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      Published: 2017-11-19 Updated: 2017-11-22 Chapters: 5/? Words: 17925
****** A War Not Yet Won ******
by Link1988
Summary
     Canon Divergence - Battle of the Trident/Sacking of King's Landing
     during Robert's Rebellion
***** Robert - 1: The 1st Assembly of the Lords *****
A War Not Yet Won
Chapter 1: Robert - 1
The 1st Assembly of the Lords
King’s Landing - 283 A.C.
Robert Baratheon sat across the large table from Rhaegar Targaryen in the
Chamber of the Small Council. His breath heavy as he gripped the table with
rage. He would have leapt across this table and behead the prick if it hadn’t
been for Ned. He would have his and the babe’s heads on spikes adorning the Red
Keeps walls if it hadn’t been for Ned. The whole damn Targaryen dynasty would
be completely wiped out if it hadn’t been for Ned. Ned fucking Stark and his
damn honor. Fuck Stark and fuck Rhaegar fucking Targaryen. Robert’s rising was
met with a sharp clearing of a throat. The King shifted his eyes to Lady Olenna
seated next to the honorable Lord Stark. The old bitch had to sit in on this as
well.
Robert looked around the table. Jon Arryn to his right, Hoster Tully next,
followed by Prince Doran Martell with his brother Oberyn standing behind him.
Balon Greyjoy, the salty twat, came after with Robert’s own curmudgeon of a
brother, Stannis, to his right. At the corner of that side was the High Septon.
A large corruptible man. At the other end of the table sat Rhaegar Targaryen.
His head hung low to hide his defeated look. The Spider, Varys, sat next to him
at the other far corner. Grand Maester Pycelle, the old perv, was the only one
that looked remotely cheerful. Tywin Lannister sat looked exhausted, probably
for the first time in his life, with his young son, Jaime, behind him in his
white cloak and armor. Randyll Tarly and The Queen of Thorns, sitting in for
her grandson due to her son’s death, were next. She was a tenacious old hag,
but she knew how to play this game. Randyll Tarly was a well-respected warrior.
Bringing him meant very little really to the lords here but everything to the
lords of the Reach. Lastly, to Robert’s left was Eddard Stark. His best friend
and brother in arms, Ned. A man he had shared a lifetime with. Robert knew this
would be no easy meeting. All stared at their new king with warried eyes. They
had seen enough. They all had seen enough. No more bloodshed. Not for now. With
that on his mind, Robert sat down. At that moment, Barristan Selmy entered the
room with a crutch under one arm. He took his place behind Robert.
“Well, then. Now that the machismo has settle down, shall we commence this
peace accord?” Lady Olenna said nonchalantly. “I would prefer not to spend more
time in this repulsive city.” By the Warrior, did Robert hate this woman.
“Made only more repulsive by your visit, my lady,” Oberyn Martell shot across
the table.
“Oberyn! That no way to speak to the Lady of the Reach.” Doran only shift his
head slightly to look at his brother leaning up against the wall. The young
viper played with a dagger. “If you can’t control yourself, you can see
yourself out.”
“My apologizes, my lady.” The young prince bowed sarcastically. Robert knew the
Queen of Thorns would not forget this slight. She never forgot an offense
against her or her house.
“How would you like to begin, your highness?” Jon Arryn said with a tone of
authority and respect. Jon was a great diplomat. He knew how to read a room
from the second he walked in. He knew what to say, how to say it, and most
importantly, when not to say anything at all.
“How I would like to start and how it should start are two different things,
Jon.” Robert stared directly into Rhaegar face. Rhaegar looked up into Robert’s
gaze. The king could see the redness of his eyes and the tears he held back. A
complete change from the man he fought at the Trident for three days straight.
It ended with both men collapsing in fatigue. The battle only ended when word
had reached both sides that Westermen and Northmen had taken King’s Landing and
the Mad King slain by Jaime Lannister. Rhaegar abruptly stopped his attack on
Robert as a squire shouted across the field, “The Mad King is dead! The Mad
King is dead! They’ve taken King’s Landing!” The rebel remembered the white
hair flowing behind the now deposed prince. Robert guess deposed king since
Aerys was dead. But it didn’t matter. Rhaegar couldn’t save his family in
King’s Landing. Now, for the first time Robert was seeing that on Rhaegar’s
face. He rode until his horse died outside the walls. He’s lucky Ned’s men
found him. The stone-faced Stark let him live. Let him see the remains of his
wife and children in exchange for Lyanna’s location.
