The Battle Of BlackWater: II

The King watched the horrifying blaze of the wildfire burning through half his fleet, as he needed those ships to make it ashore and fight those who stand in his way to the Iron Throne.

Hoe the ships in his fleet burned through the blaze of the green flames, it was what the rightful king expected from those who fight with no honour and tricks.

Seeing the green sparks of the cutting fire destroy his ships made him angry on the inside, as he needed most of those ships to make it ashore and fight those lion armoured cretans, who dared to stand in his way.

By his right side, his son and heir Prince Jacob was armoured in gold and black, the rightful colours of their house before adopting the new sigil, to stand out against the sigils of the usurpers Renly and Joffrey, whom had their own sigils.

His son had his Reach made sword in hand, with a shining glint in his eye. It could have indicated a hunger for battle or nervousness of being put on the frontlines and leading by example.

"Just like Robert, he has a thirst for lion's blood, honour and glory on the field. Let him do so, it might help when it comes to the eventual elimination of all the Lannisters."

It was a shame the Onion Knight and his four eldest sons were among the ships that exploded in the wildfire, but the king hoped he would rest in peace for the loyal service the man has towards him and his son over the years.

The screams and cries of the dying men on those ships would haunt the king for years to come.

"May the man rest, but pressing matters are at hand and we need to make it to the shore, to battle against the Lannister loyalists and kill them all."

"I hope the Onion Knight finds rest, along with his sons." Prince Jacob said, attempting to hide the bitterness and sadness in his voice.

"Are you prepared to spill blood in battle?" King Stannis asked of his son.

"I'll do anything to ensure you to your rightful throne, father."

"Do not disappoint me son, today you will prove yourself. To be a capable leader, political strategist and to be loyal to your king."

"Ser Imry is a bit restless and surprised, by the wildfire attack. It seems The Imp is more a capable commander than his own illborn nephew."

"If he was able to think of such clever trickery."

"Don't worry father, we do have a plan in case something like this occurs. Uncle Robert taught me to be careful on the field because anything can happen, like a Trial by Seven."

"Prepare the landing." The king commanded, due to the discontent of some of the newly recruited Florents into his army, "The dwarf has had his little trick with the wildfire, he can only play it once."

"Father, we are so far from the Gates and we will receive a heated warning from the archers. Hundreds will die, just to get to the shore" The prince explained.

"Thousands." The king corrected.

King Stannis and Prince Jacob began to walk across the deck of Fury, the ship belonging to the king and was the biggest in the fleet.

The men on-board bowed in respect to the rightful king and his heir, as they were suited for battle.

He threw the ship ladder overboard, as it was a way for him to get to the small longboats, which were useful for travelling with a great deal of soldiers onto the mainland.

"Tonight we fight to remove degeneracy from the Iron Throne, to place a king worthy of governing the kingdoms, that king should be a commander of armies and knows how to lead a war, not a king whom concerns himself with politics and scheming. We will take the city and remove such disgusting individuals from the world." The king spoke out.

The men of the army cheered loudly and were chanting for the king, as he and his son were climbing down the ladder onto the small longboats, which were many on the remaining ships, that haven't been destroyed by the dwarf's trick.

Other men from the other ships of the fleet were mounting aboard the longboats, as it was a great means to make it to the shore and not have their further ships destroyed.

Aboard the longboat, the king and his son began to depart from Fury and the oars of the longboat started rowing towards the shore.

The swishes of the sea water and the splashes of water were heard when the rowing started, the king had his sword Lightbringer in hand, as he was in front of the boat.

The embers of victory were far away, as it was behind the Mud Gate walls and inside the red castle, where the Iron Throne was.

The men were pushing, as many were rowing the longboat through the coats of the sea. With the prince beside his father, with his own sword Limos in hand.

Stannis looked at the finery of the blade, as it had been a gift from those scheming Tyrells, whom wanted to lick the boots of his brother, when he was still alive.

It was a fine sword, fit for a prince and future ruler of the Seven Kingdoms, if he was to die on the battlefield in this war.

"I remember the last words said to my wife and my daughter, before Jacob and I set assail for Storm's End. Selyse was distraught, at the thought of our only son being killed in this war, as Renly not the Tyrells in his army didn't like him."

"A great idea to sail on the longboats, take advantage of the darkness of the night." Prince Jacob said proudly.

"I will not have any more of my ships destroyed, we need them in case we need to retreat."

"If the Old Lion shows himself and draws away from the Riverlands."

"If he shows, then we will have no choice. He has many men still with him, as he left the lackwits to defend the city."

"If he does arrive with prevailing forces, then we will have no choice. But to retreat with our lives intact."

"I always envisioned my death to be on the battlefield, not by the happenstance of poison or illness."

"We have a viable strategy, to storm the shore with some of our army, and then use the ladders for us to climb and kill the remaining defenders."

"Your uncle would have loved another battle; he was hungry for war since he crushed the Greyjoys years ago."

"It matters not, we'll show those gold wearing heathens the true meaning of Baratheon fury and might."

"Another thing your uncle would yammer before a battle."

"It's a shame he isn't here. He would have loved the opportunity to kill the Lannisters who made a motley of him for many years."

