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)

10. Chapter 10

The North's White Wolf

Chapter 10

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Third Person P.O.V

"There she is, Seaguard my Lord!" Ulfric Waterman called from the ship's helm.

Nathan Stark had a big smile while breathing in the salty air at the Black Wolf's bow. Glancing back, Nathan felt pure pride in seeing the Northern flee, around 80 ships, most of which were warships with a few trading cogs Nathan managed to scrounge up.

It had been just over a month since Nathan and the Northern fleet left for sea. The trip was mostly calm with a few storms, but no ships or lives were lost. Most of the nobles came with Nathan to the South, however, Lady Mormont agreed to stay behind as Lord Jorah Mormont would be with Nathan's uncle.

"So that's Seaguard?" Nathan muttered as he gazed off into the distance.

Seaguard was the greatest defense against the Ironborn in the Riverlands, as many Ironborn had tried to take Seaguard to conquer the Riverlands, but failed. Seaguard was the largest settlement in the Riverlands that could be considered a city had it not faced the consent threat of the Ironborn which always scared people away. Seaguard was ruled by House Mallister, an old House that had fought the Ironborn for most of their existence, and seeing how House Mallister beat the Ironborn raid, they were holding up to tradition.

Looking into the waters around Seaguard, Nathan saw remnants of ships that had sunk into the bay, though they weren't Ironborn ships.

"Look's like Seaguard's seen better days," Smalljon said as he walked up from behind and stood beside Nathan with Domeric. "How bad do you think it is?"

"From the looks of it, not too bad," Domeric said as he glanced at the city. "The ships and docs looked to have taken most of the damage, but the castle and town seem perfectly intact."

"Seaguard didn't have a vast fleet, I think they only had 10 or so warships with most being trading cogs and fishing ships," Nathan said as he folded his arms. "I guess they did the same thing House Mormont does, draw in the Ironborn and fight them on land. Seaguard was built to repel attacks by sea, and it seems to hold up to its name."

"Good, then maybe we can get off this fucking ship and finally touch the ground," Smalljon said with a small groan as the ship shook from a big wave. "Umbers were not meant to sail the seas."

Nathan and Domeric laughed. Out of the three, Smalljon had taken seafaring the worst, which brought much enjoyment to the other two.

"Don't worry, we're likely to stay here for a few weeks," Nathan said as he narrowed his eyes at the open docks. "It looks like the Royal Fleet or the Reach Fleet haven't made it yet."

"Must be held up by the Ironborn," Smalljon said before he gave a serious look. "Do you think the Royal Fleet can beat the Ironborn?"

Nathan snorted and gave both Smalljon and Domeric a grin. "The Royal Fleet is said to be broken into two parts in King's Landing and Dragonstone, and it makes about 200 warships. The Reach Fleet is owned mostly by House Redwyne, who are said to have another 200 warships and over 1000 trading ships alone. Even if the Ironborn attacked Lannisport with 100 ships, they do not have the power to attack two fleets with such a difference in numbers." Nathan said before he looked back to Seaguard. "There is also the fact that the Master of Ships is leading the Royal Fleet, Stannis Baratheon."

Nathan didn't know much about Stannis Baratheon, only what his uncle had told him and what he had heard in rumors. Stannis was the younger brother to King Robert, but the two couldn't be more different. While Robert was lively and someone you would want to share a drink with, Stannis was always serious to the point that it was hard to breathe while being around him and a man who held duty above all else. There was also a famous saying attached to Stannis, he will break before he bends. From what Nathan's uncle told him, Stannis was one of the hardest men he had ever met and also had a talent for warfare.

If his uncle had praised the man, Stannis would have most likely lived up to his title of Master of Ships.

"Here's hoping this war ends before we set foot on solid land," Nathan said before sighing. "Though knowing the luck of Westeros, that won't happen."

With that, the three stood in silence as they made their way, ready to face the Lords of the South in whatever political nonsense they may bring up.

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Location: Seaguard

"Throw anchor!" Ulfric yelled as the Black Wolf docked in Seaguard.

Nathan watched as the deckhands grabbed a long wooden plank before throwing it down onto the deck and then fastening it. Once the plank was secured Nathan wordlessly walked down followed by Smalljon, Domeric, Chief Wull, Ulfric, Lord Larance Blackpearl, and 50 guards. Nathan looked around to see the other ships holding various lords and nobles at the open docks while most of the fleet weighed anchor in the bay.

At the end of the docks was an assortment of guards led by a man who looked like a knight.

Nathan took in the leading knight. It was an aged man, though tall and lean, with a clean-shaved face and an aged face. He had amber hair that was turning grey, yet Nathan could tell this man was a true warrior despite his age. As for the knight's armor, he wore heavy grey plate armor and a helm with the sigil of House Tully on his chest, telling Nathan this was a knight of House Tully.

Without a word Nathan walked forward in full armor, his hand casually resting on Red Rain before he stood a few feet away from the knight.

The knight looked at Nathan and the young Stark could see the man was looking at Nathan seriously.

"I am Nathan Stark, I bring the Northern Fleet of the West, along with various Lords and an army of 9500," Nathan said while looking the man in the eyes.

Without hesitation, the knight bowed to Nathan, and the other soldiers followed. "Well met, Heir Stark. I'm Ser Brynden Tully, " He said before he rose.

That made Nathan look at the man with slight surprise. Ser Brynden Tully was a famous knight in the Riverlands known as Blackfish. Ser Brynden was the younger brother of Lord Hoster Tully, making the man the uncle to Nathan's aunt. Despite being the brother to Lord Tully, Ser Brynden never married and thus had no heirs. From how Catelyn described the man, he was a true knight as he fought for his House and home, leaving the politics to his brother.

"It's good to finally meet you Ser," Nathan said as he stuck his hand out and the two shook. "Aunt Catelyn told me good things about you. One of the greatest living knights in the Riverlands who fought in half a hundred battles if not more."

"Well, we'll have this Ironborn shit to another of my many battles." The knight said with a dry snort as he pulled away. "I am to escort you and the Northern Lords to King Robert and his war council. Lord Eddard Stark and the forces of the North arrived a week ago."

With that Nathan and Ser Brynden waited for the other Northern Lords to leave their ships before they made their way to Seaguard Castle.

As Nathan walked with Ser Brynden, he glanced around to see that the town was very busy. Nathan also noticed that various guards and soldiers had taken residence in the town taverns and brothels. Nathan had a few questions, but he would save them until he met King Robert.

After some walking, Nathan and the Northern Lords and nobles were soon taken inside the castle while Ser Brynden escorted them to the War Council.

"Everyone is in here Heir Stark," Ser Brynden said before opening the large wooden doors.

Nathan entered the room and was greeted by quite the sight.

The room was somewhat large and filled with over a hundred nobles from various houses both big and small. Instantly, Nathan found his uncle Ned standing at the war table, with various Northern Lords standing not far behind. Behind Ned stood Benjen, making Nathan smile as it had been a year since he'd seen in second uncle, as the man only visited Winterfell to report on Moat Calin and the area around.

The next person Nathan saw was a familiar face, King Robert Baratheon who stood next to Nathan's uncle.

Nathan remembered King Robert being a massive man, and he was still one of the largest men in the room, with thick black hair and a full beard. Nathan also noticed Robert seemed to have put on some weight, no doubt from sitting on a throne for so long.

The next familiar face Nathan saw was Jon Arryn, standing on King Robert's right. Despite the man's age, Jon Arryn was a tall man with broad shoulders and a strong build thanks to his younger years of training. The man's blond hair had long since turned gray with wrinkles all over his face. When Nathan remembered Jon Arryn, the man still had some youth to him, now the man looked to have aged 30 years rather than 9. This showed how much of a toll serving as the Hand of the King took on the man.

Nathan would have felt pity had Nathan not known all the shit Jon Arryn tried to pull over the past two years.

The next person Nathan noticed at the war table made the young Stark grip his fist. It was an aged Lord with his hair and beard grey, and his figure portly, who wore light armor that was for more decoration than actual combat.

While Nathan had only briefly met the man when he was younger, he could guess who the man was. Lord of House Tully and ruler of the Riverlands, Hoster Tully. The man who has been trying to get Nathan disinherited for years, but has utterly failed.

Somehow, Nathan held back in giving the man a fierce glare. This man had tried to hinder Nathan's work and place his blood to rule House Stark and the North for his House's benefit. While Nathan loved all his cousins and his aunt, he had no love for Lord Tully.

There were other lords at the war table, yet Nathan didn't recognize them for the most part.

Finally, everyone in the room turned to Nathan and the other Northern Lords.

Walking into the room with the other Northern Lords, Nathan wordlessly knelt on the ground at the end of the war table, followed by the other Northern Lords.

"King Robert Baratheon, I, Nathan Stark of House Stark and Heir of the North, greet the King of Westeros," Nathan said while keeping his head down, as it was customary to kneel before the king and would only rise when Robert asked.

"HA! About time you showed up Nathan," Robert said with a booming laugh and a large smile as he and Ned walked around the war table. "Stand up and let me get a good look at you."

Nathan stood up and found himself standing before the King of Westeros, who was smiling down at him.

"Fucking hell, you look more and more like your father every year," Robert said with a laugh as Nathan smiled up at him. "I remember you were this little tike that was barely up to my knees, now you're leading wars and kicking the Ironborn in their balls. A full-fledged man now!" Robert said with a booming laugh as he patted Nathan's shoulder with his large hand.

Had Nathan not been wearing his armor, he felt his shoulder might have been bruised. "The North is good at turning boys into men," Nathan said with a smile before he looked at his uncles. "Good to see you, uncles," Nathan said as he hugged Ned. Nathan then looked to Benjen and smiled at the man, one he easily returned.

"And you as well," Ned said with a sigh of relief before he pulled away. "Though if I'm being honest, I wish you were back in Winterfell," Ned said with a small glare, making Nathan chuckle a bit nervously.

"Oh come off it Ned, the boy is becoming a man, let him live before he has to spend the rest of his life ruling his home," Robert said with a snort making Ned give the King a light glare. "Come," Robert said as he gestured to the seat next to his with a wide smile. "Tell everyone how you and the Northern Fleet repelled the Ironborn, your letter didn't tell us much."

Nathan sat down next to King Robert and his uncle Ned, and instantly Nathan saw some jealousy from the Southern Lords, but the young Stark ignored them.

"Before I speak, I would like to hear how Seaguard defended against the Ironborn attack," Nathan said as he was truly curious about the matter.

"Ah, that would be thanks to Lord Jason Mallister," Jon Arryn said as he pointed to one of the men at the war table, who stood up.

Jason Mallister was a tall and lean man, with brown hair that starting to turn white, and fierce blue-grey eyes. His armor was a beautiful indigo that stood out among most of the armor Nathan had seen.

"After House Stark informed Lord Tully of a potential war between the North and Ironborn, Lord Tully informed House Mallister of the possible threat." Lord Mallister said with a deep voice as he leaned against the table. "I then started to prepare for a potential Ironborn attack and lend aid to the North should they need it. However, I wasn't expecting the Ironborn to attack Seaguard with 20 ships." Lord Mallister said with a tired sigh. "They managed to destroy what Warships we had before making their way to Seaguard, but my men were more than prepared. We rained arrows down and killed most at the docks before they could even set foot on the ground, thus the town suffered no damage. I managed to kill the leader of the Ironborn raid before throwing the body into the sea, Rodrik Greyjoy."

That made Nathan look at Lord Mallister in shock. Rodrik Greyjoy was said to be the eldest son of Balon Greyjoy, who the man held with great pride. Nathan could only guess that Balon thought Seaguard would be an easy target for his son given the small Riverland Fleet, and that the Ironborn haven't attacked Seaguard in over 300 years.

"After Rodrik Greyjoy's death, the Ironborn fled with their ships, giving us victory." Lord Mallister said before he sat down.

"Ha, that's what that cunt squid deserves," Robert said with a scoff as he took a deep sip of wine before looking at Nathan. "Now tell us, future Lord of the North, what was the Battle of Windhelm like?" Robert asked with some excitement and even Ned looked curious.

Nathan ignored all the judgmental eyes on him before he started to speak. "Before the Battle of Windhelm, I had planned to lead 200 soldiers to Windhelm along with provisions to see if Windhelm was preparing well. Surprisingly, Smalljon Umber thought the same thing and was leading 100 men to Windhelm to offer his support. Something about showing the Ironborn how Umber's fight," Nathan said with a smirk, getting a laugh of pride from Greatjon Umber. "We had also encountered Domeric Bolton and all of us decided to travel together with our forces."

Nathan took a sip of some strong wine before he continued to speak.

"Upon arrival to Windhelm, we were quickly told of an impending Ironborn attack of 60 ships heading to Windhelm," Nathan said as he glared at the map on the table. "I guess that Balon Greyjoy wanted no chance of the North gaining a Western Fleet, thus he wanted to thoroughly destroy Windhelm and everything we've built before raiding the North. We guess the Ironborn had sent somewhere between 4000 to 5000 Ironborn to Windhelm, given the amount of ships and dead."

"How were you informed of such an attack?" Jon Arryn asked while many muttered about the 60 ships that were sent to Windhelm.

"You can thank Lord Glover and Lord Flint of the Fingers for that," Nathan said, making the two Lords Nathan mentioned stand straighter. "Lord Glover had a brilliant plan to have Lord Flint build watchtowers at the Northern Fingers to keep an eye out for any Ironborn raid, Lord Glover even had Lord Manderly lend a few Far Eyes to Lord Flint to help while also gaining a raven to said a message as swiftly as possible. Had it not been for these two Lords and Lord Manderly lending the Far Eye, the Battle of Windhelm may have changed drastically."

Lord Glover kept his composer yet looked at Nathan with more respect, as it wasn't uncommon for Lords to gloss over the contribution their bannermen offered while taking most of the glory. Lord Flint of the Fingers looked to be radiating pride, yet still tried to keep himself in check.

