What if Robb Stark Was Reborn With All His Memories

What if Rob Stark was reborn with all his memories? Let's explore the depths of it in the video. All dwarves are bastards in their father's eyes. Yet, as Tyrion leaves and Jon continues his training, he doesn't hear the footsteps behind him as Rob approaches. John, you can't leave. What? I know you intend to head to the wall and join the Night's Watch, but you cannot go. Not now. >> Jon freezes. He had not told anyone about that. Had Benjen mentioned something? Then there's Rob's voice. Something seems urgent about it. Knowing he is aware of something happening that Jon doesn't know about. Why not? Without a father here, I have no reason to stay. You'll be the lord of Winterfell. Bran will be your heir. Someday Sansa will be queen. And Arya will be married off. But I'll still be the bastard of Winterfell. You know you are more than just that. But I need you now. I need you here with me. Begging your pardon, brother. But I want to be more than just Ned Stark's bastard. And I can't do that while I'm here. Not while I'm not wanted by your mother. And when I'm not trusted. I do trust you, John. Enough to tell you this. I think father might be in danger. That is enough to give Jon pause. His blade halts mid swing. He turns to his brother, staring at him. Rob looks both lost and confused, but also strangely aware. There is something more he knows that he isn't telling anyone, and Jon cannot bring himself to be angry. The wall will always be there. I suppose I can help you get settled as Lord first. The two brothers exchange a smile before Rob leaves Jon to his work. A load is lifted off his shoulders as he walks off for the first time, feeling like he isn't going mad. Since Rob was a boy, he's found himself having the strangest dreams of himself. He's seen these visions play out in his life. things like being crowned king, having to fight a war, and dying during a wedding. Each time he does, he wakes up in a cold sweat, shaking, and feeling his body tremble. The most recent of these visions came a fortnight ago when Rob saw his father being named Hand of the King by Robert. Though he had seen that vision in his youth, it was now persistent sight for the last few days. Tonight, that declaration was made official as Ned used the feast to make an announcement. While the rest of the Hulk cheered, Rob felt his blood run cold at the thought of it. Something is going to go terribly wrong. He is sure of that now. And if his father marches south, Rob knows he won't be coming back. He tried telling his father not to go, but nothing he said can convince him. When he says the court is a nest of vipers or that the Lannisters are not to be trusted. Ned simply smiles and tells him he is aware of that. But at least now he has Jon, and that alone already makes him feel better. His mind is already wondering how else he can prevent his visions. and the bones of an idea begin to form. A few days later, the royal party is preparing to set out for a hunt. Rob is invited to join and accompanies his father and King Robert. Meanwhile, this leaves the girls and his younger siblings alone in the castle and Jon Snow. With everyone gone, Bran takes this chance to climb the tower. Yet, as he scales the old stones, he spots a group of Stark guardsmen accompanied by Jon. They're going towards the old tower where Bran is. For a moment, he thinks he might be searching for him and bringing him down. Yet, instead of looking up, they make their way inside and leave the young Stark boy wondering what is going on. Jon still has no idea what he's doing there. But Rob was most insistent that he go to this tower and that there is something going on while they're gone. Behind him, the guardsmen keep their hands on their swords wearily, wondering what this might be about. As they climb the steps, Jon still sees no sign of activity and wonders whether Rob was just mistaken. He's about to order them back when he hears it. A faint grunt from a room nearby. Their eyes dart around at that. It was no trick of the wind. That was indeed someone. The grunts do not stop and are followed by a little shriek. They follow the sound of the highest room and one of the guards rams his shoulder against the door. Its old hinges crumble under the weight of the man and cave in. Jon and the rest of the men burst in with their swords drawn, but none of them is prepared for the sight that greets them. There is the queen on her hands and knees while Jaime Lannister stands above her, his breaches down. One of the guards gasps and another gags. Jon's own eyes widen as he stares at the site. A thousand questions run through his mind, but only one manages to slip out. >> What is the meaning of this? >> Jaime quickly begins slipping his breaches back on with Cersei shrieking and covering herself with her gown. >> That is none of your concern, bastard. What are you even doing here? >> This is my father's roof, which means that it is my concern. As for how I learned about this, I have my sources. Jaime moves towards his sword belt, but the guards surround him before he can slip his sword free. Even the king slayer realizes their situation is dangerous and raises his hands. When the hunting party returns, the news comes as a shock to them. The Lannisters try to deny it, but Jon and the guardsmen all tell the same story. They had seen it with their own eyes. Robert is furious when he hears this. He roars at the pair, demanding answers as to what happened, but the queen and the king slayer cannot provide a clear answer. Meanwhile, Ned and Catelyn watch from the sidelines, their faces ashen as they think back to Lysa's letter. She had warned them of the Lannisters and how they tried to murder John Aaron. They wonder if this is somehow connected. While Robert handles these two, Ned approaches Rob and Jon. I heard that you were the one who