Authors Note: So, there is some review I want to answer before I start this. If you don´t want to read my shit, just skip this.
Andrews31: 1. Edmure calling his banners: That´s why I made it practicaly disaster. And he is hot-headed, glory-seeking man. And he want´s to defend his family.
2. Where is Robert?: In Winterfell, this line is going up just like in canon.
3. Ned: You might be right, I will try to make it better. I don´t have much to say for this.
4. None lord tolerating Sweetrobin: Well, it´s more problematic, because Robert is practically Jon Arryn´s second son, but basicaly his first son from his marriage, too. And there can always be someone who tries to get better position by supporting other candidate. Plus Rolland has angered many lords by marrying servant girl.
Hope I answered it. Thank you for saying your opinion.
So, enjoy.
Jarremy
The banners of Houses of the Vale flew high in air. It was banners of houses that joined his father, ten thousand men. His father left six hundred men guard Eyrie and led army to war. While letting his mother and youngest brother safe. Now, he had to prepare to march east, to Ironoaks, home of Waynwoods.
"Hey Jarry" he heard his brother shout on him "come help me" he saw his brother trying to comfort and tidy up his masters, ser Andrew Tollet´s horse. Artys became ser Andrew´s squire before they left, while Jarremy was squire to ser Vardis, who was just now drinking with his father.
"Don´t worry Arty, I´m coming" he said and came near the brown stallion of ser Andrew comforting him immediately
"You have talent to look after horses, Jarry" said his brother, he had green eyes and brown hair, from his father he got Arryn aquiline nose.
"Yeah" Jarremy smiled "and you are better with sword"
"You with lance and bow"
"And you are-" the sound interrupted him, he saw every man preparing his weapon to fight, then, he saw ser Vardis and father come fron their tent with swords in their hands
"Jarremy!" ser Vardis shouted "Where´s my horse?!" Jarremy quickly ran to stables and prepared Vardis´s horse preparing it for its rider "Finnaly" said ser Vardis when he mounted the horse. He turned on his father
"What´s happening?" he asked
"They atacking" said lord Rolland and drew his sword "Let´s see if they can fight as good as they use dirty tactics"
A knight with Waynwood sigil on horse had showed up in front of him, with sword in his hand. He quickly drew his sword and defended himself from knights blows, but his oppoment was as strong as Mord, the jailor in Eyrie and as tall as his father. He awaited his death, but then the knight fell from his horse with an arrow in gap for eyes. He turned and seen his brother with a bow. "Come Jarry, we have to win" he said
"Arty, where is father?"
"I don´t know, but ser Andrew is dead"
"What?"
"Ser Morton has pierced his head with spear" when he said, he had shot another arrow, to Redfort man-at-arms while Jarremy clashed his sword with Wydman levy. His oppoment was no warrior and Jarremy quickly disarmed him and got his blade to man´s throat "I yield!" he shouted, so he let him live. Than he saw two men with falcon fight, father and someone else. He ran to him, killing everyone who did stood in his way. He saved ser Vardis´s life and then, three man with falcon sigil stood in his way.
Fight started, Jarremy quickly opened one´s neck and let second to die with opened guts. Third was much older and stronger, he had long blonde hair and blue eyes. He atacked him again and again, until the knight disarmed Jarremy and prepared for a final hit. Jarremy took his dagger and hit his enemy to his leg. Then, he took his sword and pierced his throat.
Then, the fight ended. All around him was men who rebelled against his father yielding and kneeling. He seen his father, all in blood with sword in his hand.
The prisoners was shown to his father, the most important of them, lord Redfort with his sons, lord Wydman, lord Breakstone´s heir, no lord Breakstone because his father died in hands of ser Vardis, from Arryns of Gulltown no one survived.
"Where is lady Lysa?" asked his father. No one replied "WHERE IS MY STEP-MOTHER!" he shouted and lord Wydman was smiling
"She´s in Eyrie" he said "with thousand of men. Your bitch-wife and your is dead right now" Jarremy, full of anger stabbed lord in his eye, killing him
"You bastard" he spitted on dead body and turned to his father "Give me some men father. I will avenge my mother"
"Jarry" his father said "You´re in grief now and I cannot risk your life. You´re my heir-"
"I don´t care. I just want to have that bitch beheaded for what she did to mother"
"We don´t know if she killed them" said Artys "We don´t even know if lord Wydman told us truth"
"Your brother has a point Jarry," said ser Vardis "you don´t even know if it´s a lie and making quick decesions" Even ser Vardis? Aren´t all of them against me? Jarremy thought bitterly
"I. Will. Avenge. My. Mother." he said "Who is with me?"
Rolland
"You can´t be serious!" shouted lord Royce when he stormed into his tent "Your son is just a boy! He cannot take back the safest castle in Realm!"
"I was thirteen when I took Dragonstone! My heir knows Eyrie as well as I do! I believe he can do it!" he shouted "But... you´re right. He is just a boy. That´s why I´m sending you with him" while talking he took a sup on wine he had on his table "You can leave lord Yohn. I just lost a wife, let me grief for them"
Then, a messenger walked in with letter in his hand. Rolland took the letter and read that lord Eddard Stark of Winterfell has been named Hand of the King.
"Well" he started "Lord Yohn. I changed my mind. You will take three thousand men and take Vale back. I go with my sons to take back our home"
Eyrie was hard to enter and harder to conquer. But he was an Arryn by blood more than those who held it now. Guards loved him. They knew him better than his brother. He had no ill-will against him, just his mother. He planned to keep Robert with him while sending Lysa back to Riverrun. His sons need some happines, as does Robert. Boy named after king. Boy who could be lord of Eyrie if he haven´t been born.
He got to castle easily, as expected. All guards let him pass until Eyrie. When guards seen army under the walls they opened the gates and brought him both, Lysa and Robert, in chains.
"Welcome home my lord" said one guard
"Shut up. Where is my son"
"He is in the highest tower protected by those who are-" his son slapped Lysa
"Thank you Jarry." Rolland said and turned on Lysa "Go. Back. To. Riverrun. Where you belong"
"What of my Sweetrobin?"
"He stays here. After all, he is still an Arryn. He does belong there. I will make him a man, find him something he will be good at. He won´t suffer for your sins. Your little war is over"
Epilogue
With that, the civil war in Eyrie ended without need of king. When lord Stark stopped there, because he needed something Rolland even offered him to take Robb or Rickon as wards along with some other son of some lord, which Hand of the King accepted. He chosen Rickon, because Wallace was same age.
But after a nearly half-month to Eyrie came message about lord Starks treachery and to show his fealthy they wanted Rolland to bend his knee and give them Rickon Stark as hostage. And as his father fifteen years ago, The Vale raised its banners to defend Stark, with much younger lord and younger Stark to defend.
And The War of Five Kings started.
Authors Note: Okay. That´s the end. Hope you liked that. Sorry for waiting, I had existential crisis, call it school. And yeah, I know it´s very hasty ending.
Okay, and I´m working on continuation of this.
Yeah and rewievs aren´t there as decoration, it would be good if written something.