"After we were told of the impending Ironborn raid of 60 ships Lords Glover, Blackpearl, Ryswell, Tallhart, Forrester, Lady Mormont, and I started to prepare for the battle." Nathan then pointed to Sea Dragon Point with a sharp grin on his face. "During our talk, I realized the Iron Feet would be coming in from the South, thus I thought it would be best to hide the Northern Fleet on the North side of Sea Dragon Point, as the Ironborn wouldn't hesitate to attack a defenseless port. So the plan was to attack the Ironborn on both sides from land and sea," Nathan said as he took another sip of wine as everyone was engrossed with Nathan's tale. "I was proven right as the Ironborn didn't hesitate to attack and thus fell into our trap, with the Northern Fleet coming up from behind the Ironborn Fleet just as they attacked. We then rained arrows and Scorpion Bolts on all the ships from all sides, killing a majority of the Ironborn just as the battle started."

"Ha, damn fine work Nathan, your father and grandfather would be proud!" Robert laughed with pure enjoyment at Nathan's tale. "And where were you as your men were fucking the Ironborn over?"

Nathan looked to his uncle before sighing, knowing Ned Stark wouldn't like this next part. "I was leading the largest ship in the Northern Fleet, the Black Wolf, into the heart of the battle," Nathan said making Robert smile wider as he leaned forward, while Ned looked shocked by Nathan's words. "I figure the quickest way to end the battle was to attack the leader of the Ironborn Fleet, as without the leader the Ironborn would start to panic and quickly fall apart."

"Who led the Iron Fleet that attacked the North?" Lord Mallister asked while looking at Nathan seriously and respectfully.

"Dunstan Drumm, Lord of House Drumm," Nathan said, bringing much chatter among all the Lords.

It was no surprise that everyone was talking, as Lord Drumm was an infamous raider of Westeros and one of the strongest Lords on the Iron Islands.

"We confronted Lord Drumm's ships and we battled," Nathan said as he rubbed his neck. "I will admit, I nearly lost my life a good few times, but in the end, we won."

"And what happened to Lord Drumm?" Jon Arryn said with a small sigh as he already knew the answer.

Giving a small grin, Nathan looked to Chief Wull and gave a nod, making the Mountain Lord grin as he stepped forward with two sacks around his belt. Without a word, Chief Wull opened the first sack and pulled out Lord Drumm's rotting head.

Everyone in the room reeled back in shock at seeing Lord Drumm's rotting head placed on the War table, the smell making a few Lords turn green. Both Robert and Ned looked shocked before Robert let out a laugh while Ned looked stoic. Jon Arryn looked upset at seeing the dead lord of the Iron Islands, as the man could have been used as a valuable hostage.

"Fucking hell Nathan, I see that Northern Blood is strong in you," Robert said with an almost mad grin. "So, who's the one who killed the fucker?"

Nathan grinned as did a small bow. "You're looking at him my King," He said, getting some shocked looks in the room. "I fought and killed Lord Drumm myself, beheading him with his own House's sword, Red Rain," Nathan said as he unsheathed the Valyrian Steel sword, getting more shocked looks from everyone in the room.

"You expect us to believe a boy like you killed a seasoned Ironborn raider who has killed many knights older than you?" A noble from the South said in a skeptical tone, getting a lot of glares from the Northern Lords and even King Robert, making the man cower a bit.

"Lord Drumm wasn't exactly an honorable fighter," Nathan said with a shrug, not caring about the Southern Lord's words as he sheathed his sword. "The man first attacked me with four other Ironborn and nearly took my head. He would have had I not gotten support from Kodlak Whitemane and those who were brought by ship. That had allowed me to fight Lord Drumm alone. It was a grueling fight with many close calls but in the end, I was able to take Lord Drumm's head."

"It truly was a glorious fight, worthy of House Stark and the North," Chief Wull said with a wide smile as he picked the head up and placed it in the sack.

Nathan nodded before he continued to speak. "After the battle was over we assessed the damage. The North had lost more than 1000 fighters and another 200 too wounded to continue fighting. We had also lost 15 ships with 10 being severely damaged." Nathan said before a large grin crossed his face. "However, from the dead Ironborn counted we assume that around 2500 Ironborn were slain and 300 were captured. We have managed to sink 21 Ironborn ships and captured 17 ships, which we've added to the Northern Fleet. With the ships that we were able to repair the Northern Fleet now holds around 80 Warships."

Nathan looked around and smiled as he saw many of the southern lords now look at Nathan with jealousy and envy, and Nathan could understand why. So far in the war, everyone had not gained much and would most likely not gain anything other than glory and lose more when fighting the Ironborn, as the Iron Islands were the poorest realm in Westeros. Yet in a single battle, Nathan had gained many ships, killed an infamous Ironborn Lord and raider, and gained a Valyrian Steel Sword all in one battle. Lord Tully had the deepest glare out of everyone, no doubt not liking the fact Nathan was gaining such fame and wealth, further securing his position as the Heir of the North.

"Fucking brilliant Nathan," Robert said while looking at Nathan with pure pride. "You have done your ancestors proud my boy."

Ned gave Nathan a small smile, but also a small sigh. On one hand, Ned was beyond proud that Nathan had done his duty and protected the North, not to mention gained many ships and a Valyrian steel sword. On the other hand, Ned would be feeling much better had Nathan said in Winterfell where it's safe.

"I can not treat him like a child anymore," Ned thought with a small sigh as he smiled at Nathan. "He is growing, and is becoming a true lord of the North."

Robert downed a mug of wine before letting out a booming laugh while looking at Nathan. "Thanks to you fucking over the Ironborn, Lord Mallister killing that cunt Balon's son, and my brother bringing the royal fleet along with Reach Fleet, we'll show the Ironborn not to underestimate Westeros, and show those Iron cunts why they only rule five small islands and not the world!" Robert shouted, getting cheers and shouts from everyone in the room.

Nathan sipped his wine and looked at Robert with a smile. While the man may not have ruled the Seven Kingdoms, he was a natural leader with great charisma.

"My King," Nathan said, grabbing Robert's attention. "If I may ask, what is our plan to attack the Iron Islands?"

Robert took another sip from his cup before he stood up and looked at the map. "For now, we wait for my brother to bring the Royal Fleet and Reach Fleet. Your ships aren't enough for all the forces that were brought, but they will help. We will attack each of the Iron Islands at the same time, splitting their forces. However, we will save Pyke for last." Robert said with a wide grin before he sat back down.

Nathan nodded slowly to this. The Ironborn didn't have many soldiers, especially thanks to the Battle of Windhelm and the potential battle of the Royal Fleet and the Ironborn fleet. By attacking each island at the same time, the Ironborn forces would be stretched thin, not to mention they would be overwhelmed by the superior numbers of Westeros. There was also the fact that the Iron Islands were rarely invaded in all their history, thus they would not be prepared for such forces.

"Truly, Dumb Fuck Balon has overestimated himself and the Ironborn," Nathan said with a snort as he leaned back in his chair.

As soon as Nathan said those words, Robert's eyes widened as he coughed up some wine that he just happened to be drinking. Everyone looked slightly concerned as Robert coughed and spat on the floor before looking at Nathan with slightly teary eyes.

"What... did you say... Nathan?" Robert asked in a slightly raspy tone.

Nathan blinked with a slight look of bewilderment. "I... I said that Dumb Fuck Balon has overestimated himself," Nathan said slowly while looking Robert in the eyes. "Balon thinks he can take on all of Westeros with only 20,000 soldiers. Even if they have superior skills at sea, the only way the Ironborn comes out in victory is if every lord was a sniveling cunt that couldn't swing a sword and let the Ironborn raid and reap their lands. Balon is an idiot if he thinks all of Westeros will allow him to do as he pleases, thus, Dumb Fuck Balon."

The room was silent for a long moment before Robert started laughing. It started small, a simple chuck before the King gave a booming laugh that nearly shook the room.

"Dumb Fuck Balon, brilliant!" Robert laughed as he patted Nathan on the back, nearly sending the young Stark to the floor. "We'll show those Iron Dumb Fucks not to underestimate Westeros!"

This brought laughter and cheers in the room, and even Nathan found himself laughing. King Robert had an air around him that just drew people in, natural charisma his uncle called it. After the laughter started to die down, everyone took a breath.

"Stannis should be arriving in Seaguard in a few weeks, once he arrives we can invade the Iron Islands and finally put Dumb Fuck Balon down," Robert said with a snort, making Jon Arryn sigh. "For now everyone is dismissed, rest, and do whatever you want. You will be called once the Royal Fleet arrives."

After the King's words, everyone started to exit the war room while a few stayed behind. Nathan and his uncle Ned stood together while looking at Robert.

"Robert, I'm going to speak with Nathan, but I'll find you later," Ned said while giving his old friend a small smile.

Robert snorted and waved his hand. "Spend time with your nephew, I imagine you have much to talk about," Robert said before giving Nathan a grin. "When you're done talking, I hope you join me in the training yard. I would love to see how much you improved since you were a boy."

Nathan smiled and nodded to Robert. "I'll be sure to show you how much I've improved."

With that Nathan and Ned exited the room together, walking in silence. Nathan could tell his uncle was in deep thought, and he could guess why.

Ned has always been protective of Nathan, the man had given his brother, Nathan's father, his word that he would protect Nathan and make him Lord of House Stark. However, Nathan was making it hard for Ned to keep him safe as he was running headfirst into a war.

"Would he order me to stay here in Seaguard, to go back North, to stay by his side and not fight in the coming war?" Nathan thought with a small sigh.

If the young Stark was being honest, if his uncle asked he may listen. The man had done much for Nathan, more than anyone in Nathan's life, more than most uncles would do for their nephews. The least Nathan could do was listen to the man and not worry him.

Soon Nathan and Ned found themselves in a long hall, alone.

Ned Stark suddenly came to a stop and gave a tired sigh.

"You are so much like your father, it gets fucking annoying sometimes," Ned said, making Nathan look at his uncle in shock as the older Stark gave a ruthful smile. "I'm serious, everything you did was something Brandon would do. And I'm sure if Brandon was alive he would be singing your praises." Ned said before he gave Nathan a very serious look, that took Nathan's smile away. "But he's not alive, he died because he and my father acted rashly and confronted the Mad King, losing their lives." Ned placed his hands on Nathan's shoulders and looked the young man in the eyes. "When I heard you were in Windhelm and had fought the Ironborn... my heart stopped. I feared the worst and prayed to the Old Gods."

Now Nathan felt guilt at his uncle's words, but before he could speak his uncle spoke.

"I know... I know I simply can't lock you away in Winterfell and spare you from danger. You are to become the Lord of the North one day after all," Ned said with a sigh as he rubbed his face. "All I ask is that you don't put yourself needlessly in danger, to think about your life and cherish it, for you are the best thing to happen to the North in the last hundred years."

Ned saw firsthand the changes that were happening in the North, and all these changes were thanks to Nathan himself. Ned knew he was not fit to be Lord of the North, while he could rule the lands and protect his people, he did not have the drive to make the North strong like his father and Nathan. Ned's loyalty to Nathan wasn't just because Nathan was his nephew and heir to House Stark, but because Ned knew deep in his heart that Nathan would change the North for the better.

"He has done so much and is bearly a man, I can't imagine what he'll do when he's my age." Ned thought while looking at Nathan with pride and slight frustration.

Nathan was quiet for a long moment before looking into his uncle's eyes. "I promise not to put myself recklessly in danger, but I will fight for the North uncle," Nathan said with a hard look on his face. "These are my people who are fighting for their home. If I were to simply sit on my ass while they die for the North, I could not call myself Lord of the North."

Ned sighed as he could see Nathan got his loyalty from Brandon.

"But, I promise to no longer put myself recklessly in danger," Nathan said before he grew a sharp grin. "I have a plan that could put the North in a favorable position for victory during the war."

Ned gave a small laugh and rubbed the top of Nathan's head, making the young Stark pout. "How you come up with such ideas is truly shocking, clearly you got your smarts from your mother since Brandon could bearly read at times."

Nathan smiled before a conflicted look crossed his face, something Ned noticed.

"While I am brilliant, even I don't have all the answers," Nathan said as he took Red Rain from his hip and held it in his hands. "Such as what to do with this."

"What do you mean?" Ned said with a confused look.

Nathan gave his uncle a small smile. "House Stark already has a Valyrian Sword, Ice, House Stark doesn't need another one," Nathan said as he gave a small sigh. "It's no secret how valuable Valyrian Steel is and that many are willing to pay a King's ransom for such a treasure... people like the Lannisters."

It was no secret that Tywin Lannister was searching for a Valyrian Steel Sword for House Lannister, to replace the Valyrian Sword Brightroar that was lost 300 years ago. The Lannister Lord had offered much gold to numerous Noble Houses, both Great and Minor, for their Valyrian Swords, but none accepted such an offer out of pride.

Nathan wouldn't sell Ice even if he could become King of Westeros. However, to sell a sword that was gained through victory was something Nathan was more than happy to do. Especially if Lord Tywin would pay a king's ransom if not more.

Ned rubbed his chin and slowly nodded his head. "It's a good idea, the Lannisters are the wealthiest House in Westeros and Tywin has been searching for a Valyrian Sword for years," Ned said before he saw the look on Nathan's face hadn't changed. "So what's the problem?"

"...If I'm being honest, I think you deserve this more," Nathan said, making Ned's eyes widen. "Uncle, you say I am the one changing the North, but you were one of the first to help me," Nathan said as he looked at Ned with pride. "Most people would call my plans foolish because of my age, or say it was a risk not worth taking, but you still helped me regardless. You have given so much to me, taught me how to be a man, a Lord... you're not just my uncle... you're also my father."

There were a few times in Ned's life when he teared up, the passing of his family, the birth of his children, and now the words of his nephew... his son.

Nathan sniffed before holding out the sword to his uncle. "So, I think you deserve Red Rain for all that you have done-"

"Nathan," Ned said with a fatherly smile as he gently pushed the sword back to Nathan's chest. "I am honored, truly, but I agree with selling the sword to the Lannisters," Ned said, getting a shocked look from Nathan. "While a Valyrian Sword does hold much value, it is just a sword in the end. I would have given Ice up if it meant it could help the North." Ned said as rested his hand on Nathan's shoulder. "Everything I've done, I have done with love for the North, for House Stark, and for you."

