Author's Note: Finally! I'm back and I got this chapter done after a long, LONG time! Very sorry for the wait but after getting back from vacation (During which I got some REAL obsidian! Take that white walkers!) I had a bunch of work and several family events taking place due to the end of summer approaching. But I'm back with TWO bonuses for all of you along with this chapter.
First, Thanks to the help of one of the reader, Tashio, I found a fairly good picture of what William looks like. (You will have to imagine him with black hair thought) The internet address in on my profile. Thank you so much for your help, Tashio!
Second, I have made a makeshift banner for William as well. It too has a link on my profile. Check it out if you're interested.
Well, you guys enjoy the new chapter while I need to check and see how the Ranting Realm is doing and…what the? ANGEL! WHAT HAPPENED WHILE I WAS GONE!?
(MILITARY EDIT: I've updated the military strength of the Lannisters in the previous chapter so be sure to check that out.)
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Chapter 14: And the War Begins
Sansa was walking with the Septa in a sad mood. She was feeling a little confused. When she spoke with the Queen several weeks before, she was thrilled when the queen informed her that she would prefer Sansa marring Joffrey instead of Arya getting married. Cersei had informed her that she would try to convince the king to change the marriage. Sansa had then spent that entire afternoon conversing and answering a few questions with the Queen. Sansa did feel a little bad about saying a few things about Arya that she shouldn't have said, but she couldn't help but keep thinking of Joffrey.
Lately however, both the queen and Joffrey seemed to be avoiding or ignoring her. Did she do something to upset them? She didn't know.
"Stop." The Septa suddenly said. Sansa blinked as she listened. Did she hear fighting? Here in the castle? But that was impossible.
"Go back to your room, bar the door, and do not open them for anyone you do not know." The Septa ordered.
"What's happening?" Sansa asked as fear started to creep into her.
"Do as I told you, child! Run!"
Sansa fearfully turned and did so. What is going on?
Arya drew her sword Needle from its sheath. She held it in one hand while holding a bokken in the other. She settled into a stance before she started moving through one of the katas shown to her. She always practiced with Needle when she practiced katas instead of sparing.
Truthfully, she didn't feel like practicing at all. She was worried about Will. Was he alright? Syrio insisted that she practice a little, though. He said that it would be a good way to get her mind off of things.
"Yes, that's it, Arya dear." Syrio commented as he observed her form. "Flow like water, but strike with speed and precision."
Arya suddenly stopped and stood up straight. "How can I focus on practicing? Will's father…the king. I can even imagine what he must be going through. His father is dying…or already dead."
Arya looked up as Syrio placed a hand on her shoulder. "Your lover is a strong young man. Made stronger by the support you give him. Your love for each other will be challenged all your life. By overcoming these challenges together, your love for each other will only grow."
Syrio took a step back from her. "What do we say to Death, Arya dear?"
"Not today." Arya immediately answered.
"We fight against death with every day we life. But sooner or later, Death comes for us all. If you accept Death as an equal and without fear, then, you will gain one last final victory against Death itself. It is an end to one thing…but a beginning to another." Syrio said with a small smile.
Arya gave a small smile back but the two of them turned when they heard a door bang open. Ser Meryn of the Kingsguard, along with four Lannister men, entered the room.
"Arya Stark, come with us. The Black Prince has asked for you to come see him." Ser Meryn spoke.
Arya stared at him before her eyes narrowed. "If Will wanted to see me, he would have come here himself or sent one of his Blades."
"The little lady is right." Syrio remarked. "Why would the prince send Lannister men and not his own men?"
"I'm not going with you anywhere." Arya said in defiance.
Ser Meryn just chuckled. "Take her."
"Are you men or snakes or just plain idiots to threaten the betrothed of the Black Prince?" Syrio remarked as one of the guards approached.
"Plain idiots, Syrio."
"Delphine!" Arya exclaimed as Delphine entered the room from behind her. Fresh blood dripped of Delphine's katana as she stepped protectively in front of Arya.
"You should've been dealt with already!" Meryn said as he drew his sword. The Lannister men followed suit and drew their swords as well.
"Well, that shows just how incompetent the Lannisters are." Delphine said with a smirk. "Stay back, Arya. Let me and Syrio handle this."
"Kill them and take the girl!" Meryn ordered.
Two men charged Syrio who effortlessly weaved between them as he struck with a practice sword. After a few moments he struck the first in the head and ducked under the second's strike. Syrio rolled around the second man's legs, causing him to fall on his back. Syrio then slammed his practice sword across the guard's face before the man could react.
Delphine struck down one guard immediately before blocking Meryn's blow. She grabbed his sword hand with her own and held him in place as she twisted and snap-kicked the second guard in the stomach. She then stepped back, pulling Meryn with her and putting him off balanced before shifting her sword to lay it on his sword arm and slashed it open. The sword clattered to the ground as Meryn took several steps back while cradling his injured arm.
Delphine then knocked the second Lannister guard's sword aside and stabbed her katana through his throat. Delphine pulled her sword out of the dead man and raised an eye as Ser Meryn fled the room.
"What a coward." Delphine remarked in disgust. Most of the Kingsguard had become so pathetic. She then turned toward Arya whose eyes were wide in awe. "We have to go, now! It's no longer safe here! We must get out of the castle and reach the Legion barracks."
"Wait! Delphine, what's going on? Why did they attack?" Arya questioned.
"Civil war, Arya. That's what's going on." Delphine answered. She grabbed one of the swords on the ground and held it out to Syrio. He blinked at the sword. "I don't care if it's not to your style, Syrio. Since you're not carrying your regular sword with you, use this instead."
"Very well, my dear. If you insist." Syrio replied with a small grin.
"Follow me." Delphine ordered. The three of them moved through the castle with the sounds of fighting and screams of death around them. As they reach the courtyard, they found the slain servants of the Stark household dead around a carriage. Delphine began to move towards the gate when Arya spoke up.
"Wait! What about my father and Sansa? We can't just leave them."
"It's too late to help them, little lady." Spoke up Spymaster Caius. He appeared behind the group with Esbern and Colette following him. "Lord Stark has been taken prisoner in the throne room and your sister is most likely captured as well."
"They won't kill them. There too valuable as hostages." Delphine remarked. "Let us all get to the Legion Barracks."
"I'm afraid that the barracks is under attack as well, Grandmaster." Caius revealed to everyone's shock. "If our Black Prince escapes, then we must meet him at the Bee and Barb Inn. Please follow me."
"Wait!" Arya suddenly said before she turned and let out a whistle.
Delphine stared in surprise. "Arya, you're giving us away-"
CRASH! Delphine was interrupted as William's horse, Shadow, broke out of a nearby stable and ran up to Arya.
"Will taught me how to whistle for Shadow." Arya explained.
