This chapter takes place just before Robb captures the Castle Of Crag.
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299 AC
CROWNLANDS
KING'S LANDING
TYRION LANNISTER
He was stood over the walls of King's Landing where hundreds of Lannister men, sellswords, and goldcloaks were all preparing for the coming battle.
Tyrion couldn't help but feel pride with what he had done. King's Landings defenses had been in shambles when he arrived, a thousand unruly corrupt goldcloaks and a couple of hundred Lannister guards were all that stood in Stannis Baratheon's way from claiming the Iron Throne but Tyrion had changed all that.
The capital was now guarded by the Stormbreakers, Iron Shields, Long Lances, Bright Banners and the Warrior's Sons. Those sellswords combined with two thousand soldiers from the Crownlands he was able to rally with promises of gold and positions. All in all it is about seven thousand men strong.
Even then, they were outnumbered more than five to one. He had confidence that the high walls of the city will held, if his plan with the Wildfire worked. He had also sent a raven to his father's position at Harrenhal immediately requesting for aid, but as of now he hadn't received any reply yet.
At least Tommen and Myrcella will be safe. Myrcella safe at Casterly Rock and Tommen at Rosby. So all hope will not be lost if by any chance the city fell to Stannis Baratheon. His father and his men can rally behind his youngest niece and nephew and continue to fight on.
Tyrion had spent the entire day ensuring the city defences were ready before finally falling into bed preparing himself for his sisters inevitable rage.
As expected Cersei had cursed and screamed at him before finally threatening to make him pay for 'taking her children away from her'.
He had ignored all her threats though as he had more important matters to take care of at present. "Your axe my lord" his squire Pod said handing him his small weapon.
"Thank you Pod, how do I look" he said trying to release some of the boy's tension.
Before his loyal squire had a chance to speak though Bronn entered his vision abrupt as usual. "Stannis's fleet has been spotted" the sellsword said harshly.
"Good, Bronn you know what to do" he said confidently watching the man leave without another word.
"My lord everyone is in place as you ordered" Lucifer Strong said fiercely his silver armour gleaming against the torches along the ramparts.
He turned to the waters of the Blackwater bay. It is very dark obscuring any vision but if his plan worked it will not be dark forever.
Slowly the silhouette of the enemy ships came into view. He turned towards the man standing beside him.
"Good ready the signal on my order" he said to the man who Tyrion had trusted with his plan.
Time seemed to slow down drastically as he watched the enemy fleet sail deeper and deeper into the bay before nodding to Strong to give the signal.
"Uncle where is the rest of my fleet" Joffrey shouted out childishly when he saw a handful of their ships sailing out against Stannis.
Turning to his nephew he smiled grimly and spoke loudly so all near them could hear. "Watch and see your grace!" He said 'Your Grace' sarcastically, before turning towards the Bay.
"I hope it works" He thought.
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299 AC
CROWNLANDS
BLACKWATER BAY/KING'S LANDING
STANNIS BARATHEON
He still could't believe that Renly, his own younger brother is dead! And by his own hand no less.
His brother who he had all but raised since their parents had died had been killed on his orders. An action he was beginning to regret more and more with each passing day. Despite the wrongs Renly had done; he couldn't help but remember the boy his brother used to be and think how their parents would have cursed and disowned Stannis for what he had done.
Pushing his regret and remorse aside for a time he looked at the Capital of the Seven Kingdoms, which rightfully belongs to him.
All his ships were in place. Before the attack his fleet had sunk at least twenty ships full of Sellswords that were bound for the city, no doubt to reinforce it. He had killed everyone of board, no matter how much mercy they pleaded or offered him to join his army and fight for him.
But Stannis didn't gave them any mercy. Sellsords are just like whores, they will pick the sides who can give them money, and they will turn on his army the moment he started to loose.
Before executing the Sellsords he had interrogated their captains and from their he had learned that Tyrion Lannister had hired a number of Sellswords companies from the free cities of Volantis and Pentos to reinforce the defences of Kings Landing.
His commanders have been concerned about this information but it doesn't matter to him anyway. The imp could hire the Unsullied of Astapor itself and it still wouldn't matter. He outnumber them, the city will fall to him no matter the cost.
He turned to look at Ser Davos, his Hand Of The King and second in command. His most faithful subject have protested in bringing the red woman with him, but Stannis have refused his request.
It still annoyed that some still doubted him and his decisions; he made a silent vow that if any still had doubts after Kings Landing fell that they would suffer for it.
