So the lions had come to feast upon the Riverlands once more. 

Damon bit his tongue as his father spoke his words and his orders, though he had little issue for complaints to be made against his father or his liege. Had Damon had never returned home his father wouldn’t have had a heir to issue command in a situation much like this. He himself wondered if his father had predicted that some sort of conflict would make the rivers run red once again much like Damon had seen during the Greyjoy Rebellion; a conflict that had forged him into what he was today. He was no milk drinking fool like King Robert’s children had been. As his thoughts went back to the Greyjoy Rebellion he began to wonder how much blood would befall the current era; after all, there had been several bloody conflicts and full-scale wars that had plagued the last century of Westeros. Was this a curse that the Mad King’s spirit had left on them following the success of Robert’s Rebellion?

[color=cc6300]“As you wish, father. I will do as you expect of me.”[/color] Damon replied as he broke from his thoughts to answer; only moments before Jon took his leave for a time.