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Sequel to Lady of Winterfel


Chapter Five: The Taking of Casterly Rock.

Staring up at Casterly Rock, Robb was relieved that they had made it this far without attracting the attention that he had thought they would; two armies moving through the Westerlands was hard to conceal. The fact that everyone seemed to be distracted by the impending Royal Wedding only helped; from what Robb knew Joffrey was to marry the Tyrell girl in a matter of days, they could not have timed this more perfectly. With all the important Lannisters being away from the Rock, there would never be a better time to attack than there was now; there would be hardly any defences and that was what they had counted on.

"Shoot down any Ravens that leave the Rock. We don't want them warning anyone," Robb ordered knowing that while most will have gone to the capital for the wedding, there was a chance that there could be some Lannisters still around. The last thing that they needed was their element of surprise being completely ruined; there was no way that what was happening could reach King's Landing before the Rock had been taken.

Holding onto the reigns of his horse, Robb stared at the Rock not sure what to make of it; he hoped that his plan to take it would work. Arthur had been most helpful when it came to planning, he had told him stories that he had heard from Tyrion Lannister about how he used to sneak women into the rock. The stories had been extremely helpful and Robb was certain that they would pay off if true, he could only hope that this would work; there was no telling if the stories were even true but it was worth a try.

Stannis approached him on his own horse, he stared up at the castle that had longed belonged to the Lannisters; he had to admit that he had not thought they would have it this ease. It had taken them weeks to travel through the countryside with the army, not wishing to be spotted by Lannister spies or anyone that might tip them off to ruin the surprise.

"It appears the Lannister Army is not here," Stannis mused, he doubted that Tywin even realised that his own castle was in danger; he would be too busy preparing for the impending union between the false king and his bride. The Crown was in debt as it was and they would no doubt have borrowed more from the Iron Bank in an attempt to pay for the celebrations that were about to take place.

Robb nodded his head, thankful for that especially when they did not want to have a drawn-out battle; every step that he made now was imperative, there was much at stake for him and they could not afford to mess up. If he and Sanira had been killed at the Twins, Robb did not want to think what would have happened to his son; Karlon would have been left orphaned and there was no saying that he would have been left alive.

The Boltons would have found him sooner or later and Robb could not imagine what they would have done to him especially with the reports he was getting about the cruelty of Ramsey Snow. The Bolton bastard had apparently murdered his own brother so that he could become heir, their where whispers about what he was doing to the Stark lands and those who had once been loyal to House Stark near Winterfell.

What Robb did now was for his family, things were not going to be simple and he wanted nothing more than to be at home with them but that could not happen until they were safe. The Lannisters would never leave them alone and after the attempt that they had made on his life, the life of his wife and what they had tried to do to the North.

Robb stared at Casterly Rock, he knew that it would only be a matter of time before they had captured the Rock; he doubted that whoever was inside knew just what was coming for them. The Lannisters were about to learn what it was like to lose their home, it was just the beginning of what they were going to lose and Robb knew that the House of Lannister was coming to an end. Their legacy was a lie and no one would forget that once Robb was done with them, there was nothing that was going to stop them and he would ensure that no one would suffer because of a Lannister again.


Pursing her lips as she made her way through Casterly Rock, Lady Arlenna Tremaine held her head high annoyed that her brother had ordered her to remain here after the mess that she had made in the North. A part of her had hoped that she would be welcomed at the capital especially with the royal wedding happening any day now; she had hoped to be able to enjoy such a royal occasion.

She had done everything that Tywin had ever asked of her, she had married the Northern Lord and had his children; she had poisoned that husband so that she could take control of Aeredale and make sure that he could not send his men to support the Stark Army. Now instead of being at the wedding of her King and the Tyrell girl, Arlenna was stuck here at the Rock until her brother decided on what he would do next with her; she felt like a little girl again waiting for her father to pay attention to her. Arlenna still recalled how disappointed she had been when she had been informed that she would marry into House Tremaine; a house with royal ties and good breeding.

Unity, Strength, Kindness.

Arlenna wrinkled her nose at the thought of the words, they did nothing to invoke the feelings of Hear Me Roar; she would always be proud of her House and she was pleased with what Tywin had accomplished since their father had passed. Their father had been a joke, someone that Lords had taken advantage of; she had been ashamed of him and what he had done to their great house.

Even as the youngest child, Arlenna knew that no one respected Tytos; he was a pushover that made poor choice, her own sister had been married into the unworthy House Frey. Wandering around the place that she had once called home, Arlenna could not help but compare it to the hovel that she had called a home for the past thirty-one years.

She was most thankful that she would not have to return there, it had been an embarrassment and when she had tried to make changes, she had been stopped by Rolan or his mother. Her late husband had tried to keep his ancestral home the same and did not seem to understand that she was Lady of the House and it was up to her to make them look presentable for their guests. Rolan had even refused to send their sons to be wards here at the rock, it would have been such an honour but he had chosen Northern houses for that since they were destined to be heathens like their father.

"My Lady. There is an army approaching," a Maester shouted rushing towards Arlenna, panic painted across his face and he clutched at his robes; he had never seen the like and he could not imagine who would be daring enough to attack Casterly Rock. It was the ancestral seat of the House of Lannister, no one would dare attack them when their liege lord was away attending his royal grandson's wedding in the capital.

Arlenna stared at him, she was sure that Tywin would have sent a raven to say that he was sending an army; she saw no reason that he should when they had defeated the North. Once the Maester was before her, he struggled to catch his breath and she stared at him with distaste; Arlenna knew that he reported everything that she had done to her brother since she had arrived.

"What are their banners?" Arlenna asked concerned, she feared just who might be at the door right now especially after poisoning her husband to death though she doubted Aeredale had the numbers to threaten them. She held no regrets in her role in his death nor the fact that her actions had led to the death of her daughter and son-in-law; never mind all the men and women murdered at the Twins.

It had been her duty as a member of House Lannister, she would not weep for those who were of no importance to her; she had dealt with the traitors that had threatened her great nephew's throne. The Maester hesitated for a moment, he knew what he had seen but he knew that it could not be possible since the North had been beaten into submission after the wedding at the Twins.

"A burning heart as the banner for his house, modified with the stag head of House Baratheon in the middle and a grey direwolf on a white background, over a green escutcheon," the Maester whispered trying to make sense of what he had seen. Arlenna stared at him, she thought for a moment that he was trying to trick her; there was no way that those banners could be outside the Rock, not when both armies had been destroyed.

Her hands trembled and there was only one thing that she could do in this situation and Arlenna was not about to allow herself to be taken as a hostage.


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