The Second Stark
Season 2 Episode 8: As Hard as Ironwood
Lyra Waters, (15 years old)
In the week that followed their return to his brother's camp, Lyra had no seen Will. The last she saw him was when he dropped her off into the hands of the Dacey, who took her to the Maester's tent. She had been eating her fill, and sleeping more then she cared to admit. However, she had managed to regain most of her strength. Other than the occasional pain in her burnt arm, she felt perfectly healthy again. She wanted with every fiber of her being to get out of this bed, to return to Will's side, but the Maester still was not budging, no matter how much she protested.
"Oh come on Maester! I feel fine, I don't know why you're keeping me here!" She urged to elderly man.
He shook his head at her. "I am sorry My Lady, but I am under strict orders from Prince William, not to let you leave until I am sure you are in perfect health." He told her.
"But I am!" Lyra reasoned.
He shook his head. "No, your arm is far to exposed. It could become easily infected. I have to figure out a way to cover it. Bandages would simply fall off after a time." He told her.
Lyra sighed exasperatedly, and shook her head. "But Maester, I can move I can fight I'm fine! I'm Will's sworn shield, I need to be with him." She asked desperately.
The elderly Maester sighed and shook his head. "Prince William also told me you were spirited, and would protest to be with him no matter what. I am sorry my Lady, I promise to have you out of here soon." He told her, walking away before she could protest more.
Lyra sighed in annoyance before slamming her head back down on her pillow. She wanted out of that bed more than anything in the world. The worst part was her armor was on a stand right out of her reach, along with her sword and bow. Her hand was itching to grab them both, and go fight something. After being in the helpless situation she had been in the past month, she wanted to know what it was like to feel strong again.
"Feeling any better Lyra?" A voice asked.
She looked over and managed to smile widely at Sansa and Arya who had both come to visit her again. While she could not see Will as much as she wanted, but Sansa and Arya had been visiting her in the Measters tent. She loved seeing the two Stark sisters. She had been told before by Will that the two of them used to fight so much. Lyra was glad she could bring the two closer together, the two rarely fought now, and seemed to get on extremely well now. That was something else Lyra wanted, she wanted to continue training with the two. Sansa was progressing nicely, and Arya reminded Lyra more and more of her younger self by the day.
She shook her head. "I need to get out of this bed before I go crazy. I… I really want to see your brother." She admitted.
Sansa laughed and managed a smile at her. "He wants to see you to believe me. It's just ever since Robb's marriage to Talisa, some Lords have begun to question him for being an oath breaker. He's been needing Will more and more." She explained to her.
Lyra sighed. She knew that Will would do anything for her. However she also knew that he would do the same for his family. If his older brother needed help running the armies and the Kingdom, then he would do it. However this was even more reason she needed to get out of this bed. She had studied the movement of armies, and had seen how a Kingdom was run, Jon Arryn was fantastic at it, despite all the gold her father liked to spend.
Lyra sighed and leaned her head against the pillow again. "Well, I guess that means I'll be stuck here even longer. My damn arm is fine, I just wish I had something to cover it." She told the two of them.
She knew another battle was coming soon. She had heard the mumbling of soldiers in the last week. Oxcross was where the army would be moving soon. She knew she wanted to be with Will and the rest of the army when they went. She was itching for a good fight. She was able to bend the fingers on her left hand again now. She was able to use her sword in both hands, so it wouldn't have mattered, but now having both, it was good for her/
Arya was the one to smile this time. "Well actually, Sansa and I we wanted to… give you something. As a thank you for all that you've done for us." She told her.
Lyra didn't have time to ask further, before Sansa pulled a long leather sleeve out of her bag. It had a strap on one end, leading down an arm's length piece of leather. It had a Stark sigil neatly sewn into the shoulder part of it. Sansa handed it to her, and Lyra was speechless.
"You're like our sister now Lyra. We decided we should give you something back. Is should cover your arm." Sansa told her.
"Hopefully you'll be our sister for real soon." Arya chimed in before she could respond.
