Robb Stark: The One True King

Chapter 1: Into the Wolf's den

Tyrion Lannister

Tyrion couldn't say he had known Robb Stark. They had talked briefly when he visited Winterfell but that was all. Nothing more than a few passing words. From what he remembered the boy was soft spoken and honourable just like his father Lord Eddard Stark. Now he realised the boy was also extremely crafty, cunning and deceptive, not something you'd expect from a member of the prestigious house Stark.

Yet, the boy had proved himself to be an excellent commander that even his father, Lord Tywin Lannister begrudgingly had a small sliver of respect for the Young Wolf. Who wouldn't, it's not every day that a boy of five and ten could say they could beat an experienced commander such as his father. That wasn't all, he was the one who struck the final blow that killed the Mountain, Ser Gregor Clegane and Kevan Lannister his uncle, who was also another aspiring Lannister commander.

To be honest with himself even now as he kneeled in the muddy ground, his small hands cast in chains, he couldn't help but be moved by Robb Starks devotion to his family.

Looking round he saw dead bodies of both the Northmen and Lannister alike, strewn across the ground. A river of blood stretching out as far as the eye could see, giving testament to the battle that took place here. A battle that would be remembered as the battle of the Humbling Lion.

The battle that would mark the start of a new war which would cause years of destruction to come Westeros. The war that would become known as the War of Five Kings. A war where even the most battle hardened veterans would be tested.

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Robb Stark

Robb Stark, better known as the Young Wolf among his father's bannermen stood looking over the map of Westeros. Multiple figurines were placed along the map marking the positions of allies and his enemy's armies.

Riverrun, the home to his uncle Edmure Tully and the Blackfish, Brynden Tully was under siege from a Lannister host of thirty thousand strong. Leading them was the Kingslayer himself. The Riverlands were all but destroyed on the east, near Harrenhall with the west being relatively untouched. Most Lords of the Riverlands were currently tending to their own lands, making sure to enforce their lands with extra garrisons and restocking food and supplies after their shocking defeat at the hands of the Kingslayer. Even then they still tried to give aid to their regent Lord.

All except Walder Frey, Lord of house Frey.

It was for that reason he was hesitant to cross the Twin's and help lift the siege of Riverrun. Plus, Walder Frey had a reputation for being disloyal and untrustworthy. His Mother Lady, Catelyn Stark had said Walder Frey would allow them passage, naively believing that he would uphold his oath to her father. His bannermen however, advised against it, saying that Walder Frey would ask for something unreasonable. For example, marriage. It was something he did not want to do as betrothal was a way to secure many allies.

Further east at Harrenhal was Tywin Lannister with a host of thirty thousand. There was many possibilities with attacking Tywin Lannister as the man would believe him a green boy and possibly underestimate him.

But the fact Riverrun might be sacked, instead of taken was a thought that was constantly on his mind.

"We should cross the Twin's and free Riverrun." Shouted Greatjon Umber. The man had become extremely loyal to the Young Wolf, especially when Grey Wind mauled his hand. "Maybe even kill the Kingslayer." A vicious smirk that was common among House Umber crossed the giant of a man's features.

"I advise against that Lord Stark." Said Roose Bolton. Now he was a man Rob would not trust even if the man saved his life. No one not even his bastard son Ramsey Snow knew what was going through the man's mind. But the man's experience in war was something he could not dismiss. "We should instead send a Raven to Walder Frey telling him to uphold his allegiance to the Tully house. We can then focus our efforts elsewhere."

Multiple Lords shouted their agreements to both men's arguments and once again they began squabbling.

Robb soon found his patience wearing thin. Something that used to happen before he became leader of his father's bannermen.

"Silence." Robb commanded but the Lords continued shouting at one another. "SILENCE!" The reaction was instant. The few Lords that had stood up were seated instantly and silence reined in the air. Taking a deep breath to calm his nerves Robb spoke once more. "We shall take Lord Bolton's advice and send word to Lord Frey to follow through with the oath he made to my Uncles family. If he does not I shall siege the Twins and kill every Frey, every man, woman and child." Lord Umber seemed to relax as Robb spoke.

If there was one thing the Greatjon respected about the Starks, it was there will to honour even the most gruesome of men. But that also annoyed him, Benjen Stark the younger brother of Eddard Stark was the only man he truly respected. Robb was becoming a close second. The boy was honourable when the time called for it, but when it came to his enemies, well let's just say he didn't do things half-arsed. In Robb he could see a leader he would willingly follow to battle the Stranger.

"Lord Umber." Hearing his name called the man in question looked at the Young Wolf. "You are to lead a force of three hundred men and raid this supply route. It is the only one that the Lannister's are using the most due to the bulk of their forces been kept in King's Landing or at Harrenhall." Nodding his head the man grinned the famous Umber battle smile.

"Any rules of engagement?"

"You are to bring the leader of the detachment of Lannister forces to this ridge, otherwise it's dead to the last man. Lord Bolton you are to use any means necessary to extract information from the prisoners we supply to you. If they are being stiff of tongue you have my consent to kill one or two to get their tongues working once more." A few Lords chuckled at that.

"And the supplies being transported?" Asked Lord Karstark.

"Are to be also left in the care of Lord Bolton who will bring them back to the camp we are going to set up here." His gloved finger rested on a rocky hill surrounded by trees. "We will set camp on top the hill and we will wait until the lions decide to do something about their supply lines. When that happens Lord Umber, you are to lure them to the ridge. Where we will kill them. Any questions?"

