THE NORTHERN CRUSADE

THE CHANGE OF TIDE- PART 3: SIEGE OF LANNISPORT AND CASTERLY ROCK

Robb smiled. "You know where we are, Kingslayer. You know what is about to happen, so I'll be brief. I am going to make you watch as I take your home from you."

Jaime shot a smirk right back. "I wish you luck. The Rock has never been taken. And I don't think you have the men to even try. You're walking into a slaughter."

"That's what you and your father thought when I raced to capture you at Riverrun, or when I took the Golden Tooth and Ashemark" He said looking the Oathbreaker in the eye "And now the entire Westerlands lies at my knees, and with Casterly Rock it will be at my heel".

Jaime shrugged. "You got lucky and won a few battles. My father isn't a fool to fall for the same trick twice. You think he's just left his home undefended?"

Robb shook his head. "Your father is on the other side of Westeros, trying to keep your bastard son's arse on the Iron Throne. He can't help you now. A lesson for you Lannisters: Winter has come for you."

At that, Robb turned to leave, but Jaime called out, "You aren't a conqueror, boy! You're just a child a long way from home. If you ever want to see it again, you'll leave now while you still can!" The chains binding Jaime rattled as he strained against them, but Robb ignored his taunts and rattling as he stepped back.

Robb looked at the guard on duty, Ser Marq Piper, who was still slightly sore from the Ashemark and would serve better as a guard for this battle than fighting. "When we take the Rock, I want you to take command of the Kingslayer and have him watch our victory."

Ser Marq bowed. "Of course, Your Grace. It would be an honor."

Returning to his tent, Robb had his squire, Olyvar Frey, armor him up for the coming battle. Robb couldn't help but feel a little excited, because he knows that if he successfully captures the Rock his name would forever be immortalised in history. While Robb isn't someone who fights or seeks for glory, it would still be a military achievement worthy of songs, greater than even the Battle Of The Trident or Battle Of Redgrass Field.

But despite his confidence in his plan, and excitement of the coming battle Robb couldn't help but fell a little apprehension. It wasn't fear, no, he wasn't afraid of dying but the feeling of doubt still lingered in back of his mind.

"Stop it" he chided himself "you're just letting the Kingslayer's words get to you".

Before he saddled up, Robb caught sight of his lover Dacey who had a solemn expression on her face. He approached her.

"Bear" He said softly looking at her with loving eyes.

"Wolf" She murmured in return.

"Don't fear my love we will prevail" He said before leaning towards her "And tonight we will make love in lord Tywin's personal chambers" He said seductively causing her to blush prettily, as if she was still a maiden.

"I hope so" She said with a shaky smile before Robb leaned forward and pressed a firm kiss on her mouth, savoring her taste.

He then turned towards his horse and jumped into his saddle. Taking a deep breath and headed out on his mount in the front of his army Grey Wind right beside him. He turned to his men and took deep breathe, before taking his sword out of his scabbard and raising it into the air.