game of thrones X male reader (knights of the round table)

The roses come

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Gran POV

Looking down from the top of a cliff I could see the golden rose on a field of green banners march there way towards us, there were definitely tens of thousands of men in this large army, more than I could even hope to count but at least we know who our enemy is. I turned my head back to look at the four other scouts that came with us me.

Gran:"we will ride back to Storms end, and report what we have seen to ser Balinor."

I then stirred my horse around as did the men with me and the five of us then made our way back to the castle where we will make our stand but while we were making our way back I was not sure if all of the preparations that we made will be enough to repel this army, we only have five hundred or so men where they have what looks like over ten thousand men ready for battle. All that I could do was hope that ser Balinor plan and preparations will be enough, what am I think, of course it will be enough, it was his idea. I had hoped that the rain from last night will slow them down on the muddy road but I was still unsure about that, I did think that maybe I could block the path but I had no real way to do that with the time that we have. While rushing through the path I had passed by my parents old farm which seemed to be doing well, nothing much had changed since I left to be the squire of Ser Balinor. I offered for them to retire from this land, sell it and come live on my land now, they could even call themselves minor nobles but they refused saying this was their home. After several days of marching through the Storm lands we saw Storms end off in the distance and Ser Balinor had not be lying down while we were gone as more trees had been cut down with the makeshift wooden wall in front of the stone wall being finished. Marching past the large trenches with sharpened wooden spikes in them I could not think of anyone who would launch an attack, just to reached the gate one would have to go through the winding path that at times would mean that a man walking on it would have there backs to our archers. When we at last reached the gates they were now opened and we came in and once on the bridge leading into the inner castle.

Balinor:"So, how many men are we up against?"

I looked down to ser Balinor, as I got off of my horse and it was being taken back to the stables.

Gran:"I could not count that high, but at the best for us there was ten thousand of them."

Balinor:"Fuck, that is not good, we only have five hundred and fifty men."

He then looked his head up at the first Gate house of Storms end and then looked at the top of the large tower in the middle of the inner walls which he had orders a trebuchet be built on top of it with many large rocks being brought up to the roof of the castle that I was worried that the roof would fall down.

Balinor:"How long away are they?"

Gran:"They are a few days away, I would say that we might have two, maybe three days, sorry I am not that good at fussing marching army's."

Balinor:"it is fine, most of the time when saying things like this it is usually a guess."

Ser, Balinor then turned to look at the men that had gathered around us.

Balinor:"right, listen up we do not have much more time to let's keep preparing, some of the towers still need scorpion them! And the spiked ditch path could me much bigger!"