"When do I get to kill some Lannister fucks?" Greatjon asked, making the tense atmosphere lighten considerably.

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Greatjon Umber

Roaring with vicious delight Lord Umber swung his mighty great sword and cut the head of a Lannister solider clean from his shoulders. The shouts and sound of metal hitting metal could be heard along the supply route as the sixth raid this month commenced. Moving his horse round he slashed at another Lannister soldier and watched as he fell to the ground never to rise again.

"Death to them all!" He roared while raising his sword into the air. Many Northerners cheered alongside him and with renewed vigour they cut down the last few Lannister's. "Ah, that was easy." Greatjon said while clapping his free hand into his sons shoulder. "Alright lads let's go back to camp." Pulling on his horses rein he began the short trek back to the camp.

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Tywin Lannister

Tywin Lannister dressed in his glamorous golden armour sat on his stead watching as the Northerners moved back to camp. 'Fools announcing that to anyone that could hear.' Sometimes he pitied the northerners, they didn't know how to play the game. It was for that reason they were about to be crushed just like many before him.

Beside him was Kevan Lannister and Ser Gregor Clegane. Both were dressed in the typical armour that they were known for.

"Brother." Turning to face Kevan he stared into his eyes for a moment before turning back to the retreating northerners. "Take the heavy cavalry. Full attack. I want you to ride over the northerner's camp and bring me the Young Wolf." Kevan nodded his head. "Ser Gregor you are to lead the vanguard." The Mountain nodded his head. Looking down he saw his dwarf son staring at the trees. "Tyrion you are to lead the tribesmen in front of the vanguard." The dwarf gave no indication that he heard but he knew that his command was heard.

"Cavalry. On me." Kevan raised his sword into the air, behind him thousands of men on horseback lined up with lances in hand. "Charge." Swinging his sword downwards he kicked his horse into a gallop. The men behind him roared and charged after their commander.

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Greatjon Umber

Umber knew something was wrong the moment he heard a battle cry come from behind him. Looking over his head he saw thousands of Lannister cavalry charging towards them fully intent on riding them down like grass. Turning back to face the front he shouted, "Quickly make for the camp we have to warn Lord Stark."

With great urgency and speed the Northerners galloped forwards the Lannister's hot on their tails. However due to the Lannister's having heavy cavalry and the Northerners having light cavalry it meant the distance between the two was increasing steadily.

In a matter of moments they came across two parallel hills with one in the centre a further ways behind the two at the front. Urging his horse forwards he had them move through the gap before disappearing out sight.

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Kevan Lannister

Kevan should have stopped when he lost sight of Northmen but he didn't due to fearing he would fail his brother, but he carried on galloping forwards fully believing that they had used the hills in front of them as cover. It turned out to be a very large mistake on his part because arrows rained down upon them from the two parallel hills. Men and horses dropped to the ground dead or wounded. Even he was hit by an arrow to his left shoulder, but he stayed on his horse.

Looking up he saw a contingent of archers on each hill.

"Split up, kill the archers." He ordered and with it his company of cavalry split up and charged up the three hills. The Northern archers upon seeing the Lannister cavalry charging to them, retreated. Kevan followed them intent on killing them, but when he reached the top of the hill he realised his mistake. For he could see the entirety of the Northern army. Banners of the Umbers, Bolton's, Karstark's and many other Northern Lords were displayed proudly in the air, but the one that stood out the most was the new banner of the Stark.

A banner of a Direwolf, its teeth and mouth dripping red with blood. It seemed to snarl at him and it halted him in his charge.

It turned out to be a large mistake as pike men appeared from either side. The spears driving through the bodies of Lannister and horses alike. Shouts of pain and whines of horses came from behind him and that snapped him from his gaze upon the Direwolf.

Swinging his sword down he cut through a Northerner only for another spear to get lodged into his horse sending him sprawling to the ground,

Rolling across the ground he got to his feet and began slashing at every man that came near him before looking towards the other hill. Already that half of his cavalry had been destroyed. On its hill were hundreds of men which began lining up.

A gasp escaped his lips when a shield slammed into his side. Shakily he got onto both feet and stabbed the man that tried to kill him before spinning round and killing a second.

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Robb Stark

Robb Stark watched from the third hill as everything fell into place. The second hill had been secured with half of the Lannister cavalry already gone. Out of the six thousand heavy cavalry Tywin had under his command. Only around a hundred remained. Bodies of horses and soldiers from the North and Lannister lay upon the ground staining the ground red with blood. But for every Northerner the Lannister's killed, three Lannister's were killed.

Looking at the first hill he could see the Lannister's still going strong.

"Lord Karstark." Robb called. The man in question moved forwards riding upon his horse. "You are in charge of this hill. Prepare the men for Tywin's arrival." The man nodded his head before issuing out orders. Archers took place at the front with pike men behind. "Lord Bolton, move to the hill on the left." He indicated to the hill he had secured and quickly the man galloped towards the hill flanked by his personal guard. "Lord Umber, shall we kill some Lannister's."

"Aye boy, I've been itching for a good fight." The massive man shouted. Smalljon Umber grinned beside his father as the three charged forward along with the contingent of Northerners who helped Umber raid the supply line.

In a matter of moments the three hundred men he brought with him cut through the Lannister men, but Robb only had eyes for a bigger prize. Kevan Lannister even in his old age was going strong, around him were the dead of those who served him and it made his blood boil with barely suppressed rage

With a battle cry Robb kicked his horse making it move quicker across the ground. Grey Wind snarled as it bit into the necks of the Lannister's that tried to attack him, but he paid no heed to it.

