The war up until now was a little more than boring. Maybe it's just that I didn't get to take a part in. Yet, that will change now. Ned and Robert has already started the seige of Pike. I, like all the other squires had wait at the camp. Well all but me. It didn't take long for me to gear up. With a self made battle suit and disguise I joined the fray. I ran as fast as I could with the weapons attached to my body. A modified axe at my right hip and a short sword at the left. Knives at my each ankle. Small shield and spear hanging from the left backside and a quiver on the right. A close range bow at my left hand. I was right behind Thoros and Jorah mormont. And I wasn't just running either. I kept shooting arrows left and right, each one a killing blow. Mostly covering my allies in a way they noticed. My main goal was capturing Balon. By the time I was one third of the ways through, I ran out of arrows and promptly threw the bow and quiver at the enemy. Two third of the way I was drenched in blood and gore. Blood crawling from my face as Dagmar Cleftjaw scarred me and I took his life in turn. I reached Balon before he could surrender. I killed a lot before placing my knife at his throat thus ending the war. Due to my intensive training in magic it's easy to impose my will on others. One thing to after another and then I handed king Robert the fate of Balon Greyjoy. He then did his kingly duties. It was after that he commanded me to show my face in front of everyone including ned. As planned I complied. Gasps could be heard and disbelieving what they saw. Ned looked torn between pride and anger. Robert being himself challenged me to a spar. I managed to draw first blood before succumbing to fatigue. I became the main topic during the merriment. They still couldn't get their head around the fact a nine year old looking boy who happens to be seven, almost eight besting many a great Knights. It was at this day Jorah, Thoros and I got our stripes. Though not before I proved my mettle against more than half of the warriors. Robert was too busy with Ned. My name spread far and wide. Just as planned.
It was after returning to Winterfell that I knew ned wasn't going let me go scotch free. My ears still hurts because of the chastisement. The part of him that proud wanted to reward me without angering Catelyn. So he ended up making me the castallen of Moat Cailin which was a hollow self of its former glory . After a heart felt good bye from everyone I started for the moat. After seeing it for the second time the only thing I could say was troublesome. With that I started doing my magic.
During my reign as the castallen of Moat Cailin for the last three years has been fruitful. At this point it could withstand same numbers as Harrenhal. The people of my domain were never happier. For all the glory it got me, it wasn't the only thing I worked on. I took part in all the major tourneys on behalf of the moat. The realm cheered as I used my winnings for the betterment of my small folk and another of my scheme succeeded. I had a lot of work to do. From my training, my duties at the moat, creating my power base and keeping the bigger players off my back. I also visited Winterfell as often as possible. Aside from the tournament in lannis port, where I didn't compete in the joust, I maintained a winning streak at archery, melee and jousting, naming sansa the queen of love and beauty every time even when she wasn't present. Thus earning her interest. In my last visit I asked for the lordship of the moat. Now I have the official documents of my lordship. At this point I became something like a legend. My stories becoming more ridiculous each time. Another good thing is I got Sam as my squire. I make a real slayer of him this time.
300 AC, Moat Cailin
I was playing a game of riddles with Sam when the maester came running with letter on his hand. I read it quietly and tossed it to the fire.
" Gather all the levies and prepare to leave for Winterfell as fast as possible. Robb has called the banners. "
It took mere moments for the maester to scramble off.
"Sam, make sure plan 'contingency plan 009' is ever prepared. "
It took me half a month to reach Winterfell with my troops. Well trained four thousand strong. Far better than any other army of its number. Trained in the way of Roman Legion and good at archery as any Mongolian.
As I reach the gate, Ser Rodrick does a hasty formality. Bran and Rickon runs down from the yard to hug me. I do all I can to quell their fears. After that I share some moments with Robb in private. We go over our plans while ghost and greywind play in the dirt. Due to his actions on my behalf, ghost is bigger than greywind by half. Then there's the fact of me being the strongest warg in south of the wall. At this point, I am a master in Valerian sorcery and Northern magic. So while Robb leaves to prepare for the meeting, I cast new wards and strengthen the old ones.
It wasn't an easy task to make sure that the Lords of the North doesn't hinder his authority. Well mostly Umber and Bolton. So by the time we're done and ready to march the army ,a quarter of the day has been wasted on bickering.
When I and the army meet up with Catelyn, I make sure to undermine her influence.
" Lady Catelyn, I don't see tyrion lannister here. Where is he? It wouldn't do if our most valuable hostage escape." I say with much sincerely. Things got well after that. At least in my case. Plan 009 is enacted by the next week and the battle at whispering wood is my quite favourite. I make sure to cause more harm to the lannisters than in the original. As Robb has Jaime, I've captured his uncle. I also made sure to burn more of their supply line, as many survived the wrath of Ser Bryden Tully, known as the legendary Blackfish. Now the only thing he could do was waiting for some news. As he got tired of being pestering lords. All were shocked by the temporary wooden bridge. As if he was gonna let the late lord get a leverage. He didn't want to think about ned. It was hardly easy to not like the man. But it had to be done.
"Lord Snow! Grave news my lord, Joffery beheaded your father! " I didn't want to hear the rest. I had to console Robb. Then there's the whole king in the north bullshit. I need to stop that. I am not sure what to do about the iron born hostage though. Perhaps later.
'Do you know how hard it is to convince the lord of Last Hearth to not do what he wants? 'Words can't describe it. It was hard as any battle. Then along with the other commanders I made a plan. A warm of attrition. So if the North was feared in the books or the show, now it was horrifying. With each battle we tore the enemy into pieces. The south was scratching their heads. They all thought that the Kingsleyer would crush the North. Then they were o so sure that the mighty Tywin Lannister would stand victorious over the wolves. Instead the old lion ran with a tail between his legs. The western castles were broken aside from Casterly Rock. The Iron throne thought we would crumble beneath the the south-west alliance. I would have paid a lot to see their faces when they heard how tywin and lord tarly were defeated. We made a rule about killed everyone that's not a valuable resource. Hence their obvious retreat.
'After all this, why I feel so hallow? I didn't get to....
"He escaped! the Kingsleyer is gone! "
' Why!? shitshitshitshitshit why now! '