The Siege of Pyke

South of Seagard, Riverlands, 289 AC, Jorah Mormont POV.

The Northmen, the Reachmen, the Stormlanders, the Valemen, and finally, the Riverlanders are cheering loudly, due the news from Prince Stannis Baratheon and Paxter Redwyne's Pincer move to the Ironborn, has been successful. Though, Euron Greyjoy and Victarion Greyjoy escape, most of their bulk forces sunk on the bottom of Faircastle. All of them cheered and drunk, all but the Westerlanders, as Lannisport still suffered from the surprise attack. Tywin Lannister cannot, and will not cheer before he can destroy the Ironborn for their insult to his House.

Jorah, quietly drinking his ale, looked at the high table, where the Demon of the Trident, King Robert Baratheon sat with his childhood friend, Lord Eddard Stark. When the Northern host met with the Royal and Stormland army, a great feast was quickly ordered by King Robert. It is clear, the King dearly love his friend. Connection to the Crown was always a boon for the North, especially as they are the poorest Kingdom in Westeros.

Jorah is really lucky to have his Aunt Maege and her daughter, Alisa, to manage the developments of Bear Island. Especially Alisa, as she's the one who implement the use of Ironborn long ship and war galleys. Now, they've painted the ship with their color, along with the standing bear sigil.

A quick shout outside was enough to draw all attention, a pageboy informed, Prince Stannis have arrived, along with Lord Paxter Redwyne. The time to bring the war in the Iron Islands has come.

Jorah drank the horn cup and slammed it on the table, tightening the sword belt on his waist, where the Longclaw rest. His eyes met with Aunt Maege, who nodded in confirmation.

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Pyke, Iron Islands, 289 AC.

Alisa will be so disappointed. The King ordered the Northmen army to siege the Pyke with him and his army. Lord Drumm of Shatterstone, rest in Old Wyk, there is no chance Jorah can take Red Rain from Lord Drumm. There's another Valyrian blade, Lord Harlaw's Nightfall, but he's in the island of Harlaw, so no chance for Jorah to take it.

Now, Jorah lead the vanguard to the castle of Pyke, killing all Ironborn that tried to get in his way. Beside him, Thoros of Myr with his flaming sword. Thought it was just a party trick, but that flaming sword cuts through armor like they wasn't even there. No more thinking of flaming sword, in his hands was one the remaining Valyrian steel in the world.

There stood the King of Salt and Rock, Balon Greyjoy. "Surrender your crown, Balon." Jorah said.

Before Balon could speak, the King of Westeros boomed at the door, his war hammer bloodied, "Ah seven hells, I missed this." He bellowed a laugh, eyeing Balon, "Now, for your crimes against your king, you will die." He swung his hammer.

"Robert!" Ned shouted, causing the King to halt his hammer.

"What is it, Ned? You want the glory of killing the rebel?" Robert huffed.

"No, accepting his surrender is honorable, Robert." Ned pleads, pointing at Balon's last son and heir, Theon Greyjoy. "Keep his heir hostage, and the Iron Islands will keep their peace."

Robert growled, "If they ever rebel again, I'll destroy every last squid squirming in this damn island." He walked out of the throne room, but before saying, "Take the squid heir, it's your responsibilities now."

Ned nodded, not liking the situation. Jorah on the side said, "Why spare them, Lord Stark? Do you remember, that Ironborn will always think the North and Riverlands as their playground? Bear Island is sick of fighting these reavers."

Ned said simply, "It is not honorable."

Jorah sighed, "Honor will not keep Southern Lords to keep their words, Lord Stark, you know that." He sheathed Longclaw, before saying, "I asked your permission to take hundred long ships and hundred war galleys, along with two hundred trade ship, Lord Stark. Will honor your promise to me?"

Ned sighed, not really wanting to deal with this, "Aye, along with Thralls and Saltwives, correct?" In which, Jorah nodded, Ned continued, "Take them, along with your chosen Shipbuilders and Shipwrights."

"You have my thanks, Lord Stark." Jorah bowed slightly, before leaving the throne room. He left the broken castle walls, ordering Mormont solders to round up the Thralls and Saltwives, along with the Shipbuilder and Shipwright willing to leave the island. Jorah really wish to take Red Rain.

"Lord Jorah, it... it's Lady Maege, Mi'lord. She... she was stabbed at the back."

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Bear Island, 290 AC, Alisa Mormont POV.

"Lyanna! News from Lord Cousin." Alisa happily brushed into Lyanna's room, where the Midwife and some female servant was tending to baby Lyanna.

"Al!" Lyanna cheered as she heard Alisa calling her name.

"I've not open this yet, so let's read it together, is that alright?" Alisa said. Sitting down, Alisa broke the unbroken seal and skimmed through the letter. Her turned seriously black, her eyes read the letter for the second time.

"Mother..." A single tear escaped Alisa's eye, her fist clenched, the letter almost tear apart and blanched red with her blood. Lyanna, as if sensing her feeling, crawled to her with a worrying expression. Alisa saw this, quickly wrapping Lyanna in a bear hug.

"Mother fought bravely, mother lived fierce with pride... and mother died. We shall never see her like again, not ever, Lyanna."

"I want all men and women of Bear Island, to prepare the return of their Lord with a feast, and to prepare for funeral of all Mormont life that died in battle." Alisa carried Lyanna away.

"And make it a very big feast, Lord Jorah caught a Hightower girl for a new wife."