Chapter 50: The Bonds We Forge
Robb looked down at the map, surrounded by his most trusted advisors along with many lords from The North and The Riverlands. Due to his marriage with Jeyne, The Westerlings had offered what little of an army they had left to support Robb in the war. The Westerlings gathered up about 1,000 men, all led by Raynald Westerling, Jeyne's elder brother. They knew that this marriage was possibly the best thing to happen to them, but even still, Robb couldn't fully trust The Westerlings. The map that Robb was looking down on was a map of The Westerlands. Now that they had left The Crag and were on the march again, Robb and his army were in enemy lands, more importantly, unknown lands. To attempt ambushes in The Westerlands would be impossible due to most of Robb's army never going this far south.
Currently they were technically still on the outskirts of The Westerlands so resistance in these parts was still very small. During the march Robb and his army only encountered Lannister camps in the wilderness and small fortifications. Out of the two only the fortifications proved to be a challenge. Whenever they encountered a Lannister camp Robb would send his armored cavalry to charge down all the resistance and then send his infantry to deal with the stragglers. It was a tactic he would rarely use to just take care of smaller battles quickly, and so far, it seemed to be working.
Robb knew all the dangers of war. From traitors, false information, sabotage, Robb knew it all, that is why he would always try to use different tactics in battle to not become predictable. When your enemy becomes predictable, they aren't a threat anymore, and when they aren't a threat anymore, they are weak.
As he moved the many figurines around the map Robb remembered all the numbers of The Lannister forces. Together in just The Westerlands their forces consisted of about 30,000 and while, at first, Robb's forces had a number of around 35,000, during the many battles there were still casualties, dropping their numbers to around 28,000, including their new soldiers from The Westerlings. However, the problem with hiring any mercenary group in Westeros and forcing simple peasants to fight for you had it's own problems. The Lannister army consisted mainly of uncoordinated mercenaries fighting only for gold and weary smallfolk who were unlucky enough to be forced into The Lannister army. Robb's forces however were trained and battle-hardened, ready for combat with full devotion to their liege, or rather, their king.
To his right was Greatjon Umber, wrapped in boiled leather and his Umber chains tied around his torso, simbolising the banner of his house. Next to Greatjon were other Northern lords. To Robb's left was Raynald, while he didn't completely trust Raynald Robb knew the benefits of having someone who actually knows The Westerlands, so this did prove beneficial after all.
Currently they were near the ruins of Castamere, home to the once second most powerful family in The Westerlands, The Reynes. To prove his competence in ruling, Tywin quelled a rebellion that The Reynes had started to become not the second, but the most powerful family in The Westerlands. In return for their treachery, Tywin obliterated their family and every living member of House Reyne was slaughtered. Castamere was raized to the ground, leaving nothing but a ruined castle and a somber song, 'The Rains of Castamere'.
It would be a lie to say that nobody had heard of that song, it was almost a legend by itself. Too many times was Robb threatened to stop his war by this song. Tywin would send bards to sing to Robb and his army to discourage them. Robb could recall Jeyne's expression when she first had this happen to her. Jeyne was horrified, people from The Westerlands knew of Tywin's cruelty more than anyone else in Westeros, Jeyne wasn't an exception. The whole night she couldn't go to sleep and tears would shed from her eyes all through the night.
Many hours of planning had passed. They thought of taking Ashemark, perhaps Sarsfield or even Oxcross, but after many arguments and potential brawls happening Robb knew they weren't deciding anything today, so he called this war council over for today. He stood up from the chair that he was sitting on for the duration of the war council as the entire table went silent to look at their liege.
"That is enough for today! All of you are free to leave now and tommorow we decide where we shall strike next!" as Robb finished his sentence all of his bannermen let out a final roar before they also stood up from their chairs and started to leave the tent from where they were planning.
"Lord Umber, not you..." he stopped Greatjon before he could also leave the tent and the giant of a man stopped at his king's word.
As everyone left Greatjon returned to his seat beside Robb. Now with Greatjon beside him and all other lords away it felt safe for Robb to revela his plans. "What are your orders, your grace?" Greatjon asked, seemingly already aware of what his liege was about to do. Robb spoke no words, he only rose from his chair to have a better look at the map on the table. He first took the figurines of his banner house first. The Chains of Umber and The Sun of Karstark, those were the two figurines he picked up and raised them high to give Greatjon a better look at them.