Damn him to the Seven Hells for not riding as fast as Rhaegar. He could have
saved his sister. Robert would have had his queen and been rid of the bastard
babe Ned protected. Robert had wanted to throttle his best friend when he
walked into the Great Hall, Lyanna’s corpse in tow. Why didn’t he save her? Was
it because he knew there was no saving her? There wasn’t. Robert couldn’t see
it then. He did now. The raven arrived when Rhaegar was finding out about his
children being murdered. Ned had intercepted it. Lyanna was in labor with
Rhaegar’s child, but there were complications. Ned pleaded with Rhaegar to let
him help her. Promised that the remains of the innocent wouldn’t be defiled if
only he told Ned where she was. Rhaegar promised to show him, but the Northman
said the prince had already cause enough trouble. Rhaegar pleaded to see his
beloved once more. Her brother refused and had him locked away. Robert felt
guilty for thinking so harshly of his companion. He sometimes forgot, that Ned
had lost more to the Mad King than he had. Ned’s eyes searched for hope in his
friend. Robert thought of what the wise young man would do in his place and
knew instantly.
“No more blood.” Robert let out a breath after saying the words, unsure if he
convinced even himself. The table of lords looked shock by the headstrong
leader’s remark. Robert looked down at his cup of wine and downed it in one
gulp. He would need the liquid courage to help him through this.
“I can understand your sentiment, my liege. However, there are still crimes to
be answer for,” Doran sat up as he spoke.
“And what crimes would those be?” Maester Pycelle asked intentionally playing
ignorant.
“You know damn well what crimes you old fool.” Doran would not play into a man
like Pycelle. “Gregor Clegane and Amory Lorch walk freely in this city after
the atrocities they committed and all because they are bannerman to Tywin
Lannister.”
“Are you accusing me of giving the order?” Tywin’s dry voice cut through the
air. Doran sat back in his seat. Without proof, he could do no more than
speculate the guilt of his fellow lord paramount.
“Lord Tywin’s involvement notwithstanding,” Varys, the master of whispers,
chimed in, “Prince Doran still brings up the valid point that Clegane and Lorch
still carried out these horrific killings. Witnesses have identified both men
as well as Amory Lorch, himself, admitted to these acts around the local
taverns.”
“Are we going to slap the wrist of every man that killed someone during the
war?” Stannis asked around the room. He was already tired of the conversation.
Robert knew he was never one to partake in a debate, but was still obligated to
have him sit in. “Everyone at this table would be in hanging from a branch if
that was the case.” His eyes looked directly at Lady Olenna on this. She was
sure to have commanded the death of a few enemies during this ordeal. “This was
a war. There have been causalities on both sides. Men, women, and children. It
is a price we pay.”
“A price you have not paid for Baratheon. Who have you lost that is so dear to
you?” Hoster Tully looked down at the stern lord. “I’m not saying that he gave
directive, but it he didn’t that means the his bannermen acted out of order and
murdered these three in cold blood.”
“Stannis may not have lost anyone, but he is correct in the fact that it is
common in war to lose a few civilians.” Randyll Tarly barely moved as he spoke.
His head against the back of his chair. He sported an untreated injured
shoulder. Robert had heard of Tarly’s bravery, but thought this was just
showing off. This coming from a man that wielded a war hammer like a dancer
performing for money.
“And how would you feel, Tarly, if your wife and children were plucked from
your home? Raped and crushed to death. Stabbed over fifty times. Head smashed
into a wall while you can only sit there helplessly.” Oberyn’s voice cracked as
he slammed his fist onto the table. The tears rolled down his face. “Tell me
then Tarly. Tell me it is only a fact of war.” Spit flew from his mouth as he
yelled. Doran placed a calming hand on his brother fist. He stood up and
whispered something in his brother’s ear. Oberyn stared relentlessly in at
Tarly, who stared right back. Oberyn broke free of his brother’s hand and made
for the door. He turned once to look at the Tywin and Randyll. The viper made
to speak but couldn’t get the words out. Robert noticed that Doran was now
crying. Oberyn turned and exited, slamming the door as he did. His scream of
anger could be heard throughout the Red Keep. The lords took a moment to
regroup their thoughts.
“I apologize for my brother’s temper,” Doran said with a quaky voice.