Stannis didn't like to see the shades of his late drunken brother within his own stern, but battle hungry son who wanted nothing more than to have the blood of Lannisters on his sword.

His presence on his side and his likeness to his brother was a way for those Stormlords to come to their side and some believing the incest of the bastard pretender royals to be true.

Jacob had more of the Baratheon sternness and strength than of Robert's pretender sons, as it showed his thirst for battle and victory.

The rowing of the boats took long, as it was the safest way to get to the shore without having more ships put to the torch.

"Leaving the Red Woman on Dragonstone with my wife and daughter was the best thing. The commonfolk and the nobility already doubt me and her coming along will prove those loyal to the Faith to believe I submitted to blood magic, as a way of getting the throne."

The Lady Melisandre had been useful, as she had power beyond anything he could have imagined.

That power was what secured some of the men, who diverted from Renly's army into his and brought more of the Florents into the fold.

Most of the newly joined Florents were determined to win the alliance of the rightful king and his son, by any means, even if it means changing gods.

The longboards were close to the shore, as the glint in eyes of the men, who were the most hungry for a little glory and a chance to kill some lion loyalist scum on the field.

The first four of the longboats landed on the shore, as the sight of the fire lit arrows were hanging above the city walls.

The king, his son and an assortment of men and soldiers came out of the boats, with their swords and shields at the ready to attack.

"Hold up your shields." The prince commanded, "For their flaming arrows will strike at us."

Stannis and Jacob were in the front lines, as they ran across the shore to avoid being hit by the defense arrows of fire.

The two held out their signature swords, and they were armoured and proudly wore the stag of House Baratheon on their arms.

Sounds of the battle cry of men brought back bitter memories for Stannis, since the last time he went to war against traitors and thieves.

He and Jacob ran against the side of the walls to prevent themselves being stuck down with flaming arrows, as other men have from a distance. The number of men falling on the field was quick, as those arrows had done the job.

The remaining men with the king and his son held up their shields to protect their sovereigns, from the rocks being thrown over the walls, as they were hitting the shields hard. On the other hand, one man had his head smashed in half, and he laid dead.

"Father, we shouldn't stay here for too long, or else we will die here." Prince Jacob explained.

The king turned from his son, and looked at the other men. "Go to the Mud Gate now." The king commanded.

"To the gates." One of the soldiers chanted, whilst others followed the man towards the Mud Gate.

The men obeyed the orders to rush towards the Mud Gate, as the Blackwater was burning with the flames of war. As the fighting raged on in the beach with a hundred or so Lannister men in red, fighting against men loyal to the rightful king.

Jacob stood close to father, as the men shielded their heads from the incoming rocks being thrown at them, he held out against the attack with other men fighting in the open field.

The prince had a disgruntled look on his face, as he wanted to spill blood, just like Robert did in the two rebellions he fought in, against the rebellious Greyjoys and the mad Targaryens.

"Get the ladders up." The king shouted, as he stayed in his position because moving would be foolish now.

A horde of men came in with two or three ladders among the army of men clashing steel against steel on the field, with the ladders being carefully placed against the walls, even though defenders on the opposite side were still throwing rocks.

"Great idea, father. What if we fall." The prince said, earning a cold look from the king.

"Do not disappoint me, son. Better use your political mind and help me win." Stannis replied.

The ladders were held up, as the men in their ranks were protecting them from being breached by the enemy forces in the battle.

Then, the king and prince began to advance, as they were climbing the ladders in a quickened pace, aware of the dangers of such an endeavor.

The king and the prince began to advance, as they were climbing the ladders, being aware of the dangers of climbing high ladders, in the middle of a war where the enemy defenders were still throwing stones over the walls and there were flaming arrows to look out for.

Upon landing at the top of the walls, the king gave a thunderous kick in the face of a Lannister soldier, as he leaped over the wall and landed on the battlements.

The man fell back clutching onto his shield, with the king slamming his sword against the man's shield, when the man lost his shield then the king swung his sword to cleave the man in his breast, as he ended up dead.

Prince Jacob unsheathed his Reacher made sword out at the incoming Lannister men, standing beside his father and swung his blade against another man in red armour.

The prince had a more fluid, balanced fighting style different to the way most Stormlanders fight, but it was due to the training he got from the Lord of Horn Hill.

His son and heir's blade danced with the opposite steel of a man, he was battling, after taking the man's shield away in a heavy blow, then annihilated the man with a swift cut of the sword on his chest, as the redness of blood oozed out.

The blood splattered on the face of Prince Jacob, as King Stannis saw shades of his brother in his son.

The son whom waited for this battle for over a year and now has seen it.

"He better not become overconfident, or else we can lose the battle and the throne. He is swift with a blade, thanks to Lord Tarly and is using that training against our Lannister enemies."

The king and the prince stood back to back, as they were surrounded by Lannister men, and bot hand their signature Valyrian steel swords in their hands.

Then, the both started slashing away at any man that dared to challenge them. The swords of Lightbringer and Limos were dancing against the blades of the Lion loyalists.

"Watch yourself, father." The prince said, warning his father.

"Watch your own confidence, son." King Stannis replied.

As the Lannister men advanced onto the king and prince, the two were ready for whatever battles were to come.