Tyrion Lannister I, Kings Road
"Ahhh the North, the largest and oldest of the seven kingdoms" Tyrion muttered under his breath.
In front of him the royal caravan was moving forward, making sure that the wheel houses kept to the King's road, the surrounding landscape of swamps around them made everyone feel uneasy. Tyrion didn't blame them, days of mothers telling their children bedtime stories of all the failed invasions on the North and the death of countless armies on the swamps of The Neck.
It was said that there are places in the swamps where the bottom of the lakes remains a colour of pure white because of the piles and piles of bones of Andals invaders that met their end on those waters.
Suddenly a group of riders came from the north of the King's road carrying two banners, one in full armour the other in less armour.
The less armoured one carries a banner with a black lizard-lion on a grey-green field, the banner of house Reed.
The armour one carried a banner with orange and black, a sword splitting the middle of a helmet, half showing the helmet and half showing a human skull.
The banner of the Winter Legion
Tyrion too has heard of the Winter legion, the banner itself was interesting, showing a skull with weapons and armour. How the Winter legion was created by the first born daughter of Stark, after surviving an Ironborn raid. Now she leads an army, raiding the Iron islands in vengeances, using their own ways against them.
That brought a laugh to everyone who heard it, Ironborn complaining about being raided.
The Winter Legion 'claimed' their ships, golds and thralls, getting more sailors and other people to the north. Slowly the North began to increase in prosperity, rumours of new roads, exotic goods passing through the north and Castles being fully restored in moons instead of suns.
Tyrion looks as the two men got off their horse, the one in less armour looks young, maybe under 20 name days, but the other one he couldn't tell much.
Both men walked forward and went to one knee in front of the king on his horse.
"Welcome you grace, I am Warden Ramiel, this is Harwin Reed, our Men at Arms order us to escort you to Moat Cailin '' The Warden Remiel said, Harwin Reed nod as well, both still kneeling.
"Rise" Robert commanded both Northerners to rise as they stood straight before the king.
"I accept the escort, 'Warden'" Robert said, looking at the Warden with an interested look.
Ahh yes the ranks in the Winter Legion, Tyrion thought about it, hearing how the soldiers of the Legions gain specially made armour after many suns of training.
Tyrion first believes it's the Northern's own form of Knighthood, he even heard of a woman getting the position. Titles like Warden, Peacekeeper, Conqueror and Lawbringer sound impressive, anyone would want to be called that.
However Tyrion wants to see the difference between knights and these Winter legions.
"I thought Ned Stark was the Warden" Jamie said, riding his horse next to Tyrion.
"Another title I'd assume" Tyrion said, looking at Robert getting the Warden and soldier near him.
"Yes the northern 'Knights', I wonder how they compare to southern knights" Jamie said, looking at the 'Warden' with interest, wanting to see how strong a Warden is.
"I'm sure it would be a legendary fight" Tyrion jokes, seeing Jamie giving him a raised eyebrow as Tyrion tries to listen in.
"So why do you call yourself a Warden? Ned Stark the Warden of the north" Robert asked Warden Ramiel.
"Warden was an ancient order of warriors during the times of The Ghiscari Empire, using their weapons, sworn to defend their homes, and fight for what is right" Ramiel said, hitting his chest in pride.
"An order of knights?" Robert asks, seeing Warden's and comparing them to knights, but Ramiel shakes his head.
"Not knights your grace , after training in the Winter Legion and getting special training by other Wardens, they prove their worth, only a Warden may grant the sword, training in heavy armour and proven their capability to lead men in battle" Ramiel explains to Robert before looking at Harwin Reed.
"Seen like knighthood to me, Reed, didn't your father fight in the war?" Robert said, looking at Harwin Reed.
"Yes my father, Lord Howland Reed, I joined the Winter Legion to earn my rights to be a man, maybe be a Peacekeeper one day" Harwin said, hitting his chest in pride, Robert looked at Ramiel.
"Another position that can be earned by another Peacekeeper" Ramiel explains to Robert, who nods.
"Is Lyarra Stark truly the lord of Moat Cailin?" Robert asked, remembered hearing how Ned's first born daughter became a lord.
"Truly your grace, however she can't welcome you to the north, she is currently leading the Winter Legion to battle" Ramiel said to him.
"Leading a battle, I can't wait to meet Ned's daughter," Robert said, very excited to meet the one who caused all the changes in the North.
Tyrion was interested as well to see the so-called War Wolf of the North.
