Thread: A Dragon Queen and Wolf King (Myself and Fantasy)

It took less than an hour to seize control of the Castle, and once they had done so and gathered those left alive into the Great Hall-that mainly being women, children and servants-the bulk of his forces that had entered the castle through the windows marched out the front gates and to the rear of the Lannister forces as they acted like the hammer to Edmure's anvil. After which they would go on to siege the city of Lannisport and rid it of Lannisters as well. The Port Town offered a great advantage in the war, that along with the wealth the house of Casterly Rock had would fund the war quite nicely as well as limit Lannister Power in the Realms. Robb began making a list of what Lannisters he had in his possession and who now lay dead throughout the Castle. It was important to check if he had any precious gems House Lannister would care for, and if any were worth trading for Sansa-someone both he and his sister Arya wanted back. That was the only good thing that came from heading to The Twins, having his sister delivered to him by The Hound while he was there he had to remember that he had a debt to pay the man and at least now with the Lannister fortune he could do so. However, he was never one to care about familial ties of other houses or who hated who or would die for who so he wasn't really sure if there was anyone here Tywin would hand him Sansa for. His thoughts left future plans however as he set his eyes on someone that was clearly not a Lannister, nor one of their servants. She looked of nobility, dressing like his mother or Sansa would in a gown that screamed restricting and barely breathable. He wondered if she was from one of the Lannisters Vassal Houses. You're obviously not a gold pelted Lion so tell me, are you a wreath, boar, beetle, unicorn, jester? he asked as he tried to name a few of the house sigils of the Westerlands. With the attack on Dragonstone a success it wasn't long before the bodies of the dead were rid of and preparations to turn the Castle into a sort of non-combatant sanctuary for her forces during the war were started. She also sent out word to the Vassal Houses Bar Emmon, Celtigar and Velaryon that her house was now in command once again, of course they knew of her coming and was soon to join her forces it was still a formality of court, something her advisers seemed to make sure she did correctly. Anyone left alive from the siege of Dragonstone was taken to the Great Hall, though it was only about three dozen or so and most of them were children or women. Once everything was secured and understood here she would move forward to Kingslanding to lay siege with the rest of her forces. She hoped the rest of her armies in the south and North of Westeros were fairing the same as she sat in her house seat in the Great Hall. To anyone else the seat and the castle itself would feel cold and lifeless but to her it felt warm and bursting with a power she had never felt before and wondered if this was what it felt like to be close to where she truly belonged. She wondered how great it would feel to sit upon the Iron throne as well and if she would feel even more at home there than she did here at Dragonstone. As her eyes scanned the room of worried faces of the servants and families of former guards of the castle they fell on one face that stuck out among the rest the most. A raven-haired man dressed in black furs and cloth with his hands bound behind his back stood beside a group her her soldiers. Who is that man? she asked Lord Sunglass that had traveled back to Westeros with her after fleeing a few months prior from here to Volantis and had now become a sort of adviser on recent affairs in the Seven Kingdoms. He's a member of the Night's Watch, it seems the guards were about to execute him for deserting before the attack. We're waiting on your orders to do the same. You, come forward, what is your name? She asked loud enough for Jon to hear her.