"I've sent a letter to Cregan informing him that he leave Harrenhall and march to The Crownlands." Robb stated as he began to place the two figurines on the map. Greatjon only remained silent as he nodded to his king's words and after Robb stopped placing the figurines he turned his head back to Greatjon. "I want you and Lord Karstark to go back to Riverrun and defend it." Greatjon's expression was now noticably distressed by Robb's words.
"Your grace, I'm not sure if this is the best course of actions." Greatjon tried to defend his case.
"We are now in The Westerlands, if The Lannisters get past us and reach Riverrun then we won't be able to stop the siege in time." Robb emediately stopped Greatjon's arguments.
"But our place is beside you, defending our king!" Greatjon slammed his hand on the table, still persistent on his stance on leaving.
"This is not up for debate Lord Umber!" Robb roared out, interrupting Greatjon once again. "What do you think would happen to Sansa, to Arya, or my mother, what do you think The Lannisters would do to them if they got their hands on them?" Robb said in a now much calmer tone, an opposite to his tone just a few moments ago. Greatjon was completely silent, staring at Robb with a hint of smile starting to grow on his face. Many times had Greatjon 'tested' Robb in his leadership skills, while this could have been seen as treason and an attempt to take power, Robb knew House Umber's loyalty was unwavering even in the hardest times and that Greatjon's 'tests' were really just ways of seeing if his king was truly ready for this conflict between one of the strongest houses in Westeros.
"Very well your grace." Umber said with a slight hint of glee in his voice, it was then Robb knew what Greatjon was trying, "I'll inform Karstark and his troops".
"Good, you two leave at dusk." Robb said, keeping his voice as stern as ever.
With that, Greatjon left the war tent leaving Robb alone. Before leaving Robb took one last look at the map, all the figurines and marks of towns were layed out in front of him yet still, there was something he was missing, he just didn't know what it was. He glanced at all the figurines, the Stark direwolves were placed near where Castamere was, alongside it were the Fish of Tully, the sigils of houses Bracken, Blackwood, Forrester, Cerwyn, Manderly, Mormont, Mallister and many more. In front of them, the Lion of Lannister, alongside them, the Paynes, Tarbecks, Krakehalls, Swyfts, Spicers, Serrets, Leffords as well as the Lannisters of Lannisport, a cadet family branch of The Lannisters.
Since the war started there were many casualties on both sides, but still, Robb's forces were winning. He had heard of his brothers success in defending Harrenhall. 20,000 men, weary and in poor health, were victorious against 40,000 fully armed and in perfect condition enemy soldiers. Robb knew of Cregan's extreme prowess in battle, seven hells he had both experienced and witnessed it many times in Winterfell, but it seemed that even now his little brother could suprise him. Robb never thought of Cregan as a strategist or even a tactician, but it seemed he was skilled in even that. However, Robb thought the main reason Cregan managed this was because of the love he had for his own men. Unlike many leaders, Cregan cared for each and every man under his command, it was one of the reasons Robb was reluctant to give him his position as general in his army. And despite it being hard for Robb to admit it, even he believed that, in every battle, sacrifices had to be made for victory.
Robb first heard of his brothers victory in a report from Dacey, however, the victory was not the only thing in the report. Aside from the casualties list and a letter about their lack of supplies, there was also a sealed letter, meant only for Robb's eyes. In the letter, Dacey spoke of something that happened during the defense of Harrenhall. She wrote that Cregan mainly stood on the outskirts of the battle, something that was already suspicious due to Cregan's sheer attitude in battle. Then, as if out of nowhere, Cregan fell unconcious and some twenty seconds later, Cregan jumped from the ground and released a horrific scream before charging straight into the Lannister lines. Everything in the letter described Cregan as... inhuman. She wrote about how he used his two swords to cut through all the remaining soldiers before grabbing Kevan Lannister by the neck and breaking it with so much force that he almost ripped his head from his shoulders. The words Dacey used for describing Cregan were:
'Nothing about him looked natural Robb, it was almost beast-like in manner...'
But Robb disregarded the report, as disturbing as it was, he couldn't handle any more stress today. He broke sight from the map and exited the tent. Outside the tent a cold breeze overcome Robb. He was used to the cold, but all these months in The South seemed to make Robb numb to it. Even through his armor the breeze sent chills down his back. His armor, a combination of plate and boiled leather with the Stark direwolf engraved on the collar of his armor. In truth that little sigil was the only thing separating the appearances of Robb and own men. Cregan's armor made him much more recognisable however, this was it's intention. Robb's brother knew of the fear he sent to the hearts of Lannister men and his armor only doubled that fact. His helmet had the resemblence of a direwolf with the top having wolf's ears and the bottom having razor sharp teeth. In the middle was a vizor that offered Cregan vision. His chestplate was the thing that resembled Stark armor the most, boiled leather and plate mail with parts of chainmail. The rest of the armor like the gauntlets and leggings made Cregan look like his namesake, 'The Demon of The North'.
