Chapter 15: Robb Stark.

Winterfell.

Everything in the North had moved in a different rhythm from the rest of the South, while the south was busy cooking poison, here in the North moved in full swing of preparation like it was in a state of war.

Now almost all of the Northern Lords have heard rumors of weights being sighting beyond the Wall. At first, the small folks doubt its authentication but when they found that the Lords and Lord Stark started to build housing at the mountains clan territory they started to have a second thoughts.

Robb Stark was doing his best to be a competent lord after his after in leading the North and to try his best to prepare it before the full awakening of the Night King. There's nothing that can be done drastically about the weight emergence but Robb still do what he can do for the future.

He heard from his uncle, Edward that he will try and negotiate with the wildings or free folks from beyond the wall and bring them inside the wall, so he, Robb Stark heir to the North will try his best to accommodate the wildlings.

***

Sitting behind his desk, Robb was busy reading plans that his uncle leave behind before his voyage to Essos. It mainly contains the negotiation with the mountain clan to give half of their land to accommodate the wildling and also give them some probable lands to farm.

He can't bring his head to how this plan going to work. He turns to the other paper and sighs, it contains detailed order for his training in martial arts and weapon training with a side note of, 'Prepare to subdue the clans beyond the wall and make them kneel for you. They respect the strong'

Thankfully, Geralt will be the one who will oversee his weapon training and Ragnar will be the one who will build some muscle strength with hand-to-hand combat. Ragnar was the captain of the Alpha squad who was never been demoted and defeated by the rest of the squad.

Robb felt pressured with just the idea of being trained by these two when he was only 15 name days.

While he was reading the instructions for his training program, he was suddenly interrupted by a knock coming from the door. *Knocking*

"Yes?" Asking skeptically as he already laid his command of not being disturbed while he was busy rummaging through his father's solar to access what needed to be done or continuing some unfinished documents that his father didn't finish.

"M'lord, Ser Geralt and Captain Ragnar with the Omega squad closing Winterfell" a grey-robed old man walks in and explain the disturbance's reason.

"Oh, accommodate them at the barracks, Maester Luwin" answering he return to the notes and then pick up documents that needed his attention.

"Yes, m'lord" bowing Maester Luwin excuse himself.

***

It has been a month since Robb took the helm of Winterfell. He was brutally trained by Ragnar which causes changes to his physique and height. He has some scars around his arms and chin from his training with Geralt with his swords which allowed him to understand to cherish lives.

Sadly for him, he was told that it was just conditioning the real training will start from the second month until the fourth month.

"M'lord eats more meats and drink more milk. It is good for energy and strengthening the bones. Your uncle, wants us to train you until you can go against five men or the whole Omega squad whether by hand or weapon" a buff broad shoulder and muscular 7'9feet tall man explained, pushing a tray filled with meats and crops with a jug of milk to a strong young man filled with explosive muscles on his arms, chest and a scar running from the chin. The eyes were cold blue filled with resolute.

"Thanks" accepting the food he wastes no time and devours them. The man was Robb who was a great change in the past month. In just a month he gain muscles but not stiff muscles but flexible muscles and also learn to use the sword to be specific, he ingrained the basics of sword and combat to his bone and use them to defend himself during spars with all the Omega squads who gladly abuse the lord until he faints. Luckily, Robb he always given a three-day break to attend to his lordly duties and then start training again.

Now he will be taught real techniques for hand combat while he will try to create the swordsmanship that he felt comfortable with during his fight.

"Good job for lasting this long" Geralt smiled at his new pupil. "worry not, for the upcoming month, me and Ragnar will start the core of the training. We will drill you for three months but, we also can stop or finish our training if you can win against me or Ragnar"

***

The Northern realm has greatly improved under the constant monitoring of the lords' combined efforts. It has been a week after Robb start his first self-journey to discover his technique on his sword training as well as his hand to hand combat.

Now we can see the boy sitting on Winterfell's wooden throne with all the lords of the North sitting around the Great Hall.

"M'lords, say, what brought you all here?" Robb asks sitting from the throne with a sleeveless armor and fur coat on his shoulders. All the lords look at him and felt imitated a little by his decorated arms and scarred chin. 'This should not be happening to a ten and five name day at all'. They are all thoughts.

"Young lord, sightings of weights have been frequent around the gorge" Lord Knott explains the situation of the Shadow tower. "Regarding the bridge from the tower, we need to do something about it"

"Aye, that's what also worried my uncle" Robb rest his chin on his fist contemplating what need to be done about it. "Stage the Gatling arrow coated with oils and watch over it for the time being. After the negotiation with the wildlings we will see if the bridge fall or we keep it".

The gatling arrow was one of Edward's inventions after the gun that Leonardo Da Vinci invented, but, he rigged it and design the gatling arrow shooting three per second of ammo.

"Aye, m'lord, but, where is this gatling arrow?" Ask Knott.

"You be given when you ride home" looking at the lords he continues, "what else needed for your visitation?"

"M'lord, concerning the settlements for the wildlings in the future, are we certain that they will not steal girls?" Lord Umber asks, feeling worried as he already faces the situation of having his sister kidnapped.

"Don't worry, I'll deal with it before they settle down"

For the following afternoon, the lords discuss their plan with the young lord and felt amazing for the brilliant minds of young Robb.

While this was happening, Jon Stark arrived at the Eastwatch tower to man the building with twenty recruits as their assigned task.

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Decided, I'll just repeat what happens in the tourney but make some changes.