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Soon they made camp at the edge of the swamp with still half a day left to reach the Moat according to their northern escort.
Cersei, Robert and the children were resting in the royal tent, with Ser Barristan, Jaime and the hound standing guard. His youngest nephew was quick to receive him with questions.
"Uncle Tyrion, is it true that the swamps of the Neck were created by the children of the forest?" Tommen asked him.
"Not exactly little Tommen, you see after the arrival of the First Man on Westeros the Children of the Forest who had inhabited the land long before them were defeated in many battles. At some point in order to prevent the advance of the first men to the North, they brought down the Hammers of Water on this land attempting to cut the continent in two, creating the endless swamps of the Neck" Tyrion explained while trying to hide his doubts surrounding the legend in order to protect the innocence of his nephew
"If the legends are true then every northerner owns them a debt of gratitude, the swamps of the neck are stronger than even the Bloody Gate in the Vale to stop any unwelcome armies into the North" the young Harwin Reed interrupted as he entered the tent with Warden Ramiel, lowering their heads to the king and queen in a sign of respect and sat down with the group. Apparently their king has summoned them.
"That sounds like a drunken whore's tale" Joffrey his idiotic nephew declared, receiving an angry look from his father and an even colder gaze from the northerners, yet the young man soon contorted into a sinister grin making the crown prince clearly uncomfortable.
"Perhaps you are right prince Joffrey after all many southerners like to believe that the swamps of the neck are cursed, it serves as a cheap excuse for all the defeats they suffer in these lands. Is better to claim your defeat was caused by black magic and bad weather rather than admitting their own stupidity" Harwin Reed declared with a smile, bringing some hostile stares from Jaime and Cersei,
"Forgive young Harwin Reed, his family knows more about these swamps than any northerner here" Ramiel said to them.
"Of course, nobles should take pride in their history," Tyrion said to them.
"You seem very good with a blade Ser Ramiel" Jamie said, seeing the Warden with interest, said Warden held his hand out.
"Just Ramiel, never knighted" Ramiel said to him, Warden are not knighted by the light of the seven.
"You're not a knight?" Tommen said, looking at the armour warden before him.
"No, your Grace Wardens are not knights" Ramiel said, Joffrey scoffs.
"What could possibly make you think he was a knight?" Joffrey asks, Tommen looks down.
"He was wearing armour" Tommen said, Tyrion smiles at his younger nephew.
"Anyone can buy armour Tommen, would I be a knight if I wear armour" Tyrion jokes to him.
"I could show you a few sword tricks, Tyrion the Witty I'd call you" Jamie jokes as well, getting a smile from Tommen, Jamie turns to Ramiel.
"You seem to be good with a sword if you became a Warden no" Jamie said, looking at the Warden sword.
"Having spent my suns learning the long sword and leading men, I proved my worth in fighting the Thenns" Ramiel said, his deeds to want to earn his rank Tyrion thought.
"Then you wouldn't mind a spar" Jamie asked, grabbing his hilt.
"To prove my metal with the King slayer, a worthy challenge" Ramiel said, looking at Jamie, but holding his hand out.
"But not today, we are still in the open and must head to the Moat in time" Ramiel said, postponing the fight, as Jamie sheaths his sword.
"To the Moat it is" Jamie nods, accepting the spar at a later date.
"Excuse me, do you know Lyarra Stark?" Myrcella Baratheon asked them, wanting to know about the War-Wolf.
"I had the pleasure to see her might in the battle" Ramiel said,
"Is it true she caught a Kraken, cooked it and ate it, now carries it head as a trophy" Myrcella asked, Tyrion smiles at the other rumours of Lyarra Stark, more outlandish then anything.
"You shouldn't believe in rumours Myrcella" Cersei said, Tyrion can see she was also interested but sees a glint in her eyes.
He wonders why?
"Why no, your grace, she didn't catch a kraken, but she was the one that executed Victarion Greyjoy, taking his ship and armour in conquest" Harwin Reed said, having heard the story and passing it along.
Both young children on his grace look in awe, but Joffrey scoffs.
"A woman killing a man, that's nothing but drunken house dung" Joffrey said, not believing in any of it, getting glares by the two Winter Legionaries.
"OH but she didn't kill him your grace, she burned him" Ramiel said, getting a scared look from Joffrey.
"Burned him really" Jamie said, the Hound looking uncomfortable.
