Robert Baratheon roared with laughter as he smashed his massive war hammer into the Grafton soldier's chest. The man flew backwards, off the ramparts of the walls of Gulltown and into the streets below. Now this was life, Robert thought, this was when a man was either made or broken. Battle stripped away all the frivolities, all that was unnecessary and reduced to his base emotions. The greatest warriors were those who could master their base emotions and channel it into the fight.

Another man charged him on the narrow walkway and he attacked him with glee. His shield crumpled before his Warhammer and soon he was lying broken and bleeding beneath his feet.

"More!" Robert bellowed as he whirled his bloodied hammer above his head. "Bring me more!"

As if in answer, Marq Grafton himself stepped from the mass of defending troops, his sword drawn and shield raised defensively.

"TRAITOR!" Robert bellows as he pointed his hammer at him. "SUBMIT NOW OR DIE!"

Wordlessly, Marq settled into a defensive crouch and smacked his sword upon his shield. The challenge was clear. Robert laughed as he stepped forward swinging his massive hammer like a it weighed as much as a feather. The first of his hits smashed into Lord Grafton's shield and cracked the wood. Grafton responded with a swing of his own, only to be rebuffed by Roberts own shield.

Robert swung again and hit Grafton's shield again, cracking the shield in half. Grafton threw away his ruined shield and put both hands on his sword. A man, most probably one of Lord Grafton's guards rushed forward to defend him, only to have his skull caved in by Robert's hammer.

Robert roared with laughter again and swung his hammer back at Grafton, who attempted to catch it on his sword but failed miserably. Robert swung his hammer again and it crashed into Grafton's chest. The man flew backwards, literally into the arms of his troops, gasping for air as his crumpled chest struggled to inhale properly.

Robert charged into the line of troops without pause, laying waste to the men with giant, sweeping swings of his hammer. Soon the line crumpled and Jon Arryn's loyalist forces were well and truly on the verge of taking the city.

As the line pulled back Marq Grafton's lifeless body was revealed, lying on the cobblestone streets. Robert slung his hammer over his back and picked up the lords lifeless body. He slung it over his shoulder and climbed the wall of the nearest house.

Once he was standing on the roof he held up the body for all the Grafton soldiers to see.

"Your lord is dead! Your walls are broken! Submit and we will be merciful! Fight on and I assure you I will send all of you to the seven hells myself!" Robert boomed.

Gradually but surely the soldiers stopped fighting and soon bent the knee to Jon Arryn, who while an old man, had acquitted himself bravely throughout the battle.

As he watched Jon, Robert's thoughts turned to the rest of his foster family. He wondered if Ned had made it through the Mountains of the Moon yet. He wondered if he had bedded the Dornish wench yet.

Only Eddard Stark would refuse to bed a girl who clearly wanted him. Only Eddard Stark would be so honourably foolish. Only Eddard Stark.

"Robert!" Jon called out as he noticed him standing on the sidelines, "Come here!"

Robert made his way through the thronging masses of celebrating soldiers to stand by his foster father's side.

"Well done," Jon said as he tightly embraced him. "You've made me proud. They say you slew Marq Grafton yourself."

"Aye. I caved in his chest with my war hammer."

Jon sighed. "The fool wanted war, and it was war that he got. Thankfully his son has bent the knee without a fight. Regardless though Robert, I've already made the arrangements regarding your ship. You leave in the morning. See Captain Tristan over there. He'll tell you all about it."

Robert nodded and made his way to the captain Jon had pointed out. Soon he would be home, home to gather his army, and then he would have his chance to kill the man that stole the love of his life.