Robb Stark

Riverrun, 300AC

"Are you sure you are actually entering their minds and not simply imagining them?"

The words came out sharper than intended, but he was beginning to get fed up with all of this. When it was confirmed that Jaeron had managed to gain control of warging Ghost, Howland had pulled him aside every day for an hour or so to train him on doing so as well. It had been two weeks now since they had started, and he had not succeeded even once, and it was beginning to grate on his nerves and patience.

"Warging takes a lot of time to master. An animal has a mind of its own, some have a stronger will than others. In order to enter their mind, they need to give you full control. I'd imagine for yourself it would be considerably more difficult as direwolves are not like their wolf cousins."

He almost swore aloud at that, but he managed to keep it to himself. Focusing on Grey Wind who was currently sitting beside a stream, probably watching for fish to catch for food. Ghost was beside him too but he seemed to be sound asleep and completely unbothered by everything around them. Deep amber eyes locked on his own for a moment before he closed his eyes, trying to imagine the view his wolf had. He heard it at first, the rushing of water along the rocks and sweeping along the banks. Darkness beginning to lighten as he spotted a red coloured fish. Looking around and trying to picture the opposite view.

"My Prince, a raven has arrived."

Now, Robb did curse aloud. Opening his eyes and breaking the tiny connection he had successfully made there. Spinning on his feet to be met with Aurane who was holding a letter in his hands.

"I apologise for interrupting, but we received a letter from my brother."

All anger dissipated at this as he signalled for Howland to leave, walking over to take the parchment himself. Scanning the words and noting it was written in High Valyrian, something he hadn't been keeping on top of recently so it took a few minutes for it to become clear to him.

Lēkia, Nyke letraka ao gīmigon hen skoros iksos grindam kesīr. Hae ao jāhor gīmigon, Stannis emagon merak se trato Dārys skore ziry iksos hae bōsa hae Jaeron iksos daor hen. Ziry emagon forsaken se sīkuda se ziry emagon ēdan ry statues hen zirȳ zaltan along rūsīr lī qilōni stako. āeksio Axell Florent istan mēre, zȳhon ano mandia vlia hae ziry zaltan. Ziry emagon mēre hen mele hen āeksio hen ōños isse zȳhon crakos, ivestragī Jaeron gīmigon se bona bisa iksos daor mirros naejot sagon merak likrat. Ondoso se jēda ao jiōragon bisa vōljes, nyke jāhor sagon grindam rūsīr se mentyr naejot ilagon strakia naejot Jelmāzma's Mōris. Ziry jaelagon naejot tindon hen Renly ondoso verdagon zirȳla bartos bona ñuhoso. Sagon ȳgha. (Brother, I am letting you know of what is going here. As you will know, Stannis has taken the title King which he is as long as Jaeron is not out. He has forsaken the Seven and he has had all statues of them burned along with those who spoke against. Lord Axell Florent was one, his own sister watched as he burned. He has one of the red people of the Lord of Light in his circle, let Jaeron know and that this is not something to be taken lightly. By the time you receive this raven, I will be going with the fleet to lay siege to Storm's End. He wants to root out Renly by making him head that way. Be safe.)

He already knew that Stannis was pressing on the claim, everyone knew that by now. But somehow seeing it on parchment made it sink in more.

"I'll never understand southerners with their tendency to usurp. No offense intended."

"None taken, my Prince. We consider ourselves Valyrian and not southerners even though we have not gone back to our homeland in hundreds of years. Not that we can, even now the Doom still resides."

They fell into step at this, heading back towards the camp. Things had been tense since Jaeron received that raven confirming what had transpired in the capital. Anger welling up inside of him at the dishonourable ending his father was met with. It was a dumb move, because if he were still alive it tied his own hands. The same way Tywin was being careful as he had Jaime as a hostage. But now, there was nothing tying the North's hands. Sansa was out of the capital, and Arya had been spotted in Maidenpool which wasn't even far from where they were. They have nothing to worry about with heading deeper into the Lion's Den as the Lion's didn't hold anything valuable in their way.