"Lannister!" He shouted making Kevan look. It was a mistake because in that moment Robb swung his sword down and decapitated the brother of Tywin Lannister. With his death the Northerners fought harder and within a matter of seconds the last Lannister fell to the ground dead.

But they weren't down yet; for Tywin had just arrived.

The gold and red banner of the Lannister's was displayed proudly in the air. With it twenty-four thousand men walked out from the tree line and stopped.

"Archers take point, pike men behind." With his orders issued the men followed.

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Tywin Lannister

"So the Young Wolf has killed my brother and the cavalry." Tywin spoke calmly even though his brother was dead. Cold and calculating eyes roamed over the army of Northerners which greeted him.

One each hill archers stood waiting for orders to fire.

"Archers." He raised his hand. "Lock." The sound of a thousand archers been locked into place could be heard through the tree line. "Loose." He let his arm drop and with it the arrows arched through the air. They however stopped around three quarters of the way up the hill meaning his archers were out of range.

"Tyrion lead your tribesmen through the forest and attack the far hill." His dwarf son nodded and began leading the tribesmen through the forest. "Mountain lead the vanguard up the two hills and crush them." The Mountain that Rides grunted in understanding before moving forwards.

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Robb Stark

'Here they come.' Thought Robb. Out of the twenty-four thousand, around nineteen thousand moved towards the two hills. "Archers. Lock. Loose." Arrows cut through the air and struck the charging Lannister's. Men dropped like flies, but the Mountain carried on charging towards him and his men. "Pike men take point." Spears lined the tops of each hill making them look like an impenetrable fort.

"Lord Umber. Signal the Vanguard they are to come through the entrance points between the hills." He pointed at the gaps between the two hills. "They are to block off any exit for the Lannister's." Greatjon nodded his head and moved off the hill towards the fifteen thousand strong vanguard hidden behind the three hills.

Spurring his horse forward he drew his sword attracting the attention of the men around him.

"Tywin Lannister is down there sat upon his horse believing he's better than us. It is true that this is my first battle and Tywin has more experience than any of us when it comes to war tactics. But we are Northmen." Many men around him nodded their heads in agreement. "Too long have we been the source of ridicule for the Southerners. What do they know of the North? What do they know of winter?" More and more men felt themselves getting ready for the bloody battle to come. "They are warriors of the summer, but we are warriors of the winter. We live for winter and by the Gods we will bring winter upon the Southerners as Winter is Coming!" Cheers sounded from his hill. "Let's show them how we Northerners really fight." More cheers followed his words. "For the North!"

Drawing his sword Robb began moving down the hill slowly followed by the cavalry men that came with him. Pike men and the archers also began working forwards, with the archers gripping swords tightly.

The slow walk became a jog and then into a charge that made the very ground shake.

"FOR THE NORTH!" The men shouted together as they charged upon the incoming Lannister foot soldiers.

"FOR THE NORTH!" The shout was mirrored by the men on the other hills as they also met the Lannister army in its charge.

Robb watched in satisfaction as the Lannister soldiers seemed a little disheartened by the faith the Northmen had. It only seemed to spur the Northmen on more as they met the Lannister army in a clash of bodies and steel.

Many Lannister's were killed in the first charge of Northerners, while the rest managed to escape death for a few moments. Soon the battle began to get into the swing of things, but for every Northerner killed ten Lannister's were killed.

Dodging a sword that was meant for his head Robb responded by killing the owner of the sword with a stab through the heart. Turning when he heard a man charging towards he went to block the strike only for Grey Wind to tackle the Lannister to the ground and began tearing him apart. When Grey Wind was done his teeth and fur were cracked in blood. Yellow eyes stared around predatorily desperate to find its next prey. With a snarl it charged forward to another Lannister soldier.

Robb smiled at the protectiveness shown by his companion, but that smile soon faded when he heard a man shouting out curses.

He didn't have to look for long as he saw the Mountain cutting northmen after northmen with single strokes of his broadsword. He growled in anger before gripping one of the horns strapped to his waist. Bringing it to his lips he took a deep breath before releasing it.

The sound could only be a stray wolf howling for its pack and it seemed to have that affect, for through the gaps between the hills was the vanguard of the northern army. Around sixteen thousand men charged forwards and engaged the Lannister army cutting down more and more men. Lannister dead piled up as the Northmen began cutting through them like a hot knife through butter.

Moving forwards his horse long since dead, he pulled a spear free from its position inside a dead Lannister before moving forwards towards the Mountain. When he was within range he took a single step forwards before sending the spear forwards.

He watched with grim satisfaction as the spear buried itself deeply into the Mountains side making the man curse in anger and pain. Yet he kept killing more and more Northmen. Which made his blood boil with anger.

Gripping his sword in his hand he charged forwards. He knew he was not the best with blade, hell his bastard brother Jon Snow was better than him. He however was safe to say he wasn't the worst either.

The Mountain seemed to have noticed his charge and swung his sword round to decapitated him, but Robb rolled under the blade and cut the inside of the Mountains leg. Coming to a stop Robb brought his blade up to strike the Mountain only for the man to parry his blade.

The strength of the Mountain even when injured was nothing to laugh at as he felt himself stumbling across the ground slightly disoriented.

