Chapter 32: Behold the Unveiling
"How goes the movement of supplies and how many men at arms did the gathered lords bring compared to levies?"
Thundering footsteps echo within the halls of Moat Cailin as Jon Strode through its lengthy corridors and towards the main hall.
"A direct protected supply line has been formed but our allied force has well over enough rations on hand to supply everyone with a normal supply of food for a month at the least without rationing. The gathered lords brought twelve thousand men at arms from what we can gather and just over forty thousand levies raised from the North as a whole. If combined with our forces then we have a total of…"
Before Loran could finish with his words, a soldier rushed forward with haste holding a scroll and with a panicked look upon his face. Jon quickly took it and opened it to see what news was so dire before gripping it so tightly before it almost tore
"Damn that sly fucking old lion! He made a fool of me for all the realms to see!"
Jon slammed a closed fist sideways onto the hard stone wall as dust and tiny bits of stone fell to the floor from the force. Loran, seeing what the scroll entailed, adjusted his numbers in his head before continuing.
"With the estimations and what we have recently heard. We will have just over twenty thousand infantry. Roughly ten thousand cavalry, and twelve thousand archers. Added together with the levies, it'll give us a fighting force of eighty two thousand give or take a hundred."
Jon was furious. Tywin Lannister was no fool, that was a sure conclusion at this point, with the help of pirates and sellswords companies with a mutual understanding of being paid and having at any loot available, Tywin had launched a naval assault on cargo ships. As the battle went on the sea, Tywin soon learned that he had to sink the ships or lose the battle and that is exactly what he did. He left thousands of Jon's soldiers struggling to swim only to be shot at by arrows abroad the combined force Tywin had brought. The mere thought made Jon's stomach churn and twist in pain. His eyes flashed with a hunger that few could see, Loran only glancing before continuing his way to the great hall with gathered lords awaiting Jon's presence.
"If you would, my lord, we have business to attend to and a lion who needs to be hunted down for good."
Jon upon looking up could see a fury behind Loran's eyes, one that told of how he felt the same pain but unlike Jon, he only wished to bring Tywin's reign to an end all the more faster.
The loud clamoring in the hall was abruptly silenced as the hall doors opened and each lord in the middle of the room made way for the towering giant of a man. The blood of the first men, the giant wolf who hungers, a slumbering dragon waiting for it's time. Jon's eyes were stilled and his presence alone shook many hearts like an earthquake rising in its beaten path. Sitting upon his throne in the hall, each lord looked at Jon, before looking at Robb who was looking at Jon with awe and slight fear.
Like a switch had flipped, Jon who he had talked with not too long ago was now hovering over them all with a newfound vigor and aura. His eyes roamed the hall and found sight upon Lord Bolton, a hollowed shell of a man compared to his former self. He had been beaten years before and with his shrinking lands and ever desolate situation, his house was just a formality at this point. Yet it was his act that shocked many for he wasn't standing like the others, no, he was kneeling with his head down in reverence to Jon. like a continuation onto its own effect, fellow lords started to fall to their knees in a kneeling posture. Robb though simply took a step forward, one after the next. As Robb stood in font of Jon mere feet away while half the lords kneeled and half stood defiantly at what this was turning out to be. Jon stood up slowly as Robb craned his head upward to see Jon's eyes.
"Robb, I know what I said and I still stand by what I meant, you have the North. I won't take that from you brother."
As the lords heard this, some who kneeled started to become panicked and some even shuffled to their feet awkwardly as the already standing lords eyed them with hostility.
"My eyes are set on the bigger scope of things. I will help you in this war, and when it is done, I hope you will support me in cleansing Westeros… Tywin killed thousands of my soldiers as they sailed! Coming home to fight for their families and us! Coming to stand shoulder to shoulder alongside us in glorious battle as the bards sing their tales of heroism!"
Jon's voice was ever gaining momentum and volume with each sentence as his eyes stared intently into Robbs before he passed leftward opening his arms to the crowd of lords below the stairs.
"The war has barely started and Tywin fucking Lannister had already made preparations to sabotage our efforts at every move! He shamed me and in conjunction, all of you for we are the NORTH! We, the blood of the first men, with ice in our veins and honor in our hearts! We, who are the protectors of the North, the strongest and toughest men and women Westeros has ever seen! We have been shamed time and time again, without recompense or action taken against our aggressors! I, Jon Wint… no… I've failed my men with my latest folly. I am Jon Frostmourne who mourns for my fallen men while they sleep in the depths of the ocean thinking of the frost that decorates our home. First of my name, vow to take vengeance for house Stark, Vow to kill Tywin Lannister, vow to Take the Iron Throne.."
As his speech came to a halt, the lords looked at him with trepidation before Howland Reed yelled outward.
"Why should you take the Iron Throne, you're barely a Stark being a bastard of Eddard Stark."
Jon looked at Robb before Robb gave a nod. As the suspense built in the now crowded hall room, Loran with Talen came inside with a chest before setting it at Jon's feet. Jon opened it before grabbing a few scrolls.
"I was not originally Jon, nor was I born by Eddard Stark's infatuation with some woman. I am the son of Lyanna Stark and Rhaegar Targaryen. I was born with my mother's dying breath as she brought me into this world just as Eddard Stark, my uncle took me with him so Robert Baratheon would not kill me as he did my siblings. I have a claim to the hunk of metal but I do not claim it for my blood's sake. I claim it to rectify what generations of terrible rulers have done to our lands. I claim it so that the North and all the seven kingdoms can finally unite and strengthen one another so our sons and our sons son's can have a better tomorrow.
That is my claim, so I ask you all here today, will you help me unite the seven kingdoms and make it so we fear not for the squabbles of the southern folk again."
All the lords looked at one another before an aged and tired voice filled with determination filled the hall.
"I hail to you and support it with my blood, my family's blood and fight for your cause now and till I take no breath in this body of mine anymore. Let it be heard that the Bolton's support the right king to the Iron Throne now and till we no longer walk this world anymore."
Jon looked at Lord Bolton gauging his words before he relented and nodded towards the man who in turn smiled ever so slightly. Robb's footsteps sounded aloud as he stepped towards Jon before kneeling in front of him now for once.
"I, Robb Stark of house Stark and Warden of the North support your claim to the Iron Throne. You are my brother and I am yours, let it be known to the world that your blood spilled is mine as well."
Jon put a hand on Robb's shoulder before lifting him up to face him again.
"Let that be the only time my family kneels to me. You should know that if you decline, I will let you go, but after this war, you will only have one chance to unite or submit. Also, I will have over ten thousand soldiers left in the north at the very least so thinking to double cross me is an ill advised notion my lords."
Lord Umber stepped up brushing shoulders with some others to their disgruntlement before he stepped up to Jon who now had to look upwards slightly to see into his eyes before he was about to say something.
"How the fuck you gonna tell us something like that and expect everything to just go your way."
"Kneel Lord umber before I break your knee and make you."
With his cold words, The large lord took a single step back before he grumbled and begrudgingly kneeled before Jon much to his Amusement.
"Rise you old man, we're feasting tonight!"
Jon's words brought the somber mood to a tip before it shattered and some of the lord's backs matted with sweat could finally breathe and relax some as one by one they swore fealty to Jon.
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