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"This", I mused as I watched the longship leave, "has gone a lot smoother than anticipated. Despite the miscalculation involved." I would have loved to retain both of them but I simply did not have the people or the money to do so, even manning one had been a challenge. Standing on top of the highest tower of Rythstone I leave my eyes to roam over the landscape and smile.

The ironborn had actually helped me more with their raid than they could ever have hoped to imagine. The coin alone would have been a great boon but the ships were the real prize. Lord Glover had all but fallen over himself as he offered to take them off my hands and I finally agreed to sell him one for 700 dragons, a significantly reduced price in honor of his good rule. Even at full prize I would not have made the 2.500 dragons first anticipated, the ships being worth only a third of what had been estimated. My vault had even so grown as full as I had ever seen it and even my father had never had more than a hundred dragons in reserve at any given time, at least as far as I knew.

I made an ally of lord Glover that day - one that I would very much need a few weeks later as it turned out. He also took most of the other loot off my hands in exchange for enough trained soldiers and their families so that I could actually use the second ship for my own purposes, which I did at once.

I stuffed what trade goods I could in its holds and sent it south, where it made a nice profit trading with Lannisport and other harbors in the Westerlands and Riverlands. The Iron Islands were strictly avoided at my command. No use in taunting the reavers with a ship that they had once owned and crewed. In each port they also made the same offer. A new chance up north, a new start. Land to be farmed, work to be had...if they wanted to. Every time my longship, the Dutchman, left with trade goods it returned two month later with a far more valuable cargo. People. Thrice already it had returned and increased the population of my lands by nearly 200 persons young and old, while bringing in a tidy profit as well. My tax income increased as did profit through trade. Already the first trading vessels had reached my docks, which I had expanded yet again with, now three stone piers reached out into the sea.

Sadly not all was well, the native population were grumbling over the influx of foreigners. But I couldn't care less. The new arrivals – each and every one – got a three day crash course in northern culture as they arrived. I paid their food and lodgings for the duration before being settled with the warning to observe the rules of their new home. Till now it seemed to work...so I was just waiting for the other shoe to drop. Already I was thinking about sending the Dutchman north to try trading with the free folk and maybe to get some of them to move to my lands. Countering the southern immigrants with northern ones, so to speak. It would also take away some of the population the night king could turn into undead monsters...but that was a thought for another time. I did only have one ship and that I was unwilling to risk in the far north just yet.

My treasury which I had nearly emptied completely the year before now boasted nearly 5.000 golden dragons after I had already paid for my current projects...and the sum was steadily growing as well. My father knew next to nothing of this, the only correspondence I had with him being his congratulations for my victory over the ironborn. Otherwise he seemed to be completely involved in the politicking at Harrenhal, something I knew would turn out to be a literal historical clusterfuck...and one I could do nothing about. Neither did I want to. The risks were just too great.

Instead I remained focused on what I could influence, which were the holdings of house Ryther. The watchtower I could not complete before the ironborn raid because I lacked funds had been finished not a month earlier, six men always being on duty looking for Ironborn ships or other dangers. The settlement beneath the castle, now called Rytherport by someone with next to no imagination, had already been half encircled by a sturdy palisade with the remainder set to finish within two months' time. I would have preferred a stone wall but those were just too expensive for now. What I had done was to set the palisade some distance from the buildings, so that the settlement had some more space to grow before coming up to the palisade. Two gates were set into the fortification, one leading to the port and one to my castle, which was also in the process of being repaired.

Gone were the times where I could only watch the great keep falling slowly apart around my ears. Next to the sailors I also paid lord Glover for stone masons, which were slowly but surely bringing the castle back into its proper shape. It would take time – years most likely – but I would bring my seat back to its proper glory. By the time the ironborn uprising and later the northern civil war rolled around I was sure to have holdings that were well enough defended that both Greyjoy and Bolton would think twice about attacking...hopefully. I had actually thought for a moment if I should side with Stark or Bolton once the civil war arrived but in the end it had literally been a no brainer. Choosing the flayed man would be a bad choice for many many reasons, which meant that I would have to fend off the Bolton men long enough for the Starks to make their comeback. Still, this was decades in the future and I had more immediate problems like building up the fighting forces and repairing the castle.

Now I just needed enough men to actually defend it and the other holdings. Replacing the men at arms had been easy, there had been enough volunteers. Of course they needed to be trained, but Harren was more than up to it and was currently still whipping the recruits into proper shape. I had also expanded their number by an additional 20 fighters, bringing the number available to me up to 60. Taken together with my archers, which had also come along nicely, I had a solid core of fighters available to beat off the next shitstorm that was sure to arrive sooner or later.

For once it would have been nice to be wrong, but I turned out right again. My fathers bones arrived two month later, having been slain in one of the many melee's of the Harrenhal tourney. I felt numb. True, I had not really known the man but he had still been my father, sort of. After taking care to place him in the tomb of my ancestors I interrogated the ten men at arms that went with him to learn what the fuck happened. It turned out that it had been a simple accident and my father had died not because some other competitor killed him, but by not being careful….no, he had slipped and cracked his head open on a stone after losing his helmet beforehand. A death so ridiculous that it had been the talk of the tournament for days, the reputation of my house being in tatters because of it.

