Blood in the water I

Loren 

He slumped down on a tree, recollecting the travesty that destroyed him.

Wilhelm, his most loyal servant is gone from this world. It is his fault, he should have been more careful and he lost a valuable piece on board over his hubris.

"Cousin, get up." Looking up to Damon, he offered only a scowl instead of his hand.

"I'm fine!" He snapped, yet his cousin didn't turn away from him.

Not giving him a choice, Damon forced him to his feet, making him look across the force he led here to find victory and instead was given the warm hospitality that the Riverlands gave the Kingmaker during the Dance of Dragons.

He shouldn't have goaded the Blackfish into this ploy, and curse those traitors that formed the Brotherhood Without Banners, and the old Wolf's wife... He remembered how grey she looked, rotten flesh turned from being in the river.

She was supposed to be dead, along with her son and grandchild.

"Look at them, Loren. These men came to fight for you, for House Lannister, we just need to be more careful." Aye, his uncle Kevan sent the men ahead, cousin Daven told him and others that there was business calling him elsewhere.

Lord Lefford delivered 3,000 more men to his 4,600 that was left from the Battle of the Tail as some villagers began spreading, and only after four days. He now has 7,600 soldiers to fight, it wasn't the plan.

He planned to subdue the southeastern side of the Riverlands, Lord Lefford and uncle Kevan would take the southwestern side and the Freys would strike from the North. They would push back the Tully and Brotherhood renegades until they've slunk within Riverrun as rats should be.

Looking up to the skies which for the first time since he started this campaign has he felt humbled, brought from his horse that he used to look down on others.

He has to be like his enemies, focus on his tactics than depending on numbers for they mean nothing if you don't know how to use them. Willhelm's death will not be in vain, I swear you this, my friend. His vow will be as real as the dirt in his hands, and he will make a ruin out of House Tully.

"I see it, cousin, I do see it." He said with a smile before turning to Damon, "Blow the horn, we march. And Lord Lefford!" He shouted and the old Lefford turned to him, "I want a raven sent to the Freys, tell them to begin moving south to Riverrun. And have word spread to each village, state that the King himself is marching into the Riverlands with 15,000 men." He said as he sheathed his blade, walking over to his horse.

Damon stopped him, forcing him to turn around seeing the confusion on his cousin's face.

"What are you planning?" He smirked now, clasping Damon on his shoulder.

"Using my eyes, and my claws at once... We will seize the Blackfish's shield, making him bare to our swords."

With that, he and his 7,600 men began marching up the Kingsroad, towards the seat of their enemy. It will be a slow march, giving time for more scouts to spread his reuse so that the Brotherhood hears it.

He is setting his sights on the castle which the Freys will meet them, with siege weapons.

(9 days later) Sow's Horn 

Brynden Tully watched and waited, the Stoney Sept seemed a good spot for the ambush.

Anguy reported that the King and his army of 15,000 were marching this way. He doesn't have hope, seeing he only has the one-thousand and four-hundred men that he ambushed Loren Lannister at Acorn Hall to fight them, but the Lords of the Rivers have beaten back stronger hosts than this, he has hope.

Loren's Brute, as some called him was able to halt any pursuit by using that battle-ax of his to chop the bridge, then cutting down 50 of his best and Lord Blackwood before he stuck him with four throwing spears. If Cat hadn't come to him when he took back his home, he might have not been able to defeat the eager lions.

Melancholy etched its way in, he began thinking about his niece.

Cat left this world and returned to help him get revenge for Robb and his unborn child and wife, he regretted not being there to save them and wanted to make up for it. She came to him the day before he took Riverrun back, looking grey from the water and face scarred by her hands when Robb was killed.

She swore to help him defeat the Lannisters, all of them.

"I don't get it, that drunk Lannister soldier said they would be here." He muttered, sharply turning when he heard the rustling of feet.

Thoros looked like he had been running for miles, his brow furrowed in confusion before he approached his unlikely ally.

"What is it, man? What's happened." He demanded to know, but it would be a Tully soldier that would tell them the news.

"It's Riverrun, Ser. Loren Lannister has attacked. Seven-thousand men from the south road, and fifteen-hundred led by House Frey." It was a trick, he cursed and yelled for everyone to ready themselves for a hard march, they need to get back to Riverrun before it falls.

Riverrun 

It was a hard march, his army marched up the Red Fork towards Riverrun whilst rumor spread of the King's vast army marshaling to the southeastern borders.

Did he face small resistance? Of course. Pinkmaiden, Sherrer, a Stone Mill, and Wayfarer's Rest caught wind of their movements and attempted to halt his advance, it culminated in the fall of all three castles. His losses in the fight were little more than 200 men, his host was still strong.

They made it to Riverrun around the eighth day, just as the dawn rose on the ninth his adversaries defense saw his army camped across the Red Fork on the River Road.

The Freys arrived just a short hour after, with little more than 2,300 men which camped on the north side of the castle between Pennytree and Willow Wood. They had more, one of the Freys said, but resistance from Mudgrave and Raventree Hall stopped them somewhat.

He split his force in two, three-thousand and two-hundred will be commanded by him on the River Road, and Lord Lefford will take the eastern bank between Atranta and Stone Hedge.

"I want trenches in front and toward the castle, tell the Freys at their camp to get their siege weapons in position."

