Moat Cailin

[Horas]

Yancey smiles. "You surrendering will end this war quickly. Me killing your children is your punishment if you don't."

[Lord Rhaegar Targaryen]

Stark barks in laughter. "Those are your only terms? Why don't you get off your high horse and we can discuss this like men."

[Horas]

"Those are my terms," Yancey says. He makes no move to dismount.

[Lord Rhaegar Targaryen]

"Here are my terms on my surrender. The security of the North would be secured; my sons will not be fostered; and before my public trial and if it may be, execution, I would like to speak privately with King Rodrick. Those are my terms."

[Horas]

Yancey smirks. "You aren't in much of a position to dictate terms, Stark... but as it is, those are fine enough. Accepted."

[Lord Rhaegar Targaryen]

Gariss takes off the crown. "I hated the thing anyways," he muttered, throwing it into the swampy depths of before Moat Cailin.

He hands his bow and a well crafted sword over to a man. He raised his chin. "There is a long trip before us, Yancey," he smiled. "You know, I think it would have been rather enticing, a battle between you and I."

[Horas]

Smallwood barks a laugh. "You would've lost."

He turns his horse back the way he came. "I will send my men to hold the Moat. You will be coming with me. King Rodrick is eager to meet you."

[Lord Rhaegar Targaryen]

"May I have a horse, Yancey? I would very much like to ride with you... shackled of course," he says, rolling his eyes.

[Horas]

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Soon the combined host has turned south. Gariss Stark rides chained and uncrowned with them.

[Lord Rhaegar Targaryen]

Stark sits, humming some unknown hymn as he rides next to Yancey and his personal guard.