Robb's POV

He was excited, they were finally heading south about 400 hundred in their party, including some of their household and servants, many of his father's bannermen were also coming and knights and heirs to many houses, Great Jon and Smalljon, the two older of the Karstark brothers plus their sister and his wife Alys Stark, Lord Flint, Ser Wylis Manderly, Lord Hayls and Daryn Hornwood, Robett Hornwood, Cley Cerwyn, Ser Helman Tallhart and many more from other houses all over the North. His sister Sansa was also coming along with her betrothed Domeric Bolton and Jon Snow her sworn protector or Ser Jon Snow.

They had been riding for just over a week now and had just arrived at their stopover point for the night Moat Calin. This was the first time he had been there but it was not as he imagined it, it was a ruin. He knew it had been built by the First Men and it had withstood many battles but you could barely call it a castle, just three towers stood two with a slight lean but as his father said they were still strong enough to defend against invaders trying to reach North.

His father had selected the Gatehouse tower for his seat for the night and Robb had joined him in the tower for a meeting of the Lords before dispersing to their various chambers where his wife was waiting, but sleep was not what he craved when he entered but when they finally fell asleep it did not last for very long.

It was first that shouting that woke him up then the screaming and then the clash of weapons. Jumping up he told Alys to stay hidden while he quickly pulled on his tunic, grabbed his long sword and running out the door to find his father.

"Archers to the ramparts," he heard Jory Cassel, the captain of his father's guard yell from the stairs.

Running over to him, he grabbed him by the shoulder to stop him running off, "Jory what has happened!"

"The Iron Born, my lord they caught us by surprise, attacking the dead of night, sailing silently up the fever in their longboats from the Flint Cliffs" Jory explained quickly, "We believe they had already broken into the Children's Tower, your father is preparing to lead a sortie too over and help them, Domeric is currently upstairs commanding the archers and Ser Jon and 5 other guards are protecting the women and children in the large room below the ramparts, you should send your wife there as well."

"Jory, take my wife there, I must go join my father."

"Your arm is still not fully healed" Jory protested but one look shut him up.

Down by the large Wooden door of the tower he found his father ready to open the door to lead men out into the fray made evermore dangerous by the fact that they did not know the numbers of the Iron Born and the fact that they could be hit by a stray arrow from one of their own.

When his father saw him he shook his head, "Robb, you are still not fully healed you should stay inside and guard the entrance."

"Do not ask what you know I will not do Father, our men need our help!" and with that he and his father led their men out the door and into the fight!

It was over quicker than expected, they had been outnumbered by the Iron Born but they held the advantage with the archers in the tower, but their sortie had been having the most trouble fight their way to the Children's tower until for some unknown reason the Iron Born began to retreat with shouts of "Bog devils" to their ships. It was not until they began seeing to their wounded that all was revealed.

Crannogmen came out of the shadow led my a short fellow whom his Lord Father greeted as an old friend. Robb knew whom had come to their rescue.

Howland Reed!

Loras's POV

He had not wished to leave his brother's side but he had been commanded to do so, 3 years ago when his brother had become the Lord Paramount of the Reach a plan had been put into action, a plan kept hidden from the King known only by those involved and a few trusted Lords, to build a small well trained force of men whom could quickly respond to Iron Born attacks and take the fight to them. They would all be knights and all be of Houses of the Reach, Noble or Knightly it did not matter as long as they were Loyal to the Reach.

Now they were ready, almost 50 Strong trained to fight as one unit or to stand against numbers on their own. They were the known as the Garden Guard and would defend it to the last breath.

Wilas chose them to act without orders and choose where to go themselves. After he and his two closest advisors in the Garden Garden and looked at the pattern of attacks they had decided to ride to Bandallon where the Iron Born still held the keep and a few surrounding villages. They a 2 weeks before he himself plus 5 guards of his choosing would be riding of with Wilas to attend the tourney at Fairmarket.

Jason's POV

Seagard had never been more important than had been today, even when the Red Kraken had taken the Riverlands or before Aegon's Landing when Harren the Black conquered the Riverlands. His Ancestors had always been enemies of the Iron Born and Seagard had always been a target but it had never been so important because it was Seagard that that manged to make the Riverlands the only western coast Region not to have lands raided or taken by the Iron Born. Since Balon had declared himself king they has seen many skirmishes at Seagard but every time he battered them off. He even still help his small fleet and was always building to it in their small port attached to see guard, by keeping them close the castle, and doing only random patrol along the coast up to the Flint Cliffs.

As he stared out over Ironmans bay he heard his son and heir approach from behind.

"Lord Father, town outside Seagard is growing bigger still we must put a stop to this, I know you always shelter those in need but if the town gets any bigger it will make a more wealthy target for Ironborn attack," Patrek tied to persuade him again as he had done many times.

"Son, we have been lucky in these times, the Riverlands have prospered and grown rich with fertile land as our fields have not been battle scarred in many years and those from the Reach and the Westerlands deserve to find safety and peace, and with Kingslanding already overflowing and barely able to feed itself, the Vale and North too far for them to travel and Stormlands and Dorne no place for cities and also both quite inhospitable for people use to fertile flat land. Where would you have these people go Patrek?"

"I did not think father, forgive me."

"You may be nine and ten but you still have much to learn, you will one day rule when I am gone, remember that."

"We must leave in 2 days Patrek for the Tourney at Fairmarket, my brother will be chare in my absent , you will also meet your betrothed there as well, Janye Bracken, second daughter of Lord Jonos Bracken."

Robert's POV

"This is boring, are there no boar in these woods!" he bellowed, they had been on the Kingsroad for 2 days now and had stopped off at Sow's Horn as he had been wanting to stab something.

"Lancel, you blonde idiot, more wine," he shouted reaching behind while still walking for his useless squire to pass him the wine skin.

" Robert, how do you get enjoyment out of this," asked Renly, his youngest now only living brother.

"Where would you rather be Renly, your head in a book or perhaps with that boy squire of yours," He laughed while chugging more wine

"You should be running the Kingdom, not our drinking, whoreing and hunting brother." Renly spat at him before turning around and leaving him with just Lancel, Ser Barristan and Ser Aerys

He didn't even look at Renly when he strode away, he was defiantly no brother of his, Ned was more his brother then Stannis and Renly had ever been, but Ned hadn't been returning his ravens but he knew was coming to the tourney. That is when he would speak and find out why his brother that he had chosen had abandoned him.