9th Month of 298 A.C. Riverrun

Lord Robb Stark

The twins were a ruin, most of House Frey had died with their head, Lord Walder and most of his brood were gone, bones in the ground now. Robb had not taken pleasure from the act, but it had been necessary, necessary to ensure that none would dare question him again. And none had dare do so, only four members of House Frey were still alive, Lothar Frey, Perwyn Frey, Olyvar Frey who was Robb's squire and Roslin Frey. They were there, left to their own devices, though Lothar had been taken on to serve as an advisor for Robb, he did not trust the man enough to leave him to his own devices. Then had come the battle of Riverrun, the Lannister army, had been destroyed, their commanders slaughtered, and now, well now Robb intended to finish what he had started.

"The Lannisters are breaking at the seams it would seem. Tywin Lannister is in King's Landing, and yet, he will be looking at what has happened to two of his key allies and will be wondering what to do next. We must push forward on this, Ser Edmure how quickly can the Riverlords move forward?" Robb says.

His uncle who seems to be torn between refusing to answer, and somewhat trying to answer too quickly says. "Many of the Riverlords are here, they fought during the battle of the Tumblestone and the retreat back to Riverrun. I do think that we can move out very quickly. What are you thinking my lord?"

Robb looks at his uncle who bears the marks of his captivity relatively well considering what became of him, and then says. "I think the time has come for us to enter the Westerlands. Tywin Lannister will need to keep the boy on the throne in check, as well as make sure King Renly does not extend beyond his boundaries as he is at present. Whatever forces are within the Westerlands, are not organised, I say we take advantage of that."

His uncle considers this a moment and then responds. "Are you suggesting a full scale invasion of the Westerlands then my lord?"

Robb nods. "Yes. I believe that is the only way we are going to be able to win this war. Invade the Westerlands, cut Tywin Lannister off from his main base of support, and bleed the Westerlands dry. See how quickly he will come to the negotiating table."

There is a murmuring of appreciation then, but it is Jon and not Ser Edmure who speaks. "And what makes you think he will not just send in men to enact a harsher retaliation on the Riverlands?"

Robb sighs, Jon has been acting this way, ever since the Twins. It seems his brother was horrified by what was done, and whilst Robb does not like that it had to be done, he accepts it was necessary. "Tywin Lannister has an army near enough on his gates that he cannot think of coming toward us, or doing anything to the Riverlands. Furthermore, the lords of the crownlands we know are causing trouble, he will have far more pressing concerns, and will not be able to move out."

"And if he does? What will you do then Robb?" Jon asks.

Robb stares at his brother, irritation growing within him. But before he can respond, Lord Tyrion speaks. "My father will want to come to aid the West, when he becomes aware of what is happening there, and yet, I know him. He will not want to leave King's Landing without making sure it is exactly as it should be. And knowing my sister and nephew, I do not think he will be leaving for some time."

Lord Bolton speaks then his voice no louder than a whisper. "I do believe we should leave some men here to make sure that when Tywin Lannister does come to the Riverlands, the riverlands is able to defend itself."

Robb nods. "That will of course be done. I shall leave you with some three thousand men Lord Bolton, and Ser Edmure, you will do the same will you not?"

His uncle nods. "Yes, of course. I do not want to leave my people without a significant defence."

Robb then turns the talk to other issues. "Now, we know that Joffrey the illborn has made a declaration regarding my brother Brandon. I would suggest that my brother only agreed to this declaration under the threat of his life, and is doing it to survive. I would suggest that efforts be made to begin bringing him away from King's Landing with most haste." He pauses a moment and then says. "That is why I want some men from Harrenhal and from the Riverlands to go off to King's Landing under the banner of traitors and to make this move."

There is a moment of silence and then Lord Bracken speaks. "I can offer some of my own men for this task. I know that it will look suspicious if people from Harrenhal are the only ones to go toward King's Landing."

Robb nods his thanks and then says. "Furthermore, we must also consider what will happen once we are in the Westerlands. There is a plentiful supply of gold and food there, and we must ensure that it is shared equally between us all, furthermore..." he pauses as the door opens and Maester Vyman walks into the room.

"Forgive me my lords, but a letter has come from Grassy Vale, from King Renly and I thought you might wish to see it." the maester says.

The man hands the letter to Edmure, who reads it and curses. He hands the letter to Robb who reads it and then curses as well. "It would seem that our king wishes for us to be here, and prepared for when a Lannister host comes from King's Landing, for it seems that his spies within the city have gotten hint of such a thing."

There is a long silence and then Jon asks. "What will you do?"

Robb looks at his uncle who nods. "We shall send some men into the Westerlands, and then we shall prepare to meet this new host, and we shall destroy it."