The Battle Of BlackWater: III

"They will be calling this the Battle of the Blackwater, but it will be the battle where the lions claws will be ripped from them and the rightful king sits on his throne." The prince thought, splattered with blood on his face and on his sword.

The smashing of swords against those of the Lannister men, was what the rightful prince did then.

He saw why the thrill of war was so satisfying for his late Uncle Robert, because of the adrenaline and the excitement of killing people and proving himself a warrior and a soldier.

"The thrill and the rush of blood through the body, as I cut down one man after the next, it's exciting and great. I'm starting to become more like Uncle Robert than my own father, when it comes to the battle."

Jacob held onto his sword Limos, as it saw the deaths of ten Lannister men and more from his hand.

The prince's sword and cut through another man in red, splattering blood on his armour, which were in the true colours of House Baratheon, the gold and black not the colours of his father's new sigil or Uncle Renly's ruined banners with green on it.

Jacob stood beside his father Stannis back to back, as there were many Lannister men surrounding them, but the men had their swords out. And the prince and his father began the slaughter, with their own sharp blades of steel.

"I take the men on the left, and you take the men on the right." His father and king commanded.

"Alright, this will be a bloody carnage to remember." Jacob replied.

It began, as Jacob and his father slew a few of those men on their respective left and right, with their swords piercing the chests of the men against them, as the bodies up and blood sprayed from the carnage.

Leaving many of those Lion Loyalists dead on the ground, as some of the men loyal to the king and prince had climbed the walls to meet them.

Among them were his father's vanguard commanders Ser Guyard Morrigen, who was a part of his Uncle Renly's Rainbow Guard, until he defected and joined their side, when he died.

Another was Ser Rolland Storm, known as the Bastard of Nightsong, another defector from his late Uncle Renly's aside.

"We must move, Your Grace. Most of their men are hiding behind city gates, when we brought the battering ram." Ser Rolland said.

"It gives us time, since the lions ran back to their walls like cowards." Prince Jacob jeered.

"We will be victorious and the rightful king will sit on the throne." Ser Guyard interjected.

"Coming from a man, who was a part of the Rainbow Guard, along with the Bastard of Nightsong's trueborn brother."

"We must move, we have the superior numbers and the city walls will be breached, as so long as the Old Lion remains at Harrenhal." The king grimaced.

"I wouldn't count on it father, he could show up with a whole host of men to slaughter us all."

The men were split into two groups, as Jacob had the company of Ser Rolland Storm and his vanguard of men, he was someone who he liked better than Ser Guyard, being a man from the Stormlands.

The prince and the knight of Nightsong were trailing the right side of the battlements, with the war cries and the cheering of the men on the frontlines, as Ser Imry could be leading those men.

The two of them found two men, and Jacob had Limos in hand and Ser Rolland has his own sword, then the two men began the combat of swords with the other two, with the Bastard of Nightsong killing both of them at the same time.

"Never get tired of fresh Lannister meat, don't you. Princeling." Ser Rolland japed.

"We'll get more, if we make it through the gates without dying on the battlements." Prince Jacob replied.

"You are too uptight for your own good, just like your father, but you have your uncle's thirst for blood, which is good."

"Lannister blood, Greyjoy blood and the blood of Robb Stark, it's all the same, but it comes from different people."

"Some of my men and I have a contingency plan, if the war was to be lost, we have an escape route."

"Good man, but my father is stubborn and iron willed, he will not escape like a coward, but die fighting. I don't want Shireen to grow up without a father and mother to be a widow."

The two men were running on the battlements, as they were looking for entrances and a way inside the walls of the city, without being caught by Lannister men and those men, who support them.

"You do good, for your first battle and war, my prince." The Bastard of Nightsong said.

"Your brother is a fighting man, and I hope he can survive this battle." Prince Jacob replied.

"Same to you, it would be a shame to lose a man, with his uncle's ambition for the battlefield and a man for court politics."

Prince Jacob's sword was soaked with Lannister blood, and he smiled in glee of it. "I didn't know the Bastard of Nightsong liked me so much."

"Your Uncle Renly was wrong, he only said such things because he was jealous of you, your political smarts and you had the late king's respect."

Prince Jacob and Ser Rolland began the combat of swords, with the knight of Nightsong swinging his sword at the opponent, and then killing him with a swift blow.

"The knight of Nightsong knows how to kill, like a proper Stormlander should. It's a shame Joffrey is hiding behind the walls like a coward, to face me like a man. I want a challenge; I tire of facing Lannister lamwicks."

The Prince of the Narrow Sea stood with Ser Rolland, holding Limos in his hand, as it was blooded with red. He charged at the man, and bashed him over the head with his shield hard, and blood oozed from his head, as he laid dead.

"Seven hells, Prince Jacob. you have a swift blow, like your uncle." Ser Rolland gasped.

A few more men charged against them, as the prince swishes his blade against the men in red armour, then he pushed one of the men to the side, as he saw another man come at him with his sword, with the prince's Reacher sword piercing through the breast of the man.

Ser Rolland killed three more in his mist, as the two heard the banging of the ram against the gates of King's Landing, and there were men still fighting on the shore against the Lannister forces.

Prince Jacob's head began to spin, as he had to blink twice with his stomach grumbling with sickness, not hunger. It was his first war and the first time he would face bloodshed and death in his irises.

"Are you alright, ser?" Prince Jacob asked.

"I'm fine, killing a few men doesn't bother me. Are you going to be sick here?" Ser Rolland replied.

