The North's White Wolf

by RedKnight21

Before his death, Brandon Stark had a legitimate son, Nathan Stark, heir to the North. After being saved by Ned Stark, Nathan strives to make the North strong so no one would see the North as the weakest realm in Westeros. Watch as Nathan raises the North to a new power never before seen in Westeros. (Rated: M for Language/Lemon)

9. Chapter 9

The North's White Wolf

Chapter 9

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Third Person P.O.V

"Move those arms, the Ironborn won't stand still for you to cut them down!" Lord Glover yelled as Nathan stood next to the older man. "Keep your shield up, you have it so use the damn thing!"

Nathan stood outside Windhelm with Lord Glover and a few dozen soldiers, training with pikes, swords, and practice dummies. They were the soldiers with the least experience, mostly young men who stayed behind to fight but had little experience.

It has just been a day since Nathan arrived in Windhelm and already the young Stark put himself to work.

First, he wrote three letters, one to be flown to Winterfell to order Ser Rodrik to gather the Stark forces and march them to Windhelm as fast as possible along with a good chunk of Winterfell's provisions, Ser Rodirk was also charged with gaining any support from the other nobles who were willing to fight along the way. The second letter would be sent to his uncle Ned at the Moat to tell him to prepare for war and to inform King Robert. The final letter was sent to Lord Manderly to send more experienced shiphands and anyone he could spare.

Nathan didn't know if Jon Arryn would try to stop the North from going to war, but Nathan wouldn't listen to the man. Hell, Nathan didn't know if he would listen to King Robert even if he gave a royal order. The Ironborn wanted a war, and they would get one, no matter how much Balon may say he didn't do anything.

"Stay firm on your feet," Nathan yelled to the soldiers as he walked through the soldiers with Lord Glover at his side. "The Ironborn will rush you, try to throw you to the ground and kill you while you are down. Plant your feet firmly and hit the fucker that tries to rush you!"

"Yes, Lord Stark!" The soldiers yelled as they started to hit harder.

Despite the soldier's enthusiasm, Lord Glover sighed. "They'll never be ready for the Ironborn," Lord Glover muttered as he and Nathan walked away from the soldiers. "These whelps are too green, if I had another month maybe, but I can't teach them much in a day or two."

"Alone, I would agree," Nathan said as he pointed to two pikemen attacking one target. "However, if two pikemen attack a single Ironborn together, they should be able to kill him without wasting much time. It would be even better if one had a sword and shield and the other had a pike."

"One guards while the other attacks." Lord Glover said as he slowly nodded. "A good idea, but you forget the Ironborn won't simply line up and attack one at a time. The Ironborn are a hoard, they attack all at once and overwhelm the enemy."

"Which is why we are fortifying Windhelm and making a chokepoint," Nathan said as he looked back at Windhelm.

During the morning meeting everyone was given takes to help prepare for the Ironborn.

Lady Mormont had started to fortify Windhelm. Blockades and spike logs were placed at the end of most of the docks, while a few were left open. This was to funnel the Ironborn into tight areas, as while the Ironborn had more men they lacked skill and decent armor. Lady Mormont explained that it was something Bear Island had done many times, and it allowed House Mormont to rebel against the Ironborn repeatedly. Lady Mormont also regularly watered the houses and buildings of Windhelm, to prevent the Ironborn from setting Windhelm on fire and causing chaos.

Lord Tallhart was ordering the archers and setting perches on buildings for the archers to shoot from. His job was simple: rain arrows down on the oncoming Ironborn in Windhelm to reduce their numbers. This would be a massive blow to the Ironborn and give the North time to breathe and confidence to hit back harder and faster.

The plan was if land forces were able to push the Ironborn back they would board the Ironborn ships and take them by force and if possible, join the fight at sea. If the North was lucky and swift enough, they would surround the Ironborn at all sides. However, at the very least this would drive the Ironborn out of Windhelm.

Lord Ryswell had taken his forces, half the archers, along with Smalljon and Domeric, and a majority of the ships to the north side of Sea Dragon Point. They were given enough provisions to last for a few days and were ordered only to move once they saw the column of white smoke. Lord Forrester was in charge of preparing the smoke signal and for his best men to be on consent lookout, they were ordered only to light the signal as soon as the Ironborn reached the blockade. Lord Forrester was also in charge of making sure the Ironborn didn't try to flank Windhelm and attack from behind.

Speaking of the blockade, Larence Blackpearl was in charge of that task. He and several men had several ships chained together with rope, and chains, and anchored in a row just outside the port, creating a simple blockade that would make it difficult for the Ironborn to reach the port with their ships, even if they sunk the ships before them. Yet the ships were close enough to the port that the Ironborn could board the ships, and then jump onto the docks. This would play into Lady Mormont's plan as the Ironborn would be forced down a narrow path and in the open with little cover, where they would be peppered with arrows before they meet the Windhelm forces on Land.

Since the ships were made of Ironwood they were much more durable and couldn't be rammed out of the way, or sink very easily. This should give Lord Ryswell enough time to move the ships and surround the Ironborn.

Once the Ironborn realize they are surrounded they will first try to fight back, but when they learn they are losing they will try to flee, but Nathan wouldn't allow it. He would take what ships he could and board the leading ship of the commander and kill him, this would send a message to the Ironborn and end the fight once they saw their leader fall, causing most to flee back to the Iron Islands. If the soldiers in Windhelm manage to push the Ironborn back, Lady Mormont is ordered to grab any available ship and chase the Ironborn with whoever is available. The fewer Ironborn escaped the less that would fight when the war comes.

The Trading and Fishing ships were sent to Bear Island as they could not be used in a fight against the Ironborn. Nathan also planned to use the trading ships to transport provisions and men across the sea to attack the Iron Islands. Until then, the trading ships were waiting on Bear Island.

"If we can pull it off." Nathan thought as he gripped his sword.

While he and the Lords had made a good plan, it would be tested once the Ironborn came. It was common for plans to fail or fall apart during first contact, Nathan just hoped their plan wouldn't be one of them.

"Lord Stark!"

Nathan turned to see Henry rushing up to him, a Yew bow and quiver on Henry's back and a small sword at his hip. When Nathan learned that the Ironborn would be coming he wanted to send Herny to Deepwood, but the boy wouldn't budge. It honestly amazed Nathan that the boy had such determination or Northern stubbornness. Nathan placed the boy under Lord Tallhart, to which the Lord told Nathan that Henry would be placed on one of the many ledges to rain arrows down on the Ironborn. For the moment Henry was a messenger between the lord in Windhelm for the time being considering how fast the boy was and his good memory.

"What is it, Henry?"

"Lord Tallhart has finished preparations and seeing if any nearby villages have arrows to give or men willing to fight, and Lord Blackpearl should be finished with everything by noon," Henry said as he panted a little. "Lady Mormont is still preparing but claims everything should be ready by dusk. She will also have men constantly keep the houses wet with water to help prevent a fire. Also, one of the Mountain Chiefs wishes to speak with you at a tavern, Lord Wull."

Nathan nodded to all of this and found it good progress. Nathan didn't think the Ironborn would attack at night, as to attack at night would be much harder, and with a fleet the size that the Ironborn were bringing they would need the sunlight to fight properly. Night raids were only good with small numbers.

"Lord Glover, I will be heading back to Windhelm," Nathan said as he nodded at the older man.

"Yes, Lord Stark."

With that, Nathan followed Henry back into Windhelm. Nathan glanced around to see people moving about to try and prepare, a few were lollygagging so Nathan sent them a Stark glare, making the men jump and move about.

"Ah, Lord Stark, good to see you."

Nathan turned to see Kodlak Whitemane with three of his people behind him, a young woman with dark red hair and green war paint, and two young men who looked to be brothers, both with long dark brown hair with one having a larger build while the other being more slim. Nathan vaguely remembered seeing them during the White Harbor tourney.

"Kodlak Whitemane, good to see you too," Nathan said as he shook the older man's hand as the other three gave a respectful bow.

"Didn't expect you to show up in Windhelm," The older man said as he firmly shook Nathan's hand.

"I didn't expect the Ironborn to be foolish enough to attack the North," Nathan said, getting snorts from everyone. "So how have you and your group been since White Harbor?"

"We've gained a few new souls, we came here thinking there would be some spoils if the North did go to war with the Ironborn," Kodlak said as he looked to the port. "There might be a lot lost, but also a lot to gain."

Nathan sometimes forgot that Kodlak and his people were technically mercenaries. Nathan didn't mind as Kodlak had more honor than most knights and was loyal to the North. Even Knights had to make coins somehow.

"You might not be getting much, the Ironborn aren't known for their riches," Nathan said honestly as the Ironborn usually had poor weapons and armor that was only fit for bandits.

"But I bet they have some mighty fine riches on the Iron Islands," The larger of the brothers said with a deep, gravelly voice as he gave a cocky grin. "The Ironborn are no better than pirates, and everyone knows pirates have treasure or bounties on their heads."

That made Nathan chuckle a bit. "Let's first beat them back here, then we can return the favor and raid their lands," Nathan said as he started to walk away. "Take care Whitemane."

"As you White Wolf."

Nathan followed Henry and soon stood in front of a tavern, not shocking Nathan that the Mountain people would see such a place as a luxury. Entering the tavern Nathan saw it was filled to the prim with Mountain Men as they drank, laughed, and had a good time.

Putting his fingers into his mouth Nathan gave a loud whistle, bringing silence to the Tavern.

"I am Nathan Stark, I was told Chief Wull wished to speak to me."

Instantly a figure stood up, and Nathan recognized the person as Hugo Wull, Head of the Wull Clan.

Hugo Wull, also known as the Big Bucket, was a large man with a massive belly, thick black hair in a ponytail as it started to turn grey, and a thick beard tied with a string at the end. He looked to be older than Nathan's uncle, and his hardened face showed it. On his hip was a large, one-handed battle axe and an Ironwood shield at his side that showed the sigil of Clan Wull, which was three brown buckets on blue. Despite his size, Hugo Wull was a well-known warrior of the Mountain Clans, having fought and killed many Ironborn, Wildings, and other warriors in his life, earning him the respect of everyone in the Mountain Clans and even the North.

Hugo Wull marched to Nathan and without saying a word fell to one knee before Nathan.

"White Wolf, I, Hugo Wull, greet you," The man said before everyone in the tavern fell to their knees.

Henry looked flabbergasted and Nathan could understand why. The Mountain Clans were hard people and while technically nobles they were simple people but proud, yet when it came to House Stark they were as loyal as can be. Nathan also gained much respect from the Mountain Clans after he gifted them both gold, food, and Unicorns for their home. Thus, this made Nathan a King in the Mountain Clans' eyes in all but name.

"Rise, Hugo Wull, and the Mountain Clans," Nathan said and everyone rose without a word. "Why have you requested me?"

"First, will you have a drink with me?" Hugo said with a grin growing on his face.

Nathan gave a small chuckle and grinned at the man. "As long as it's something strong," Nathan said, getting some cheers from the Mountain Men as Nathan and Hugo sat down at a table while someone brought them two mugs of ale.

Nathan didn't hesitate to down half the mug while Hugo followed suit. The ale wasn't half bad and was quite strong as Nathan slammed his mug down once half was gone.

Hugo kept drinking until his mug was empty. "Another!" He said and someone brought him another mug. "Honestly, I would prefer your Northern Spirits at the moment. It's far stronger and I've seen a few of my strongest men fall on their asses during the Grand Meet." He said, getting some laughter.

"I've brought a few barrels of Northern Spirits here, we can drink once we've won the Battle of Windhelm," Nathan said, getting a huge grin out of Hugo. "So, what is it that you wish to talk to me about?"

Hugo Wull put on a serious face as he looked Nathan in the eyes. "I heard you plan to take the best ship and confront the Ironborn leader, to create discord in the middle of the Ironborn attack," Hugo said and Nathan nodded. "My strongest men and I would be honored if Clan Wull could fight by your side."

Nathan folded his arms and understood what Hugo was requesting. The mountain clans respected strength, feats, and House Stark. If Hugo fought alongside Nathan and helped defeat the leader of the Ironborn, it would strengthen Clan Wull, even though Clan Wull was already the strongest clan among the Moutain Clans.

"Very well, since you requested I will allow you to accompany me and your strongest warriors," Nathan said with a wide smile. Nathan planned to only bring 50 souls with him on the ship and whoever else he could find, enough to sail and enough room to fight.

"Yes!" Hugo shouted with a massive grin, making the other Mountain warriors cheer.

Nathan smiled as he finished his ale before he stood up. "I have some things to take care of, we'll talk again Hugo Wull."

"Safe travels Lord Stark," Hugo said as he raised a mug before downing it.

With that, Nathan exited the tavern with Henry behind him.

"What's next Lord Stark?" Henry asked while looking up at Nathan.

Taking a breath Nathan looked around to see everyone busy. He then looked down to the docks and made his division.

"Let's talk with Lord Blackpearl," Nathan said as he walked to the docks.

Walking to the docks Nathan smelled the strong smell of salt water and heard the crashing of the waves. Nathan easily spotted Larence as he held a map with several other men around him.

"Lord Blackpearl," Nathan called out, grabbing everyone's attention as he walked up to them.

"Lord Stark," Larence said with a respectful bow as the other men followed suit. "What brings you here?"

"Checking in on everything, making sure everything is ready when the battle starts," Nathan said as he saw the ship blockade, Nathan also saw men using wooden planks to board the ships and see if they were steady. "So men will be on the ships to help slow down the Ironborn?"

"Yes, mostly archers and anyone willing to hold the line," Larence said as he rolled up the paper in his hand. "The ship you will be on will be hidden in a cave not far from here," Larence said as he pointed west. "It's really easy to miss, so as soon as the Ironborn attack and the ships in the North surround them, you should have a clear shot for the main ship."

Leading ships of large fleets usually started in the front before falling back in the middle. When the Ironborn becomes surrounded there will be chaos, thus Nathan's ship should be able to break through and reach the ship without much trouble. Once they take out the leader, the Ironborn would be scrambling to figure out what to do, leaving them open for the Northern Fleet to pick them off.

Nathan came up with this plan after realizing the Ironborn lacked discipline, seeing as their raiding parties mostly consisted of small numbers led by one man. While the force heading for Windhelm is larger, if they get the drop on them and kill the leader, the Ironborn will be helpless.

"Would you like to see the ship, Lord Stark? It's the best one in the fleet and a true prize." Larence asked as Nathan nodded.

Walking down the docks until they reached the end Nathan was amazed at the ship before him.

It looked like a War Galley, but it was bigger, with two Scorpions at the front, two on the sides, and one at the back, all fitting on a large deck with three sails. While the ship didn't look elegant, it looked strong and imposing. It would also hold many more people than Nathan thought, meaning he could bring more people with him. It looked even bigger than the grand ships from Essos, meaning it could hold at least 1000 people in the whole ship.

"Fucking hell, it's a beast!" Nathan said in awe while Henry's jaw dropped.

"Glad you find the ship impressive Lord Stark," A voice that Nathan didn't recognize called out, grabbing Nathan's attention.

Turning, he saw a man walk down the docks. The man was older than Larence by a few years, with dirty blond hair that reached the back of his neck and a beard to match. He wore black leather with a hint of blue, a fur cloak, and a sword at his hip.

"Lord Stark, let me introduce you to Ulfric Waterman, he's been with Windhelm since the beginning helping with the ships and port," Larence said with a smile as Ulfirc knelt before Nathan.

"It is an honor, Lord Stark." The man said as he bowed his head before standing up.

"Waterman, that's a Noble House under Lord Manderly," Nathan said as he recognized the name, as Lord Manderly told Nathan about a few of his vessels who helped in White Harbor.

"We are a humble House, but we have experience in ships, making them and sailing them," Ulfric said as he looked at the ship before him with pride. "Normal War Galleys are smaller, but I wanted to make something grand for the Western Fleet that I would be remembered for. It took two years and a lot of work, but it was well worth it."