“There is no need to apologize. We all known how close your siblings were to
each other. It is a bond only few know truly well.” Jon Arryn looked directly
to the head of House Martell. He was received with a nod of appreciation from
the olive skin man. “What is your course of action, Robert?”
Robert was now aware of how over his head he was. This decision could very well
put the great houses back at war. All because two sadists had to get their
rocks off.
“Shall we take a vote?” Ned looked to Robert with supportive eyes.
“Aye. We’ll take a vote. The head of each Great House will have say in the
matter. Yea for bringing Clegane and Lorch to trial. Nay to drop the matter.
And I’ll hear nothing more on the matter.” Robert poured himself another cup of
wine.
“I will not have my bannerman-,” Tywin stood to leave but was cut off.
“You’ll sit your ass down and vote on the matter because your king commands
it!” Robert stood, knocking the flagon of wine over. Jaime reached for his
sword. “And I swear if you draw your sword, my hammer’s going to put a dent so
large in your pretty little armor plate that they’ll think it’s the Narrow
Sea.” With that Robert brought his war hammer down on the table. It splashed in
the pooled wine. Small drops hit several of the lords around the table. Jaime
removed his hand from the hilt of his sword. Robert waited for him to slink
back into the shadows. Tywin sat with quietly.
“Might I suggest that the Faith of the Seven have a say. Through the wisdom,
man might find the guidance we-,” the High Septon spoke as if the previous few
seconds had not occurred.
“Very well, damn it. Your gods get a say as well.” Robert sat with a giant
plop. He heard the seat creak underneath his 6’3” frame. He tightened his grip
on his hammer “Varys, make note of everyone’s vote. Ned we’ll start with you.”
“Yea.”
“Jon.”
“Yea.”
“Olenna.”
“Nay.”
“Hoster.”
“Yea.”
“Tywin.”
“Nay.”
“Doran.”
“Yea.”
“Balon.”
“Nay.”
“Stannis.”
“Nay.”
“High Septon. What of the Seven?”
“The Seven have decided, that in-,”
“Out with it, damn you!” Robert’s voice boomed causing several of them to jump.
“Nay.”
“Five to four, my king.” Varys looked at Doran apologetically. Robert was sure
that the Spider loved those children. It was said he was fond of children. That
was probably why he used so many to gather his information.
“Pycelle, write this down. Then let it be known that Ser Gregor Clegane and Ser
Amory Lorch are hereby pardoned of any and all crimes committed during the
taking of King’s Landing in the name of King Robert Baratheon, first of his
name, and you know the rest. Next order of business.” Robert saw the look of
absolute defeat on Doran’s face. But the Dornishman knew not to leave until he
was dismissed.
“The fate of Rhaegar Targaryen and his son, Aegon Targaryen,” Jon Arryn
announced to the table. “Please keep in mind, that the king has called for no
more bloodshed.”
“Was that before or after he threaten to crush my son’s chest?” Tywin asked of
Jon.
“Before the threat and after the king’s guardsman thought of breaking his vow
for the second time,” Jon had replied with a quick tongue. Tywin sat in silence
to that.
“Robert, please hear me out. You know I ask this of you knowing what I have
already lost in this war. What the Mad King had taken from me. Let Rhaegar live
out his years on Dragonstone with what remains of House Targaryen.” Ned spoke
quicker than he normal does. He wanted to get everything in before any of the
other lords could interrupt. He had been practicing this in his head during the
last debate. Ned didn’t need to listen. He already knew how he would vote.
“Rhaegar will promise never to rise up against the crown. The others, the boy
Viserys, the girl Daenerys, and the babe Aegon, are too young to punish for
their elders’ crimes.”
“Any alternatives?” Robert asked around. Of course, it was his brother with
another solution.
“Exile. Send him to the Wall and the children to the streets of the whatever
city will take them.” Robert gave Stannis a look of contemplation.
“You run the risk of that contempt of exile growing into thoughts of revenge,”
Hoster added.
“Better a sea between them and the king than a bay,” Balon chimed in. Robert
was growing impatient. He wanted to be done with this. He wanted to be in the
brothels. Seven Hells! He could have the brothels brought to him.
“All in favor of exile, say yea. All in favor of letting the Targaryen live the
rest of their lives on Dragonstone say Nay. Varys, keep track.” Robert had
grabbed another flagon of wine and poured himself a cup. “And yes, High Septon.
You will have a vote.”
“Lord Stark,” Varys called.
“Nay.”
“Lord Arryn.”