Nathan looked at his uncle in shock before he gave a small laugh. "Honorable Wolf indeed, you are truly one of a kind uncle," Nathan said as he took the sword and placed it on his hip. "Very well, I will look into selling the sword to House Lannister in the future," Nathan said before his smile turned sharp. "I imagine I'll get a million gold at the very least, but I'll be aiming for a couple million if not more."

Hearing those numbers made Ned stagger and look at Nathan in shock as Nathan only laughed at his uncle's reaction.

With that, the two continued to talk as they walked next to each other.

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After finishing his talk with his uncle made his way to the castle's training grounds as King Robert had asked. It took some asking around before Nathan found himself in a large open area with various men fighting.

The training yard was filled with dozens of men, most were young knights from various Noble Houses no doubt trying to impress the King of Westeros. Nathan saw a few men from the North in the training yard such as Smalljon and Chief Wull.

Speaking of the King, Nathan found Robert in the center of the training yard squaring off against some poor knight from the Riverlands.

Robert was in training armor while wielding a Warhammer, the knight that was squaring off against the King looked to only be a few years older than Nathan, wielding a sword and shield.

The King of Westeros roared as his hammer slammed into the shield, sending the poor knight flying to the ground while growing in pain.

"Not bad boy, but if you think you're not strong enough take a blow with your shield, deflect or dodge, or you may get a broken arm," Robert said as he rested the Warhammer on his shoulder before he noticed Nathan. "Ah, Nathan, glad you can finally join us."

Nathan smiled as he walked up to the king, the young Stark feeling many eyes on him. "I've been stuck at sea for about a month, I could use a good spar to sharpen my skills," Nathan said while glancing around at the fighter.

The sail to Seaguard was boring for Nathan with only light spars on the ship with Domeric and Smalljon to keep him occupied then spending time with Mya.

"I wonder how Mya's doing?" Nathan asked himself with a bit of worry and longing.

Before landing in Seaguard, Nathan and Mya had a serious talk. With so many nobles having their eyes on Nathan after the Battle of Windhelm, Nathan couldn't be open with his relationship with Mya. If it was found out that Nathan had a bastard lover, his reputation would take a hit and stall many of his plans. A part of Nathan wanted to tell any noble who judged him to go fuck themselves and mind their own business, but as Heir to the North, Nathan couldn't be as free as he wanted. So Nathan asked Mya to stay under Kodlak Whitemane while they were in Seaguard, to which the older warrior agreed.

Surprisingly, Mya quickly agreed to Nathan's suggestion. The girl explained that she wanted to avoid the nobles of the Vale, lest someone recognize her and try to drag her back to the Vale against her will. Mya knew Nathan would defend her from returning to the Vale, but she also knew it would cause problems between Nathan and the Vale, so Mya agreed to stay under Kodlak Whitemane for the time being.

"Ha, good to hear," Robert said as he slapped Nathan's back, nearly sending the poor Stark to the ground. "I would love to see that Valyrian Sword in action."

"Perhaps during the war with the Ironborn," Nathan said as he grabbed a dull blade from a rack. "Sparing with a Valyrian Sword seems excessive, the last thing I want is to cut someone's hand off," Nathan said making Robert pout. "So, anyone wants to fight the White Wolf of the North?" Nathan called out while walking to the center of the yard.

"I'll have a go!" A young knight as he marched onto the field.

The man was decked out in full armor with a sword and shield in hand. His shield showed the coat of arms of A red stallion upon a golden escutcheon on brown.

"House Bracken," Nathan said as he recognized the sigil, but not much else. They had a rich history in Westeros having blood of the First Man and were loyal to House Targaryen, but Nathan hadn't heard much in recent years.

Nathan took in the young knight before him. He was a few years older than the Stark, possibly 18 or 20, yet they were nearly the same height. However, Nathan noticed the knight while fairly thin while Nathan himself had more muscle.

"So, who will I be fighting?" Nathan said with a smile on his face.

"Squire Croll Bracken, under Ser Athen Bracken," The young Squire said in a firm tone while keeping his eyes hard on Nathan.

Nathan grinned as he realized the look Croll was giving him. "He's looking down on me."

While Nathan was explaining the Battle of Windhelm, he noticed that many of the nobles from the South, such as the nobles from the Riverlands were looking down on him. Nathan guessed they thought Nathan was exaggerating or outright lying about his deeds during the battle. Nathan could understand why most of the Riverland Lords didn't like Nathan, as it was his actions that the North started to buy less and less grain every month thanks to the foods he had found that could grow in the North. There was also the fact that Lord Tully himself had tried to disinherit Nathan with the support of the Lords from the Riverlands.

"Well, who gives a fuck!" Nathan thought with a wicked grin as he took a stance, as did the knight.

Nathan didn't care what the Riverlands thought of him, let them hate his actions as he made the North stronger. If all they can do is complain and whine like children, let them complain while the Noble Houses of the North grow in power while the Lords of the Riverlands waste what gifts they have.

An older man in armor stepped between the two and gave them both a look. "The first to fall, lose their sword, or gain a fatal injury will lose the bout. If I feel you are being excessive and trying to fatally injure, I will pull you apart."

Nathan nodded in understanding, as he could guess the Lords didn't want slights to be made before the war.

The older man looked between the two before he gave a sharp nod. "Begin!"

Without a word, the squire charged at Nathan like a bull, shield up and sword drawn back. Nathan struck with his sword while dodging to the side and the squire tried to follow, but Nathan continued to attack.

"When facing an opponent in heavy armor with a shield, don't stop attacking." Nathan thought as he remembered Ser Rodrik's lessons.

Most knights in high-quality armor were often too arrogant in thinking swords wouldn't hurt them, and most were right as Maces and Warhammers were best against full plate armor, but swords could still get through.

As Nathan continued to attack he suddenly stopped, prompting the squire to attack with his sword, which is what Nathan wanted.

Deflecting the sword and kicking the shield with all his strength, the squire stumbled back and tried to attack again. Nathan didn't give the young man a chance as he slammed the blunt sword onto the young man's helmet, getting a cry of pain as the young squire grabbed his head. With the squire distracted Nathan slammed his heavy boot into the squire's chest, sending the young man to the ground before putting the tip of the dull blade to his neck.

"I believe it's my victory," Nathan said with a grin as he pulled his blade back and offered the squire a hand.

However, the squire from House Bracken slapped Nathan's hand away, making the young Stark frown.

"Do all Northeners fight with no honor?" The squire said while glaring at Nathan.

Instantly the training yard went quiet as tensions rose. Nathan noticed Smalljon and Chief Wull stand up, looking to throttle the young squire and anyone who stood in their way along with others from the North. King Robert had a frown on his face as he glared at the squire, yet he didn't do anything yet.

Nathan smiled at the squire as he stood up. "Well that came out of nowhere, and how do I have no honor?"

The squire scoffed and stared at Nathan. "It's the way you fight, like a savage," He said, making Smalljon growl and Chief Wull grip his axe, yet Nathan continued to smile as he held up a hand, stopping them. "What kind of Lord kicks a knight down, it's barbaric."

"The kind of Lord who wants to live," Nathan said while rolling his eyes. "Tell me, Squire Croll," Nathan said, emphasizing the Squire part, making the young man bristle. "Have you ever fought the Ironborn?" Nathan asked, and seeing Croll's hesitation gave the young Stark his answer. "Well let me tell you about the Ironborn. They will do whatever it takes to put you down," Nathan said in a serious tone, making the older squire suddenly straighten up. "They will bite, spit, grab, pull you to the ground, use numbers, stab you in the back, or throw dirt in your eyes, they will do anything to kill you, and they will not feel a hint of remorse or shame," Nathan said as he rested the dull blade on his shoulder. "Is it dishonorable, yes, will they give a fuck, no," Nathan said as he stepped forward and looked the squire in the eyes, making him squirm. "Now I don't know about you, but my life is more important than worrying if I'm killing the Ironborn with honor or not. I have a realm to one day rule, a house to run, a family to return to, and people to protect. Why should I give two shits if I'm killing an Ironborn with honor during a war?" Nathan said as he saw Croll gulp and take a step back.

"What Lord Nathan says holds weight," King Robert said, grabbing everyone's attention. "The Ironborn are the kind of cunts that won't hesitate to stab you in the back or throw dirt in your eyes. Say what you will about them, but they know how to fight dirty, it's how so many raiders run away with their lives." Robert said before he glared at the squire, who seemed to shake under Robert's eyes. "If I were you, I would listen to Lord Nathan's words. You've got heart lad, but you've never been in a true battle before."

"I've... I've fought bandits and poachers, and I've been in a few tourneys-"

"Skirmishes at best, and tourneys are only good for entertainment or training," Robert said, cutting the squire off as he slammed his mouth shut. "Listen to what Lord Nathan has to say, and you may come out of this war alive and a bit wiser."

"Yes my King," The Squire said before slinking off and out of the courtyard.

"Green fucker," Robert snorted as he took a sip from his wine skin. "Knows more about honor than actual fighting." The King said before he grinned at Nathan. "Though I must say, I was impressed. You were half a decade younger than him and you sourly handed his ass to him while giving him a lecture."

"I trained practically every day since my Name Day Tourney," Nathan said with a prideful grin. "I even started training Robb and Jon whenever I have free time, and the results speak for themselves," Nathan said while flexing his arm, showing off the muscles. "So, who's next?" Nathan called out as he stood in the center once again.

The young Stark soon found himself facing off against various fighters from the South and even a few from the North. While Nathan won all his bouts, they were mostly against the younger fighters with only minor experience. Nathan understood why none of the more experienced fighters stepped forward, for if they were to lose they would be humiliated, but if they won they gain little as Nathan was young himself, hence it wasn't worth the risk. However, Nathan promised to show King Robert his skills, thus, Nathan challenged Smalljon, to which the older man readily agreed while grabbing a dull greatsword.

When the two fought it grabbed everyone's attention. The raw strength and ferocity stirred something in the men as both Nathan and Smalljon fought their hardest, King Robert himself loved the bout given the shouts and looks of glee on his face.

In the end, Nathan managed to win after slamming the crossguard of his sword into Smalljon's neck before holding the blade to his head.

With that, the two friends shook hands while King Robert was singing their praises.

"Fucking hell, if only you two were born a few decades ago, I could have crushed the Targaryans without breaking a sweat." King Robert shouted with glee as he looked at Smalljon. "And you, fucking hell, in a few years you may make The Mountain look like a dwarf."

Nathan snorted as his smile turned sharp. "The only reason Gregor Clegane gained the title of The Mountain is because the South has never seen the Umbers," Nathan said while Smalljon laughed, and Robert soon followed. "I'm serious, most of the members of House Umber are as large as Smalljon here, even the women," Nathan said before he threw the dull blade to the side. "I think that's enough fighting for today."

"Aye, I say we feast until tomorrow! To celebrate the victory over the Ironborn at the Battle of Windhelm!" Robert said, getting some cheers from the other nobles as Robert started to lead them out, with Nathan quickly following.

---

"Fuck... me..." Nathan groaned lightly as the sun shined in his eyes, his head pounding lightly while his mouth felt dry.

After having a feast to welcome Nathan and celebrate the victory of the Battle of Windhelm, Nathan drank and ate much with his bannermen and the king. Nathan remembered trying to start a conversation with a few Lords from the Riverlands, but Nathan could instantly tell they were putting up a wall between him and them, thus Nathan mostly drank with Robert, which annoyed the Riverland nobles even more.

So Nathan mostly enjoyed his time at the feast and planned to sleep the day away.

"I will say this, Robert knows how to party." Nathan thought with a snort as he closed his eyes, trying to sleep off the hangover he was feeling. Not to mention the bonus of staying in the room all day.

*Bang*Bang*Bang*

Hearing the sudden knock on the door nearly made Nathan jump from his bed. Looking at the door slightly frantic, Nathan quickly climbed to his feet while throwing on some pants.

Opening the door, Nathan saw an older Knight in full armor.

"What's wrong, is there trouble?" Nathan asked in a serious tone, yet Nathan noticed the knight didn't have any urgency.

"Heir Stark, Lord Tully wishes to speak with you." The Knight said in a pompous tone, making Nathan's eyes widen. "He will be waiting for you-"

"Are you fucking kidding me right now," Nathan groaned as he rubbed his head, making the older knight blink. "Lord Tully is pulling this shit now, in the morning?"

Even with his head pounding, Nathan could see what the old Riverland Lord was trying to pull. No doubt Lord Tully wanted to talk to Nathan about the changes in the North, and the old man was going to use the marriage his uncle had with his daughter to his advantage. Nathan could even tell that the sudden request to see him was a power move, to show that Lord Tully was serious, given the knight referred to him as Heir Stark, rather than Lord.

The knight seemed to bristle under Nathan's words and gained a hard look on his face. "Heir Stark, you can not keep Lord Tully waiting. I will escort you to Lord Tully-"

"Stop," That single word was able to shut the Knight's mouth on reflex as Nathan gave the man an annoyed glare. "Lord Tully is not my Lord, Lord Tully rules the Riverlands and I will one day rule the North. The old man may ask for my presents, but he will not order it." Nathan said in a hard tone, making the older knight stiffen, yet the man kept his composure. "I will rest and be available to talk with Lord Tully, as equals, around noon. If Lord Tully is dissatisfied, he can come to me himself and complain, he's old but not that old." Nathan placed a finger on the man's chest and, to the knight's surprise, pushed him back ever so slightly. "Now go, I've got a massive headache."

"H-Heir Stark, please-"

*Bang*

Nathan slammed the door on the knight's face before turning back to his bed and lying down.

"...Is he gone?"

Peaking from under the covers was Mya Stone, looking a little flustered. During the feast, King Robert invited Kodlak and his band to the feast to hear their tales, thus inviting Mya as well. The bastard girl mostly avoided the nobles and once the feast was coming to an end Nathan took her back to his room. They had spent the night together but had not gotten farther than rubbing and kissing.

When Mya saw Nathan nod the girl sighed in relief as she sat up, showing her naked breast to the young Stark.

"I thought my heart was going to leap out of my chest," Mya said with a sigh before she looked at Nathan. "So, what was that about?"