Lyra went red and smiled looking down at what the two Starks had given her. She slid her arm through the sleeve and tightened the strap around her shoulder. She slipped her fingers through the holes that had been cut for them at the bottom. It was a perfect fit. She stretched and bent her fingers and moved her arm to feel more comfortable, but it already was. The grade of leather the two had used, could probably save her from a light strike or a dagger blow.
Lyra looked up at the two Starks and smiled. "Thank you… the both of you. This means I can finally get out of here! Where's Will and Robb now?" She asked the two of them.
As soon as she asked she regretted it. Sansa's face fell, and Arya's turned to one of rage. She looked like she could cut through and entire army at the moment. That must be the wolfs blood in the young Stark.
Sansa wisely spoke up, before Arya could go on a rant. "Now is… not exactly the best time to go see them. They are meeting with the other commanders in Robb's tent. They aren't in the greatest of moods." She explained.
"Well can you expect them to be!?" Arya yelled incredulously.
Lyra looked to Sansa for an explanation. The older Stark girl sighed. "Theon, has sacked Winterfell in his father's name. He… he killed our brothers Bran and Rickon."
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William Stark, Second born son of Eddard Stark, Prince of the North (15 years old)
Will never knew he could possibly hate a person more than he did King Joffrey. He never thought he'd find a person he wanted to run through more than the little blonde shit, however after hearing of Theon's treachery, he had found someone he wanted to run through more. He'll admit he never really liked Theon that much, he was always an arrogant little prick, and however he always respected him for being such a loyal friend to Robb, and a loyal ward for his father. He like Robb would never have expected it. Despite the rage that boiled inside him, he knew he had to be the one to keep calm.
Because Robb certainly was not.
He slammed his fists down on the table. "How could he!? We treated him like one of our own! We're moving the army back North now." He said standing up.
Will looked at his brother in shock, his mother, and Roose Bolton who had given the news did as well. As much as Will wanted to descend an army of 40,000 Northmen upon Theon, and have each one of them stab him once before tossing him in a ditch, or having his own and his siblings direwolves tear him limb from limb. He knew he had to be the one to speak with sense here.
He looked at his brother. "Are you mad Robb!? I'm just as angry as you are, but we can't march the armies all the way back North!" He reasoned.
"HOW can I be king if I can't even hold my own castle!?" His brother yelled.
His mother spooke up next. "Let me ride for Winterfell, and talk with Theon!" She shouted.
Robb shook his head. "No, there will be no talking he will die for this." He said in a deadly tone.
Will walked up behind his brother. "Robb listen. We have the Lannister's on the run! If we turn back now we lose all the progress we've made! Give me a 50 men that's all I need. I'll ride for Winterfell with mother, Arya, and Sansa. I'll take Winterfell back, leave the three of them there where they'll be safe, then join you back here." He suggested to his older brother.
Will his whole life had been sort of a go-between for whenever his siblings were angry. He always had a way of defusing a situation, whether it was Sansa and Arya arguing over something, Bran and Rickon chasing each other, or Jon and Theon arguing. He seemed to always know exactly what to say, and how to say it, to calm his siblings down. When you were dealing with Starks that wasn't exactly easy, so Will sometimes marveled at his talent for it.
Robb sighed and calmed down slightly, but he shook his head. "No Will, I can't afford to lose you as well. I need you next to me, you're leading the cavalry in the special mission for Oxcross, and I need you here, besides I trust no one more than you." He said to him.
Despite the warm feeling that fluttered from having his older brother trust him so much, Will bit the bottom of his lip. He was about to suggest another course of action, when Lord Bolton spoke up behind them.
"Allow me to offer another solution Your Grace." He said respectfully.
Will didn't know what it was about Roose Bolton. He always spoke in such a respectful tone, and seemed so committed to their cause, however whenever Will saw his crooked face, he just got a bad feeling.