Delphine blinked before shaking her head with a small smile. She then got serious. "Arya, listen to me. If something happens, I want you leave us and ride out of the city on Shadow."
"No. We will all escape together." Arya said in determination. Delphine stared for a moment before nodding with a sigh.
Caius motioned for all of them to follow him. He quickly led them through the gate. Further down the street, the outnumbered legionnaires fought against the city guard to the death.
As they ducked down an alley a figure stepped in front of them.
"Hello Caius, my old friend."
Legion Barracks, several moments earlier
As the Gold Cloaks began filing into the street, the Legionnaires closed the iron gates to the manor and locked it with a chain. They all then ran into the manor itself.
William had just finished strapping on his ebony armor and Dragonbane when he heard someone shout from the main room. "My prince, we got trouble!"
William entered the room where the Blades and Legionnaires had gathered. All of them were fully armed and armored. They were ready for battle. He peaked out a window to see the Gold Cloaks outside the Iron Gate. So, Joffrey's managed to get the city guard on his side. Dam it to Oblivion. He thought.
"In the name of King Joffrey! Open the gate!" Shouted the Gold Cloak captain.
"There's too many to fight here, my prince." Captain Renault spoke. "This manor is not design to repel attackers."
"There's a small exit at the back of the manor that leads into an ally." Spoke up Captain Hrollod, the commanding officer of the legionnaires. "My men and I can hold off these traitors long enough for you to escape, my prince."
"What!? Captain, that's suicide! You only have forty men." William said in shock.
"We understand and are prepared to do what's necessary, my prince." Captain Hrollod replied. "Captain Renault, I expect you and your fellow Blades to live up to your reputation and protect our liege."
"Captain…I don't want my men to give up their lives and die for me." William said in despair.
Outside the manor, the Gold Cloaks began to tie several ropes between the gate and some horses in order to pull it open.
"You carry your father's last will and his signet ring, my prince. We are not doing this just for you, we're doing this for the Seven Kingdoms." Hrollod insisted. He clasped his fist across his chest in a salute. "We are from the First Legion and proudly fought by your side at Long Lake. We will honor our duty to you and the Realm, Black Prince."
All forty legionnaires followed suit and saluted William. They then spoke in unison. "Hail the Black Prince!"
William felt his heart clench at their words. He held back a tear as he spoke. "…I swear that all of you will not be forgotten for this. May the Divines watch over you all."
"Talos guide you, my prince." Hrollod answered back. As William and his Blades got ready to move, Hrollod turned and spoke to his men. "Legionnaires! Sovngarde has beckoned! Our brothers and sisters who fell at Long Lake are waiting for us to join them. Let's give them something to celebrate when we arrive by dying with honor and glory! And let's take as many of these bastards with us!"
The Gold Cloaks torn down the gate and filed into the small courtyard. The doors and windows of the manor were closed as the Gold Cloaks positioned themselves.
"In the name of King Joffrey! Surrender and-" The Gold Cloak captain was interrupted as all the windows and doors suddenly jerked open.
"FOR THE BLACK PRINCE!" Yelled out the Legionnaires as they hurled their pilum from the doors and windows into the surprised Gold Cloaks.
Captain Hrollod lead the charge out of the building and the legionnaires slammed into the Gold Cloaks. The professional soldiers quickly and easily began to cut down the lesser city guards and pushed them out of the manor courtyard into the street.
William peeked out the back entrance and saw that the alley was empty. He motioned for his Blades to follow. They took about five steps when a figure stepped from a side alley.
"Karliah!" William said as he recognized the Nightingale from the Thieves Guild. She wore her dark colored Nightingale armor and the hood left only her exotic purple eyes exposed.
"Follow me, Black Prince." Karliah as she motioned him forward.
"I not leaving without Arya or her family, Karliah." William replied.
"In that case, your better follow me since I sent Brynjolf to meet your betrothed and her escorts." Karliah replied with a smirk hidden under her hood.
William rolled his eyes as he followed after her. They reached a corner where another person, this time a man, stepped around a corner in Nightingale armor. He motioned behind him and Arya along with Delphine stepped out.
"Will!" Arya shouted as she jumped into his arms.
"Arya, thank the Divines!" William said with a smile. He then frowned as he observed Arya's group. "Where's Lord Stark and Sansa?"
"I'm afraid we couldn't get them, my prince. There were just too many." Delphine answered. "We met Brynjolf just outside the castle."
"Greetings again, Black Prince." Brynjolf said with a small wave and a smile under his Nightingale hood. "I must say this situation is not to our usual agreements."
"I be sure to send you a bonus then." William said. He then turned towards Caius. "Is there no way to save Arya's father and sister?"
"Not at this time, my prince." Was the answer. William grimaced before facing Arya with a questioning gaze.
"…F-father would want us to get to safety, Will." Arya said with pain in her voice. She then looked up with fire in her eyes. "We'll get the Legions and the Northern army and come back here to kick the ass of your oblivion-dammed brother!"
William smiled at her. "Well then, I guess it's time to leave."
"They'll expect you to try and escape through one of the northern gates of the city." Karliah spoke up. "Therefore, we'll leave through the west gate, the Gate of the Gods. Vex and Delvin should have horses there waiting for you."
"Sounds like I owe you a very big bonus." William said with a small chuckle. "Let's go."
The group moved on but as they passed through the Street of Steel, they encountered a small company of city guard. A fight immediately broke out. William and his Blades quickly struck down several men as Karliah and Brynjolf joined in as well.
Arya stood back with Esbern and Colette for a moment but when she saw that two Gold Cloaks attacking Will, she darted forward while drawing Needle. She stabbed one in the leg causing him to fall to his knees. William finished his opponent and turned to see Arya stabbing Needle through the man's throat. She stepped back with a shaken look as the men fell to the ground dead.
William walked up to Arya and placed a hand around her. "Arya…it's alright. Come on."
Arya nodded after a moment of hesitation. William knew that he would need to talk to her about killing her first man. Just as her father talked to him at Long Lake. As he turned, he spotted a familiar face that was standing on the side of the street while avoiding the fight.
"Gendry!" William said in surprise as he walked up.
"M-my prince! I was just hiding over here to avoid the fighting. I swear I mean you no harm-" Gendry stuttered.
"You need to come with us." William insisted.
"What?! But I'm not part of this, I swear it!" Gendry stammered, thinking that the prince thought he was a threat.
"I know who your father is." William said. Gendry stopped stammering and stared wide-eyed at the Black Prince. "It's not safe for you in the city anymore, Gendry. I won't force you to come with us but if you do, then I'll tell you all you want to know at Cloud Ruler."
William then turned and the group began to head out of the city again. Gendry stared after them for a moment before looking down at the small bag that contained some materials that Tobho Mott had sent him to get. After a moment he dropped the bag and ran after the Black Prince.