Well, my seventeenths nameday could have gone better.

With my father's death I was now the Lord of Rythstone, which while not all that different than before I nonetheless greatly disliked. Before the death of Brandon Ryther I could have hoped to avoid participating in the coming rebellion. Now, I would have to join myself without having the option of ducking behind my father and sitting it out at home. I got very drunk once I realized this and jumped in a frenzy of preparations the days after, knowing I had little time before the shit hit the fan. A year at the most in which I had to accomplish three things.

I had to bring my affairs and my lands in order, so that they could survive and thrive in my absence.

I had to choose which soldiers to bring with me after which they would be equipped and trained to the best of my ability.

...I had to fucking marry.

Yes, I know. Seventeen. But remember, Westeros. Age does matter little if your house hangs on by a thread. I am the last living member of house Ryther and I need an heir as fast as fucking possible at lord Glovers barely veiled command. He had no intention of leaving a subordinate house to die off just because I did not produce an heir fast enough. Sadly my father's inglorious death made me the most ineligible bachelor in the north despite my own proven fighting prowess. I could of course always marry a Frey, my grandfather was sure to all but throw his daughters at me...but that tasted too much like incest to me. Not even considering what having another connection to the Freys might do to my long term plans. No, I would have to look in another direction – to the north. Already the steady immigration of southlanders into my fief had damaged my reputation in the north, even though it had allowed me to bring my house back from the economic brink. I would need a northern wife and I needed it badly.

Two month later I married eighteen year old Jasana Snow, third natural born daughter of the chieftain of clan Wull. Without lord Glover putting in a good word for me even this would not have been possible with my fathers accident hanging over me but the man did really come through for me. The dowry was practically non-existent but I did not dare complain.

The face of my scholar upon announcing it remains a fond memory. But I digress, I was a sound choice even though it might not seem like it at first sight. My father's demise had closed nearly every noble door in Westeros to me regarding marriage. Those that remained I could not choose, for neither the Freys nor the Ironborn were viable options. I could have married some minor noble of a foreign house from...lets say Braavos. Sadly that would have done me little good as I had already gained the reputation of a southern lover, expanding this to all things foreign might have been the death kneel of my reputation. Having a clanswoman for a bride did a lot to repair it even though I would have much preferred a more profitable match at a later point in time. I like to think that I made the best of the situation even though my brain still blue screened occasionally at the thought of being married at seventeen. In my last life I married at thirty and three, nearly two fucking decades later.

Jasana on the contrary to myself was beloved by her father and her family as a whole. She turned out to be quite intelligent and feisty, two things I very much like in my woman. I will not go into details but we fit well together and her first pregnancy was announced before the year was up, much to my elation. Son or daughter, it would not matter. For now house Ryther would be secure and lord Glover – well meaning as he may be – off my back. More so as I had gained clan Wull as valuable allies by looking past her 'bastard' status and elevating her back into noble status through the marriage. An alliance I was sure would come in handy at some point..

Knowing that I had a few months at most remaining before being called to a war I really really wanted to avoid, I turned into a whirlwind of activity. As often as I could I had Jasana at my side as I planned the future of our lands, knowing that she would be the one to manage everything as I rode to war. I had ordered two fortified watchtowers built on both sides of the harbor and ordered scorpions ordered and to be placed on top of them, defending the rapidly expanding infrastructure. The watchtower on the cliff was to be expanded into a fortified lighthouse, and the garrison of all three fortifications expanded.

All this was only possible as the population of my lands had all but exploded, my standing offer of immigration drawing more and more people, most arriving by ship. By now it was not only the Dutchman bringing in people, but also other ships that made port more often than not leaving a few persons behind. The settlement of Rytherport had exploded to nearly 2.000 souls with my lands now boasting nearly 10.000 men, women and children calling it home. My coffers filled quickly enough – now boasting a good 1.500 golden dragons – that I would be able to start bigger projects soon enough...but that did not have priority at this point in time.

I expanded my men at arms to an even hundred and recruited another fifty archers, bringing my armed forces to 170 members. Most of those would stay behind as garrison duty for three reasons. One, I planned to join the war as an archery unit and had little interest in losing men at arms in the rebellion when I would need them later. Two, no other house knew the true strength of my military and even taking fifty archers to war would be more than even lord Glover would expect. Three, I knew...just knew...that as soon as I left something would try to destroy everything I had built. Let them try, I would leave them bleeding on the ground.

I trained the archers and myself religiously and had Harren torture them some more even as I moaned in pain as my wife applied salves against the bruises while needling me for being a wuss. My men would be the best archers on the field, come hell or high water. I slowly grew a little more competent with the sword even though I still preferred the bow and not getting close at all. Investing nearly 500 dragons I had my archers clad in chainmail, solid barbute style helmets, short sword and round shields. A further ten dragons earned me fifty solid riding horses. Not warhorses, mind you...those cost a lot more and would be grossly overpowered for what I intended.