"Old Man Tully trying to have a dick-measuring contest with me," Nathan said while rolling his eyes as he turned and took in Mya's form while the girl snorted giggling at Nathan's crude joke. "He wants to talk politics and tried to put himself in a dominant position, but I'm not going to let that happen."

Mya bit her lip and started to sit up. "Perhaps I should leave before someone cat-AH!"

Nathan cut Mya off as he grabbed her slim waist and dragged her back into the bed. The young Stark grinned as he took in Mya's natural scent as she squirmed in his arms.

"As I told the knight, I will be available around noon, so we have some time," Nathan said as he kissed Mya's neck, making the girl moan as she continued to fidget. "Perhaps we can take a bath together before eating."

That made Mya blush before she slapped Nathan's bear shoulder. "You Rogue," She said with a cute pout, making Nathan laugh. "...I will stay for a bit, but a bath and meal will be too much."

"Then just a bath," Nathan said as he snaked his hand up and cupped Mya's breast, getting a small gasp from her. "Seeing you naked, your body coated in water will surely make my day," Nathan whispered into Mya's ear while squeezing her breast harder.

Mya groaned erotically, making Nathan grin. Suddenly, Mya pushed Nathan to the bed with a surprising amount of strength. Nathan then found Mya on top of him, straddling his waist with nothing on but a simple pair of breaches. Mya looked down at Nathan while panting heavily with her face flushed, yet there was a seductive grin on her face.

"Always so eager to see my body bare, Lord Stark," Mya said in a seductive tone as she dragged her nails across Nathan's bare chest, making the young Stark gasp quietly. "Should I feel honored that the future Lord of the North lusts after my body so much?"

Nathan's hands instantly grabbed Mya's ass and gave her a hard squeeze, getting a surprise squeak from the girl as Nathan grinned up.

"I'll show you how much I want you, Mya Stone," Nathan said with a lustful growl while bucking his hips, pressing his hard member against her leg.

Mya bit her lip as she leaned down and looked Nathan in the eyes. "Keep growling like that, it turns me on so much."

Nathan growled before pulling Mya into a deep kiss, the two lovers kissing one another hungrily without worry.

---

Nathan sighed as he walked briskly down a hallway, wearing elegant black Northern clothes.

After spending time with Mya and grabbing something to eat after washing himself, another knight had found Nathan and told the young Stark that Lord Tully was requesting to see him, to which Nathan agreed.

Entering a room, Nathan was greeted by Lord Tully sitting at a table with food and wine, the old man dressed in elegant clothes. Standing behind Lord Tully was Ser Brynden, decked out in his black armor. There was also a servant who stood with a pitcher in her hands.

"Heir Stark," Lord Tully said in an even tone, trying not to let his contempt show.

"Lord Hoster Tully," Nathan said with a smile before it turned sharp. "It's good to officially meet you."

Lord Tully gave a small grunt at Nathan's words. "Have a seat," The old man said with a guester.

Nathan sat down without a word and grabbed an empty cup. The servant grabbed a wine bottle and poured Nathan a cup, to which the young Stark took a sip.

"Good wine," Nathan said while licking his lips as he placed his cup down. "So, why have you called me here?"

Lord Tully grabbed his cup of wine and gave a gentle sip. "They say you are intelligent, so I think you know why I called you."

"Well they call me the Clever Wolf for a reason, so I have an idea," Nathan said with a playful grin while he leaned back in his chair. "But why don't you tell me to save us both some time."

Hoster narrowed his eyes at Nathan before he spoke. "Years ago during Robert's Rebellion, the Riverlands were asked to support the Crown by King Aerys Targaryen. We were honor-bound to do so, but instead, the Riverlands chose to support King Robert, for a price." The Old Lord said before he leaned forward. "I refused the call of the King and sided with Robert Baratheon, giving my people to make him king. The price for my support is that Jon Arryn and your uncle, Eddard Stark, the heirs to their Houses, marry my daughters. Jon Arryn kept his promise and my daughter is now Lady of House Arryn of the Vale."

"And married to an old man old enough to be her father," Nathan thought with disgust while rolling his eyes. Nathan more than understood that nobles sometimes had to sacrifice themselves for their House, such as marrying someone much older or younger to secure power and alliances. Yet Nathan found Lord Tully's action of marrying off his second daughter to a man as old as him brash at best, or disgusting at worst. It wasn't that different from what Lord Frey was said to do, the only difference is that Jon Arryn is the Lord of the Vale and rules the Vale like a king, which most Houses would be willing to give their daughters to gain connection to such power. Still, for a young maiden to marry an old man long past his prime was something beyond duty, it was just greed.

"Catelyn was supposed to be Lady of House Stark... until you came alone," Hoster said while looking at Nathan with contempt while Nathan continued to give a carefree smile. "Your grandfather, Rickard Stark, and I had already worked on a betrothed to Brandon Stark and my daughter, and with Brandon's death that responsibility fell onto your uncle. Instead of doing his duty and taking Lordship of House Stark, he planned to leave it to a child who has not yet proved himself." Hoster then gained an aggravated look as he looked at Nathan's smiling face. "If that wasn't bad enough, your actions in recent years have caused discord in the Riverlands and there will be more to come. So I ask you, Nathan Stark, how do you plan to make this right?"

As soon as Lord Tully was done talking Nathan grabbed his wine cup and drank slowly, very slowly while making exaggerated gulping noises. After taking the last gulp Nathan gave a loud sigh before sticking his cup out for more, to which the servant quickly did. The whole time Lord Tully was very annoyed, as for Ser Brynden, he looked between annoyed and amused.

"You say I should make things right," Nathan said as the servant stepped back and the young Stark smirked at Lord Tully. "But I ask, what would you have me do?" Nathan said before his eyes turned sharp. "From what I've heard, the betrothal agreement you had between my Grandfather and yourself was that your daughter would become Lady of the North. In exchange, the Riverlands would have a set price for grain the North purchased during winter and the North would be offered first rights to buy said grain." Nathan said before he folded his hands. "However, this agreement was thrown out the moment I came North. While Catelyn did fight for some of the agreements to be fulfilled such as first rights to buy grin in winter, you do not need to fulfill your end of the agreement and from what I have heard, you haven't." Nathan then placed his cup down and crossed his legs. "So I ask again, Lord Tully, what would you have me do to make things 'right'?"

Hoster was quiet for a long moment as he glared at Nathan. While the Riverland Lord had heard a bit about the young Stark, Lord Tully was expecting a brash and arrogant Northern brat, drunk on his glories from a single battle. However, Nathan Stark was very different.

"It's as if I'm talking with Rickard Stark," Hoster thought, as Rickard may not have been a master of the Game of Thrones, but he was the best among the Northern Lords and could be surprisingly cunning when it was needed. "Catelyn convinced me to agree to the right to purchase grain first in winter. However, I was under the impression that the North would always continue to buy grain throughout the year. Instead, I have Lords both Great and Minor complain to me that the North is slowly buying less and less grain every turn of the moon. Do you see the problem?"

"Yes, your Lords have too much time on their hands, such a tragedy," Nathan said while rolling his eyes with a bored look.

*BANG*

Suddenly Lord Tully slammed his fist into the table with a surprising amount of force for his age, nearly tipping it over. While the servant squeaked like a mouse Nathan's face did not change.

"Do you think this is a game?" Hoster said with an air of hostility. "Because of you, my Lords are in discord, wondering who to sell their excess grain to if not the North, and you are making jokes! I gave my daughter up for the Riverlands and yet I've gained nothing-"

"Oh don't act like the fucking victim Hoster!" Nathan suddenly cut the man off with a glare. "You held my uncle at the Twins, made him and Jon Arryn marry your daughters so you could expand your power and influence knowing my uncle was desperate to save his sister and avenge my father and grandfather while also trying to save me. I know for a damn fact that you've been making deals in the Vale and King's Landing, it's how I know you've been making appeals to Jon Arryn to get me removed as the heir to House Stark!" Nathan shouted at the old man, tired of Lord Tully playing the victim.

Hoster Tull reeled back before his face turned hard. "The King's Hand and I believe it's for the best of Westeros if you step down from your position as heir."

Nathan snorted at the older Lord. "You mean best for you, since with me gone Robb, Bran, or another of my cousins will take my place as heir," Nathan said before giving Lord Tully a harsh glare. "As for your Lords, do you know how fucking annoying it is to hear them complain that they have too much food and don't know what to do with it, it's like if the Lannisters complain that they have too much gold. In the North, we constantly fight not only Winter but also hunger, where whole families or villages can starve to death. It's why in the past any Northern Lord worth their salt would do whatever it took to feed their people, because if we were like the Lords here, hundreds could die, maybe even thousands." Nathan said in a hard tone while looking Lord Tully in the eyes. "But you don't care about that, no one in the South cares, and that's fine as it is my duty to care. It's why I've invested so much time and coin into finding foods that can last through winter, for my people. And no one is going to stop me, not you, not the Hand of the King, and not even the King himself."

Nathan suddenly sighed while rubbing his forehead. "I don't want you as an enemy Lord Tully," Nathan said with a surprising amount of scenery, making both Hoster and Ser Brynden blink. "Despite everything my uncle loves Catelyn, I love my aunt, and I love all my cousins as if they were my brothers and sisters," Nathan said as he folded his hands and leaned against the table. "I am willing to make a deal Lord Tully."

This grabbed Lord Tully's attention, making the old man sit up. "What kind of deal?"

"Despite my best efforts, it may be decades before the North is ever close to being self-sufficient, and even then winter is always a problem for the North," Nathan said as he tapped on the wooden table. "There's also the fact that the North can't grow everything in our cold lands, such as most grains, fruits, other such foods, and lemons which Sansa loves with her little cakes," Nathan said with a fond smile before he turned serious. "When I return North I will advise the Lords in the North to purchase most grains and other foods exclusively from the Riverlands. I imagine that the new Port in the North will prove useful for a lot of Lords. Perhaps you should invest in some trading ships for House Tully in Seaguard." Nathan said before he gave a small sigh. "I also plan to sell quite a lot of items in the future, items that will grab the attention of many nobles and merchants. I am willing to sell a portion of said items exclusively to House Tully at a set price."

This made Lord Tully pause and ponder Nathan's words. Hoster had heard of the mines discovered on Stark lands, and his informants in White Harbor had heard rumors of a new Northern creation that the Northern Lords were loving. If Lord Tully got a jump on the new Northern items that were to be sold by House Stark, House Tully could make quite a bit of coin.

"...That is agreeable, for now," Lord Tully said, making Nathan snort.

"I warn you Tully, this is all you're getting from House Stark," Nathan said in a hard down as he stood up. "When you supported Robert to become King, he gave the Riverlands a big tax cut, which you are still reaping the benefits. So stop acting like you got fucked over when you sided with Robert." Nathan said before he glared fearlessly at the old man. "Let's be honest, siding with the Mad King would have been a very bad move. The mad fucker would have had you die for him without gaining a single thing in return, and you would have had to face the North and the Vale on both sides. House Targaryen had all but fallen when my father and grandfather were killed and my aunt was kidnapped. So you and your Lords should stop complaining about what you don't have and focus on what you do."

With that, Nathan walked out of the room while leaving a very angry Lord Tully behind. Once Nathan was gone Hoster grabbed his wine cup and downed half the cup in seconds before slamming it down.

"I fucking hate that brat," Hoster said in a crud tone, dropping his honorifics.

Ser Brynden snorted as he sat down on the chair next to his brother, grabbing the bottle of wine and pouring himself a cup. "I told you the boy wasn't a simple boy,"

On his brother's orders, Brynden had gathered some information on Nathan Stark over the past few days. Normally Brynden would see this as beneath a knight, but the man had wanted to know more about the young warrior who repelled an Ironborn raid at barely 14, so Brynden asked around, and it was both Ned and Benjen Stark who described Nathan the best.

"Nathan Stark has the balls of Brandon Stark, the love of the North like Rickard Stark, and the smarts of Rina Valeryon." Ser Brynden said with a nod. "Well, he certainly wasn't going to play any games with you brother," Brynden said with a snort, making Hoster give his brother a flat look. "I told you you should have given up on such plans involving the White Wolf," Brynden said with a surprising amount of respect for Nathan Stark.

Ser Brynden respected the Heir to the North greatly, as the young man took his duties seriously and fought for his people. Any Knight worth their salt would respect such a person, and if Brynden was being honest, he was getting tired of his brother complaining about Nathan Stark.

"You truly don't understand brother," Hoster said with a sigh as he gave his brother a serious look. "The reason I married my daughter off to House Stark was so that we would both have a beneficial relationship. While the North lacks food, they have an abundance of wood, ores, and animal pelts. We would have given the North food to survive and the Riverlands would have been enriched, not to mention that House Tully would have had the support of House Stark, which brought the power of the North, securing House Tully's position in the Riverlands for generations."

Hoster wasn't a fool, he had been ruling the Riverlands for most of his life, and he knew his Lords. Many nobles in the Riverlands had their alliances and pacts, and though they swore allegiance to House Tully, their allegiance could change in an instant. For instance, the biggest problem for Hoster was Walder Frey, Lord of House Frey. The man has spent his whole life using every trick and underhanded method to raise the power of House Frey, such as Walder Frey siring a small army of children with over half a dozen wives and marrying off said children to any noble or wealthy merchant willing to take them, this is not even including the number of bastards Lord Frey was said to have. While everyone looked down on Lord Frey's actions, Hoster could see the Late Lord Frey expanding his power with each child, marriage, and trick. If Hoster wasn't careful House Frey may rise to a higher power than House Tully.

"Then maybe you should grab that boy of yours and make him take his duties as Heir to the Riverlands seriously," Ser Brynden said with an annoyed look before drinking his wine.

Hoster sighed at the mention of his youngest child and only living son, Edmure Tully.

Edmure, while being the Heir to House Tully, did not take his duties seriously, to say the least. Oh, the young man trained with swords and was charismatic, but Edmure spent more time galivanting across the Riverlands and Westeros or chasing girls' skirts than learning to be a Lord. While Edmure was brave, he was also hotheaded and prone to acting first without thinking.

