Part 2,

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Jason's Pov, 


Some Weeks Later,

Walking through the many and I mean many tents I keep my head up high as I walk towards Father's tent, they have been fucking fools. Jaime attacked Lord Stark and after that fled this way, my father has send his dog The Mountain to raid the Riverlands and now soon Robb Stark will mix into this war his mother is a Tully they will fight together but we hold more men than they do combinend. 

"hmm? You're blessed with abilities that few men possess. You are blessed to belong to the most powerful family in the kingdoms. And you are still blessed with youth. And what have you done with these blessings, huh? You've served as a glorified bodyguard for two kings. One a madman, the other a drunk. The future of our family will be determined in these next few months. We could establish a dynasty that will last a thousand years. Or we could collapse into nothing, as the Targaryens did. I need you to become a man you were always meant to be. Not next year. Not tomorrow. Now, Just like your brother do you not see the future of our house depends on you and him, not Tyrion, Not Cersei you and Jason are my future and legacy." I hear father speak as I walk into the tent and see him with is hand on Jaime's cheek. 


"Give me 2500." I say as I place my hands behind me back making both heads turn in my direction. "2500 what? You have gold to swim in for years." Father says as he turns in my direction and I give him a nod. " The Tully's are getting ready even with the Mountain bringing chaos to the Riverland's. Give me 2500 riders and I will go behind them cut off any reingforgments  they may call upon." I say as I keep my head high making father pull away from Jaime as he looks at me. 

"And what happens when they overrun you? A second Lannister in chains no Jason you will remai-" He starts but I soon cut him off. "Did you not just now speak of the men we need to become not next year, not next month but now I need you to put some faith in me these men of the Riverlands we can win from them I will show them how big the teeth of a Lion are."


"You are my heir what will happen when you fall? You wish for your brother who whore's around all day to become heir?" He says and I shake my head.  It is not common the younger son becomes heir but my father and Tyrion I do not even wish to begin about the relationship those two have because it is not a pretty one. 


"Because I am your heir I must fight, give me this chance and I will not let you down." I say and he walks back over to the buck before he starts to skin it again. "Both of you ready your men." He says and I let a grin appear on my face. 


"As you wish." I say as I quickly walk out of the tent again and let my eyes move through the camp. I get to lead 2500 riders myself it is a lot of cavelry but I need to get behind them and quickly, also if it does come down to a fight caverly is better then footmen look at the fucking Dothraki now we do not hold Dothraki but we do hold the Sarsfield who are mounted arches and they have brought 500 men with them mounted and ready for war. I will take them with me and for the rest I think just or own men I do not wish to have some Lord whisper in my ear what I should and should not do. 


"Did you hit your head?" Jaime asks as he walks over and I raise my brow at him. "I could ask you the same attacking Lord Stark, Jaime... Jaime... Jaime and here I thought you had a little more brains." I say with a shake of my head as we walk through the camp together. 

"You are the one who thinks he can with a war with 2500 riders. And  brains did you forget they have our brother." He says as he grabs my shoulder and makes us come to a stop. "No I did not forget thet have Tyrion but attacking Eddard Stark in the middle of the fucking street? You should have used your head and capture him trade him for Tyrion not attack the King's best friend and the husband of the woman who holds our brother now go ready your men we have many things to do." I say as I look at him and he let's a small smile creep on his face. 

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