When the two Starks looked at him he went on. "Allow me to send my son with 50 of my men to retake Winterfell. I will also get word to my bastard at the Dreadfort, together they can march and retake Winterfell. I'm sure they would be honored." He told them.
While he had the sinking feeling that he could not trust Roose Bolton, Will knew for a fact he could trust Domeric. Domeric had just gone to Dragonstone and back with him, he helped him save Lyra, so he knew he could trust him. He nodded his head, and looked to Robb, who sighed and fell into a chair. He nodded his head.
"Lord Bolton tell Domeric I wish to speak with him before he leaves." Will told the Lord of the Dreadfort before he left.
"Of course My Prince." He said, before bowing and leaving.
After he left Robb looked over at Will. He had a questioning look on his face. "Do you trust Lord Bolton? Or his bastard?" He asked him out of the blue.
He looked at his older brother skeptically. Of course Lord Bolton intimidated him. He intimidated most people. His men were ruthless fighters, who took devotion to their Lord seriously. However he made Will felt, he had to assume that he was loyal to his brother. His father always said that Lord Bolton was an ambitious man. He didn't know if he could trust that ambition, but so far he had not shown any sign of treachery. However, no matter how much he questioned Lord Bolton, or how much he feared his bastard son Ramsey's reputation, he knew he could trust Domeric.
"No completely, either of them. However I do trust Domeric, he'll make sure that everything goes correctly." He told his older brother.
He nodded his head. "Good, now we should both go and prepare. We march for Oxcross at dawn. Make sure you meet with Gregor Forrester, he and his men will be the ones accompanying you. You know what father always used to say, -."
"Get to know your men, don't ask them to follow a stranger." Will said with a smile creeping to his face.
Robb smiled to, and nodded to him and their mother, before leaving with Grey Wind at his heels. Will whistled for Norvern to get up, but before he could leave the tent his mother called him.
"Will, please. Stay, I wished to talk with you." His mother asked him.
Will turned around and managed a smile at his mother. Growing up Will had always had a great relationship with her. He would help her with her duties whenever she could, despite the fact the Lord's son and it wasn't exactly common of them to help with a women's duties. He would also help her dissolve any fights that would break out, taking some of the stress away from her.
"What is it mother?" He asked her from across the table.
She sighed, "I… I am sorry to bring it up. However I wanted to discuss your… marriage with you." She said to him.
Will's mood saddened even more. After Robb had told him of his two marriage offers, the first thing he did was panic. He wanted to go and speak with Lyra about it, however he decided he didn't want to spring something like this on her when she was trying to recover. He had three options of marriage now. That was more than he ever thought he would have received in his lifetime. He had tried to put it in the back of his mind in the last week in an effort to help re-stabilize the North's forces, after Robb's marriage to Talisa shook them. He was slightly angry with his brother at first, however after seeing more of her, and speaking to her himself, he can see why his older brother fell for the girl.
He himself wanted to do exactly the same as his brother did, and marry the girl he truly did love. Lyra. He hadn't managed to talk to her since that night near the fire before they returned, but he remembered that she had said she loved him. If he married her, he could go into battle knowing that he was married to the women he loved, and could die knowing that he married her when he had the chance. However, his family and his Kingdom received no benefits from it.
Another offer of marriage he had, was from Myrcella. Will was already betrothed to her once. When King Robert came to Winterfell, he and his father arranged for Sansa to marry Joffrey, and Will to marry Myrcella. Despite the fact he was nearly three years older than her, he enjoyed her company. She was beautiful, intelligent and was one of the kindest souls he ever met. However, he did not love her, he cared for her as an older brother would care for his younger sister, he cared for her the way he cared for Sansa or Arya. However he couldn't help but feel guilty, she said in her letter she was risking her life to escape King's Landing to come to him no matter what. If her married her, her last name Baratheon, could be used to help gain support in the Crownlands and Stormlands.