"Edmure is still young, while he does have flaws I can see potential in him," Hoster said as he remembered his youth and how he traveled across the Riverlands, not too different from Edmure.

"Young my ass, he's a man now and should be doing his duty as Heir," Ser Brynden said with an annoyed look. "Look at the young Stark. Practically half of Edmure's age yet he's done more for the North them most Lords do for their home their whole lives, not to mention he's fighting in this war while you have your son squirled away."

True to Brynden's words, when news of the Ironborn Rebellion reached House Tully, Edmure was fully prepared to attack the Islands himself if he could. However, Hoster had ordered his son to stay at Riverrun and rule to gain some experience. In truth, Edmure was Hoster's only living son and the only one who could rule the Riverlands once Hoster finally passed. Edmure was quite mad at being forced to stay behind, but in the end, he did as Hoster ordered, though he acted like a child the whole time.

If Hoster was honest with himself, he was a little jealous of House Stark, specifically of Nathan Stark. The young boy had a sharp mind and an undying love for his House and lands, he was skilled with a blade and handsome enough to grab any maiden's heart. Nathan Stark was the ideal Heir for whom any House would pay their life to have.

"Ah, let's forget about the politics for now brother," Brynden said with a sigh as he drank his wine. "I have been informed that Stannis Baratheon should be arriving in Seaguard with the Royal Fleet in no less than a week."

"Good, then maybe we can put this whole thing to rest," Hoster said as the two brothers sat in silence, Hoster's mind started to wonder, specifically about Nathan Stark.

Hoster could tell Nathan Stark was not going to stop anytime soon. The young Stark had a strong ambition to raise the North to power, and Hoster could tell nothing was going to stop him. This was both good and bad for Westeros. Good for the North and the Crown, as with the North rising in power, the Crown would gain stronger support. However, this was bad for Westeros as most of the Realms were used to the North being weak, meaning Nathan Stark was going to make many Lords unhappy, specifically in the Riverlands and The Reach.

"Now I feel older than I already am," Hoster snorted as he drank his wine deeply.

Hoster could tell Nathan Stark was going to shake Westeros, and if the Old Lord was honest with himself, after meeting the young man he rather have the Stark on his side rather than go against him.

---

Nathan sighed as he walked down the hallway.

"That went smoother than I feared," Nathan said yet still gave a sigh as he thought about his talk with Lord Tully.

In truth, Nathan wanted House Tully as an ally, as it was the ruling House of the Riverlands and could provide food that the North couldn't grow or needed in harsh times. Not to mention that with Nathan's plan to create a Merchant Guild, he would need the Riverlands to trade by land, as the Riverlands were connected to all Kingdoms in Westeros except Dorne. Thus, the Merchant Guild would need to travel through the Riverlands without problem, and only House Tully could provide such support.

Yet even if Nathan needed Lord Tully's support, the young Stark wasn't willing to bend over for the man's every whim, especially the stunt he tried to pull by getting Nathan removed as Heir of House Stark.

As Nathan walked through the hall he happened to glance out a window to see his uncle Benjen.

"Benjen!" Nathan called to his second uncle, making the man look up before smiling. "Where are you heading?"

"Nathan, I'm just heading into town to meet some of the men," Benjen said while pointing to the town in the distance.

Nathan gained a thoughtful look before he grinned. "Then let me join you," He said, getting a surprised look from Benjen. "I could use an outing! Give me a few moments!"

Before Benjen could say anything Nathan had already left, making Benjen give a small chuckle as he felt he saw a young Brandon just now.

After a few moments, Benjen saw Nathan come up wearing comfortable clothes with light armor and a short sword at his hip.

"Thanks for waiting for me uncle," Nathan said with a grin.

"Well, you gave me little choice," Benjen said with a shrug. "But are you sure you want to come, I'm just talking with some of the men from Moat Calin to see how our forces are doing camping on the outskirts of Seaguard."

"Well I am the future Lord of the North, and I should hear any problems that my people may be suffering with," Nathan said before he grinned. "And I figure we can hit a tavern and catch up. It's been months since we've sat down and talked."

Benjen simply laughed before he started to lead Nathan into Seaguard.

While the two walked together Nathan looked around with slight wonder. Seaguard was the closest thing to a city the Riverlands had, and it was similar yet vastly different when compared to White Harbor or even Winterfell.

"The city seems to be in a buzz," Nathan said as he saw many people moving about in the streets.

"The people are preparing for battle, some are even worried that Seaguard will be attacked again," Benjen said as his face turned serious. "Lord Mallister did his duty and protected his home well. I've seen Ironborn raids that have left entire villages nothing but smoldering piles of ash. They have a right to be afraid, as most know nothing."

"Shame, I was hoping to explore Seaguard without worry," Nathan said as he saw merchants and traders arguing, and some men looked ready to start a fight.

"Perhaps once the war is over," Benjen said before he stopped in front of a brothel given the sign, sighing. "I was told some of the captains were here."

Nathan laughed as he patted his uncle on his back. "Let them live a little uncle, it's not every day a Northern man beds Southern women."

The two entered the brothel and it was quite the sight. The brothel was filled with various Northern men all drinking and cheering while the whores catered to their every need.

"Hello good Sers," A woman in scantily clad clothes said as she walked in front of Nathan and Benjen. The woman seemed to be Benjen's age with long black hair, big tits, and a pretty face. "I'm Nyra, how can I help you at the Lovely Port." She said while giving Benjen a seductive smile while pushing her breasts up.

Benjen seemed to go a bit red as he cleared his throat, making Nathan hold back a laugh. "I... I am here to see the Captains of the Northern forces, I must speak with them." Benjen said while keeping his eyes on the women face.

"Ah, a soldier of the North, and someone in power," Nyra said with a soft hum as she traced a finger across Benjen's chest, making the man give a small gulp. "Your men are having a good time, perhaps you should wait for them and speak to them later-"

"No," Benjen said in a serious voice, making Nyra stagger back at his serious face. "I will speak to them now, not later."

The women looked a little stunned at the blunt remark, so Nathan stepped in.

"My Lady," Nathan said as he gently grabbed her hand, making the woman look at Nathan. "We have an important task, but perhaps you may keep my uncle company at a later time."

This seemed to allow Nyra to come back to her senses and smile at Nathan. "Then I will lead you to the Northern men," She said before leaning forward and showing off her breasts. "Perhaps you will stay as well, I know a few girls who would love to show a young man like you a good time."

Nyra then turned around and started to lead Nathan and Benjen deeper into the Brothel. It wasn't long before they saw a group of Northern men who seemed to be having a good time with some working girls.

One of the men seemed to notice Benjen and went a little pale. "C-Commander Benjen!" The Captain nearly shouted and the other men quickly shot up and stood at attention. "We-we didn't know you would be coming-"

"At ease, I'm not here to scold you," Benjen said in an easy tone yet still had a serious look on his face. "You're grown men, so you can take care of yourself. I just need an update on the conditions of the temporary camps outside Seaguard." Benjen said before he blinked and glanced at Nathan. "Oh, let me introduce my nephew Nathan Stark, heir to the North."

That made all the men and even the girls look at Nathan Stark before they all fell to their knees. "Lord Stark, I cannot express how much of an honor it is to meet you in person. I wish we would have known so we could present ourselves better."

Nathan waved his hand with a smile. "I just came to spend time with my uncle, and as he said you're allowed to have a good time," Nathan said with an easy tone before he gave Benjen a nod. "So about my uncle's question on the state of the temporary camps?"

The head captain quickly stood up. "Right," He said as he looked thoughtful before he spoke up. "So far, everything seems to be going smoothly. Lord Eddard and Lord Arryn gave each army enough land outside of Seaguard to set up their camps without anyone stepping on the other toes." The captain explained as Benjen and Nathan listen to every word. "For the most part, everything is going smoothly, even with the sudden reinforcements Lord Nathan brought from Windhelm. We have told the men they must ask for permission before leaving the camp to prevent Seaguard from overflowing and to make sure they don't blow all their coin or pass out drunk."

"Is there anything the men need, food, weapons?" Nathan suddenly asked, knowing how suddenly the war started the men might not be fully prepared, and food was a must to have an army.

To Nathan's relief, the captain shook his head. "No need my Lord, Lord Eddard already took care of everything. We had food and weapons prepared in advance at Moat Calin, and Lord Eddard was able to gain more food from Lord Tully." He said, making Nathan nod.

Benjen and the captains continued to talk while Nathan listened for the most part, chiming in with a few questions here and there. Once Benjen looked satisfied he gave a firm nod to the captains.

"Alright, continue as you were, just be sure to be ready for anything. The Royal Fleet is said to arrive any day now." Benjen said in a light but firm tone.

"Yes, Commander!" All the captains called out before Nathan and Benjen walked away.

"So... Commander Benjen," Nathan said slowly, making Benjen chuckle. "Has a nice ring to it,"

"Well I have been the one helping Ned with the soldiers at Moat Calin making me above a captain, and I don't like being called Lord Benjen, so we settled on Commander," Benjen explained. "So where should we go, I heard of this good tavern by the docks-"

"Why go somewhere far," Nathan said as he cut Benjen off, dragging his uncle to two comfortable chairs in the corner. "When we can talk right here." Before Benjen could say anything Nathan gently grabbed Nyra's hand. "My Lady, may we have a somewhat private area for me and my uncle to talk and a bottle of your strongest wine," Nathan said while slipping Nyra a few pieces of silver.

Nyra gave a beautiful smile and gracefully took the silver. "Of course my Lords, please follow me."

With that Nyra lead Nathan and a confused Benjen to a secluded spot in the brothel with two large chairs with elegant pillows. Nathan sat down first before dragging his uncle down next to him.

"I will return shortly my Lords," The woman said before winking at Benjen and walking away with a sway in her hips.

"I think she likes you," Nathan said with a cheeky grin as he leaned back in the chair.

"She probably likes the coin in my pocket more," Benjen said with a flat tone.

"If that was the case she would have been looking at me since I was the one who gave her the silver," Nathan said in a cheeky tone before seeing Nyra come back with a large wine bottle and two glass cups.

"Excuse the wait, my Lords," Nyra said as she placed the glasses down and poured Nathan and Benjen a cup before placing the cup down. "Is there anything else you need, perhaps company?" She asked while fluttering her eyes.

"For now, my uncle and I just wish to talk," Nathan said before slipping her a gold coin, making her eyes widen. "But later we would like some company."

The woman gave a dazzling smile before bowing, making sure to show off her large breasts. "I will return later my Lords, with some company." With that, she walked away again while shaking her hips, glancing back at Benjen with a lusty smile.

"...Yeah, she wants you." Nathan snickered while Benjen rolled his eyes and sipped the wine with Nathan. "So, how have you been uncle, before this whole mess with the Ironborn?"

Benjen looked thoughtful before he spoke. "If I'm being honest, not much. I ruled Moat Calin in my brother's name, rebuilding the fort to its former glory and training the soldiers. Right now the Maester, Maester Brant, is looking over Moat Calin and its people, making sure none of the Ironborn use the river for a surprise attack and take the fort hostage."

"So no special women in your life to tie you down?" Nathan asked with a pout. "A shame, I was looking forward to some more cousins."

Benjen snorted while sipping his wine. "No, nephew, I have not found such a woman."

Nathan noticed the solemn look on Benjen's face before he spoke up. "Tell me, uncle, what do you plan to do once my uncle takes Lordship of Moat Calin? Do you wish to continue to be commander of the soldiers of the Moat, or perhaps you wish to be a Lord yourself?"

"...If I'm being honest Nathan, after this war, I am thinking of taking The Black."

*Ouch*Ouch*Ouch*

Nathan, surprised by the sudden declaration, coughed up the wine he was sipping and looked at his uncle with pure shock.

"WHAT?!" Nathan nearly screamed in shock while Benjen still had a solemn look on his face. "Why... why in the fucking hell would you look to take The Black?!" Nathan asked as he struggled to understand his uncle. "You're a Stark, you could have anything if you ask. You could be a Lord of enough land to rival a Southern Lord, the leader of the forces at Moat Clain, or grow forces of your own, marry a beautiful noble Lady, hell, if you wait a few years I have a plan that can give you all four-"

"I don't want that," Benjen said in a clear tone as he looked Nathan in the eyes. "I don't want to be a Lord, or command an army, I just..." Benjen's words died on his lips as he looked away with a pained expression.

The memories of his sister's secret wedding, and how he could have prevented such a thing had he acted not out of love but duty. If Benjen had stopped his sister she would have lived, his father would have lived, Nathan's father would have lived, and Robert's Rebellion may have never happened. Yet because of Benjen's inaction, most of his family died and the North had suffered. Benjen felt the guilt weighing on his soul, and the man felt the only way to lift the guilt was to punish himself, thus taking The Black as a form of self-punishment and helping the North.

"You know, I am the third son, a spare of a spare," Benjen said with a small smile as he looked down at his wine cup. "I never expected to be Lord of the North, or in a position of power. My father loved me, but he never pushed me for more... perhaps that's why I've made so many mistakes. Taking the Black will allow me to help the North-"

"Bullshit," Nathan cut his uncle off while downing his cup of wine. "Nothing you could have done would warrant you to take the Black."

Nathan noticed the pained look on his uncle's face and could tell something in Benjen's past weighed on him.

"I won't ask what weighs on you, but let me ask you this," Nathan said as he looked his uncle in the eyes. "For what weight on you, did you want it to happen?"

"No, gods no," Benjen said in a serious tone, making Nathan smile a little.

"Yet you blame yourself still," Nathan said with a small chuckle. "You and Ned are truly brothers. Putting so much weight on your shoulders when it isn't your responsibility." Nathan said before he gave his uncle a serious look. "I have little family left uncle, everyone in House Stark needs to stick together, and you are a member of House Stark no matter what happens."

Benjen felt touched by Nathan's words, yet he still felt guilt for allowing Lyanna to marry Rhaegar, which led to the death of his father and brother, which then led to Robert's Rebellion. A part of Benjen wanted to tell Nathan everything, to confess that he was the reason Nathan's father went to the Mad King which led to his death. Yet Benjen didn't, as it would leave Nathan with a heavy secret that could shake Westeros.