"In Vengeance, the Greyjoy burn Winter Town while she was in it, that day changes her forever, the day the Lyarra Stark was truly born, during a time of war, that's why she created the Winter Legion, she will do anything to protect the north, no matter what" Ramiel said gravely, the burning of Winter Town and Stark's first born changed the north that day.
The royal family looked on in awe and surprised at the story of Lyarra Stark, the War-born.
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The next day at midday, they reached the ancient fortress that guarded the entrance to the North. Tyrion had heard much about Moat Cailin, how it was a mighty fortress that defended the north against the worst of the Andals invasion. How it fell to decay and stagnation due to lack of care.
Tyrion looks at the castle now before the royal party, the castle looked just as impenetrable as an old maid's cunt, with its walls reaching up to 60 metres tall, solid towers equipped with anti-siege weapons and a main gate that could resisted a thousand battering rams, without so much as a dent.
Tyrion can only imagine any army fighting though the swamp like land, struggling to make it though, and after all the effort to go though they find themselves against an impenetrable fortress.
"What a sight to behold" Tyrion said, looking at the fortress.
Robert Baratheon I, Moat Caitlin
Robert Baratheon, king of the seven kingdoms, titles, titles walks around the grounds in the newly built fortress in awe, the ancient keep was quite a sight, with four huge towers and a strong curtain walls in-between them.
The Maeister already showed them their quarters and everything, but Robert wants to see the so-called Winter Legion, Robert is aware that Lyarra Stark is away from the Fort and currently the Maesters and the Master at arms are in charge.
His wife called it an insult to a king, but Robert doesn't care, Ned's daughter is out there taking names and fighting for her home.
Robert envy's his best friend.
"It's an amazing sight right Barristan" Robert said, having his main King's guard behind him and a few others. However Barristan Selmy walked the grounds of the fort with anxiety. The ancient Keep was an impressive sight no doubt.
The manpower and resources the Northern Kingdom must have access to in order to build such a fortification was troubling.
"It rather frightening your grace" Barristan said, looking a little scared of the North rebuild the Moat in 10 suns or less.
"Frightening? Come on Barristan, this is amazing, Ned can do this to the north, what can he do to King's landing" Robert scoffed at him, seeing Ned would be perfect as his hand.
"This wasn't Lord Starks doing" Barristan mutters to himself, Robert turns to hear a familiar shouting.
They walked down to the battlements into the training ground outside the keep; they saw a large, very armoured Winter Legionary holding a halberd, leading a bunch of young troops back to their barracks.
Robert and the King's guard saw the troops in surprise, seeing all the troops look little more than four and ten of age, maybe older or younger. Another is see both man and woman in the troops
They looked young and untested in the King's eyes but, beneath their sweaty and worn-down exteriors Robert saw a look of determination that he rarely saw in the south. They all walked with heavily kitted bags strapped to their backs, spear and shield in their left hand with a short sword on their sides.
Robert looked at the column, he heard armour voice echo through the area, Robert believes he is a Lawbringer.
"What shit face corner whore house is this, get your sorry ass in formation or I'll cut your asses off" The Lawbringer shouted.
"Sir, yes sir!" The column of troops shouted.
Robert, Barristan and his guard watched in amazement as the long line of two columns quickly sorted itself out. Within one minute they had transformed themselves from a rag tag column wearing full armour and kits into a military formation consisting of five columns and twenty rows.
"Division leaders sound off." The Lawbringer shouted.
"Division 9. Attention!" The division leader said.
All the Winter Legionary goes into a stiff standing position with their spears at their side pointing straight up into the sky, their shields straight.
"Listen up, you came to us as failures and degenerates, after training for three moons and sacrificing it all, you are all still failures and degenerates, fuck every single one of you" Lawbringer shouted, everyone doesn't react to the insult.
"In next three moons you're going to man the wall, a decision you'll regret for the rest of you lives, That ten leagues walk in heavy gear will be the easiest fucken thing you do, you cock cakes are going to love this, a chance to sure how fucken gay you are, I want to see you shit-face grumps and stupid bastards to fly out there. If this doesn't look like Renly Baratheon's flower party performed by the gayest cast of performers in Bravos, so help me by all the gods I will personally murder each and every single one of you" Lawbrigner shouted to them as he walked forward in front of them all.
"So enjoy your last meal and be content with sucking your own dick, cause tomorrow your anal holes are mine" Lawbringer shouted, looking at the division leader and giving his orders.
