The wind had indeed been on their side, but true to Robb's expectations Tyrion Lannister had prepared a trap that felled seven of their ships in a horrific explosion of wildfyre. It had been a one-time trick, something that Patrek Mallister, First Mate to Lord Oakheart had recognized. This allowed the majority of their fleet, hidden by the fog of Blackwater Bay to sail in after the fire had died down to begin a naval assault just as the main host arrived by land.
Robb stood at the fore of his incredible host, looking over at the city gates, before he drew his sword and pointed it skyward to roars and cheers from the men-at-arms. At once the siege began with all fury. Siege machines that Renly had prepared were put to use as the gates of King's Landing weakened under the force that was pushing against it, whilst the men met a nominal force of King's Landing defenders before the walls. Robb himself fought atop his horse, deftly using his sword to take down his foes as his army decimated the Lannister force.
Robb narrowly avoided an arrow that tragically killed his horse, Robb managed to dismount in time to save himself from being crushed but was now amongst the raving infantry as his mounted cavalry force charged around them. Sword in hand, Robb moved forward to engage a large man in the Lannister red cloak. Robb's fury knew no end as his sword shattered the Lannister soldier's in half before tearing through the man's shoulder. Robb's own chest plate was covered in his blood, before the Young Wolf turned to fight on boldly.
At the Mud Gate, hundreds of sailors died as they tried to scale the walls, only to be put down by arrows or barrels of rock and oil. After a while, their persistent paid off when they managed to climb their ladders and reach the wall walks where the true bloody battles began. Gold Cloaks and Lannister men-at-arms fell by the hundreds as the Army of the Wolf besieged the capital by flowing over the walls of the Mud Gate like a giant wave sent by the Gods themselves.
Robb's force at the city gates was having little luck in breaking through the thick, strong gates and were relieved when their allies managed to clear a path from the Mud Gate to the city gates, allowing the land host to flood into the city from the west as Robb's naval force attacked from the east.
Robb was commanding a large force that marched straight for the Red Keep, before they were engaged by a fierce contingent of soldiers led by a hulking brute of a man with a face that was gruesomely half-scarred by the fire, Sandor Clegane. Robb had expected a fierce fight from this man, perhaps to even lose his life. He had not expected to converse with the man as they circled.
"You ain't fuckin' Renly." Sandor said, before spitting a glob of phlegm to the ground.
"No. I'm Robb Stark, we met at Winterfell when you came with Joffrey. You are his sworn-shield are you not?"
"Fuck, Joffrey." Sandor barked, causing Robb to be taken aback. This allowed one of Sandor's men to charge forward as Robb was off-guard. The man was however stopped when Sandor's sword ripped through his chest from behind. The man dropped, leaving Sandor and Robb face-to-face.
"Your sister-Sansa…she's in the castle. She's safe. I yield to you, Robb Stark…" Sandor said with great pain and contempt in his voice, before throwing his sword down. Robb was completely stunned before turning to slay an enemy behind him with a swift slash of his blade.
"Pick up your sword, and lead my men to my sister, and I will pardon you, Sandor Clegane." Robb said firmly, before moving to engage more Lannister men. Sandor grunted, and complied before engaging his former allies with a ruthless and uncontained rage.
Clegane met Ser Meryn Trant and Ser Boros Blut at the same time, and made a mockery of the two White Cloaks by killing them both at the same time with one sword.
"You twats are pathetic. Die and leave this world a better place." Sandor declared before kicking them off his sword and spitting on their corpses.
The tide turned quickly after that, for the two Kingsguard knights had been flying Joffrey's banner, which Robb's men raised and burnt, along with all Lannister banners they found. Gold Cloaks fled as quickly as they died, and by the time dawn rose, the city was being sacked by the victors of the war. Robb had been clear that any rapists or murderers of innocent lives would be gelded and executed, and had his most trusted officers patrol the streets as Sandor Clegane led Robb and his men towards the undefended Red Keep. Swords and shields lay abandoned on the ground, along with bodies of those who had tried to prevent the turncloaks from leaving.
"All Lannister men-at-arms are to be put to death. Castle servants are to be rounded up for questioning. The royal family will be held in the Throne Room until I arrive. Whoever finds my sisters first will bring them straight to me!" Robb roared as they walked through the castle courtyards towards Maegor's Holdfast to be instantly engaged by ten Lannister soldiers, including Ilyn Payne who wordlessly screamed when Robb drove his sword through his abdomen and disemboweled him.
