Hera was woken up in the middle of the night by loud sounds outside her tent. She could hear men talking, swords being sharpened and horses walking on the hard ground. With furrowed eyebrows she rose from her bed and quickly got dressed, wanting to see what was happening. She rubbed her eyes to get rid of any tiredness that was left before she exited the tent.

The cold wind hit her instantly, making her shiver. She squinted slightly, the darkness making it hard for her to see anything. That's when she spotted Robb and some of his closest bannermen stood by the edge of the camp. She normally wouldn't have thought much of it, but they were wearing full armor with weapons strapped at their side. They also had their horses ready, which confused her.

Why would they be leaving in the middle of the night? She walked closer, doing her best to not be seen. As she got closer, she spotted more men getting ready to leave. That's when realisation dawned upon her. They were going into battle. Anger bottled up inside of Hera, and she clenched her fists so hard that she drew blood. How dare they go to battle without her?

Anger took over her, and she retreated from her hiding spot, stalking towards Robb instead. Her eyes were set into slits, her whole form clenched in anger. As Robb and the rest of the Lords spotted her, they instantly knew that she was not happy. In fact, she was furious.

"What the hell, Robb?" Hera exclaimed in anger as she stopped in front of him. Robb looked at her in shock. "Why was I not informed of the battle?" Robb had expected her to be angry, so he wasn't surprised when she gave him a sour look.

"Because you're not going" Robb spoke with finalty in his voice. The Lords beside him flinched slightly, their eyes glued to Hera, who was growing angrier by the second. They were sure that soon, smoke would start blowing out of her nostrils, like it would with a dragon.

Hera gaped at his words, her blood boiling. "What do you mean I'm not going? I am!" she exclaimed. She couldn't believe how much of an asshole he was being at the moment. "You can't stop me!"

"I can, and I will" Robb spoke, watching her with apologetic eyes. "It is much safer for you here where I know you won't get hurt."

Hera's face softened slightly at his words. Suddenly she was feeling guilty about her outburst. He only wanted to keep her safe, but still, he shouldn't have kept it secret from her.

"You need all the help you can get" Hera sighed. "And you know that I'm a better fighter than most of the men in your army, no offence." She looked at the bannermen standing with them with a sheepish look on her face, causing them to roll their eyes as smiles appeared on their faces.

"I am aware-" Robb started to speak, but Hera quickly cut him off.

"Please, Robb. I have to be apart of this." She pleaded, her eyes looking at him with hope. He felt bad that he planned on leaving her behind at camp. He knew how well of a fighter she was, and he also knew that she wouldn't stop until she got what she wanted.

"Alright" he finally spoke with a sigh. "But you're staying close to me, do you understand?"

Hera grinned, feeling excitement bubbling up inside her stomach. She nodded quickly, before she ran back to her tent to get ready.

It was only a short time later, that the Stark army split into two forces. The smaller half of the army going to face Tywin Lanninster, while the bigger army were going to Riverrun to face Jaime Lannister. As Hera rode on her horse, clad in full armor with her sword at her side, she prayed for their victory.

*

Hera ducked away, her face millimeters away from being cut off by her opponent's sword. Her heart pounded violently in her chest and sweat covered her skin. The Lannister army were much bigger than the Stark army, which is why Hera often found herself facing more than one opponent at the same time.

She swung her sword, slicing her opponents leg, making him fall off his horse, falling face first into the mud. Hera turned her horse around to face a new opponent. He had an axe, and he was swinging it around wildly, trying to chop off her head. She gritted her teeth together as her sword collided with his axe. The man was much bigger than her, but she was quicker. She sliced at his arm, and as he winced in pain, she struck. Her sword sliced through his stomach, and he fell to the ground in a puddle of his own blood.

She looked at the chaos around herself. Dead bodies were lying everywhere. The sound of screams and weapons against weapons rung in her ears constantly, and it was so loud that she couldn't hear anything else at all.

"To the woods!"

She had no idea who shouted the command, but she knew that the next part of the battle was taking place. The part they had been preparing for. They were going to lure Jaime Lannister and his army into the woods and hopefully win. That is if everything went as planned.

With that thought in mind, Hera sent her horse into a gallop towards the woods. The rest of the men that were still alive all moved towards the woods in a hurry. As she entered the woods, the space they had to fight instantly got smaller. People were fighting all around her, which gave her an idea. She sent her horse into a gallop, and as the horse ran, she cut through every Lannister soldier she laid her eyes on. Soon, she had left a pile of dead men behind her.

