THE NORTHERN CRUSADE

JUDGEMENTS

300 AC

CROWNLANDS

KING'S LANDING

ROBB STARK

"All hail His Grace, Robb, the First of His Name, of the House Stark, King in the North, King in the South, King of the Andals, the Rhoynar, and the First Men, Lord of the Seven Kingdoms and Protector of the realm." As his cousin finished reading his titles, the rest of the court, dropped to one knee and watched him ascend the Iron Throne. And once he had seated himself, Robb gestured with his hand, and the court rose to their feet.

It had been a month since he had captured King's Landing, and much work had been done to improve the Capital. The most important work being, was to remove the Wildfire catches safely out of the city.

His lords had been shocked when Robb had told them about Ser Jaime's story and the Wildfire catches hidden inside the city.

Robb had instructed his Lords and his men to remove the Wildfire discreetly, to prevent mass panic outside the city, as it will hinder in removing the barrels safely

His actions in neutralising the threat, of Wildfire, with such speed and precision had earned Robb not only the admiration and respect of his men but also his former enemies, who had all bent the knee.

After the Wildfire incident had been resolved, Robb had been officially crowned by the High Septon as the King Of The Seven Kingdoms.

While Robb's main crowning ceremony was held at the Great Sept Of Baelor, he had also insisted for a small ceremony at The Goodswood of King's Landing, to remind the people of his northern heritage.

Robb shook himself out of his thoughts, and looked at the sea of nobles, who have all gathered to hear his judgements.

Most of the men in the court were Northern Lords and River Lords, men who have accompanied him since the very start of this war.

But there are also the Lords Of The Crownlands, Stormlands, Westerlands, Reach and The Narrow Sea. These are the men who have all bent their knees to him, pledging their loyalty.

Robb didn't trust them one bit, afterall words are wind. And there is no guarantee that they will not rise up against him, if given the chance.

With that in thought he began to speak.

"Rise my lords and ladies" Robb started his voice loud and strong. "The war which has caused so many death and destruction is at long last over!"

A massive cheer the likes of which Robb had never heard went up then with cries of joy and cheers of celebration shaking the very walls of the castle. He allowed for it to continue for several moments before holding up his hand to call for silence.

"We shall today accept obeisances and oaths of fealty and allegiance from our subjects," Robb called. "But we shall first pronounce our royal judgment on those traitors and criminals who conspired in the murder of the late King Robert and our own lord father, and violated the King's Peace, plunging the realm into war."

Everyone in court knew to whom he was referring. Just last night Uncle Brynden and Sandor Clegane had arrived from the Harrenhal, bringing every last prisoners of war.

His mother and sister Sansa had brought princess Myrcella Baratheon, with them. While the Tyrells had seized Tommen Baratheon and his protector Ser Arys Oakheart.

Robb turned towards Wulfric and nodded.

His cousin, who was unofficial working as a herald, nodded back, before he turned back and began to address the court.