Captain Hrollod pulled his sword out of a Gold Cloak before turning to face another. The legionnaires had pushed into the street where dozens of men laid dead. Only a handful of legionnaires were still fighting but there had to be over a hundred dead city guards around them.
Finally, as Hrollod struck down another man, one of the Gold Cloaks charged forward and rammed a spear through Hrollod's gut. Hrollod stared at the spear for a split second before grabbing it and jerked it deeper into him, pulling the surprised and frightened Gold Cloak closer to him.
"My ancestors smiling at me today, Gold Cloak! But can you say the same!" Hrollod shouted before impaling his sword through the Gold Cloak's neck. The two of them both fell to the ground. Hrollod let out one last breath as he glanced at his fellow legionnaires lying dead around him. He then closed his eyes for the last time as his soul was carried to Sovngarde.
The war that many would come to call the Black Prince Rebellion had begun.
The Black Cells
Eddard blinked as a figure with a torch stepped up to him. His eyes cleared to see Varys the Spider looking down at him.
"Lord Stark. You must be thirsty." Varys crouched down and lifted a waterskin. "I promise it's not poisoned." He took a drink to prove his words.
Eddard took the waterskin and drank from it. "What happened to my daughters and Prince William?"
"You'll be pleased to know that the Black Prince has managed to escape with his betroth, your daughter Arya." Varys answered. "Sansa was taken prisoner. The queen will probably keep her close as she does have some value."
"William and Arya escaped? Thank the gods. Then I guess I haven't failed Robert as I had feared." Eddard said, happy to hear of this.
"Indeed. The aftermath was quite the sight, though I must confess that I don't like the sight of blood. Forty legionnaires along with one hundred and sixty-seven city guard dead in the streets. Joffrey threw quite the tantrum when he learned that Prince William escaped." Varys informed Eddard before leaning forward and asked in a serious tone, "May I ask, Lord Stark, what madness drove you to confront the queen about the truth of Joffrey and William's birth?"
"…It was my hope that she would love one of her sons enough to accept him over the other...to accept him to have what belongs to him." Eddard answered.
"There are few forms of love stronger than a mothers love for her children. But some mothers believe that they alone know what's best for their children and won't listen when told otherwise." Varys noted. "I do pity the children who will be caught in this unfortunate situation."
Cloud Ruler
"I wish that you were able to see Cloud Ruler under better circumstances, Arya." William said in sadness.
He and Arya were standing together on the temple wall above the gate. Below them, the First and Second Legions were moving between the three walls as they prepared for war. When William arrived at Cloud Ruler he was greeted by General Tullius and Legates Rikke and Ulfric. William showed him his father's last will and the signet ring. Tullius nodded and immediately bent his knee before William with Rikke and Ulfric doing the same. Letters were now being sent out to the other Legions in in the North and the Stormlands as well as all the kingdoms that proclaimed William as Robert's true heir.
William was also glad to learn that the Companions Vilkas, Farkas, and Aela had safetly arrived back at Cloud Ruler after the battle at Mummer's Ford.
"It's beautiful, Will. It has a wonderful view just like Sky Haven." Arya replied.
William turned and stared at her for a moment. "Arya…are you alright?"
"What do you mean?" Arya asked, trying to keep a straight face. William could see right through it.
"Don't try deceiving me, Arya. You killed a man. I know it's troubling you."
"…How did you deal with it?" Arya asked with her gaze lowered.
"My first kill was at Long Lake. I didn't have a chance to dwell on it. After the battle was over, it was your father who helped me." William revealed, causing Arya to look up in surprise.
Flashback
William sat on a small hill overlooking the countless dead bodies on the battlefield. He heard someone walk up behind him.
"Your troubled, my prince." Eddard said before he sat down next to William.
"…Was it like this during my father's rebellion?" William asked.
"This was one battle. I fought many battles during Robert's Rebellion and during the Ironborn rebellion." Eddard answered. "Fighting the battle is the easy part. It was the aftermath, when the consequences of your actions hit you, that was the hard part."
Eddard placed a hand on William's shoulder and looked directly in his eyes. "Wars should be avoided when possible…but sometimes they are a harsh necessity. Those who have not fought in a battle don't understand the pain of those who do. We survivors bear the difficult burden of life. We wonder how we could have survived when others do not. But those who died are freed in many ways. We who survive have no reason to be ashamed of doing so, for life throws many challenges at us. We must bear the burden of life, William. Don't try bearing the burden of the dead. Do not forget the dead…but don't let it hold you from moving forward."
End Flashback
"Your father is a wise man, Arya. Heed his words like I did." William encouraged.
Arya gave William a small smile before leaning against him. "I will. We'll get through this war together."
I hope so, William thought, there's no telling how long this war will be.
Elsewhere in the temple, Gendry was slowly walking towards a room that he was directed to by the Black Prince…his half-brother.
Gendry was shocked to learn that his father, a man who he had never known and always wondered about, was the recently deceased King Robert.
Prince William had asked what he wished to do now but he admitted that he wasn't certain. William gave him a slight smirk before telling Gendry that if he wanted to do something active, he could head to the room that Gendry was walking to at the moment.
Gendry hesitated at the door before opening it and poking his head in. He instantly recognized it as a forge. There was only one person in the room who stood with his back towards Gendry.
"Don't just stand there! Either come in or go away!" The man suddenly said without turning. Gendry jumped and quickly entered the room. The man turned and observed Gendry with a gruff looking face. "Who are you, boy?"
"G-Gendry, sir. The Black Prince said I might be able to help you." Gendry hesitantly answered.
"Another one, huh? My name is Fultheim so learn it quick, boy." The newly revealed Fultheim said. His face never changed from a seemingly permanent scowl. "You know anything about smiting, boy?"
"I was apprenticed to Master Tobho Mott in King's Landing, sir."
"Really?" Fultheim raised an eye in genuine surprise. "Well I guess that makes you half as useless as the other lads sent to me to see if they could learn my craft. Let me see your hands."
Fultheim examined Gendry's hand for a moment. "…You got both smith's hand and potential for fighting as well, boy. Perhaps you can be useful. Tell me, boy, would you like to join the Blades?"
Winterfell
"Father has been arrested for treason and Will has fled to Cloud Ruler?" Robb said as he read the messages placed before him.
"Yes, my Lord." Luwin answered. "Prince William has sent messages here and throughout the Seven Kingdoms that he has the last will of King Robert that names him as heir over Joffrey. The Legions proclaiming their support of Prince William as the true heir supports this. Sansa wrote the message from King's Landing but it is obviously the queen's words. The Queen's messages claim that your father has forged the will and was arrested on the grounds of treason. You've been asked to go to King's Landing and swear loyalty to Joffrey."
"My father would not do that." Robb denied.