"Has there been any further reports from the wargs?"

Aurane shook his head to confirm there either hadn't been anything, or at the least nothing of importance.

"Have you already alerted the King about this new advancement?"

"I have which was why I came to find yourself, Prince Robb-"

"Aurane, refrain from the title. Aye, we know of the Pact being fulfilled and what it entails. However, with your brother pretending to be loyal to Stannis, we can't make it known yet as that will blow the cover story we have. I'm going to take a wild guess and say that your brother will be taking Theon with him?"

The other nodded in confirmation but he didn't have much time to think on it before they reached their camp. Walking into the castle to search for his cousin and mother to see what the new plans are. Considering they had received this letter from Lord Monford, the chances are Renly had also received word regarding it, meaning he would either already be on the move or was preparing to move. Both Edmure and Brynden were in the room too, frowning at not seeing the second white cloak. Jaeron had his black curls tucked behind his ears as it had finally grown in to the awkward stage where it was difficult to handle but was not where it was previously. Wearing armour covered in a thin layer of black leather, with a deep red imprint of his House's sigil across his chest.

"Cousin, I assume Aurane has filled you in?"

Robb nodded and it didn't pass his watchful gaze that his uncle bristled. Probably insulted that a bastard was given the task of hand delivering vital information.

"What is the current plan?"

At this, Jaeron nodded his head to both of his uncles who left the room, but Brynden remained at the door as he was taking his new position seriously. His grandfather had been furious when he had confirmed this as Edmure was yet to wed or have children of his own despite him nearing his thirty-second name-day. Usually by such an age many Lord's and Ladies have multiple children already. House Tully was in a precarious position as now he was the only one who could carry on the line.

"I am awaiting a report from some of the wargs. One has been sent to Dragonstone to see if Stannis has left a garrison of any kind. One has been sent to Highgarden, one along the Rose Road as that will likely be the route the younger Baratheon will take to get to Storm's End. And lastly, one has been sent to Storm's End to get an idea of how many men Stannis has taken to lay siege."

"Doesn't exactly answer my question, your Grace."

Jaeron narrowed his eyes at that, once again making it clear he despised being referred to as such by family.

"We have a few options currently. With Stannis leaving Dragonstone, it means it is free to be taken. It would certainly make a statement if I were to take my own ancestral Seat from under him. But it would be tricky to do so. Due to the location of the island and castle alike, it's a little more than a day away by ship from Kings Landing. That's putting our men into danger. We can't leave where we are currently as Tywin is close by. The moment we leave, he will swoop in and wreak havoc which we can't exactly afford at the moment. We will need more men. Aye, we have a very large force currently but Renly has twice that amount under him. We would weaken ourselves."

"In other words you're hoping that Stannis and Renly weaken one another and then sweep in to take the remaining men."

The younger nodded at this, confirming that was the one he was currently leaning more towards. This was broken by a knocking on the door and Ser Arthur walking in, carrying a small piece of parchment that he had likely scribbled some notes on.

"Ser, please confirm your findings."

The Knight placed the parchment down on the table and reading aloud.

"Stannis has an army of around seven thousand. One thousand he has left to garrison Dragonstone, the rest are moving towards Storm's End. Renly left a force of four thousand at Storm's End to hold it and has named Edric Storm Castellan in his absence- he's Robert's eldest bastard. There is roughly around five thousand surrounding Highgarden and it seems Lord Willas is keeping an eye on them. The remainder are all heading along the Rose Road towards Storm's End as we speak."

Robb quickly done the calculations in his head, widening his eyes slightly. This meant Stannis had six thousand. Renly had roughly fifty-five thousand. Odds as such were practically non-negotiable.

"Does Stannis have any clause for going against an army that large? Surely it would be better for them to conjoin and Stannis name Renly as his heir as he only has a daughter-"

Arthur laughed aloud at this.

"Doubt it. Stannis' wife is a Florent, Renly's wife is a Tyrell. Those two House's despise one another. Much alike the Lannister's and Reyne's, or even Stark's and Bolton's. Whilst many Reach House's eventually settled with the naming of the Gardener's stewards as replacement, the Florent's never did."

