Westeros, the Kingdom of the North, Winterfell.
Because the previous King's Hand had died unexpectedly, Lord Ned Stark, the Lord of the North, was recently invited by King Robert to the capital to serve as the new King's Hand, so now all matters in Winterfell are managed by Lord Ned's eldest son, Robb Stark.
Inside a certain meeting room in Winterfell, Robb was not in a particularly good mood at this moment. He held a secret letter, his expression solemn as he looked at Maester Luwin, the advisor of the North.
"King Robert is dead, and my sister Sansa says in her letter that my father Ned Stark committed treason, and she wants me to personally go to the capital to beg the new King for forgiveness? The letter doesn't even mention Arya. Does she think her sister doesn't exist?"
Maester Luwin came from the most renowned academic authority in Westeros—the Citadel. After graduating from the Citadel, he had served the Stark Family and understood the intricacies of noble etiquette better than anyone. He patiently explained to the Young Wolf Lord before him.
"It was written by your sister's own hand, but it was clearly at the Queen's behest. This is the King's command, and you must obey it. They summon you to King's Landing to swear fealty to the new King, otherwise it will be considered treason."
Robb chuckled softly, sitting in his chair: "This Queen Cersei is quite interesting. She imprisons my father and then tells me to beg for forgiveness. The Mad King used such a clumsy scheme to kill my grandfather. Does she intend to use the same trick against the Stark Family again?"
Theon Greyjoy, who was sitting nearby, showed an inexplicable smile. He was Lord Stark's foster son and Robb's childhood companion.
"Then let it be as His Majesty wishes. Summon all the bannermen. They swore fealty to my father. Now is the time to test that loyalty and friendship."
Maester Luwin received the command and was startled, not expecting this fifteen-year-old youth, whom he had watched grow up, to possess such audacity as to dare to directly wage war against the Lannister, where Queen Cersei resided.
"Very good, I think your father will be proud of you."
He nodded with satisfaction and left the meeting room to send messages to the nobles in the North who pledged allegiance to the Stark Family.
Soon after, at the highest point of Winterfell Castle, dozens of raven were released simultaneously, carrying the signal of war and spreading in all directions. The increasingly distant cawing of the raven was like the Horn of attack on a battlefield, striking hard at the hearts of every person in Winterfell.
Theon looked at the Young Wolf Lord, who he had grown up with and who held a noble status: "Are you afraid?"
"Afraid?" Robb raised a glass of crimson wine and drank it in one gulp. "I haven't known fear for a long time, my dear Theon."
...
At this moment, Robb was no longer the brave and resourceful but politically inept Young Wolf Lord he once was; his soul was occupied by Lin Ke from Blue Star.
However, this was not Lin Ke's first time traveling through space and time. Ever since he inexplicably transmigrated into the Elden Ring game world while playing a game, he thought he could return to his world after completing it. He didn't expect that even after becoming the Elden Lord, he would instead transmigrate into the Game of Thrones world.
"Although all my equipment is gone, all the spells and incantations I learned are deeply etched in my soul. As long as I want to use them, I can cast them. Thankfully, I wasn't playing as a low-intelligence character with 9 INT. As expected, a noble mage is the only answer in this version."
"The world of Game of Thrones is full of dangers. Many gods have records of displaying miracles, such as the eerie Night King, the Lord of Light who can revive the dead, the Three-Eyed Raven who can travel through time, and the widely worshipped Seven Gods. I just wonder if killing these things can drop items to exchange for equipment..."
"On the other side of Westeros, Daenerys should have hatched three small dragons by now, right? I wonder what the dragon hearts in this world taste like?"
Having just transmigrated, Robb, who hadn't yet shifted his mindset, habitually pondered some bizarre questions.
But Robb quickly adapted to this new world. The most important thing now was to handle the war. In a one-on-one fight, Robb was confident he could defeat anyone or any monster, even if the Night King or the Lord of Light personally appeared, he could contend with them.
But when it came to war, Robb felt a resistance from within his body—he really didn't want to get into a situation of fighting many against one.
He still had to rely on his subordinates to charge into battle.
Coming before the map, Robb began to consider how the upcoming war should proceed. This was a battle between the Stark Family and the Lannister, a struggle between the wolf and the lion.
In the original story, Robb initially seemed to be making great progress, but many internal and external troubles were hidden by the victories, preventing everyone from seeing the dangerous situation of the North.
As the war progressed, internal rebellions would arise in the North, and the pirate Greyjoy would also take advantage of Robb's campaign to harass the southern territories of the North. The opposing Lannister should not be underestimated either.
Furthermore, the two brothers of the former King Robert would also raise armies and become embroiled in this Game of Thrones.
Beyond the Wall in the North, the Night King was biding his time, ready to invade the continent at any moment.
On another continent, the descendants of the Targaryen Family had once again acquired dragons, preparing to replicate their ancestors' feat of riding dragons and sweeping all before them.
"With the current strength of the North, it's still too difficult to sweep across the continent. Although I am strong, I don't have the high mobility of a dragon mount, so replicating the actions of the Targaryen Family is also somewhat difficult."
After a general overview of the current situation, Robb quickly overturned all the original strategic plans of the Stark Family and began a completely new plan.
Amass provisions, and slowly claim emperorship.
Befriend distant states while attacking nearby ones, gradually encroaching upon the continent.
It still had to be the wisdom of the ancestors.
After determining a long-term goal, Robb began to consider the immediate problems ahead.
"Soon, a group of lords loyal to the North will arrive at Winterfell. In the original story, although Robb subdued some people, there were still those with ulterior motives. I absolutely will not allow such a situation to happen again."
"The issue of provisions must also be prepared. Although it has been summer for the past few years, Winterfell has stored a good amount of provisions, but war is about money. Without good logistical supplies, my army simply won't last long."
These two problems were urgent. Although Robb did not intend to march all the way to King's Landing as before, now that things had come to this, the war with the Lannister still had to be fought.
His sister must be rescued. This blood connection of family cannot be abandoned, especially in such a medieval fantasy setting, otherwise, if his reputation is ruined, no one will be willing to follow him.
He must also retaliate when provoked. Once the alpha wolf is perceived as weak, internal rebellion will arise even without external enemies.
As for his imprisoned father, Ned, it was likely beyond saving. Unless Daenerys's three small dragons were rapidly matured and sent over now, he wouldn't be able to rescue Ned before the benevolent Emperor Joff went mad.
"Let's leave it at that for now. Problems must be solved one by one."
Overwhelmed, Robb closed his eyes and rested for a while. After a long time, he opened them again, the reflection of the fireplace flames dancing in his pupils.
"From now on, I am Robb Stark. Let's begin. Winter is Coming to the Lannister."