A Game of Thrones (A Song of Ice and Fire, #1)

by George R.R. Martin

The time had come for Robert to hear the whole truth, he decided then and there. “Do you remember the Trident, Your Grace?” “I won my crown there. How should I forget it?” “You took a wound from Rhaegar,” Ned reminded him. “So when the Targaryen host broke and ran, you gave the pursuit into my hands. The remnants of Rhaegar’s army fled back to King’s Landing. We followed. Aerys was in the Red Keep with several thousand loyalists. I expected to find the gates closed to us.” Robert gave an impatient shake of his head. “Instead you found that our men had already taken the city. What of it?” “Not our men,” Ned said patiently. “Lannister men. The lion of Lannister flew over the ramparts, not the crowned stag. And they had taken the city by treachery.” The war had raged for close to a year. Lords great and small had flocked to Robert’s banners; others had remained loyal to Targaryen. The mighty Lannisters of Casterly Rock, the Wardens of the West, had remained aloof from the struggle, ignoring calls to arms from both rebels and royalists.