"But according to Monford's letter, Selyse watched as her brother burned alive. Surely they won't stand for Kinslaying simply for refusing to revoke ones faith-"

"Nay Robb, it means the Florent's have a choice now. They would've followed Axell as their head of House, with him dead they no longer have one. Meaning they can either still support, remain neutral, or go to someone else. We've deduced they aren't going to flock to Renly, they probably won't flock to me as it was mine own ancestors who named House Tyrell to Paramount position. Meaning their only option is to flock to Joffrey or sit it out and go home."

Robb pulled his head back a little, surprised at the very quick analysis his brother had just presented him with. Whilst he knew he had been getting a lot of political training under Howland, he never expected him to be able to conclude something as fast as this.

"Ser, send one of the wargs to keep an eye on what the Florent's will choose to do. And call a council with heads of House's so we can discuss our next plans."

Arthur nodded obediently before leaving the room which left them alone. It was quiet for a few moments before the younger asked a question.

"How is your mother? I've not seen her since we received that raven regarding father."

Robb took note of his voice getting lower alongside the way his bottom lip was quivering slightly. Whilst he was putting on a brave face, it was clear he was deeply affected by what had happened. Not that anyone could blame him. He himself had to keep a passive expression on as he was leading the armies and with his father's death, he was now the head of House Stark. It was a position he had been groomed for since he could walk, but now that it was truth and not simply waiting on it to happen, it begun to finally sink in. Reaching over to grab a flagon filled with ale and sitting down across from Jaeron.

"I've only seen her once since. She's locked herself in her childhood room and is only answering when she needs to have her chamber pot changed or to get food. Not that she's eating much, I've seen the servants walk around with almost full plates and talking on how she is taking just enough to not starve."

Jaeron took the flagon too and poured some into a mug, looking down to the darkened wood and tapping his fingertips along it in a slightly annoying rhythm.

"How are you? You can be honest with me brother. Aye, I might be King now, but I'm still your brother and that won't change."

It did little to ease the pain he felt, but it did help knowing he wasn't the only one deeply affected by the events that had occurred in Kings Landing. As soon as it had sunk in, he had walked outside to the nearby woods and promptly began thrusting his sword into numerous trees. If it weren't for his mother coming to find him, he probably would've destroyed the weapon doing so.

"It still doesn't seem real. Feels like it's a horrible dream I'm going to wake up from and every time it hits me that it isn't, just this horrible feeling of guilt that I didn't move faster-"

"Don't beat yourself up, Robb. You did all you could. If anything it was me who was at fault. Whilst I never told him directly I was going to press on the claim, the moves taken concluded that being what I was going to do. I would've tied his hands in doing so. What I should've done was ask your mother to tell Lord Varys when she went down to the city all those months ago and have both him and the girls out right then, but I didn't. Because I wasn't ready to come forward yet. Usually patience is a good thing, but I fear I was too patient and now Sansa is gods know where and Arya was last seen in Maidenpool. I've half a mind to head there right away and search for her to bring her back here, but in doing so I'm outing myself to the Lannister's. The word is now out, and they will likely be finding everything out. But we've only released enough information, not enough to give away too much. If they know I have dragons, who knows what will happen."

"We'll need to tie their hands further, but how will we do so?"

There was no response to this, neither knowing exactly how to go about doing so. They can't leave Riverrun undefended because it leaves it open to be taken or laid siege to again. They can't move further east as they are going into the Lion's den. They can't move back north as it will be doubling back and will do them no good. They can't move south as that is putting them in the path of two stags fighting over a crown. Which only left west open currently, but that would also be going into the Lion's den.

"We'll need to remain here or stay somewhere nearby on the River Road. That way even if we do leave, we will be close enough that we don't risk Riverrun falling. Your grandfather has pledged to me and his own banners have started arriving. I estimate it will take another three or four days for them all to get here. Once they are, we'll do an average headcount of them all and work out how many we can leave as we continue with the war."