"It can't be called a War Galley, this ship is too grand for that," Nathan said as he looked at Ulfric with respect.

"I've heard tails of Old Valyria once having the strongest fleet in the world, with ships said to be as big as this one or bigger, they called them Dreadnoughts. I have based the ship off of a few designs from Essos that have also tried to imitate the Old Valyria fleet." Ulfric informed as he looked up at the ship with a shine in his eyes. "This ship is called The Black Wolf. It's in honor of both House Stark and House Blackpearl."

"Dreadnoughts, a fitting name as the Ironborn will feel dread once they see this ship. As for The Black Wolf, I like it," Nathan said before he frowned. "Is it fast? A ship this size must be slower than most ships."

If the Ironborn tried to flee and the ship couldn't catch them, it would be a problem.

Ulfric, however, just smiled. "Despite its size, this ship is just as fast as a War Galley, and we can also use oars to move faster. Ironwood is lighter and stronger than normal wood, so the ship is shockingly fast despite its size." Ulfric said as his face turned serious and he looked at Nathan. "Lord Stark, I have a request," The man said and Nathan gave a nod. "Would you give me and my men the honor of sailing this ship to confront the Ironborn?"

Nathan was quiet for a moment before he nodded. "If what Lord Blackpearl said was true, I think no one better than to handle the ship than the men who made it."

Ulfric smiled and gave a deep bow. "Thank you, Lord Stark, my men and I will not disappoint," Ulfric said before he stood up straight. "When will we leave?"

Nathan looked at the sun and saw it would be noon soon. "By dusk, the Ironborn will need the sun to fight, and if they aren't showing up now they'll show up tomorrow or the day after," Nathan said before he looked to Larence. "Will you be joining us Lord Blackpearl?"

Larence looked tempted before shaking his head. "No, I will lead the men here," Larence said as he looked to Windhelm with pride. "I am still a young Lord and Windhelm is the seat of House Blackpearl, I must defend my home here, My Lord."

Nathan understood what Larence meant, if someone were attacking Winterfell Nathan would defend the seat of his home on the front lines as it was expected of him. This would also gain Larence the respect of other lords and nobles for fighting for his home and the North on the front lines.

"Then I wish you luck on the battlefield Lord Blackpearl," Nathan said as he stuck his hand out, as Larence took it.

"The same to you, Lord Stark," With that Nathan made his way back to Windhelm.

As Nathan walked with Henry behind him he gained a thoughtful look. With the size of the Black Wolf Nathan would be able to bring a good 100 men or more and still have plenty of room to fight on the deck.

"Lord Stark," Henry said, making Nathan pause as he looked at the young boy. "If you please, may I also join you on The Black Wolf?"

Nathan sighed as he saw Henry's pleading look. "Henry, you are still inexperienced with war," Nathan said as he turned to the younger boy, and before Henry could speak Nathan raised his hand. "Have you ever killed anyone before?"

"...No," Henry said as he looked down in shame, but Nathan grabbed the boy on the shoulder, making him look up.

"I have been training to fight my whole life, and I have killed before," Nathan said as he looked Henry in the eyes. "It's unpleasant and can shake you the first time, which is why I placed you under Lord Tallhart and his men. He is an excellent archer and an experienced commander, I placed you under him so you can survive and learn." Nathan said as he smiled down at Henry. "The best thing you can do for me Henry is survive this battle and learn, become stronger. Because in The North and Westeros, there will always be another battle."

That seemed to make a spark shine in Henry's eyes as he stood up straighter. "I will not disappoint Lord Stark."

"I'm sure you won't-"

"You Bitch!"

Hearing the yell grabbed Nathan and Henry's attention as they saw a commotion a few houses down, already seeing a crowd of people. Without a word, Nathan started to move with Henry close behind. As they got close Nathan saw a fight going on.

"What is going on?!" Nathan yelled, making everyone jump as the crowd parted to reveal two people.

The first one was a young man on his knees, a few years older than Nathan, holding his balls as his face looked to be in pain. The second person... took Nathan's breath away.

It was a tall, strapping young woman who looked the same age as Nathan. She had coal-black hair cut short as it reached her neck, deep blue eyes that looked like sapphires, and pale, flawless skin. The young woman wore leather clothes that hugged her body well and had a short sword at her hip. Yet what grabbed Nathan's attention was the firey look in the young woman's eyes as she glared down at the man in pain.

Nathan glared at everyone, shaking his head, making the crowd look slightly frightful as they recognized Nathan as a noble given his armor.

"This bitch kicked me in the balls!" The man in pain said.

Before the young woman could protest, Henry spoke up. "Watch how you speak, you are in the presence of Nathan Stark!"

Hearing Nathan's name everyone now looked frightful, even the two that were fighting.

Nathan stepped forward as the crowd parted and the two who caused everything looked at Nathan with fear.

The young Stark looked at the girl young girl, who stiffened under Nathan's stare. "He said you... kicked him in his balls," Nathan said with a small chuckle, making the girl look at Nathan with some ease. "Care to tell me why?"

The girl gained a fierce look again as she glared at the fallen man. "This asshole grabbed my ass and told me the only thing I was good for was pleasing him rather than fighting."

"D-Don't listen to her my Lord, she's lying!" The man said in a desperate tone as he looked at Nathan pleadingly. "She's not even of the North! She's a bastard from the South! She doesn't belong here!"

This brought some muttering from among the crowd, all agreeing with the man's words. The young woman looked away, pain and shame on her face.

"Enough," Nathan said, not loud but still strong enough to grab everyone's attention. He then looked at the young woman with a softer look. "My lady, do you plan to fight for the North when the Ironborn come?"

That made the young woman look at Nathan with determination as she knelt before Nathan. "My Lord, though I am from the South I have made the North my home, and I plan to fight for my home."

Nathan smiled at this and looked at everyone with a hard look. "Let me be clear, if you fight for the North, kill for the North, and die for the North, then you are a Northerner! I don't give a fuck where you are born or from who, all I care about is if you are willing to help the North! Is that clear?!"

"Yes, Lord Stark!" Everyone shouted, some in fear, but most out of respect as the girl rose.

Nathan then looked to the man still on the ground, who looked up at Nathan with fear as the young woman stood up.

"I will look this over," Nathan said, making the man sigh in relief. "You grabbed her ass and she gave your balls a fun tap, I say your even," Nathan said, getting some laughter from everyone, even the young woman while the man's face turned red. "If you're looking for pleasure, perhaps you can seek comfort in some of the female Mountain people, or from the women from House Mormont. They must be looking for a few strong men to take home," Nathan said in a cheeky tone.

That made all the men gulp as they looked away. The thing amount Mountain Women is that they were as strong as Mountain Men and took even less shit and fought with more ferocity. If you wanted to claim one, you had to be stronger than them, or they'd have you by the balls. House Mormont was the same, as most men had to beat the women in wrestling before they could claim them as husbands or lovers. Those who were said to lose gained broken noses and broken pride.

"Now get moving, we have more important things than this shit!" Nathan yelled, making everyone jump as they practically ran away, leaving only Nathan, Henry, and the young girl.

"So... you are from the South?" Nathan said casually as he looked at the girl, who seemed to fidget from Nathan's stare. "Perhaps I can get a name?"

"I am... Mya, Lord Stark, Mya Stone." The now named Mya said as she took a breath and looked Nathan in the eyes.

Nathan raised a brow at the last name, Stone.

Stone was the name given to Noble bastards born in the Vale, the same as Snow was given to bastards born in the North.

"A long way from the Vale," Nathan said with a kind smile, not judging Mya.

It was sometimes common for bastards to leave their homes and land to live somewhere else, to get away from the hate of being a Noble Bastard, most even dropped their bastard name to live the life of a peasant. Some nobles didn't allow this for fear that the bastards would rise against the true-born, or to keep the bastard as a possible spare should all the true-born children die or marry off. There was also the fact that while being bastards, most were treated better than most peasants or even some nobility, depending on the strength of the House.

"I... I wanted to get away..." Mya said as she grabbed her arm and looked away before shaking her head. "I'm not running from anything my Lord, I just-"

"You don't have to explain to me," Nathan said as he waved his hand. "If you were hiding yourself, I think you would be smart enough to not come to Windhelm which is getting a lot of attention from Westeros," Nathan said as he smiled at the girl, making Mya's cheeks go slightly red. "I'm just wondering how someone from the Vale made it all the way here?"

Mya brushed her hair behind her ear as she sighed. "When I decided to leave the Vale, I went to Gulltown and was planning to take any ship that would have me. A ship from White Harbor came selling furs and other such items and allowed me to come without any problems. After I heard that Windhelm needed help while in White Harbor, I decided to come with a caravan from White Harbor."

"You good with a sword?" Nathan asked as he eyed the short sword at Mya's hip.

Mya gave a huff as she cocked her hip with her hand, something Nathan didn't take his eyes off of. "While I lived in the Vale I took swordsmanship lessons from the old knights who took pity on me. They all said I had great talent and would have been a great knight had I not been a woman." She said with pride and a bit of lip. "Bunch of horse shit..."

Nathan held back and snorted at that. In the South, most women were not permitted to fight, or become guards or soldiers, but it was still possible for a woman to be one. However, there has never been a woman Knight in the entire history of Westeros, because the Faith of the Seven said only men could become Knights. The North was somewhat the same, but only because women had important jobs that were needed, such as taking care of children, making clothes to handle the harsh cold, and other such things. It was a matter of survival rather than personal wants, as someone had to do the job. That didn't stop a few women from breaking the mold to become warriors, the best examples being House Mormont, Umber, and the Mountain Clans.

Nathan found it amusing because he knew women could become just as good or better with a sword than men.

"Do you have armor?" Nathan asked as he looked Mya up and down and only saw her dressed in tight leather clothes, yet had no armor, not even chain mail.

While leather was light, it offered little protection against swords and hammers.

"I got some armor a few days ago, it's in my room," Mya said with a shrug. "It fits well enough and isn't too heavy."

Nathan nodded, glad Windhelm had decent armor for its soldiers after all the gold that was used.

"So who are you under?" Nathan asked and he looked into Mya's deep blue eyes, taking in all her features.

"Lady Mormont, I will be fighting with her people at the front," Mya said with determination. "Lady Mormont saw me train and said she liked my spirit and offered me to fight with her people."

Nathan understood Lady Mormont's offer. Because House Mormont faced constant raids from the Ironborn and sometimes wildlings, everyone on the island had to fight, both men and women. From what Nathan heard Lady Mormont's daughters were currently guarding House Mormont with a good 600 warriors, all men and women.

"Then I shall take my leave," Nathan said as he gently grabbed Mya's hand and kissed it, making her face turn beet red. "Until we meet again."

With that, Nathan started to walk with Henry in tow, leaving a stunned Mya.

"The people seem tense," Henry commented as he saw people moving around.

"When you know a battle is on the horizon but not the exact time, you are on the lookout for anything," Nathan said as he too saw the tension in the air and saw that everyone was distracting themselves with tasks or even idle talk.

"...My Lord... do you believe we can beat the Ironborn," Henry said with worry.

Nathan gave a soft smile as he saw Henry was being affected by the tension, which was understandable since he was young and inexperienced with battle.

"Yes, Henry, I know we will win," Nathan said as he placed a hand on Henry's shoulder as they walked together. "We have several Lords who are experienced with war and the Ironborn, and we are becoming well prepared. We will win Henry, I know it."

Hearing the confidence in Nathan's voice made Henry feel his confidence.

"I am going to see Lord Tallhart prepare," Henry said as he bowed to Nathan. "Until we meet again Lord Stark!"

Nathan smiled as he saw Henry run away with such enthusiasm, the young Stark hoping Henry could continue to smile after the battle.

"I have to prepare," Nathan said as he gripped the hilt of his sword and marched off to his room. "Winter is Coming."

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Location: The Stony Shores

Anchored in a rocky cove sat 60 ships, a majority being long ships with a few War Galleys.

The rocky cove was tall and uneven, making it hard for anyone to come up or down without creating a lot of commotion, making it ideal for ships to hide.

In the center of the fleet of ships was a particular ship. It was a large longship that had many nicks and cuts, yet still floated and stood proudly on the cold waves, showing how strong the ship truly was. The flag at the top of the ship showed an image of a white bone hand on a field of red, the sigil for House Drumm of the Iron Islands, and the ship was known as The Thunderer.

"Damn it's cold," A figure muttered as he stood on the ship's bow. "We need to burn this fucking fleet before I freeze my balls off."

The figure was an older man with a balled head and a thick brown beard. He wore chainmail over a thick red wool shirt with a brown cloak on his shoulders. On his hip rested a longsword with a blade that looked as red as blood with a silver hilt. This was Lord Dunstan Drumm, Lord of Old Wyk and commander of the current fleet to attack Windhelm.

"Captain," Dunstan turned to see one of his men behind him. "The scouts have returned."

The man before Dunstan was a large fellow with arms as thick as a child's head and broad shoulders, he had a head of long light brown hair and a thick brown beard. The man wore simple fur armor that showed off many of his battle scars and had a two-handed axe resting on his back.

This was Andrik, also known as Andrik the Unsmiling given the man's hard face. Andrik was known as one of the Iron Islands' fiercest warriors, having gone on dozens of raids and always come back in victory.

"What have our scouts reported?" Dunstan asked as he turned to Andrik.

"They said that Windhelm is moving, however, there aren't as many ships as last reported," Andrik said in a gruff tone. "What warships were spotted were made into a blockade, no more than 15, 20 at most. The town is being fortified but it is nothing the Ironborn can't handle. The scouts also claim we outnumber the Northerners by a good 1000 at the very least."

That made Drumm scoff. "It seems King Greyjoy has overestimated the North. I knew the North building a fleet was nothing but shit." The man said as he went to his waterskin and drank deeply, tasting wine.

Dunstan was charged with taking a portion of the Iron Fleet to Windhelm and sacking the port and the Northern fleet. It was all for the Ironborn to become independent of Westeros and rule the seas as it was their right, to return to the Old Ways. As such, Lord Drumm was tasked with burning the Northern Fleet and Windhelm with his 5000 men and 60 ships.

"We'll burn the port, steal their riches, kill the warriors, and take the people as Thralls and Salt Wives," Dunstan said as he looked north with a fire in his eyes and a bloodthirsty grin. "While this Windhelm may not have much in the way of goods, we'll gain glory for the Iron Islands."

In truth, Lord Drumm wanted to voyage to Lannisport with the Greyjoy brothers. Lannisport was said to be one of the wealthiest cities in Westeros, and Lord Drumm could just dream of the spoils from the Lannisters that were said to shit gold. Not to mention that after sacking Lannisport the Iron Fleet would make way to Oldtown in the Reach, another wealthy city. Instead, he was charged with attacking the Northern fleet held in Windhelm to cripple the North and bring power to the Iron Islands.

While there won't be much in the way of spoils, Dunstan Drumm would bring glory to both the Iron Islands and House Drumm. He would take his 5000 men and he could sink Windhelm into the sea for the Drowned God. He would then raid the Northern coast and hit every town, castle, and dock before returning to Old Wyk.

"Tell the men to rest, we attack Windhelm at dawn, and have them forever fear the Ironborn," Dunstan said with a bloody smile before he turned and walked away. "What is dead may never die, but rise again stronger."

"Yes, Lord Drumm."

---

Location: Windhelm

*Knock*Knock*Knock*

"Lord Stark, it's dawn."

Nathan's eyes fluttered open as someone knocked on the door. The first thing he noticed was the room slightly shaking before he remembered where he was. The room was somewhat grand with a large bed, a desk off to the side, and a large trunk at the foot of the bed. Other than that the room was quite bare.

"I'm on The Black Wolf," Nathan thought before he sat up, remembering that yesterday he left for the hidden cove cave when it became dawn. "Enter."

A moment later a man, one of Ulfric's men, entered Nathan's room.

"Do you need assistance putting your armor on, Lord Stark?" The man humbly asked.

