I'm Theon Greyjoy

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The army of the North crossed the Crossing, reaching the opposite shore of the Green Tooth. But not for long. Robb himself remained at the Crossing with a hundred footmen to 'select' a wife.

He walked in front of a steady line of Frey maidens, eyeing each one. His face was grim - brooding and it scared away Walder Frey's granddaughters. Few could look into the eyes of the Grim Wolf and shrink from his gaze.

All this action was taking place in the great hall of the Twins. At the end of the hall, in a throne-like chair, sat the master of the place, Walder Frey, called the Late One by his detractors.

And he had many detractors, who disliked the Lord of the Twins for his quarrelsome nature. But this did not prevent him from celebrating his ninth decade of life ...

He sat on his throne, curled up. His face was hard and suspicious, his eyes cloudy as he squinted at Robb.

He walked past a rather round-eyed girl, and stopped in front of a pretty girl. He looked at her intently, causing one of Walder Frey's granddaughters to look away.

-What is your name, my lady? - Stark asked.

-Roslyn. Roslin Frey.

Robb's gaze travelled to Lord Frey sitting on his throne. His many kin were gathered around him, and behind him stood Theon and several northern lords and Stark latelords.

- I choose her.

-Good choice, Lord Robb. - A nasty grin appeared on the dry face. -You know how to choose future wives.

- I'm sure I do, Lord Frey. - Robb said indifferently, eager to leave the Twins. - I think we can have the wedding at the local sept tomorrow.

-Yes, yes. - Frey agreed hastily. - What about marriage to Lady Arya?

-I can't make any definite promises. My sister is a lion's prisoner, and all sorts of things could happen. - Stark dismissed it, not wanting to give the Freys so much as a simple walk through their castle. - You can send your grandchildren to Winterfell today.

Lord Frey's smile faded. He had certainly had some hopes for a marriage between Arya and one of his grandchildren. But he had to settle for sending a couple of descendants as wards to Winterfell and Robb's marriage to one of the Freys. But he was afraid to try to do anything about it under Robb's gloomy gaze and the vast army, some of which was in his fiefdom.

The wedding was to be celebrated the next day, and the Freys immediately began rolling out barrels of wine and dark ale and preparing the table. But their preparations were in vain...

Robb's great-uncle Brinden Tully, who had come from the Vale with a force of a couple of hundred fighters with fish crests, approached the Twins. And he brought with him some disappointing news.....

Edmure Tully's Riverine Army was defeated and Riverrun was besieged. Lannister bands are looting and burning villages. The Blackfish and his men have captured a dozen men from the unit of Marbrand, one of the Old Lion's vassals.

Edmure Tully himself was taken prisoner.

Robb was forced to negotiate with the Freys to postpone the wedding. The Lord of the Crossing was terribly unhappy, but agreed, bargaining Robb into taking one of the Freys as a squire. And a new attempt to marry Arya, but again unsuccessful. Stark was adamant.

Robb's army was joined by four thousand soldiers of House Frey - three on foot and one thousand on horseback.

The Grim Wolf took only the cavalry with him and left all the infantry under the command of Roose Bolton, deeming him trustworthy and cautious enough not to destroy the entire army in battle with Tywin.

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A smooth formation of Lannister soldiers stood in a hail of arrows. The Northmen had tried to attack in the night, but the Lannister sentries had not failed to raise the alarm in time. The Western troops were in battle formation in time to take the Northern attack.

-Dreadfort!

-Winterfell!

-Carhold!

With shouts and war cries, the northern infantry slammed into the smooth line of Westerners, beginning to squeeze through it.

The clang of metal and the groans of the dying drowned out the entire battlefield, overriding the commander's orders. The Westerners stood firm. A tall Highlander chopped down an enemy soldier with his two-handed sword, but immediately received a couple of stabbing blows in the open and slumped down, showering the ground and the people around him with blood.

Several soldiers with the emblems of the Ambers, with a couple of blows, hastened the knight who had the folly to get out of formation. One of them, finished him off by simply jabbing his sword into his visor. There was a gurgling sound and blood spurted out onto the bearded northerner's face.