"Will wouldn't make any claim for the throne without reason, either." Theon spoke up. "Arya sent a message as well that supports Will. Seems to me like it the Queen and Will's ass of a brother are the liars."
"So Joffrey arrested my father, threatened Will and my sisters, and now he wants his ass kissed." Robb said in anger.
"This has become a civil war, my Lord. Regardless of which side you choose to support-"
"I won't refuse Joffrey's invitation." Robb interrupted. "I will go to King's Landing. But I won't go alone and I will not be leading the way there, either."
Robb then looked up with the fury of the wolf in his eyes. "Call the Banners and tell them we march south to join the Black Prince and free my father. And send a message to my sworn brother, William, that we will help him gain his rightful throne."
"As you command." Luwin said before leaving to carry out this task.
Robb sat down and looked over to see Theon grinning. "I guess you were right, Theon."
"Yah, but that doesn't mean I'm completely happy about it. But we'll win this war."
"Yes, we will."
Castle Black, the Wall
Jon quickly walked towards the gate as Isran along with the other Dawnguard knights returned. They pulled a sleigh with two bodies on it.
Jon quickly ran up to Isran. "Did you find Benjen?"
"We found nothing other than these two bodies. No trace of Benjen." Isran replied to Jon's dismay. "Watch closely, Jon"
Isran then grabbed two nearby torches as Commander Mormont and several Night's Watch gathered around. Isran then tossed the torches onto the bodies. They both suddenly came to life and let out unearthly shrieks as the fire burned them.
"By the gods!" Mormont shouted as he watched.
"Wraths. Dead corpse reanimated by the White Walkers. Whoever was controlling them though they could infiltrate the castle by allowing us to bring them in." Isran explained to the gathered men. "They can't be killed by regular weapons. Fire is the most effective way to kill them."
"…We have to send a message to warn the kingdoms. If the old and true enemy has returned, then the word must be put out." Mormont insisted.
"Agreed." Isran replied.
"Commander," spoke up a man above them. "Maester Aemon has a message for you and Grandmaster Isran."
Later, Jon entered the Lord Commanders chambers to see Serana there with Mormont and Isran. Mormont was holding a message in his hand.
"You asked to see me?" Jon asked.
"…This just came from the south, Jon Snow." Commander Mormont said as he held out the message. "The King is dead and war has begun."
"There is now a civil war, Jon." Serana spoke up. "Between the Black Prince and his brother Joffrey."
"Lord Stark has been arrested for treason." Isran finished.
Jon stared at them for a moment before turning towards the door.
"Where are you going, Snow?" Isran questioned.
"They need me." Jon insisted.
"Have you forgotten what you saw less than an a half-hour ago?" Isran questioned. He stood in front of Jon. "A civil war means that we will receive almost no help in defending the Wall should the White Walkers decide to attack. Sixty Dawnguard and one thousand Night Watch. We are all there is. I need men like you, Jon. I know it's a tough decision, but we are all worried about what lies beyond the Wall."
"Not to mention we have no real proof of the White Walkers to show the kingdoms." Mormont spoke up. "They won't be very quick to help us. We must do what we can to either find indisputable proof or hold the Wall until this civil war is over."
Cloud Ruler
"I must say, this whole situation is one big mess." Tyrion noted as he stood with William at the gate with Bronn behind him.
When William arrived at Cloud Ruler, Tyrion was there as he had arrived with Ulfric from the Vale. And he fully supported William by immediately getting down on his knee and swearing his loyalty.
"You don't have to do this uncle. You don't have to go to the Lannister camp. You can stay here and wait the war out." William argued.
"We discussed this already, nephew." Tyrion remarked. "I'm not much use in battle or military strategy. Therefore, I will help you as best as I can from the other side of the battle lines. Someone has to try and put some sense into them and garner support for you."
"If you try to be a spy, you'll be in danger." William insisted.
"Then I just won't get caught." Tyrion said with a smirk. "You worry about fighting this war Will and I'll worry about boosting your support in other places. After all I can be quite charming when I need to be."
William stared at him for a moment before crouching down to Tyrion's level and gave him a hug. "You take care of yourself then, Uncle. You watch over him, Bronn, and I'll see that you are rewarded. Farewell, uncle."
"Farewell, my future King." Tyrion said before he turned and headed out of Cloud Ruler.
King's Landing
"MY ARMY! MY LEGIONS! And they all turn traitor and join my traitor brother!" Joffrey yelled in rage as he paced in the throne room.
"It seems so, your Grace." Varys remarked. "All six legions and the three in training have sworn loyalty to the Black Prince."
"I knew this would happen! I knew he was building those Legions just to take MY crown from me!" Joffrey ranted as he paced before stopping and facing the council directly. "The Crownlands surrounding King's Landing can field about fifteen thousand men, correct?"
"About fifteen, yes." Baelish answered. "It seems they will be loyal to you, your Grace."
"Call for all of them." Joffrey insisted. "I'll lead them to Cloud Ruler myself and show my brother what happens to rebels!"
"NO!" Cersei suddenly yelled out. "The people need their new king here in the capital, Joffrey."
"The war isn't here! Its north in the Riverlands!" Joffrey argued.
"My father has never lost a war, my son." Cersei said as she tried to smooth Joffrey over. "He won't fail you. Let him win you glory and fame in your great name. You are needed here to rule the kingdom. The people need their new king."
Joffrey thought over his mother words for a few moments. "…Very well, mother. I'll leave it to grandfather."
Cersei mentally smiled in relief. In truth, she somehow believed that if Joffrey would take the field against William, Joffrey would lose. She did not wish for either of her children to fight each other.
"But," Joffrey suddenly spoke up. "I still want the troops from the Crownlands to be summoned. Since William took my royal army, I'll just build a new one. The soldiers from the Crownlands will be the start of a new royal army so I want done whatever needs to be done immediately."
Lhazareen Village
Daenerys stared in shock as she saw the aftermath of the raid on the village. Those that weren't killed were being rounded up as slaves.
"What did they do?" Daenerys asked in confusion at the raid.
"Absolutely nothing, Princess." Farengar spat out from behind Daenerys. She looked at him in confusion at his hostility. He had barely spoken to her ever since Khal Drogo declared his intention to sail to Westeros. "Why are you concerned at all? After all, it's what you wanted, isn't it?"
"WHAT?!" Daenerys said in shock. "Why would you say that? I never wanted anything like this!"
"This is how the Dothraki are, Lady Daenerys. Did you not listen to Drogo after he said he would go to Westeros? He said he would kill the men, rape the woman, and enslave the children." Farengar gestured around at the destroyed village. "Take a good look around you, Daenerys. This is what your quest to give the Iron Throne to your unborn son will bring to Westeros."
W-what?! No, this is never what I envisioned. Daenerys thought to herself as she stared at the destruction.