The final offer, was from further south. It was from Margery Tyrell herself. People say she's the most beautiful maiden in the Seven Kingdoms. She had written to Robb offering her own hand in marriage to Will. Since Renly died, the Reach was now contemplating their options on a side to join in the war. In the letter she said her and her family, if he agreed to marry her, would give the North the full support of the Reach, also, for exchange in their aid in taking King's Landing. Which would make Margery the queen… and Will the King, by right of conquest. Robb had already stated if he chose this option, the kinghood would be Will's, because he did not want it, and would wish for the North to remain independent.
Will sighed and sat down next to his mother. "Can we speak of this later mother? I have a battle to prepare for." He asked her.
She exhaled and looked at him. "I know you do not wish to speak of it Will. However I wanted to ask you… do you truly love her? Lyra?" She asked her.
"Yes, I do. It's the one thing I'm certain of during these times." He told her without a second thought.
She sighed and looked down, before nodding. "You have always been my wise boy Will. Always watching, observing, and learning new things. I also know, you'll do what you think will protect this family. I trust your judgement my son. No matter what you choose, I will support you. I will not chastise you, and give you a hard time like I did Robb." She told him.
Will felt touched. He knew that his mother had given Robb a hard time for marrying Talisa. He managed a small smile. However conflict still swelled up inside him. He felt his sense of duty to his family pulling him away from his personal feelings. He had given up his own personal happiness for the good of his family many times, he didn't mind doing it. However, for the first time in his life, he was feeling selfish.
"I… I don't know what to do mother. We could have so many more men and resources if I marry Myrcella or Margery. When I went to Renly's camp, the reach had over 80'000 men. However… I… I love Lyra, more than anything." He asked his mother.
His mother leaned over and kissed the top of his head. "You will make the correct choice my son. Your name day is not for another two months, you cannot be married until then anyhow." She told him.
Will stood up and stretched his arms. He sighed and looked down and petted Norvern behind the ears. "I… I don't care if people scrutinize me for marrying Lyra, I love her I want to be with her." He said.
His mother gave a small smile and took in a deep breath. "I don't think that you need to worry about that my son. The men are quite taken by their prince. 'The Wise Wolf' some of them have taken to calling you. I must go now my son, we will talk more later." She said before leaving the tent.
Will chuckled at that. 'The Wise Wolf', he liked the ring to it. His father used to tell him, when he was growing up, he and his siblings used to have nicknames to all the Northern Lords. His uncle Brandon Stark was named 'The Wild Wolf', he was 'The Quiet Wolf, my aunt Lyanna was 'The She Wolf', and his uncle Benjen was 'The Young Pup'. Now he and his older brother were given wolf names from the North, 'The Young Wolf' and 'The Wise Wolf', it sounded like a great story to Will.
Will liked to consider himself wise. As he said he was often to glue that kept the Stark children together. They all loved each other of course, however as usual they would all fight sometimes, however Will always knew what to say or do to calm them. In the last week he has had to break of six fights, between Robb's Lords, 10 fights between servants, and even more fights between soldiers in the camps. However now, the men were all united, and ready to march into the Westerlands.
He had been given the task of attempting to find an alternate route into the village of Oxcross. Scouts had reported the village was three days ride from Lannisport, and nestled between woods and a hill range. It was well guarded, and that's where Will came in.
Robb had placed the 1,000 Stark men under his control, along with the men from House Forrester, Gregor Forrester was sending his son Rodrick with Will, along with another 2,000 men. So in total, Will would have 3,000 men under his control. He would be the first wave, after finding a route to where Stafford Lannister was raising his army, Will and Robb, who would have another force of 4,000 men, would attack. If all went to plan, the Lannister's would be caught off-guard and it would be a rout.
Will looked down at Norvern, his wolf had always seemed to mimic his emotions. So the nervousness Will was feeling right now, he could see in him.
He sighed and petted him behind the ears. "Come on boy, time to meet the Forresters." He said, before attempting to leave the tent.
When he opened the flap of the tent however, he heard a voice cry out. "Aye! Watch we're you're going!" A voice said.
In an instant he looked down and it was Lyra. "LYRA!" He said pulling her arm up.