"Division leaders, March these shit piles to the barracks to hide their sex items and then march them to eat. After that, they are dismissed. Now get the fuck out of my sight" Lawbringer ordered.
"Sir, yes sir." The division leader started giving some orders and the men and women began to form two columns once more. Once they were formed up, they began marching to one of the entrance's massive keep.
King Robert looks at the column in awe as their degree of discipline. Barristan looked at the armour figure, remembering him from somewhere.
The Lawbringer turns to see both King Robert and Barristan here, with other people he didn't know, walking up to them.
The Lawbringer chuckles at himself at seeing a confused Barristan Selmy watch the first year old troops to dinner.
The sight of southern knights being boggled by the discipline of the Winter Legion never failed to bring a smile to the lawbringer's face.
He knew how impressive his troops were and if someone like Barristan Selmy was this scared, he could only imagine how the rest of those southern knights might react to seeing Moat Caitlin fully manned.
"Well well, If I know the all mighty King Robert would grace us with his presents I would have someone suck his dick" the Lawbringer said, standing in front of the King, Ser Meryn Trant drew his sword.
"You dare disrespect the king" Ser Meryn Trant growls, ready to kill his fool.
"I am giving my respect, you Cock monger" The Lawbringer said, turning to Barristan Selmy, as the King chuckles to himself.
"Ser Barristan the fucken bold, still protecting royalty I see, can't chase skirts no more" the Lawbringer asked, Ser Barristan looks confused at him, making the Lawbringer sign.
"For the love of all the fucken gods, you need to get out of that dick measuring castle" the Lawbringer took off his helmet, revealing it to be Sarge the infamous Veteran.
"Sarge!? You're still alive?!" Barristan said, looking at the old veteran before him.
"Wait I remember you now, you train the peasants and soldiers how to fight, you lead them with the rebellion and those bloody Greyjoys" Robert said in surprise, now remembering a man always yelling and cursing to everyone to get their shit together, even yelling at a few lords as well.
While the lords wanted this man executed Robert wholeheartedly agreed with him, letting him keep his head if he helped him win each battle.
And by old gods and new he survived till now, Meryn still holding his sword.
"Meryn what the fuck are you doing? Put that sword down!" Robert orders Meryn as he looks at him.
"But your grace" Meryn tries to explain, Barristan holds his hand out.
"This man fought in the nine penny kings, all the way to the Ironborn rebellion, without him, King Robert wouldn't have taken the throne" Barristan said with respect, remembering Sarge rallying the peasants and training them to fight.
Something no other lord or knight would do.
"Fuck me, put that fucken sword away, this man mean no disrespect, if I knew I get a women on my dick, I would have sent two ravens" Robert said cheeky, finding Sarge funny and a decent man to drink with.
"Who said it would be a woman?" Sarge smiles, Robert and Barristan laugh.
"Hahahah cheeky fucker, why haven't I seen you these past suns" Robert said with a smile, Sarge present the Winter legion.
"Heard a woman was starting an army, the cunts needed a man to train these dumbasses, beating them while listening to them cry" Sarge said with a grin.
"You should have come to king's landing, could have knighted you or something" Robert offers but Sarge shakes his head.
"Fuck that, Knight titles are for complete and total fucks up that need a man to say you suck dick better, I don't need no man to tell me I can suck a dick better, I already know I do" Sarge denies the offer, doesn't need a title, said knights glare at him but Robert and Barristan just smiled.
"Bloody shame there" Robert said as he looked around with Barristan.
"Tell me Sarge, How many troops do you have here at Moat Cailin?" Barristan asked, wanting to know. Sarge gave the lord commander a feral smile.
"Around five thousand give or take a few hundred." Sarge said smugly.
"Five thousand!" Barristan Selmy said in alarm, Robert whistled as that.
"Impressive Sarge, all because of this War-Born" Robert asked, Sarge nodding.
"Lyarra Stark, is a tactical leader unlike any other our kingdoms have ever seen, in all my years I have dreamed of a star pupil like her, someone who can lead, obey and destroy, she is truly a leader no man as ever seen" Sarge praised her to the shock of Robert and Barristan, ever hearing Sarge praise anyone.
"But she is a woman, bad form" Sarge said, making them stop, remembering this was Sarge after all.
"Anyway yes, Five thousand men and women. A thousand are new virgin recruits with less than a sun of service. I believe you saw me marching them around earlier." Sarge said
"Those were new recruits?" Robert asked, Barristan Selmy looks afraid now.