Nathan nodded as he opened his trunk to reveal his black armor. "Please, it'll save me some time."

With that, the man helped Nathan put on his armor in less time he would have to do it himself.

"Thank you for the assistance," Nathan said with a nod as he checked himself to make sure everything was right as the man gave a bow.

With that, Nathan exited the room and was instantly greeted by the sight of people working on the ship from below. The ship currently held a good 250 people, with Ulfric Waterman and Lord Wull bringing many of their people and Nathan adding the Stark soldiers to the ship, most of them being archers. Other people had also volunteered to come such as various mountain men and women, a few sellswords who wanted to make a name for themselves, and even a few from House Mormont who wanted vengeance on the Ironborn.

"Good morning Lord Stark!"

Nathan looked down to see Ulfric Waterman, the man impressively holding two scorpion bolts in his arms without any issue.

"Ulfric, everything going good?" Nathan asked as he made his way down to the main deck.

"Waters are calm, and no sight of the Ironborn," Ulfric said as he handed one of the scorpion bolts to his man. "Lord Tallhart has men on consent lookout both night and day. If the Ironborn came we would be able to hear the warning bells."

Nathan remembered an impressive bell that Larence had made not long after the Grand Meet. It was loud enough that everyone in Windhelm could hear it, even from the hidden cove where the Black Wolf was resting. Once the bell rang, the battle would begin.

"So, how are the Scorpions?" Nathan asked as he walked beside Ulfric.

"All prime and ready for use," Ulfric said with a sharp grin. "Lord Blackpearl made sure we were getting the best when making them for our ships," Ulfric said as he placed the scorpion bolt next to one of the Scorpions. "Damn Southerner tried to cheat us and charge double for half of what we have. Lord Blackpearl was having none of it and made sure every War Galley had a Scorpion along with a few Longships, never seen a boy so young yell so loud." He said, making Nathan chuckle.

Scorpions were large crossbows that used a crank to pull the string back before firing. Usually, Scorpions needed two men to crank before firing by a third. Scorpions were usually placed on ships and castles, as they could skin a ship or damage an army.

"You can say that again," Nathan turned to see Hugo Wull walking up to the Scorpion with a big grin. "I can't wait to see these Scorpions in action. I bet the Ironborn will be pissing their pants when we kill a few with them."

"We can't use them too much," Nathan said in a firm tone as he folded his arms. "A good few hits from a Scorpion will sink a ship. We're already going to lose a good number of our own, what ships we gain will be needed to use in the coming war." Nathan said as he looked at the two. "Arrows will be needed to thin the numbers. Our main objective is to hit the leader to break the Ironborn formation, with that they'll be in disorder and we'll have a much easier time surrounding them."

Even if an enemy had superior skills, as long as they couldn't use it they would be useless. Nathan was going to use the Ironborn lack of discipline to his advantage.

"Rushing into the heart of the enemy and killing the leader before he can even shit himself," Hugo said with a soft tone as he grow a wide smile. "They write songs about this lads, so it's up to us to make it a damn good one."

Nathan gave a small laugh, a part of him loving Lord Wull's Northern nature.

"Well, I'm no bard, but I know a few in White Harbor," Nathan said with a grin as the others laughed. "Perhaps we can make something more cheerful than the Lannisters 'Rains of Castamere', that song always-"

*Ding*Ding*Ding*

Hearing the sound of a loud bell made everyone on the boat freeze before Nathan, Hugo, and Wull all ran to the bow of the ship. The bow was just outside the cove to give the three a clear line of sight to the south, and what they saw made them freeze.

It was the Ironborn, a fleet of at least 50 ships or more coming from the south. Nathan had to squint as he saw the largest of the ships leading the fleet, with a red flag with a bone hand.

"House Drumm," Nathan said as he recognized the sigil.

Nathan had studied the Iron Houses extensively, as the Ironborn often used their house sigils as their flags. The young Stark saw other flags in the fleet, such as Myre, Harlaw, Stonehouse, Sparr, and other such houses. The Ironborn were wasting no time going to Windhelm, and as they got closer House Drumm's ship started to fall back.

"They should have lit the signal fire by now," Nathan said as he gripped the hilt of his sword, his heart starting to pound in his chest.

"When do we move Lord Stark?" Hugo asked as he gripped his axe and ironwood shield.

Nathan turned to see all the men on deck, looking at Nathan with expecting eyes. Taking a breath Nathan stepped forward.

"Men of the North!" Nathan yelled out as he stood on the bow of the ship. "We face an enemy that would see us brought low! An enemy that will raid and reap our lands and homes for their pleasure, for their amusement!" Nathan said as he grew a scowl on his face. "I say fuck them!" Nathan shouted, getting cheers from the men on the ship. "They think the North is weak, we'll show them by taking this pathetic excuse for a raid and having them run away like the cravens they are! We'll show the Iron Islands, Balon Greyjoy, and all of Westeros why you don't fuck with the North!"

That made everyone on the ship cheer from a random shiphand to Hugo himself, who raised his battle axe high in the air.

Nathan nodded and looked away while letting out a breath. The speech had been made up on the fly and a bit crude, but Nathan was glad it did the job.

Turning to look out to the sea, Nathan saw the first wave of Ironborn reach the docks, most of them being Longships. Nathan saw archers on top of houses and the blockade started to shoot arrows on the oncoming ships. The young Stark vaguely saw the Ironborn raise their wooden shields to block those arrows, however, the shield could block only block much, thus a good amount of Ironborn had arrows in their stomach, legs, and arms by the time they reached the blockade.

"There following the plan..." Nathan muttered as he saw that once the first wave of Ironborn reached the blockade the archers on the blockade quickly abandoned ship and made haste to Windhelm. As soon as the first wave of Ironborn started to climb onto the blockade ships the second wave was already making haste to the blockade. "Their close enough, and hopefully Lord Ryswell should be here-"

"They're here!"

"About now," Nathan said as he saw the Northern Fleet coming in from the north. Nathan saw that the ships wasted no time getting into position and blocking the Ironborn from escaping. "Alright, it's time we got moving!" Nathan yelled as he grabbed the hilt of his sword. "They'll surround the Ironborn soon, and it's our job to break the Ironborn formation and cause as much chaos as possible. Ulfric, get this ship moving!"

"Yes Lord Stark," Ulfric said before looking to his crew. "Alright you whelp, it's time to show the Ironborn how the North fights at sea!"

With that, the crew started to move as Nathan looked at the warriors on the ship.

"Archers, ready your bows, everyone else, make sure the Ironborn can't board the ship. If they do, cut them down and throw their corpse into the sea for their god to eat." Nathan said before he turned to see the Northern ships surrounding the Ironborn.

Then came the arrows.

Nathan was amazed to see so many arrows shot into the air and falling onto the ships like rain. Some arrows missed the ships and simply hit the water, but a majority of ships were hit by the arrows, killing many Ironborn that were unlucky enough, which was a lot. The thing about wooden shields is that while they were light, they were prone to breaking if kept unchecked or in poor conditions, and the Ironborn were not known to maintain their weapons.

A good number of Ironborn who blocked the arrows with their shields found themselves dead as the arrows punched through the shields. Other Ironborn tried to jump into the water to escape but were much easier to hit since they could be spotted without trouble.

After a few long moments of raining arrows down on the Ironborn, it stopped. Most of the Ironborn ships were littered with arrows and dead bodies, their sails ripped to shreds, leaving them dead in the water. Nathan saw the Ironborn scramble to try and move their ships, a few even tried to run away while others made their way to Windhelm.

Suddenly, Nathan felt the Black Wolf move and soon they were out at sea. So far, everything has been going according to plan, but Nathan still needed to make sure as one wrong step could lead to Windhelm's loss.

"Time to show the Ironborn what the North is made of!" Nathan said with a savage grin as he stood on the bow of The Black Wolf as the dreadnaught moved out to sea.

---

"We've been fooled..." Dunstan Drumm said with shock and anger as he saw another Ironborn ship sink from a Scorpion Bolt.

Everything had been going smoothly at first. As soon as Windhelm came into view Dunstan gave the order to attack the port and sent the first wave of Ironborn. He saw the simple blockade that would only slow down the Ironborn, he also saw that Windhelm had some petty fortifications, and some soldiers that looked ready to fight, but not nearly as many as the Ironborn.

The only thing that caught Dunstan attention was the large column of white smoke in the distance, but Drumm didn't think much of it as the first wave of Ironborn reached the Port, a loud bell ringing as the Ironborn came closer and closer. A few were killed by the archers, but as always the Ironborn prevailed and soon made land on Windhelm as the second wave made their way to the port and Dusten began to order the final wave to move in.

Then the true Northern Fleet appeared, right behind the Ironborn to fuck them in the ass.

The fleet came from the north, most likely from the other side of the Sea Dragon Point. Just as Dunstan started to give orders to try and stop the Northern Fleet, the Ironborn was surrounded.

Then came the arrows.

All around the Ironborn fleet, arrows rained down, killing hundreds of Ironborn in mere moments. The Thunderer and other ships in the center of the Ironborn fleet were left unscathed, but the outer ships were not so lucky. Dozens of ships were slick with blood and bodies, some Ironborn tried to flee into the water but were crushed as ships crashed into them or picked off by arrows. Some Ironborn ships tried to confront the Northern ships, but that just made them the center target before the Northerners boarded the ship and killed everyone without mercy. Sails were ripped to shreds and left dead in the water, allowing the Northerns to surround the ships and board them with ease.

When the North stopped raining arrows they started to move in, sending their longships to the Iron longships before they started to fight, killing more Ironborn before they took the ships. The War Galleys were something else, much stronger, and had Scorpions mounted on the bow, they were able to sink an Ironborn ship with just a few bolts, already sinking 8 ships. One War Galley rammed into a longship at full speed and nearly split the ship in two, killing everyone in seconds.

However, the Ironborn were taking everything lying down. They attacked with their own and boarded a few War Galleys and Longships, the Ironborn had even managed to sink 3 ships with their Iron Scorpions. Yet everyone on the Thunderer could see where the wind was blowing.

"L-Lord Drumm, what do we do?" A scared whelp whined as he looked at the Northern ships with fear. "Should we retreat, come back with more-"

*SLAP*

Dunstan Drumm backhanded the boy hard enough for blood to come out of his mouth and nose as he was thrown to the ground.

"I will not return to the Iron Islands in disgrace after fighting the FUCKING NORTH!" Dunstan growled as the boy was dragged away and thrown to the side. "Failure is not an option!"

"Then what do we do, Lord Drumm?" Andrik asked in a low tone as he looked to see another ship sinking from a Scorpion Bolt while another was on fire.

In truth, Dunstan was stumped. They had lost hundreds in the first few moments and more were dying, everything was in chaos as the North picked them off one by one. Looking at Windhelm, Drumm saw more Ironborn dying from arrows, swords, and pikes to the point that the North was pushing back and throwing them into the cold sea. Dunstan had about 12 ships that were unharmed surrounding The Thunderer, but that wasn't enough to turn things around.

"My Lord, a ship approaches, a very large one!" An Ironborn called out, grabbing Dunstan's attention.

Off to the north was the largest War Galley Dunstan Drumm had ever seen. It was massive, to say the least with multiple Scorpions all over the ship, along with a large number of men, a monster of a ship. As the ship sailed towards them more Northern longships joined the massive ship, 8 more, all heading for them.

However, what grabbed Dunstan's attention was the person standing on the bow of the ship. He could bearly make out the figure, but he could tell it was someone young, with black armor and white hair. Dunstan also noticed the ship flying the sigil of House Stark.

"Nathan Stark..." Dunstan muttered as he recognized the figure, as the Ironborn made sure to keep note of certain nobles that could be used as hostages, and no one was more notable than the heir to House Stark. "That's how we'll win..." Dunstan said as a bloodthirsty grin crossed his lips.

Nathan Stark was the Golden Child of House Stark, loved by everyone in the North. If Dunstan captured Nathan and held the boy hostage, they would have the North by the balls, forcing them to not go to war with the Iron Islands. There was also the possibility of holding the boy for ransom, and Dunstan had heard of House Starks's new wealth that made many in the South jealous. However, House Drumm would only return Nathan Stark after receiving a ship full of gold and breaking the boy to forever fear the Iron Islands.

"House Drumm may lose favor for not destroying the Northern Fleet, but if we bring Nathan Stark to King Balon, the King will surely reward us." Dunstan thought as he looked at his men. "Alright men! We confront that ship!" Dunstan yelled, getting shocked and fearful looks from everyone. "Nathan Stark is on that ship! We will gain victory for the Iron Islands once we bring that whelp in chains!"

That brought cheers from the Ironborn as they started to move. They started shouting to the other ships as Dunstan stood on the bow with Andrik at his side.

"Andrik," Dunstan said in a hard tone as he glared at the large, oncoming ship. "No matter what happens, you must bring Nathan Stark back to the Iron Islands at all costs, for the good of House Drumm and the Iron Islands."

Dunstan Drumm wasn't afraid to die, he would accept the Drowner God with a smile on his face and a blade in his hands. However, the way things were going he may meet his end soon, and should Dunstan fail House Drumm would suffer the shame of losing to the North. To maintain their favorable position with King Balon, House Drumm needs to present a valuable gift to Balon Greyjoy. And what could be a better gift than Nathan Stark himself, the foolish boy who dared to challenge the power of the Iron Islands with a petty fleet, it would be made sweeter if the Stark Boy also had House Stark's Valaryin Steel sword.

"They say the boy is quite skilled and relentless, he won't come quietly," Andrik said with a dead tone.

"Then cripple the little wolf," Dunstan said with a bloodthirsty grin. "Break his knees, his arms, make it so he can't escape, and put the fear of the Drowner God into the little fucker."

With that said, Andrik the Unsmiling gave an unsettling smile that made even Dunstan look weary.

"As you say, captain," Andrik said as he ready his battle axe. "I wonder how the Stark Boy will scream."

---

"Looks like the Ironborn is looking for a fight," Hugo said as he and Nathan stood on the bow.

As planned The Black Wolf made a straight shot for the Drumm Ship, even though it was surrounded by 12 other longships Nathan felt confident given the multiple Scorpions on the Black Wolf, and that the whole ship was made of Ironwood. However, Nathan was surprised to see multiple Northern Ships join Nathan's side, most of them being a mix of Ryswell and Stark men.

As they sailed to the Drumm ship, instead of running away the group of ships made their way towards them. A few of the ships had Scorpions, but not many compared to The Black Wolf.

"Lord Wull, tell the other ships to be weary. While we are winning the battle we are far from victorious." Nathan said in a cautious tone as kept his eyes on the approaching ship. "The Ironborn are still known for their mastery of ships, and I'm not looking to die from the one skill they have."

"Yes Lord Stark," Hugo Wull said as he and a few of Ulfric's men started to shout to the other ships.

Nathan continued to stand on the bow of the ship while keeping his eyes locked on the Drumm ship. As much as Nathan wanted to take command of the ships around him, he had no experience with ship warfare. While Lord Manderly did teach him a thing or two, when it came to combat with ships Nathan had no experience. Nathan just had to trust his people and his instincts to help him through this.

Once the ships were close enough Nathan jumped back as the battle started.

The first to attack was the Ironborn, they shot arrows with what archers they had, and as such the archers from the Northern Ships retaliated. Nathan grabbed a nearby Ironwood shield and held it up to block a few falling arrows, he felt a few hit his armor, but they did nothing but bounce off. The longships engaged the Ironborn first, while the Black Wolf started to fall back and circle to attack from behind. Men on both sides started to die as the Black Wolf fired a few Scorpion Bolts into a few Ironborn ships, not sinking them but scaring them enough for the Northern ships to move around more freely. One Scorpion Bolt had managed to hit the helm of a ship, stopping it dead in the water but keeping the ship intact.

Ulfric had shown his skills in ships as he controlled the Black Wolf and sailed the ship around the others, allowing the men to continue to shoot arrows and bolts at the ships. The Black Wolf was hit with a few scorpion bolts and a few unlucky men did die from arrows, yet not as many as the Ironborn were losing.