Pushing his annoyance aside like he had his remorse he found himself now stood on the deck of his ship fully armoured while his two hundred strong fleet awaited his command.
"Give the signal" he said to Devan, his squire and son of Ser Davos, who nodded and blew the war horn he had around his small neck.
His fleet moved a moment later hundreds of oars crashing into the water driving his ships forward. Stannis could see a red glow from the lead ship as it led the Lysene pirate galleys and Myrish sellsails deeper and deeper into the harbour. He had wanted to send the lords of the Narrow Sea and Stormlands in first but after he allowed for Edric Storm to be burned by Melisandre who had told him that it would be wiser to send his sellsails first.
"They're sending ships against us" he heard a knight say loudly pointing to a handful of ships which were indeed sailing against his own.
Without needing the order the pirates and sellsails shot a wave of arrows against his enemy's ships but none seemed to meet a target as no scream or cry of pain were let loose.
"Archers" he heard Devan shout while pointing to a single flaming arrow that was heading straight for water near one of the Lannister ships.
Stannis watched confused as the flaming arrow pierced the open water silently before a green light engulfed everything throwing him from his feet.
Willing himself to his feet, he regained his footing just in time to see sixty or more ships burst into flames while a maniacal laugh seemed to echo across the water.
The laughter didn't last though before an ungodly cry of agony begun to ring out overshadowing all other cries of death drawing every eye to the ship that Melisandre once stood on.
It wasn't until Melisandre's scream had finally ended did Stannis snap out of his trance. "Signal the fleet we land there" he shouted out fiercely pointing to a patch of land that would have to suffice.
Grasping his sword tightly he was the first man to jump from the row boat onto the muddy piece of land he had ordered his army to land.
Turning left and right he was pleased to see that scores of other row boats were landing as well bringing with them hundreds of his men.
"With me" he shouted out strongly.
Without needing any further instruction the men of the Narrow Sea and Stormlands charged forward weapons drawn bound for a group of men rushing out from the River Gate.
The clash that followed was pure chaos; stabbing and hacking, slicing and swinging he didn't relent in his advance bringing down man after man. A stab to the chest for a men wearing Lannister red, a slice to the throat to a goldcloak and a swing to the neck of a man holding some sellsword banner; the process repeated itself over and over until he was caked in the blood of his fallen foes.
Receiving a respite for a few moments he took the opportunity to survey the surrounding area. A couple thousand of his men had landed now and were overpowering the defenders the imp had sent against them. Smiling slightly, his attention was drawn to the massive figure that was Sandor Clegane who had a half dozen dead bodies circling him while the man himself was glaring at the fiery water.
Before Stannis had a chance to charge for the new Kingsguard, he watched confused as the large man turned and run back towards the city with scores of goldcloaks following his example.
Despite his confusion at seeing the hound run like a coward Stannis pushed on ordering his men to finish off what resistance still remained outside the walls. With their overwhelming numbers, they quickly overran the feeble defenders slaughtering every Lannister sword still outside the city.
Looking upon the city walls he cursed internally at the sight of hundreds of archers who were raining down death on any who got to near. With his mind set on what needed to be done he turned and looked for any sign of Buckler and his half of the army.
Despite the deaths of thousands of his men Stannis couldn't help but let out a small smile at the sight of the other half of his army which was attempting to cross the river along a bridge made up of the smouldering remains of his fleet.
"Send word to Lord Buckler that he is take the Kings Gate" he said fiercely which led to a man rushing towards the lord of Bronzegate.
"With me, we end the bastards reign tonight" he shouted out louder than he had ever spoken leading to a roar of approval.
Moving through the mud and blood with his shield held high blocking the countless arrows that were raining down upon his army; his drive to win only grew stronger after he saw his men fall with arrows sticking from their bodies.
Reaching the River Gate he let out a relieved sigh when he looked around him and saw that the bulk of his forces had made it to the city walls unscathed.
"Your grace the ladders are being raised" Devan said a look of horror apparent upon the boys face.
Without saying a word Stannis turned and nodded at the sight of a dozen of his ladders clashing against the city walls while the sound of a ram smashing into the gate drew his full attention.
This is it he thought; as soon as the gates broke open his forces would crush the Lannister boy and his feeble army and Stannis would take his rightful seat.
Again and again he watched as the ram battered the now shaking gate while all around him men fell and died either from an enemy archer or from the walls above.
