House Glover

Deepwood Motte sits deep in the Wolfswood on the North's northwestern coast, overlord to a scattering of smaller houses — the Forresters, the Woods, the Branches, the Bole — who this chronicle mentions in passing rather than in detail, their own histories being thinner still than House Glover's own. The silver mailed fist on scarlet that serves as the Glovers' arms is, this chronicle notes, an unusually blunt piece of heraldry even by the North's plainspoken standards, and no less honest for it.

When Robb Stark called the North to war, both Glover brothers answered — Galbart riding south with the host itself, given command of Robb's scouts and outriders, and Robett close behind him — leaving Deepwood Motte in the hands of Robett's wife, Sybelle, and a garrison too thin for the castle's importance. Balon Greyjoy's daughter Asha judged the opportunity as plainly as this chronicle now records it: Deepwood Motte, lightly held while its lords campaigned elsewhere, fell to her without the fight its walls might otherwise have offered, and Sybelle Glover and her two young children became the ironborn's hostages for the northern coast's obedience.

Robett Glover left Robb Stark's host on hearing of his home's fall, determined to retake it by whatever means the war still allowed him, and this chronicle notes his frustration at finding no immediate path north through a kingdom that had, by then, considerably more urgent fires burning elsewhere. His path back to the Wolfswood came, eventually and by a considerably longer road than he can have wanted, through Stannis Baratheon's northern campaign, marching alongside the mountain clans Stannis had gathered to his cause toward a Deepwood Motte this chronicle cannot yet confirm has been retaken, held, or lost again. Galbart's fate in the war's later fighting is recorded with no more certainty than his brother's homecoming.