This went on for several long moments, and Nathan could see the North was winning with their stronger ships and the Ironborn's lack of discipline.

"Come and face me Nathan Stark!" A voice called out and as Nathan looked to the right of the ship, he found the speaker. "Come face the might of House Drumm!"

Given the man's clothing, ship, name, and the way the Ironborn cheered at his words, Nathan assumed the man was the leader of the Ironborn raid and a member of House Drumm, most likely Lord Drumm himself.

The ship shot arrows and even threw axes at the side of the ship. Nathan and several other men raised their shields while the archers fired arrows back at the ship.

"Someone starts shooting at them before they board-"

*Buh-Wham*

*CRASH*

Without warning the ship jerked to a stop, knocking a few people off their feet, including Nathan as he slammed into the floor.

"What the fuck happened?!" Hugo yelled as he looked to the side of the ship and looked up front, and what he was made his eyes widen. "Fucking hell..."

Two Ironborn ships had rammed into The Black Wolf, stopping the ship in its place. The first ship was broken in half while the second ship was damaged, but still floating in the water. Those that survived swam to the second ship, and Hugo could already see that the Ironborn were getting ready to board with ropes and hooks.

"AH!" A Northern yelled in pain as an arrow struck him in the arm, making Hugo whip his head to see a third ship closing in.

"You got to me fucking kidding me!" Nathan yelled as he saw what Hugo saw.

Nathan saw that the ships that had joined them were fighting the remaining 5 Ironborn ships. The Ironborn showed their true skill as they practically sailed circles around the Northern Ships, picking at them like vultures.

Without another word, Nathan ran to the nearest Scorpion and aimed at the third, oncoming Ironborn ship. Nathan knew he didn't have enough time to sink the ship with the Scorpion bolts, but he could slow it down.

Taking a breath and taking careful aim at a particular part of the Longship, Nathan fired at the ship's mast.

*TWAT*

*CRASH*

"Direct hit!" Nathan yelled as he saw the bolt slam into the ship's mast and break the mast.

The mast fell onto the ship, killing a few Ironborn under its weight. Nathan grinned like a madman but frowned as he saw the Ironborn start to use oars to move into the water.

"Lord Stark, we're being boarded!" Ulfric yelled as he came on deck with a sword and shield in hand.

Nathan turned back to see a few Ironborn had already boarded the ship with more following. The Northern men that were close managed to kill a few, but quickly found themselves overwhelmed and slain before they could truly fight back.

"Men, let's show the Ironborn how a Northern fights!" Nathan yelled as he drew his sword. "For the North!"

"For the North!" The men cheered as everyone charged.

The sounds of battle filled the ship, steel hitting iron, men crying in pain and anger as they were stabbed, gutted, and killed. Hugo Wull displayed incredible strength and ferocity as he swung his axe into the skull of an Ironborn, splitting it in two as he bashed his shield into the face of another, nearly sending the man flying. Ulfirc Waterman showed impressive skill as he used both his sword and shield to block and slash with the two before he cut down the Ironborn.

And in the center was Nathan Stark himself.

Nathan found himself squaring off against three Ironborn men, all older and slightly larger with bastard swords in hand, one with a wooden shield.

"Haha, you are quite a pretty boy," One of the Ironborns said with a wicked laugh. "Pretty like a girl."

"I bet he screams like one if he's fucked." The second one said with another laugh. "Are you going to scream for us pretty boy-"

Nathan heard enough and acted.

With a growl, Nathan dipped low and thrust his sword at the Ironborn in the middle. The sword hit the wooden shield but didn't stop the strike, piercing the rotting wood as the sword cut into the Ironborn's neck, spraying blood everywhere. Without missing a second Nathan spun his body and slashed his sword down at the Ironborn on his left, cutting into the poor leather armor from his neck down to his chest.

This all happened in the span of a few seconds as Nathan turned to the last Ironborn, who now looked at Nathan with a grim face and slight fear.

"For the Iron-" The man started to yell but Nathan didn't give him the chance.

Swinging his sword up with a roar the Ironborn tried to block it but Nathan's strength was too great for him, and the man soon found his arm was in the air, leaving himself open.

Fearing for his life the man roared and charged at Nathan, trying to knock the boy down while using his larger size. However, Nathan was wearing full-plated armor and was about the same height as the man before him, thus the young Stark did not go down.

Instead, using all his strength and weight, Nathan slammed his armored boot into the Ironborn's knee. A sickening crunch was heard the man's knee bent backwards. The Ironborn man screamed as he fell to the ground, holding his broken knee. Nathan wasted no time raising his sword and stabbing it into the man's chest, killing him instantly.

"Bastard!"

Moving on instinct, Nathan lunged to the side as an axe came down from where he stood, cutting into the chest of the dead Ironborn. Spinning around, Nathan saw four more Ironborns, all pointing their weapons at the young Stark.

"Ha, so this is how the Ironborn has survived," Nathan said mockingly as he reached behind himself and pulled out his wolf helmet. "Hitting everyone in the back, running away when things get hard," Nathan said as he saw a few Ironborn ships escape into the distance. "Fucking Cravens the lot of you."

"Quiet whelp, we'll kill you and everyone at this frozen port!" One of the Ironborns shouted as the others growled.

"The Ironborn will conquer the North, for we are the strongest!" Another shouted as he gripped his axe.

Nathan just laughed mockingly as he placed his wolf helmet over his head. "Stong, Ironborn, that's not right," Nathan said as he clipped his helmet on and his sword. "The North is strong, the Ironborn are cravens who can only attack helpless smallfolk and can only fuck when they force a woman!"

Not giving the Ironborn a chance to talk, Nathan charges.

Slashing his sword to the side Nathan made the Ironborn jump back in fear as he slammed his shoulder into one, throwing the man into the ground. Another Ironborn roared as he charged Nathan from behind, yet the Ironborn didn't get far as Nathan twisted his sword and stabbed it behind himself, impaling the Ironborn with force.

"Bastard!"

Nathan brought his sword up just in time to take an axe swing. The Ironborn tried to hook Nathan's sword and pull it away, but Nathan kept a tight grip on his sword and instead pulled back, pulling the axe out of the Ironborn's hands. Without a weapon, the Ironborn tried to pull out a short sword from his hip but Nathan already brought his sword down onto the Ironborn's shoulder, nearly taking it clean off as the man screamed in pain before Nathan kicked the man in the chest, sending him to the ground as he was trampled by Northern men and Ironborn alike.

*Clang"

"Fuck!" Nathan shouted in pain as a sword slammed into his back.

Spinning around, Nathan saw the final Ironborn that challenged him. A boy about the same age as him, bearly entering manhood, the boy looked at Nathan with fear, practically shaking in his boots as he timidly held up his sword.

"D-Drop your weapon boy! I-I may show you mercy!" The young man shouted, yet Nathan could hear the fear in his voice. Without a word matched forward with his sword low. "I said drop the sw-"

Without a word, Nathan slammed his fist into the young man's face, blood and teeth flying into the air as the boy slammed into the deck and fell unconscious. Nathan looked at the young man for a long moment before turning away. It would be better to kill him now, lest he becomes a threat later or seeks vengeance. Yet the Ironborn was barely a man, most likely this being his first battle, and to kill him would leave a bad taste in Nathan's mouth.

Still, Nathan wouldn't save him if he got back up and tried to kill another Northerner, or if someone else stabbed the boy while he was unconscious. Nathan would leave the boy's fate up to the gods.

"Ah!"

Nathan whipped his head to the side to see a mountain man scream bloody murder as his arm was chopped off before he found an axe in his skull. As the Mountain man fell the Ironborn looked at Nathan with a grim face.

"So you are the Little Wolf of the North?" The man before Nathan said.

The man before Nathan looked nothing like the Ironborn he had fought and killed so far. This man was taller than Nathan, yet had strong arms that wielded a thick Iron axe and fur armor, which was caked in blood.

"Lord Dustan Drumm has told me to bring you to him," He said as an amused smile crossed his face, which unsettled Nathan greatly. "Though he said I can break your arms and legs Little Wolf."

"You no ordinary Ironborn," Nathan said as he readied his sword. "Can I get a name?"

The man's face became grim again as he shrugged. "People call me Andrik the Unsmiling."

Hearing that name made Nathan wince as he gripped his sword tighter. Andrik the Unsmiling was somewhat infamous in Westeros, where both the Reach and Westerland lords had put a bounty on his head. He was ruthless, and skilled, and was known to be one of the Ironborn's strongest warriors.

And he had set his sights on Nathan.

"My name is Nathan Stark, some call me the White Wolf of the North," Nathan said as he glared at Andrik through his wolf helmet. "Now let's stop talking and fight!"

The two charged at one another, swinging their weapons at the same time.

Nathan winced as his sword slammed into Andrik's axe, feeling the force through his hands and body.

"Too Strong!" Nathan thought with worry as he sidestepped a slash from Andrik, trying to be light on his feet.

Nathan recognized that Andrik was far stronger than Nathan, and pure strength can make a large difference in a fight. With Andrik's experience and ruthlessness, Nathan realized this would be his hardest fight yet.

"He said he needs me alive, broken, but alive," Nathan thought as he started to slash his sword, to which Andrik parried with a surprising amount of skill. "He won't go for the killing blow, but may take an arm and a leg."

Nathan realized that Lord Drumm knew he couldn't win the battle after falling into the Northern trap. The only way for Lord Drumm to come out with some form of victory is to take the Heir of the North as a hostage, Nathan Stark.

"I can't let them take me, or the North would be in a hard spot in the coming war." Nathan thought, knowing that his uncle would come to save him if such a thing happened, but Nathan wouldn't allow himself to be taken, no matter what.

The two started exchanging blows, and Nathan landed a few cuts on Andrik's body. However, the large Ironborn man gave more than he took, as his axe slashed and hacked at Nathan's arms and chest. Had it not been for Nathan's armor, the young Stark would have been long dead.

The young Stark grunted as he jumped back to dodge a wide swing from Andrik, barely missing his chest plate. However, when Nathan stepped back he didn't go far as his back slammed into something. Looking around Nathan saw he was on the edge of the ship, behind him was House Drumm's main ship, where both Northerns and Ironborn fought for their life.

Realizing he's been pushed into a corner Nathan quickly pushed himself up and held his sword.

Andrik looked at Nathan with a blank look on his face, even as more Ironborn died around him, Andrik did not change his face.

"It's been fun, little wolf, but the game is over," Andrik said in a dead tone as he gripped his axe.

Nathan scoffed as he glared at Andrik. "It's not over until one of us is dead, and it ain't going to be me!"

Andrik rolled his eyes before he charged at Nathan, to which the White Wolf did the same.

The two swung their weapons, despite feeling the ringing in his hands, Nathan roared as he managed to push Andrik back, much to the large man's shock. Andrik was further shocked by Nathan's sudden ferocity, finding the change strange.

"A cornered Wolf," Andrik thought with realization as he lunged to the side, feeling the Stark's sword cut his cheek. "He's like a cornered wolf, fighting for survival with his last strength." Andrik thought before he dodged a strike by leaning back and slamming his axe into the Stark's chest, making the boy stumble back before he locked blades with Andrik, the two fighting for dominance as Andrik slowly pushed Nathan to the edge of the ship. "But it's useless, the boy is weakening fast. Once I push him over the edge he won't be able to move. We'll escape and show the boy how strong the Ironborn-"

*Koom*

Without warning Nathan slammed his helmet into Andrik's face with all his might. Thanks to Nathan's rigorous training with heavy armor and heavy swords his back muscles were well-developed, allowing Nathan to headbutt Andrik with much strength with an armored head.

A sickening crunch was heard as Nathan's helmet slammed into Andrik's face, his nose exploding in blood as his face caved in from the force.

Andrik's vision went white as pain erupted from his face, yet despite that the Ironborn roared as he brought his axe down from above, aiming for Nathan's head in a blind rage.

Nathan saw this and parried the axe skillfully, feeling his hands shake from the force. With Andrik open, Nathan stuck the Ironborn's left shoulder, Nathan's sword cutting into the flesh.

The cut was shallow thanks to Andrik's fur armor, but deep enough to cause the man great pain, as the unsmiling man gave a bloody roar as blood dripped down his face.

Before Nathan could attack Andrik swung his axe up with his right hand, the force ripping Nathan's sword out of his hands.

The young Stark could only look in shock before being kicked in the chest by the large man, sending Nathan overboard.

Everything slowed down for Nathan as he fell off the boat and his life flashed before his eyes. He thought of his family, friends, his people, and his ideas for the North to truly make it thrive.

And then he felt rage, rage against the Ironborn for trying to take everything away. To take away what they have built, what Nathan had gained after losing his father and mother when he was just a baby.

"FUUUUUCK!" Nathan roared with fury as he fell off the Black Wolf.

Andrik panted heavily as he saw the young Stark fall off the ship. He looked to his left shoulder and grimaced as he saw the wound spilling blood down his left arm, it was a bad wound, but far from the worst he's ever had. Grabbing a leather strap from his wast, Andrik tied it around his shoulder, slowing the bleeding as it throbbed in pain.

"Now to leave the fucking North with the brat," Andrik thought as he glanced around to see both the North and Ironborn still fighting, both sides losing men. "We have already lost too many men and ships we will need for the war and-"

"LORD STARK!"

Andrik's instinct took over as the man dove to the side as an axe slammed into the floor with enough force to shatter.

Spinning around Andrik saw a large man with a steel axe and wooden shield in hand. The man had pure fury in his eyes as he glared at Andrik with hatred, but the large man controlled his anger.

"On behalf of Clan Wull, I will take your fucking head for what you did to Lord Stark!" The large man shouted before he charged at Andrik.

Andrik gained a broad look at the aged Northener as he grabbed his axe with his good arm and readied himself.

"Let's end this fat man, I already miss the Iron Islands."

With that, the two warriors charged at one another.

---

"Breath... Hold... Fire!"

"AH!" An Ironborn cried out in pain as he was shot in the chest, his body hitting the ground as it was trampled by more Iornborn and Northerners.

Henry of White Harbor steeled his heart as he pulled out another arrow from his quiver before firing again, hitting an Ironborn in the knee.

When the battle started, Henry along with other archers shot arrows after arrows at the oncoming Ironborn. Henry killed his first man with an arrow through his eye, the sight of the man falling dead made Henry freeze, before he was slapped by another archer, telling Henry to focus or else he would die.

So Henry continued to fire arrow after arrow at the Ironborn, steeling his heart as he killed the men who were invading his home.

Henry was told from a young age how the wars and battles of Westeros were places of glory and honor, how even a simple peasant could gain nobility and honor for themselves.

However, Lord Stark told Henry what war truly was.

"War is hell... and it fucking sucks..." Henry muttered bitterly as he fired another arrow.

The only fulfillment Henry felt was knowing that he was protecting his home from invaders who would destroy everything his Lord had built for their benefit. That the Ironborns are cravens that would kill the men, steal the women to be used as slaves or playthings, and burn the North while proclaiming how strong the Ironborn are.

"We're pushing the Ironborn back!" A Northener yelled from the ground as Henry looked to the sea.

True enough, many Ironborns were fleeing onto their ships and back to sea away from Windhelm. Those unlucky enough to not reach the boat were already dead or being overwhelmed by Northerners.

Seeing this Henry sprang into action.

The young archer quickly jumped off his perch and onto the ground before making his way to the docks as fast as he could. Henry ran through the blood-filled streets toward the docks with a fire in his eyes.

Henry had heard from Lord Nathan that he would be leading some of the best warriors to the lead ship to break the Ironborn apart from the heart. The next part of the plan was for the Northerners in Windhelm to steal Ironborn ships and join the fight at sea. For Henry, he wanted nothing more than to fight at his Lord's side.

"Watch out!"

Without warning a wooden shield slammed into Henry's face, knocking the young archer to the ground.

