Month 5 283 AL
(Stannis)
Armor and weapons aplenty. I gave every man his pick armor. All the gold in the saddlebags and pouches was claimed by me.
How we feasted.
Nothing could be better than the thin horse stew and water as we sung and danced. Made stories of heroism and valor as 1,000 men bested 25,000 with the skulls and swords as evidence.
I gave the most popular of men golden coins and elaborate plate armors. I hosted the feast in a new mans honor every night. All survivors were knighted. They had the arms for it now. Full plate and sword. More expensive than most men men could ever dream of owning.
The Tyrell banner-men remain outside the walls. Holding us in the impenetrable fortress.
Nearly a year we feasted and continued to sport in the little space we had.
Morale was high.
We told stories, mine were very popular.
We gamboled, I invented dice.
We sang, danced, and feasted.
"My Lord, A raven" A voice interrupted my story of Xenophon's journey.
To Stannis,
King's landing is taken, We come to your aid.
Robert Baratheon, First of his name, King of the Andals, Rhoynar, and First Men.
"Good news my brothers!" A silence fell
"Kings Landing has fallen, Robert is King!"