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Now we continue with the battle. This is going to be fun. Also, I'm doing my research on weddings so we can have one. Wish me luck in that regard. Fun fact, I originally started making this chapter exactly 3 months ago. That is cool for me.

Marcus Winter crushed an unfortunate Whitehill with his mace when he foolishly charged at him. He looked at the battleground around him and noticed most of the Whitehills were starting to surrender upon realizing they were surrounded.

"Start rounding up prisoners," Marcus says to his Master-At-Arms, "and kill anyone that gives you trouble."

The Winter Master-At-Arms, Zyre Torrent, gathered a group of men and herded the Whitehills into groups of 20. After a couple more hours Roose Bolton "ordered" Marcus Winter and a morally defeated Ludd Whitehill to his encampment.

The two stood at attention in front of Roose, who was sitting in a chair with a scowl on his face.

"Alright Roose, you got us here," Marcus states, "Now let's talk."

[3 hours before meeting]

Once the prisoners were stuck in cages Marcus gathered a few men to check out Ironrath. The remaining Whitehills inside were slaughtered and James and Melissa were reunited with their father.

"James, I knew your sister would be able to resurrect you." Marcus says.

"We should start calling him James The Cold." Melissa states.

"Right, well what's our next move father?" James asks.

"The prisoners are to be imprisoned or executed, you can handle that son. Also, I'm awaiting a meeting with our Illustrious Warden of the North. Oh Melissa you can assist James if you'd like."

Marcus then departed to await for his summoning. While that happened James and Melissa went to work choosing who would join the Winter Ranks, who would be kept prisoner, and who would die. James took personal satisfaction in watching the Winter Veterans knock the new recruits around. James looked to the Bolton's encampment and wondered what the leaders were talking about.

"So, it is agreed. Ludd you will stay out of the Forrester and Winter affairs. Also, if I hear anything else about this stupid feud I will end it personally." Roose says.

"Well if that's all, I suppose I should let some of my prisoners go." Marcus says, taking his leave.

"That man thinks so highly of himself." Ludd says arrogantly.

"He is one of the best warriors in all of Westeros. Please don't tell me you've never heard of his story."

"It uh...might 'ave slipped my memory."

"He's traveled around the world in his youth, learning nearly every form of battle. He fought against great Khals and spared them, took personal fighting lessons from the Lannister's previous masters-at-arms, and even claimed to train the Red Viper."

"All fake probably, just to gain popularity."

"I fought with him during the Greyjoy's Rebellion, and he single handedly boarded a ship and sank it all with a smaller version of the mace he now carries. I will be sending your son to take over as Lord of Highpoint. Now, get out of my sight."

Lord Whitehill left and re-joined the men that he still had. One question that had been going through Ludd's mind was where were the Winter Forces during the Red Wedding. Why wasn't the Winter Army fighting with their king.

The following days pass uneventful with a wedding between James and Talia to take place soon. On that night James and Talia were brought to the Godswood with the guests holding torches and James waiting at the Weirwood Tree. Rodrick walked Talia forwards to stand in front of James, wearing a beautiful wedding dress.

"Who comes before the Old Gods this night." Marcus says.

"Talia, of House Forrester, comes here to be wed. A woman grown, true and noble. She comes to beg the blessing of the Gods. Who comes to claim her?" Rodrik says.

James steps forwards.

"James, of House Winter, Heir to the Frozen Keep. Who gives her?"

"Rodrik, of House Forrster, loyal ally and friend to House Winter."

"Lady Talia, do you take this man?" Marcus asks.

"I take this man." Talia states.

James and Talia then join hands and kneel before the Weirwood Heart Tree. After a silent prayer then stand and James removes the veil covering Talia's face and wraps a cloak around her bearing the Winter sigil. From there everyone returned to Ironrath and the celebration ensued. People drank and ate and all sorts of merriment. After a while James and Talia retired to their chambers, which was Talia's room converted to suit a couple. The two decided to wait before they consummated, and instead decided to just fall asleep in each others arms.

In the morning James saw his sister away. She was to return to the Frozen Keep with their father and attempt to train the new recruits.

"Have fun sis, I wouldn't be surprised if one of them made a pass."

"Those ones will lose their tongue if they do."

"Hahaha, take care sister."

"You too brother."

With that Melissa rose off with their father, and she reveled in the cold breeze the flowed through the air. Melissa recalled a tale of how House Winter was born. A group of men and women settled down in a pile of rubble, and they build a great keep in the years that followed. While building it the wind peppered them with freezing rain and snow, and the people became numb to the cold. As time went on the cold only made them stronger, and the future generations benefited from this new power, or so the story says.

Once they arrived at the Frozen Keep Melissa is surprised to see Lannister men.

"What is your business here." Melissa says.

"Aren't you an adorable little girl playing in armor."