"Show a little more respect, mage." Jorah said in anger. "She is your Khaleesi."
"You know perfectly well that I speak the truth, Ser Jorah." Farengar snapped back.
"I'll change them, then. The Dothraki." Daenerys spoke up. "I'll… I'll make them more-"
"More like the men of Westeros? Do you honestly believe that you can change a culture that easily in just a few years? History proves otherwise, my Lady. Don't rely too much on your influence over your husband." Farengar replied before walking off.
…I will try to change them. Daenerys thought as she stared after Farengar before turning back to see some women about to be raped. "Jorah, stop them. I won't let this continue."
After stopping the raping, Daenerys led the group to where Khal Drogo was. Drogo was listening to one of the men, Mago, telling him of what occurred. As Daenerys approached, Drogo turned to her.
"Moon of my life, Mago tells me that you have taken his spoils. Tell me the truth of this." Drogo commanded.
"Mago speaks the truth, my sun and stars." Daenerys answered without fear. "I have taken many daughters so that they would not be mounted."
Khal Drogo stared at her for a moment. "This is the way of war. These woman are slaves now-"
"Great Khal!"
Daenerys turned at hearing a Dothraki shout and several entering the area. Her eyes widened in shock. The Dothraki warriors were leading a man who was simply massive. He wore exotic black armor and carried a sword and shield made from the same materials. The massive man stepped up in front and stared at Khal Drogo for a moment before giving a slight bow.
"Are you the great Khal Drogo?" The armored man asked, speaking perfect Dothraki.
"I am Drogo, son of Bharbo. The Khal of this khalasar. Who are you?" Drogo replied.
"I have left my name behind many years ago when I choose to follow the path of a true warrior. I am the one they call the Ebony Warrior." Came the reply. "I seek out the greatest challenges until I find a worthy adversary to send me to Sovngarde. I have heard of your fame. They call you the undefeated. So, I traveled all this way to face you in combat and see if you are the one to send me to Sovngarde, Khal Drogo."
Khal Drogo observed the Ebony Warrior for a moment before a smirk slowly formed on his face. "A warrior's match then? Interesting. But first I must deal with the matter at hand."
Daenerys spoke up then. "It pleases me, my sun and stars, to protect these women. If these riders with to mount them then they must take them as wives."
"You are a foreigner. You do not command me." Mago stated with distain.
Daenerys glared back at him. "Yol!" She shouted and the flame scorched the ground at Mago's feet. "I am Khaleesi. The dragon feeds on horses and sheep alike. I do command you."
"Hmm. Dovah Thu'um." The Ebony Warrior remarked.
Drogo chuckled at the display. "See how strong and fierce she grows? My son growing in her fuels fills her with fire and she provides him strength with this Thu'um. I will hear no more. Go find somewhere else to stick your cock."
Mago spat at Drogo's feet before raising his arakhs at him. "A Khal who takes orders from a foreign whore is no Khal."
Before anyone could move, the Ebony Warrior stepped in front of Mago. "I would not have you ruin any chance I have to face Khal Drogo. I have traveled far for this."
"Out of the way you foreign bastard!" Mago yelled before swinging his arakhs at the Ebony Warrior. The Ebony Warrior simple raised his shield up to block the blow before his right hand shot out and gripped Mago by his hair. The Ebony Warrior then slammed his shield's edge straight into Mago's throat, completely smashing it in.
Khal Drogo let out a laugh as Mago's body fell to the ground. He then stood up and faced the Ebony Warrior. "You are strong, Ebony Warrior. I would gladly face you."
The Ebony Warrior nodded before he began to remove his armor. "My armor gives me an advantage, Khal Drogo, and I would face you on equal grounds." He explained.
Drogo grinned and paced back and forth as he waited for the Ebony Warrior to get ready. Daenerys observed the Ebony Warrior and noted that he had darker skin and a small trimmed beard.
Finally, the two warriors began to circle each other. Drogo struck first and was blocked. They exchanged several blows back and forth before Drogo suddenly slammed a fist into the Ebony Warrior's face. The Ebony Warrior spun with the blow and brought his shield around into Drogo's shoulder.
The two then locked weapons for a moment and pushed with all their strength. They broke off before charging each other again.
Daenerys nervously watched as the two fought. The Ebony Warrior was larger and clearly stronger than Drogo but appeared to be slightly slower.
As the fight continued, both warriors lost their weapons and had begun a fistfight. Drogo ducked and slammed a fist into his opponent's stomach before the Ebony Warrior blocked it and then snap-kicked Drogo onto a table. Drogo grabbed a spear off the table and began to jab it at the Ebony Warrior.
The Ebony Warrior managed to dodge most of the strikes but two gashes appeared on his arms. Then the Ebony Warrior managed to dodge past a strike and began to grapple with Drogo over the spear.
After a short struggle, the Ebony Warrior then slammed his head into Drogo's. Drogo lost his grip on the spear and found it being pointed at his throat in the hands of the Ebony Warrior. After staring each other down for a moment, the Ebony Warrior then stepped back.
"You are as fierce and deadly as I have heard, Khal Drogo. But you are not the one to send me to Sovngarde. Not today, at least." The Ebony Warrior spoke.
Khal Drogo glared at the Ebony Warrior before suddenly giving a satisfied grin and let out a chuckle. He picked up his arakhs and held in behind his head and cut of his braid. He held it out to the Ebony Warrior. "One day, I will seek you out so that I may send you to this Sovngarde, Ebony Warrior. I, Drogo son of Bharbo, honor you this day. You are always welcome to Vaes Dothrak for another challenge."
The Ebony Warrior nodded and took the offered braid. Daenerys then ran up to Drogo.
"Are you hurt, my sun and stars?" She asked with concern.
"Nothing more than bruises, moon of my life." Drogo grinned back.
Unknown Location
"A civil war has begun? This is perfect, then. We could attack and take the Elder Scroll and claim the Seven Kingdoms!" Viserys insisted.
He had just sat down for a meal with Mankar and his children, Ruma and Raven, when he was told of the situation in Westeros. He immediately believed this was a chance for him.
"I know you're tired of waiting, Viserys, but why attack now when we could let the two contenders destroy one enough?" Mankar asked. "This civil war will severely weaken the Seven Kingdoms and when we finally reveal ourselves…"
"…Then they'll be too weak to fight back." Viserys finished in realization.
"Exactly. Besides, this also allows us to focus on the Dothraki that are preparing to invade Westeros after the failed assassination attempt on your 'dear' sister." Mankar continued.
Viserys growled in suppressed anger. "That was supposed to be MY army. Then my bitch of a sister betrays me and now intends to use that army to put her savage-born son on MY throne."
"Indeed." Mankar agreed.
"What are we going to do about it then?" Viserys questioned.