She looked fantastic. She looked completely rejuvenated, her face was full of color her blue eyes were sparkling. She was dressed in a tight leather jerkin with hunting boots. Her bow was slung around her shoulder, and a sword was on her hip. She looked like she was ready to charge into a battle. Her left arm was covered with a tight leather sleeve, with her fingers sticking out. The sleeve covered all of the nasty scars and burns that she received on Dragonstone.
She looked angry at first, but her face morphed into a smile when she finally saw him. She didn't say anything, but just tossed her arms around his neck, and hugged him. He did the same, and hugged her with everything that he had. He didn't ever want her to leave again, he realized that she was gone, he needed her.
She pulled back and smiled up at him. "You didn't think you could get rid of me did you William Stark?" She asked him smugly.
Will chuckled and shook his head. "I wouldn't dream of it." He told her.
She smiled back at him, and then the two grew quiet. She leaned up and kissed him. He returned it with just as much force as she gave, and he smiled knowing this was the first time he had kissed her when she was happy and healthy, the Lyra he fell in love with. She pulled back after a few moments, and smiled up at him again, her eyes like two bright blue sapphires staring up at him.
"So, what's the plan?" She asked him after detaching herself from him.
Will scrunched his brow at her questioningly. "What plan?" He asked.
"The plan for Oxcross. That is where we're heading right?" She asked him.
Will in that moment, loved her more than he ever did. She had just endured torture at the hands of Stannis for a month, and now only a week after being healed, she was ready to join him in battle again. He loved that about her, she was a warrior, and no amount of force could knock her down.
Will scoffed with a smile. "Yes, that is where we're heading. Are… are you sure you're alright? What about your arm?" He asked her.
She looked at the leather sleeve she was wearing and smiled. She gently ran her hand over it. "Your sisters took care of that problem for me. The two of them made this for me." She said.
Will smiled at what Sansa and Arya did. He felt guilty since he hadn't gotten to spend nearly as much time as he would have liked with them in the last week. However he was skeptical, and slightly worried about letting Lyra jump right back into the fight after everything she had been through.
Will ran his hand down the sleeve. "Sansa has always been fantastic at things like this. Lyra… are you absolutely sure you want to just jump back into battle so soon?" He asked her.
Lyra rolled her eyes at him. "Of come off it Will. Don't get me wrong, I find it sweet that you're so worried. I'm fine though, I'm itching for a fight I've either been in a bed or a cell for almost two months." She told him with finality.
Will could help but smile. He just sighed and nodded his head. "Alright, it'll be good to have my sworn shield back. Let's just hope I can make it through a fight without getting stabbed this time." He said with a laugh.
She rolled her eyes and punched his shoulder. "Oh shut up Will." She said, but Will could see the amusement in her eyes. "So, what's the plan for Oxcross?" She said gesturing for the two of them to walk.
Will started walking in the direction of the Forrester camp. "Well Stafford Lannister is raising a new host at Oxcross village. Myrcella sent us a letter with their plans, thanks to that we have a plan to crush the new host-."
Lyra stopped right then. "You got a letter from Myrcella? What else did it say?" She asked him.
Will cursed himself. He didn't exactly want to tell Lyra about his marriage proposals now, since she had just been healed. He also knew she would more than likely ride out to the Reach and skewer Margery Tyrell if he told her. So he didn't mention that Myrcella had offered herself in marriage again.
"She says that she knows what her brother and mother really are. She says she wants to help us however we can. She's spying on small council meetings, that's how she figured out about Oxcross. She says she going to try to escape and find us soon." He explained to her.
Lyra looked like she felt bad now, and nodded her head. "She's a brave girl. Hopefully she stays safe. Sorry for interrupting, what's the plan?" She asked again.
Will shook his head. "Think nothing of it." He said, walking them towards the Forrester camp.
