War council at Riverrun

Black Walder stands among Lord Eddard's entourage as a representative of the Freys, who by all accounts were almost prepared to march. Gaunt and bony, the Frey knight looks several years beyond his tender age, a thick black moustache sitting above his top lip. He eyed Lysa wolfishly, well aware of the stories of old lords and nubile young brides deceiving them in secret. After all, he had lived them.

Robert's arrival at the war council breathed new life into the room. The golden doublet, adorned with the sigil of House Baratheon, spoke of his regal presence and unyielding determination. Despite the slight limp, a testament to the battles fought, Robert carried himself with an air of confidence and strength.

Eddard's eyes met Robert's, a mix of relief and concern passing between them. They had been through much together, and their bond ran deep. As Robert took his place among his loyal bannermen, the weight of responsibility and leadership settled upon his broad shoulders.

The room seemed to buzz with energy as the lords and knights of the Stormlands and beyond stood tall in their allegiance to House Baratheon.

Eddard spoke, his voice filled with conviction. "Robert, your arrival invigorates us all. The Stormlands stand strong by your side, their loyalty unwavering. Together, we shall face the trials ahead and claim the victory that is rightfully ours."

The war council at Riverrun had become a gathering of formidable leaders, each bringing their unique strengths and experiences to the table. The fate of the realm hung in the balance, but amidst the challenges, a sense of camaraderie and purpose permeated the room. As the council prepared to discuss their next moves, the combined forces of House Stark, House Arryn, House Frey, and House Baratheon stood as a united front, ready to face the trials and tribulations of the rebellion. The stage was set for the nextphase of the conflict, and history awaited its next chapter. The question only was, what would it entail?

Eddard Stark, now fully immersed in the war council, listened attentively to Robert's words. The gravity of their situation weighed heavily upon them, and Robert's strategic thinking was evident.

"You speak true, Robert," Eddard replied, his voice filled with seriousness. "The Reachlords may have strength in numbers, but their unity is tenuous at best. House Florent has long held ambitions of ruling Highgarden, and their discontent with the Tyrells is well-known."

He paused for a moment, considering Robert's proposal. "Sending someone discreet to Brightwater is a wise move. We need a trusted envoy who can navigate the delicate politics and convince Florent to join our cause. Promising him Highgarden in return for his allegiance could be the key to fracturing the Reachlords' unity."

Eddard's gaze shifted to the mention of Tywin Lannister. "Tywin is a formidable adversary, cunning and ruthless. His absence raises questions, and we must remain vigilant. It's unlike him to remain silent for long. Casterly Rock is a stronghold, and its forces could pose a significant threat."

He leaned forward, his expression determined. "We cannot afford to underestimate Tywin. His allegiance to the Targaryens may be wavering, or he may be biding his time, waiting for the right moment to strike. We must gather intelligence and ascertain his intentions. Our forces must be prepared for any eventuality."

Eddard's gaze met Robert's, a shared understanding passing between them. They both knew the challenges that lay ahead, the delicate dance of alliances and the ever-present threat of their enemies. But they were resolved to lead their forces with honor and determination.

"Robert, we will send trusted spies to gather information on Tywin's movements and intentions," Eddard proposed. "Our eyes and ears must be vigilant, so we can react swiftly and decisively. The fate of the realm hinges on our ability to outmaneuver our adversaries."

"We need to send someone we can trust. Maybe that young brother of yours, Benjen, can ride to Brightwater. He is a lad, none will know who he is, for he has joined no tourney or no feast save that at Harrenhall, and he was but the litter's pulp"

Said Robert.

"Eyes were fixed on my beloved, Gods be gracious and restore her to me"

He added.

"I agree about Lord Lannister..."

Robert looked at Frey. He repressed a sneer, Freys were robber barons and weasels, little more than unjumped peasants.

"You think your brother has the mettle to do anything of the sort?"

It was well known that Ser Emmon was half the man Lady Genna was. 

"If he can handle it... let's say he is our envoy in Casterly Rock, rather than a spy. Because a man would hardly do such thing to a brother in law"

Less so if he is Emmon and the man is Tywin himself.

Jon Arryn, sitting within his chair, listens to the designs and suggestions of the younger lords, namely Eddard and Robert. Once they, and Hoster, had spoken, the Old Lord of the Vale speaks up.

We should focus our efforts on the capital. While it is sound to try and entice the Florents to rise up, much of the Reach is still loyal to the Iron Throne.

A host of which was now bearing down upon the Stormlands, which another was still attached to the Royal Army.

The Reach's manpower is vast. If we become too entangled, this civil war drag on and it won't be good for the realm.

It wasn't good when the Dance happened after all. Thank the Seven there weren't any dragons in his time.

We must either march on the capital forthwith or find where the Royalist army went. Deal them the decisive blow and ensure the Mad King has no one loyal to call upon. Sooner than later, since we have yet to see the Dornish banners yet.

A whole untapped pool of manpower for Aerys to throw at them.