It was after the tenth strike of the gate was his attention taken by the sound of a fierce battle near the Kings Gate. Unable to leave his position he ordered the men nearest him to run to Buckler and find out what happened.
His ram had struck another half dozen times before one of the men he sent returned bloodier then when he left.
"Sellsword cavalry attacked Lord Bucklers flank my king" the man said out of breath. "Lord Buckler has stopped his attack on the kings gate for the time being while he deals with the foreigners"
Cursing loudly that Buckler hadn't been prepared for such an attack he turned quickly at the sound of the River Gate break open.
Without hesitation he grasped his sword tighter and charged through the breach intent on killing any who stood in his way.
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TYRION LANNISTER
Tyrion felt a mixture of horror and pride when he saw the wildfire engulf the bay. He had destroyed sixty or more of Stannis's ships greatly reducing the threat to the city in an instant but at what cost. Thousands of men had surely died, their deaths resting solely on Tyrion's shoulders.
Refusing to dwell on what had just happened or on the ungodly laugh and scream that had only just now been silenced; he looked out and cursed aloud when he saw the bulk of Stannis's fleet readying to land.
"Those were Saan's ships we burned, Baratheon must have sent his sellsails in first" Lucifer Strong said grimly pointing to a banner on one of the burning ships.
Pushing his anger aside for not waiting longer he looked out at the row boats heading towards land. "Clegane, Bywater you will take five hundred men each and kill those men before they reach the city walls" he shouted out fiercely.
Without hesitation the two men nodded and gathered their forces and rushed out the River gate towards Stannis and his men. Tyrion watched as his men clashed with Stannis's and for a split second he thought that perhaps Clegane and Bywater could drive Stannis back into the sea. His dream was crushed though as more and more of Stannis's men were landing and quickly overwhelming the cities defenders.
"My lord Ser Sandor is retreating" Pod said pointing to Clegane who was indeed rushing back to the city with scores of others. Confused, he looked for any sign of Bywater in the hopes that the commander of the city watch could rally the men. Again luck wasn't on his side as a few moments later he saw Bywater brought down by a sword to the chest and what remained of his men killed without mercy.
"Uncle do something" he heard Joffrey scream.
Ignoring his nephews childish outcries he shouted out as loud as he could "archers!"
Immediately hundreds of goldcloaks and sellswords stepped forward drawing their bows waiting for his command. "Fire" he shouted out when Stannis's men came within range. Again and again he gave the same order and again and again he watched as scores of men fell to their deaths.
"My lord, Stannis has reached the River gate and there is a host heading for the Kings gate" his cousin Lancel said coming to his side.
"Lord Strong" he called out bringing the sellsword commander to his side. "Take your men and reinforce the Kings Gate, signal the Long Lances whenever you deem necessary"
Receiving a nod from the man Tyrion turned his attention towards Ser Loran Hill the commander of the Redcloaks. "Ser Loran you have the wall shot down as many men as you can" he said before turning to Joffrey who had to Tyrion's surprise taken command of the archers and was firing upon their enemies.
"Your grace your with me, we will hold the River gate and finish the usurper once and for all" he said leaving no room for argument as a score of his Sellswords positioned themselves around Joffrey and his kingsguard ushering them to follow him.
Arriving at the River gate Tyrion had been concerned when he heard a ram battering the gate from the outside slowly weakening their defences. But what truely worried him was the fact that close to a third of the men he had placed near the gate had fled.
"When the Hound returned he started shouting that we stood no chance and fled into the city, many of the gold cloaks followed him" Ben Plumm commander of the Warrior's Sons said when he saw Tyrion look around.
Before Tyrion had the chance to respond though Ser Mandon Moore came rushing towards them. "My lord the Queen has sent me to bring King Joffrey to the Red Keep" the kingsguard said drawing dozens of eyes to him.
Tyrion couldn't help but shake his head at his sister's stupidity and was about to order the man away when Joffrey pushed himself through his guards. "My mother must have need of me, I must go and ensure that the Red Keep is secure" Joffrey said his face pale with fear.
Unwilling to argue with or chastise his cowardly nephew he simply nodded his permission so as not to draw further attention. His plan didn't work however as every eye fell upon Joffrey riding away from the battle like a coward.
He could see the looks of uncertainty and disgust on the men who remained and knew he needed to act quickly.
"Men" he shouted out.