As soon as Henry hit the ground he scrambled to see a bloody Ironborn standing over him with an axe in hand, raised to the air with a mad look in his eyes. Henry reached for his short sword but found it tangled in his belt, making the boy's heart freeze.

The Ironborn raised his axe with a blood-thirsty smile-

"HA!"

Without warning a sword pierced the Ironborn's neck, blood gushing from the wound as the Ironborn went still before falling to the ground.

"Get up, the fight is far from over!"

Henry looked up and his eyes widened when he saw a familiar face holding the bloody sword.

"Are you going to fight, or keep gawking like a madien!" Mya Stone yielded as Henry as she held out her hand.

Snapping out of his daze with a shake of his head, Herny grabbed Mya's hand as the girl lifted the young archer with a surprising amount of strength.

"Still right in the head?" Mya asked as Henry just stood still before shaking his head.

"I'm good!" Henry yelled over the sounds of battle before pulling an arrow and firing into the distance, the arrow hitting the back of a fleeing Ironborn.

"Then let's go!" Mya yelled as she and Henry ran through the streets of Windhelm, the duo making a surprisingly good pair as Mya fought any Ironborn that got too close while Henry shot down any that got too close.

"Where's Lord Stark?" Mya yelled as she managed to cut down another Ironborn with her sword, the man's blood splattering her face, yet she ignored it.

"In the heart of the battle!" Henry yelled as he continued to shoot arrows with Mya by his side, making sure to only hit the Ironborn. "He's attacking the leading ship to end the Ironborn attack as soon as possible!" Henry yelled as he managed to headshot an Ironborn. "We're supposed to steal any Ironborn ships and join Lord Stark in disturbing the Ironborn fleet!"

"Then we need to move!" Mya yelled as she stabbed her sword into an Ironborn knee before slicing into his neck.

The two continued to kill the fleeing Ironborn with ruthless efficiencies before they reached the docks. Henry spotted a few Northerners already having stolen some Ironborn ships and joining the battle at sea. At the far end of the dock, Henry saw a particular Northener just about ready to take an Ironborn ship.

"Kodlak Whitemane!" Henry called out.

Henry saw the aged warrior along with his band ready to take an Ironborn ship that had managed to get past the blockade.

Kodlak looked back after cutting an Ironborn's head clean off.

"Ah, the young lad who was with Lord Stark!" Kodlak said with a smile as his men finished off the rest of the Ironborn on the ship. "Still alive I see! Looking to join the battle at sea?"

"Yes, Lord Stark has just engaged the leading Ironborn ship and I wish to fight by his side!" Henry said with determination.

"Ha! The lad has a fire that can melt snow!" One of Kodlak's men shouted as he sheathed his sword and shield. "Saw you take out a few Ironborn with that bow, you can give Aela a run for her coin." The large man said before he looked at Mya. "And you, you've got a sense of battle, killed several Ironborn with just a few swings of that shitty sword." The man said, making both blink. "Young warriors killing grown men are hard to miss."

"Well if Vilkas can attest to your skills, then join us!" Kodlak said before a hard look crossed his face. "How's the ship, is it sea-worthy?"

"Everything seems to be okay Kodlak!" A large man with a battleaxe called from the Ironborn longship. "We're ready when you are! Just let Aela take down that Ironborn flag!"

"Done!" A redhead woman standing on the ship's mast called, holding an Ironborn flag in hand before she threw it into the sea.

"Then let's move men! To the heart of the storm!" Kodlak called out, getting cheers from the men as Henry and Mya quickly followed.

With that, the Ironborn ship slowly left the Windhelm dock, heading to the battle at sea.

Standing at the base of the mast, Kodlak looked at the battle at sea with a hard look.

"Aela, how's the battle at sea!?" Kodlak called up to the redhead archer.

Aela's green eyes narrowed as she managed to take in mostly everything. As the best archer under Kodlak, she had the best eyes out of everyone.

"We're winning Kodlak!" Aela yelled with a grin, getting cheers from the men on the ship. "The Northern fleet is sinking and taking over ships one after another, while a good number of Ironborn are fleeing!"

"So it seems we've all but won," Kodlak said with a firm nod, feeling pleased.

"What about Lord Stark's ship?" Henry called from the deck, grabbing a few eyes. "Lord Stark was to engage the leading ship to disrupt the Iron Fleet, he's on the largest ship out of the fleet!"

Aela nodded as she scanned the waters before pointing out. "There! I see Lord Stark's ship!"

Everyone went to the left side of the ship to see an intense battle in the center of everything. Lord Stark's ship, the Black Wolf, was engaging several Ironborn ships with the help of Northern ships. Everyone looked at the large ship in awe, especially how it rammed into two Ironborn ships, splitting one in half and nearly breaking the second one.

"...Does Lord Stark even need us?" One Northerner joked, bringing some laughs on the ship.

Mya looked out to the Black Wolf, while her eyes weren't the best she still had sharp eyes. And what she saw made them widen.

"We need to go!" Mya yelled out, making everyone look at her. "The Ironborn have trapped Lord Stark's ship, and they're boarding it!"

"Move, get this ship moving!" Kodlak yelled and everyone started to move the ship towards the Black Wolf.

Henry stood on the deck, looking at the battle with worry as he felt his heart clench.

"Old Gods protect you, Lord Stark."

---

"Fuuuuk-" Nathan screamed before he felt his back slammed into something, not quite soft, but softer than wood, yet still gave a snapping sound. "...Fuck..." Nathan groaned before he jumped onto his feet.

Glancing down, Nathan saw that he had landed on an Ironborn, crushing the man to the point his neck snapped with the weight of his armor. Without hesitation Nathan grabbed a sword from the ground and held it up, looking around the ship he had landed on.

Both Northerners and Ironborn were fighting on the ship, yet Nathan could see that the Ironborn were winning on the ship. Most likely they were some of the best warriors in the whole fleet, not surprising as they were with the lead ship. No one had noticed Nathan, as everyone was too absorbed in their fighting to notice the warrior who fell from another ship.

"Well, well, the famous White Wolf of the North has fallen into my lap."

Whirling around, Nathan held his sword to see five Ironborns facing Nathan, the lead man grabbing the young Stark's attention as he was dressed much fancier by Ironborn standards.

"Lord Drumm I assume," Nathan said with a grim smile while looking at the older, bald man.

Lord Drumm snorted while resting his hand on his sword. "They said you were a Clever Wolf," The man said with amusement as he snapped his fingers and one of his men brought out a thick rope. "Now let's see if you understand this, you have two options. First, is that you surrender and become my hostage, we will leave the North immediately and the battle will end here. The second option is that you fight me and my best warriors, lose an arm and leg and still become a hostage while we kill more of your people. The choice is yours, Little Wolf."

Nathan couldn't help but give a loud scoff, making Lord Drumm narrow his eyes.

"You must think me a fool," Nathan said with a small laugh, yet he glared at the Iron Lord with amusement. "The Ironborn aren't known for treating their hostages well, and you fuckers go back on your words the moment it's convenient for you. I would have to be the biggest fool in Westeros to trust the word of an Ironborn raider!"

Lord Drumm's face turned red with anger as his fist started to shake. "Careful with your words boy, you are outnumbered and on my ship! Don't think just because we fell for your cowardly trap that you have the upper hand!"

Nathan couldn't help it, as soon as those words left Lord Drumm's mouth, the young Stark threw his head back and gave the loudest laugh ever in his life. It was so loud that it grabbed the attention of nearly everyone on the ship, and Lord Drumm's face turned red with pure anger.

"Oh, the hypocrisy!" Nathan said with a booming laugh while looking at Lord Drumm with a sharp smile. "You claim the North used a cowardly trap, yet it was the Ironborn that planned to use a surprise attack to destroy the Northern Fleet for no reason other than your greed! You think you can flee after capturing me, yet with your ship surrounded, you have no hope of escaping!" Nathan said before he glared at Lord Drumm with pure hatred, something that caught the older man off guard by how cold the young boy's eyes were. "You are trying to destroy everything the North has built for no reason. You are trying to kill my people and steal from my home while turning my people into nothing more than slaves." Nathan said with pure anger while glaring at Lord Drumm. "You've got balls, I'll give you that."

Dunstan Drumm looked as if Nathan's words slapped him before he too glared at the young Stark. "You Northerners should feel honored to serve the Ironborn. We once ruled the seas and struck fear into the heart of Westeros!"

Nathan snorted while shaking his head. "Delusinol to the very end, it's so pathetic I almost feel sorry for you," Nathan said before looking at Lord Drumm with a bored look, the man's face now turning as red as his sword. "The Ironborn's glory days have long since passed for more than 300 years, yet you still cling to such delusions it is almost pitiful. What's more pitiful is that the man you've decided to follow thinks he can take on the North with only 20,000 souls at the most while breaking the King's Law." Nathan said before he raised his sword and pointed it at Lord Drumm. "Now enough talking, you will die here and I will have your head for the North while sending you and your raiders to that monster you call a god!"

Never before in his life has Lord Drumm felt such anger. Not only had this young up-start insulted him, but he also insulted the Ironborn, King Balon, their way of life, and insulted the Drowner God in just a few moments.

"Fuck it," Lord Drumm said as he snatched the rope from his men and threw it to the side. "I was going to let you live, perhaps as a cripple, but still live. But now I'm going to take your head as a trophy and strap your corpse to the front of my ship so everyone will know how the Heir to the North died like the whelp he is!" Lord Drumm said with cold fury as he pulled out his sword and pointed it to Nathan. "Kill Him!"

Without a word, the four Ironborn charged at Nathan while the young Stark grew a blood-thirsty grin.

"True fights aren't epic long battles that last for hours or days," Nathan thought as he jumped forward, making the first Ironborn swing his sword, however, Nathan suddenly jumped back until his back slammed into the side of the ship, the Ironborn's strike missing and slamming into the deck. Giving a mad grin, Nathan suddenly thrust his sword with his one hand, the sword piercing the Ironborn's right eye, killing the man before he hit the ground. "They end in seconds."

As the first Ironborn slowly fell to the deck, his body blocked the other two, but not the third as he charged at Nathan with an axe and shield. Leaning against the side of the ship, Nathan jumped up and slammed both armored feet into the man's shield, sending the man to the ground.

Nathan didn't hesitate to jump into the air with his sword in hand as soon as his feet touched the deck, planting the sword into the man's chest just as he hit the ground.

Unfortunately, before Nathan could remove the sword, the two remaining Ironborn jumped on his back, trying to bring the young Stark to the ground.

"Hold the slippery fucker so I can take his head off!" Lord Drumm yelled as he held his red sword in the air as the two Ironborn men.

"Raw!" Nathan roared in anger and annoyance as he used all his strength to try and throw the Ironborn off, yet the two men together were stronger than him.

"So ends Nathan Stark!" Lord Drumm said with a wicked smile as he looked Nathan in the eyes while raising his red blade. "I'll send you to your mother and father boy-AH!"

Without warning, an arrow struck Lord Drumm's arm, making the large man stagger back as he looked at the arrow in shock.

"For the North!" A voice from above called out, and a moment later a figure landed the Ironborn holding Nathan's right side.

When Nathan saw who had landed on the Ironborn, the young Stark felt his eyes widen.

"Mya!" Nathan shouted as he recognized the bastard girl from the Vale who had 'literally' jumped into the middle of the fight.

As Mya brought down the Ironborn she didn't hesitate to pull a dagger from her boot and stab the man in the chest. The man screamed in pain and tried to fight the young woman off, but Mya was surprisingly strong.

Nathan snapped out of his daze and managed to punch the Ironborn holding his left side, but not before taking his sheathed sword and slashing at the man's chest, cutting into his leather armor and skin, but not enough to kill him.

"Lord Stark!" Nathan turned to see Henry of all people on another ship with Kodlak Whitemane and other warriors from the North, all on a stolen Ironborn ship. "We've come to help!" Henry said as he took aim with his bow and fired an arrow, hitting an Ironborn in the leg as Kodlak and his men started to board Lord Drumm's ship.

"Henry!" Nathan shouted with a laugh as he quickly picked up a fallen sword from the deck and blocked a sword strike from Lord Drumm, who looked at Nathan with pure rage. "Am I happy to see you!" Nathan said as he swiped his sword for Lord Drumm's neck, yet the aged Ironborn leaned back just in time before slashing his sword. "Mya, think you can watch my back while I take Lord Drumm's head?" Nathan asked in an almost playful tone as he ducked under Lord Drumm's swipe, the young Stark seeing Mya facing off against another Ironborn.

"Leave it to me, Lord Stark!" Mya yelled over the sounds of battle as she ducked under a sword strike before slicing into the Ironborn's knee, nearly taking the leg off as she kicked the man down and stabbed him in the chest. "But don't keep me waiting!" Mya said while giving Nathan a fierce smile with a wink before charging at another Ironborn.

"...What a woman." Nathan breathed with a smile before he yelped as Lord Drumm swung his sword for Nathan's neck once again. "Oi, that was rude old man!" Nathan said with an annoyed tone at the Iron Lord.

"Do you truly think you have time to gawk at some whore?!" Lord Drumm said as he started to swing his sword widely. "All I need to do is take your head and I will have won! Killing the golden child of the North will bring glory to House Drumm for years!"

As Lord Drumm raised his sword Nathan slashed his sword swiftly, forcing Lord Drumm to hastily block while stumbling back.

"Do you think I can't handle one, old Ironborn raider that needs four other men to take on one young Northener?" Nathan said with a scoff as he and Lord Drumm started to circle one another, Nathan with a grin while Lord Drumm continued to glare at the white hair Stark. "You will be the one to die here, Lord Drumm." Nathan then glanced at the unique red blade in Lord Drumm's hands. "And I'll be taking that sword from your corpse."

The moment Nathan saw the blade in Lord Drumm's hands, the young Stark could tell it wasn't a normal blade, for no normal blade could be blood-red and sharp enough to cut into a steel sword. That's when Nathan realized that the blade in Lord Drumm's hands was Red Rain, the Valaryan Steel sword of House Drumm.

"Oh, I have plans for you," Nathan thought as his smile turned a bit greedy.

Lord Drumm growled, yet managed to control his anger to not blindly attack the young Stark as he did before. While Lord Drumm was experienced and had taken the lives of many men and women, he wasn't blinded to the young Stark's strength and skill. Yet the Iron Lord was still confident that he could win against some whelp in his first war.

Neither one moved despite the sounds of battle raging on all around them.

Suddenly, the first to move was Nathan.

The young Stark lunged forward, japing his sword and aiming for Lord Drumm's head. However, the Iron Lord parried the strike and kicked Nathan in the chest before slashing his sword down. Nathan jumped back and bearly dodged the slash, feeling the tip of the sword scratch Nathan's armor, which showed.

After regaining his footing, Nathan held his blade out and kept his eyes on Lord Drumm. Seeing the old man's hard face not change, Nathan had to admit the Iron Lord was a seasoned warrior, one Nathan couldn't take lightly.

"Time to use what I've learned from those fighters from White Harbor and Essos," Nathan thought before he lunged forward once again.

Nathan started with a downward strike, which Lord Drumm blocked, sparks flying as their swords clashed against one another. Nathan was relentless with his strikes but didn't put his full power into them as he was just putting pressure on Lord Drumm without giving the man any time to breathe. Nathan then brought a heavy strike from the right, catching Lord Drumm off guard just enough for Nathan to lung his sword forward.

Lord Drumm tried to dodge but it was too late as the thrust sliced into the man's shoulder, drawing first blood. Gritting his teeth, Lord Drumm took the blow before lunging forward and back handing Nathan with his iron gauntlet.

Nathan felt blood pool in his mouth, but the young Stark hand taken harder blows during his training. Planting his feet firmly on the ground, Nathan rams his left shoulder into Lord Drumm's chest, making the older man stumble back. Nathan tried to bring his blade on Lord Drumm's head, but the Old Ironborn locked the blade and held it down on the wooden deck.