Her glory was cut short as an arrow pierced through her horse's neck, sending both her and the horse to the ground. As she hit the ground, all air instantly got knocked out of her lungs. She gasped, trying her best to get air back into her lungs, because she knew that if she didn't, she was as good as dead.

She staggered to her feet, finally being able to breath again. Her time to recover was cut short, because without a horse, you were much more vulnerable to attacks. Her next opponent came out of nowhere. He made himself known by giving her a cut on her arm. She yelled out as a burning pain exploded in her arm, and blood started oozing out from the cut. She didn't have time to be a wimp, so instead of whimpering, she charged at the man.

She thrust her sword forward, aiming at his neck, but he was quick. He ducked out of the way, instead swinging his fist towards her face, hitting her square in the jaw. She gasped, feeling her lip split open, and stars momentarely danced across her vision. With a grunt, she kicked him in his knee, making him scream out in pain as he fell to his knees. She spit out blood in front of him, before she lifted her sword and drove it straight through his chest.

The men left were becoming smaller and smaller by the second. She watched as the Lannister army were being cut down, one after one, until only a small amount were left. That made the rest of the battle fairly easy, and she kept cutting down opponents.

She spotted Robb a few feet away from herself. Some of the Stark soldiers were standing by his side, and in their grasp, was Jaime Lannister himself. He wasn't covered in as much blood and dirt as she thought he would be. He was a big contrast to herself, who was probably covered in blood from top to bottom.

Hera couldn't help but grin at the sight. The battle was over and they had won. Even better, they had Jaime Lannister as a hostage.

*

One of the Stark soldiers threw Jaime onto the ground in front of Catelyn Stark's feet. She stared him down with cold and hard eyes. Hera stood at her side, and Robb stood a bit further down. Jaime groaned and slowly stood up from the dirt. Robb held a proud look on his face as he walked up to his mother. "By the time they knew what was happening it had already happened" he said. He was reffering to how they lured the Lannister army into the woods and cut them down there.

Jaime looked up at Lady Catelyn. His hair was stuck to the blood on his forehead. "Lady Stark" he greeted. "I would have offered you my sword, but I seem to have lost it."

Lady Catelyn's eyes narrow into slits. "It is not your sword I want" she spits out. "Give me my daughters back, give me my husband."

"I seem to have lost them too, I'm afraid." Even with a sword pointed at him, he kept being sarcastic.

"Kill him Robb!" Theon exclaimed. "Send his head to his father. He cut down ten of our men, you saw him."

"He is more useful to us alive than dead." Robb stated, his eyes glued on Jaime. Hera wasn't sure if Jaime felt relieved or not. He would be kept as a hostage after all.

"Take him away and put him in irons." Lady Catelyn spoke, and as soon as the command were given, Theon and some soldiers grabbed Jaime by his clothes and hoisted him up onto his feet.

"You could end this war right now, boy. Save thousands of lives. You fight for the Starks, I fight for the Lannisters." Jaime challenged Robb, a smirk covering his face. Robb's face hardened at his words, and Hera wasn't sure if he would do it or not. She took a threatning step towards Jaime, her eyes sending daggers at him. That only caused his smirk to grow. "Swords or lances, teeth, nails, choose your weapons and let's end this here and now."

That caused Robb's lips to lift up into a smirk. "If we do it your way, Kingslayer, you'd win." His smirk dissapeared, and his face became hard. "We're not doing it your way."

"Come on, pretty man." Lord Umber joked as he took Jaime away. As they left, the rest of the Stark army started cheering for their victory, but neither Robb, Theon, Lady Catelyn or Hera cheered. Because they knew that the war was far from over.

"I sent 2,000 men to their deaths today." Robb lowly said.

Theon stepped up in front of him, the same proud look on his face. "The bards will sing songs of their sacrifice."

"Aye, but the dead won't hear them." Robb spoke. He walked forward, until everyone could see him. "One victory does not make us conquerors!" Everyone had gone quiet and were now listening to him. "Did we free my father? Did we rescue my sisters from the Queen? Did we free the North from those who want us on our knees?" He stopped talking, his gaze becoming distant and a somber look appeared on his face.

"This war is far from over."