"Outside this gate are men who would see you all die, see your mothers, your sisters, your wives and your daughters raped and killed. They would burn your homes and take everything that you hold dear. Are you willing to stand aside and let them have their way? Are you willing to allow for the seven to be destroyed replaced with some Red demon condemning us all to the seven hells!" By the time he finished speaking he was pleased to see every man was on their feet shouting his name ready for battle.
Pleased with what he had done he turned to Lancel and ordered his cousin to take a dozen Goldcloaks and rally as many of those who fled as he could and return as soon as possible.
Despite his fear and uncertainty Lancel nodded.
What happened next was pure carnage hundreds of men on both sides clashed and died their blood painting the stone streets red. To his relief however his unsullied had circled around him and were bringing down any who attempted to get to close.
Wherever he looked all he could see were men fighting and dying; Goldcloaks, Redcloaks, sellswords, Stormlanders and Crownlanders all fell lifeless to the ground.
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CROWNLANDS
KING'S LANDING
SANSA STARK
She turns sharply, and finds the Hound leaning against her wall. He is bloodstained and battle-weary, and now that she is paying attention she can smell the stink of him, the reek of wine not the sour Dornish that he prefers, but rather the sweeter Reach blend that is favoured at court.
"What are you doing here?" Sansa demands of him, drawing herself upright and fixes her posture as best she can. Despite his kindnesses to her, Sansa is still afraid of his angry eyes, of his horrid truths.
Instead of an angry retort that she had expected, he only sighed tiredly "I'm not here for long, I'm going"
Another bolt of terror lances through her he might be scary, but Joffrey thinks so too, and has heeded the Hound somewhat when the not-a-knight has told him to leave Sansa be. She will not have his protection if he is gone!
"Where?" She asked in a small voice.
"Someplace that isn’t burning" Finally he turns his face to look at her "North, might be, could be".
Is this a ploy? Is this what is it as simple as it sounds?
"What about the King?" Are they evacuating the city? Is she to be paraded in front of the Northern Host, to try and force Robb’s hand?
"… He can die just fine on his own," He answers her, taking a swig from a winepouch. "I can take you with me. Take you to Winterfell" She is frozen in place, and then he stands, and walks towards her. "I’ll keep you safe… Do you want to go home?"
"What a stupid question" she thinks "It’s all I’ve wanted since they took my Father’s head" She considers saying no.
" I'll be safe here" She parrots like a little bird from the Summer Isles "Stannis won’t hurt me" Of course, this is speculation, which is why she does not meet his eyes when she says it. She knows he doesn’t abide liars.
He steps forward, and she flinches back, holds a whimper tight between her teeth.
"Look at me" He demands. “Stannis is a killer. The Lannisters are killers. Your father was a killer. Your brother is a killer. Your sons will be killers someday. The world is built by killers. So you better get used to looking at them”.
No her brother is not a killer, Robb is not a killer, he is fighting for justice and her release. She tells him so and he laughs, but it was a cold humourless laugh.
He looks at her in pity "Little bird you don't know what your brother is doing to the West".
Sansa wants to ask what he means by that, but for some reason she doesn't, perhaps the grave expression on her face stops her from doing so.
She stares up in to those hurt grey eyes. She knows that Sandor Clegane will do everything in his power to keep her safe , has already done so as best he could, in this thrice damned viper pit "But you won’t hurt me" she says, a fact.
“No, little bird, I won’t hurt you.” He turns and walks to her door,to leave and she panics. She can't survive alone in the Capital, the Hound, no matter how cruel he was, was he last hope for survival.
She quickly stops him when she says.
"Please don't leave me alone, please"
"Then come with me" The Hound says looking her in the eye. She nodded quickly.
"Let me pack? I’ll be quick"
She grabs the cloak he gave her and a pack, some food, a waterskin, an old Northern dress that she can resew, a dagger that Shae had slipped her, a shawl, her needles and thread, some socks and paddings, a pair of gloves and a comb. She digs around to find coin and some of the jewels the Queen had lent her, and places the doll her father had given her on top.
"Will this do?" She asks, pulling on a pair of boots she’d been making for Winter. He has spent the five minutes it took her to pack staring, as though he wasn’t sure if he was not dreaming.
"Aye, little bird, it’ll do. Let’s go"
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STANNIS BARATHEON
He was so close, so close to victory that he can taste it.
While his forces had suffered heavy casualties particularly the death of the Red Woman, but it was a necessary sacrifice for his victory.
