The biting wind swept snow and ice across the battlefield beneath Eastwatch-by-the-Sea.
Thunderous hoofbeats rolled forth as thousands of charging heavy cavalry moved like a wall of iron, making the whole world tremble.
At the shrill blast of horns, the riders lowered their lances, forming a dense forest of steel.
The archers hastily turned about, but Stannis's army had already fallen into disarray.
Hooves shattered the frozen crust of snow, spraying ice crystals into a silvery mist.
Boo—boo—boo.
Rose banners snapped in the wind as armored warhorses crashed diagonally into the enemy formation.
In an instant.
The dull thunder of impact, the shrieks of horses, and the screams of soldiers became entwined.
Stannis's Wildling host immediately descended into chaos. Their formation was shattered by the Rose cavalry, and they were trampled into pulp beneath the horses' hooves.
Under the Rose cavalry's charge, Stannis's Wildling host collapsed.
At the rear, Mace Tyrell, clad head to toe in armor, rode up to higher ground. He tugged the reins and brought his black steed to a halt.
Facing the frigid wind, Lord Hand Mace narrowed his eyes as he gazed over the battlefield, proudly admiring his handiwork.
"My lord."
Mathis Rowan rode up beside him and pressed a hand to his chest in salute to the proudly erect Lord of Highgarden.
Some time ago, without his liege lord's permission, he had resigned as Master of Ships and led a group of men north to the Wall of the End.
However, an unexpected war had erupted at Eastwatch-by-the-Sea.
Out of caution and concern for safety, Lord Mathis's fleet had wisely remained in the waters near Eastwatch-by-the-Sea.
Then he encountered the Reach lord arriving to relieve Eastwatch-by-the-Sea—Lord Hand Mace.
Lord Hand Mace snorted, stroked the pointed beard on his chin, and proudly declared,