Shaking his head he looked up and saw Ser Gregor Clegane bringing his sword down upon him only for Greatjon Umber to tackle the man to the ground. Much to his shock the Mountain did not fall to the ground and instead kept his feet planted firmly to the ground.

The two giant men began exchanging blows and it seemed they were both evenly matching blow for blow. While Greatjon Umber was old he was still extremely strong and more experienced with a sword. His old age however limited his movements. Ser Gregor Clegane was faster and stronger, but nowhere near as experienced as the elderly man. His injuries however had greatly weakened him.

So Robb waited, until a moment presented itself for him to strike.

He was not left alone as Lannister men charged at him, but he managed to deal with them while keeping the two battling Giants in his sights.

Robb blocked the blade of a Lannister soldier and shared a glance towards Greatjon only to see the man get knocked to the ground by a punch from the Mountain. It seemed that Greatjon had managed to remove the Mountains helmet which presented himself with a perfect area to strike.

Kicking the Lannister in the chest he watched the man sprawl across the ground but he did not finish him. Instead he charged towards the Mountain who was readying his blade to kill Greatjon Umber.

Silently he approached dodging strikes from Lannister men but never paid any heed to them.

In a matter of moments he was behind the Mountain and swung his blade round. The blade lodged itself deeply into the Mountains neck making the man gurgle up blood. A few seconds passed in shock silence as Lannister and Northmen alike watched as the Mountain gurgles up blood before falling to the ground never to get up again.

Cheers sounded throughout the area as the Lannister's began retreating. Some remained to fight but were quickly cut down. Those that retreated were followed by his army.

Robb spared a single glance to the fallen body of the Mountain before looking at Tywin Lannister only to see the man moving into the forest followed by the five thousand men that were left in reserves.

'Oh no you don't.' Gripping the second horn he blew into it making a wolf howl. In the air three flaming arrows cut through the wind.

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Tywin Lannister

Tywin Lannister watched as the Northmen met his foot soldiers. As more Northmen joined the fray and he saw as his men began losing the battle. From what he could see out of the twenty thousand men his spies had seen in the Young Wolf's army only around eighteen thousand were fighting.

His mind had narrowed it down to the fact that the Young Wolf was keeping his cavalry in reserve to run down any retreating members of the Lannister army. For that reason he did not send in his reserves to help push back the Northmen.

He was quite surprised with the Young Wolf as his eyes had only just managed to catch the boy cut down the Mountain.

It was then that the morale his army had or what little was left of it was shattered. Men retreated and he knew the battle was lost. He had lead the reserves through the forest at a quick pace to retreat back to Harrenhall to avoid been killed by the Northmen.

On his way back he realised that he had underestimated Robb Stark and the boy had proved to be not as green as he once thought. It was for that reason he felt a small sense of respect for the Young Wolf, but that respect would be the undoing of the boy. For those that gained his respect also gained his full undivided attention. They became a threat he could see as an equal in the coming future. When that happened he did not underestimate them and instead crushed them with underhanded tactics that many would frown upon, but he did not care. For he would do anything to protect his legacy.

He could hear another horn been blown in the distance and realised the reserves had either been called into battle or the Northmen were regrouping. He hoped it was the latter as he and his personal guard would be the only ones to escape with their lives.

Shouts sounded from around them and then he realised that the reserves were not near Robb Stark or the hills but in the forest.

Turning left and right he saw horsemen charging towards him and his men.

He couldn't even issue out orders before they were upon them. Three thousand Lannister men were killed by the stampede of two thousand horsemen and more fighting carried on through the forest as Lannister and Northmen alike carried on fighting.

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Robb Stark

Robb walked forwards his sword strapped to his hip and Grey Wind following him obediently. The direwolf's fur was still stained with blood of its enemies and it made for a fearsome sight that made many a man cower in fear.

"Well done Young Wolf, you proved me wrong by not been as green as I originally thought." Tywin drawled in his deep southern accent. Robb made no indication that he heard the man speak, but he did.

"I'm glad I did. I seem to have a habit of doing that since I called my fathers bannermen." Robb spoke.

"What do you plan to do with me boy?" Asked Tywin. "Going to ransom me for your sisters and father?"

"I plan to keep you prisoner. You are too valuable to give back to the Lannister's. Without you the little shit on the Iron throne won't be able to tell the difference between his head and his arise." The Northerners roared with laughter. "Tell me does he still hid behind his mother's skirt?"

Tywin didn't show any outward reaction to Robb Starks taunt or the Northmens for he knew it was true.

"Lord Bolton." The Lord in question moved forward. "How much would you like to collect information from Tywin Lannister?"

"Very much." Robb smiled, but the smile was vicious. Nothing like his late fathers. Tywin realised that Robb Stark was not like completely like his father. Yes, he was honourable, but to his enemies he was ruthless and more like the Direwolf at his side.

"Then by all means when we make camp at Harrenhall I allow you to use any and all means to get all the information he has in his head. Every tactic, everything he holds dear. I want everything so that we may use it against his family." Roose Bolton found himself cracking a small smile. He would admit that he was insulted to be commanded by a boy many years younger than him. This battle however proved the boy to be an excellent tactician and a valuable leader. It also didn't hurt that the young Lord Stark was allowing him to use his family's oldest and outlawed techniques.

Turning to Tyrion, Robb gazed at the dwarf with an indifferent gaze.

"You shall deliver my terms to your sister and nephew." Tyrion nodded his head. "After you have done so you may go free as you have not done anything to harm my family." Some Lords voiced their disagreement but a glare from the Young Wolf and a snarl from Grey Wind silenced any and all disagreement.