Walking through the camp Robb could already see Umber and Karstark men running around, taking all of their equipment and getting ready for a long journey back home. While they were running however, they would stop and bow to their king in a show of respect. While Robb was suprised at how seriously his men thought of his title, he was also somewhat annoyed. Robb was a Stark and for hundreds of years The Starks wer Wardens of The North. Now, Robb was not a Warden of The North, he was The King of The North and The Trident, Ruler of The First Men and The King of Winter as well as The King of The Rivers.
All along the camp the many banners of both The North and The Riverlands flickered through the wind. Among those banners however, the grey banner of House Stark was the most present in the camp. Just a few months ago Robb could also see many other banners, almost a dozen more than there are now. The banners of House Bolton and Frey were one of them as well as the banner of House Ryswell. Robb knew of Barbrey Ryswell's hate for his family, but to abandon his campaign due to Roose Bolton's death was going to far. The Leech Lord was a traitor and Cregan had legitimate evidence of his treason yet even with that, Lady Ryswell left Robb's host along with what little men she brought. It was clear to Robb now that she was also planning on betraying him along with Walder Frey and Roose Bolton and he will have to deal with her once the war is won. That is, IF the war is won.
After his little walk throughout the camp, Robb finally arrived to his own tent. Robb entered his tent where he saw his wife Jeyne sitting on the edge of the bed with a book in one of her hands and Greywind resting his head on her lap. While the wolf was resting on Jeyne's lap she gently stroked Greywind's fur. The sight was so relaxing that Robb emediately felt his tiredness come out the moment he saw it. However, fate was not so kind. When Robb entered the tent Greywind emediately jumped from Jeyne's lap to greet his owner. The wolf ran to Robb and started jump at him in joy. Greywind's first jump at Robb almost made him fall on the ground and were it not for him having experience in these kinds of moments he surely would have fallen. Instead, Robb greeted his wolf by simply kneeling down and scratching Greywind's ears. Despite him being a deadly weapon in the battlefield as well as a stern figure whenever Robb was in court, Greywind was still a dog and every dog loves an owner who shows them affection.
"He only gets this excited when he's with you." Jeyne said with a giggle, closing the book she was reading and placing it to the sides.
"Come on, that can't be true, he likes you too." Robb sarcastically reassured his wife while trying to stop Greywind from jumping on him anymore.
"Well he's good company at least." Jeyne then stood up from the side of the bed and took something from a wooden bowl before walking up to Greywind.
The moment she did that Greywind's nose started to shift around as he sniffed the area around him. When Jeyne stepped into that area Greywind turned to her as she revealed what she had in her hand, a small piece of dried venison. Greywind emediately pushed his snout to the piece of venison but before he could eat the small piece Jeyne closed up her palm. Almost as if out of instinct Greywind pushed back his head and looked at Jeyne. "Sit." Jeyne said in a sharp but still high tone, and Greywin sat. "Lie down." Jeyne said with the same tone, and Greywind lied down, his head still held high and looking at Jeyne. "Roll around." Jeyne moved her hand in a circular motion and in response, Greywind rolled around in a few circles. "Good boy!" Jeyne said joyfully as she opened up her palm and let Greywind enjoy his treat.
All the while Robb watched this from the sides while taking of the straps of his armor. When the two's little show was finished Robb had already taken off his chestplate and removed his sword buckle, placing the sheathed sword on the small table near his and Jeyne's bed.
"You've been teaching him tricks now?" Robb asked, amused at what he was seeing.
"What else do you think I've been doing all these weeks, teaching him how to read a book?" Jeyne said sarcastically.
"You know he's a direwolf, not some pampered puddle." Robb said as he started to unstrap his leggings.
"Well then why is there a little puppy currently rolling on the ground in front of us?" Jeyne once again said sarcastically as she scratched the rolling wolf's belly.
"Point taken..." Robb chuckled, finally taking off all of his armor and now he was just in a simple tunic and pants.