put your brother up to this. Robert, is that true? I did. I knew that Jon would not be as swatched as anyone else, so he could move without being noticed. Smart. But I must know. How did you know about this? I uh it is difficult to explain, but I had been receiving visions of the future. I had one of Bran climbing this tower and would be pushed out, but I never thought it would be something like this. Ned rubs his chin thinking about this. It is strange to imagine, but he has seen many strange things throughout his life. And seeing this, he cannot deny the results. Perhaps there is more to it than mere suspicion. I understand. So given that Bran is all right, I take you that your visions will no longer come to pass. I suppose so. Then you have my thanks and my apologies. I should have listened to you. But you understand that this does not change my plans. I must still travel south with the king, especially since he will need my help in dealing with Tywin's wrath. But father, don't worry. Thanks to you, the danger seems to have passed. The brothers look at one another. Jon smiles proudly, but Rob does not look entirely certain. He forces himself to be calm, and they head for his bed. For the next few weeks, Rob does not receive any more visions, even as Ned marches south with the king and the queen, and her brother is executed. Unsurprisingly, this means that the marriage between Sansa and Joffrey is at an end, leaving the Stark girl heartbroken. Yet, she still goes south with Ned as Robert promises him to find a match even better than Joffrey as his way of making things right. For the time being, Rob focuses his time on ruling. It isn't as difficult to master without visions plaguing his mind, but he is grateful to have Jon by his side. After helping expose the queen's affair with her brother, not even Catelyn can protest when he is allowed to stay. It seems like things are turning back to normal. But then, a raven arrives. There was an assassination attempt on Ned. As Ned slept, he woke and found a wine goblet in the side of his desk that was not there before. Worse, it contained blood, and at top its rim rested a dagger. Many see this as a threat, and the guards are scrambling to find the culprit, but there is no such luck. The prime suspect, of course, is Tywin Lannister. After learning of what happened to his children, the Lord of Castle Rock is furious. He threatens war and demands that Lord Stark not be made hand. The Lord even goes as far as to claim that all of this evidence has been fabricated and that it is to fuel Ned's ambition. Yet, he stands alone. There was no way incest could be denied. Not with witnesses, including Ned's son. Even among his bannermanmen, they are reluctant to go to war over this. Not so long as Robert lives and gives his full support behind Ned. The Tyrells, Stormlands, and Aarens all give their support to the Starks. So, Tywin must instead swallow his pride and accept the situation, biding his time for the opportunity. Because of that, many of them believe that it is Tywin's attempt to exact revenge on them, and some even call for him to appear in court. However, there is no proof, and Taiwan claims that this is a trap. While many houses reaffirm their support, they are reluctant to go to war, and some great houses wish for evidence to be presented before committing troops. This leaves the crown scrambling to find any proof. Meanwhile, word is sent to Rob to make preparations for war. He orders White Harbor to be strengthened, ships are built, and bannermanmen are tasked with preparing their levies to march. Most of the Northmen obey without question. By now, the incest in Winterfell has become public knowledge, and many are happy to stand against him on principle. Yet, one of these lords is curious about these events, specifically in how Rob acted. Such a young lord acting with such decisiveness and understanding of the situation is unusual to say the least. The lord of the dread for calls his men, but also journeys to Winterfell. personally to greet his new overlord. When Roose arrives, Rob is ready to greet him. He bows respectfully and looks at him. My lord, I must commend you on your swift actions in apprehending Jaime and Cersei Lannister. If you had not done what you did, who knows how long this scandal would have carried on and what mischief they might have caused. Indeed, it is also why we were so grateful for your support now. We must be ready in case the Lannisters try to strike again. An excellent thought, but I'm still curious about how you came by this information. To ensure that we can work together, there must be absolute trust between us. And I suspect you have not told me everything. Begging your pardon, of course. Careful, my lord. That is your lege lord you were speaking to. No, John. If Lord Bolton wishes to speak, then I will hear what he has to say. I have heard the explanation you gave. And yet to suspect the queen and her brother of such a crime is rather bold. Even if you say you had no idea what they were doing, you still sent guards with your brother when you confronted them. So I do wonder what were you expecting to find? And how did you know that this tower was where they were residing? The questions are like surgical blows pressing themselves against Rob and having him pinned as he struggles to answer them. He looks at the leech lord who does not say anything, but his flat eyes miss nothing. Rob is tempted to lie, but he is soon convinced that it will be a vain effort. Not when Roose has already been asking too many questions like this. So instead, he takes a deep breath and speaks the truth. He tells him of the visions and what he saw. When he finishes, the lord says nothing, simply staring at him for a long while. He shivers at the site, feeling his fingers clench into a fist. Rob remembers everything, including his last moments. He stares