"I have been and always will be a member of House Stark, but this is something I have to do," Benjen said before smiling. "Don't worry, it's not as if you will never see me again. When I am recruiting or bringing messages, I will visit Winterfell."

Nathan sighed as he leaned back. He could tell his uncle would not budge from this choice, and while Nathan was sad, it was Benjen's choice in the end.

"Then let us make some memories before we finish this fucking war," Nathan said before he threw his hand up. "Nyra, bring three more girls and make sure they are pretty!" Nathan said, getting a shocked look from Benjen. "Come now uncle, we're in a brothel, you must have known this would happen."

Benjen looked at Nathan with wide eyes before sighing. "You truly are Brandon's son," Benjen said before finding a beautiful woman on his arm and another in his lap.

"You say that as if it's a bad thing," Nathan said with a wide grin as he found two girls hanging off his arms. "Life can be too short uncle, so let's live a little."

Before either of them knew it the brothel was in full swing with dancing, drinking, and music. While Benjen was set to join the Night's Watch, Nathan would send his uncle away with a great party.

---

1 Week Later

"King Robert Baratheon, I, Stannis Baratheon, greet the King of Westeros."

Nathan sat at the war council table next to his uncle as Stannis Baratheon entered the war room. Glancing out the window, Nathan saw a glimpse of the Royal fleet, and it looked to have all 200 ships.

As soon as Nathan laid eyes on Lord Stannis, Nathan could understand why people thought Stannis was a stiff man.

Stannis was a tall man, about the same height as King Robert, with wide shoulders and a strong build. He had dark blue eyes and heavy brows that were furrowed, he had a fringe of black hair with a neatly cut beard on his square jaw. You could tell Stannis was a member of House Baratheon, yet when looking between Stannis and Robert, you could not tell the two were brothers.

The second person Nathan noticed was Barristan Selmy, the Commander of the King's Guard. The man was decked out in white armor and held himself with the great dignity that any Knight should strive to achieve.

"Get up Stannis, and tell us about the Ironborn," Robert said swiftly, making Nathan raise a brow.

Ned had told Nathan that the relationship between Robert and Stannis was strained, but just from a glance, Nathan could tell it was a lot worse.

Despite Robert's tone, Stannis stood up before walking to the opponent's end of the table looking over the map.

"After making swift haste from Kings Landing around Westeros, I made contact with Lord Redwyne and the ships in Oldtown before confronting the main Ironborn fleet in the Straits of Fair Isle, where we smashed the Ironborn fleet with our superior numbers and skills while catching them off guard," Stannis said while pointing to the map on the table. "We managed to capture a few Ironborn, including Aeron Greyjoy, the youngest brother to Balon Greyjoy, who is held captive at Casterly Rock."

This brought much talk among the nobles, thinking the capture of a Greyjoy was a major victory. Nathan thought differently, however, as the Ironborn rarely cared about hostages unless they were heirs, so Aeron was all but useless for the moment.

"I left the Reach Fleet at Lannisport as the Westerlands do not have a fleet at the moment, they wait for your orders, my King," Stannis said before he sat down.

"Thank you, Lord Stannis, for going above and beyond in your duty," Jon Arryn said with gratitude while Robert simply nodded.

"Now, it's time we discuss how to end the Ironborn Rebellion," Robert said as he looked at the map. "We will be using our superior numbers and resources to attack each of the Iron Islands at the same time. This will split the power of the Ironborn as they have lost many soldiers thanks to Lord Nathan and my brother. The question is who will attack who?"

"My King, I am a Knight of House Tyrell," A Knight said as he stepped forward. "My Lord has expressed a great desire to lead the campaign against Pyke, to show our loyalty to the crown."

Before King Robert could speak, another noble stepped forward. "My King, I am a member of House Farman and the Ironborn have destroyed all of our ships before attacking Lannisport. My House demands blood for what has happened!"

One by one, nearly everyone in the war room was making various demands, pleads, or bargaining to have their House lead a campaign against one of the various Islands as it would bring much prestige and glory to the House.

Nathan and Ned said nothing along with the other Lords of the North. While the North loved to fight and gain glory, they didn't truly care who led as long as they were competent and one of their own. Nathan also noticed the Stormlords and the Vale Lords also kept their composure, though some of the younger ones looked like they wanted to lead a campaign of their own, not that Nathan blamed them.

King Robert seemed to have enough and slammed his hand on the table. "Enough! I don't want to hear any bitching or wining on who wants revenge or glory, or whatever! I will decide who attacks which Island, that is the end of this."

That seemed to calm everyone down as Lord Arryn stood up and pointed to the map. "At the moment, I believe the strongest Islands are Great Wyk and Old Wyk, as they hold the second largest populations and strongest ships in the Iron Islands. I believe in securing a swift victory we must secure these two islands. I suggest Lord Stannis and Ser Selmy lead the campaign against the two islands."

Nathan nodded in understanding as everything Jon Arryn said was true and given Stannis' talent for warfare and Ser Selmy's experience, it was a reasonable suggestion.

King Robert was silent for a moment before he nodded his head. "Alright, Stannis will take the Stormland forces along with the forces of the Vale to Great Wyk while Ser Selmy leads the campaign against Old Wyk." He said, getting nods and cheers. "Now this leaves Orkmont, Harlaw, Saltcliffe, and Blacktyde. We will save Pyke for last as all the Iron Lords will flee with their forces to Pyke, thinking their Squid King can protect them." Robert said with a vicious grin before looking up from the map. "Now the question is who will attack who?"

Before anyone could speak Nathan quickly stood up.

"My King, I would request the North be in charge of attacking Harlaw," Nathan said in a confident tone, while Ned looked a little surprised.

Some of the nobles in the room started to protest, but Robert quickly raised his hand and looked at Nathan with a grin. "Any reason why Lord Nathan?"

Nathan nodded and handed a paper to his uncle, who passed it down to Lord Arryn. "During the Battle of Winterfell, we have managed to capture many Ironborn Nobles as hostages, including the two sons of Lord Rodrik Harlaw."

That made many nobles talk as House Harlaw ruled the Island Harlaw, the largest island among the Iron Islands, and to have the Lord's two sons was a huge advantage.

"You plan to use the two sons as hostages as leverage to make House Harlaw surrender?" Jon Arryn with a thoughtful look.

"Over the past few months, I have been gathering as much information on the Ironborn as I could, and I found some interesting information regarding Lord Harlaw," Nathan said smoothly as he took a sip of his wine. "For one thing, he's one of the few Ironborn Lords who regularly trades with Westeros and Essos, and encourages both mining and farming, something that both Ironborn look down on. The man also has a great love of reading to the point of being called The Reader as an insult by his fellow bannermen," Nathan said before his grin turned sharp. "Why would a man who is insulted by his bannerman and 'king' sacrifice his children and heirs to a losing battle? The answer is he wouldn't. The Ironborn may not fear death, but they won't foolishly sacrifice their bloodline, especially in a losing battle."

Nathan Stark had a plan the moment he heard that the Ironborn were rebelling against Westeros, and if King Robert agreed the North would come on top with the most while losing the least. The island of Harlaw was the most populated island of the Iron Islands, with just as large forces but more trading ships. Nathan planned to secure Harlaw to weaken the Ironborn forces and lessen the coming hatred the Iron Islands would have for the North while gaining glory in the South.

Nathan had killed Lord Drumm and taken Red Rain as a prize, this would make House Drumm hate the North for a long while, with other Iron Lords following. Nathan didn't want that as the Ironborn would constantly attack the Western Fleet in so-called raids, chipping away at the Western Fleet until they destroyed what the North had built. So Nathan planned to secure Harlaw without losing any Northern lives by using Lord Harlaw's two sons as hostages. While the other Nobles of the South killed and raided the Iron Islands, Nathan would peacefully secure Harlaw.

The Ironborn would see it as weak and look down on the North, deluding themselves into thinking the North won against Lord Drumm by pure luck, while hating the rest of Westeros for killing their people on their lands which hasn't been done in almost 300 years. With this plan, the Ironborn would direct their hatred to most of Westeros while the North could continue to build their Western Fleet until they could match the might of the Iron Islands by sea. The South however would look at Nathan with respect, as the North would secure the most populated island of the Iron Islands with only the Northern forces, further cementing his rule over the North and gaining a name for himself in the South.

Was it sly and underhanded, perhaps to an extent, but Nathan was the heir of the North and he would give his people the best possible option for victory.

"And do you plan to lead the campaign against Harlaw?" Jon Arryn said while raising a brow.

"I feel this would be a good chance to test my skills in warfare and diplomacy," Nathan said smoothly while looking at Jon Arryn. "If I succeed Harlaw will be secure, unable to send reinforcements to Pyke. If I have judged Lord Harlaw wrong, I imagine the North is more than enough to handle one Island with our 25,000, hell, 10,000 should be more than enough." Nathan said with complete confidence, making Robert grin as the Northern nobles voiced their agreement. "Either way, the North is more than enough to secure Harlaw."

The nobles in the room began to chatter, some voicing their disagreement with Nathan leading the campaign against Harlaw, some saying he was too young or inexperienced, while others just said the North had gained enough glory. Some agreed with Nathan's words as they were sound, but they were drowned out by those who were against him.

"While Nathan Stark is talented he is inexperienced, as this is his first war," A noble said in an arrogant tone as he stood up with a wide smile. "My King, please allow House Frey to assist in leading the North in their campaign, I have fought during the last rebellion, and thus have more experience."

This brought much outrage from the Northern Lords and most even threw some curses while other Lords of the South looked at the Frey with disgust at the underhanded tactic, even Ned couldn't hide the glare on his face. Yet despite the arrogant words of the noble of House Frey, some Southern Lords voiced their agreement, no doubt wanting someone to curve Nathan's growing fame in the war out of spite.

Robert looked at the Frey with disgust and was about to start shouting until he was cut off by Nathan laughing.

Nathan gave a mocking laugh, making the member of House Frey go red with anger and embarrassment. After a few moments, Nathan whipped a tear and gave the members of House Frey an amused look.

"You have experience? I seem to recall House Frey being quite late to a battle to the point it was long since finished, from that point on House Frey only guarded supply lines as they could not be trusted to show up to the next battle on time," Nathan said with a snort, making all the members of House Frey look at Nathan with anger and embarrassment as the room was filled with laughter. "And does House Frey know the first thing about how Northerners fight in wars? I doubt it. I and my Lords are the only ones who know how we fight, and no one will lead a Northener other than a Northener."

This brought cheers of agreement from the Northern nobles and Ned gave a cut nod, showing his support.

"As for my inexperience, I believe I have shown more than enough of my current Skill with the Battle of Windhelm, not to mention all the preparation I had done when I believed the North would be the only ones fighting the Iron Islands," Nathan said before his face turned fierce and he gave the Frey a glare that made many flinch at the sudden change. "Yet even if I wasn't worthy, do you think I would trust my people's lives to someone not from the North who I do not trust? The only ones I trust with the lives of the North, not from the North are King Robert, Stannis Baratheon, and Ser Barristan Selmy as they have all proven themselves. Other than those three, the only Lords I trust with the forces of the North are the Lords of the North themselves."

Before anyone could say anything, Nathan stood up and looked to the Nobles of the North.

"I don't need to ask anyone to lead my people, but the people themselves. So I ask the Lords of the North, will you allow me to lead you into battle? Speak your mind, for you will be putting your lives in my hands." Nathan said while looking his Lords in the eyes.

There was no hesitation as all the Lords and Nobles of the North stepped forward.

"We would follow you to the end of the world and back, Lord Stark," Lord Umber said with complete confidence.

"I've seen your skill firsthand in the Battle of Windhelm, and I have complete confidence we can take a single Island from the Ironborn," Lord Glover said with the same confidence.

One by one every Lord and Noble agreed to follow Nathan to Harlaw, with Nathan leading them. Nathan then looked to the Southern Lords with a confident grin before looking to King Robert, who had a wide smile on his face.

"I think that should be enough for me to lead my army," Nathan said before he sat back down. "So I ask again, King Robert, please allow the North to take Harlaw."

"Granted, the North will be charged with securing Harlaw," Robert said with no hesitation, getting some cheers from the Northerns while the Southern Lords grumbled. "Though it is a shame, I had wished to fight with Ned like in the old days," Robert said with a down tone.

"I don't see why my uncle can't go with you," Nathan said, getting a surprised look from Ned and Robert. "With the forces the North have, we have more than enough to secure Harlaw, a few thousand won't make much of a difference," Nathan said as he grinned at his uncle. "Uncle, why don't you take 5000 souls and a few Lords and combine them with the Storm forces, give you a chance to show the South why you were one of the reasons Robert Baratheon became king."

These words left many in the room shocked, thinking Nathan was undermining King Robert, however, the King himself laughed and wrapped his arm around Ned's shoulder.

"That sounds like a damn good plan Ned, you and me fighting battles, just like the old days!" Robert shouted with a grin, something that made Ned also grin.

Ned looked between Robert and Nathan, and seeing Nathan's nod made Ned sigh before he smiled at his King.

"Just like the old days Robert," Ned said as he threw his arm over Robert's shoulder, while Robert gave a booming laugh.

"Then let's attack Blacktyde together, it should be a good warmup before taking Pyke!" Robert said with a cheer, making the other Stormlords and Northern Lords also cheer.

Jon Arryn suddenly cleared his throat, grabbing everyone's attention. "With our current plans, that only leaves Saltcliffe and Orkmont as the only Islands left."

"Seeing as the Reach Fleet is at Lannisport, I think it would be best to leave the remaining Islands to them, as the fleet will have a clear shot for Saltcliffe before reaching Orkmont," Nathan suggested, getting surprised looks from the Southern Lords. "I also believe the Riverland forces should help with Great Wyk and Old Wyk as they are the most important Islands and need all the support they can get, as one wrong mistake can lead to more trouble than they are worth," Nathan said before being brought up his hands. "Also, all the forces will need a steady supply of food and weapons, and seeing as the Reach has the largest fleet, they will be needed to keep our forces well-armed and fed."