-North! North!

-Casterly! Casterly!

The ranks began to gradually mingle, the smooth formation disappearing, giving way to the chaos and disorder of battle. Suddenly, on the left flank, the Westerners began to retreat, pushed all the way back by the Northmen. The retreating men were pinned to the river by a small portion of the northerners.

A bugle sounded and the stomping of horses' hooves. The ground shook and a broad formation of western cavalry appeared on the horizon. They entered the line of the blockading Northmen like a knife in butter and swept them away without any resistance.

The horn of retreat sounded - the Northmen had lost the battle and were attempting an organised retreat. The Lannisters made no attempt to organise a pursuit.....

But Roose Bolton had no orders - to win. Only to distract the Old Lion while the Grim Wolf struck his main blow. The battle for the Green Tooth was over.

The valley highlanders were running around the field, slicing off ears and looting. However, the Westerners were not lagging behind either - common soldiers were not averse to borrowing some dead knight's armour or weapons.

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Stark took all his cavalry, along with the riders of House Frey, and marched towards Riverrun. Along the way they were joined by small bands of survivors of the defeat of the River Army and the forces of House Mallister under the command of Jason Mallister, the head of the house.

'There he is, Rodrick's killer.'

Tall, lean with a chiselled, smooth-shaven face. Ferocious blue-grey eyes pierced Greyjoy as Lord Jason approached Robb. Mallister recognised which house Theon belonged to, though Greyjoy did not wear his family crest in plain sight.

It had taken them nearly a fortnight to reach Riverrun. Robb had hidden his troops in the forest, near the narrow valley into which the Lannisters had decided to be lured.

The enemy's sentries were outnumbered by the Blackfish, so the approach of the huge army was simply not seen....

Brinden Tully let himself be discovered - and immediately ducked into the Whispering Woods, pursued by Jaime Lannister's cavalry.

All this happened at night. The army commander's carelessness played havoc with his cavalry and he was trapped in a vise. The Knights of the West, lacking any manoeuvre to attack, could not offer any worthy resistance. The battle quickly turned into a carnage.

Theon, close to Robb, sometimes fired his arrows at Lannister soldiers who got too close. He had to use his sword as well.

He saw an armoured troop coming towards them, rushing towards Robb. The knight, in gilded armour, leading the charge left no doubt of his identity.

Theon drew his bow and released an arrow. With a slurping sound, it entered the throat of the horse on which the Kingslayer sat. The wounded horse threw off its rider and fell on its side, making death noises.

Several Stark guardsmen tried to stop Lannister and take him prisoner, but quickly fell, bleeding from the swift sweeps of the Kingslayer's sword, which was as gilded as his armour.

There was a whistle of wind and a new arrow sank through a small crevice in the articulation of the shoulder pads. Lannister let out a shriek and fell, immediately swarmed by several ring-clad northerners.

The battle was over and the winner was obvious. Some were already looting the dead bodies, and Stark soldiers were walking among the corpses, picking off the badly wounded and taking knights and lords prisoner.

Many were taken prisoner - Greyjoy saw captives bearing the crests of the Bainforths, Estrens, Braxes, Westerlings, and many others. There were even a couple of Freys among the captives.

The wounded Kingslayer was brought up to Stark. He tried to smile, but the pain of the arrow made him grimace.

-Ah, young Robb. - Lannister said with a wry sneer. - Pretty sneaky to lure honest knights into a trap.

A direwolf with a bloody maw appeared nearby, growling.

-I don't see any honest knights here, only oath-breakers and robbers,' Robb said indifferently. - Put him in the cage.

Theon pulled out his arrow before he did, eliciting a pained groan and a furious glare from the Kingslayer.

-As a memento,' Greyjoy smiled at Robb.

Tywin's son was led away, and Robb ordered everyone to prepare for another attack - there was still some of Jaime Lannister's defeated troops besieging his mother's house.