A.N. Hello everyone, sorry for the long wait, but here we are at the climax of this story. I'm wondering if I should make an epilogue chapter, or just wrap everything up here. We'll know soon enough. Now the customary Stat Chart:
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Thanks for everyone who stuck with me through this story. It's been a blast. Also, I think it's acceptable to say the canon timeline for GoT has been altered, yup. But hey, that's what makes this fun
James looked over the Forrester Walls and saw the army in front of them. Everything was set, and all they were waiting on was the Whitehills. Talia joined him atop the wall and leaned against him.
"One way or another, this war is going to end." James says, wrapping his arm around her shoulder
"I know we'll win. You and your men, not to mention your sister, will keep us safe."
"I love you Talia."
"And I love you."
The two walked down and met up with James' sister, who was sharpening her sword.
"You two'd better get ready. The Whitehills are suppose to be here soon." Melissa says without looking up at the two
"Alright. let's go Talia."
They went into the great hall, where the Winter, Forrester, and sell swords were already getting into their small pits. James helped place the covers over the doors while Lady Forrester called Talia away to help her with another matter.
Outside, Gwyn Whitehill arrived on her own by horseback in what appeared to be a hurry, and asked to speak with Rodrik and Asher. She was brought to the two men, who were talking in the Great hall, and were slightly surprised to see her with a troubled face.
"Gwyn, what's the matter?" Asher asks
"Oh Asher, it's good to see you again, but I have bad news. My father intends on killing you all during the wedding."
"What?" Rodrik exclaims
"I overheard him talking with his men, and I felt I should warn you. I want us to be happy together, but we won't be happy if my father goes through with his plan. It's a good thing my father sent me to try and make you surrender, he shouldn't suspect a thing."
"Gwyn, you're committing treason against your lord, your father. Are you sure about this?" Rodrik asks
Gwyn stares Rodrik in the face and says yes.
"Very well, but understand that you will be under watch until this war has ended, understood?"
"Yes, my lord."
Gwyn was escorted out by a Winter and Forrester soldier and left to deliver the message that the Forresters were ready to "surrender".
"Can we trust her?" James asks Rodrik
"We'll find out soon enough."
After a long few minutes, Lord Whitehill arrived with an identically large man that James killed, his daughter, son, and a group of soldiers. The large man walked up to James with a sneer on his face.
"I'm told the man that killed my brother was the son of the Winters. That's you."
"And you are?"
"Harys, and I'm gonna be your doom."
Harys walked past and continued following his lord.
"Bastard, I bet he can't even hold that sword of his properly." Melissa says, standing next to her brother
"He's here to intimidate us, but it won't work. Come on, let's head inside to join in on the 'festivities'."
The two winter children entered and made their way to the great hall. In another part of the North, there is a very annoyed Warden of the North.
"Ramsay, I've been hearing word that the Northern houses have been fighting. In fact, it's caught the attention of the king. Apparently he's starting to question my station as Warden of the North." Roose Bolton says
"I shall end the conflict immediately if you wish, father."
"No, I shall end this foolish conflict. You will accompany me though."
"Of course father."
Roose Bolton gathered his men and had them march towards House Forrester. It took a good day to arrive, and what he saw angered him greatly.
[Before Roose Bolton's Arrival]
Lord Whitehill strutted into the Great hall like he owned the place, and walked up to the Forrester and Winter leaders. A few Whitehill men shoved some of the sellswords out of the way.
"Rodrik, who would have thought that you'd be welcoming me into your halls. Consider it a great honor."
"It's an honor that we may combine our two houses in marriage." Rodrik says his very rehearsed speech
"What!?" Ludd exclaims in confusion
"Let's get on with it."
The houses all take their seats, but Lord Whitehill insisted on taking the chair at the head of the table.
"It's just a chair." Asher says
"By all means Lord Whitehill, if you wish to have this seat then by all means take it." Rodrik says
"I can take whatever the f*** I want. Something's not right though."
"Father, please." Gwyn says
After that altercation ended, everyone took their seat. Gryff threw insults at Asher about his 'honor' and how he would do anyone, or thing, for the right price.
"Gryff, do you recall what I did to your giant? I suggest you stop acting so childish before another incident like that occurs." James says
"Enough Gryff, sit down already and let's drink!" Ludd says
Talia brought some wine and poured Lord Whitehill's glass. She then took a seat next to James and wrapped her hand in his. James noticed a few Whitehills with crossbows hanging lazily in their arms, or put under their tables for easy access.
"What shall we toast to?" Gwyn asks
"To family." Rodrik says, raising his glass.
Everyone follows as well and they drink their wine.
"Ah, that was refreshing," Lord Whitehills states, "But not as good as our wine of course."
To an inexperienced man the look he threw his soldiers would have gone un-noticed, but Rodrik, Asher, James, and Melissa noticed and discreetly rested their hands on the hilts of their swords.
"You know, Rodrik, I have a feeling that this wedding will benefit us all. To make my point..."
Lord Whitehill signals his men to attack, and the few crossbow men shot at the Forresters and Winters at the table. James and Beskha sprung to action and used their chairs to block the crossbow bolts. Everyone in the room went into a battle frenzy, and the hiding troops sprung out and attacked. Asher jumped onto the table and started crossing blades with Gryff while Lord Whitehill made his retreat. Rodrik pursued him and ran out of the Great Hall.