Robb sighed deeply at this now. Feeling an itching sensation in his body at wanting to do something but he knew his brother spoke sense.

"Brother, I've just thought of something."

His eyes snapped up and he watched as he walked over to take out a small leather book he had never seen before. Frowning at the tattered cover. Jaeron opened it and blew the dust off the pages before flicking through them all.

"Jaeron, what?"

"My uncle Aemon gave me this when I was still at Castle Black. It details all members of every House in Westeros."

Where was he going with this? He was about to ask when he finally stopped at a page and turning it to face him. Noting the House in question.

"We've just deduced the Florent's are going to be a problem so why-"

"With Axell dead, it means Lord Alekyne is heir. But he has no children, which in turn means it would go to one of his younger siblings. His younger siblings are both female, but who is the older married to?"

Robb's finger trailed along it to follow the line himself, nodding silently as he was correct with this. Lord Alester had died a couple of years prior, Axell had no children, and Ryam's children were a part of the tertiary branch. Whilst the latter was the branch Selyse Baratheon was a part of as Ryam was her father, this didn't change their status in terms of family lineage.

"Lady Melessa Florent?"

"Lady Melessa Tarly you mean."

It was quiet for a few seconds before his eyes widened in surprise, suddenly understanding where he was going with this.

"It means she is bound to obey her husband, and her husband was a staunch supporter of your father-"

"It means we might possibly be able to get them on our side if they do abandon Stannis. Granted, it requires Alekyne dying, but it is a start."

A small smile broke onto his face, and it wasn't long until laughter erupted between the pair. Remembering the time where they were jokingly discussing the politics needed in the game were he to press on the claim. It seemed like a lifetime ago.

"The only thing I can see that is a fault to this would be that Randyll may not be prepared to leave Horn Hill. Meaning Melessa would need to name a Castellan herself. Most likely her younger sister Rhea who is wed to Lord Leyton-"

"Isn't he grandfather to Willas, Garlan, Margaery, and Loras though?"

Fuck. He didn't think of that. Another dead end. Whilst for a moment it seemed likely they might be able to sway them to Jaeron, with this statement confirmed it would be unlikely. The older looked along the line before spotting something.

"Jaeron, what about Lady Delena Norcross? Formerly Delena Florent?"

Jaeron gave him an odd look at the question, confirming he didn't know where he was going with this one.

"She's Edric Storm's mother, and Ser Arthur stated Renly named him his Castellan-"

"We may be able to rein in a cadet branch. If Renly dies which doesn't seem likely given the size of his forces, Edric is set to inherit Storm's End. If I were to ensure he holds it, this will keep Delena on our side and by extension her husband. Granted, it will need work, but it is something to go on at least."

Like Jaeron had assumed, it took three days for all the Riverland's House's and their banners to appear. For such a small Kingdom in comparison to his own, they certainly had a formidable force. Blackwood's and Bracken's, to Darry and Mallister, to Piper and Smallwood, all had seemed to appear. Seeing numerous banners flying in the wind across the camp and adding even more to their numbers. Once all were fed, watered, and had a good night of sleep, they were made aware. Some were shouting furiously on who they had sworn to, House Targaryen still having a sour taste to many, but they eventually accepted it. If they refused, they were considered as going against their liege Lord, something which was punishable by death were his grandfather to hold them accountable.

Some reports had come back from the wargs that had been sent out confirming Renly was marching along the Rose Road towards Storm's End to break the siege laid by Stannis. Whilst it had been expected, hearing it was another thing entirely. Dozens of ravens had been flying overhead which his granduncle had deduced would be best to shoot them down so their movements could not be tracked. Reading some of them as they went. It felt invasive to Robb, but if it would assist them then he was more than happy to do so.

Jaeron Targaryen

The Northern Camp near Riverrun, 300AC

"How long do you think it will take Renly and Stannis to meet?"

Arthur gave him a strange look at the question but this disappeared a moment later. Walking side by side and trying his best to ignore the numerous calls of 'your grace'. It was odd, being seen as something more than a person. Whether he liked it or not though, this was now his life. The cards have been drawn and now he needs to remain on top if he is to succeed in taking back what was his by right.