The Mud Gate has been weakened severely and it is only a matter of minutes before it will fall, same can be said for the King's Gate who defenders have been whittled down.
But before that can happen, a horn blasted from his rear.
He turned to look behind him and to his shock and anger he saw tens of thousands of mounted soldiers carrying the banners of Lions and Roses struck his army's rear cutting through his men with ease.
He tried to rally his men, to fight to the last, but it was a futile attempt as the tide of battle turned against him.
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CROWNLANDS
KING'S LANDING
LORAS TYRELL
Despite the fact that thousands lay dead around him and men were screaming and dying in droves Loras couldn't help but smile wide when he saw his brother's banner.
Bringing himself back to the matter at hand, once more he looked to the distance and to his pleasure he saw that the fighting had finally reached Stannis Baratheon.
He has been waiting for this moment since Renly's death at the hand of that Witch King Stannis. Today he going to Kill the false King and end his reign of terror once and for all.
He has worn Renly's armour, as a symbol of revenge for his dead lover. He may have pledged his fealty to Joffrey Baratheon, but he is going to fight in Renly's name, until his killer is dead.
Taking one last look around him he nodded as his squire and the mounted knights Loras had asked for were close at hand as were his guards all waiting for him to move. Without saying a word he spurred his horse forward intent on reaching Stannis before any other.
Riding forward slashing left and right as he went he looked to his right flank and smiled as he saw the Tyrell/Lannister forces breaking the Baratheon left with countless of their forces either being taken down or surrendering.
On he went hacking left at a man wearing Estermont colors before slashing right at some Stormland knight's unprotected face before riding down a man from the Narrow Sea who was pulling arrows from fallen soldiers.
It was after what felt likes days riding and cutting down men left and right did Loras finally come into view of Stannis Baratheon. The old lord was on foot and in a heated duel with a Lannister Knight who despite his youth seemed to be breathless against the Old Stag.
He watched in anger as the Witch King cut down the Lannister Knight with a slash to the throat. Before he got the chance to ride for the man however he felt his horse shake violently before the beast seemed to lose all control and topple over. Freeing himself just in time before his horse came crashing to the ground with a large spear sticking from its side.
Jumping to his feet he met eyes with the man responsible for his horse's death just before he brought up his shield to block the frenzy of attacks the burly Knight wearing Morrigen colour was inflicting upon him.
Strike after strike he lifted his shield up until it could take no more and Loras had to throw it to the muddy ground a shattered mess. Grasping his sword with two hands now Loras began his own attacks slashing and stabbing with as much speed as he could trying to bring down the large knight. To his annoyance however the knight was much faster that a man his size should be. For every strike that Loras landed the Stormlord landed one in return.
It was only after both he and the knight were bloody and weary did Loras finally get his opportunity, the Stormland knight lost his footing in the mud soaked ground and stumbled slightly. Taking his chance Loras rushed forward using his weight to knock the man further off balance long enough for him to drive his sword in the man's unguarded stomach.
Loras watched as the large knight drop his sword and move his hands to his stomach to stem the tide of his bleeding wound. Without thinking Loras drove his sword once more into the knight through armor, skin and bone before finally piercing the man's heart killing him instantly.
Withdrawing his bloody sword Loras enjoyed a respite before once more making his way for the Baratheon King before once more being blocked.
"Ser Loras your bleeding, we should take you to the rear" Leo Forrosway, his squire, said standing in his way.
Noticing for the first time how bad his bleeding truly was; he for a single moment considered following his friends suggestion before thinking about how the sight of him fleeing while others fought on in his name would truly look.
"I'm fine, it's time to end this!" He said fiercely leaving no room for debate. He was going to kill Stannis. He will not allow anyone else to take the pleasure.
Moving out from the circle he ran with as much speed as he had left bringing down his sword just in time to stop Stannis from killing another Lannister man who had fallen to his knees before the Lord Of Dragonstone.
He met the cold blue eyes of Stannis he watched as the false King's eyes widened for a few moments.
"Renly" Stannis whispered, voice filled with hurt, anger and sadness.
For a brief moment Loras remembered the death of Renly and all the chaos that had been wrought at this evil man's command.
Thinking about this Loras swung his sword hard and fast countless times pushing Baratheon further and further back cutting him a dozen times as he went. With blood now pouring out from the man's broken armor The Knight Of Flowers could tell that their duel was close to ending. It only took another stab to the arm followed by a slash to the leg before the Lord Of The Narrow Sea laid a bloody mess on the muddied ground struggling to get to his feet once more.