"You can leave it to my children and me to handle this problem. You can stay here and continue to master your new Daedric given abilities so that you can complete your goal to kill the Black Prince." Mankar answered.
"…When you meet my sister, tell her…her brother sends his regards." Viserys said with a dark grin.
Winterfell
In the great hall at Winterfell, numerous lords had gather to prepare for the march south. Robb, Theon, and Bran were with them as they feasted one last time before the march would begin. Also present to join the army was the remaining Companions in the North, led by Skjor. There were only a few dozen Companions in total but they would be a great help to the war effort. Two legionnaire officers, from the Legions stationed in the Northlands, entered the hall to hear Greatjon Umber shouting.
"We fought alongside the Legions at Long Lake and crushed the Wildlings! We'll do the same again, only this time it will be those Lannister bastards!"
The gather lords laughed and cheered at the declaration and even Robb couldn't hold back a grin. He then noticed the legionnaires and stood to meet them.
"Legate Ralof, of the Fifth Legion. I served in the Second Legion and fought besides you at Long Lake until I was promoted, Lord Stark." The first officer introduced.
"Captain Adventus, representing Legate Aldis of the Sixth Legion." The second officer spoke.
"You are welcome here, legionnaires. May I ask why Legate Aldis could not come?" Robb questioned.
"He was not feeling to well, I'm afraid. He sends his regrets at not being here in person. He is reaching past middle-age and intends to retire from Legate and take a position as a drill-instructor and trainer for future Legions. General Tullius just needs to find someone to take the position." Captain Adventus explained.
"I understand. Are the Fifth and Sixth Legions marching south with us then?"
"My Legion will accompany you, but the Black Prince has ordered the Sixth Legion to stay in the North and continue working on…a special project." Ralof answered.
"What special project?" Robb said in confusion.
"I know what he's talking about Robb." Theon spoke up. "Let's speak about it in privacy."
The four of them walked to the side of the great hall so no one would overhear.
"When Will was in the North, he and I worked together to come up with a new warship design for the Royal Navy." Theon explained. "Your father gave Will permission for the ships to be constructed in the large lake at Torrhen's Square."
"What kind of warship?"
"It's called a Trireme War Galley." Theon said with a proud grin. "Most galleys, as you know, have one row of oars. If you want to have a faster ship with more oars then you have to lengthen the ship to accommodate the additional number of oars. But, the Trireme has three rows of oars stacked upon one another instead, which means it doesn't have to be a longer ship than necessary. It's also a lot more weightless that you expect and can sail through shallow waters and be pulled onto a beach. Finally, the front of the ship has a ram covered in metal. A weightless ship, both fast and agile, plus a large ram results in a new lethal weapon for the sea."
"Theon Greyjoy is right. The design is promising but we have yet to test it in battle." Ralof added.
"How many of these ships are there?" Robb questioned.
"We have twenty Triremes ready to sail and have five more currently being built. The last five will be finished soon." Ralof explained. "Twenty-five war ships, plus about half to a full dozen transport ships to carry supplies and equipment, will be enough for the Sixth Legion to sail south-"
"And attack the Westerlands from the coast!" Robb said in realization.
"Exactly, that was the Black Prince's idea. Of course, the Lannisters might attempt the same thing here in the North. In that scenario, the Sixth Legion could help defend the Northlands while the main armies are in the south." Ralof continued.
Robb shook his head with a grin. "Will always has a plan for different situations."
Later in the night, Robb entered Bran's room and shook him awake.
"What is it? What's happened?" Bran asked as he woke up.
"It's alright Bran." Robb said to calm him down.
Bran noticed Robb was fully dressed and wore his sword. "Where are you going? It's the middle of the night?"
"I'm taking the northern army along with the Fifth Legion south to save father and help Will." Robb answered. "We'll go tonight to try to throw off any spies. We don't want the Lannisters to know that the Sixth Legion is still in the North."
"Let me come with you." Bran begged. "I can walk fine now. I can't run well but I can ride."
"There must always be a Stark in Winterfell, Bran. And I need that Stark to be you. You need to watch over our home and take care of your little brother until I return."
"…I promise." Bran said before he hugged Robb. "Please be careful."
Robb returned the hug before ruffling Bran's hair. "Till I return."
Temple of Kynareth, Northlands
Danica Pure-Springs looked over some notes as she sat in her room. She decided to take a quick visit to see how the temple was doing in her absence.
Danica looked up as the door open and a young woman who Danica had taken as an apprentice entered with a meal. "Here you are, Lady Danica."
"Thank you, my dear." Danica replied with a smile which turned into a frown after a moment. "War has begun in the south, I'm afraid."
The apprentice froze for a split second before she began to pour some tea. "Are…are we going south as well, my lady?" The girl asked with a slight tremble in her voice.
Danica stared at her in sadness. The poor girl had suffered a very traumatic event while in the south. Danica found the poor girl while traveling and took her in. She hoped to help heal the emotional pain of the young woman by teaching her how to help others with restoration magic. The young lady was doing much better now after several years but there was still times that Danica found the girl staring southwards with tears in her eyes.
"No, we're not going south." Danica answered which caused the apprentice to sigh in relief. "Are you sure you're doing well, my apprentice?"
"Yes, my lady. I'm alright." The apprentice answered.
"…Don't hesitate to come see me if you need someone to talk to."
Cloud Ruler
In Cloud Ruler's main hall, William stood with his war council over a table with maps and pieces that represented the armies. Arya stood next to him as they all observed the table.
"Robb Stark has sent word that the North supports our cause and is marching south with the Fifth Legion." Legate Rikke spoke as she read a message.
"Yes! I knew the North would help!" Arya exclaimed in happiness.
"Send a raven to inform Robb that I'll meet with him at the Twins to discuss strategies for the war." William said to an aid who nodded and ran off.
"Our fellow Companions will be marching south with the Northern Army as well." Vilkas added. "We may not be large in number but we'll be sure to do our part."
"Obviously, the Westerlands support Joffrey. The Vale, Dorne, and the Ironborn isles have all announced themselves neutral in this conflict. But that could change at any time." Ulfric began as he pointed to different sections on the maps.
"What of the Reach and the Stormlands?" William asked.
"Your Uncle Stannis has openly declared his support for you, my Prince. He has sent messages throughout the Stormlands urging them to pledge their support for you as well. The Third and Fourth Legion in the Stormlands have declared themselves for you and are currently stationed at Bronzegate and Stonehelm respectively. They await your orders." Tullius answered.
"And my Uncle Renly?" William prompted.
Tullius didn't answer and just looked over at Spymaster Caius who answered instead. "Lord Renly is currently in the Reach nearby Bitterbridge. Troops from both the Reach and the Stormlands have been gathering there."
William stared at his Spymaster in shock. "Is my uncle trying to claim the throne for himself?"
