Northmen! Let's Ride Out!

When the first light of the new dawn fell through the window, Reagan slowly stirred from his slumber. He tried to turn around in his bed as usual, but he stopped midway when he touched something solid other than the sheets. When he cracked open one eye to see what was on his bed, he saw the beautiful sleeping face of Lyanna. Smiling at her peaceful face, he thought, That's right, I got married, and I lost my virginity.' 

Shaking his head to stow away all the thoughts that came after that, he placed his hand on her face and rubbed her lips for a bit. Then, leaning in slowly, he gave her a kiss and said, "Wake up, my wife. We have to ride out today."

"Mhmmmm." Groaning for a bit, without opening her eyes, she extended her arms and pulled Reagan to her chest.

When he felt the soft sensation on his face, he closed his eyes as he slowly succumbed to that sensation. Wrapping his hand around her body, he pinched her buttocks, which caused her to wake up with a start "Ow!"

When she opened her eyes, she saw that she was holding Reagan tightly, which was causing him breathing problems.

"Sorry! I almost killed you!" Immediately appologizing to him, she released him and sat up from her sleeping position. Which caused the sheet that covered her to fall down, which was a feast for Reagan's eyes.

Keeping his eyes on her chest, he said, "Why are you sorry? That would have been a glorious death."

"What?" Lyanna asked back as she looked at Reagan and then at where he was looking. "Heh." Scoffing at Reagan, she asked, "It would be more glorious than dying in battle."

"There is only one death more glorious than the death due to breast suffocation." Reagan told her while still looking at her breast.

Crossing her arms over her breast, effectively hiding it from his view, Lyanna asked, "And what would that be?"

Slowly nodding at her, he told her like a sage passing wisdom to a peasant, "Death by thighs, it is."

"Oh you!!" Shouting out at him, Lyanna lunged at Reagan, and both of them fell back on the bed.

Placing her hands on his chest, she stared at Reagan on his stomach, and as she rocked her hips to and fro, she asked Reagan, "Do you want to go another round?"

Shaking his head, he told her, "As much as I like to have another round with you, we have our duties to do. We have to ride out today; war is near."

Nodding her, Lyanna got off of Reagan and went to get dressed while saying, "That we do."

Reagan got off from the bed and helped her put on her armor, When she was finished, she helped Reagan put on his armor. Taking the helmet, she handed it to Reagan and said, "The right to put this on your head belongs to your mother."

Taking the black wolf head from her, he kissed her and said "Thanks for that. Shall we go now?"

"We shall, my husband." She replied with a smile and took his hand to be escorted out.

At the southern gate, Brandon, Sarra, Alys, Artos, and Arya were waiting for the arrival of the newlyweds, along with their wolves and Lyanna's bear. When they reached there, Reagan went to his mother, and while hugging her, he told her, "Wish me luck, mother. This is my first war."

"I'll be praying to the Old Gods. Come back victorious." She told him as she kissed his cheek. Then, looking at Lyanna, she said as she spread her hands to hug Lyanna "Come."

As Lyanna, hugged Sarra, she told her good mother "Take care of yourself, mother."

Smiling at her words, Sarra replied "I will, daughter, I will."

On the other hand, Reagan was hugging his youngest siblings while trying his best to make them cry. Brandon just watched with amusement present on his face and Alys was itching to ride out and fight the war.

As Reagan rose from the ground after telling his siblings that he will be back soon, he asked his father, "Have the lords prepared?"

"They are ready to march. Was waiting for you though." Brandon said with a smirk.

Not minding what his father said, he told his father "As we discussed before, I'll be taking the Free Folk army with me along with quarter of Winter Wolves."

"And I'll be taking one quarter of the Winter Wolves and the soldiers of Winterfell, along with the Lords in the East." Brandon nodded at his son, and looking at his good-daughter and daughter, he said, "They will be taking the Valkyries and the spear women of the Free Folks. I can see what will happen at the Neck."

"Yes, they will be underestimating them and they will pay for that, very dearly." Reagan agreed with his father and saw his mother moving towards them.

Reaching Brandon, she took his helmet from his hands, and placed it over his head. Looking into his eyes, she said, "Etch it in their bones to not mess with the North again."

"I will, my Queen." Brandon told her as he kissed her knuckles.

After Brandon, she placed Reagan's helmet over his head and looking into his grey eye, she told him, "Instill fear in them that will last through generations."

"I will, my Queen." Smirking at her words, Reagan also kissed her knuckles.

Next, she placed Lyanna's helmet and told her, "They should tremble before the name Valkyrie."

"I will make sure of that, my Queen." Lyanna promised her.

And finally, Sarra placed Aly's helmet and told her, "Show the world what you are capable of."

"I will, my Queen." Alys replied while trembling all over with excitment.

"Come back victorious. We will be waiting for you." Sarra told the four as she held her younger children's hands.

Nodding at her, they all started to mount their bonded animals and went out through the gate of the castle.

As they started to walk out of the castle, Brandon was leading them, with Reagan following him closely behind, with Alys and Lyanna a step behind them. Walking through the path created by the army of the North, who have been waiting for them to arrive, Brandon asked Reagan, "When are you going to Oldtown?"

Smiling at his father's question, Reagan replied "After I have dealt with the Ironborn. Instead of coming to the Neck with the army, I'll be heading to Oldtown."

"Alys will be upset, you know?" Brandon told Reagan as he took a peek at his daughter.

Shaking his head, Reagan told his father, "She won't be. She's coming with me to Oldtown."

"Good. Take care of her then." Saying that to Reagan, Brandon made Coal walk a bit faster to reach the front of the army.

When he reached there with the three of them, Brandon looked at the army the North had amassed in the span of the night: 'Ten thousand Northmen, sixty thousand Free Folks and three hundred Giants on their Mammoths.'

Smiling at the army, he started to say, "Loyal men and women of the North,

The hour has come. Today, we stand on the brink of battle, poised to reclaim our honor and defend our realm. The Southern Kingdoms, with their gilded crowns and pompous airs, have dared to challenge the strength and resolve of the North. They think their wealth and numbers can outmatch our grit and steel. They are gravely mistaken.

We are the sons and daughters of the North, born of ice and fire, hardened by the winds that blow from the frozen north and the hardships we have endured. Our land has been carved by our forebears' will, and we have sworn to protect it with every ounce of our strength. For too long, the Southern Kingdoms have turned their gaze northward with disdain, as if our rugged lands and fierce hearts were mere trifles. They have wronged us, and now they will pay for their arrogance.

Look to your comrades. See the faces of those who stand beside you. These are the men and women who have shared your struggles, fought your battles, and stood by you through thick and thin. We are bound by a loyalty that transcends blood, forged in the fires of adversity and tempered by the cold of our homeland. We fight for each other, for our families, and for the North that we hold dear.

We march not just for glory or conquest, but to preserve our way of life, to honor the legacy of those who came before us. Our ancestors fought with honor, and we will follow their example. We are the Northmen, and we will show the world what it means to face our fury.

The Southern Kingdoms may have their golden cities and their armies of the South, but they have never known the cold bite of the North. They have never felt the weight of our will or the sharpness of our swords. Today, we fight not just for victory, but for the right to live free and proud in our own land.

Stand firm, fight with valor, and let every blow you strike be a testament to our strength and our resolve. The North remembers, and the North will prevail.

To the victory that is ours by right, to the lands we defend, and to the honor we uphold—forward, men of the North!

For the North!" (AN: This speech is from Chatgpt.)

""For the North!!!"" The army shouted out as loud as they can.

Thus, the war against the Kingdom of Vale and the Kingdom of Isles and Rivers began in earnest.