"What are your terms, Lord Stark?"

"First. My sisters must be released and delivered unharmed to Harrenhall with only a small escort. Second. My father's bones and sword must be returned to me at Harrenhall. Third the little shit Joffrey, his mother Cersei and his Uncle Jamie must be held accountable to the crimes he committed against my family. Myrcella and Tommen, however will be allowed to return to Casterly Rock. Should you fail to meet these demands I and my army shall bring the full might of the north down upon you and Kings Landing. Deliver that message to them and I shall allow you to rule over Casterly Rock when this war is done."

Two guards moved forwards and picked Tyrion up and lead him away from the camp. Turning around Robb faced the Northmen in his army. His eyes locked with the lords in front of him with a happy gaze.

Who wouldn't, he had defeated Tywin Lannister, a man deemed unbeatable in battle and had done so while only losing three thousand of his twenty thousand men. He thrust his sword into the air and the swords of seventeen thousand men followed his lead. Cheers sounded throughout the area, but over it all was the bowl of a wolf.

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Robb Stark

Cheers sounded throughout the area as drunken men downed more ale and danced in the night. Fires crackled, keeping those few quieter warriors warm in the night. It was an amazing sight. Over seventeen thousand men celebrating a recent victory over the Lannister's. It wasn't just any victory, no this was a victory over the experienced and feared commander Tywin Lannister. Without him the Lannister's only had the Kingslayer and soon he would be defeated as well.

However not everyone was celebrating.

These men and women were Robb Stark and his war council, the Lords of the North. The topic of discussion was the business going on in the south. But Robb's mind was elsewhere, specifically the death of his Lord father, Eddard Stark. It had greatly angered him as the false King Joffrey dared kill his father. Now he would rue the day he brought about his anger. He would make sure that Lannister's paid their debt.

"The proper course is clear, pledge fealty to King Renly and move south to join forces with his." A northern Lord, Lord Karstark to be exact shouted, many lords muttered quietly but said nothing. None of them willing to agree or disagree.

"Renly is not the King." Robb's voice spoke over the muttering so silencing the Northern Lords. Robb was currently sat down with Dacey Mormont on his left and Theon on his right. Grey Wind lay at his feet making it seem docile, but everyone knew that the Direwolf was far from docile.

"You cannot mean to hold to Joffrey my Lord." The Lord Karstark argued in shock while moving to stand in front of Robb. "He put your father to death." Robb glared at the man, reminding Lord Karstark that he had not forgotten, nor would he for a long time.

"That doesn't make Renly King." Despite the mention of his father's death Robb remained calm as he spoke. "He's Roberts's youngest brother; and Bran can't be Lord of Winterfell before me. Renly can't be King before Stannis." No Lord spoke as Robb gave his speech. The boy had earned their full respect after the recent events and so deserved to be listened to.

"Do you mean to declare us with Stannis?" Once again the Lord Karstark asked. More mutterings albeit louder than before were heard as the Lords of the North tried to decide on which King was the one they wished to serve under.

"My lords." A deep throaty voice spoke up above them all. "My lords. Here's what I say to these two kings." Lord Umber spat on the floor. "Renly Baratheon is nothing to me. Nor Stannis neither. Why should they rule over me and mine from some flowery seat in the south? What do they know of the Wall, or the Wolfswood?" He took a deep breath before continuing. "Even their Gods are wrong." Many men cheered in agreement around the tables. "Why shouldn't we rule ourselves again? It was the dragons we bent the knee too and now the dragons are dead." He drew his sword and pointed it behind him, directly at Robb. "There, sits the only King I mean to bend my knee too." Then he dropped to one knee and stabbed his sword into the ground. "The King in the North."

Silence reined true.

Robb slowly rose to his feet and stared at the Lords around him. One such Lord got to his feet. He drew his sword quickly.

"I'll have peace on those terms." Then he too bent the knee.

"They can keep their red castle and their Iron chair too." The Lord Karstark spoke as he drew his sword. Moving forwards to kneel beside Lord Umber he stabbed his blade into the ground. "The King in the North."

Theon followed next, getting to his feet and staring at Robb.

"Am I your brother, now and always?" Theon asked.

"Now and always." Robb assured. Nodding his head, Theon went on one knee before Robb.

"The King in the North." Theon said.

"The King in the North!" Lord Umber shouted.

"The King in the North!" The Lords all drew their swords and dropped to their knees.

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Jamie Lannister

Riverrun was quite a large castle that seemed to loom down upon those around it. Jamie Lannister hated it. Hated this war and he certainly hated how helpless he was. His father had ordered him to lay siege to Riverrun and to not lift even if he was captured. The only time he was allowed to lift the siege of Riverrun was when Kings Landing was under immediate threat.

Now his father was captured by the Young Wolf and he wasn't able to free him. Even if he did lift the siege and attack the Young Wolf he would be at a disadvantage as the army of the Riverlands would be at his back and the battle would be a costly one. Luckily the Young Wolf was licking his wounds at Harrenhall, which unluckily cut him off from any reinforcements.

So here he was sieging Riverrun with a host of thirty thousand. Waiting until the castle and its soldiers surrendered or the new Lannister army being assembled in the Westerlands was ready to crush the Young Wolf. When it was, Westeros would remember that a Lannister always paid his debts.

