CHAPTER VI - SEVEN KINGDOMS
The landing on the Iron Islands went as expected. With little over four thousand men to defend the islands, the Ironborn retreated to their keeps, providing us an easy landing from sea. I took thirty thousand men to the islands, a force that was a bit excessive, true, but my aim was to show these rebels the futility of their actions. Ser Richard Horpe took ten thousand men and landed on Harlaw, while Ser Franklyn Flowers, a knight of the Golden Company who pledged his sword to me, took another ten and landed on Great Wyk. I took the remaining ten thousand to assault Pyke itself. Should we take the three largest islands, the Ironborn would be left with no choice but to submit.
With so few men, it was not long before the keeps of the Iron Islands began falling to my forces. In a surprise turn, Pyke was the first of the great keeps to fall. The defenders held out for a number of months, but the Ironborn rely too much on trade and pillaging, with an absence of both, their provisions soon ran low. It shocked me to learn that their king was absent from his own great seat however. According to one man, he had slipped out before my forces landed, taking a few thousand men of his own to assault the capital in my absence. Unable to return to King's Landing, I sent word to the capital, calling on my Hand to muster up a force and deal with the invaders, capturing or killing Euron Grejoy if they could.
With Pyke secured, the last few refuges of the Ironborn soon fell. Ser Franklyn secured the island of Harlaw in a matter of months, and with the majority of Great Wyk subjugated, Richard Horpe marched on Saltford- the last bastion of Ironborn resistance- and it too fell shortly thereafter. With Saltford secured, the Ironborn submitted. By all accounts, the war on the islands was over, and it was time to return home. We had not received news about the Crow's Eye however, so we remained vigilant on the voyage back to the capital, should we find it in our enemy's hands.
Though a small part of me was worried that I would return to the capital to find it ablaze, those thoughts were quickly dashed when my vessel docked at the port, to find Lord Jon himself there to greet me.
Do you think so little of me, your grace, the Hand said in jest,
that you believe I would be unaware of the Crow's Eye's impending invasion? Apparently, Lord Jon's own scouts had foreseen the invasion for some time, and a force was already mustered to greet them, and Euron Greyjoy's landing ended in disaster, his army was scattered and he himself was taken prisoner.
He is currently being held in the dungeon, your grace, awaiting your sword.
By the tone of Lord Jon's voice, and the words he spoke, he no doubt intended for me to take the Greyjoy lord's head, as retribution for his treason. However, I had other intentions. Should I kill the head of the Greyjoy house, the Iron Islands would surely fall into chaos, something that I could not suffer. After a week or so, deliberating on the decision, in which I had received a number of other important updates from my Small Council, I had the Crow's Eye brought before the Iron Throne, to bend the knee, as his brother had done all those years ago. Though the Hand still seemed disproving of my decision, I had at least partially convinced him of our need of House Greyjoy. Without them, we could not hope to contain the Ironborn, and to that end at least, we agreed.
Though dealing with Euron Grejoy was the most pressing concern at hand, the other news from my Small Council was by no means unimportant in comparison. The first piece of news I received was not done so with my ears, but with my eyes. When summoning my Small Council, I was shocked to see Princess Arianne Martell at the table, taking the place of her lord father, Prince Doran. When questioned, she informed me of her father's passing, having finally succumbed to his gout, and that she had taken up his place as my new Master of Whisperers. I pulled Lord Jon to one side, to ask him how this had happened, and he informed me that it was his own doing.
She is just as talented as her father, your grace, he told me,
you will see that in the coming years. Lord Jon had thought it best to grant Princess Arianne the position, to keep the relations with Dorne strong. They had been our staunchest ally in claiming the throne, and their loyalty would not so easily be forgotten.
The other news that reached me was of the passing of another- this time in the form of Myrcella Lannister herself. In my absence, the girl had come of age, and as such, was now legally permitted to request a trial by combat, a matter she was apparently well aware of. With few friends left in the capital, the Lady Myrcella called upon Ser Benedict Broom, her grandfather's old Master-at-Arms. The man was old, granted, but if Tywin Lannister saw him to be a skilled and dutiful warrior, it would have been foolish to take the man lightly. With both myself and Lord Commander Rolly away fighting in the Iron Islands, it fell to another knight of the Kingsguard to stand as my own champion. According to Lord Jon, Balon Swann offered to stand for me.
Ser Balon had served as a member of the Kingsguard to Joffrey, Tommen and Myrcella, before he too joined my own Kingsguard. While the majority of the Kingsguard were stripped of their cloaks upon my seizure of the throne, I allowed Ser Balon to remain in service of me- a gesture I extended only to him and my wife's brother, Loras. He was an honorable man, one who took his vows seriously, and above all else an exceptional warrior. To stand against the girl who he had once been sworn to protect must have been difficult for him, but he swore an oath to serve his king, and serve his king he would. According to my Hand, the fight did not last long. Ser Benedict lunged forward from the off, and Ser Balon sidestepped the attack before sending his opponent crashing to the floor with a solid blow to the back. With a swift and strong blow, Ser Balon pierced Ser Benedict's plate, driving his sword through the old man's chest, killing him instantly.
With the fight over in a matter of moments, the verdict was reached, and in the sight of gods and men, Myrcella Lannister was sentenced to death. Not only did Ser Balon stand for me against Lady Myrcella's champion, he too was the one to see to her execution. The man was loyal, be he was not a monster. Rather than having the girl dragged to the block, in the sight of a screaming crowd, the man secured the Essence of Nightshade from Grandmaester Pycelle's stores, an brought it to the girl in her chambers the night before her sentence was to be dealt. With ten drops known to be fatal to a grown man, the knight added the contents of the bottle to Myrcella's meal that night, and allowed the girl to go to sleep as she normally would. She did not wake from that sleep however, and Ser Balon was provided a means of escaping from the thought of lopping of the young girls head.
With that, the last of the Usurper's supposed children were dead, and all Lannister claimants to the throne were gone. The Lannisters were subdued, at least for now, and the Iron Islands was once more brought to heel. For the first time since the War of Five Kings began, the Seven Kingdoms were at peace. Though my coronation was held well over a year ago by this time, it was on the day that Euron Greyjoy knelt before me that I truly felt my reign had began. Before I had reclaimed the Iron Islands, I was not the King of the Seven Kingdoms, but the king of only six. With the Ironborn subjugated once more, the realm was at long last unified. To mark the occasion, I called on my Hand and Master of Coin to make preparations for a grand Tourney. It was to be the largest the realm had seen since the Tourney of Harrenhal, and was sure to end much differently.