Gwyn took cover behind Melissa, who cut down a Whitehill soldiers that was stupid enough to try and attack her. Melissa made her way into the center of the room, where she assisted her brother with a small group of Whitehills.
"How many are you at brother?" Melissa asks.
"I've got seven, how about you?"
"Only at five."
In a matter of seconds, the remaining Whitehills were killed and Gryff lay dead at Asher's feet. Gwyn made her way over to him and wrapped her arms around him in a comforting hug. James and Melissa made their way outside to see Rodrik rallying his men. James and Melissa did the same and stood beside Rodrik, waiting for his order.
Rodrik gave the order to charge, and everyone surged forward. They saved as many smallfolk as they could and cut down many Whitehills at the same time. James and Rodrik saw an opening to Lord Whitehill, and the two charged forward, only to be stopped by Harys atop a horse. Poor horse.
Harys swung at Rodrik with his mace and rode past him. James tossed Rodrik a spear, and he dismounted Harys from the horse. James and Rodrik faced off against Harys, and blocked his blows that came at a surprisingly fast speed. Harys knock James into some Whitehills soldiers, who were cut down when James arced his sword in a wide horizontal swipe.
James then looked to see Rodrik being pinned down by Harys, and Talia ran in with armor and stabbed Harys in the shoulder with a knife.
"You Forrester b*tch!." Harys says, easily punching Talia a good few feet away from him. James gritted his teeth and charged forward with a war cry that his father would be proud of. He then barraged Harys with multiple blows and finally knocked the sword out of his hands. James grabbed another sword laying on the ground and started impaling Harys in his chest over and over until Rodrik stopped him.
"James! That's enough, he's dead!" Rodrik says, pulling James off the mutilated body.
James tossed the second sword away and looked around the area to assess the situation. The Whitehills were being cut down, but it wouldn't be long for the gate to be busted down. Even in battle, everyone heard the sound of a horn being blown from the hill a good distance away.
Rodrik ran to the top of the wall, where Asher was finishing off a Whitehill. The two were joined by Melissa, who pointed out that shadows were coming over the hill. It was her father.
Marcus Winter was sharpening his sword when a squire came into his tent to tell him that a battle had ensued. Marcus sheathed his sword and made his way to the ridge of the hill and looked at the chaos.
"Get my armor boy." Marcus says in an authoritative tone.
The squire ran off to fetch Marcus' armor while he rallied the troops. After his men were assembled Marcus had his squire armor him up as his Master-At-Arms hand him his mace.
"On this day, we shall crush our enemies and avenge my son, who was killed by the Whitehills! Now we shall destroy the Whitehills once and for all!" Marcus yells, mounting up on his horse.
The Winter soldiers mounted as well and waited for the signal. Marcus nodded to the squire as he blew the horn.
Marcus charged forward with his men trailing behind him. He raised his mace into the air and swung it downwards as he got close to the Whitehills and decimated their numbers.
Melissa let out a cheer as he father broke the Whitehills lines. Rodrik realized that they were flanking the Whitehills. If they were able to hold onto Ironrath then they had a chance at winning.
"Form up men! Hold the gate!" Rodrik yells.
The Forresters rush to the gate and hold it against the battering ram as best they can. Rodrik could see James embracing Talia in the courtyard and smiled as he pulled her into cover.
James moved Talia to cover in the forge. He then gently rested his and on the bruise that was starting to form on the side of Talia's cheek.
"You gonna be ok?" James asks.
"I'll be fine. I've got you to protect me." Talia responds, "I wanted to give you something I asked the blacksmith to make."
Talis walks around the forge and pulls out a beautiful long sword with an ironwood handle. Talia hands James the sword and he swings it around to test it.
"This is a nice sword. Thank you Talia." James says, giving Talia a peck on the cheek.
"T-thank you, J-James." Talia says, blushing
"Now, listen carefully. I want you to stay here for now. Now wait, before you start protesting, I know you can hold your own, but I can't see you go down again like when you saved your brother."
"James, I can-"
"I don't want to see you die!" James blurts out, "I've already died, and I don't want to have to resurrect you. I don't want to feel your skin turn cold and the life flee from your eyes."
"Is that why you're always so cold? You've died before coming here?"
"...Yes. Fighting a group of mercenaries, one got the drop on me. When my family is resurrected through the snow out scars are gone, but we're left with an everlasting cold."
Talia wraps her arm around James in a hug.
"I don't care if you're different from anyone else. I love you, and I will fight with you."
"Talia-"
"NO! I said I love you, and that means I'm not leaving you. We'll fight together."
James thought it over for what felt like hours but in reality was only a minute.
"Alright. Grab a shield and we'll face those Whitehill bastards." James says.
After Talia grabbed her shield the two exited and were met by two Whitehill soldiers. James took the one of the left while Talia fought the one of the right. James overwhelmed his opponent with quick slashes from his two swords and cut him down quickly. Talia applied a method she thought of after her and James spared. Talia covered her body with the shield and charged forward. The Whitehill soldier pushed the shield out of the way only to be met with a sword through the chest.
"Very well done, Talia." James praises.
Outside of Ironrath Marcus was crushing the Whitehill men and noticed Lord Bolton looking at the battlefield from afar. Marcus smirked as he knew things were going to get very complicated for the Warden of the North.
A.N. I guess we wait 'till next chapter. No spoilers, but season 6 is good so far.
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