Sighing, Jamie ran a single hand through his blonde locks before staring at the castle. 'I will take Riverrun and then I'll free you father.' He pledged, walking out of his tent he began issuing out orders.

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Robb Stark

Robb Stark sat in his armies war tent. His hands were interlocked as he stared coldly at the man before him. Surrounding him was his personal guard, Kingsguard. In it was Dacey Mormont, Greatjon Umber, Smalljon Umber, Theon Greyjoy and Rickard Karstark's sons.

In front of him stood Stevron Frey, son of Walder Frey.

"So what does Walder Frey want with me?" Asked Robb. His eyes were hard and the guards around him had their hands holding their weapons tightly. Walder Frey's reputation of been a backstabber was well known throughout Westeros. Even the common folk knew of his infamous reputation.

"My Lord father is dead." That simple statement caught everyone off guard. "I am now Lord of the Twins and would like to offer you, Robb Stark free passage across the Twins."

"That's your Grace. You are in the presence of Robb Stark, first of his name, Lord of Winterfell, High Chief of the First Men and King in the North." Greatjon spoke up. Stevron bowed to Robb.

"Forgive me you Grace." He said.

"All is forgiven I have wanted to keep my title hidden until I have taken out Jamie Lannister. Now you said something about free passage across the Twins, from what I know the Frey's don't allow anyone across no matter who they are without giving something in return." Robb spoke.

"Ah yes. My only payment is that you take four thousand soldiers from the Twins into your army to replace those you lost and free my liege Lord from his siege. Unlike my father I wish to uphold the oath my forefathers swore."

"Very well we shall accept your offer." Stevron bowed in thanks and left the tent leaving those behind to ponder.

"Walder Frey is dead." Smalljon said, his tone was light and happy.

"We might be able to win this war yet." Said Dacey. Robb nodded his head in agreement. "Your Grace what do we do now?" Her voice was gentle and soft as she spoke to Robb, it was a great contrast to how she spoke to the rest of the men.

"Prepare the men we leave at dawn. We shall free my uncle and Riverrun from Jamie Lannister's siege, then we will have all but crushed the Lannister's." Many men around the room nodded and began leaving the room all except Dacey and Theon.

"Robb I would like permission to go to the Iron Islands. We need a fleet and my father has the best one in Westeros."

"I was going to ask that of you soon." Robb said. "When do you need to leave?"

"I will leave after we have freed Riverrun and then leave for the Iron Islands." Nodding this head Robb stood up.

"I think we have had enough talking for one day." With that Robb retired to his tent, preparing himself for the battle that would free Riverrun.

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Robb Stark

Robb Stark, first of his name and King in the North sat upon his horse gazing upon the large Lannister host. Thirty thousand men each dressed in red and gold fumbled around the encampment as they lay siege to Riverrun. It was his plan to break this siege with his host of twenty-one thousand men. The odds were against him, but they were against him when he engaged Tywin in battle.

It had only been due to the overconfidence Tywin had that gave him a victory other the lions. If the elderly man had judged him as an equal he had no doubt that he would not be here now. But he was, and he didn't plan going anywhere soon.

Recently his scouts had reported that the Lannister host was split into three camps. The main encampment being in the middle with half of the Lannister forces. On either side were two smaller camps each holding a quarter of the host, seven thousand five hundred men.

Taking a deep breath to calm his nerves, Robb flicked his reins forward. Following his lead the army behind him moved forward at a trot. The trot became a gallop, and the gallop a charge. Swords scraped against their scabbards as they were released from their confines and raised into the air. The silver steel glinted in the moonlight.

Five.

Robb could see it. The main encampment that held the infamous Kingslayer.

Four.

Swords and lances pointed forwards as they closed in on the enemy.

Three.

Grey Wind appeared at his side. The grey fur standing on end as a snarl set itself permanently on its face. Yellow fangs appeared showing a thirst for blood. One he mirrored.

Two.

He could see the Lannister's panicking as they tried desperately to form some sort of defence against the incoming charge of six thousand mounted men.

One.

They were upon them. Barely inches away from the bodies of Lannister's. Grey Wind had already pounded upon one and had started tearing at the man's throat. Others scattered trying desperately to flee from the incoming cavalry charge. Robb could hear the distinct battle cry of his men.

"King in the North!" His men roared with as much vigour as they could muster as they charged through the droves of Lannister men. Their blades cutting deeply into the flesh and tearing through armour as Lannister men fell to the ground dead. Others were trampled upon by horses or simply knocked into tents waking those few inhabitants that had retired for an early night. Some had long, thick pieces of wood sticking out of their chests as those few Northerners carrying lances rode past with what remained of their weapons.

Already victory was just on the horizon.

Yet, he knew not to celebrate victory too quickly. He may have defeated Tywin Lannister, but that was only because the man had underestimated him. If the man had not, Robb had no doubt he would not be standing here today.

His sword was already bloody as he charged through Lannister after Lannister. Grey Wind his trusty companion had its muzzle covered in the blood of its enemies as it launched from one Lannister to the other. Each suffering similar fates; necks torn apart by bloodied fangs. Beside him Greatjon and Smalljon worked together, the two giants using great broadswords to hack men apart. Dacey Mormont, the She Bear used her axes to slit throats and tear through armour. These were but a few of his personal guard.

Moving forwards he cut down a few more Lannister men before his eyes finally fell upon the mounted form of Jamie Lannister. His sword was bloodied and raised as a Northerner fell from his stead and to the muddy ground staining it red with blood in front of the Lannister.

