(Game of Thrones) The Weirwood Wolf

(25) Stranger take you

( POV Asha Greyjoy )

It was a chilly night. The moon was high in the sky as I stood in the deck of the the Howling Wolf in front of my husband. He looked so beautiful in the moonlight. Oh how I wish he didn't have to go. I don't know what I would do if he didn't come back, what our child would do. My sword hand went to Red Rain at my side while my other went to my stomach. It had a noticeable bulge. A daughter. My first child any day now.

"Please husband don't go." I asked, I didn't beg I had too much pride to beg.

"You know I have to. If I can get the Hightower's to bend the knee to Robb then soon enough the Reach will become ours." He responded with annoying reason

"And how do you expect to convince the old man of anything? They say he hasn't left that blasted tower of his in years. He's been hold up in there since his daughter went mad." I questioned though I knew it was pointless. He's a stubborn old fool my husband.

"Be careful." I asked as I laid a hand on his face

"Always." He responded before leaning in close. Our kiss was short and all to soon it was over. I stared as he sailed his small long boat off towards the Hightower

I looked west towards the Arbor. Towards war.

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( POV Tyrion Lannister )

I sipped my wine. I lost count of which one this was. Third, forth, fifteenth. Who knew? I was well nearly finished my glass when I was summoned to the Small Council chambers. My small legs walked up the many stairs to the chamber. I was the last to arrive it seemed.

"So what is the emergency?" I questioned them as I hopped my way onto one of the chairs and poured myself yet another glass.

"My son has returned." Lord Tyrell said and by his tone I could tell that the White Rose didn't return victorious.

"Casualties?" I asked and lord Tyrell bristled while my Uncle Kaven responded

"Osmund Kettleback Knight of the Kings Guard- Dead. Dickon Tarly heir to Hornhill - Mortally wounded. Ser Addam Marband - Captured. Five thousand Tyrell Knights - Dead or captured. Six thousand Lannister Heavy Infantry - Dead or captured." He read from a list in a tired tone and I saw Lord Tarlys hand clench at the mention of his son.

"Let me get this straight. Two Kings Guard, one of the best commanders from the West one of the Best commanders from the Reach as well as fifteen thousand men went into the Kingswood?" I asked

"Yes your point?" Father asked, his tone clipped

"Only one Kings Guard and four thousand men escaped. We have been losing this War since the moment my mad nephew cut of Ned Starks head and now with the loss in the Kingswood Robb Stark could match his army to the gates unopposed." I said amazed

"We're all going to die." I said before gulping the rest of my wine

"Actually Dickon Tarly is likely to survive, if a bit impaired." Came the wheezing voice of Pycell

"Better dead than a cripple." Lord Tarly grunted as he glared his goblet as if the cup had crippled his son not the Northerners.

"Thank you for your input Master of Coin but unless you have a solution to our apparent 'doom' then shall we move on." Father said to me

"We could offer gold, a lordship and a pretty wife to any man who brings us the head of Robb Stark or his brothers." Kaven proposed

"Promises like that only work when your the richest house in Westeros and are winning the War. Currently we are neither." I reminded him. Uncle was too used to having the riches of Casterly Rock that he seems to forget that the Raynes control all that gold.