After he took of the boiled leather and plate armor, Robb finally felt at ease from not having to travel in a heavy suit of armor. While his armor was not uncomfortable it was not conditioned for southern weather. In The North a constant cold would rule all over the lands, no matter the time. Due to this, many northern soldiers wore thick armor with thick fur cloaks. Most of his men try not to voice their complaints of the heat but he could see all the lords in their massive fur coats sweating from head to toe. This was also true for Robb though, he did not want to wear any sort of 'southern' armor, he was from The North and he wanted people to know that he was.
Despite that however, the sudden change from a full suit of armor to just a tunic and pants made Robb slightly shiver from the moment. Even inside the tent he could feel the cold breeze from outside taking over the tents warm atmsosphere. But after that slight bout of cold Robb once again became used to the cold weather. He then simply walked over to his and his wife's bed and practically fell onto the bed. As Robb sank deeper into the soft wool of his bed he closed his eyes and let out a sigh.
"Was today tiring?" Jeyne asked, noticing her husbands obvious sigh for attention. Robb opened his eyes and turned his head to the right as he saw Jeyne already sitting on the edge of the bed, looking at Robb with her brown eyes. He wanted to answer her but from the look on Jeyne's face it already seemed like she already knew the answer. Instead of saying anything Robb merely nodded to his wife's question. To his answer Jeyne also let out a sigh, she cared about Robb and whenever he was distressed, tired or nervous she would know.
Usually Jeyne would wear an orange and red dress, simbolising the colors of her house, or a grey and blue dress simbolising her new name as Jeyne Stark, The Queen of The North. But now she was wearing only a grey nightgown and it looked like she was ready for bed but this wasn't really strange seeing as it was already evening.
"That bad?" Jeyne once again asked as she layed down on the bed beside Robb. This time Robb didn't even look at Jeyne, he only nodded once again and sighed. Jeyne placed a hand around Robb as she got closer to him and layed her head on his shoulder before nuzzling beside Robb's neck. "I wish I could do more for you. I wish I could do more than just sit in this tent and be useless." she whispered to Robb's ear before going back to nuzzling her head beside his neck. This seemed to get his attention as Robb opened his eyes and turned his head to Jeyne before wrapping his arms around her.
"Don't say that." Robb said before completely turning to Jeyne. "Trust me, I don't want you to go through all the things I do every day. If it wasn't for you, I honestly don't know how I could have handled all of this." Robb's tired face was now replace by a warm smile and reassuring look. "Ever since this war started I've been struck with so much in so little time that our little moments here make me appreciate all our time together even more." Jeyne's face was now as joyfull as ever before Robb pressed his lips to hers and the two kissed.
As they separated their lips from each other Jeyne once again looked at her husband. "I know you'll be fine, but..." Jeyne placed a hand on Robb's chest, looking down at her hand before locking eyes with him again. "... but I'm still your wife, and It's my job to worry about you." she said with her usual soft tone and unsure gaze. Before she could say another word however, Robb placed a hand on her cheek and once again kissed her on the lips. As they once again stopped kissing Robb stared into Jeyne's eyes with a confident look in his own eyes.
"Trust me, I'll be fine... and I'm not going anywhere anytime soon..." he said and with that, the two slowly drifted off into sleep in each others arms.
The Following Morning...
The sun shined through the drapes of Robb and Jeyne's tent. Robb woke up before Jeyne, something that was a usual thing for them. As he looked down Robb saw Jeyne with her hands around him and her head rested on his shoulder. He continued to look as his wife calmy slept, her expression not showing a care in the world. He had seen that same expression so many times yet, even now, Robb wasn't tired of it, and he was sure he would never get tired of it. Through all the war and bloodshed every day, these calm moments where he could just be with his wife, when he could experience even at least some joy in this cursed war.
To the side of the bed was Greywind, laying down beside Robb and Jeyne's feet also sleeping peacefully. When Jeyne decided she wanted to go with Robb he was reluctant at first, but he knew Greywind would keep her safe, even when they were in The Crag and Jeyne was tending to Robb's wounds Greywind had taked a liking to the girl. Like most of the new people she would meet Jeyne was extremely afraid of Greywind in the beggining but in time the wolf grew on her as she did on him. In only a short amount of time the two were almost inseparable, like Robb and Greywind when they first met.