Suddenly, Lord Drumm pulled a dagger from his belt and tried to stab Nathan in the neck. However, the young Stark manages to dodge the dagger at the last minute, the dagger cutting into Nathan's shoulder, drawing blood.

Slapping the dagger out of Lord Drumm's hand, Nathan gave a loud growl before grabbing the back of Lord Drumm's head and headbutting the Iron Lord.

Nathan's helmet cut into the top of Lord Drumm's bald head, drawing blood. Yet despite the pain and blood, Lord Drumm kicked Nathan in the chest, sending the young Stark to the floor.

The white-haired Stark took the blow and rolled across the neck before landing on his feet, his sword raised without any hesitation.

Once again the two circled one another, ignoring the battle going on around.

Out of the corner of his eye, Nathan saw Kodlak and his men successfully board the Ironborn ship, killing Ironmen left and right. Nathan also saw Mya had kept to her promise and made sure no Ironborn interfered with the battle he had with Lord Drumm, as her sword and armor were slick with Ironborn blood. Henry was on another ship skillfully shooting his bow and taking down several Ironborn, giving much-needed support.

Quickly looking back to the Iron Lord before him, Nathan took everything he saw. Despite the blood pouring down Lord Drumm's face, the man still kept his breath steady and didn't look fazed by the cut in the least. Nathan also looked over Lord Drumm's armor once more. It was a mix of leather and iron that protected his vitals, light enough that should he fall in the water, he could still swim.

"Despite worshiping their god of the sea, they still fear drowning," Nathan thought before he grinned.

Once again Nathan charged at Lord Drumm. The young Stark started with a slash from the left, making sure to put enough power into it. This caught Lord Drumm slightly off guard as he could only block the heavy blow, and before he could react Nathan had struck again with the same force.

"Lord Drumm isn't a fence fighter," Nathan thought as he stepped back Lord Drumm slashed his sword before the young Stark thrust his, hitting the shoulder plate. "All of his skill with a blade is gained through experience from countless battles. While that is more useful than learning fancy moves,"

Lord Drumm gave a frustrated growl as he made a hasty slash of Red Rain, one filled with anger and frustration.

However, this has been what Nathan's been waiting for.

Nathan blocked the sword strike and managed to parry the blow while stepping back. As Nathan stepped back he thrust his sword forward, not aiming for Lord Drumm's chest, but the Iron Lord's wrist. Nathan had noticed that Lord Drumm didn't have well-made gauntlets, as they were iron mixed with leather. Thus, Nathan's sword easily cut into the Iron Lord's wrist, as the leather was in poor condition and old, making it bleed heavily.

Lord Drumm growled but did not scream in pain. Instead, the Iron Lord grabbed his sword with his dominant hand before ripping his belt from his waist and tying it around his hand.

"Slippery fucker..." Lord Drumm growled before he swung his sword with much more power.

"Clever fucker," Nathan corrected with a cocky grin but kept his eyes sharp.

Lord Drumm clicked his teeth before giving another heavy blow. Nathan stepped back causing Lord Drumm to miss, but the Iron Lord quickly swung his sword again, not giving Nathan any time to breathe. Lord Drumm aimed for all of Nathan's vitals, his shoulders, head, face, and knees, all with the intent to kill or maim. Lord Drumm gave a vertical swing of his sword, forcing Nathan to jump back to dodge. However, the tip of the blade scratched the front of Nathan's chest plate, and to Nathan's shock, he saw a huge gash on his armor. Nathan also glanced at the blade he had picked up and grimaced slightly as he saw it was already heavily chipped.

"Yup, that's Valerian Steel," Nathan thought before looking to Lord Drumm, who looked slightly pale and was panting heavily. "He's losing too much blood and is much older than me, he's slowing down." Nathan shifted his weight and winced slightly as he felt pain in his shoulder. "Though I'm not in perfect shape either."

Thanks to Nathan's armor he hadn't been stabbed or slashed, except for a few cuts here and there. However, Nathan still felt the force of every blow, not to mention the fall from the Black Wolf, making his body bruised and battered, and he started to feel tired from the long battle.

"We both can't keep this up," Nathan thought as he looked into Lord Drumm's eyes and saw that Lord Drumm was of a similar mindset. "This fight ends now."

Both warriors charged at one another before locking blades, struggling to push the other back. While Nathan was younger and in better condition, Lord Drumm was larger and fighting with even more ferocity. Finally, Lord Drumm managed to push Nathan back before bringing Red Rain down with a roar.

"NOW!"

Nathan angled his sword and parried the downward strike, and with that everything slowed down to a crawl.

Lord Drumm's face twisted into shock and realization as his strike was parried, leaving him wide open. Nathan didn't waste any time as he slowly raised his blade and gave a vertical slash to Lord Drumm's head.

"AHHHHHH!"

Lord Drumm screamed in pure pain as Nathan's sword cut into Lord Drumm's right eye, taking a chunk of his eye off his face.

"If the sword was in better condition, I would have cut his skull in two," Nathan thought before he let out a breath while Lord Drumm continued to scream in pain while holding his eye. "Still, the fight is over."

Despite the pain in Lord Drumm's face, the man roared and started swinging his sword wildly. Nathan easily blocked and dodged all attacks before kicking Lord Drumm in the chest, nearly sending the man to the ground as he stumbled back.

Wasting no time, Nathan lunged forward and stabbed his sword into Lord Drumm's left shoulder, cutting the leather armor with some difficulty. Lord Drumm didn't scream in pain as he gritted his teeth, yet what he did next shocked Nathan to his core.

The Iron Lord threw Red Rain from his hand before charging at Nathan and grabbing the young Stark in a bear hug, the sword still on Lord Drumm's shoulder as Nathan's helmet was thrown off his head.

Nathan was shocked at the sudden strength of Lord Drumm as the injured Lord was able to lift him easily while he was in full-plated armor. As Nathan struggled to free himself he looked into Lord Drumm's eyes and couldn't help but shutter from the almost mad look in his eyes.

"This ends now White Wolf," Lord Drumm said with a bloody smile as he started to move toward the edge of the ship, making Nathan's eyes widen. "All that armor will be your worst enemy once you hit the waters. The Drowned God will soon claim you, boy, and the Ironborn will gain victory!" Lord Drumm said with a twisted smile as he tried to move faster.

Nathan continued to struggle, trying to slow the Iron Lord down before he tossed him into the sea. Glancing around, Nathan clicked his teeth when he saw all the Northerners fighting the Ironborn. Even Mya herself was fighting a large Ironborn who was swinging an axe wildly.

"Don't think I'll just let you drown me!" Nathan growled before he headbutted Lord Drumm, their foreheads clashing as Lord Drumm stumbled back. Nathan used all the muscles in his back to lift Lord Drumm and start to stumble back before Lord Drumm slammed his feet down and tried to move again. "Fuck you and your Squid God!" Nathan roared as headbutted the Iron Lord again, his ears ringing from the blow, yet Nathan continued to struggle.

Despite the pain and Nathan's struggle, Lord Drumm continued to hold a wicked smile on his face as if he had already won.

"Struggle all you want, I am stronger than some Northern whelp! Nothing you do will free you-"

"AAAAAAHHHHHHHH!"

*Thud*Thud*

The loud and rough cry of pain grabbed Nathan's and even Lord Drumm's attention as they both turned on reflex to see what made that noise, and what they saw was truly a sight.

Andrik the Unsmiling, one of the Ironborn's most fierce warriors, and Lord Drumm's right hand lay dead on Lord Drumm's ship with a steel axe embedded in his chest.

Standing over Andrik was none other than Hugo Wull. The large man was putting a massive gash on his forehead as blood caked his face, and his right eye appeared to be damaged. His armor was nearly in ruins with blood and large rips and gashes all along the armor, and his Ironwood shield was practically broken in two. Yet despite the damage, Lord Wull was the one who was alive and standing with a look of victory on his face.

"Don't fuck," Lord Wull said slowly as he took the axe from Andrik's chest and pulled it out, blood flying all around. "With! The North!" Lord Wull shouted as he brought his axe down on Andrik's neck, decapitating the man, and ending Andrik the Unsmiling.

"How... Andrik..." Lord Drumm muttered in pure shock at seeing one of his best men die by some Northener, as it never crossed the mind of the Iron Lord that one of his strongest men would lose to a signal Northener.

Seeing Lord Drumm distracted Nathan needed to act fast. Headbutts were useless as Lord Drumm had a head as strong as Iron, and Nathan didn't have the strength to pull free.

"Stop thinking! Just do!" A voice in the back of Nathan's head shouted as did next on pure instinct and opened his mouth.

"AAAAAHHHHH!" Lord Drumm screamed in pain as Nathan bit into the man's neck, blood spilling out and into Nathan's mouth. Yet despite this Nathan kept his teeth deep.

Lord Drumm couldn't help but slap a hand onto Nathan's face and push him away on reflex, Nathan taking a chunk of Lord Drumm's neck as he was forced to the ground. Lord Drumm growled like an animal as he held onto his bleeding neck, yet blood continued to pour out of the wound. Whipping his head to the fallen Stark, Lord Drumm used his free hand to pull the sword that had been in his shoulder out, ignoring the pain as he held the bloody weapon with his good hand.

Nathan quickly stood to his feet while spitting blood and flesh out of his mouth. Seeing the sword in Lord Drumm's hand made Nathan glance around for any fallen blades, but saw none.

When Nathan looked behind Lord Drumm, the young Stark grinned. Lord Drumm charged at Nathan and swung his sword, however, the young Stark ducked under the strike.

Nathan rolled across the deck before landing on his feet and coming across his target, grabbing it in his hands.

Lord Drumm spun around before his eyes widened in outrage. "You fucking cunt, how dare you!"

Nathan gripped Red Rain with both hands before pointing the sword at Lord Drumm. "You want it, come and take it back!"

Blinded by rage and pain, Lord Drumm charged without any fear. Nathan held his ground before letting out a breath. Once Lord Drumm was close enough, Nathan acted.

Swinging the sword with all his Nathan managed to rip the sword from Lord Drumm's hand. Nathan then swung his sword and sliced it into Lord Drumm's knee, nearly taking the limb off with one swing.

Lord Drumm fell to his knees, with a shocked look as he was forced to kneel before Nathan. The man looked at his mangled leg with wide eyes, as if he couldn't see what had happened to him.

Nathan panted heavily as he looked at Lord Drumm, the proud and arrogant warrior who had invaded the North and was now beaten and close to death. Nathan pointed to Red Rain and Lord Drumm's chest, making the Iron Lord look up at Nathan.

"Any last words?" Nathan said out of minor respect.

While Lord Drumm had attacked the North and tried to kill Nathan, the young Stark had to acknowledge Lord Drumm's skill as a warrior, as the Iron Lord had nearly taken Nathan's life multiple times. There was also the fact that despite all the pain and damage Lord Drumm had taken, the Ironborn continued to fight with his very being.

Lord Drumm stared blankly at Nathan for a few moments before spitting at Nathan's face and giving the Stark a bloody smile.

"This isn't the end White Wolf," Lord Drumm said in a raspy voice. "The Ironborn will once again conquer the seas and King Balon will bring the North to its knees." Lord Drumm said as he looked up at Nathan without any fear while Nathan raised a brow. "What is dead may never die, but rise again, harder and stronger."

Once Lord Drumm finished speaking Nathan swung Red Rain.

With a single swing, Nathan Stark of the North killed Lord Dunstan Drumm.

Nathan didn't hesitate to grab Lord Drumm's head by his beard and look into the dead man's eyes.

"Rise from this," Nathan said with a scoff before holding Lord Drumm's head in the air. "Lord Drumm is dead, killed by Nathan Stark, White Wolf of the North!" Nathan roared as loud as he could, grabbing everyone's attention on the ship.

The Ironborn looked on in disbelief and shock, some even in fear, while the Northeners roared in victory and seemed to gain a second wind.

"Those who surrender will be offered to take The Black, or ransomed! Those who resist will die by Northern hands!" Nathan yelled once again.

Everyone seemed to freeze before the Ironborn started dropping their weapons, all reluctantly surrendering as they fell to their knees.

Nathan sighed in relief as he lowered the head in his hand and felt his body relax, which made him notice all the pain his body had taken. Looking out to sea, Nathan saw that the Ironborn who could escape were already gone, those left were trapped by the Northern Fleet and were slowly being taken down. Without Lord Drumm leading the Ironborn, they were scattered with no one to lead, leaving them to be overwhelmed.

The North had won.

"L-Lord Stark?" A voice from behind called Nathan, making the young Stark turn to see Mya, who was covered with a good amount of blood. "Are you well?

"I'll live," Nathan said with a small groan as he rolled his shoulder. "Nothing some rest and a hot bath can't fix," Nathan said before throwing Mya a kind smile, making the girl blink. "But before that, I should give thanks," Nathan said while giving Mya a small bow. "You and my little friend Henry saved my life. Had you not intervened, those Ironborn would have gutted me."

Mya looked beyond shock as she started to wave her bloody hands. "I-I am not worthy Lord Stark!" Mya nearly shouted with a nervous look on her face. "I-I just did my duty and-"

"And saved the heir of the North from having his head chopped off," Nathan said in a serious tone, making Mya gulp. "Maybe someone else would have helped me, maybe I would have gotten free, or maybe I would have gotten stabbed and died. What matters is what you did, and I never forget those who helped me."

Suddenly, with his free hand, Nathan cupped Mya's cheek and rubbed some blood off of her face, making the girl go stiff and her cheeks red.

"You know, I would kiss you if I did not have someone else's blood in my mouth," Nathan said in a cheeky tone, making Mya gulp with wide eyes. "So please settle for me telling you that you were amazing today, and I hope to see more of you," Nathan said before walking away, leaving a stunned Mya behind.

Nathan started to look around the ship and saw most of the Ironborn were captured and tied down, while the dead Ironborn were thrown overseas.

"Chef Wull," Nathan called out to the large man as he sat on a couple of Ironborn corpses. "Or should I call you the Iron Slayer for killing one of the Ironborn's strongest warriors?"

"Ba!" Lord Wull scoffed as he drank deeply from his water skin before sighing. "That fucker was strong and could fight dirty, but he was too damn arrogant. Frankly, he wasn't that different from a Wildling."

"And you managed to kill him," Nathan said as he glanced at the head that was next to the Big Bucket. "Keep that head when we head South Lord Wull. I've heard Andrik the Unsmiling has quite a few bounties in the Westerlands and Reach thanks to his raiding. I wouldn't be surprised if you gained a few hundred gold."

Lord Wull looked surprised while glancing at the head. "Truly, people will pay gold for this cunt?"

"He's killed a few Southern Nobles and always ran away to the Iron Islands where no one can reach him," Nathan said with a shrug. "If you're lucky, you may be able to collect multiple bounties and get a small fortune."

"Ha, look's like fortune smiles on House Wull!" Lord Wull said with a massive smile before his eyes landed on Lord Drumm's head and the red sword on Nathan's hip. "And it seems you've also gained a prize."

Nathan grinned as he patted the blade on his hip. "Something good must come from this pointless war."

"Lord Stark!" A voice called out, making Nathan and Hugo turn to see Henry run across the ship, making sure not to step on any corpses.

"Henry!" Nathan said with a smile as he waved at the running boy.

Henry stopped in front of Nathan while panting heavily. His eyes then landed on the head in Nathan's left hand. "Is that..."

"The leader of the Ironborn raid, Lord Dunstan Drumm, along with his Valerian Steel sword, Red Rain," Nathan said as he held up Lord Drumm's head.

Henry looked a little green from seeing the head and was forced to look away, looking close to puking. This made Nathan and Hugo laugh a bit.

"Still a bit of a whelp I see," Hugo said with a small laugh.

"Well, that whelp saved my ass when Lord Drumm was about to take my head off," Nathan said with a smile as he placed a hand on Henry's shoulder, making Henry look up. "Thank you, Henry, I am thankful to have you by my side."

Henry looked shocked before a look of overwhelming pride and gratitude washed over the boy.

