From Winter To Summer and Winter Again 3

Part 4

Once again the Lord's were screaming to each other. Their words had long become incoherent, echoing a loud hum throughout the tent. Each would point down to the map that laid across the table, some would throw the wooden sigils across the small space. The extreme dramatics went on for hours. Rhaenyra could see the frustration settle into her husband's face. These men were to be his advisors, but here they were arguing between each other rather than offering support.

She fiddled with her sleeve as she continued to ignore their talks, she mindlessly looked toward the map of Westeros thinking of the places she had traveled to or wanted to travel to. A perk of being at war, getting to see the country. Her thoughts were interrupted as Theon flipped the map over, the sound of the wooden sigils disrupting the unnoticed silence. Rhaenyra stood from her seat between her father and good mother. She looked to see her husband whispering calmly to a man who was detained by two guards. He was a spy.

A Lannister spy.

Rhaenyra watched as Robb's eyes went cold as each word slipped. Her eyes followed him as he quickly left the tent, leaving her stranded with the Northern Lords and what little family was present. Murmurs spread through the small tent, whispers of her husband's wrong actions. The low words were interrupted by Greatjon Umber hollering.

"Foolish boy! He dare let a Lannister ally leave? How thick can he be? Tywin is preparing how to strike! The Kingslayer will know what to be ready for! Stupid boy!" Rhaenyra continued to look toward the spot where her husband once stood.

She spoke, "Lord Umber. If you call my husband a boy again I will not only take your tongue but your head as I promised. Do you understand? He is your Lord, the man leading you to battle, but you disrespect him as if he were a horse's ass. Don't speak ill of the wolves." Rhaenyra exited, ignoring the shocked silence that erupted in the tent. She quickly made haste toward her family's tent, knowing Robb wanted to see their children.

"Why did you follow me?" She slowed her steps, dropping her skirts from her hand as she caught sight of him leaning against post. His hand rested against the hilt of his sword, the other anxiously pushing through his curls.

"Because you needed me to." Rhaenyra slowly walked to him, pulling his hand away from his sword. She intertwined their fingers and brought the back of his gloved hand to her lips. "You were going to see our sons?"

"Our children help me keep my sanity." His free hand rested on her shoulder, his blue eyes met hers. "And you as well." He brought her to his chest. Rhaenyra giggled as her cheek pressed against the freezing breastplate.

She sighed, "You need to decide where we will strike. You can't just leave like that." She pushed away, looking up to him with a desperate look.

"I can," Robb spoke.

"Robb," she reached him and gripped the fur around his cloak. "Be serious. The quicker we are with this, the quicker we win."

His gloved hand dropped from her shoulder, the other still encased in hers. "Fine. I still need to see my sons," he tugged her arm to continue their walk. "Our options are Tywin or the Kingslayer."

"Simple, the Kingslayer. Attacking him will weaken Tywin's morale, weakening the Lannister's army as a whole. Either way, the lion gets attacked by the wolf, losing the respect of his army."

Robb nodded, stopping as he did. "If we attack Tywin-"

"If we attack Twyin we will not have enough men to sack King's Landing."

He frowned, "To attack either we need to cross the river."

"Simple, we will get Frey support."