A horn sounded from the Lannister's eastern camp and Robb raised his sword into the air.

"Fall back to the forest!" Digging his heels into the side of his horse he began a gallop back into the forest. With him over five thousand men that remained of the six thousand Northern cavalry followed into the forest.

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Jamie Lannister

Jamie swung his sword down cutting through the leather armour which the mounted Northerner wore. Blood squirted out from the wound spraying both him and the ground in his blood. With a tug he released it from its fleshy confines and shouted out a few orders to his men.

Quickly the tide of Lannister's began pushing back the mounted Northerners. It was in that moment when his eyes caught sight of the Young Wolf, Robb Stark. His blood boiled in anger as his eyes laid upon the boy leading the cavalry. His mind clouded with revenge as he watched the Young Wolf retreat at the sound of a Lannister horn.

His mind barely registered the fact that only the northern cavalry had attacked his camp. His mind barely registered the remaining twelve thousand men of the northern vanguard were waiting somewhere within the forest or nearby. His mind barely registered that out of the fifteen thousand men in his encampment, half of that had been killed in the initial charge.

While the men under his command had been outfitted with the best equipment and weapons money could buy, the men wielding them were freshly trained. The veterans all been in his father's army. The Northerners had however been in a single, bloody battle already. A battle that resulted in his fathers capture and the entire disbandment of a Lannister host of thirty thousand.

And the northerners had done that feat with twenty thousand men and only lost three thousand men.

So when he ordered his host of just over seven thousand men to follow after the remaining five thousand mounted northerners, it was understandable that there were a few that hesitated. However that hesitation left them when most of them gave a mighty roar fight for the house of lions and charged forwards. Like a flowing tide of red and gold the army of Lannister's charged after the retreating Northerners and Robb Stark.

All rational and tactical thoughts escaped his mind as he stirred his horse forwards and broke through the tree line along with his army. He barely registered the screams from behind him. His eyes and mind instead fixated upon the retreating form of Robb Stark.

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Roose Bolton

Roose Bolton, Lord of house Bolton was described by many as a cold and aloof man. A man who no one could understand and predict what he could do next. He worked only for himself and what would better heighten his house to greater heights. That was the reason Roose lowered himself to serving the command of someone many years his younger. It had annoyed him at first and only allowed it to happen so that he could make a deal with Tywin later on.

His plans were ruined when the Young Wolf in an impulsive but brilliant manoeuvre captured said man. Now with Tywin captured the only person that could save the Lannister's from complete and utter ruin was Jamie, a young man who had the basics of war just like the young Stark boy.

If today succeeded and Jamie was captured nothing would stop the Lannister's from been destroyed. With it the only thing standing between the Young Wolf and justice was Kings Landing.

After that came freedom of the North which would not come easily. Especially with Stannis still out there. Renly might allow them freedom, but with the Reach at his back and influencing his movement's then freedom of the North would still not be easy. But they were things to worry about later on.

Right now he was moving through the forest towards the eastern camp. Under his command were those under the banner of house Bolton and a few from both Umber and Glover. The host under his command numbered around five thousand. The enemy camp numbered around four thousand, maybe a bit more but not too much.

His task was simple.

Kill all those in the camp.

And kill them is what they did.

Five thousand northerners burst from the tree line and raced towards the unsuspecting Lannister's, who by the looks of things were ready to sleep for the night. So with a shout of, "the King in the North!" They cut through the Lannister's. Butchered them was a better word.

Broadswords cut cleanly through armour, swords, shields and spears. Some Lannister's didn't even get hold of a weapon before they were cut down like animals.

Tents with those few sleeping soldiers were burnt down and with them their inhabitants. Others burst from their tents only to be cut down like the rest of the Lannister's. It was a bloodbath and Roose Bolton enjoyed every moment.

So far things had gone perfectly for the Young Wolf. All his enemies, whether they be the great Tywin Lannister or simple soldiers had been cut down. Destroyed and ground out like a flame before it could become a raging inferno. It was like the very Gods were on the boy's side. And till the moment that they abandoned him, Roose would stay beside him. Maybe if the Gods be kind, the house Bolton would become even greater.

"Set up the catapults." Roose ordered calmly. His voice like steel and leaving no place for argument. It was either follow his command or join those he had slayed. It had always been his way; rule through fear. It's what was expected of someone from the prestigious house Bolton. Let alone the leader.

"Sound the horn." One of the men beside him raised a Lannister battle horn to his lips and blew. The sound resonated through the area and carried all the way across the ground.

Phase two of the plan was complete. Make the Lannister's believe reinforcements were on the way. When in actual fact it was a signal for the northerners lead by Robb to retreat back into the forest.

"Fire." With those simple words the large boulders covered in a thick black substance lit alight. The orange glow illuminated Roose's stern face in the darkness of the night. A crack of a rope and the creaking of wood sounded throughout the clearing as the catapults began moving.

The end holding the boulder moved upwards at quick speeds and allowed if load to fly through the air. The flaming boulders left a trail of flames in their wake as they tore clearly through the sky.

"Reload." Another load of boulders were placed upon the catapult. "Fire." Again the catapults wiped upwards and allowed their loads to tear through the sky.

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Robb Stark

Robb watched quietly from a hilltop nearby as the Lannister's lead by the Kingslayer charged past. He along with three thousand of his mounted men had left the trail and instead made quick haste towards the rest of the northern army. Meanwhile the remaining two thousand men lead by the Greatjon and his son, Smalljon carried on leading the Lannister's a stray.