"Officially, he has not declared himself king." Caius explained. "But he has not declared himself for you or Joffrey at this time and he is gathering an army to himself."
"If the Tyrells of the Reach support Renly and he tries to lay claim to the throne, then he will have one of the largest armies supporting him." Tullius pointed out.
"That's if he's aiming for the throne." William bitterly remarked. Will his uncle turn on him? "We'll worry about him later. Let's focus on the war here in the Riverlands.
"The Lannisters are winning against the Riverlords. With just over thirty thousand men, Tywin has moved fast and taken everything on his way to Harrenhall. He then moved northwards and is currently camped on the river and holds the Crossroads." Tullius gestured across the map.
"Preventing us from crossing." William noted.
"Can the Legions push them back from the river?" Arya questioned.
"I have a few ideas which might work, my princess." Ulfric replied with a smirk on his face.
Since Arya was engaged to Will, who would be king if they win this war, the Legions and the Blades had begun to refer to her as princess.
"Jaime has won a victory at the Golden Tooth and is laying siege to Riverrun with fifteen thousand men. He did have thirty but half of his troops, commanded by Ser Tytos Brax son of Andros Brax, were sent eastwards and are camped at a place called Stone Hedge, which is about midway between Jaime's and Tywin's armies." Tullius continued. "Ser Tytos's position mean he can reinforce either Jaime or Tywin."
"Riverrun under siege and the Lannisters have three armies. All that's standing between the Lannisters and total domination of the Riverlands is Cloud Ruler." William summed up. He turned towards Tullius. "I think we can expect visitors soon, General. Are we prepared?"
"As you ordered, the legions in training have been sent a few miles north of Cloud Ruler to continue their training. With the First and Second Legions defending Cloud Ruler, we have about twelve thousand men to Tywin's thirty thousand." Tullius answered.
"We'll have to hold out until the North arrives then. We can't face three armies with just one." William said with a sigh. "I'm not going to use the Legions that are in training unless I have to. I want them to finish their training before I send them into battle."
An aid suddenly ran into the room and bowed to William. "Forgive my interruption, my prince. But there are several riders approaching the fortress bearing the Lannister banner."
William road out of Cloud Ruler on Shadow with Tullius, Delphine, and a legionnaire carrying his banner. His grandfather, Tywin, waited on horseback with an equal number of man and the Lannister banner behind him. William stopped Shadow just in front of his grandfather.
"I see you have a new banner, William." Tywin remarked. "The Baratheon house banner combined with the banner of the Legions. Half the banner is a black stag on a yellow field while the other half is a black, diamond shaped, dragon on a red field."
"Yes, I like it." William replied as he glanced at the banner. "Black has always been my color. I suppose Joffrey will have a new banner soon as well. But that's not why you're here, is it?"
"…As you no doubt know, I have thirty thousand men camped just south of Cloud Ruler. You have only two Legions which is just over ten thousand men." Tywin began. "You and I both know that you won't let your untrained Legions into battle. Here are my terms, then. Withdraw your claim to the throne and swear loyalty to Joffrey along with the Legions and this can be avoided."
"My brother is no longer the rightful heir, grandfather. I have proof backing that."
"A piece of paper and a ring don't end a war, William. Power and intelligence ends a war."
"In that case, you might as well swear loyalty to me, grandfather. Despite how many men the Lannisters have, I have the greater support and a greater claim." William countered.
"…Had you fostered in Casterly Rock, I would have most likely supported you without question." Tywin noted with a tilted gaze.
"Perhaps, but would I have been the same if I did? Would you have been able to make me different from what I am now? I believe that I would always choose a different path than what you offered." William stared back.
"I know you do not wish for the throne, William." Tywin said before narrowing his eyes. "So why do you pursue for it now?"
"The last thing my father told me before he died, was to do what I believed is right. I intend to do so." William answered.
"Still the idealist, I see. Looks like I'll have to educate you on how the world really is." Tywin said before he began to turn his horse away.
"You're welcome to try, grandfather Tywin. We'll see whose ideals will win this war." William replied before turning Shadow back into Cloud Ruler.
The Next Day
Arya stood on the battlements above the gate of the first wall as the legionnaire took position. Aela and several Blades stood around her.
"Is this what you were expecting on your thirteenth Nameday, Arya?" William asked as he walked up with two wooden cases.
"A battle is a welcomed surprise gift." Arya answered with a grin.
"Speaking of gifts, these are my gifts to you, Wolf Princess." William said as he held the first of the two cases out.
Arya brighten as she took the case. She opened it and gasped in surprise. "A Blades katana?!" She exclaimed.
"Fultheim made it specifically for you, Arya." William said with a smile. "Remember, the Blades follow ancient Akaviri traditions. The sword is the heart and soul of the warrior. Although the Blades Katana always keeps its edge and never needs to be sharpened again, you're still expected to take good care of it."
"I promise I will." Arya said as she loosen the katana to admire the blade. She hummed to herself for a moment in thought. "I think I'll call it, Ice Fang."
William let out a laugh. "It suits you, wolf girl. I have another gift."
Arya opened the second case and stared in wonder. "A bow? Wait a second. It's not made of wood."
"It's a bow made from dragonbone, Arya." William explained causing, Arya to jerk her head up in shock. "The longbow used by the archers in the Legions have some of the greatest range in Westeros at three hundred yards. But the Dragonbone bow can shoot four hundred yards. Also, the Dragonbone bow never loses its tension and therefore, never needs to be unstrung. It's always ready to use."
Arya stared at the bow for a moment before grabbing William in a hug. "…Will…your spoiling me." She then leaned up and kissed William's cheek.
"Anything for you, my Wolf Princess." William replied before kissing Arya's forehead.
The sound of a horn interrupted them as Lannister troops emerged from the forest in front of Cloud Ruler. Dozens and dozens of ladders were spotted as well as a battering ram.
"Knock your bows!" William shouted. Legionnaire archers on both the first and the second wall did as ordered. Another horn sounded out and the Lannister troops charged forward. Once they were in range, William yelled out again. "FIRE!"
Arya let loose her arrow from her new Dragonbone bow with the arrows of the legionnaire archers. The catapults and ballista fired their deadly missiles from the towers and bulwarks along the first and second walls.
The Lannisters tried their best to charge up the hill through the deadly hail of fire. Countless died in mere moments from being struck by an arrow, skewered by a ballista spear, or crushed under a bolder from a catapult.
Some soldier managed to reach the massive forty foot wall and began using long poles to hoist the ladders up. The legionnaires countered with their own poles that immediately pushed the ladders of the wall before the Lannister men could even climb halfway up.
