Rescue Sansa

Ned strode towards his set of chests, removing his broadsword Ice, and a set of boiled leather armor. Cersei watched, propping herself up on one arm as she watched, splayed across the bed.

Eddard strapped on his armor, slinging Ice across his back as he left the tent. Silently, his household guard rallied behind him, wielding an array of swords, spears, and spiked maces.

Ned made his way through the camp, treading lightly on the trampled earth. Baratheon soldiers looked up from their seperate encampments, only to be met by the swift **** of the northern forces, quickly squashing all resistance. In a matter of minutes, the camp was held by Eddard.

All Robert's knights were prisoners, and the house guard was locked in a stand-off with the Kingsguard in front of the royal tent.

Robert exited the tent, dressed in a loose tunic, and hefting his massive warhammer in one hand. In the other he clutched Sansa, shivering in her nude state.

Ned took his place at the head of his soldiers, unsheathing Ice in one fluid motion. "Let her go Robert, she isn't a scullery maid for you to leave your bastard in."

"Ned. Will you really turn on me for this? After everything we've been through?"

"Yes." A voice echoed from the woods. Cersei softly tread out of the wilderness surrounding the camp, surrounded by Lannister swordsmen. "Your reign is over Robert. Give Ned back his child and we can make this quick.