He could see the catapults slamming into the Lannister camp on the western side of Riverrun. Five thousand men had begun making their way towards Riverrun to make sure to cut off any escape from the Lannister's, further up North there was the remaining five thousand Northerners which were waiting for Greatjon to lead the Lannister's right to them.

A flaming arrow flew into the air and Robb took a deep breath before raising his sword into the air. More sword were raised into the air before Robb began charging straight towards the rear of the Lannister host.

Like a knife through butter the Northerners cut through the rear completely shattering them as they once again disappeared into the tree line. Only to re-emerge once again as he cut a line straight through the centre of the Lannister army and disappeared into the shadows.

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Jamie Lannister

Jamie Lannister had realised something was wrong, oh so very wrong the moment he heard the unmistakable sound of cavalry slamming against armour. But he did not care and instead carried on charging after 'Robb.'

That feeling once again appeared when he heard the same thing, but only closer this time. Sparing a quick glance over his shoulder he saw Northern cavalry tearing through his army, led by the Young Wolf. He could only stare in shock as the boy he had been chasing had somehow managed to sneak up on him. But his momentary shock cost him greatly as he flung from his horse because it took a spear to the throat.

Rolling across the ground he saw Northerners charging at his army intent on fighting them. No, massacre them.

Getting to his feet he began swinging his sword round. Northerners fell to the grace and sharpness of his blade as he cut a path towards to Robb Stark. Vengeance was the only thing on his mind as he cut down yet another Northerner.

He vaguely made out the form of the Greatjon charging towards him before he was sent sprawling to the ground by a punch to the jaw.

"You don't look so tough Kingslayer." The arrogant drawl of Theon Greyjoy sounded from above him, but a kick to the face courtesy of the Greatjon stopped any retort from escaping his lips.

"Hahaha oh now ain't this such a pretty sight. The incest sister fucker, Jamie Lannister by a bunch of Northerners." The loud and boisterous voice of the Greatjon resided around the breaking the spirit of those few Lannister's that were alive surrendered instantly. If the Lannister's best swordsmen was beaten, what chance did they have?

"Put him in irons and throw him in a cell with his father." Robb's voice cut through the air, the demanding tone left little to no room for argument. Jamie whipped his head round and glared at the boy that captured his father. Robb however simply returned his glare with an impassive stare.

Smalljon moved forwards and was about to place the irons round Jamie's wrists only for a head to smash into his nose making him stumble backwards.

"Motherfucker." Smalljon grounded out while clutching his bleeding nose. His eyes however widened when his sword was ripped from its sheath and the Kingslayer charged towards Robb.

Two young boys got in front of Robb their swords draw. One steeped forward and swung his sword round intent on decapitating the Kingslayer, however the man in question parried the blade and returned with a slash to the boys neck. The attack struck true and the boy was sent to his knees clutching his throat.

Going with the motion Jamie dodged a swipe from the second boy and smashed the hilt of the blade into the side of the boys head sending him tumbling to the side, however he two fell to the ground courtesy of a blade to the face.

After dispatching of the two boys Jamie carried on his charge towards Robb only for multiple blades to be pressed against his skin. He saw them coming from the Greatjon, Theon, Dacey and a few other noble lords' sons. But his eyes were fixed on the glare of Robb Stark.

"Be careful of your next actions Lannister. If you choose wrongly I'm pretty sure Lord Karstark would be very thankful for been given the honour to remove your head from your neck." Robb growled.

"So they were his sons were they? I can't tell the difference between you all. If anything it could be said that you were all products of incest." Jamie drawled smoothly. Many glares were fixed upon his form after those words, but those glares disappeared into uproarious laughter.

"You're calling us products of incest. I guess you Lannister's would know all about that wouldn't you. After all didn't you fuck your sister Cersei and the bastard child on the throne is in fact your bastard son. Joffrey Hill. Has a nice ring to it don't you think?" Jamie's calm façade disappeared and instead was replaced by a murderous glare.

"I'll kill you."

"No you won't. After all you're my prisoners now. And after today I'll be marching upon Kings Landing and reminding the southerners and Joffrey Hill that Winter is Coming." Robb spoke loudly towards the end.

"King in the North!" The Northern army shouted out.

"Seems you've gone up in the world." Jamie observed. It was quite a daunting sight so many Northerners all following the command of a single person. He remembered the stories of old about the First Men. Savages that ruled the north. The Northerner's had been the only ones able to stand up to the Andals and the Targaryen's. It took the power of real life dragons to bring the north under heel and even then rebellions had been a common thing.

"I have and you've gone down. Soon the Lannister's will be simple cats, no longer lions. I shall ruin your entire family just like you have done to mine." Rob turned back to Smalljon. "Try out him in irons without injuring yourself." He teased getting a half-hearted glare from Smalljon.

"Even if you're a King your still a little shit to me." Smalljon shot back.

"Everyone's little to you." Theon spoke up. Robb smiled lightly. These were the times he missed. Even though it had only been a few months since he had called his fathers bannermen and declared war against the Lannister's, it seemed like a century since he got to act his actual age.

Back when he, Jon, Theon and Smalljon on the odd occasion when he was at Winterfell, would train and spar. Sometimes go into the town and in Theon's and Smalljon's case, go to there to have a fun time at the brothel.

And he missed them.

A/N: So yea, this is a re-uploaded chapter of the first and second part of Robb Stark: One True King into one single chapter.