Before he could enjoy this simple moment anymore, a Stark soldier came rushing through the drapes of his tent, he was covered in blood as was his unsheathed sword. Only when the draped of his tent open did Robb notice the sounds of steel clashing and the war cries of soldiers throughout the rest of the camp. Jeyne almost jumped up from the bed as her head shot straight upward to the all the sounds and she turned to the bloody soldier. Greywind also heard this as the wolf opened it's eyes and actually from the bed to look at the soldier.
"What is the meaning of this?!" Robb demanded.
"Your grace we're u-" before the soldier could finish his sentence an arrow found itself on his neck. Blood quickly sprouted out from the wound and Jeyne screamed in horror. When the dead soldier fell onto the ground he twiched for a few seconds, trying to pry the arrow from his neck but to no avail. As the soldier lay dead Robb instantly knew what was happening, they were under attack.
He jumped from his bed and emediately ran for his sword that was by the table beside his bed. Robb grabbed his swords sheath and buckled it. When he turned around Robb saw the entrance of his tent being obscured by three Lannister soldiers. One had a halberd while the other two had longswords. The one with the halberd seemed to be in charge of the little riff-raff group. The halberd user took a step forward and as he did that, the two other men also took a step forward. Greywind emediately started growling at them, a warning to The Lannister men, Robb placed a hand on the pummel of his sword and Jeyne emediately ran to Robb's side. "Time to die northern scum" one of the men growled. To their words, Robb only gave a cocky smirk as he reached out a hand to the table and picked up a knife.
"Greywind... tear them apart..." on those orders Greywind charged at the closest Lannister to him, the one with the halberd. Their attention was diverted from Robb to Greywind quickly as the one with a halberd aimed it forward to try and stop the wolf. Robb used this oppurtunity to throw the knife at the Lannister halberdier. His throw was successful as the knife flew through the air and hit the Lannister in the eye. The three of them started to panic but before they could do anything Greywind jumped on the halberdier before ripping his throat out and procceding to jump on the second Lannister. The third Lannister man was about to stab Greywind before Robb charged at him and thrust his sword through the Lannister man's throat.
Now all three of them are dead and Robb took a look outside to see all of the camp burning and both Robb's army and The Lannister army were fighting against one another. He saw all the destruction and his many dead men, all of this infuriated him beyond belief. He turned to Greywind, his snout covered in blood, before turning to Jeyne, horrified at what just happened.
"Robb what's happening?!" Jeyne finally managed to release the words from her mouth.
"Stay here, I have to find my uncle!" to his words Jeyne tried to protest but was quickly cut off by Robb's look of seriousness. Robb then looked at Greywind, "Keep her safe..." he said calmly and the wolf only barked in response. Robb was about to leave before he was stopped by Jeyne hand grabbing him by the arm.
"Please... be safe..." Jeyne whimpered, looking at Robb with a sad expression. He said nothing as Robb pulled Jeyne in and kissed her on the lips. As the two parted lips Robb only gave her a reassuring nod and a confident look. That was when Robb rushed out of the tent.
Running throughout the camp Robb saw the thousands of corpses. A mix of both Robb's men and The Lannister men. It was still dawn and the sun had not entirely come out yet throughout the entire camp everyone was surely awake. They are either awake, or they are dead. The many tents were burned, the thousands of corpses lined the ground and screams of death filled the air. Robb already had his sword out and he trusted his reflexes to keep him safe but right now he had no shield and no armor to protect him. He was as vulnerable as a target in a practice range.
Out of nowhere a Lannister soldier charged at Robb. The Lannister swung at him with his sword, in response Robb parried the blade, first blocking the attack before pushing it away and slicing at The Lannister man's head, cutting it off in the process. The blood splurted from where the soldiers head was and the beheaded corpse fell on the ground. Robb thought he was safe for now, but he was wrong. Behind him Robb could hear a crossbow being armed with a bolt. Robb quickly pulled a shield from one of the corpses arms and, before the crossbowman could fire his bolt, Robb raised his shield to block the bolt. It was succesful and Robb bought himself another few seconds. Before he could charge at the crossbowman, the Lannister soldier found a massive greatsword through his chest.
The Lannister man fell on the ground and behind the now dead corpse were Lord Gregor Forrester in full armor and in his hands his Valyrian Steel Greatsword "Ironwood" and, ironycally, an ironwood shield in his other hand. Beside him was also Lord Jason Mallister, Raynald Westerling and Robb's uncle Edmure. The four were also accompanied by hundreds of soldiers who all emediately rallied alongside their king with the lords.
"It's good to see you alive nephew!" Edmure said, his tone showing how clearly out of breath he was.