"I am honored to be of service Lord Stark," Henry said with a bow.

Nathan gave a single nod before he started to walk across the ship and looked across the battle. With a heavy heart, Nathan sighed as his face turned grim.

"Now it's time to see how much damage the North has suffered."

---

After returning to Windhelm Nathan and the other Lords started to assess the damage to the town. A good number of buildings were destroyed, yet most of the town was still intact. Nathan gave an order for the Lords to assess the damages and loss Windhelm suffered in the Battle of Windhelm, how many Northern lives were lost, how many ships were damaged or sank, and how many Ironborn captives were there.

The process took a few days, the first day being a celebration of the North's victory over the Ironborn, and respecting those who have fallen. Everyone sang, and drank, and some cried or cheered in victory. Nathan even had the pleasure of dancing with Mya, the young Stark remembering the girl's cheeks being red from drinking Spirits, and Nathan enjoying her company.

When the celebration was over Nathan and the other Lords assessed the damages, which is what brought them all together in Lord Blackpearl's wooden Keep. Nathan sat at the head of the table with all the Lords sitting around.

"First, let me say it does my heart good to see everyone alive and well," Nathan said with a smile as a servant poured Sweetfire for everyone.

"And you as well Lord Stark," Lord Glover said as he took a deep sip of Sweetfire. "Though we all seemed to be sporting a few new scars."

True to Lord Glover's words everyone was showing a few scars. Domeric had a large scar on the left side of his cheek, Lord Wull had an eyepatch over his right eye, and even Lady Mormont had bandages over her left hand.

"That just shows we've we've survived," Lady Mormont said as she gave a surprisingly gentle smile.

"Aye, we've survived, but now we have to see how much damage the North has taken," Nathan said, getting serious looks from everyone. "How many men did we lose?"

Lord Glover was the first to speak. "Counting the corpses and the amount of men we have left, we've lost about 1000 fighters, and another 200 are too injured to fight any time soon." Lord Glover said in a grim tone. "However, there are far more dead Ironborn on land and in the sea, which we estimate to be 2500 at the very least." Lord Glover said before looking at another paper. "We have also taken prisoner around 300 Ironborn which are being held through Windhelm separately." Lord Glover then looked at Nathan with complete respect. "All this is due to your plan and taking on Lord Drumm. Without their leader and their formation destroyed just as they started the battle, the Ironborn were in chaos, making it easy for us to pick them off one by one." The aged lord then raised a cup of Sweetfire. "To Nathan Stark, for bringing victory to the North!"

That brought some cheers from the room and even Nathan nodded with a smile.

"Thank you, my Lords, though I could not do this without everyone here and the people who fought for the North. Though for the injured I would ask Lord Glover and Forrester to take them in and see if they can be healed," Nathan said, getting nods from the two. "Moving on, how are our ships?"

Lord Blackpearl and Ulfric stood up together. "The North has lost 15 ships with another 10 being severely damaged, though if given enough time, I can have my men repair them in about a month at most," Ulfric said leaving Nathan deep in thought.

15 ships were lost and another 10 damaged, which left the North with 30 warships. Not quite what Nathan hopped, but far better than he feared.

"What about the Ironborn ships?" Nathan asked.

Lord Blackpearl was the one to speak up. "We count 21 Ironborn ships sunk in the sea or too damaged to sail, and we've managed to capture 17 ships, so we can assume about 22 ships managed to escape."

That brought louder cheers from everyone. For the Ironborn to lose so many ships in a single raid was a massive blow, not to mention the North gained 17 good ships, replacing the 15 lost.

"Ulfric, is it possible to repair any of the Ironborn ships that are still floating?" Nathan asked the blond man.

Ulfric looked thoughtful before he shrugged. "My men and I will have to give the ships a good look over to see if it's possible. At best, I can say about... maybe 8 can be repaired in about a month, another 4 in two. If not, we can scavenge the ships to use as materials to repair our ships."

"Good, I want you and everyone to start repairs, have the soldiers help if you need more hands, or perhaps House Mormont will be able to send some smallfolk who can help," Nathan suggested, getting a nod from Lady Mormont.

"Bear Island was not attacked by the Ironborn. Most likely Bear Island was to be the next target after Windhelm," Lady Mormont said before she looked to Lord Blackpearl with a nod. "I will send for all the woodworkers we have on Bear Island."

Nathan was very pleased by this. If Lord Blackpearl's men could repair all the ships in a little more than a month, then the North would gain over 8 additional ships, perhaps more. In total, the North would have little more than 70 ships in the Northern Fleet.

"Start repairs now, if we're lucky you should be finished by the time reinforcements arrive. The Ironborn shouldn't be back any time soon after suffering such a loss," Nathan said before he gained a thoughtful look.

"Something on your mind Lord Stark," Smalljon said as he noticed Nathan's face, making all the Lord's turn to him at once.

"It's something..." Nathan said as he rubbed his chin. "Before I killed Lord Drumm, he said the Ironborn would conquer the seas once again and that 'King' Balon would bring the North to its knees."

Lord Ryswell scoffed at this. "That's nothing but hot air my Lord, the Ironborn are known for their bassless bosting. Even now, the Ironborn we have captive are claiming their brothers and Lords will free them and they will bring us low."

"But it's how Lord Drumm referred to Balon, King, not Lord," Nathan said with a serious look.

To refer to oneself as King could be considered treason against the Crown. Slips such as that were rare in Westeros, the only ones gaining the title of King were outlaws, Wildlings, or Mountain Men of the Vale.

"The only time I can think of a Lord calling themselves as a King... is if they are rebelling against the Crown," Nathan said seriously.

Silence fell in the room as everyone looked shocked and confused by Nathan's words.

"Now it is perhaps nothing," Nathan said with a wave of his hand. "It could be nothing more than a dying Lord's zealous words. The Ironborn rebelling against Westeros would be the most foolish thing ever." Nathan said with a scoff.

The Iron Islands were said to have a population of about 1.5 million and could raise 20,000 warriors for war. While the Ironborn were the best when it came to ships and fighting at sea, they could never match the might of all the realms in a war on land. If all the realms raised arms against the Ironborn they could easily gather 100,000 in just a month, and another 100,000 in the second month. Not to mention that most of Westeros had a steady supply of food supplies that could keep armies fed and stocked while the Ironborn had very limited.

"Enough of Iron Kings and other such nonsense," Nathan said with a sigh as he shifted in his seat. "How are the prisoners?" Nathan said while looking at Domeric, who was in charge of the prisoners.

"We'll, keeping 300 prisoners isn't an easy task my Lord," Domeric said with a small sigh. "We've been keeping them separated and chained as best we could. A few tried to escape but were stopped swiftly."

"I say we just kill the fuckers," Lord Ryswell said in a cold tone. "They would have no problem killing our people, turning them into Thralls or those damned Salt Wives. Why should we show them mercy?"

Lady Mormont sighed as she gently folded her hands. "I am in agreement with Lord Ryswell," Lady Mormont said, getting a nod from the aged Lord. "The Ironborn will try to escape the first chance they have, and having 300 Ironborn lose will cause chaos and death in Windhelm. Better to end them now before they kill one of our own."

"But there are certain rules in Warfare," Lord Forrester said in a firm tone. "To simply execute those that surrendered... it leaves a bad taste in my mouth." Lord Forrester said before raising his hand. "I understand that we must do whatever is necessary for the North. But how will all of Westeros see us if simply kill those that have surrendered to us?"

Nathan looked around and saw most of the Lords looked unhappy with Lord Forrester's words, so Nathan spoke up.

"Lord Forrester's words hold weight," The young Stark said, grabbing everyone's attention and allowing Lord Forrester to sigh in relief. "If we simply kill the captive Ironborn Balon Greyjoy may use this to slip out of punishment saying we killed them unjustly, as they were simply following a rogue Lord's orders. There is also the fact that Jon Arryn is considered to be a very honorable man, and honorable men don't execute prisoners who surrender." Nathan said before giving a tired sigh. "Whether we like it or not, the North is a part of the South, and Jon Arryn is the Hand of the King."

If the North simply executed the prisoners, Nathan could see Jon Arryn using this to bring sanctions on the North's development. While Nathan was sure Jon Arryn couldn't do anything serious, it would still cause tension between the North and the Crown. Nathan could even see Hoster Tully interfering, saying that since Nathan ordered the execution of prisoners who surrendered he was unfit to be Lord of the North. Perhaps Jon Arryn could even gain the support of Lords from the Reach.

Granted, Nathan could go through and ignore how everyone saw him, yet for his plans Nathan needed the respect of the South, not fear and contempt.

"Southern Cunts," Lord Wull scoffed, making everyone chuckle and even Nathan snorted in agreement.

"So what will we do with them?" Domeric asked. "Do you plan to send them to The Wall?"

"No, that would be a bad idea," Nathan said while waving his hand. "The Wall is said to currently have less than 1000 men, and suddenly adding 300 men, Ironborn no less, will cause more problems for the Watch." He said before rubbing his chin. "Lord Glover, how many men can you hold in your dungeons?"

"At most, I say... 150, and that's pushing the limits." Lord Glover said as he stroked his beard.

"And you, Lord Forrester, Lady Mormont?"

"I believe my Keep can hold a good 100 men at most." Lord Forrester said with confidence.

"House Mormont's keep isn't grand, we could hold 25 men at most." Lady Mormont offered.

"Then we slowly start sending the Ironborn to those three keeps instead of keeping them all in one place. Once the war is at an end we will random the prisoners to their respective Lords, or send them to the Wall," Nathan said before he looked to Domeric. "Anyone noteworthy among the prisoners?"

Domeric brought up a piece of paper and looked it over. "A few nobles from various houses, cousins, uncles, and nephews mostly. However, the most noticeable among the prisons are two sons from House Harlaw, an Heir and a second son."

That brought a surprised look from Nathan. House Harlaw was one of the strongest Houses on the Iron Islands and it was said to be one of the richest as the current Lord saw value in farming and trading. To have two sons of House Harlaw was truly a prize that may help in the coming war.

"Good, they will make useful hostages that may help in the war," Nathan said before he sighed. "I believe that is enough for today. We need to start the preparation for the support we are getting, I also need to send a letter to my uncle to tell him of our victory and what we have lost and gained."

Nathan was thankful to Lord Blackpearl for investing in so many ravens. Thanks to that Nathan didn't have to wait for the King or his uncle's reply, and could instead just tell them both that he had won.

With that everyone at the table stood up and walked away, with Nathan walking to his room.

Nathan entered his dimly lit room and sat down on his bed with a sigh. Politics and preparing for war were always tiresome.

"Long day?" A voice from behind Nathan asked as two arms wrapped around his chest.

"Yeah, but that's what Lords do, have long days almost every day," Nathan said as he grabbed the hand and smiled at the person behind him. "So, do anything interesting today Mya?"

Mya Stone, the bastard girl from the Vale lay on Nathan's bed with nothing but one of his large shirts and small clothes. After the celebration and dance with Mya, the two found each other in a deep, hungry kiss away from prying eyes. The kiss might have led to something more had Mya not gotten sick from drinking too much wine and spirits. Since then Nathan invited Mya to his bed to keep him company, to the point that she now slept in Nathan's room with him, bringing all of her belongings into the room. The two hadn't gone past heavy kissing and letting their hands roam as Mya wasn't ready to lose her virginity. Nathan didn't mind as he liked having Mya close and in bed.

"Here, let me hold you," Mya said in a bashful tone as she laid her head on Nathan's shoulder.

Nathan smiled as he turned his head and kissed Mya on the cheek. He then kissed her on the lips before slowly falling into the bed with her.

Nathan appreciated the distraction Mya gave him as he pushed his tongue into her mouth while his hands caressed her hips. With the coming war that would bring much death and strain the coffers of many Lords of the North, this would stall many of Nathan's plans for a few years. Still, with the new Velaryan Steel sword now in Nathan's hands, this opened many opportunities and new plans Nathan had in mind.

"Ah~" Mya moaned in a husky tone as Nathan grabbed her ass. "You're quiet adventures tonight." She said before nibbling on Nathan's neck.

"You make my mind wander," Nathan said with a soft groan as he got on top of Mya and looked down at her with a grin, the young madin panting breathlessly. "But now I just want to focus on you."

True to his words, Nathan kissed Mya once again and stopped thinking, letting his body's instincts take over.

"The war will continue tomorrow, for now, let's focus on more pleasant things." Nathan thought as he felt Mya's hands move under his shirt and her nails drag against his muscles. "Very pleasant things."

With that Nathan's mind focused on one thing, the beautiful girl who caught his eye in the Battle of Windhelm.

---

1 Month Later

In the weeks to follow, Winterfell was busy, to say the least.

The first thing Nathan had done was send the captive Ironborn to the Keeps of House Forrester, Glover, and Mormont. Nathan sent all the valuable hostages to Deepwood Motte as it was the most secure keep out of the three. Nathan tried to get information out of most of the Ironborn, but that proved fruitless. Those who knew nothing spouted nonsense and those who did know something kept their lips tight. While Nathan wasn't above torturing some Ironborn for information, the young Stark knew he couldn't torture nobles for information, even if they were Ironborn.

While the Ironborn were being sent away from Windhelm, Lord Blackpearl and Ulfric Watermen focused on repairing ships. Soldiers were used for labor such as pulling damaged ships into the shipyard or moving supplies, while the woodworkers and shiphandlers worked to repair the ships as best they could. Ulfric was truly a master at his craft as he was able to order everyone with efficiency and repair multiple ships every week, Lord Blackpearl provided Ulfric with everything he needed and used the woodworkers from Bear Island to repair the docks and buildings in Windhelm. Ulfric did stress that some of the repaired ships were sea-worthy but were vulnerable in battle. Still, a ship was better than no ship.

As the weeks followed, Windhelm was flooded by more and more soldiers from various noble Houses such as Dustin, Cerwyn, Karstark, and Manderly, along with a few minor houses such as Whitehill, Mollen, Ironsmith, and other various houses that were looking for glory, Nathan was even presently surprised to see Ser Wendel leading the Manderly soldiers. The last to arrive was Ser Rodrik with 1500 soldiers along with a good chunk of provisions from Winterfell. Nathan was also able to convince Lords Glover and Ryswell to bring more soldiers to Windhelm as he was certain that the Ironborn wouldn't be attacking after facing such a heavy loss, and that the best course of action was to counterattack before the Ironborn could regroup and attack again. Both Lords agreed and called for more men in Windhelm. In just a few weeks Windhelm had over 9500 soldiers, had there been more time there would be many more soldiers.

As the month came to an end the soldiers and Lords became restless. Despite the letters he sent to his uncle and the King, Nathan had not gotten a reply, not even a reply for the first letters before the Battle of Windhelm. Despite wanting to take his army and sack the Iron Islands, Nathan needed his uncle's support and an answer from the King.

Fortunately, a letter from the King came just a few weeks later, along with a letter from his uncle.

Nathan sat in Lord Blackpearl's wooden keep with all the Lords and nobles who had come to Windhelm and answered Nathan's call. A raven had flown in with the crest of The Crown, thus everyone was called to find an answer from the King of Westeros. Nathan sat at the head table while reading the letter silently, making everyone shift with anticipation. The letter from his uncle was much simpler and Nathan planned to read it after reading the King's letter.

Nathan wore simple black clothes, yet Red Rain hung on his hip. Nathan always had the blade close at hand for three reasons. For one, it was a symbol, to show that Nathan was the one to defeat Lord Drumm, the leader of the Ironborn raid that attacked Windhelm, and that Nathan took his Velaryan sword soon after. The second reason was that it was a damn useful blade, lighter meaning Nathan could swing it faster and many more times, and could scratch steel, sometimes cut into it. The last reason was that Nathan wanted to keep it safe, as the last thing Nathan needed was the blade to be stolen and sold in Essos. So the blade was always by Nathan's side.

Nathan continued to read the letter and by the end, Nathan's eyes were wide and his mouth hung open.

"You have got to be fucking kidding!" Nathan shouted, making everyone in the room nearly jump.

