Capítulo 39: Woes and Whims I
(Lyanna Stark POV, Summerswind Manor)
She couldn't remember how long it had been since she and Saera had been brought to this Manor. While she would admit that it was a pleasant place to stay in, she still yearned for Winterfell.
The Good thing was that the vaunted Kingsgaurd that had kept her locked up in the tower, were now themselves locked up somewhere. It was quite amusing that the greatest warriors and 'knights' in Westeros were brought down by a couple of well-shot darts.
Speaking of Darts, it reminded her of Howland Reed. Her close friend had warned her about Rhaeger and yet she foolishly ignored his warnings, having thought that someone as awkward and fidgety as him couldn't understand something as profound as love.
A childish crush she assumed was love and a desperation to escape her fate of being Robert's broodmare led to her practically throwing herself to Rhaeger.
The smug bastard took no small pleasure in poking at her naivety after he'd managed to put a baby in her. While she could never hate Saera, there was little to no question that her birth would always be a sign of tragedy and resentment.
It was why she had yet to gain the courage to write to her only remaining brother, too afraid of what his reaction would be.
Was it petty of her to name her daughter after a defiant daughter and the supposed lover of what could have been one of the few good kings the Targaryen blood had ever produced?
It was, but she hoped that silver bastard was rolling in his grave, he might have gotten the Visenya he wanted but he'd never be able to name her after his mad prophecy.
Not that there would be any of the three heads of a dragon. A large part of her pitied Elia for the loss of her son, but there was still a small part of her, that took a lot of satisfaction that all Rhaegers mad plans had been turned to ashes, now that his vaunted prophecy was missing a head.
Staring at her daughter, she let out a quiet sigh. She was happy that Saera took more after her than the bastard.
With brown hair and long grey eyes, she was a Stark through and through. That alone would perhaps cool any tempers from the northern lords and ladies.
There were worries in her head about whether she would be considered a bastard or not. While Rhaeger had indeed annulled his marriage to Elia and married her, there was little that could be done if the rest of the Lords refused to acknowledge the marriage.
There was also Dorne's reaction to all of this.
As a mother, how could she not fear for the future of her child? The only thing that was keeping her calm was the dozens of ravens exchanged between her and Erlend reassuring her of her and Saera's safety.
Erlend Mudd was a mystery to her, before all of this, she only ever knew him as a potential suitor her father had intended to betroth her to before he set his sights on Robert.
He was a well-respected Commander and the head of one of the most prestigious houses in the known world. Ignore the fact that they were an exiled royal/noble house and look at the connections, legacy, wealth, and military power they had. It wasn't exactly surprising her father would see him as a prominent suitor for her hand.
Regardless of the past, Lyanna was thankful to him for not only getting her out of that damned tower but also for allowing her free reign to explore the Twilight Isles.
She was well aware what the general opinion of her, many either saw her as a fool, a damsel, or a curse. While she no longer cared much about her safety, her daughter's life on the other hand was her prime concern.
It was only because of Saera, that she survived the birthing bed. Otherwise, she would've welcomed the chance to reunite with her family.
The judging gazes of her family would have been a reprieve to the pain she felt at hearing about their deaths. Those fucking knights had only mentioned Neds passing as an fucking afterthought when they told her of Rhaegers death.
She didn't care about the silver-haired cunt she was near dizzy with joy. Robert might have only loved the idea of taming her but at least the manwhore did the world a great favor by getting rid of that demented prick.
Ned, was a complicated topic, as her brother she had loved him unconditionally, but she couldn't help but feel betrayed when he suggested a marriage between her and Robert. That didn't mean she loved him any less, but it still hurt.
Now they would never be able to reconcile, she would never be able to apologise to her family. Her only hope was that Benjen could be happy with his wife and child.
Saera was her priority now and she would make sure she would never make the same mistakes she had made.
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(Erlend POV, On the March)
"What do you mean he fucking married Delena Florent" Erlend looked exasperated.
The Messenger looked quite nervous having brought this news to the young Lord, "General Duncan had chosen to marry her after she helped heal him from his injuries" He stated nervously.
"Out of my sight!" Erlend roared in anger. To the Lords and Officers around him, several curses and mutterings could be heard after that, the most prominent being, "Is he trying to fucking emulate Robb".
"Who's Robb?"
"Maybe it Sergeant Robbar."
"What kind of name is that?"
"How the Hell would I know…"
"Who cares about this Robb fellow, what the hell was Duncan thinking?" Yohn interjected.
"With his Cock probably." Lorimas chortled.
"Where the hell was Denys in all of this?" Erlend asked, ignoring his Uncle.
"He was busy coordinating the garrisoning and supply lines, My Lord," Jasper answered.
Erlend felt a headache coming, Duncan was a good general, but the man's immunity to alcohol was worse than a recently inducted fratboy.
Ironically, the Strong Lord had seduced and deflowered Delena Florent who alongside her family has chosen to stay in Tumbleton rather than Red Lake as the rest of Florents had. She was the same woman Robert would have deflowered in his brother's wedding bed. To preserve her honor, Duncan had chosen to wed her in a small ceremony.
Honestly, Erlend wouldn't have cared much if the bloody fool had done so after the war but he'd decided to do so right at the beginning of this new campaign.
Denys, Duncan's brother had sent word to Erlend of the matter, though it was already too late to put a stop to it. The good news was that he could use this marriage to keep the Florents somewhat powerful after the war as a potential deterrent for any Tyrell power grab in the future.
The issue was it prevented a marriage he'd wanted to arrange between Duncan and one of the Vance daughters, which would have guaranteed Duncan's hold over the lands he intended to grant him as a reward for House Strong's loyal service this past century.
There was still Deny's who remained unwed, so there's that, not to mention the Feld brothers and his Uncle to consider granting land to.
It still left a sour taste in his mouth that one of his plans had been ruined by Duncan's nonsense, but ever since the 'Battle of the Trident' he'd realised that despite his power, there would always be something that he couldn't control or predict, he just had to be able to weather through them.
Case and point is the Dornish recent incursion into the Marcher Lords' territory. While his Shadow Wardens had been fanning the flames within Dorne to destabilize the region. The result had been far larger than expected with three major houses contributing their men and resources for what seemed to be an invasion into the reach.
This spoke volumes of how little control Doran now had over his Lords since he'd not planned any of this. More than likely, Oberyn had a hand in this incursion, seeing it as vengeance for the Reachlord's lack of real contribution during the rebellion.
Regardless of who masterminded this, though he heavily suspected Oberyn and his paramour Ellaria. This would at least ensure that none of the marcher lords would be able to support the Tyrells during his invasion of the Reach.
He didn't have time for any sentimental changes of heart, especially when it could end in him being surrounded by all sides.
With Tumbleton now under their control, word had been sent from the Ring by the Roxtons declaring their support for House Mudd, House Shermer of Smithyton had also followed suit and declared its support. Of the neighboring Houses, only the Meadows who were Tyrell Loyalists chose to remain silent and holed themselves up in their seat.
He and His Men were currently marching through Hayford and would soon be arriving at Tumbleton, from there they would link up with the Banners and the men sent by Roxton and Shermor, where strategies could be drawn up to see where they would move from there.
Erlend had no interest in dragging out this campaign, as he intended to effectively blitzkrieg his way through this war, having neither the inclination nor care to drag this out longer than required.
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