"I'd say a good three weeks. If it were a small party it would be considerably less but armies move much slower as you'll now know. How come?"

Jaeron smirked a little as they made their way down the pathway that led to the clearing Rhaegon and Lyrax had become fond of. A part of him did not want to tell everyone who had arrived about them, but the Northerner's did, therefore he had to tell the Riverland House's as well. This was what had sealed the deal for them proclaiming him their King. A large army with two dragons definitely seemed like one of the strongest contenders.

"Weighing options. Wondering how we can use the little time to our advantage."

The clearing was now in sight, Lyrax sound asleep but when she heard him woke and ran over for petting like she always did. They weren't growing as fast as they had in the Neck, but they were still large. To think a little more than a year prior, she fit on his lap and would sit on his shoulder as he walked around with her. Yet now? She was nearing twenty feet in length with razor sharp claws and spikes along her spine.

"We can't go south, we can't go back north, we can't go east, which leaves one option."

The Knight was surprised but this was quickly masked again as he thought deeply on it. Nodding once he realised he had made a good point.

"It might be stupid to do so, but I spoke with Robb on it this morning when we were breaking our fast. He brought up a good point. When he captured Jaime, there was an army surrounding Riverrun. The whole army wasn't defeated, so where did the rest of them go? The most logical was for them to go back west along the River Road. And what is the first thing they would come across?"

Rhaegon appeared up ahead now, but he made no move to come down. Instead flying up until he was covered by the numerous clouds. Lyrax throwing her head up before leaping into the sky as well, deep blue easily disguised by the darkening night.

"The Golden Tooth, Seat of House Lefford. Leal Lord's to House Lannister."

"Meaning they are either sheltering the army in their own castle or nearby, and what is nearest? Oxcross. That is our next move. Robb will be calling a council on the hour of the wolf, and then we will plan. I have asked Elissa to send her eagle to see if she can get any information. Whilst I know that there is no such thing as a war without mass murder, I can take steps so it is not as bad. I will not sack the town in question."

"Which sets you apart from many King's."

It was a fact he hoped were not true, but it unfortunately was. How many wars and fights had his ancestors been in where they had not cared for how many people died? He was struggling to even name one who had been like this. Perhaps his twice great grandfather Aegon V, but even that was a stretch at best.

"We had best head back to camp, Ser. For the moon is almost at its highest. Tomorrow, we fight."

"First battle nerves?"

Jaeron lifted his hand up and the shaking all but confirmed it.

"Whilst it is something you will get used to, it is something you should never take pleasure in. When it happens, you will seemingly forget everything, get sucked into a small bubble and the only thing you'll be concentrating on is not dying. It's a strange sensation, and it's not one I can describe fully as everyone reacts differently. Some people revel in it, others cringe at it."

Robb had said much the same to him after his capturing of Jaime. Of how everything around him seemingly vanished other than those coming directly at him. Ghost was beside them now, not even noticing the wolf was there. Compared to the rest of his littermates, he never made a sound. Maybe a howl or two, but nothing more than that. Bright red eyes never blinking and always perceptive of his surroundings. Reaching his hand out to bury it in the snow white fur and scratch his ear like he were nought but a puppy.

The next five days were chaotic to say the least. Deciding to leave one quarter of their forces to keep Riverrun and preparing to move west. The entire time, nerves were eating him up. It was difficult to keep his face passive and some had questioned him on it. There was no use in lying to his own army, so he had been honest and simply stated he had never been in a battle before and he was trying to district himself so he would not be consumed in his thoughts. Some had snickered at his honesty in the matter, but most had shared knowing looks as they remembered being in his own shoes. His thighs were burning from the hard riding they had been doing, blisters beginning to form that he was desperate to burst but knew he could not. Remembering a lecture Maester Luwin had given Bran for doing exactly that once. It was probably the only time he had ever seen a hint of anger on the elderly man.