"What is it, Lord Stark?" Lord Glover asked, concern in his voice. "Is it grave news?" The man asked while everyone looked at Nathan with worry.

Nathan's response was a laugh, though it was a mocking laugh that left many nobles in the room unsettled. "Oh, the news is quite shocking, to say the least," Nathan said before he reached for a much of Spirits and took a big swig, downing the mug in one go before slamming it down. "I am just... I'm fucking stunned."

"Lord Stark, with all due respect," Smalljon said as he folded his arms and gave Nathan an annoyed look. "Just tell us what the fucking letter says before we lose our heads."

Nathan snorted before he sat up straight and gave a serious look. "To put it bluntly, Balon Greyjoy has rebelled against Westeros and declares himself King of the Iron Islands."

Stunned silence filled the room before everyone started shouting, erupting in chatter and talk.

"How... how can that be?" Domeric said with a shocked look on his face. "Belon is supposed to be in King's Landing, the escort-"

"Was fake," Nathan said with a sigh as he folded his hands. "The ships were old and simply a distraction for Balon to prepare to rebel against the Crown. From what I'm told, the ships managed to sink a few ships of the royal fleet before they were taken down."

"This... this is madness," Lord Ryswell said with a stunned look on his face. "Do the Ironborn truly believe they can fight The Crown and all of Westeros?"

"Well, they've managed one major victory already," Nathan said as he looked at the letter grimly. "The Ironborn attacked Lannisport while Tywin was away and completely sacked the city, destroying the Lannister fleet without losing a single ship of theirs with a majority of the Ironborn army and fleet."

That brought more shock among the Northerners. While the Lannister fleet consisted of only 20 to 30 ships, the fleet was attacked at their home, which should have given them the advantage. Not to mention all the trading ships the Lannisters are said to own.

"However, the Ironborn lost when they attacked the Riverlands at Seaguard, though they kept a majority of their numbers before fleeing," Nathan said as he rubbed his face. "King Robert has declared Balon a traitor for breaking the King's Peace and for declaring Ironborn independence. He calls for anyone to support him in the coming war, including the North." Nathan said before wordlessly opening the letter he gained from his uncle and quickly reading it over. "My uncle has congratulated us on our victory over the Ironborn and asks that we take the ships to Seaguard to prepare for the coming war," Nathan said with a sigh.

There was more to the letter, but Nathan left that out as his uncle was simply saying how thankful he was that Nathan was alive and unharmed, though he was angry that Nathan had stayed and fought when he should have retreated, not to mention how Nathan went to Windhelm in the first place. Ned also wanted Nathan to stay behind and head back to Winterfell, but Ned knew that Nathan wouldn't listen, so instead the man ordered his nephew to come to Seaguard and they would talk face to face.

"I must be honest my Lords," Nathan said as he sighed, getting looks from everyone. "I am... still in disbelief," Nathan said with a small laugh. "We laughed when we thought that Belon simply wanted to war with the North with only 20,000 soldiers, but instead he wants to take on all of Westeros in an all-out war. This is simple... so fucking dumb," Nathan said bluntly, making a few men in the room laugh.

"Aren't the Ironborn known for having more iron than brains," Ser Wendel said while stroking his beard. "They've rebelled in the past many times."

"But those so-called rebellions were simply the Ironborn raiding too much to the point that Lord Paramount wanted to declare war on the Iron Islands, forcing the Crown to step in and save the Iron Islands by putting down the so-called rebellions. Even then, the Ironborn only picked a fight with one realm at a time, there has never been a time when the Ironborn have declared War on all of Westeros." Nathan said with an exasperated tone as he rubbed his forehead. "The reason we never thought the Ironborn would rebel like this is because there is no outcome where the Ironborn win." He said before scoffing. "If by some miracle the Ironborn kill King Robert and destroy every fleet in Westeros, they could not fight forever as they don't have any allies in the world. With every battle, they would lose more and more fighters and would not have enough time to train more, not to mention an army needs food to keep fighting. There is also the fact that the Ironborn will not simply die just to give Balon a crown if they can not reap their rewards. There is no outcome where Balon wins and even if he does win he will lose in the long run." Nathan then grew an angry face as he threw his mug across the room. "All this could have been avoided if Balon wasn't such a cocky, arrogant, piece of shit!"

"You can't expect reason from men that have shit for brains," Smalljon said with a snort as he folded his arms. "Even Wildlings fight to the last man and hardly ever surrender. It's foolish and even dumb as fuck, but they still do it because of how fucking arrogant they are, same with the Ironborn. My advice my Lord, don't go looking for reason when there is none to be found."

Nathan gave a tired sigh as he rubbed his forehead. Smalljon's words held weight, the Ironborn were beyond reason and were acting on feelings and pride rather than logic. Survival wasn't the Ironborn's biggest concern, only victory and glory.

"Then we must show Balon Greyjoy, The Dumb Fuck, the error of his way," Nathan said, getting some laughter in the room along with cheers. "Lord Blackpearl, how go the ship repairs?"

"The ships are almost finished, we just need another day or two." Lord Blackpearl said with confidence.

"You have three days, then we set sail for Seaguard," Nathan said, getting a nod from the young Lord. "Lady Mormont, all the trading ships at Bear Island will be needed here to help transport food and supplies," Nathan said, getting a nod from Lady Mormont. While Nathan also considered taking the fishing ships, he decided to leave them behind as they may be too much of a hindrance, also, if the fishing ships were lost that would be a blow to Windhelm and Nathan's plans.

Silence filled the room as Nathan slowly glanced around.

"I will not give you some grand speech, but tell you how it is," Nathan said, getting some nods from the nobles. "The worst of this war has passed. The only chance the Ironborn had to deal a blow to the North was the Battle of Windhelm, which they utterly lost." Nathan said, getting some cheers and laughter from the Northern nobles. "We will sail to Seaguard and answer the call of the King before kicking the teeth of the Ironborn for thinking the North would simply lie low while they attack our home!"

With that everyone cheered, some even chanting Nathan's name. After going over a few more things everyone started to exit the room, leaving only Nathan, Smalljon, and Domeric.

"Fucking hell," Nathan said with a loud groan. "All this just because of one idiot."

"Don't worry my Lord, we'll go to the Iron Islands so you can kick Balon's teeth in. I'll personally hold the fucker down." Smalljon said, getting laughter from the three.

"From what I've heard of the Lord Hand, I doubt he will allow Nathan to do so," Domeric said with a smile. "Though I can imagine the King might do it himself personally."

"Here's hoping," Nathan said before he stood up with a serious look on his face. "Now we have a lot to do for the next three days. Domeric, how long will it take for the Northern fleet to reach Seaguard?" Nathan asked Domeric as he was the most knowledgeable of the three.

Domeric looked thoughtful before he spoke. "With a fleet this size, I'd say no more than a month, give or take a week."

Nathan nodded slowly at this as he picked up the King's letter. "Lord Stannis is leading the Royal Fleet to stop the Ironborn before they attack Old Town. Most likely the Ironborn will take their time raiding the Westerlands as they no longer have a fleet before making their way to the Reach." Nathan said as he glanced at a map of Westeros. "If Stannis is lucky and destroys the majority of the Iron Fleet with the help of the ships in the Reach, the war will be nothing but cleaning up worthless trash," Nathan said before he started to walk away. "I need some rest, all this talk is making my head spin."

"And not to sleep with that Bastard girl from the Vale?" Smalljon asked with a smug grin, making Nathan flip Smalljon off, as he and Domeric laughed.

A few days ago Smalljon walked in on Nathan and Mya as the girl had straddled Nathan while he was shirtless. The whole day Smalljon had a smug grin while poking fun at Nathan, of course, the only person he told was Domeric, and now even the quiet boy from House Bolton was poking fun at the future lord of the North.

"My subjects now poke fun at me before we're off to war, how low I have fallen," Nathan said while rolling his eyes. "And as much as I want to do that, there is too much to do. I need a quiet room to plan and think of anything useful before we reach Seaguard."

"Nathan, all that thinking is going to make your head pop," Smalljon said as he took a swig of Sweetfire. "Take that girl of yours and give her a good fuck, that'll take all those pesky thoughts out of your head."

Nathan simply sighed as he started to walk away. "Always a well of knowledge Smalljon," Nathan said in a sarcastic tone as Smalljon and Domeric laughed as Nathan exited the room.

Entering his room Nathan was greeted with the sight of Mya sharpening her new blade. It was a fine blade that no normal peasant could ever hope to wield, much less own. The blade was a gift from Nathan, for saving his life and fighting by his side. Nathan also gifted the girl a new set of fighting clothes, as the last thing Nathan wanted was to see Mya hurt or dead.

Was he spoiling her a bit, yes. Did he care? Fuck no.

"I think it's sharp enough," Nathan said with a smirk, making Mya jump and look at Nathan with a pout.

"Don't scare me, Lord Stark," Mya said as she sheethed the blade. "And it is a good blade, I have only seen blades this fine on knights from the Vale, and this is the first time I am touching one," Mya said as she smiled at the blade. "If those knights saw this blade was owned by a young woman, they would probably fate like maidens."

That made both Nathan and Mya laugh as he sat next to her. "Then they have never seen the ladies of house Mormont and Umber, those Maidens could swing swords through trees."

"Oh I know, I saw Lady Mormont take an Ironborn's head clean off with one swing!" Mya said with excitement and admiration, her eyes practically sparkling. "I even heard she is known as the She-Bear and has five children, all daughters who can also fight," Mya said before she took a breath and looked out the window with a smile. "The North... is so different from the Vale, it's quite shocking."

"What's the Vale like?" Nathan asked with curiosity as Mya looked at him. "My uncle told me a bit, but that's from a noble perspective while living with the Lord of the Vale. So what's The Vale like from someone who's not a noble?"

Mya looked thoughtful before she spoke. "Well, the Vale is different for Nobles and Smallfolk. For Nobles, honor is everything in the Vale, to the point that honor is more valuable than gold or even one's life. Knights are practically seen as gods by most smallfolk, and thus knights who commit crimes are much more harshly punished. As for smallfolks, almost the same thing applies, with men trying all their lives to gain 'honor' while women can be nothing more than mothers, servants, and other such things." Mya said while blowing a breath of air. "I love the Vale, but hearing about how important honor is, more important than lives, gets very tiring, not to mention that women can't gain honor like men can, and the only honor women have is to be a mother or watch over children."

"Well here in the North, you can do whatever you want as long as you are good at it and you don't break any laws," Nathan said, making Mya smile. "Women are needed to do certain jobs, but it's more of a need for survival than want. However, that hasn't stopped any Northern women from breaking the mold and saying 'Fuck You' to the status quo."

"Then let me say it now," Mya said as she looked up and stuck out her middle finger. "Fuck You!"

Nathan laughed while Mya giggled, the two falling back with Mya falling into Nathan's arms. Once the two finished laughing, they both panted heavily while looking into each other eyes.

"Honestly... I never thought my life would turn this way," Mya said while blushing a bit, and Nathan noticed a hint of shame on her face. "Back in the Vale, I was a bastard but I never even knew who my father was, much less what house. Whenever I asked nobody would even know, or say it wasn't important. After a while, I gave up, convinced my father simply abandoned me in an allied house to make sure I never caused any trouble. All I knew was that my mother was a peasant who died not long after giving birth to me, a big farmer."

Nathan heard the heartache in Mya's voice, making the young Stark hold her tight without saying a word.

Mya sighed as she continued. "I... I'll be honest Lord-"

"Nathan, just call me Nathan while we are alone," Nathan said in a firm tone, making Mya give him a small smile before she took a breath.

"Nathan," She said slowly, fidgeting at calling a Lord of the North by his name and not his title. "I lived at the Gates of the Moon under House Royce of the Gates of the Moon. I wasn't a handmaiden or even a servant under House Royce, all I was... was a Mule guide for the rocky climb to the Eyrie in the Vale." Mya said as she dropped her head in shame. "I led mules to transport foodstuffs and people to the Eyrie before I came to the North."

Nathan was silent for a moment before he gently picked Mya's head up, seeing tears in the corner of her eyes.

"That only makes you more impressive," Nathan said, making Mya's eyes go wide. "You had a simple but grilling job before deciding to leave your home and come North, then come to a developing port that was to see a fierce battle. How many people in Westeros can you say did the same thing?" Nathan asked with a cheeky grin as he gently laid his hand on Mya's cheek. "I have always been the type of Lord who judges people on their actions and abilities, not their past or blood."

Mya continued to look at Nathan in shock before she laughed and sniffed. "Most nobles would turn their noses up at a girl like me, saying something like I am nothing more than a passing pleasure at best," Mya said, a bitterness in her voice, which Nathan noticed, yet Mya took a breath and continued. "I'll be honest... Nathan, I don't expect much front... this..."

This made Nathan sigh as he kissed the top of Mya's head and held her to his chest. Nathan understood what Mya meant with her words, as Nathan was a noble, and not just any noble but a noble that would rule all of the North while Mya was a bastard girl from the Vale. To have a relationship with a young woman like Mya would make many nobles frown, as everyone wanted Nathan to marry someone of noble blood at the very least who wasn't a bastard. Nathan was certain that rumors were already going around about him and Mya, which would only cause him problems in the end.

"I... am of the same mindset," Nathan said with a tired sigh. "You are amazing Mya, someone who will no doubt have many trying to court you," He said, making Mya blush with a small smile. "All I can say is this, let us enjoy each other's company for now, and see what the future holds."

This made Mya smile as she pushed her face into Nathan's chest.

Nathan gave a content sigh as he focused solely on Mya, feeling her breath and her heart pound in her chest. Mya's presents alone were able to distract Nathan from all the troubles pledging the North such as the War, Dumb Fuck Balon, all of Nathan's plans that the young Stark was still trying to implement, and the Velaryan sword Red Rain that Nathan needed to figure out what to do with.

"Ah~" Mya moaned before she gave a cheeky grin to Nathan. "I see someone's feeling playful."

Nathan gave a roguish grin as his hands firmly held Mya's ass. "Well there's just so much to play with," Nathan said as he squeezed Mya's ass.

This made Mya glare at Nathan. "Are you calling my ass fat?"

"No~," Nathan said in a playful tone as he groped Mya's ass hard, making the girl moan. "It's just... pleasantly fit."

Mya clicked her teeth before kissing Nathan hard, the two moaning as their tongues wrestled before Mya pulled back roughly.

"I may be from the South Nathan, but I am no Southern flower," Mya said with a surprising air of confidence before kissing Nathan again.

Nathan's mind drifted once again as he and Mya continued to kiss one another as they fell onto Nathan's bed.

"Hopefully Winter will come another day." Nathan thought as a breeze entered the room and blew out the single candle, covering the two in darkness.

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21N: I! LIVE! AGAIN!

Hey everyone, 21 still here and alive! Sorry for such a long wait for an update, I was dealing with life and all that stuff, but I am going to try to update more often.

As usual, time to go over a few key points in this story.

1: Dreadnoughts: So I was looking up ships in GoT and found the only warships were War Gallyes and Longships, but nothing else. So I did some digging and came up with this. The Dreadnought is loosely based on the Holigost which was a Carrack in terms of size. In the books, it is said that Old Valyria had the largest fleet in the world, and I can guess that they had equally large ships.

2: The Battle of Windhelm: I hope everyone enjoyed the fight at the battle between Nathan and Lord Drumm. I tried to make it as realistic as possible for the GoT universe and entertaining. I've stressed in the story that if the Ironborn are the ones ever caught off guard they will lose 9 times out of 10. As for the fight between Lord Drumm and Nathan, I think I made it well as Nathan does have a talent for a blade.

3: Mya Stone: I am sure everyone is shocked that Mya Stone is in this story and many are wondering how and why she left the Vale and came to the North. I promise everyone there will be answers later on in the story.

Well, that's all for now, and I hope everyone liked the chapter. I promise to try and update more often, but life always get's in the way.

Until nextime folks!