King and King 7

Stannis's surprise attack killed over a thousand Wildlings beyond the Wall and captured nearly two thousand more. The rest scattered and fled, and his forces did not pursue them with full force.

Stannis's army began marching toward Castle Black, escorting their spoils and prisoners. Stannis himself sat alone in the King-Beyond-the-Wall's tent, gazing at the flickering flames in the brazier.

Movement sounded at the tent entrance, and the tall figure of Eddard Stark appeared, wrapped in a heavy fur-collared cloak.

Stannis's deep blue eyes shifted slightly as he looked at the newcomer. Pointing at the folding wooden chair opposite him, he said, "Sit."

Lord Eddard stood silently for a moment before giving a slight nod and walking over to take the seat.

After another stretch of silence, Stannis picked up a wooden cup and took a drink of the cold water inside.

His jaw worked a few times as he broke the silence in the tent. "Before I came, I saw Donal Noye's corpse. He was killed by a small band of Wildlings trying to climb over the Wall."

After a brief pause, he continued, "The first sword I ever used was forged by Noye. So was Robert's favorite warhammer. He was skilled and capable."

Lord Eddard nodded. "Yes. He was a good smith, and a good warrior."

Stannis studied Eddard with those blue eyes and continued, "I loved my brother. Now, I am Robert's sole heir. The entire kingdom is his inheritance, from north to south, and it should all be ruled by me."

A trace of sorrow flashed through Lord Eddard's eyes. After a pause, he could not help sighing. "Stannis, given the current situation... my advice is to negotiate with the south."

Stannis stared at him for a while, his tone free of anger. "Whom do you