The Eyrie was invisible, hidden in the clouds, the Giant’s Lance cloaked in the morning fog. Lord Royce could still feel its presence though, the huge looming mountain was a threatening thing but now that the Vale was in peril, everyone knew it was their last and best line of defence.
“So many men have answered the king’s call to arms” the young Lord Grafton looked in awe at the great war camp, young Vardis Arryn had assembled a great host to protect the central Vale from the treacherous Northerners.
“Just when the king announced a time of peace , heh, look at us now”
Young Grafton looked surprised, “We will drive the heathens out and then we will burn White Harbor just like the King did before and then Winterfell will be next”
Lord Royce looked at the foolish lordling, he knew that this war would be long and bloody, the Vale would bleed like the Riverlands had in the last wars.
“Come on!, let’s find Vardis’s tent” Old lord Royce gave his horse the spurs and his retinue followed, riding into the see of tents and banners assembled at the foot of the Mountain.
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King Talon was staring at the battle map splayed out on the oaken table in his grand pavilion near the Green Fork.
Ser Templeton was surprised the map didn’t freeze and broke into tiny crystals the way the king’s pale blue eyes bore into it.
All the great lords of the vale stood around the table like statues, no one dared speak.
Lord Karstark stood in the middle of the tent shifting uncomfortably from one leg to the other while rain dripped of his soaked furs. Karstark had lost most of his men trying to cross the neck when king Talon’s descended upon the Northern host and he still seemed shaken.
The king rose from the table and pointed his gaze on the northern lord that seemed to freeze before the Falcon’s eyes.
“How is my daughter?”
The northern lord seemed surprised by the question but managed to stutter an answer, “The princess is very happy, Winterfell has become her home and the North is filled with tales of her kindness to the local people”
“Good, house Arryn and Stark are bound in marriage, we should have been bound in purpose to, I admit that we have been selfish, the Riverland expedition should have been a joint effort with joint spoils”
The king gazed at the map again while the northern lord seemed to struggle for words once more but before he could speak the King of the Mountain and the Vale spoke.
“The North will be given the ancestral lands of house Mudd, Oldstones will be given to king Beron, in return all northern forces will leave the Vale immediately and we will once again renew our alliance”
Lord Karstark smiled for the first time in a long time and a sigh of relief went through the tent.
That night the lords of the Vale feasted with the Northern nobles.
Strange how the men we fought in the swamps of the Neck, who saw their brothers die afraid and in pain deep in the bogs are now feasting with us like nothing ever happened.
The King rose on the dais, together with Lord Karstark, they raised their cups together and raised a cup together while declaring
“Tonight we remember the dead and feast for the joint future of the North and the Vale, we fought and fought well but our friendship will be even stronger now”
A cheer went through the camp and the feast continued until soldiers and lords of both parties fell asleep together on the benches and on the tables of the feast tent.
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“Treason!”
The Maester looked defiantly across the hall, the men looked uncomfortable and did not meet his gaze.
“Alesander would never betray the Vale, he was king Osgood’s friend and he respects King Talon” old lord Melcolm bellowed while spilling wine on his expensive sky-blue tunic which hardly covered his fat belly.
No one supported his word though, they echoed through the hall and died alone in the rafters .
“Treason, a king that does not support his allies in times of war is no king but a serpent!”, the Maester of Gulltown was red in anger and spittle flew from his mouth with each word.
“I saw the Stag banners cross the river at Saltpans, they invaded our land instead of rendering aid, they took our forts and they still hold them, we should march on them at once and kick them back to the barren lands from whence they came!”
“Treason!” the chant was taken up by men all across the hall, knights and lords banged their cups on the table in support.
“The Stormking had pacts with house Stark and house Arryn it would be impossible for him to intervene” Lord Melcolm’s voice sounded feeble and unconvinced.
“The Stormking entered into an alliance with house Arryn, our noble kings fought beside the Stormlanders in the Riverlands and then when these heathens from the frozen North invade he uses some feeble excuse, if a house with which you have an alliance is attacked without provocation you help no matter what your relation is to the attacker! It is treason!”
Lord Melcolm seemed to shrink at the words of the Maester.
Vardis Arryn had heard enough, he left the hall, his father had to be informed of this disturbing sentiment amongst the nobles, too often words of war became acts of war.