at those pale eyes, those same eyes that looked at him before plunging his dagger into his heart. >> All right, I believe you. You do? Yes. I sense no deception in what you said, and it is a rather convoluted lie. Few would go to such efforts, and we live in strange times. Something like this, while unusual, might not be complete madness. I have lived a long time, my lords, and I know that magic is not nearly as dead as people believe. That is why I wish to help you. And what is it that you have to offer? Knowledge. You may have managed to get this far with your understanding of the past, but the times have changed. You believe you've saved your father, but it is not that simple. Time is a river, my lord. Though it branches into many directions, its flow is always the same. Simply throwing a stone will not change it. To change the future, you must be willing to damn the flow. That requires a considerable amount of power, more than you currently possess. What do you mean? I mean, what you have seen are glimpses, morsels of your power. To take full course, you cannot wait for it to come to you. Instead, you must reach out for it. I can help you. He smiles and lets those words hang in the air. Later, the moon rides high above Winterfell as Roose leads Rob and Jon into the Godswood. The Weirwood looms before them, pale and ancient, its face carved, watching with red eyes that glisten like fresh wounds. Its eyes are silently weeping as its sap trickles from it. The sight has always been disturbing for the boys, but their companion does not seem bothered. Roose says nothing as he withdraws a thin knife, its edge glimmering in the moonlight. He takes Rob's hand first, pricking his palm. A bead of blood wells up. With two fingers, Roose smears it across the Weirwood's face, dragging the crimson down over the carved eyes. It mixes with the sap, turning it all into a red the color of midnight. The wood drinks. The sap seeps into the pale bark as if the tree is alive and hungry. Rob shuddters. A rush of visions crashes over him. The red wedding, the sound of music and slaughter. His own heart pierced by steel as Roose stares at him. Bran tumbling through the air, limbs broken. And beyond all of it, a whisper, a raven's call from the frozen north. Come to me. Jon flinches when the knife pierces his palm. His blood joins robs in thewood's face. The tree trembles, its carved mouth darkening as if it drinks them both. Jon feels a pulse run through the wood into his arm into his chest. Ghost howls at his side. Hackles raised, eyes burning red. The wolf inside him stirs, restless, and for a heartbeat, Jon swears. He sees the wall, vast and cold, shadows moving beyond it. Yet there is more. The blood seems unusually warm, leaving bloody marks across the tree. For the first time, Roose appears surprised as it shows not the cold of the Starks, but something fiery and wilder, something buried inside of him, and longing to get free. The tree remembers it takes what you give it and shows what must be. Another was meant to walk this path, but you changed the course, Rob Stark. Now the burden seeks another. Rob staggers, clutching his head as the visions twist and fracture. Ned kneeling before a headsman's sword. Ned falling in battle. Ned walking away alive. All paths, all branches, and yet they all lead to the same sea. He sees stranger ones, too. A Baratheon maiden being wed to him. Rob rising from the muck of the green fork, not quite human as his head was replaced by grey winds. Jon riding a top a dragon with a Valyrian cirlet on his head. and Joffrey of all people leading a host of Northmen against a dragon. All of them feel so distant and yet so close. Do you see it now? To damn this, it demands power. Power paid in blood. Yours, your enemies, sometimes even your kins. That's no power worth having. Roose tilts his head, studying him. He snips the air and could have sworn he caught the whiff of fire in the boy's blood. And yet you crave it, Snow. You dream of being more than a bastard. Do not answer. I sense it enough. I see it in your blood. Your blood is not one made to be a subject, but to be something more. With my guidance, you can be the wolf who strikes from the shadows. A weapon no king can afford to lose. Would you turn from that? Jon's hand tightens around Ghost's fur. He wants to deny it, but the wolf's growl vibrates through him, and he cannot. >> If this power is to be ours, we use it for the north. Nothing else, then let us begin. First, let us discover the raven's cry. >> The nights grow longer as they ride north, guided by Rob's visions. At every godswood they pass, Roose cuts their palms again, letting their blood drip into the roots. The tree whispers back, sending shivers down Rob's spine. He dreams of the raven more vividly each night. Jon changes, too. The more blood he sheds, the more the wolf stirs within him. Ghost is no longer just his companion. He is a mirror. One night, his vision slips as he finds himself seeing through Ghost's eyes, running through the snow on silent paws. He wakes, gasping. You are not mad, Snow. This is your gift. The blood of wolves runs in you. Learn it or it will consume you. Under his guidance, Jon learns to slip into ghost willingly. Then they encounter other wolves. The first time he does it, his voice is not his own. When he returns, it is deeper, rougher, carrowing an echo of the beast. The power frightens him, but he cannot let it go. At last, they reach the haunted forest. A cave yawns before them, black and cold. The roots of the werewoods curl down into its depths. Inside, the three-eyed raven waits, pale, ancient, his body woven into the roots themselves, his eyes fix on Rob first, and surprise flashes across his face. You are not the boy who was meant for this path. Yet you carry his burden. Very well. The trees have chosen. The raven's voice fills his