The battering ram slowly rolled its way up the hill towards the gate. It never reached it. A boulder hurled from a catapult struck it dead center and demolished the ram. Moments later, the Lannister men began to retreat as many more were struck down by arrows. Not one Lannister soldier had managed to climb to the top of a ladder.
"We won! We drove them back so easily!" Arya yelled giddily as legionnaires cheered along the walls.
"A victory, yes. But a very minor one." William said as he frowned after the fleeing Lannisters. Arya stared at him in confusion.
"What do you mean, Will?"
"My grandfather didn't send the full thirty thousand men at us. In fact, it looks to me that he didn't even send ten thousand at us." William explained before he turned back to Arya. "He was just testing the defenses of the fortress. He'll change his strategy to a defensive one and hold the river crossing to prevent us from marching into the Riverlands."
"What makes you so sure, Will?" Arya asked with her head tilted in curiosity.
"Because it's what I would do."
At the bottom of the hill, just in the tree line, Tywin observed the remains of the small force of five thousand fleeing from Cloud Ruler. In truth, he never intended for a victory but he was genially surprised at how well defended Cloud Ruler was. Three walls, the first with bulwarks and the second and third walls with towers. All with catapults and ballista on them. It was simply a fool's errand to attack with just ladders and rams. He would need siege towers and his own catapults to even consider a proper assault on the fortress.
No, Tywin thought as he turned his horse to return to his camp. Taking Cloud Ruler by direct assault would require more than the thirty thousand men I have. I would need the other armies to take Cloud Ruler by force. Laying siege and starving them out is out of the question as well. They could easily hold out until the Northerners arrived.
He would simply hold the river crossing and win this war through attrition. He was confident that he could easily hold the river against his grandson. If the northerners decided to attack Jaime, then he would simply order the fifteen thousand under Ser Tytos Brax to reinforce him.
It didn't matter which way his grandson would try to cross the river. Tywin had two armies of fifteen thousand man and his own army that was now about twenty-five thousand with him. The Lannisters were more than prepared to meet the Black Prince's forces on all fronts.
End Chapter
Author's note: The war is taking form. Hope you like it. I have a request, what kind of armor should Arya receive? At the moment, I'm debating between two armors.
The first is a set of Blades armor but is color schemed with white as the main color with light blue outlining it to give it a snow and ice like look.
The second armor set is not even from Elder Scrolls or Game of Thrones. It's the armor that is worn by Merrill from Dragon Age 2. The beautiful white colored armor she gets if your character romances her. Type in 'Merrill romance armor' in google images to see what it looks like. It's a white colored armor with light blue sash and scarf.
If you don't like either then let me know what kind of armor you think Arya should have.
I also have to point out the scene between Danica Pure-Springs and her unnamed apprentice. The unnamed apprentice will not be a major character but will have an interesting impact later in the story. I'll let you guys debate on who she is for a while.
Q&As
First things first, some general stuff. To all the readers who wished me a great vacation, THANK YOU! I did have a great trip to Yellowstone. (Got some obsidian while I was there! Take that White Walkers!)
Next, I have not forgotten about the Stark ancestral greatsword, Ice.
I am so glad many of you liked the scene between Tywin and William. They are similar in some ways but very different. William know he needs to be extremely careful when facing his grandfather. Tywin acknowledges that William is very capable and recognizes him as his grandson. (Which is saying a lot considering Tywin's expectations)
StrongHarbour394: Thank you for the suggestions about the dragon priests. I will keep them in mind. I'm glad the prophecy sounded ominous LOL! It was supposed to.
Kenka: LOL! Yah, something like that. Also, Serana was indeed lucky, she dodged a bullet.
Lady-Silvanas: Wow, you really despise Baelish. Can't say I blame you, of course. I have something special planned for him in the distant future. Sadly, no spoilers.
Greyjedi449t: I'm glad you're liking some of the things I'm doing with some characters and plots.
Man characters like William are almost required to have some self-doubt or problems they must work past. If they cannot do it alone (as is most cases) then they need someone to help them. And William is going to need a lot of help.
As for Serana, I'm afraid you're just going to have to wait and see. Let's just say she's not foolish enough to piss of a Daedric Prince.
movienut96: Robert's relationship with Will is a strong one. They have plenty of differences but still supported each other.
Will keeps his promises but you're right in that he is going to have a tough time keeping the one he made to Cersei.
Tashio: Again, thank you so much for your help in finding an image for William!
mbahgila21: William does have a new banner now. But it won't be a lion. William considers himself a stag first.
We'll see more about what's going through Sansa's mind later.
pettersoderberg01: 50 men can win against 200 but only in the right circumstance which Will did not have at that moment. (Remember, 50 Blades defended Cloud Ruler Temple from over a thousand men sent by the Mad King for a few weeks but were eventually destroyed.)
Good luck with all those Daedra! Even I haven't been bothered by that many!
Molag Bal: not yet at least. Mwahahaha!
Mwahaha? That's like the most cliché evil villain laugh in existence.
Molag Bal: F*** YOU!
Trojan Prince: I've read one of your fanfics before! The Dragon Age one about Hawke and Merrill! I need to read it again and see how it's coming along. I liked it!
I do add some inspiration or reference from a movie on occasions I was inspired some by Gladiator…but I've never seen any movie called Black Knight. Also, I did not intently base a scene from King Arthur. (Which movie about King Arthur exactly?) Could you tell me which scenes you're referring to?
mrean22: William is not too easy to catch. LOL!
We'll see what Tommen and Myrcella are going through a little later.
Inheritance1990: Some parts will diverge from canon soon while others will be canon all the way through season four. Some will diverge, go back to canon, and then diverge again!
Lt. Cmdr. Radner: Thank you for the name Black Prince Rebellion! It's better than what I came up with. I was just thinking of going with War of the Kings.
Sheogorath: LLAAAMMEE!
Shut up! Anyways, Tyrion is siding with William but figures the best way to help him is from the other side. He might meet up with a certain group of thieves.
I can see Arya firebending (cause of her personality and she could learn to use Lighting!) though I must confess that Sansa strikes me as more of a waterbender. Whatever.
Also, I would like to questioned you're friend Jyggalag as to WHAT THE HECK DID HE DO WHILE I WAS GONE?!
Why are the emissaries waging war against the fanatics of Jashin from Naruto?
What happened to my new security system?
And why…why is…uhh, why is Tiny Tina locked up in a cage?
Tiny Tina: Let me out of here so I can burn that A**hole's babies with badonkadonks!
…ok, I guess I can understand that considering Tiny Tina is the world's deadliest thirteen-year old.
I know Jyggalag was (or still is) the Daedric Prince of logical order but you can't establish any sense of order in the Borderlands on Pandora! It's just impossible!
And don't even get me started on the various anime regions of the Ranting Realm, that's going to take me a while to straighten out. The concept of reality doesn't exist in anime.
Anyways, see you all in the next chapter!