Elissa's report had brought good news, however. Much of the army that had left were regrouping with further reinforcements from elsewhere, and they were remaining just outside the large town. A contingent would be remaining to circle the town so that no one could flee there and hopefully trap them if they are careful enough. The heat was getting to him now, reaching up to wipe sweat from his brow and seeing a large shadow pass overhead.

"Will you be using them, your Grace?"

It was Brynden Blackwood who had asked the question. Eldest son of Lord Tytos Blackwood and a distant relative through his thrice great grandfather. He was only one year older than he was and being the heir of Raventree Hall meant he had a lot of say in their plans. Lord Jonos had brought something up and Lord Tytos immediately argued against it only for his son to temporarily step in and stop them in their constant bickering. Instead coming up with another plan which neither party could argue against as it was sound.

"Only if I absolutely must, my Lord."

He nodded a little at the response before riding back towards his father and brothers who had rode with him. Naturally, he was at the front alongside the two members he had of his Kingsguard. Then Robb was behind alongside Catelyn with Stark and Tully men before them. Some of their army had rode ahead through the night to move to a different angle to set the trap. Once the town came into view alongside the Golden Tooth nearby, further forces split off to surround both so there could be no escape routes. This time, they were rooting all of them out. Either all will die, yield, or become a part of his army. For him, the latter was more desirable, but he wasn't going to say so aloud. All remained back far enough and using the numerous hills there was in the Westerland's to hide their forces. Constantly looking over one another's shoulders just in case word had gotten out despite it being unlikely. Letting out a long breath and nodding to those who carried the numerous banners.

Soon, all that was in their view were banners of dragons, wolves, trouts, Weirwood trees, far too many to count and far too many to name. A rush beginning to form in his gut and giving Arthur a wary look. Robb had ridden up beside him awaiting the order to charge with his sword already out of its sheath. Jaeron reaching down to where Dark Sister was rested on his hip and Longclaw on his other. Looking ahead and watching as their army took their place. It felt like hours had passed before there was no movement, all sound seemingly disappearing other than stomping hooves and annoyed whinnies from their horses. He closed his eyes for a minute to compose himself and when he opened them, a feeling he had never felt before engulfed him. Unsheathing one of his swords and giving the command.

Now, the night was graced with the sound of galloping horses and yells of those he was riding with. Trying not to blink as the other army came into focus. Seeing the shock on their faces before the scramble to their own mounts and to try and prepare for the surprise attack. To the confusion at seeing his own House's banner and finally to the looks they wore when they were skewered by a sword. Swinging his own down as his horse rode through them as easy as a knife sliced through warm butter. Focusing solely on what was heading his way and not thinking of anything other than getting out of here alive and in one piece. Thrusting in angles he had only ever trained with and meeting furious blows in return once he got to an area that was filled with people mounted on their own horses having had enough time to do so.

But there was one boon he had, they had not had enough time to fully attach their armour, meaning there were a lot more chinks in between than there would usually be. Dark Sister making no sound as he struck it on someone's neck, trying not to cringe at seeing the body part come clean off and blood spraying from where it had been. He was covered in sweat and blood, and the strong metallic scent was invading his nostrils alongside what could only be described as the worst shit in existence. Robb had told him that men apparently shit themselves as they died but he had thought his brother was pulling his leg, but now he knew it to be true. Arthur was close behind him, using his knees to keep his seat on his own mount as Dawn and Dusk were spun in a fashion it was like he were simply walking it was so fluid.

He'd lost count how many had fallen by his hand. A handful? A dozen perhaps? It was something he wasn't concentrating on and he knew that once it was over he would feel some level of disgust at having taken someone's life from them. But war is war. It was not possible to win one without murder. It didn't sit right for him, but it was a fact and he had to accept that. He'd lost sight of Robb only a minute or so in, frantically scanning to see if he could see him but it was of no use. If he had to guess, the army they were facing was approximately eight thousand strong. Not a massive force in comparison to his own, but still formidable. And they needed to win. If they win, they successfully cut off the only entry the Lannister's have back to the Westerland's.