mind, whispering truths about past and future, about memory and time. Then the raven's gaze turns to Jon, his eyes narrow. >> You You are of my blood. >> What do you mean? >> We were stuck. >> I was once Brandon Rivers, Blood Raven, the last of the Blackfires foes. And you, Jon Snow, are my kin. A shadow of the dragon and the wolf both. My blood calls to you. >> From the roots, he pulls forth a blade. Dark sister, black Valyrian steel gleaming in the dim light. He places it in Jon's hand. >> Take her. She was mine once. As she was Aegon's sisters before me. She will be your fans as the werewoods will be your eyes. For weeks, the two of them remain there, feeling the power within them growing. Every day, the visions grow, filling their minds with power and knowledge. Rob spends his time with the raven, watching the visions unfold in his mind. He sees the conflict growing in the Seven Kingdoms. Border clashes between the Westerman and the neighbors become a daily occurrence. While Tywin locks himself in the castle, making preparations for war and threatening to call in the crown's debts. Robert rages and wishes to declare war on them, much to the chagrin of the small council, who urges caution. Meanwhile, Ned struggles to find evidence of this to aid them in their coming war. Yet, something else is there. A shadow surrounds his father like a noose, getting closer and threatening to strangle him. Jon also receives a similar vision, but focused on his past. He watches the story of his birth unfold. The real story rather than the one he was told. Then the air chills from the cave mouth comes the sound of breaking ice and rattling bones. Whites pour in, eyes blue, teeth chattering. Rob freezes as the visions overwhelm him. Glimpses of countless dead. His father's head on a spike, the wall shattering. >> See beyond it. See what must be. Jon raises Dark Sister, Ghost snarling beside him. He cuts through the first white, the Valyrian steel slicing it like smoke. His wolf's blood surges, and for an instant, he fights as if he and Ghost are one. Yet, he is not alone. Roose stands at top a nearby hill, sword flashing as he cuts through whites with ease. The weapon was provided to him by the children of the forest, and it slices through the whites like paper. Their numbers are not numerous, a few dozen at most. But he steps into the White's path, his voice shifting, unnatural and cold. Words spill from him that neither Rob nor Jon understand. The language of frost and night. The whites falter, twitching like puppets under his command before collapsing into silence. The distraction is enough for the children and roose to finish them off. Jon summons his wolves forward and they tear through their foes with ease. With Dark Sister, he moves faster than before, dancing through the fighting and finishing them off. By the time they are finished, Roose turns back to them, pale eyes shining faint blue in the torch light. His voice is calm, even proud. You should not look so surprised. My blood is theirs, my lord. I am of the same line as the others. Their seed carried down through shadow generations. They are my kin, though I am an enslaved to their will. You're one of them. >> No, >> I am the chain that binds them. They are cursed, trapped in an endless cycle. To wake, to destroy, to fall. I ensure men are strong enough to resist when the cycle comes again. That is why I have guided you here. That is why I train you. So when the dead march, the north will not fall. His words hang in the cavern, heavy as the dark. Rob looks to Jon, his brother's wolfish eyes gleaming. When they depart, they ride back to the north with this new information. To prevent the long night, they must strengthen the realm of men and ensure they can present a united front, something that can prevent the White Walkers from invading. To start, Roose begins sending men to help reinforce the Nights Watch. He has many rapers, thieves, and murderers in his army. It is easy enough to select such men and send them to the wall as recruits, but that is just the start. While Tywin Lannister is the greatest threat to stability now, they also sense trouble among the other great houses. The Tyrells and Stormlanders remain loyal to the Baratheon dynasty as do the Tullies and Starks. The problem is that without a clear line of succession, the realm may descend into war if something happens to Robert. Already the realm is starting to fracture. The Arenss, who have now adopted an isolationist policy, plus the Martell and Greyjoys, who have no love for the Iron Throne, are just looking for a reason to rebel. When they return to Winterfell, Rob sits under a were weirwood and tries to make sense of it all. Though the powers of the three-eyed raven flow through him, he still struggles to fully harness them. The power of the godswood often helps. Now he looks to see where he is being called. In the Riverlands, he sees Brigins attacking the border villages and survivors reporting this to Ned. The hand rides out and confronts them, but instead falls into an ambush where his men are slaughtered and he is taken captive. Taiwan immediately offers his help in finding that, but in exchange demands a sessation of all hostilities. As there is no definite proof of Taiwan's culpability, some houses do not wish to take part. At first, it seems like Taiwan is using the crown's debt to help him. But something feels off. Rob senses something in the back of his mind. It tells him there is more to this conflict than he realizes. And when he looks eastward, he senses a great shadow looming over the veil. It is not quite as troubling as that beyond the wall. But Rob takes it as a sign to investigate there. As he must remain as the ruler of Winterfell, he must send someone else in hisstead. And that task falls upon Roose and Jon. They go there under the pretense of strengthening the alliance between