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Chapter 2

Wineiri Baratheon

Her father called the banners as the Wilding army is coming here. This leader of a wilding army named himself not the King beyond the walls, but Tsar named Ivan son of Bromol.

From the reports of her spies, he is known as Ivan the Terrible. His cruelty knows no bounds.

The king is in discussions with Lord Stark and the other Northern Lords.

She looked outside as many of the common people are hiding in Wintertown or Winterfell if lucky not to get taken by them.

"Margaery," She called in Lady Tyrell. "My princess."

"Take this to your brother's fastest ravens and send this to my uncle in Dragonstone's." She slips the letter into her hand.

"Yes, princess." Leave to the rose of Tyrells. For she has sharper thorns than everyone.

For now, Wineiri must wait for the right time to arise.

The locations of the wildings are shown in her dreams. There will be blood on the battlefield and a sacrifice of royal blood must be made for peace.

Last night, Wineiri talked to one of her own ancestry drops of blood.

Dreams:

Wineiri sat on the rocks and watch Dragonstone water waves through the currents.

"It used to be my favorite pastime as well." A lovely woman voiced said to the doe princess.

She was slim in the waist and small of breasts, with a long neck, a fair complexion, and a high forehead. She was tall and straight, unbowed by time. She had clear, blue eyes and high cheekbones. In old age, her hair turned white as snow. She wore it in a bun, pulled back, and pinned it behind her ears.

This is Alysanne Targaryen known as Good Queen Alysanne, was the queen consort of her brother, King Jaehaerys I Targaryen. Alysanne was a dragonrider whose dragon was Silverwing.

"Yes. I trust that somehow something changes once I'm in the North."

"It was child play, but none a less. I did show them the way to break out of the wall." The Targaryen queen giggles.

Wineiri nodded and said, "I hope that my plans do not fail me." If all things fail, then what hope does her kingdom ever have to survive?

The good queen gently put her hand over hers. "My child, I had the same doubt as any queen would have. In fact, my mistakes almost cast me my first years as queen and my life when I was younger, but I am giving you the secret. Many would say a woman's place is being an obedient and dutiful wife. While I always believed that penitent and obedient be damn. For I am Hidden and patient, that will be my motto."

"Hidden and Patient."

Wineiri agreed and awaken from her sleep.

Wineiri stood tall and looked around as many of the men are preparing for the siege.

She knew that she has one shot at this.

'For better or worse, I need to protect my kingdom.' The princess thought to herself.

"Hidden and patient," Wineiri confirmed that motto.

She will not fail.


Robert Baratheon

It was the excitement that came to him once again.

He never thought that he would fight again.

This time, it is in the North.

Perhaps, it is the sign of the Gods to have him come to Ned because of this threat. Robert enters the halls as many of North's Bannermen come to Winterfell.

"Your grace," Many of the Northmen muttered greetings to him.

"Well, where we standings are?"

"House of Umber managed to send few able men to Winterfell. However, Last Hearth is under a tough siege fighting them off." Lord Karstarks answered.

His lands are not suffering but Umbers are still under siege until they bring an army towards them.

Robert grunted, "Good. How many of them?"

"Reports that said from our Scouters and ravens from Last Hearth had said it is over fifty thousand. Maybe if we cut their travels, we can at least stop them from reaching south." Lord Glover suggested his king.

"Even if did. I doubt that will stop them." Lord Bolton answered. The Leech Lord knows when to spoke and he plays well in his games. "It seems they are already heading towards my lands." He moved the flag that symbols wildings towards his lands.

They are already crossing villagers and heading for the woods. The King did not doubt the analysis.

"We will gather a few of our men here." He moved the few positions where the hills are and moved to a place called Long Lake.

"We will incept them off here and fight them off. I had already sent few men to come into the North." Robert announced them.

"Who answered your calls?" Ned questioned him.

"Everyone." Robert answered but added, "Also, take your boys and ward. It's time. They need to be men."

Eddard couldn't protest against this.

He had hope that none of them will ever experience war, but this was also to prepare them better.

"Aye your grace."

Robert waved the men off as they prepare for battle.

He is being prepared in his armor and lucky for him. His daughter asked him to bring the Warhammer with them.