He ordered and felt like himself again, before letting the power go to his head. Daven and Lord Lefford went to perform their tasks, and once gone he turned to Lord Randyll Tarly and Damon.

"We need sentries, twenty men per unit." Damon nodded and left, "Lord Tarly, ready a guard and send an emissary to Riverrun's bridge, tell their commander we need to talk." Lord Tarly gave him a grunt before leaving.

He was originally going to his tent to ready himself, but then he caught sight of one of Lord Frey's sons taking a prisoner somewhere.

"Lord Loren, how are you? Father sends his thanks for helping us take back our lands." He doesn't need a weasel's thanks or his generosity, only his fighting men.

"Black Walder, right?" The Frey shook his head no, "Forgive me, I don't come to these lands often, or as often as I don't want to." The bootlicker's smile faded into a frown.

"My name is Lame Lothar, my Lord." He made an 'aw' sound to feign interest, then he turned to look at the man that Lothar was taking.

He only needed to look once before he realized. Edmure Tully? He recoiled in surprise, not thinking that he'd be seeing this man again, he'd thought that after Walder's daughter was with child, that Edmure would be dead.

"Where are you taking Lord Edmure Tully?" He asked and before Lothar could answer, he shook his head. "No, hey, you three." He called over a few men, "Take Lord Edmure Tully and get him washed up, no doubt the Frey's have been 'unkindly' guests." Lothar tried to intervene but he kicked the man's bum leg.

"Gah!" The weasel cried out, falling to a knee.

"Listen to me, you sniveling snakes, my father gave you Riverrun, he didn't give you the Riverlands." He wrapped a hand around his throat, "You don't even take a shit without telling me, yeah? Don't be hauling the heir to the Riverlands around like some dog or I will show you why they make songs of my family destroying whole Houses." His threat was dark and scared Lothar, the weasel nodded five times before he left.

The siege is underway, he looked at his encampment on both sides of the river, closing in on the castle and this time, there won't be 20,000 Northerners coming to the rescue other than a few hundred which he will be ready for.

I've already been caught by surprise by Brynden Tully once, and an old woman and old man won't stop me now. With that thought, he left to ready for his meet of the castles protector and later on, he will have a chat with Edmure Tully.

It bright and sunny when he walked toward the castle bridge, the white flag of parley carried by one of his men.

The Tully soldiers had crossbows aimed at him, almost as if he were a one-man army, ready tear this castle in two... And he will.

"You going to hide or will the Lord of the Castle not receive me? I remember my older brother stayed here, was meant to marry Lady Lysa, but he only cared about hearing stories from the legendary Blackfish. I never saw Riverrun until now, and honestly, I don't see the attraction." He said, insulting everyone within the castle, even the castle itself.

One man readied his weapon to hit him, but a hand stayed the action from happening.

"I am Utherydes Wayn, Steward of Riverrun. What brings you here, Lannister." He scoffed, looking up at the aging man.

"You invaded another Houses home, the King believes you all should be brought to justice. Now, with that being said... Will you not surrender? Instead of the bloodshed that will follow." He would rather a peaceful resolution to this siege, but from the look on Lord Wayn's face, he knew that there would be no surrender.

And for that, his enemies have fallen to their own hubris.

"Forget it, now begone! Or else I shall break this parley as the Freys done to King Robb." He walked away, but not before shouting above to Lord Wayn and his men.

"Ere break of day, I shall drown this castle to fire and dismay!" A promise, no, a vow to his enemies above and the hundreds that are coming here.

Later on, he entered the newly made tent for the last of House Tully, well, the last when he takes out the Blackfish and avenges his defeat. Edmure looked at him with utter hatred as he entered the pavilion, he thought that the Riverlord was ungrateful, he should be glad he isn't sitting in the shit and mud and rain that Jaime was subjected to.

"You know, if you are going to be hateful and blame my father and House for what happened, you should first look to set that blame on Robb Stark, or Lady Catelyn... She is the one who started that war, a which my father finished and now I have to clean up." Edmure huffed and tried to get out of his binds, he failed and sat there, giving him a scowl that could rival his sisters.

"How do you justify what you've done? You and your family destroyed my family, killed my sister, my King, and my grand-nephew." He wanted to scoff, wanted to tell this sod that he doesn't care.

Then he smirked, he wants to toy with him.

"Oh, my poor Lord. I don't know, I wish there was a reason to explain the rage of taking a lion captive." For a moment, Lord Tully believed his high tone, until it turned dark and the man thrashed at him with his teeth, all the while he felt giddy and his one green eye shined in delight.

He stood straight, laughing at Edmure Tully.

"I swore that your castle, your House, the Blackfish, your pregnant wife, and even you would be drowned in ruin and fire." He started and on queue, three men came into the pavilion and dressed in their armor, "This will be your last day, Lord Tully. I had you bathed and dressed to see the curse that runs in your Whent and Tully blood manifest itself." Another soldier entered the tent, he was alert as well.

"Lord Loren, word from Harrenhal by our scouts, the Blackfish is coming." He chuckled and sighed deeply, looking at Edmure and seeing the worry etched on his face.

"Don't be so sad, Lord Tully. Your family is coming to see you, one last feast before the big day." He told Edmure who glared at him.

On that note, he chuckled before leaving to ready for the siege to begin and make quick work of Riverrun before his dinner guests arrive.