This brought a surprised look from Hoster as Nathan looked the man in the eyes and gave a subtle nod. Nathan knew Lord Tully wanted the Riverlands to gain glory, but without ships, they would have to rely on others. While under Stannis and Ser Selmy, they would gain glory and connections, while being under competent leaders. It was the best outcome for the Riverlands to gain anything in this war.

"If Lord Stannis is willing to take the Riverland forces, we are willing to follow," Hoster said with a nod.

"I will not say no to more forces as long as they can listen to orders," Stannis said while keeping his arms crossed.

"I can agree to this plan, what say you, Jon?" Robert asked while looking at his hand.

Jon Arryn had a thoughtful look before he nodded. "Everything Nathan Stark said is sound, I see no problem with them."

"Then send a Raven to the Lannisters and explain everything," Robert said with a wave of his hand. "We prepare for war now!"

The rest of the talks consisted of who would go with who, with Nathan only half listening. Ned could take Lord Reed, Bolton, Tallhart, Locke, and the forces of Moat Calin, giving Ned about 5000 men, more than enough to take Blacktyde. Nathan didn't pay much attention to the other Lords arguing as he tried to think of possible plans and strategies that may help take Harlaw. In truth, Nathan was counting on Lord Harlaw to surrender when Nathan revealed the North had his two sons.

When the sun started to set, King Robert rose along with the other Lords at the war table.

"We have mostly everything down, the rest will be up to the campaign leaders," Robert said as he looked at everyone. "They shall all leave a week from now to attack the Iron Islands at the same time. Everyone, prepare your men and show the Ironborns why they shouldn't underestimate Westeros or the Iron Throne!"

Everyone cheered and praised Robert before everyone started to exit. Nathan himself stayed behind to talk with his uncle.

"I'm impressed Nathan, you handled yourself well," Ned said with a smile.

Nathan gave a playful bow, making Ned roll his eyes. "I have been talking in great length with Maester Luwin, sharpening my skills with words for just the occasion, the last thing we need is the Frey's trying to command the North," Nathan said with a look of disgust and spat on the floor.

Ned gave a deep frown and shook his head. "If was a petty attempt by House Frey to gain some glory and connections. Robert wouldn't have allowed such a thing."

"But there were several Lords who would be more than happy to see House Frey command the North, mostly likely wanting them to kill us with their incompetence," Nathan said, making Ned press his lips together before Nathan sighed. "Let's move on and tell me who you are considering taking with you and King Robert."

Ned looked thoughtful as he tapped his fingers against the wooden table. "I am considering Lord Mormont and his forces, he has a big help in organizing the soldiers," Ned said before a serious look crossed his face. "I will be also taking Lord Bolton... I do not trust him with you."

Nathan nodded with understanding given the long and bloody rivalry between House Bolton and House Stark. Given Lord Bolton's cold and ruthless personality, Nathan wouldn't put it past the Lord to create an 'accident', resulting in Nathan's injury or death.

"Still, thanks to our strong backing, Lord Bolton shouldn't be foolish enough to try something like that." Nathan thought with a dismissive wave. Thanks to the bounds with King Robert, the Riverlands, the Vale thanks to Jon Arryn, and everyone gaining so much thanks to Nathan, for Lord Bolton to kill Nathan and cause a rebellion would be suicide. The only alliance Lord Bolton has at the moment is with House Ryswell, yet House Ryswell won't rebel with House Bolton so weak when compared to House Stark.

"Also, I wasn't going to say anything, but now I believe I must," Ned said as he looked Nathan in the eyes. "Are you sure it is wise to be so close to Domeric Bolton?" Ned asked, making Nathan's eyes widen. "I have noticed you and Smalljon together with the Heir to House Bolton. I wasn't going to say anything... but I feel I must."

Nathan let out a breath and looked down a bit. "When I first met Lord Bolton... something in my gut told me the man wouldn't hesitate to see me dead if he could gain the North," Nathan said with a hard face before it softened a bit. "But with Domeric... he felt lonely," Nathan said before he gave a small laugh. "You know, he told me he was going to see his bastard brother he heard. Many nobles would hate a bastard brother for fear they would steal their position, or at the very least avoid them, yet Domeric wanted to meet his brother more than anything." Nathan said before he gave his uncle a grin. "Domeric may hold the Bolton name, but he is much more a Ryswell, and a friend."

Ned kept his stoic face for a long moment before he gave a soft smile. "Very well, I will trust you."

Before the two could continue talking there was a knock on the door.

"Enter,"

A moment later, a knight entered the room, who looked to be from the Vale.

"Lord Nathan Stark, Lord Eddard Stark, greeting," The knight said with a quick bow before he stood straight. "The Hand of the King wishes to speak with Lord Nathan... in private."

Ned looked surprised at the sudden request, while Nathan raised a brow.

"Huh, I thought Jon Arryn would call for me far sooner, not last second." Nathan thought with some amusement as he stood up. "Very well, please lead me to Lord Arryn."

"I will come with you-" Ned started to say before Nathan raised his hand.

"No need uncle, I will just clear a few things up," Nathan said with a kind smile while Ned still looked slightly concerned. "I can handle myself, uncle."

Ned was silent before he let out a sigh and sat back down. He then gave Nathan a nod while the young Stark smiled and followed the Knight out of the room.

---

"Lord Hand, it has been too long," Nathan said with a respectful bow.

Jon Arryn currently wore modest Noble clothes, standing next to a small table. The room was elegant, with a large balcony facing the sea, and a constant breeze entering the room.

"Thank you for meeting me, Lord Nathan, I am sorry I wasn't able to meet you sooner," Jon Arryn said with a kind smile. "Please have a seat."

Without a word, Nathan sat down and took a deep breath, smelling the sea.

Jon Arryn sat down next to Nathan and looked out the window, a soft smile on his face.

"This view is not too different from the Red Keep, though the smell is much more pleasant." Lord Arryn said with a small laugh.

"White Harbor is better, the cold makes the smell of the sea more alive," Nathan commented before he leaned back in his chair. "Tell me, Lord Hand, why have you summoned me? It must be for something important and not talking like a couple of old men." Nathan said with a serious look on his face.

Despite Nathan's tone, Jon Arryn gave a smile. "Well, I am an old man, but let us move on," He said before his face became more serious. "I feel we should clear the air before you embark. I feel the hostility you have for me."

"It's not hostility, it's an annoyance I feel," Nathan said with a scoff as he fully faced Jon Arryn. "I do not agree with some of the things you have done recently Lord Arryn. Such as trying to set up a betrothal between me and House Greyjoy."

Jon Arryn gave a small sigh. "I understand your dislike of a marriage, but it is better to have a marriage rather than a war."

"I agree," Nathan said with complete conviction, making Jon Arryn blink. "If a war could be prevented I would marry anyone be it a Greyjoy, Frey, or even a peasant girl," Nathan said before his face became hard. "But the Ironborn are different, nothing is above them, torture, rape, underhanded tricks. The Ironborn haven't just done all of these, they worship the act as if it's the greatest form of honor. Hell, the Ironborn are not so above Kin-Slaying, as their history is littered with brothers, uncles, and nephews killing each other to become head of their House." Nathan said as he looked at Jon Arryn with anger. "If I were to marry a Greyjoy, what's to stop her from killing me... unless that is what you wanted it."

Now Jon Arryn looked shocked before an angry look crossed his face. "Lord Stark, I am shocked that you think I would wish such a thing. You are Ned's nephew, his son in all but blood, I would never want you to come to harm!"

From the tone in Jon's voice and the look on his face, Nathan could tell the Lord's Hand meant every word.

"Perhaps, but that hasn't stopped talks about removing me as heir of the North," Nathan said with the same hard tone.

Jon Arryn sighed at this and rubbed his forehead. "There have been requests from various Lords that have voiced their concerns over the North-"

"They can bitch and whine all they want, but they will not mess with the politics of the North," Nathan said with a glare.

"I know, but as a leader, the King and I must listen to the blight of our subjects," Jon said before giving Nathan a tired smile. "You are truly amazing Nathan, and you will be an amazing Lord, but you are moving too fast and it's causing ripples all over Westeros. Lords in the South see you as a threat, afraid that once the North becomes self-sufficient it will cut into their wealth, and some will not be able to adjust."

Nathan was quiet for a moment, and as much as he hated to admit he understood Jon Arryn a bit. Jon Arryn was a leader of Westeros and couldn't dismiss the nobles of Westeros, not without causing some backlash. Nathan knew his actions would strain a good number of Lords in the South as the North bought less and less food, but they would survive.

"Everything I do, I do for my home, Lord Hand," Nathan said in a soft tone. "The North may survive Winter like no other, but we still suffer greatly, and the South bleeds the North dry with no remorse. Southern Lords would demand ridiculous amounts of gold, silver, ores, lumber, or anything else we could muster and the North would be forced to give in, for we needed to live. If we didn't the South would give the food to someone else just for gold, and many would die because of this." Nathan said as he looked Jon Arryn in the eyes. "I don't want that anyone, I don't want my people to starve or freeze when Winter comes, I want us to thrive."

Nathan then gave Jon Arryn a smirk before he stood up. "I'm not going to stop Jon Arryn, I'll do everything I can to make the North stronger, strong enough to laugh when Winter comes." Suddenly, Nathan snapped his fingers and gave the King's Hand an annoyed look. "Oh, and forget the whole me marrying Asha Greyjoy, the last thing I need is to put my child in her and find a dagger in my balls and neck."

With that Nathan walked out, leaving a stunned Jon Arryn.

The Lord of the Vale sat still for several moments before he let out a small chuckle. Yet despite the laugh, Jon Arryn looked more tired.

The old Lord of the Vale could tell nothing was going to stop Nathan, no matter what anyone said. Robert and Ned were the only ones who could calm Nathan's drive, and given the King's love for House Stark and the North, and that Ned fully supported Nathan's ideas, that was impossible.

Jon sighed as he looked up at the sky, seeing seagulls flying South. When Jon was simply Lord of the Vale, everything was perfect, he only had to worry about the Vale and his people, to make sure they were happy and safe. But ever since he became the King's Hand, had to keep everyone in Westeros safe, which was impossible.

10 years ago, Jon Arryn would be congratulating the North and working to help them become stronger if it would benefit the Vale, however, 10 years later, as Hand of the King, Jon Arryn needed to help the most people, not just those he was close with.

Sighing Jon closed his eyes and focused on nothing but the wind, not worrying about the fate of Westeros, if only for a moment.

---

"My Lords, thank you for coming," Nathan said as he sat at a large table, all the Lords of the North in the room except for Lord Mormont, Bolton, and Cerwyn who were with Nathan's uncle. "For now, we plan our attack on Harlaw."

After leaving the company of Jon Arryn, Nathan sent word to his Lords and nobles to meet with him to discuss strategy. The sun had just set, forcing the Lords to fill the room with torches and candles.

"First, I like to thank Lord Flint of the Fingers for acquiring such a detailed map of Harlaw," Nathan said while looking at the map of Harlaw that was on the table.

The map had a surprising amount of detail, which was shocking given that maps of the Iron Islands were rare, and from what Lord Flint said, he had three maps, one of Great Wyk and another of Pyke, which he sold to King Robert for a fair amount of gold.

"It took some work from a merchant friend, but it is well worth it." Lord Flint said with a modest bow.

"Still, with this and what we know, we can make a solid plan," Nathan said as he started to point to the map. "There are about five keeps on the island, with Lord Rodrik Harlaw being seated in the Ten Towers," Nathan said while pointing to the map. "There is also Harridan Hill, the Tower of Glimmering, Grey Garden, and Harlaw Hall," Nathan said before pointing to other parts of the map. "These are the largest and most fortified keeps, with Houses Kennings, Myres, Stontrees, Volmarks, and Volmark each having their own, smaller Keeps."

"How many soldiers do you suspect to be at Harlaw?" Lord Ryswell asked while glaring at the map, having recognized a few of these names who attacked his lards to raid for wood.

Nathan rubbed his chin with a thoughtful look. "Hard to say, Harlaw is said to have the largest population out of all the islands, so they should have a great many forces. But thanks to the Battle of Windhelm and The Royal Fleet sacking the Iron Fleet, They must have no more than a few thousand, I am suspecting somewhere around 5000 at the very most and 2000 at the least. While Harlaw could start arming their Smallfolk, we all know it won't amount to much in the long run."

This made many Lords cheer slightly as the North was bringing around 20,000 souls to Harlaw, giving the North a much greater advantage.

"The numbers won't be the problem," Ser Wyllis said while putting his hands on the table. "It'll be the keeps, they'll rain arrows and hide behind their walls while we tire ourselves out, and we don't have the luxury of waiting them out, not if we don't want to look like a fool in front of King Robert. The longer we drag this out, the longer we waste time, food, resources, and lives."

Nathan sighed as he saw that Ser Wyllis was right. A long siege would waste time and resources, not to mention it would make the North look weak in front of the South. While Nathan didn't care what they said, it would make them arrogant in the long run, interfering with Nathan's plans for the future.

"I remember Benjen mentioning my uncle had brought Siege weapons with them."

"Yes Lord Stark, your uncle acquired several Siege weapons over the last few months from House Manderly and House Tully." Lord Umber said while crossing his arms. "From what I last counted, the Northern forces have 10 Scorpions, 10 catapults, and 3 trebuchets. We also have several battering rams for any pesky wooden gates."

Nathan gained a thoughtful look and nodded his head slowly. While the number of mobile siege weapons was limited, it would have to do.

"We don't have enough siege weapons to split our forces into no more than two groups, at the very most three if necessary," Nathan said as he looked at the map. "I believe we should first attack the Ten Towers and force Lord Harlaw to surrender, this may prompt the other Lords to surrender as well."

"But my Lord, didn't you state that Lord Harlaw is looked down upon by his fellow bannermen?" Lord Blackpearl said, making the other nobles nod in agreement.

"Yes, but even then they are nobles and most are bound to follow, especially with a losing war," Nathan said while keeping his eyes on the map. "Once word reaches Harlaw of Lord Stannis sacking the Iron Fleet, and King Robert gathering his forces, morale will begin to drop," Nathan said as he looked up with a hard look on his face. "Also, while others may look down on Lord Harlaw for his love of books, he has ruled his lands well, so his fellow bannermen are more inclined to follow his rule."

