The Stark’s Army column stretched for miles. Footsoldiers, cavalry, and direwolves marching to the beat of war drums. What had started as a simple field muster had quickly turned into a war party against a brotherhood of some faux religion. That little maneuver normally would have cost some time, but in this case it had worked out. No sooner had a portion of the army engaged the Knights of Templar than a raven had arrived and sent the rest of the Stark forces marching South.
As the King of the North and his Council came around a bend in the road, trees gave way to an open field. Spread out before them was an army of black armored knights and chocolate covered soldiers. Zygon held up his hand, halting the army behind him.
“We'll camp amongst the trees tonight. Hopefully the gods bring us good fortune in the night. Ensure every man’s sword is sharp and his mind clear for battle. Blood will be spilt on the morrow.” His Lords rode off to carry out his orders.
Zygon bowed his head and offered a silent prayer to the gods. When he raised his head, a sharp cold wind blew against his back and the direwolves began to howl. Winter was Coming.
The next morning, the Black Knights and Chocolate Castle awoke to fresh snow on the ground and ice on their weapons. In the field, beyond the encampment, stood the Stark host. Thousands of Northerners bent on fire and blood and wolves were howling from what seemed like every direction. The Knights and the Choccy bois scrambled to get into a defensive formation.
As they were forming up, the King in the North raised his horn and blew. The sound echoed off of the surrounding hills. As one the army drew their swords and gave a shout, before beginning a slow advance. The advance quickly turned into a sprint as the Stark cavalry and direwolves peeled off from the flanks and charged into the weak point in the defensive lines with Zygon leading the charge.
The Knights struggled to pull their swords from their ice locked sheaths. As the cavalry drew closer they attempted to form a shield wall but it was too weak to withstand the might of Northern cavalry. Swords rang against shields and flesh as the two forces came together. As their defensive lines buckled and broke, the Knights and Chocolate soldiers began to pull back to a better position. No quarter was given as the wolves and men of the North cut them down and continued to advance.
As the armies moved away from the initial engagement all that remained was blood steaming on the snow and melted chocolate.
TLDR: House Stark Declares War on the Black Knights, Chocolate Castle, and Hollywood as a whole.