"Yes, they haven't been fucked hard by the wall yet, got to lube them up first" Sarge said with a smile.
"How does the North afford to pay for all this?" Selmy asked the question. Sarge narrows his eyes at him.
"I don't fucken know, old gods and new of all thing sacred to men's mortal hearts, those Northern Bastards and their high fucken horse shit, I train cock mongers to fuck master, I don't count copper, do I look like an blonde pussy of a Lannister?" Sarge said getting a laugh of Robert, while Barristan Selmy gave Sarge a doubtful look
"Don't insult the Lannister with your impertinence" Ser Boros Blount said, having enough of the insolence.
"Oh no, well then I'll insult you, here I am describing the width of your mother's vagina" Sarge said, holding his hands out in front of him.
"It's disgusting, and all inspiring in the eyes of man and beast" Sarge insulting Blount's mother, getting the knight mad; Robert laughs out loud stopping him.
"Hahahahah You need to come to king's landing! hahahah" Robert said, wishing he could take Sarge with him.
Before Barristan could give a retort, one of Winter Legion's men ran up to him and gave him a message. By the look on Sarge's face, he was not amused.
"Excuse me, your grace almighty, it seems that something has come up and needs my boot up their asses, will continue tonight" Sarge said, walking with the messengers as they walked into the fort.
"It's a shame he couldn't come to king's landing, wish Sarge could join my King's guard" Robert said, starting walking back to the fort.
"I doubt he would want that" Barristan said with a smile, knowing Sarge prefers the front lines or training.
"Yeah I know, just an excuse to drink with an old friend, share war stories, you know, the good times" Robert said, knowing Sarge wouldn't want to protect his ass, not that he blames him. Robert just wants someone to eat, drink, fuck, and fight too.
Sarge always keeps it interesting, Robert heads to dinner, hopeful he can speak to Sarge before he leaves for Winterfell.
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The next day in the courtyard of Moat Cailin, Jamie Lannister was practising his swings as Ramiel got his armour ready. The Royal family was watching on the side, Robert having a drink and wanting to see what the Warden made of.
And hope they kick the shit out of Jamie
"Jamie you shouldn't do this" Cersei said to her brother, Robert signs his wife, always ruining his fun.
"It's only a spar sister, just like any tourney" Jamie said, cocky little shit, his armour not so much of a dent, Robert wants the Warden to kick his perfect teeth in.
"Yeah woman, let your brother fight a real man for once," Robert said loudly, making Cersei narrow her eyes in anger as she walked back to her seat with her family.
Sarge walks between the two.
"Normally I just have you two beat the shit out of each other until one of you cum first, but since I get complains from Backstabber's sister, his daddy and Warden's Cunt of a mother, here some basic rules" Sarge said, point at Jamie as the Backstabber, making him frown and Warden Ramiel who doesn't bat an eye.
"Whoever get knock the fuck out first or cries like a bitch wins, Stupid Jackass no killing, don't want the blond Lannister cunt of a sister on my ass, and Backstabber no Killing, I don't want his annoying whore mother on my ass, clear" Sarge said to them, Ramiel nods as he puts on his helmet as Jamie looks pissed.
"You are very rude, peasant" Jamie said, narrowing his eyes in anger as his man insulted his family.
"Yeah I'm a rude son of a bitch, so suck a dick" Sarge said to him, Cersei narrows her eyes as Robert laughs out loud.
"Hahhahaha yes we're all clear, now start his thing before I piss myself" Robert laughs as Sarge walks away, Jamie signs angry as he puts on his helmet.
"Forgive Sarge, he knows many things, but control of his mouth, that is impossible for him" Ramiel said, holding his sword up, Jamie smiles.
"Nothing a peasant says will harm me, 'Ser' Warden" Jamie taunts, drawing his sword, but Ramiel chuckles.
"Hmhmhm oh King Slayer, you are nothing compared to the affronts Sarge gives daily, your taunts are weak" Ramiel said, Jamie's taunting is nothing compare to Sarge rants, Jamie frowns at his taunt not working
"Then taste my blade" Jamie swings his sword, Ramiel dodges the blade, swings his sword across Jamie blocks it.
Jamie pushes the long blade back as Ramiel steps back.
Both fighters circle each other as they change their stances in order to best block or attack the other side.
"I bet 10 gold on the Warden" Robert shouted, seeing a bet, Tyrion smiles.