"And aren't you a nice little grub, who's probably better at beating up little children than a grown woman."

"You little-"

"That's enough."

Marcus quickly inhales as he looks upon the only person ever to defeat him.

"My Queen."

"Lord Winter."

From there Melissa brought the new recruits to the training ground and arranged temporary living arrangements for the Lannister men while her father had a meeting with the queen. Well, "meeting".

If anyone were listening they would have heard the sensual sounds of kissing coming from the Lord's bedroom. Inside Marcus lay shirtless with Cersei on his bed.

"Why have you come here, my love?"

"I heard about what happened and came north to see you. I told my father about the internal fighting and told him I could handle the matter."

"It's nice to see you again."

"Mmm, how are my children?"

"They're fine. Melissa is growing into a fine young woman. She was brave to confront your Gold Cloak."

"Ser Meryn Trant. A fool. Melissa is growing into a beautiful young woman."

"One day she'll be happy to meet you and share moments together."

"I hope so. How is our son?"

"Happily married actually to the Forrester's second daughter."

"From what I've heard from the people she's a very kind girl."

"She is, I had the pleasure of meeting her during the celebrations."

"I wish we could stay like this forever."

"ME as well my love, but right now is not the time still."

"I know, but I shall always love you."

Cersei spent the night at the Frozen Keep and left in the morning. When she arrived at Casterly Rock Cersei informed her father that the internal fighting had ended. From there she went about her life.

Back at at Ironrath preparations had been made for the new Lord Whitehill. Rodrik and Torrhen had written ravens to each other discussing an alliance that would be made through the marriage of Gwyn and Asher. All parties were in agreement and preparations were made for another wedding and the new lord's arrival. When Torrhen arrived he was given control of Highpoint.

Torrhen's father would only reside in the keep and provide wisdom, well, whatever's close to it. It would now be up to Torrhen to make the decisions. The following day Asher and Gwyn were wed in a similar fashion like James and Talia. This time the couple did consummate the marriage and were as content as they could be. Over the following days and months Rodrik, Torrhen, and James all became close friends.

James definitely preferred Torrhen rather than Gryff. Torrhen knew something of battle and the two shared a common liking of battle. Ironwood had also been growing in both lands with everyone's co-operation and careful tending. Things were looking to be very prosperous with Lord Bolton buying both land's lumber. During those months Rodrik also married Elaena, who became pregnant with Rodrik's child.

Up in the far north at the Wall another member of the Winter House cuts the head clean off a Wildling. Tertius Winter, a middle aged man, stood by his brothers as they fended off the Wildlings. He was surprised to see Stannis Baratheon ride in with his soldiers. After day after the battle Stannis left the Wall with Jon Snow to negotiate with the King Beyond the Wall.

Tertius agreed with Jon Snow in regards to the Wildlings. They needed them to fight the White Walkers an survive the coming winter. After a long few weeks Jon Snow and Stannis Baratheon gained a number of Wildling supporters. Stannis got impatient though and Tertius watched as he led his own forced to the Dreadfort.

Tertius helped tend to the Wildlings and assisted Jon Snow as a tactician, and in due time Tertius was following behind Jon as he led the Wildling Forces.

"Well Lord Snow," Tertius says, "time to avenge your family."

From a distance a lone horseman came riding at them.

[Some time before]

"Alright Talia, swing low then hack right and left. There we go, good job."

"James, I don't think I'm build to use this heavy a battle axe."

"Alright. Why don't we rest."

Talia lets out a sigh as she drops the battle axe with a thud.

"Why don't we go for a walk?" James suggests.

"That sounds nice."

The two walk into the grove and talk about recent events.

"Did you hear about Tywin Lannister's death? They say he died on a chamber pot, poor man." James says.

"Yes, Rodrik told me that he died. What does that mean?"

"I means that Lord Bolton's power in the North is weakening. If he wants to stay in control he's gonna need to rebel against the Lannisters and take them out."

"That means he'd going to need to call the banner men then."

"That's correct."

"And you'll be going off to war."

"Also correct."

"James, look at me."

They stop.

"I'm...I'm scared for you. Terrified."

"Why's that love?"

"I don't want you to die."

"Don't worry. If it does come to that I can always be res-"

"I don't want you to have to be resurrected. I don't want you to die period."

"Hey hey, calm down. Don't worry."

"But I do worry."

"You know me. You know how well I fight, and I'm smart too. I won't be dying until we're both too old to get out of bed."

"Alright...why don't we get back to our room. it's getting late."

"Yeah, let's get some rest."

The two young lovers went off to sleep, but little did they know that things would be taking a change in a very bloody way.

A.N. Finally got this finished. Sorry for the wait. Yeah, things are happening and war is on the horizon. I got nothing else, so...yeah.

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