My own horse of course was a warhorse, the one my father had owned before me...and something was needed to set me apart from my soldiers. I wore a castle forged chainmail with chest and shoulders protected by an extra layer of plate on top of it. My helmet followed the same design my troops were wearing but was a little more 'edgy' around the corners, clearly setting me apart. My troops also wore surcots with my coat of arms, which also prominently featured on shields and as a banner on ever spear, pole or stick I could get my hands on. Creating a common identity was important after all. I also always wore a surcoat even if it was naturally of higher quality than the stuff my men could boast. Being a noble meant looking like one first of all even if ability should really qualify over appearance.

As the year ended traders brought the news that Lysanna Stark had been named Queen of Love and Beauty. I knew that my time at home would come to an end soon and I called my wife into my solar. Five month pregnant she was slower than she had once been but I was not stupid enough to tell her so. Instead I handed her a cup of tea I had recently procured from a passing trader and got right to the heart of the matter.

"War is imminent, my love.", I started and handed her the message telling of the events at the tourney of Harrenhal.

"Hardly.", she snorts and places the parchment on my desk. "Not crowning the wife does not start a war."

"This one will...I have a bad feeling about this and with the rumours regarding the king's...mental health I suspect to be called to battle within the next six month.", I state calmly and sigh tiredly.

"Is this the reason for the frankly mad pace you have been keeping up the last few months?", my wife questions with some amount of trepidation.

"Yes", I admit, "I have looked with worry at the events in Harrenhal for some time. Let us hope that I am wrong, but I fear that I am not and that you will be left to take care of everything while I try not to get killed in a war nobody wants."

The last part had escaped my mouth with a certain amount of bitterness and I looked up in surprise as a warm hand covered mine, the smiling face of my wife flicking in the light of the candles. "I will do my duty as will you, my husband. If you are called to war I trust that you will do your best to return to me….to us."

"That I will do.", I agree with a heartfelt smile before turning serious again, "Jasana...there are a few things that will need to be done while I am away."

"Name them", she states and leans into her chair, "I will see them done, should you really be absent as you fear."

"We have grown quickly and have to be careful not to overreach ourselves. Nonetheless there are a few things that need to be done to keep the momentum going.", I start and stand up to pace up and down the room as I speak. It has always helped my concentration and I needed every bit of help I could get, everything considered. "We will need to buy at least another ship. The Dutchman has been trading south for a while, bringing people we desperately need back every time...but this has shaken the balance within our lands. We need more northmen to restore it. I intend to go further north to do so. Send an expedition north past the shadow tower and trade with the wildlings...the free folk as they call themselves. Make them the same offer we make in the south. I suspect that not many will take it during summer but as winter comes more will do so. See if your family can and will help. Trading with the free folk should be preferred to fighting off raids."

"You are aware of the long enemity between wildlings and the north? This will earn a lot of ill will from the other northern lords. I would not recommend it at this time."

I frown before grimacing, crossing the idea off my list for the moment. "….fine. But I will revisit the topic at a later time. Please gather what information you can get on the free folk and if there has ever been any trade. I still intend to get at least some of them to bolster our numbers but that might be a long term plan instead. Do you have any idea where we can get 'proper' northmen to balance the southern emigrants at least to some extent?"

"Yes", she replies at once, "the clans always have more mouths than can be easily feed during winter. I will write my father and we should see a steady trickle of clansmen arriving not too much later."

Blinking in surprise I stare at her for a long moment, feeling like slapping myself. Always the most obvious solutions were those not really considered. I nod silently, still debating if I should hit myself for my stupidity or refrain.

Pausing a moment I see her making notes before nodding and waving me to continue, which I do at once. "Try to expand our trade network and the farms. Try to find the right mix of that crop rotation I heard about. Not knowing the details will likely cost us years to find out what to plant where at which times but it should be worth it in the end. Buy food when you can do so at reasonable rates and continue the fortification out of Rytherport and the Stone. I expect the immigration to continue or even speed up during the war and I do not intent do be caught in a famine just because we did not think ahead. Expand the guard as needed and see that the new arrivals, south or north, are integrated seamlessly. Also take care that the midwives continue the practice as I have decreed. Just.. take care of things."

"I will", she states and smiles at you. "While I remain sceptical regarding your free folk adventure I will do my best to see it and everything else through."

"I know you will", I smile and kiss her lightly before helping her stand, "Let us retreat for the night."

"Lets", she smiles and leads me to our quarters.

As lord Glover's messenger arrives four month later, calling the banners in lord Stark's name neither of us is surprised. We are mostly annoyed to be disturbed, Nathan Ryther having been born not a week earlier. I really had better things to do than go to war...but also no choice.

"Never cut twice", I roar at the head of the column before lightly pressing my heels into the flanks of my steed, the mighty warhorse trotting forwards. "Never cut twice!", echo the fifty horsed archers behind me before following as hundreds of spectators cheer at our passage.

"War..", I mutter beneath my helmet with a healthy dose of disgust, "...some things just never change."