the North and the Erands. When they arrive in the Erie, the atmosphere there is tense as the Veil Lords are still reeling from the loss of their leech and now must also contend with the instability of Lady Lysa. The Lady of the Veil has essentially placed the entire region on lockdown, preventing any knights from taking part in the coming war and stopping all correspondence between them and the crown. She barely allows Jon and Roose into her seat. As many Veil Lords insist upon it due to the respect they have for Ned Stark. When they announce that they are there to help protect Rob and Aaron from the Lannisters, she begins to calm down and talks with them properly. Negotiations slowly begin to move forward as they hope to secure her support in the coming conflict. While she initially is resistant to the idea of sending veilmen away and from protecting the young Lord Aaron, they slowly sway her by promising her the support of the North and agree to a mutual defense pact where if the veil ever comes under attack, the North shall come to their aid. She is even more receptive to this than a marriage pact which she rejects out of hand. She does not trust anyone to marry Robin and she off-handedly mentions that she has already promised to someone else. The mention of that causes some of her bannermen to wrinkle their noses in disgust. This does not escape Ruse's notice. And once their meeting is concluded, the two of them approach some of these lords. I admit I was surprised when I heard that Lady Liza intends to wait. Given how recent the loss of her husband was, I assumed she would have taken some time to mourn. Lady Lysa has always put the needs of the veil over her happiness. Then her husband must be quite fortunate to have such a beautiful wife. Yes, quite lucky indeed. It is rare for a man of such humble birth such as Lord Beish to rise so high. Lord Beish. Now that is unexpected. Is he not serving as master of coin in the capital? He is indeed, but doubtlessly I am sure he will sail here immediately to claim his new bride and his new seat. Jon and Roose both share a knowing look. It is more than highly unusual. It is troubling even. Something is immediately fishy about this. Even with his seat on the small council, Littlefinger is far from an influential lord with little to offer in the way of strength. That means this marriage is not to protect Robin. He was also in the Red Keep around the time John Aaron died. And it is not hard to imagine that he might have had something to do with the late Lord Aaron's untimely death. But according to Lady Catelyn, she received a letter saying the Lannisters were responsible for the death. Indeed. And that would wrap everything into a neat little bow now, wouldn't it? the Lannisters who are now dead and cannot defend themselves. Meanwhile, no one would oppose the rise of Lord Beish. Jon scratches his chin and considers what Roose is saying. It makes sense, but the implications of it are disturbing. So disturbing, he truly wishes they were not true, but still it means they are worth looking into. Soon enough, Jon wargs into ghost once more and wanders the halls of the eerie in the dead of night. His paws making little noise as he pads into the quarters of Jon Aaron. Inside, he soon sees what he's looking for. A blood stained dubblelet, which he brings back to Jon, who ties it to a raven's leg and sends it flying towards Winterfell. Days later, the dublet lies folded on the ground. Its dried blood stark against the pale weirwood. The air is still cold. Rob presses his palm over the stains and lets his blood mingle with the tree as he continues the ritual. Rob breathes deep. The tree whispers. The blood pulls him under. He sees John Aaron seated in his solar, coughing weakly. A cup of tea trembles in his hand. Behind him, Lady Lysa hovers, eyes sharp with something between love and madness. She talks with him, assuring him he shall recover soon, and offers him his tea. Yet Rob notices something John Aaron did not. How Lady Lysa slips a pinch of powder from a vial into the steaming liquid. Her lips pressed in determination. Jon raises the cup, drinks, and his body convulses. Rob gasps awake, his hands shaking, the blood still wet between his fingers. He grabs a pen and parchment to report his findings. Yet, though they now understand what is happening, they lack the means to prove it. Finding the evidence falls to Jon, who lets the wolf inside him run free. White paws padding across stone, ears twitching at the faintest sound. In the skies above, his mind stretches further into the wings of crows roosting on the battlements. The castle unfolds before him like a map. Guards, servants, hidden chambers. Through Ghost's nose, he runs through the wildlands of the veil, approaching lord's castles, those Roose identified as friendly to Littlefinger. There they see men approaching, more men than would normally be necessary to garrison a castle. With the ravens, he slips into the lord's chambers and finds letters sealed with Littlefinger's mockingb bird. He tears them from drawers, drops them where his hand can reach in the waking world. By dawn, Jon has them all, proof that Beish has debts entwined with half the veil, promises of coins to their sons, and orders to march if necessary to secure his rule in exchange for debt forgiveness. Yet within weeks, Littlefinger arrives. The Veil lords gather in the Eerie's hall as he announces his betroal with Lady Liza and reaffirms his position to protect the Veil, but asks them to pledge their allegiance to him. Yet, as some lords shuffle to obey, Roose Bolton steps forward, letters in hand. Before you bend your knees, you should perhaps learn who the man you are pledging yourself to is. These were taken from Lord Beish's own hand. Proof of his debts, his schemes, his promises to your houses. Proof that he seeks to use the boy Robin Aaron