"I'd take that bet your grace, my brother hasn't failed me yet" Tyrion said, faith in his brother winning the spar.
"Oh I can't wait to see that smug prick knocked down, how about you Sarge, still gambling?" Robert asked the Lawbringer.
"I gamble every day, my big king, even now, and I bet 10 gold Backstabber loses his womanly smug bitch of a smile" Sarge said, holding a bag of gold, Robert laughs at the nickname, Tyrion narrows.
"That not his title" Tyrion said,
"I know it is not his knightly title, you pissed off little disfigured grumpkin, just look at him, the mere smirk just pissed me off" Sarge rants, Tyrion glares at him, Robert laughs.
"Hahahahah backstabber, I like it" Robert said, as they watched the fight.
Ramiel charges forward, swings his sword to the left as Jamie blocks it, Ramiel pushes forward, shoulder bashing the Kingslayer, Jamie gets back but keeps his sword.
Knocking Ramiel blade to the side, Jamie swung his sword, hitting Ramiel arm as he got knocked back, Jamie pushed forward, pushing the attack, as Ramiel blocked each strike.
"He is strong," Barristan said, amazed the Warden can hold his own against Jamie.
"Nay, he just earned his maiden armour, became a Warden recently" Surge said, which surprised Barristan.
Ramiel struggles due to how fast the King slayer is compared to the others.
Ramiel isn't backing down, seeing the King slayer making another strike, Ramiel ducks under the sword, using the hilt to hit Jamie side, causing him to grunt as Ramiel shoulder bashes him, hitting the King slayer as he puts on the defensive.
Jamie grunts as he blocks each strike, Ramiel crosses swords with the Kingslayer. Ramiel sees an opening, lets go of one hand and punches Jamie's head.
Cersei gasps, seeing her twin take the hit.
Jamie shakes his head, the helmet hurting him as he takes it off, his breathing hard as he spits out blood. Jamie growls at the Warden, no more holding back.
Jamie charges forward taking the Warden by surprise as Ramiel desperately tries to block the assault of the King slayer. Jamie swings his sword on Ramiel's leg and knocks him down on the ground.
Ramiel lands with a grunt, about to get up but Jamie hold his sword as his throat, stopping him from moving, Jamie taking heavy breaths as he holds his sword
"I yield" Ramiel surrenders, knowing he is beaten, Jamie breathes in relief as the Lannisters cheer on Jamie's victory.
"Haven't fought like that for quite some time" Jamie admits, out of breath fighting the Warden.
"At least I can say I made Jamie Lannister, the King slayer bleed" Ramiel said, Jamie wiping the blood off his face.
"That's true" Jamie said, holding his hand to lift Ramiel up in good sportsmanship.
"Damm it" Robert said, giving the gold to Tyrion as he grabbed the bag.
"Thank you very much, your grace" Tyrion said but saw Sarge holding his hand out.
"Ramiel did wipe smug prick smile" Sarge smirks, Tyrion looks at him.
"But Jamie won," Tyrion said, Jamie and Ramiel walking towards them.
"Backstabber wasn't smiling while winning was he, short stack" Sarge said, Robert nodding.
"That right, the king slayer was nearly out of breath and panting" Robert agreed, seeing the bet as Tyrion handed the gold to Sarge.
"I win and lose, Jamie can't you keep a smile when you win" Tyrion complains, Jamie gives a bloody smile.
"Forgive me Tyrion, a punch to the face does that, next time I get punched in the face, I'll smile at you" Jamie said, spitting blood as Cersei rushes to him.
"Your bleeding" Cersei said, holding a cloth to clean the blood with a frown.
"It's nothing sister, just bite my lip from the punch" Jamie said, Cersei glares at Ramiel, Sarge smiles.
"Don't let a little blood affect ya, real men take hits and give it back twice over" Sarge said, Robert and Jamie nodding, as everyone goes about their business.
However Barristan Selmy looks on in worry, Jamie Lannister was the king's guard, trained by the best of the king's guard. From himself to the sword of the morning, few could fight Jamie Lannister.
But a Warden of the North made the King slayer bleed, how strong is an experienced one. Barristan doesn't know as he sees other Winter legion's talking to each other.
How powerful the Winter Legion, Barristan Selmy thinks as he follows the king.
They spend a few days at Moat Cailin where Robert spends time talking to Sarge about old times before he had to resume his journey north. The Royal party was amazed by how smooth the road was and how fast they were comparing to the King's road.