"SANSA! ARYA!" Robb roared as he charged up the stone staircase with Loras Tyrell, Randyll Tarly, Smalljon Umber and Dacey Mormont hot on his heels. The idiotic Ilyn Payne had forgotten to draw the bridge up, allowing the Northern force to easily access the otherwise impenetrable Maegor's Holdfast.
They cleared the three floors of theHoldfast room by room, finding all the noble ladies of the court and the city taking refuge in the Queen's Chambers, and all the royal servants hiding in the Royal Solar. The lack of his sister's presence amongst any of them greatly angered Robb Stark, who would spill the blood of every Lannister he found if Sansa or Arya had been harmed.
"Lady Sansa Stark, where is she?" Robb demanded, marching straight for the King's Steward amongst the assembled hostages within the Throne Room who shook his head in a panic, only to be grabbed roughly by Smalljon Umber.
"Answer him! Where is Lady Sansa?!" Smalljon demanded, only for a single voice to cause all the Northmen to turn at once.
"Robb!" Sansa exclaimed from across the hall, she was standing beside Sandor Clegane in the giant archway into the Throne Room before she sprinted into her elder brother's arms and began to sob. Sansa was overcome by everything that had happened to her, and was finally so happy to be reunited with her family and her people that she became hysterical. It was Sandor Clegane and Loras Tyrell who led the Lady Sansa away while Robb turned to face the Lannisters some time later, after Robb had promised Sansa multiple times that he was taking her home.
Sansa has been unable to tell Robb anything of Arya, other than the fact she had been missing since their father's arrest. Robb was furious at this revelation and intended to make it clear to the Lannisters but was aghast at what he found. Tyrion Lannister had been attacked on the field by his own men at Joffrey and Cersei's order, and was in between life and death attended to by Robb's own Maester. Tommen Baratheon's corpse was under the grey cloak of a Northern soldier, moved from the position that Cersei Lannister had left him in; slumped over in the Iron Throne. He had been poisoned by his own mother for reasons yet unknown, claimed the men who found Cersei and Tommen in the Throne Room. Cersei herself glared poison at Robb as his guards shackled her. Joffrey was fearful and wild, looking at everyone but avoiding Robb's eye.
"Joffrey Bara-…well, no you're not a Baratheon are you? You're not a Lannister either. You're a bastard born of incest. What would that make you? Joffrey Hill? Do you yield King's Landing and the Iron Throne to me, Joffrey Hill?" Robb asked as he stood facing the Lannisters, the Iron Throne to his right and the doors to the castle entrance to his left.
"You will pay for this, Stark. I'll kill you just as I killed your father!" Joffrey spat, finding some of his old venom as he still shook with fear.
"For the murder of my father, Lord Eddard Stark of Winterfell, the Warden of the North, and for countless other crimes I am sure you have committed, I sentence you to death, Joffrey Hill. Take him to the Black Cells." Robb ordered before turning to Cersei.
"My, my. Little pup all grown up." Cersei said, her words layered at an attempt of seduction. Robb's features contorted in disgust.
"Your brother-…your lover languishes in my cells. I intend to execute him as well for what you did to my brother. And you? You, I will leave for my Queen to deal with, for I am sure she will think of a suitable punishment. For now, you will tell me what happened to my sister, Arya. Where is she? What have you done with her?" Robb demanded only for Cersei to laugh
"We never managed to find the little beast, she disappeard after dear Ned lost his head." Cersei replied venomously.
"If she has come to any harm, I will see that you suffer for it…take her to the Black Cells. Ser Loras, you take her. I do not want this woman harmed under my rule." Robb declared, before turning to the rest of his gathered Lords who had filed in to fill the Throne Room.
"I promised you, King's Landing, my lords. Here it is." Robb stated, standing on the platform upon which the Iron Throne was built, above them all. They began to cheer and roar for their victory, and Robb himself smiled.
"The city must be restored to order by nightfall. I wish for two thousand men of Lord Tarly to serve as City Watchmen until we can establish governance. For tonight we rest, and we celebrate. The reign of the lions will soon be at an end."
Author's Note: Yaaay, Robb won King's Landing. Suck on that, Joffrey. Leave us a review :D