as a shield to crown himself master of the veil. Murmurss rise. Lord Yonroyce demands answers. Other bannermanmen cry out in outrage. Liza, trembling, insists it is lies, but her voice falters when Jon steps forward. Dark sister at his hip. ghost snarling at his side. >> I have heard a troubling rumor that this was no unfortunate death, but poison. Some claim Lady Lysa slipped the poison into John Erin's cup. If you deny it, Lady Aaron, I will have the boy taken from you for his safety until an investigation is complete. >> You have no authority to do that. You are an outsider. >> But I do. I will gladly sponsor any investigation that helps get to the bottom of this madness. Hearing that, other lords start to move towards his side. Sir Nester, Lady Waynewood, Sir Hunter, Lord Belmore, and Corbre. Even those men who were friendly with Littlefinger reconsider their allegiances. Seeing this, Lysa breaks. Her sobs, shrieking that Peter told her it was the only way, that he promised he would protect her and Robin. She says that the Lannisters would have killed them all otherwise, but this way they could be together and use the crown's wealth to protect her. The hall erupts. Some lords move to arresttor. Others rage at the betrayal. And then chaos. Littlefinger sends his men into the hall. He shouts for loyalty, for honor, for those who would stand with him, and some do. Swords flash and the hall becomes a battlefield. Guardsmen clash as their lords reach for their weapons. Yet his allies are few, and in a few minutes, the rebel lords are apprehended. When the smoke clears, Beish is gone, slipping away with a handful of loyal men and disappearing into the mountains of the moon. Captured lords questioned under threat of execution confess all. They were to meet Bish's cell swords in the mountains, then march west to join Tywin's host and pose as a cell sword company. With Veil Steel, Tywin could hold out for much longer, ensuring there is more chaos to consolidate power. Instead, the plot lies in ruins. The Veil reaffirms its loyalty toward the Iron Throne. That is one house down, but there is still more trouble in the Seven Kingdoms. Hearing this, Robert now has the just cause he needs to march, and many houses follow. They easily storm through the Westerlands, crushing the resistance they face in the region. Many of Tywin's bannermen are not keen on fighting against the Iron Throne and refuse to march. Though they fear Tywin, they fear Robert even more now. Those few who do rally to Lord Tywin's banners are easily swept aside by the combined army of the Riverlands, Veil, Reach, and Stormlands. Soon, even more men are expected to join the army as Ned sends Worp to Rob to raise their banners. Yet, one house remains undecided in the war effort, the Martell. Though many expect them to jump at the opportunity to punish Tywin for all the wrongdoings he's done to their house, they remain aloof. Efforts to recruit them are met with excuses and silence. Still, their efforts are not necessary as Lord Tywin quickly loses control of the Westerlands and is soon confined within the walls of Castle Rock. Yet, while he remains locked up in the castle, the royalist army has no choice but to place it under siege. The great castle of the Lannisters boasts one of the strongest defenses in the Seven Kingdoms. Even with siege weapons being dragged forward from across the realm, it will take many months before they can take it. What is worse, Taiwan still has enough provisions to last them over a year. It would take immense effort to break the deadlock. But Robert is fully committed to it after everything Tywin has done to him. He gladly begins waiting out the siege. Yet, Tywin does have one final trick up his sleeve. Ned Stark, who was captured at the Murmurss Fort, is now dragged out and placed to top the castle walls. Robert is ordered to pull his army back and discuss terms. If he tries to storm the castle walls, they will hang Lord Stark. Robert is furious and curses Tywin throughout the night, threatening to rip him apart with his bare hands. Yet, he gives no order to storm the walls. Not even as Ned loudly shouts to attack, regardless of what happens to him. He simply cannot risk his friend's life. So with this massive army, Robert sits and waits outside the walls. Efforts are made to look for alternate entrances or even mine the ground underneath. But all of that will take time, and that is something Robert does not have. Many of the bannermen with him are not prepared for a long siege and are reluctant to commit their armies to such an endeavor. Instead, they begin to slip home as the siege drags on just as Tywin had predicted. It is the defiance of Duskandale all over again. But this time there is no barrist in the bowl to save Ned. But in this uncertainty, some people try to take advantage of everything. Among them is Littlefinger, who has command of about 200 men, plus the cell swords he's hired waiting across the narrow sea. He descends the mountain roads. He intends to sail across the narrow sea and join them. But as his forces reach the Riverlands, Varys's little birds find him, and soon messages are sent to their camp in secret. As the army licks its wounds, Lord Beish sees its contents. condolences for their battered position, but promises of better prospects if they cooperate. It is a tempting offer and for Littlefinger's position, which is so badly compromised, one he sorely needs. He looks over at the instructions and begins to march his forces south while ordering the cell swords he's hired to meet him in the Crownlands. When he arrives, the Golden Company makes landfall with banners unfurled, elephants stamping the beaches, and Aegon V 6th appears, ready to claim his birthright. Their march through the Crownlands is swift. Most lords don't resist or are easily crushed. King's Landing trembles as the gates