"No, ser. My father would think me weak and stupid, if he knew."

"It's not so bad to be sick on the first battle, unless you can stomach the other battles."

"I think I can, but we need this one. To win my father his throne and dispel the Lannisters out of here. Victory is in our grasp; I can sense it."

"The tide is in our favour, as the city gates will break down soon." The knight said, with his sword in the belly of another Lannister man.

Prince Jacob was taught that bastards were shameful, the products of sin and lust, but it wasn't what he believed in, as he had a more liberal view on them.

He liked Ser Rolland, as he was loyal and could have joined their cause earlier on and not been on the side of his dead uncle.

Nevertheless, Jacob couldn't afford to be too friendly with the Bastard of Nightsong because all the other friends he had either betrayed him or have been killed already in the war.

"I must keep my own emotions at bay, Ser Rolland is a good soldier and true. However, I lost all my friends to this damned war and I cannot have any more friends, unless approved by my father and mother, along with the other Florents. As a prince I must only be friends with trueborns and no one less than."

Jacob had a look outside the battlements, as did Ser Rolland to see a slew of men on horses riding on the field and slaughtering many of their soldiers with the cries and sounds of men dying haunting his ears and mind.

Ringing in his ears were the slew of steel swords cutting into the chest of the men, who were dying for their rightful king.

He and the knight turned away and looked at each other, it seems they were wrong about their advantage and near victory in the war.

Most of banners the prince saw on the field were of men with archers, flowers, lions and golden apples, which was bad for him and his father's army of soldiers and commanders.

"We have to retreat, my prince. Too many are out there on the opposite side." Ser Rolland warned.

"My father must be warned." Prince Jacob replied.

"If we don't leave, then we will be slaughtered like meat."

Ser Rolland held onto the shoulder of the Prince, with ease with the young man being close to fainting seeing a cut on the left side of his breast armour. He must have been cut when fighting against the Lannister men with his father.

The knight of Nightsong may have been on the side of the boy's dead uncle, but he would not allow the last hope of the Stormlands to die here, if his father was to be killed.

He saw a slew of remaining army men, along with some of the chief commanders, mainly the Florent men rushing down to the Blackwater Bay, where there were ships. The 30 contingents from the sellsail Ser Davos brought to the cause.

It was an effective escape root, but the prince now was able to run on his own. As the two were following the last of the men brought to the battle.

"It has all gone wrong for us, we were close to winning, but the Old Lion brought some the higher Reach men and their lords for backup. We have to escape or else we will be killed for sport. Ser Rolland is loyal and saved me, my father should reward him greatly for his service."

Prince Jacob saw the 30 remaining Lyseni galleys at the port, as they were the last of their broken fleet, before the Imp tried his trickery with the wildfire.

"Renly's shade." A man shouted, as Jacob recognised it to be of Ser Guyard Morrigen. "He came from the dead to fight for Joffrey."

Jacob didn't believe such stories, as his uncle was dead. He saw the blood pouring from his uncle's green and gold armour in the pavilion tent, maybe Ser Guyard's mind was playing tricks on him.

Or someone wore the armour of his dead uncle to create a diversion between the men and lords in their forces. Unfortunately, it worked as there were lesser men and fewer lords with them now.

"All fickle and stupid, my father was right to dislike these high lords. I knew some of them would turn on us."

The prince and the knight of Nightsong made it to the bank, where many of the men were boarding the small ships, as fast as they could.

Jacob couldn't blame them because the onslaught of Lannister reinforcements, along with the Tyrell vanguard present. It was imperative they had to leave King's Landing or else they would all be feasted on by the crows.

"Get on the shops or else you will be meat for the enemies." Someone chanted from the Bay.

Prince Jacob and Ser Rolland were waiting, as they would not leave without their king and come of their chief loyalists and commanders.

Their forces were small, as there were only 30 ships left and not enough to carry all the men back to the island of Dragonstone.

"Ser Guyard, where is my father." Prince Jacob called out.

"He is coming with the other men, mostly the Florents and others." The knight replied.

"I hope he doesn't get himself killed."

Prince Jacob allowed the other men to get on the ships, only saving a few for himself and his father, as they came into the battle together and will leave together.

"My father and I were always two sides of a coin, always stuck together when others have turned on us. Father and son is the first bond a boy develops with a man, and that man is his father. I will not leave him behind to be selfish. He is my king and my lord all the same."

"My prince, we must leave," Ser Rolland warned, with a hint of desperation in his voice. "I don't want you to become an ornament in the Red Keep."

"I will not leave my father and our men to be slaughtered like animals." Prince Jacob refused. "Mind you, my uncle Ser Imry is still out there."

Finally, the prince sees his father King Stannis with an assortment of men, mostly those who carry the banners of House Florent.

"Father, I thought you were gone." Jacob said, in an exasperated tone, then his father ignored him.

"There is no time, we have to flee now." Ser Rolland interrupts.

The men with King Stannis boarded the ships quickly, along with most of the men whom were able to fit in all of the remaining galleys of the Lyseni sellsails Salladhor Saan.

Prince Jacob knew what Ser Rolland was thinking, of how foolish he was to wait. He and the knight were running towards one of the ships left on the Bay, with some of them sailing away.

The knight went ahead of the prince to make sure, his father the king was safely aboard the ship.

Then, a huge blow was hit upon the head of the Prince by a force, like the blunt end of a sword with the young man falling to the ground.