Loras looked at the man with nothing but hatred for several moments before the vile man finally spoke his voice strong despite his injuries "do it!"
Loras was all to happy to oblige as he drove his sword through Stannis's chest, just as he promised he would, and watched as the light left his enemy's eyes.
"You are avenged Renly" Loras thought with tears of sadness streaming down his face.
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CROWNLANDS
KING'S LANDING
TYWIN LANNISTER
Tywin Lannister, smiled for the first time since this war had started. He had to accept that Littlefinger had done a very good job in securing the alliance with the Tyrell after Renly's death.
After he learned about Stannis's approaching attack on King's Landing and the alliance between the Iron Throne and House Tyrell, he had marched his host south. Near the headwaters of the Blackwater Rush where he joined up with Lords Mathis Rowan and Randyll Tarly, from where they force a march to Tumbler Falls where they find Lord Mace Tyrell and his sons with their huge host and a fleet of barges.
Then Together, the Lannisters and the Tyrells float down the river to disembark half a day's ride from the capital. They arrived at the battle scene just in time, as the reports says that the Mud Gate was about to collapse moments before their arrival.
They took Stannis' army unaware from the rear. Tywin lead the right wing on the north side of the river, while Randyll Tarly commands the center and Mace Tyrell the left. However, it is their vanguard, led by Ser Loras Tyrell, which plunges through Stannis' army and according to reports it was Ser Loras who killed Ser Guyard Morrigen, who leads Stannis' van.
Ser Loras, after taking permission from him had dressed himself in the recognizable armor of the deceased false King Renly Baratheon to ride in battle.
It actually worked as many of Stannis's former supporters, convinced that it was Renly's ghost who has returned to take revenge, and abandoned Stannis immediately. As it was widely known that it was him who killed his brother Renly.
Tywin rode his steed through the carnage, his own sword bloodied and his armor stained. He'd only claimed one kill this battle, a Stormlander that managed to break through his guards. He'd died easily enough with a blade through his eye.
The horse under him, a well-trained beast, trots easily through the main thoroughfare of the city towards Maegor's Holdfast. It winds its way past many scenes that would be the climax of stories told throughout the inns of the realm for years to come, but he was not seeking a climax to the war here.
He entered the Royal Throne room where his daughter the queen regent Cersei Lannister was sitting together with his eldest grandson, the King.
Tywin felt annoyance at his grandson's cowardly behaviour, he is a Lannister of Casterly Rock, he should have been outside and not in a room full with simpering women. Sure he is too important to take part in the battle but at least be should have watched the battle from the ramparts. It would not do to have the King out of the fight, it would lower the moral.
Pushing his annoyance he nodded at his daughter and grandson before loudly declaring "The Battle is over, we have Won. The false King is no more".
His words is met by delightful cheers from the room. As everyone celebrated their Victory.
The Battle is over. The capital of the Seven Kingdoms is secure now.
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BATTLE OF BLACKWATER
COMBATANTS:-
House Baratheon of Stromlands under King Stannis Baratheon - 35,000 men.
Infantry :- 28,000 men
Cavalry:- 7,000 men.
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House Baratheon of King's Landing under King Joffrey Baratheon and Lord Tyrion Lannister - 7000 men
Infantry- 6,500 men
Cavalry- 500 men.
House Lannister/ House Tyrell (Reinforcements) - 60,000 men.
Infantry- 45,000 men.
Cavalry- 15,00 men.
Result - Uneven Victory for the Iron Throne. Death of King Stannis Baratheon. Subjugation of Stormlands.
Casualties :-
House Baratheon of Stormland- More than 20,000 men dead and wounded and the rest scattered or switched sides (Massive).
House Lannister- More than 10,000 men dead and wounded (Moderate).
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And done!
So both Stannis and his Red Woman/Witch is dead. I know many of you will be angry that I killed Stannis so early, but you see their isn't much plot left for Stannis in this story. In the Books Stannis is important because he helps in liberating the North from the Iron Born and the Boltons, which obviously isn't going to happen in this story so yeah Stannis is dead. But don't worry Ser Davos Seaworth is alive and well and so is princess Shireen Baratheon we will see them soon.
And the most important is that unlike Canon Sansa agrees with Sandor and both of them escapes King's Landing. The reason is that unlike the show and books Sansa and Arya are close in this story, it is actually explained in the first chapter of this story.
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