close. Robert and his great host still pinned before Castly Rock. Stannis and his fleet are blockading Lannisport, leaving Renley to hold the city. Littlefinger arrives with his sorts, slipping into Aegon's camp with his oily charm. He paints himself as an ally and offers to show him the books as he holds the deaths of the kingdom and is the only one who can undo it. Aegon, eager for any advantage, accepts. In Sunspear, the Martell finally stir. They send ravens to Aegon, promising an alliance if he weds Ariana. Oberin's blood boils for vengeance against Tywin and the Lannisters. But Doran plays the long game. A marriage packed with a Targaryen, a chance to restore the old line seems irresistible and allows them to take the usurper out, too. But Rob hears of this. He sees it with the ravens and moves the banners he had raised long before to war. With Jon and Roose committed to meeting Aegon on the battlefield, Rob sails south, determined to stop Dorne from tipping the scales. As Aegon's host besieges the capital, Jon rides at the head of a tide of wolves. Hundreds strong that herald the advance of his northern army. They rush through the riverlands, driving their horses hard, his skin tingles as he wars. His mind flowing through Ghost and into the pack. The site is nightmarish, a sea of red eyes and snapping fangs. The battle is met outside of Stokeworth. They crash into Aegon's elephants and warriors. The cell swords fire crossbows at them, bringing some of their numbers down. Yet, they loop and circle them, pouncing upon soldiers and dragging them down. Others are dragged off or knocked off their saddle. The battle turns into a frenzy of blood and fur as these beasts do not follow the logic of means, and they are just the start. As the Northmen follow, they barrel through the enemy lines, which have been thrown into chaos thanks to the wolves arrival. And the cell swords are slaughtered on mass. The only thing that saves them, which rampage through the Northmen, scattering their horses and crushing the wolves underfoot. These beasts prove nearly unstoppable, and the Northmen are pushed back. Yet, as Roose sees the battle, he rallies the warriors while Jon lets out a howl. Instantly, the wolves turn to face him, and Ghost rushes forward. Rather than attacking all the elephants, they only focus on one, the one with the Targaryen banners. The Crownlanders rally to Jon, odded and terrified by the wolf lord, who fights like something out of legend. Ghost latches onto the elephant's legs and bites deep. The beast rears up and trumpets in surprise. But soon more wolves follow after, leaping upon it and sinking their teeth into its flanks. The elephant soon loses its balance and tumbles to the ground. Aegon barely manages to fight his way free and raises Blackfire just as a figure approaches him. In the chaos, Jon and Aegon meet. Aegon bears Blackfire, the sword of kings, while Jon raises Dark Sister, gleaming black against the fire light. The clash is thunderous. Two Valyrian blades ringing in the storm of war. Aegon fights with the disciplined of a trained prince. Every strike measured as he uses the same technique John Conington used when he duled Robert. But Jon fights like the wolf he is. Savage, relentless, guided by instinct and ghosts, snarls in his mind. The duel rages across corpses and broken earth until at last Jon's drives Darkstar through Aegon's chest. The boy who would be king falls, Blackfire slipping from his hands. The Golden Company, stunned, reels back. In that hesitation, the wolves rally again, and the Northmen cry. They surround the Golden Company and order them to surrender. Behold the true dragon's heir, Jon Snow. No bastard, but of Targaryen blood. The son of Rhaegar himself. He has slain the pretender and claimed his sword by right of victory. Kneel and rise with the only king who can lead you through the storm to come. Most do, but some, like John Conington, refuse, preferring to die rather than accept defeat. The wolves howl. Ghost raises his bloodied muzzle to the sky. The Golden Company begins to kneel. Littlefinger is among those who kneel, but his oath does not accept it. Not after everything he's done. Instead, he is executed on the spot. Meanwhile, in Dorne, Rob faces the Martell. They spit at the idea of serving Robert Baratheon for forgiving Tywin's crimes. Vengeance burns hotter than loyalty, but Rob plays his final card. You want to Targaryen? Then look not to the corpse that fell with Blackfire, but to my brother John. He carries both Stark and Targaryen blood. He has Dark Sister in his hand and the Golden Company in his back. Follow him and you will have your vengeance and your dragon. The words shake the Martell. Doran, careful and shrewd, weighs the possibility. For the first time, Dorne hesitates on the edge of joining the Northmen, but eventually decides to pledge their spears to them. At King's Landing, banners ripple green and gold. Renley Baratheon welcomes Rob, Jon, Oberin, and Roose into his pavilion. As they all gather there to discuss their next plan, Renley looks over the map and chuckles. The North, the Rivals, the Veil, the Reach, the Stormmans, and now Dawn. It seems like the Lannisters are doomed. Not when they are hiding behind Castleie Rock. Their walls are high, and the old lion has doubtlessly prepared for a siege. While we can bring our men to the field and commit ourselves to its destruction, it will not matter unless we can get inside the walls. There are other ways to take a castle beyond storming it. But treachery perhaps. Treachery. Tyman has probably rooted out all the trees in his mouths from his keep. Their corpses are probably hanging off the walls as we speak, but they do not have to be from within. You have a prisoner? Yes, a Lannister one. I, Tyrion, the lion cub I managed to pluck from the den. Do you think you'll find use for him? He shrugs