He continued explaining the plan. "So, we're going to enter the Westerlands in a few hours. Robb is going to take his force the direct route towards the village, he'll have around 4,000 men from various houses. The village is nestled between a forest and a hill range. It is well guarded, however the soldiers are all recruits. Robb has given me 1,000 Stark men, we're going to march with House Forrester, Gregor Forrester is sending his son Rodrick and 2,000 men with us. We're going to use Norvern here to help scout an alternate route to the village. When we do, we'll attack. After we begin our attack, Robb will march his force in and we'll wipe out the whole host." He finished explaining to her.
Lyra took everything in and nodded her head. She sighed and looked around the camp. "It's a good plan, I've always wanted to ride in a vanguard." She told him.
Will smiled. "Well here's your chance. We're going to meet the men of House Forrester now. My father always used to tell Robb and I, 'Get to know your men, don't ask them to follow a stranger.'" He told her as they neared the Forrester camp.
She smiled and nodded at him. After that, her face grew serious. She took a step closer and whispered to Will. "Will, I know this is out of nowhere but… is it true that your brother capture Jamie Lannister?" She asked him.
Will looked at her with his head tilted. "Yes… why do you ask?" He questioned of her.
She stiffened, and her face grew dark. "I want to see him, I have some words for him." She said bluntly.
It took Will a few moments but he realized what this was about. Cersei Lannister was responsible for killing Lyra's mother. Now, Lyra had someone that the queen cared about as a hostage. He knew exactly what she was going to do.
"Lyra… you can't kill him. He's leverage we have over the Lannister's." He told her quietly.
She shook her head, and had a dark look on her face. The way she looked now, it almost scared Will.
"I'm not going to kill him, I'm not that stupid. I simply wish to talk with him." She told him.
He sighed, and called for two guards with Stark sigils on their shields. He knew if Lyra didn't figure out where the Kingslayer was from Will, she would from someone else. He had come to lean that there was no arguing with Lyra when she set her mind to something. So when the guards came he whispered to them.
"Take Lyra here to where the Kingslayer is being kept. Stay with her, until she's done speaking with him. If anyone asks questions tell them that it's a direct order from me, and in turn the King." He told the one of them.
He bowed his head. "Yes My Prince." He said dutifully.
He turned to Lyra who still had a murderous look on her face. "Please, use your head Lyra." He told her.
She didn't say anything. She leaned up and kissed his cheek before leaving with the two guards. Will watched her walk away and sighed. Even though Robb was his brother, if he learned that he let Lyra kill Jamie Lannister, he would kill Will. He tried to push the thought from his mind and looked to the Forrester camp. He had to trust Lyra, he knew that she would not do anything stupid. He had decided to just trust her, and walked towards the Forrester camp. The camp was bustling with activity, Will knew that they must have just learned that they were marching soon.
Will walked towards the tent, and a young man was there. He was had a clean shaven face, with tossed brown hair and brown eyes. He was wearing a set of ringmail, with the Forrester sigil on the front with a sword on his hip. The Forrester sigil was an Ironwood tree, which house Forrester was best known for. They controlled the forest of ironwood trees and made the best shields and weapons. Half of the Northern fleet was made with ironwood, and they supplied most of the shields and bows for the Northern army. They were a proud and strong house, and had been loyal to the Starks for thousands of years.
The young man had to only be about 17, a few years older than Will. However when Will approached his bowed his head.
Will chuckled and gestured for him to rise. "Ha, you don't to bow to me friend. I'm here to see Lord Forrester, and his son." He explained.
The man rose and nodded his head. "Of course My Prince. They are both in the tent now, organizing which men will go with who." He explained.
Will nodded his head. "Good to know, what is your name friend?" He asked.
"Gared Tuttle My Prince, squire to Lord Forrester. Come, I'll take you to him and Rodrick now." He said bringing him inside the tent.
When inside he saw two men standing over a table with a map strewn across it. One was older, tall with a grey beard and head of hair, his eyes a dark green color. The other, Will could tell was his son. He was tall with a full brown beard, his eyes were the same, a deep green color, like the Ironwood forest that they lived in.