Robert looked at his weapon.

He recalls that he used this to slay that bastard Rhaegar for stealing Lyanna and taking his crown. The second time was the Greyjoy rebellion.

Now he is to take up arms again.

"Your grace, queen Cersei wished to speak with you."

Robert sighs and waves them to open the door. There she is. Cersei Lannister is as beautiful as she is, but she is more cold-hearted than ever.

'Why did Jon make me marry her again?' He knows that he needs gold, but Tywin Lannister is no fool and his ambition is boundless.

"What is it, woman?" Robert grunted.

"You are going to fight those savages," Cersei commented. Robert rolled his eyes. Gods, this woman doesn't know her place.

"Yes. I am sure you wished me gladding's and luck to come back alive." He sarcastically retorted words to her.

That's all Cersei has. Words and not enough action.

"Of course, since all you lust for whores and battles." Cersei retorted. She loves to push his temper, does she?

"Yes." No point in denying it.

"Also, Joffrey will be coming with me."

"Pardon?" Cersei tensely replied. Oh boy, here comes another shouting and arguing. Telling him what to do and what not to do. Geez, Lannister's always smug face bastards the lot of them.

"He is the crown prince and needs to fight in battle." Robert confirmed his words, but as always Cersei started yelling, "You can't! He is still young!"

"I can and I just did!" Robert already had enough of his wife's exhortation and protection.

"My son! Is not going anywhere!" She cried out to her brute of a husband.

"Ser Barristan!" He called out of his guard. Ser Barristan came and greeted both the royals.

"Yes, your grace?"

"Take the queen with the other women. She is making a fuss for nothing." Robert ordered Ser Barristan.

He bowed and went to escort the queen, but she shrugged violently and answered, "I can make myself go."

Cersei huffed and left in her haughty fashion.

Robert has no time for this.

As he looked at his armor and nodded to himself. Satisfied that he is now ready.

He grabbed his Warhammer and went to the courtyard.

Ned is taking his sons both legitimate and bastard including his ward. And that includes his own son, Joffrey.

Forced into armor that boy of his can be a disappointment.

Robert went towards his horse and got onto his saddle. Robert looked around and Ned who nodded back at him.

"Men!" Robert called out. "To arms!" His fist was up in the air as the men repeated, "To arms!"

The doors opened as Robert lead the men out of Winterfell to fight the Wilding army.

Robert rode towards the outside of Winterfell and headed to victory.

Now it is time to change the course of destiny.


Catelyn Stark

It has been days since Ned had left to deal with the Northern matters.

She dreaded this turn of an event.

She had high hopes that peace is restore. The two times the rebellion happen were Robert's Rebellion and the Greyjoy Rebellion.

Catelyn Stark had grown used to minor problems whether it is between commoner's cases, noble lord's quarrels, or even deserters.

But never in her life, had she felt fear like this.

'A wilding army. How could this happen?' Catelyn prayed to the Seven Gods for her husband's return and for her son to stay alive. She wonders if this was her punishment. For now, the gods seemed eager to take her husband and firstborn son to battle, making her feel powerless against them.

'You cannot defy fate nor can you trample them.' Catelyn looked up and saw the princess avoid her small temple like a plague.

She noticed that princess Wineiri doesn't seem to pray to them, but she did make a show that she is pretending she does.

Cat wonders if the princess doesn't believe in the sevens anymore.

Maybe, she lost faith in them since she saw that her own family is different from hers. Cat saw the intelligence hidden behind her eyes.

She had heard rumors going around that since Lord Hand, Jon Arryn had passed, the princess temporarily took over until the new Lord Hand can come by the king's side.

Princess helps the docks and trading going around.

She even proposes reform of laws such as the benefit of farmers and lands of inheritances. She managed two successes of them, but books that were considered forbidden are still going on.

She stood up and wished to talk to the princess.

"Princess Wineiri," Catelyn called out towards her and curtsies before the princess.

"Lady Stark," The princess answered with caution and weary.

She supposed it was because Wildings' army and her father and brother are at battle right now.

"I was wondering, why do you not wish to pray at my Sept?"

Princess Wineiri didn't even hesitate and said, "I gave up on ever praying statues."