"You as well uncle..." Robb replied, wipping the blood off his blade on the corpse he killed a few moments ago.
"Your grace, where's the queen, where's my sister?!" Raynald emediately entered into the conversation.
"She's in my tent Ser Raynald." Robb said calmly, turning his head to Raynald.
"Alone?!" Raynald shouted out, almost breaking into a sprint to go and look for his sister before being stopped by Robb.
"Greywind is protecting her Ser Raynald, right now I need you by my side!" Robb said sternly.
The two stared each other down for a couple moments then, Raynald with his look of terror, still worried for his sisters safety, and Robb with his cold and stern look of seriousness. After those few moments passed Raynald sigh and loosened up, that was when Robb let go of Raynald.
"We are at your command your grace, what are your orders?" Lord Forrester said as he rested Ironwood on his shoulder.
Robb nodded at all his lords before walking past them and lokoing at all the men, battle-ready and ready to kill some Lannisters. "ALL OF YOU, WITH ME, IT'S TIME WE TAKE THE FIGHT TO THESE BASTARDS!" Robb shouted out as he raised his sword in the air and all of his soldiers did the same. Robb, equipped with his sword and shield, marched forward with all of the lords beside him and behind all of them were thousands of Stark soldiers.
They all marched throughout the camp, killing any Lannister soldier in their way and recruiting any surviving Stark bannermen to their march. This continued on for almost an hour, they cleared out most of the camp before reaching a massive host of Lannister men all grouped up in the camp. The two parties met face to face, staring each other down. A massive battle was about to commence. By now, Robb was completely covered in blood and his sword and shield were in the same state. Beside him were Robb's uncle Edmure, in similar attire like his nephew, Lord Jason Mallister, wielding a hand axe and shield with plate armor, Lord Gregor Forrester, wielding his greatsword and shield along with wearing boiled leather, and Raynald Westerling, having only a longsword with chainmail and plate armor.
Opposite of the Stark army was the Lannister ambush party. All of them were armed with the same red and gold armor and having The Lion of Lannister on their chestplates. Each one of the Lannister soldiers coordinated and ready to fight. On the other side there were Robb's men, tired and uncoordinated soldiers, using a mix of whatever they could have grabbed in time yet filled with a determined fire, filled to the brim with hate for The Lannisters. The two were about to charge at each other, all had weapons in their hands and wearing some kind of armor.
Then, before the battle could happen, a battle horn was sounded. Everyone turned to the horizon where the sun was still rising. On the horizon an army of armored cavalry was standing there. It was at this moment Robb thought he and his army was doomed. The cavalry didn't look like they were from The North nor from The Riverlands. 'This is it... we're doomed' Robb thought to himself. However, he looked at The Lannister party and they looked as suprised as his own men were. Those weren't Lannister men, they didn't wear Westerland armor nor did they have any Westerland banners that Robb knew of. The sun blocked his view, but that was when he saw the banner...
A golden rose on a field of green.
Note:
Alright people, chapter 50. The big five-o.
Once again I can't stress my sorryness (yes Luke that's a word, you are english good, you can word good) for the lack of content in these past few weeks. Like I keep saying school is being a bitch to me and my job is so tiring that when I come back home from like 12 hours of pure work I have to study for 4 test tommorow so for one, I don't have the time, and secondly, I am really tired whenever I come home so there.
I wanted this chapter to have like two other POV's (Cregan and Sansa's) and make it a 10,000 word chapter but I had you guys waiting a week for a new update and I didn't want to keep you guys waiting another two weeks for a new chapter. So yeah I'll be splitting this into two parts.
This chapter was basically a catch-up on Robb's story and, once again, sorry if the romance stuff with him and Jeyne is extremely awkward and cringey but hey once again I suck at romance. Also, I'm happy to finally put this aspect of the war in the story (and if you don't know what that is by just the final sentence of this chapter then... do you even GoT brah?!). And, despite me not being good at romance, I did feel kinda nice writing the scene between Robb and Jeyne comforting each other. Last thing, if you guys notice I gave Gregor Forresters sword a name "Ironwood". Why? You ask yourselves. Well in the telltale game the greatsword is treated like an ancestral gift, passed down for every lord of Ironrath, so hence in this story it's Valyrian Steel... deal with it *YEAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAH*.
As always I hope you enjoyed the chapter, please do post your reviews and tell me your thoughts on the story so far, your advice etc. Thank you for all the reviews, favorites and follows and I will see you all next time.