Gared spoke to them. "My Lords, Prince William is here to see you both." He said respectfully.
They both raised their heads, and smiled. The older man stood up tall and spoke with a deep commanding voice. "My Prince, it is an honor to finally meet you." Lord Forrester told him.
He gave him a firm hand shake, and Will nodded back. "You as well Lord Forrester. I've come to check and make sure everything is well in you camp. My father always told me 'Get to know your men, don't have them follow a stranger.'" He told the older man.
He nodded grimly. "I am sorry about the death of your father My Prince, he was a good man." He told him respectfully.
Will sighed and shook his head. "No, don't be sorry. Just join me in avenging him." He said smirking at the end.
Lord Forrester laughed and nodded in agreement. "My Prince, this is my son and heir Rodrick, he'll be riding with you in the coming battle." He said introducing his son.
"My Prince." He said shaking his hand.
Will smiled and nodded his head in greeting. Lord Forrester spoke again. "I need to get my men to join the King's. It was good meeting you Prince William, I look forward to fighting besides you in the field." He told him, before leaving the tent.
After the Lord Forrester left, Will looked to Rodrick and then down at the map. "So Rodrick, are you men ready for battle?" He asked.
He looked down at the map as well and nodded. "Yes My Prince, they are assembling now. We should be ready to leave within a few hours." He told him.
Will rolled his eyes and scoffed. "Ba, you don't need to call me My Prince. We're going to be marching together, you don't need to be so formal." He told the man.
Rodrick looked shocked at first, but nodded his head. "Alright then Will. So, I wanted to give you something. When we learned we'd be marching with you earlier this week, my father and I had this commissioned for you." He said reaching under the table.
He pulled out a beautiful shield, which he assumed was made of ironwood. The green Stark direwolf was present on the front. It was surprisingly light when he picked it up. He had always been good with a shield, and he was extremely grateful to Rodrick and his father. He had never had something like this made especially for him from another house.
"This is beautiful Rodrick thank you. I'll carry this with pride." He said extremely greatfully to him.
He shook his head and put his hand up. "Aye it is our honor that you carry it. I'm looking forward to fighting alongside you Will." He said with a smile.
Will thanked him again and the two walked out of the tent. Will gazed over at the Stark men moving towards the Forrester camp. No doubt they were the men Robb was sending with him. He suddenly thought of his family. He would be leaving again, he hated having to do that.
He looked over to Rodrick. "Rodrick, who does your family consist of?" He asked him.
Rodrick looked longingly at the Forrester sigil. "There's my mother Elissa, sweetest women in the world. My brother Asher is in Essos, working as a mercenary last time we heard. My sister Mira is a handmaiden to Margery Tyrell. There's Talia and Ethan, twins that are back at Ironrath, and then there's Ryon, my youngest brother." He told Will.
Will nodded and took in a deep breath. He could feel the chill in the air. "I hope this all goes well. Winter is Coming, and I'd prefer to spend it in my home. With the family I have left."
A:N) So yes I know this update is way way overdue and I am very sorry for that. School has started for me, and being a senior in High School, I need to start focusing on college and what I'm going to be doing with my life after I graduate. I hope you all can understand.
So as for this chapter, it's another chapter to set up some pretty big stuff. Next chapter is going to be all from Myrcella's POV during the Battle of the Blackwater, and her escape from King's Landing.
Then the season two finale will be the Battle of Oxcross and the lead into season 3. I know that Oxcross was way before S2EP10 in the show, but in this story it's just how it turned out.
Also, I hope you guys like the addition of the Forresters from the Game of Thrones Telltale game. I love the Forresters and that game, they are without a doubt going to play a huge role down the road in this story.
Also, you guys voted and "A Time For Dragons" the story of Daemon Targaryen, the twin brother to Daenearys, will be the next GOT story I post. So expect chapter 1 of that sometime soon.
So as usual thank you for reading guys, please review! And always remember –Winter is Coming, domgk115