Catelyn is startled, but she is persisted in knowing why.

"Why is that princess?"

"They are neither allies nor enemies. For they can only watch and do what pleases them by staying silent. All except the Stanger seemed to get his work done." Princess Wineiri paused at looked at her.

It was like looking at someone who had seen betrayal and death.

"Never forget that Gods are fickle beings, and we must accept that they can't do all things for us. However, we do have the power to change destinies if we accept to endure our consequences for the greater good."

Catelyn saw an odd fascination like she was standing before a queen. The opposite of what she saw in both Cersei Lannister and Rhaella Targaryen.

If chances or rather gods set a plan for the young princess.

But Catelyn cannot accept that idea. For she is the woman born of the sevens and doesn't believe that notion from the princess at all.

"I don't believe that-?"

BRRRRAWHHHHH!

Horns sounded off as the guardsmen's announced, "It's the King! The King's army has arrived at Winterfell!"

'Ned!' Her conversations were completely forgotten as she went past the princess to go and greet her husband and son.

Robert Baratheon looked grim and bloody. Her heart quickens in fear.

BA-BUMP!

No! Please, anyone but her loved ones.

It couldn't be Ned or worse her son as the gods find it fit to punish her.

By she felt relieved as she saw Ned and Robb are alive and well. It seemed that the Gods had spared Theon Greyjoy and Jon Snow.

"Ned," She greeted her husband with a hug and kissed.

"Are you alright? What happened?"

"We won, but not without a sacrifice," Ned replied as he looked at her.

"What do you mean?"

Her husband was about to reply when a scream was heard.

"KYAHH!"

Cersei cries as the Kingsguard brought forward the crown prince Joffrey Baratheon to laid him on the ground.

His body was not moving and lays there bloody. With a big slash across his body wound through his armor and ripped clothes.

"Our camp was attacked, and Prince Joffrey was caught in the fight and panic. He was the first to be slain and he suffered painfully for days before the Stanger took him." Rob answered his mother.

Catelyn looked back at the sight. Cersei roared like a wounded lioness as she wept and hugged her dead firstborn son. Her twin brother Jaime stood by her side as he tried to make her leave her son, but she fought against her brother.

"Aye, Cat, but Lord Bolton and his men volunteer to go and avenged the prince," Ned commented.

Lord Bolton came forward and brought the head of the wilding king Ivan the Terrible.

He throws the head on the courtyard as all people witnessed the defecation of the wilding king.

Catelyn looked at Lord Roose Bolton and a young man stood by his side.

He kneeled before the queen where Jaime is hugging and holding Cersei in a tight embrace and looked at the Northern Lord.

"This is the man who killed your son, the crown Prince Joffrey. You may do as you see fit with his head." He gestured the head on the ground.

Cersei looked at him with wet red eyes then the head of the King beyond the walls.

"Give a dagger."

"Sister." Ser Jaime calls her. As the queen escaped his embrace and stood before Lord Bolton with unhidden rage.

Cersei heaved and said, "I order you to give me a dagger."

The young man who was besides Lord Bolton gave the dagger to the queen with a bow as he said, "My queen."

Cersei walked towards the wilding head and collapsed onto the ground as slowly she unleashed the dagger.

SUNK!

She used the dagger to stab the head then started to aggressively stab the head by grunting and panting then let out a scream as she got tired then spit on him. Finally, she tossed the head to the other side with a shout.

"Aah!"

Catelyn saw the queen panting as if she just let the anger rush out. She couldn't blame the queen. If she were in her place, she would have done the same thing if it was her son laying there.

Ser Jaime went towards the queen and gently coax her to get up.

"The wilding armies had been defeated!" Robert announced and said, "All will be remembered that they fought bravely and duty to their king!"

"Long live King Robert!" Everyone cheered as Catelyn saw the princess in tears as her ladies-in-waiting stood by her side.

The princess looked at prince Joffrey's body and focus on him.

What Catelyn did not know was Princess Wineiri was crying in relief that her monster of a brother is dead, but she will always cry for little Joff the brother who she used to be close to and love.


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Next Chapter, Lord Bolton booms for his reward, and fate changes for the North.