While Lord Harlaw may be different from all other Ironborn Lords, from what Nathan had heard Harlaw was the wealthiest Island of the Iron Islands, all thanks to Lord Harlaw. While other Iron Lords may look down on Lord Harlaw and his methods, those under his rule would see his results. Thus, if Lord Harlaw surrenders the other Lords of Harlaw may also surrender, especially if word spreads of the other Islands being attacked at the same time.

"I expect a few stubborn Lords to fight and try to dwindle our numbers before surrendering, but a majority will surrender to save their forces after losing too much, not to mention to follow Lord Harlaw and tell the other Iron Lords they were forced to surrender by Lord Harlaw's orders," Nathan said with a snort as he rubbed his eyes. "The Ironborn are stubborn, it's one of their greatest strength right before ships. Some will fight to the bitter end and only surrender once they know there is no hope..." Nathan said as he looked down with a small grin on his face. "It's honestly admiral, not too different from how the North fights. If the Iron Islands didn't have a fucked up culture that worships raiding and rape, I may respect them."

"So all we have to do is prepare to fight and beat the shit out of anyone that stands in our way," Smalljon said with a wide grin.

Rolling his eyes playfully, Nathan let out a snort. "As usual Smalljon, your mastery of words makes me think you should have become a mummer."

Laughter filled the room as Smalljon flipped Nathan off, to which the young Stark returned the gesture in kind. Once the laughter died down, Nathan spoke up once more.

"We have our current plan. We will use our overwhelming forces and force Lord Harlaw to surrender," Nathan said in a confident tone as he looked to the other lords in the room. "Once we hold the Ten Towers and send Lord Harlaw's surrender, we will force any resistance down."

"Simple but effective," Lord Glover said with a strong nod. "The Ironborn aren't known for their complex strategies; I believe this is enough."

Nathan gave a slow nod as he looked at the map. "We don't expect a long battle, so securing supply lines may not be needed... still, perhaps we should enforce a few supply lines just in case,"

"It would be a waste of time my Lord," Lord Ryswell said, making the room go quiet as Nathan looked to the older Lord with a calm look, and to Lord Ryswell's credit, the man did not back down. "If it was just the North and the Iron Islands in this war, supply lines would be needed, but with the Crown also involved and focusing on the other Islands, to secure supplies would only waste time, men, and resources." Lord Ryswell said in a firm tone as he looked Nathan in the eyes. "You said in yourself this war would be short. If at most we should secure more provisions and should we need any more we can take from the keeps we concur."

"...Your words ring true, Lord Ryswell," Nathan said, allowing a few nobles to take a breath of air. "The War will be short, and while being cautious is useful, to be overly cautious would be pointless," Nathan said with a nod as looked at the map. "We will prepare provisions and weapons. Once we take the Ten Towers and word spreads of Lord Harlaws surrender or defeat, we will see who is willing to surrender and who we will have to crush." Nathan said, getting some cheers from the nobles. "Lord Harlaw may also have some maps of the Iron Islands that may prove useful, given his title of the Reader."

Nathan then stood straight and looked around the room. "We leave in a week, prepare your men and be ready to board the ships," Nathan said as he looked to the right. "Lord Umber and Glover, I leave securing the men onto the ships to you," Nathan said, getting nods from the two Lord. "Ser Wyllis and Lord Ryswell, you will secure the supplies and provisions needed. I will also give you funds to secure more if needed." He said, getting a nod from the two. "Lord Blackpearl and Ulfric Waterman, I will need to speak to you too tomorrow to prepare the Northern Fleet, bring all who you think will be needed."

Nathan then took a breath and gave a hard look. "Everyone is dismissed, should you need anything, come find me,"

With that, the nobles of the North stood up and started to make their way out while Nathan stayed behind. Blinking, Nathan noticed Smalljon had stayed behind, giving Nathan a slightly concerned look.

"So, how are you feeling?" The large man asked with a surprisingly soft voice, making Nathan raise a brow.

"Stressed, but that's nothing new. Why do you ask?" Nathan asked as Smalljon sat next to Nathan and grabbed a bottle of wine from the table, pouring himself and Nathan a cup of wine.

"Well, you are the youngest one here yet you are leading men three times your age if not older," Smalljon said as he gulped wine before looking at Nathan. "Just seeing if you are alright."

Nathan smiled at his friend as he sipped his wine. "I'm stressed as fuck right now," Nathan admitted with a snort as Smalljon looked to him, but said nothing. "I worry that one wrong move may needlessly kill dozens if not hundreds of my people. I can feel all the eyes of Westeros on me, all with high expectations or hope for my failure." Nathan then gave a frustrated groan as he downed half the cup in one gulp. "Then there are the Southern Lords trying to get in both my and the North's way because they have nothing better going on in their fucking lives!" Nathan said with a growl, making Smalljon raise a brow. "Honestly, the sooner this war ends, the better. Because then no one will question if I am worthy of ruling the North."

"Hmm, seems like a lot," Smalljon said with a shrug, making Nathan give a small laugh. "Still, from how I see things, you're doing a damn good job," Smalljon said in a serious tone, making Nathan look at him. "If you decided to stay in Winterfell, who knows how the Battle of Windhelm would have turned out, fuck, I may not be here if you hadn't decided to go yourself," Smalljon said before he snorted. "And the way you deal with those Southern nobles, I nearly laughed my ass off when you put those fuckers in their place. If it were me, I would have bashed their heads in through a stone wall."

"Oh, I wanted to do the same, but I know my uncle and Jon would have been on my ass if I did so," Nathan said as the two shared a laugh.

Once the laughter died down, there was a somber air between the two.

"Nathan," Smalljon said, making the young Stark look at his friend. "I may not be the smartest noble in the North, but let me give you some advice." Seeing Nathan give a subtle nod, Smalljon continued. "Be ready for your men to die."

Hearing this made Nathan press his lips, yet Smalljon continued.

"I know you care deeply for your people, but you can't care too much," Smalljon said in a serious tone. "Everyone here is ready to die for their home, myself included, and it's okay to be cautious but not to the point it puts everyone in danger," Smalljon said as he looked down at his cup of wine. "I've led men before, lost friends under my watch. I live with this, but know they died for their home."

Smalljon let out a sigh as he ran his hand through his red hair. "The reason I'm telling you this is to be ready, maybe I'm just spouting nonsense, but I said my peace."

Nathan thought deeply about Smalljon's words and lowered his head. Through all of Nathan's teachings from his uncle and Measter Lewin, the two taught Nathan that sacrifice was sometimes needed to obtain victory. Nathan understood this deeply, yet the thought of his people dying because Nathan wasn't enough made the young Stark feel nothing but dread.

"I don't think I can ever stop caring deeply," Nathan said with a small smile. "If I fail I will hold it with me, and hope I learn from my mistakes."

Smalljon gave a small sigh as he stood up and placed a hand on Nathan's shoulder. "If I can give one last piece of advice... will you stop acting like a Southern cunt and fuck that Vale girl already," Smalljon said in a blunt tone, making Nathan look at Smalljon with a shocked look. "I mean seriously, you both want to fuck, so get over with it already."

Nathan was somewhat used to Smalljon's blunt responses, but this was very blunt, even for Smalljon.

"Smalljon, I can't just-"

"Don't use that excuse of nobles looking down on you for taking a lover. Practically every noble here is fucking someone, myself included," Smalljon said with a prideful smile. "You never know what may happen tomorrow, better to regret doing something then regret not doing something." The large man said before he started to walk away. "Take care and rest, Nathan."

Once Smalljon was gone, Nathan was left to his thoughts, pondering his friend's words.

Nathan still felt the fear of failure in his heart, but it was less as he knew his people were behind him. Nathan would fight tooth and nail to protect as many Northern lives as possible, as Nathan knew in the coming years and for the North's future, every person was needed.

Giving a small breath, Nathan stood up and slowly walked out of the room and made his way back to his chambers.

---

Entering his chambers, Nathan was greeted with the lovely sight of Mya in her small clothes.

"Welcome back, Nathan," Mya said with a lovely smile that put Nathan at ease.

Without a word Nathan walked up to Mya and hugged her, catching the young woman off guard slightly, yet still hugged Nathan back.

"Sorry, it's been a long day," Nathan said, making Mya smile in sympathy.

"I've heard some things, it seems we're heading for Harlaw, one of the biggest Islands among the Ironborn," Mya said as Nathan sighed while sitting down.

"Yes, however, the North has the two sons of Lord Harlaw as hostages in the North. And there is politics at play that may prove useful to use," Nathan said with a confident smile. "There will be a lot of work in the coming days before we set sail, so we may not see each other until then."

Mya nodded before giving a small sigh. "I guess there is no choice."

Mya took a few steps away from Nathan, making the young Stark raise a brow. Then without a word, Mya started to shed her clothes, making Nathan's eyes widen in shock.

Each piece of clothing came off slowly before falling to the floor. It wasn't long before Mya stood naked in front of Nathan, who gulped loudly at her bare body.

Mya's hips were wide, birth-giving hips Smalljon would say, and she had great tits the size of an apple. Nathan's eyes then glanced down and saw a patch of black hair between Mya's legs, only to be quickly covered by a hand, along with her breasts.

Nathan's eyes went back to Mya's face, only to see the young woman blushing red as she stood naked before Nathan.

"I contacted some servants not long before you got here, and they prepared a hot bath," Mya said in a surprisingly smooth tone, yet she could bearly look Nathan in the eyes. She then turned around and started to walk to a tub filled with steaming water, giving Nathan a perfect view of Mya's ass. "You once said you wanted to see my bare body soaked in water... now's your chance," Mya said as she looked over Nathan's shoulder and gave the young Lord a challenging smile.

That seemed to snap Nathan out of his shock as he gave Mya a wide grin. Without a word, he throws off all of his clothes, bearly giving Mya a moment to take in Nathan's nude body before the young Stark throws her over his shoulder, making Mya give a small shreak.

"N-Nathan! Put me down!" Mya nearly shouted as she tried to control her voice. Mya's eyes landed on Nathan's muscular back as she felt his strong arms hold her waist with little effort, making her gulp loudly as she quite liked what she saw and felt.

"Alright, if you insist," Nathan said as he stepped into the wooden tub before gently placing her down into the warm water.

After some moving the two let out a sigh of relief as they took in the feeling of the warm water, with Nathan's back against the edge and Mya sitting between his legs, the young woman pressing her back against his chest.

"Thank you for doing this, Mya," Nathan said as he took a hand full of water and splashed it against his face before wetting his hair. "I needed this."

"Well, to tell the truth, if you didn't show up I would have used the hot water for myself," Mya admitted with a cheeky tone as she glanced back with a smirk.

Gently grabbing her chin, Nathan gave the girl a playful growl. "You cheeky girl," He said before kissing her on the lips.

The kiss was a hungry one between the two as Mya moved her body to full face, Nathan, her legs hooking around his waste.

"I...I can feel him pressing against my stomach," Mya thought with a moan as she felt Nathan's member press against her stomach. All the while Nathan's hands traced down her back before cupping her ass in his strong hands.

The two pulled away from the kiss while panting heavily, looking into each other's eyes.

Suddenly, Mya gave a guilty look as she pulled away slightly, making Nathan give her a worried.

"I'm... I'm not ready yet Nathan, I'm sorry." Mya said in a guilty tone, while Nathan just gave the young woman a kind smile.

"It's alright if you are not ready then-"

"It's not alright," Mya said with a frustrated tone as she turned around and once again placed her back against Nathan's chest, the young Stark quickly throwing his arms around her waste. "You have been so kind to me, and you care for me, truly care, not just thinking with your cock!" She said with a frustrated look on her face as she leaned back. "...I told you I left the Vale for a reason... the reason was... because of a boy," Mya said, making Nathan look slightly shocked at her words, but didn't say anything. "He was... about the same age as me... a noble... I thought he cared about me but... it turned out to be a lie..." She said while looking down into the water with a sad smile.

Without a word, Nathan brought Mya into a hug. "I'm sorry you had to go through that."

Mya gave a dry laugh as she shook her head. "Nathan, my problem is petty compared to the responsibility you carry. You are leading an army, ruling the North, the least I can do is comfort-"

"Stop," Nathan said in a serious tone as he made Mya look him in the eyes. "Thank you for trying to comfort me, but the last thing I want is for you to force yourself," Nathan said before he gave an easy grin. "Besides, I can say this is quite relaxing and good for the soul."

Biting her lip, Mya's face once again turned red. "Perhaps I can make you relax... in a different way."

Nathan raised a brow as Mya once again turned around. Before Nathan could speak he froze as he felt a pair of hands around his cock.

"M-Mya-" Nathan tried to speak but could only groan as Mya's hands started to move.

"F-forgive me if I'm clumsy, I only know as far as the whores I've escorted were willing to tell me," Mya said with a blush but slowly grew a grin on her face. "Though I seem to be doing a good job."

"Yes... keep going Mya," Nathan groaned as a smile grew on his face. "Perhaps... perhaps Smalljon was on to something," Nathan thought as his mind focused on nothing else in the world other than Mya.

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21N: I'm back baby!

Sorry for the long wait, had to deal with life, bills, family, and other things, but I'm back once again with a new chapter, and I hope everyone enjoyed it!

Now to recap some of the important bits in the story.

1: South Bashing: I'm sure some people have noticed Nathan's dislike of the South, and there is a reason behind this. The South has always taken advantage of the North, especially during winter. Nathan knows all of this from his studies of old Northern documents, making Nathan resent the South for taking advantage of the North when they are at their weakest. He also knows that the Crown under Targaryen's rule has never favored the North, thus Nathan's disregard for Southern Lords, except a few.

The South also has no love for the North, seeing them as savages only slightly better than the Ironborn.

2: Benjen: I know some people were hoping for Benjen to not go to the Night's Watch, but given his character and past, that wasn't something he wouldn't do. Benjen feels overwhelming guilt for not stopping his sister, resulting in a war. If Benjen had just tried to stop his sister, Robert's rebellion may have never happened and Benjen's father and brother may have lived.

Well, that's all I have to say for now, please continue to read my stories and I will try to update more often.

Thanks for reading!