and takes them to the black cell where Tyrion is being held. Jon scowls, looking at his friend, who offers a crooked smile. These accommodations seem a bit big for you. Very funny. I hope you aren't my headman. You won't die today, Lord Tywin. Not if you choose to cooperate. You have lived in Cataly Rock for close to 30 years. Surely you must know something about getting insight. Perhaps I do. And yet, why should I offer you something like that? Information like that is rather valuable. What do I get in exchange? You live for one. H. And then betray my family. I would be one step above a kinslayer. And even if I survive, my father's bannerman will never respect me. That should be the least of your concerns, Lannister. The question you should ask yourself is what Tywin has done to be worth such loyalty. There is much you don't know about him. You speak of him as if you know him. I've experienced everything that man has to offer. Not everything. Rob steps forward, his gaze steady. Tyrion lifts his chin, ready for mockery. Instead, Rob lays a hand on his shoulder. The world shifts. Tyrion gasps as visions tear through him. He sees Tasha's smile, the girl in the village laughing, her hands warm in his. He feels the rain on his face. That night they wed, remembering her whispered promises in the dark. And then the horror, his father's voice, cold as stone. She was paid a h brought to amuse you. Jaime<unk>'s hand and his arm guiding him away. The gold coins scattered in the straw. But the vision does not end there. Rob's sight forces him further. He sees Tasha after not running with Lannister coin, but weeping, screaming, dragged by the guards. He sees her begging as she's thrown out. Her heartbreaking not because she was bought, but because she was never false. Tywin and Jaime are talking later. Why did you tell him that? This girl learned her lesson. She wouldn't trifle with us. It is not the who whom I'm concerned about. It is him. He must learn so he will not fall for the next two bit wench who comes his way. Better he believe they are all whs. >> Tyrion collapses to his knees, choking. No gods. No. She loved me. She did. And your father destroyed her. Is that a man worth your loyalty? >> Jon watches in silence, but his jaw tightens at the raw anguish in Tyrion's voice. I remember what you told me. All dwarves are bastards in the father's eyes. I hate to say that you were right, but you do not have to live under his gaze. Tyrion looks up, his face wet, twisted with fury and grief. His voice is but clear. And I'll take you to Castle Rock. Every tunnel, every sister, every secret passage. I'll see that castle burn from the inside out. And when the lions scream, I'll know my father hears them. But before I do, I want to know how did you? Because I've lived before. Weeks passed and Renley reports everything that happened to Robert, who maintains the siege. It is a welcome development, but he is concerned about the trustworthiness of Tyrion and suggests using expendable soldiers for the operation. Renley agrees, and soon nightfalls over the rock as their ships arrive. The sea crashes against its cliffs as cell swords of the Golden Company slip through the hidden sistns led by Tyrion. Jon wargs into Ghost and the pack. Their howls echoing off the stone as they create a distraction. The Northmen and Dornish make a show of joining the army. All while a few ships slip through. Jon leads the Golden Company inside while Dark Sister is in his hand. He slips into the sistns and cuts through the centuries. As Rob senses this, he lets out a whistle and the sky fills with ravens summoned by him. They rush towards the walls of the castly rock. Talons flashing and beaks jabbing as they strike at the guards. Men scream and swords swing wildly trying to take down their feathered attackers. All of that creates a wonderful distraction as the gates are thrown wide and the allied host pours in. Riverlords and stormlanders surge through the breach. Dornish spears pierce golden lions. Renley's knights robs Northmen and the wolves fight shoulderto-shoulder until the rock itself trembles with the clash. At dawn, the banners of House Lannister are torn down. The war is over. In the aftermath, lords gather in Robert's war camp. Tywin's defiance is broken. The Lannisters humbled. Yet, the question of the realm's future weighs heavier than victory. Tywin's body soon joins the others hanging off Castly Rock. But as they prepare to go home, the Golden Company demands that Jon Snow be made heir. They have seen him in war and they see how he is a Targaryen. Robert tries to brush this off, but Ned confirms it. He had tried to hide that fact, but now that it is out in the open, he confirms it. Dornish lords and Northmen raise their voices that Jon should be made heir. Make Jon the heir. He is Targaryen blood. He holds the wolf and the dragon both. It is not the worst idea. wedded him to Shireen to unite the bloodlines. Robert rages, curses, and drinks. But one by one, his lords remind him Jon had nothing to do with the rebellion. He fought to end it. He bled for the realm. And if Robert dies without a son, who better than a boy bound by the two dynasties. At last, Robert slams his cup down, wine spilling across the table. Seven hells take me. Fine, let it be. He'll sit on the throne when I'm gone, if that's what you all want. But God's help him if he turns out like his father. The lords cheer and the wolves howl. Jon says nothing, thinking back to Roose's warning about the wall. And yet, the realm stands more united than ever. If the White Walkers do indeed come, they will find a realm unbreakable. That's our theory. Westeros is a land filled with exciting stories and possibilities, and we love exploring them. If you want to accompany us on this journey across the seven kingdoms and beyond, then please like, share, and subscribe to our channel.