Robb's Trouble
On a small, elevated mound on the east bank of the Red Fork, lies Tywin's "command center."
Although the Lord of Casterly Rock appeared calm, the beads of sweat constantly beading on his bald head betrayed him; the enemy on the other side of the river, relying on the river and fortifications, had him firmly blocked on the east bank of the Red Fork.
"Damn it, it's the river again—"
Tywin faintly heard a complaint, but remained silent, staring at the enemy across the river.
He saw the flag across the river; it was the sturgeon flag of House Tully of Riverrun.
Tully's army had an abundance of arrows; their archer positions had been raining arrows down non-stop since the start of the battle, causing Tywin to suffer heavy casualties.
At this moment, a slightly overweight nobleman with a face very similar to Tywin's rode up to his side.
"Sir, the Marbrand men have retreated. What do we do now?"
Tywin looked at the overweight nobleman; it was his brother Kevan Lannister.
"Rang Ge"
Tywin Lannister had intended to suggest that Gregor, the Mountain, try attacking, but then he remembered that the Mountain was already dead.
Yes, the Mountain is dead.
Tywin turned to look east. He had originally planned to have the Mountain attack the North and Riverlands armies while their forces were scattered.
But unexpectedly, the Mountain fell into an ambush.
The man who ambushed him was none other than Jon.
He felt he was increasingly unable to understand Eddard, this bastard son.
Later, I gained a deeper understanding of Jon through various channels.
The more he learned about him, the more he realized that Jon was no ordinary person.
He dared to oppose Robb's claim to the throne in public, and also opposed the Riverlands nobles' recapture of lost territories.
Such political and military vision was already among the best in the Seven Kingdoms.
Not to mention the "the Green Fork Attack" he orchestrated, which was said to have been done under pressure from almost everyone.
Suddenly, Tywin thought of his son.
Jaime Lannister.
His "golden son".
Jaime and Cersei are known as the "Golden Twins" of the Westerlands.
Tywin sometimes thought that if Jaime had half of Jon's strategic acumen, he wouldn't be without a suitable heir.
Just then, a blond servant quickly approached Tywin Tywin presented him with a letter.
"My lord, a letter from King's King's Landing." Kevan stepped forward, took the letter from the servant, and respectfully handed it to Tywin.
Tywin opened the letter, his green pupils narrowing slightly, but only for a moment before his face regained an even stronger will.
He turned to Kevan and said, "Order the entire army to advance eastward again and reinforce King's Landing!"
"Brother?"
Kevan was somewhat confused; they had already made so many sacrifices, why were they suddenly leaving?
Tywin didn't explain anything to him, but instead handed him the letter to read.
Kevan took the letter, his eyes widening, craning his neck as if he wanted to bury his head in it.
"Tyrell wants to form an alliance with us?"
"Do they have any better options?" Tywin's green eyes shone even brighter.
Renly is dead, House Tyrell's dream of becoming queen has been shattered.
Margaery was only fifteen years old, Stannis's wife was still alive, and he only had one daughter.
In any case, the House Tyrell's goal was to make Margaery queen; they didn't care who the king was.
Whether Joffrey was a bastard or not became increasingly irrelevant. Now, the only way for the Lannister to escape danger was to immediately turn back and defeat Stannis, who was attempting to conquer King's Landing.
As for the Westerlands, let Robb and his men cause trouble.
The northerners, having marched a long distance, could hardly have captured Casterly Rock unless they had wings. After all, Casterly Rock was carved out of a two-hundred-foot-high rocky mountain.
Casterly Rock will never fall!
At this moment, Tywin seemed to remember something and said to Kevan, "Immediately send out all your scouts and tell them to tell Tyrell's army to head to King's Landing as soon as possible, or at least send cavalry to put pressure on Stannis. I'm worried that Eddard's bastard son might interfere—"
"That Snow? But what gives him the right to mobilize the army without permission? Robb won't allow it."
"He dared to publicly oppose Robb's claim to the throne, do you think he really respects Robb?"
Kevan thought for a moment, nodded, and went to make the arrangements.
Soon, the Westerlands Army, whose main color was crimson, retreated rapidly, leaving only a small force to hold them off.
On the opposite bank of the Red Fork, the Tully army cheered as the enemy retreated, while Edmure, who was in command, wore a smug smile.
You know, in his very first battle, he defeated Tywin! We need to send the "good news" to Robb as soon as possible.
The young king slammed the so-called victory report on the table and sat down on a wooden stool in frustration.
Robb.
Seeing that her husband seemed to be in a bad mood, his wife brought him a cup of hot tea and came to his side.
"Didn't Ser Edmure defeat Tywin? Why are you unhappy?"
Robb felt somewhat depressed looking at the queen he had "traded" an army for.
"You don't understand. I originally thought Edmure was no match for Tywin. I thought that as long as Tywin crossed the river, I could annihilate his army in the Westerlands. Now he's been stopped by Edmure's army. This... this is really... sigh."
Robb's queen was none other than Jeyne Westeros.
Robb was wounded during a siege, and Jeyne was responsible for taking care of him.
Perhaps it was hormones or some other random reason, but anyway, the two ended up in bed together.
After sleeping Robb remembered that he should take responsibility for the girl, so he announced that he would marry her.
Robb had already reached an agreement with the House Frey, so this was tantamount to breaching the contract.
Enraged, Black Walder led the House Frey soldiers away from Robb and returned to the Twins.
Robb may have felt that the House Frey's departure was still within his control, but Edmure's act of blocking Tywin completely disrupted his plans.
Fortunately, the Iron Islands forces had already landed in the southern part of the Westerlands a few days ago.
This relieved some of his stress.
Jeyne listened to Robb's explanation with some doubt. If he wanted Tywin to cross the river successfully, why didn't he tell Edmure beforehand?
However, Jeyne was hesitant to speak or ask.
In her eyes, her husband was the King in the North, an invincible commander. Perhaps he had other concerns?
"It should be alright, Your Majesty. Isn't your brother still in the east? Perhaps we can launch a pincer attack on Tywin?" Jeyne said, half comforting and half suggesting, using her rudimentary military knowledge.
You mean a pincer attack?
Seeing his beloved giving him advice, Robb felt a little relieved.
He pinched Jeyne's cheek, feeling a stirring within him. Their hot lips soon met.
After a passionate kiss, Robb wanted more, but Jeyne, who was practically melting into a puddle, pushed him away.
"Your Majesty, I... I'm pregnant."
"Pregnant!"
Robb looked at Jeyne's belly with surprise and delight, but also with a bit of helplessness.
"Ah, Gods above." Robb knelt down in front of Jeyne, embracing her waist.
A name came to mind— Eddard.
If it's a son, he plans to name the child Eddard in memory of his father.
Just as Robb was immersed in the joy and excitement of becoming a father for the first time, a message from Harrenhal pulled him back to reality.
"A mutiny!" Robb jumped to his feet, his hands gripping the letter tightly, feeling as if a thunderclap had exploded in his brain.
He read the letter again from beginning to end: Harrenhal, Jon, the mutiny, King's Landing— "
These words coalesced into a fact that he could hardly believe— Jon had actually seized Roose Bolton's military power and led a large army straight to King's Landing's Landing.
Jon! What are you trying to do? Is it because I'm taking away your military power?
Unbeknownst to him, Robb felt his breathing become heavier. Grey Wind Direwolf inside the tent, seemed to sense his presence and stood up warily, pacing back and forth.