"Jaeron-"

He snapped his head for a second but he understood why Arthur was yelling as his horse fell to the ground and letting out a cry of pain. Looking to see what had caused it and spotting someone with a bow, noticing now the fletching's sticking out of the animals neck. Jumping off its back and with a grunt thrusting his sword further in to end its suffering. Now, he was on the ground, and fear was beginning to settle in. But underneath the fear there was a rush, letting out a loud yell and unsheathing Longclaw and spinning both swords rapidly as his momentary lapse of attention had him surrounded. He didn't care if he wounded, crippled, or killed someone anymore. Ignoring the way their warm blood sprayed on his face and the way the blood was mixing with the ground underneath his feet to create a disgusting mud combination.

It was slippery, but he paid it no mind until all those surrounding him were on the ground and running towards Arthur who was fighting towards him. Jumping off his own mount and ordering him on as he would be better protected on horseback. Taking hold of the reins and using a pile of bodies to pull himself onto the animals back and moving further into the root of the army. Some of his men had already gotten to this stage, watching in morbid fascination as many fell.

"Who holds the North!"

His head snapped around at this, finally recognising some of the Northerner's in the fight which he'd lost sight of almost immediately. Chanting loud as they cut through people with little to no remorse. He let out a sound that was almost like a roar and he could feel Rhaegon nearby should the need arise but from their positions he knew victory was in their sight. All they had to do was drive them back to pin them against those that were surrounding the town to prevent escape. The ground was no longer smooth, being littered with bodies and he could hear the snapping sound of his horses hooves breaking the bones of those deceased or injured to the point they could not stand up. Taking a note of Arthur's method and using his knees to keep his seat and using both swords. He was clumsy, that much he knew, but right now he did not care. He felt a sharp pain in his shoulder and he turned for a split second to see the arrow sticking out of it. He wanted to remove it, but he couldn't afford losing concentration. Instead sheathing the sword he was clutching in that arm and taking hold of the reins again to guide the horse like the rest of their army were doing. It only lasted a few more minutes at most but it felt so much longer than that. Knowing they were now surrounded, all fell to their knees apart from a handful who were glaring at them with a burning hatred. All weapons were collected and only then did he slide off the horse he had borrowed from his Kingsguard after his own was injured badly. Walking towards them and sheathing his remaining sword.

"I will give you three options. You can either proclaim yourselves to me, you can die, or you can join the Night's Watch. Make your decision."

Those that were standing all but spat at him but that was the least disgusting thing covering his body currently.

"And who are you to demand such a thing-"

By now, both Arthur and Brynden were flanking his sides, both hands resting on the pommels of their swords as a precaution. Their eyes widened at seeing the Blackfish, but when they took in the other, they looked like they had just shit themselves again. Spotting a trickle forming on a couple legs confirming they had pissed themselves in recognition.

"Jaeron, of House's Targaryen and Stark. Son of Rhaegar Targaryen and Lyanna Stark. Rightful Lord of the Seven Kingdom's. Make your choice."

Hatred filled them again but with a soft nod from Arthur, he whistled loud, silently commanding Rhaegon to only show himself but not to attack. It was silent after he done so, but then a sound that shook the ground echoed around, bright silver scales becoming visible and this was all it took for them to fall to their knees too.

"Strip them of their weapons and find out their names and if they belong to a House which House they belong to."

The men surrounding him nodded at the command and began doing so, and Jaeron took the time to walk back amongst the dead in search of someone. A huge sigh of relief escaped him upon spotting curly auburn hair.

"Robb!"

The older snapped his head around before running over to him, handing him a clean piece of cloth so he could wipe the blood from his swords. Not that it would do any good as the sheaths were filled with the stuff.

"We need to find out how many we lost. And we need to find out who was commanding said army-"

"The latter isn't needed as he's dead. Stafford Lannister was leading them but we took him off guard. I don't know who got to him but I heard the cheering afterwards."

It definitely wasn't the time to do so, but he couldn't stop himself. Throwing his head back and letting out a cackling laugh.