon drove his sword through the man's heart, and he fell to the ground stone dead. Behind him the northmen cheered, "Stark! Stark! Stark!"

Below them the gates were at last opened, the galley forces had all landed and charged through into the city to meet the small host of two hundred men meant to reinforce the gate. Lorathi were hewed down by Jon's northmen, all eager to avenge their fallen brothers.

Jon, followed by his uncle and the Greatjon who had returned to the lead the charge to the magister's palace, Jon being first through the breach and leading the charge into the halls.

Once the center of the city had fallen, the city was theirs within hours.

Casterly Rock, Lords Solar

Tywin sat looking at the raven his daughter had sent him from King's Landing; informing him of what the northmen had done and which lords had gone to Essos as well as how they needed to be punished and this offence to the family could not stand. His daughters foolishness aside from demanding he do something when he could do nothing against the North with their defenses, this was his chance. his chance to speak with the Stark heir, to ensure that when his time came, his dynasty could be secured through a royal marriage.

The Stark boy was young, with soft threats and the promise of rewards and a place in history, he would no doubt be eager to aid him.

Tywin's brother Kevan stood before his brothers desk watching Tywin, his stony cold mask giving nothing away. He knew better than to interrupt when his brother planned.

"Prepare the Lion's Pride and the ships of our new fleet, we sail for Essos immediately," Tywin ordered. Kevan nodded and left immediately to prepare the few galleys not burnt in the Greyjoy Rebellion.

Standing Tywin moved to the large window that faced the Sunset Sea, a small smile making a rare appearance, it was time to speak to Jon Stark...

To be continued...

Right, sorry that took so long, I had to finish exams and then I was lazy, but it is here. What do you guys think? Did you like the action? I am trying to add a little more intrigue and plots to the story, so how did I do?

Sorry about the cliffhanger, and I will try to update soon. Review or PM me if you have any questions or suggestions.

See you next time.

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