AN: Back with another one for you all.

Chapter 4: The Winds of War Cometh Again

The smoke could be seen for miles, the embers of the sinking fleet of House Lannister being the first of many battles and the news carried all the way to the seat of the King who paced in his council room.

The assault on Lannisport was deadly, many people killed or taken as slaves, whether to row the ships or serve as salt wives.

Robert couldn't help but feel a little overjoyed, his hands itching to pick up his hammer again after so many years.

The blood of Rhaegar still stains the weapon, the scratching of the bastards breastplate still visible.

At the moment he awaits his Hand, Jon Arryn and the rest of the Small Council which still has yet to find a Master of Coin, the job of finding someone competent being a struggle so says his friend.

His eyes scanned over the map of Westeros, landing on the devil Island of Drag on stone where his enemies truly lied.

Robert thought for many days that this was a plot by Jaehaerys and his brother, that the farce they called submission was nought but empty words spewed by the Mad King's spawn.

But… Varys reported that no one has left or arrived at the keep where the last of the dragons dwelled for years, other than a few supply trains of food.

No. This attack on his Kingdoms was masterminded by Balon Greyjoy and those pisspoor Ironborn.

The sound of footsteps made him raise his head and smirked, finally, they get things moving along now. "What's the word, Jon?" He asked and his Hand set down the his things and nodded. "I want the banners called, from the Stormlands and Crownlands."

Pycelle ruffled as usual, "I will have the ravens sent to Storm's End immediately, Your Grace."

"Have ravens sent to Riverrun as well, Lord Tully will need to fortify his shores." Jon told the Maester as the man was walking away. "Balon is a damned fool for this," the Hand sat down opposite of himself.

"A fortunate fool, I'm glad he's chosen to rebel against me though he wasn't who I expected… " Jon eyed him for what he said and Robert couldn't stop a groan from the look, "We should have killed them, I still say that is the right course."

"The moment Jaehaerys surrendered his Houses right to rule their loyalist lost heart, not even Dorne would support them." Jon leaned in and looked him in the eye, "Focus on the threat to the West, Robert, focus on the Ironborn."

Robert knew the man was right, he was always bloody right but he couldn't help but doubt the words.

Standing straight, he huffed and shook his head, "Dragonstone falls under my vassalage within the Crownlands, summon the dragon to come and go to war with Stannis and my fleet." He ordered and left the hall to see to some things before preparing to leave.

The rest of the day was spending time with his son, Joffrey as his three-year-old daughter Myrcella is with Cersei.

His Queen and he have been blessed with two children, their first dying a year before Joff was born, gone due to a fever.

Cersei was as beautiful as the sun but she wasn't Lyanna, she was distant and he would often have to hound her to perform his husbandly duties which conceived their newest child, he hopes for another son.

The woman simply loathes him and despite him knowing why, there is little he can do to change his ways.

Lyanna was his everything. His greatest love and she was ripped from him before they could stand together and say the words, all because the Last Dragon wanted her.

Cersei wants for nothing, be it jewels or dresses or whatever… She just can never have what he no longer is able to give her.

From now, to the end of his life and beyond… His heart will always belong to Lyanna Stark.

Late in the night he was up yet, putting together his things and shinning his arms and armor. His firm hand gently rubbed his sword in oil so he may sharpen it.

His blue eyes glanced to his actual weapon of choice, the warhammer which won him his glorious victory over the Targaryens not but a few years ago.

A smile grew as he thought of the excitement of using it again to crush another man, even if that men he'll be killing will be little more than pirates than the soldiers he slew at Summerhall and in the Riverlands.

"Your Grace, the Queen is here to see you." He heard Meryn Trant say from outside the door.

Robert pondered a moment before nodding, "Let her in."

Cersei entered the room and a hand on her swelling belly, she looked almost beautiful with the way the flames from his hearth illuminated his chambers in a golden orange glow.

Both King and Queen stood in silence, the ringing of his hand running his oiled rag on the sword being the only loud thing but the silence soon ended with him speaking to her.

"What do you want, Cersei?"

She crossed her arms and looked at him pensively, "You are going to war, again?" She almost seemed concerned, he should be flattered.

"Yes." Was the only answer he saw fit to give.

"Are there not others who could lead? What of the Targaryens who dwell across the bay?"

"I have called Jaehaerys to go with Stannis and the Royal fleet, if the others try anything I will kill them all personally," He swore and stood up and walked over to his Queen, "I will only be taking your brother as my Kingsguard, the rest will remain here and protect you and the children."

Cersei shook her head and looked away for a moment, "What will we name the babe, you won't be here so I thought I would ask."

After Henry died, he was sure the gods have cursed him for even naming the boy, Robert shook his head and put his hands on his wife shoulders, "You name the child, a good name."

She actually seemed glad that he's leaving it for her, "Good, but please, no stag heads this time." He laughed at that then he grinned wildly.

"Fine, and besides… I will instead offer our child a driftwood crown and the head of Balon Greyjoy."

AN: A short update, sorry for that but seeing as the Targs are small children at the moment and I felt a pov of them wouldn't be too interesting so we get a Robert one instead.

If anyone noticed I kinda made Henry (my other oc) canon in this though in this the illness took him. I thought it would be a neat reference.

The next update will be a Jaehaerys pov, his ship joining Stannis and the Royal fleet as they sail down toward the Iron Islands.

Well, until next time I bid you all a belated Christmas/Pagan Yuletide.