Treacherous // Podrick Payne

5. Win a war

'I will take my men and march them home!' Umber declared. Robb stared back at him, anger rising in his chest.

'You are welcome to do so Lord Umber.' Robb said calmly, 'But after I am done dealing with the Lannister's I will march back Lord North and push you out of your keep.' he said rising up from the spot 'and hang you for an oath breaker.'

'Oath breaker!' Umber shot up outraged umbers men rose as well. Theon rose too ready for a fight but Gray attacked lunging at the man.

'My father told me it was a crime to go against your lord but Grey only meant to cut my meat for me.' Robb said confidently as his wolf came back to his side.

Theon knew the only way they were going to win this was if everyone followed Robb's game plan, they would beat the lannister's together. But no one wanted to listen to the youngest man in the room.

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'Do you deny your father's crime?" Petyr questioned.

"No, My Lords. We know he must be punished. All I ask is mercy. I know my Lord Father must regret what he did. He was King Robert's friend and he loved him. You all know he loved him. He never wanted to be Hand until the King asked him. They must have lied to him, Lord Renly or Lord Stannis or somebody. They must have lied!" Sansa spoke truthfully and honestly, begging for her father.

"Your father said I wasn't the King. Why did he say that?"  Joffrey shouted

"He was badly hurt. Maester Pycelle was giving him milk of the poppy. He wasn't himself. Otherwise he never would have said it." Sansa pleaded.

"A child's faith. Such sweet innocence. And yet they say wisdom oft comes from the mouths of babes." Varys said solemnly.

"Treason is treason!" pycelle declared.

"Anything else?" Joffrey sat pompously in the iron throne.

"If you still have any affection in your heart for me please do me this kindness, Your Grace."  Joffrey leaned back in his chair debating sansa's words.

  "Your sweet words have moved me. But your father has to confess. He has to confess and say that I'm the King. Or there'll be no mercy for him."

  "He will." Sansa assured.

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"What is going on out here?" Tywin demanded.

"Back off grandpa this doesn't affect you." Storm hissed.

"These are my camps." Tywin corrected.

"We are leaving." Storm grabbed Five's arm. "Get us home." She hissed.

"I can't.' Five told her bouncing around. "Something is off."

"No shit we are in 298 AC, triple digits honey. I need air conditioning and the Supernatural finale." Storm told him.

"Not concerned about our family, just fictional shows?" Five asked with a smirk.

"I'm stressed I can't think straight." Storm shouted as she paced back and forth.

"You do remember why we left 2019?" Five countered. "We were going to die, the apocalypse was upon us, or did you forget why I had to damn near kill myself to get us out of there." Five shouted. Tywin stared down at them.

"Where did you say you were from?"

"Not this world, that's for sure." Storm spat. "FIVE!" she whined.

"I can't. I don't even know where here is!" Five reminded her and Storm looked to Tywin.

"Where are we?"

"Westeros." Tywin told her confused.

"What the fuck is westeros?" Storm countered. "Something French?" she offered.

"Casterly Rock." Tywin told her. But Storm still shook her head.

"Five?"

"I have no clue."

"You mean, not only are we in the fucking stone age but we are in a whole other realm?" Storm questioned.

"Who are you?" Tywin questioned.

"Storm. Five." She pointed between them. "Get us home." Storm begged looking back to five.

"I can't my temporal jumps are one thing but, I don't even know how I got us here!''

"Where is Allison and luther, vonya, kluas, Diego!'

"I DON'T KNOW!" Five shouted back.

"STOP SAYING YOU DON'T KNOW!' Storm countered.

''STOP SHOUTING!'

''YOU ARE SHOUTING!" Storm retorted.

"Are you doing this?" Tywin questioned pointing to the clouds. It has been a crisp clear day.

"Oh." Storm whispered and waved a hand, the clouds parted easily. He couldn't believe his eyes.

"How would you like to help us win a war?" Tywin questioned.

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'The riverrunns are cutting back with Lord Tywin Lannister at the heels.' Robb said exasperatedly 'they have a second Lannister army coming from the south our scouts confirmed is even larger than the king slayers.'

'Our best hope, our only hope,' Catelyn told him 'is that you can defeat them in the field.'

'And if I lose?' Robb countered

'If you lose your father dies.' Catelyn told him 'your sisters die... we die.'

'Well that makes it simple then.' Robb told them.