“Nay.”
“Lady Tyrell.”
“Nay.”
“Lord Tully.”
“Nay.”
“Lord Lannister.”
“Yea.”
“Prince Martell.”
“Nay.” Varys paused. Exile was out of the question now. Robert saw Rhaegar had
looked up with hope and relief in his eyes to see almost everyone staring at
him. Robert, Stannis, Balon, Tywin, and Randyll with disgust and anger. Jon,
Hoster, Olenna, and Doran with sympathy. The High Septon and Pycelle with
unwarranted cheerfulness. Only Ned couldn’t bring his eyes to look at the
silver haired man.
“Continue.”
“Lord Greyjoy.”
“Yea.”
“Lord Baratheon.”
“Yea.”
“High Septon.”
“Nay.” Tywin shot a look of fury at the religious head. Robert guess money
couldn’t buy everything.
“Pycelle. Let it be known…” Robert spoke, as the maester scribed, the words he
hadn’t thought of speaking this morning. He was granting freedom to the man who
stole his betrothal. The man who raped her, and made her bare his child. Robert
granted him freedom not out of respected or honor. But because he couldn’t
start his reign as that of a child killer. If he had killed Rhaegar or even
exiled him to the Wall, those children were as good as dead. The only thing
that gave him solace was knowing Rhaegar would live the rest of his days
knowing he had cause the death of everyone he held dear. “Is there anything
else?”
“There is one more thing my lord.” Jon did not like this one thing. Which
scared Robert. If the Defender of the Vale didn’t want to bring something up,
it meant something worse was coming. “The fate of Jaime Lannister of the King’s
Guard.” Tywin immediately shot to his feet. Jaime stood solemnly in the back.
“In order to save us time,” Robert said slowly. He had to think quick. How to
please all without tearing the kingdom apart again. Damn you, Jon, for doing
this. No wonder you weren’t thrilled about this. You’re starting the war all
over again. “I have decided, that Ser Jaime is sure to have had just cause for
his actions and helped save the lives of the citizens of King’s Landing.
However, in light of his broken vow he can no longer serve as a Knight of the
King’s Guard.” Barristan the Bold step over the young knight and stripped him
of his white cloak.
“I’m sorry, boy,” Robert heard Selmy whisper to the blonde youth.
“A very just judgement, my liege.” Tywin bowed his head to Robert, then sat.
Jaime was then escorted out of the room. Robert was pleased with the response
from the others at the table. Most seemed to have approved of the action.
“Are there any other matters that need to be attended to?” Jon Arryn asked of
the other lords. No one spoke. “Then the 1st Assembly of the Lords of Westeros
has come to an end. We may be called on for the 2nd Assembly of the Lords when
the King seems fit. All lords must attend unless for issues of health or
regency. In the name of King Robert Baratheon, first of his name…” Robert did
hate this title so. He glared at the others from the brim of his cup. Most of
these fucks wanted him dead. Well, let them come at him. He’ll take them all
down with a single swipe of his hammer. He’d even take out...
“Long may he reign!” the group called out. Robert bowed his head. Doran Martell
bolted to the door. Olenna and Randyll followed shortly after. Balon and
Stannis walked together without a word, the High Septon behind them speaking of
the Seven. Tywin went off to find his prize, a golden child back as his heir.
Hoster Tully grabbed Ned and spoke to his son-in-law for a few moments, before
leaving the chamber. Jon Arryn was talking to Rhaegar. Planning his voyage to
Dragonstone no doubt. Ned joined them after Hoster left. Soon the three made
their way out. Pycelle stood up and bowed to Robert, who only raise his cup to
the aged man. The Grand Maester exited leaving Robert alone with Varys seated
at the far end of the table.
“Drink?” Robert asked the eunuch.
“I normally don’t partake, but in honor of your victory I will.” The Spider
smiled at the King. He rose and crossed the other end. Robert reached a long
arm back and grabbed a cub from a table. He placed down in front of the foreign
spymaster. Robert pourrf but looked at the man next to him.
“That’s quite enough, my liege.” The eunuch’s hand made to stop him, but he
knew better. Robert placed the flagon on the table. Varys sipped gingerly at
the wine.
“What do you have to say?” The King was tired of the games.
“How well do you know the other lords?” he asked so cautiously.
 
“I..” Robert didn’t know how to answer.
“Let me rephrase the question. How well do you truly know the other lords?” The
spymaster’s thin eyebrows raised for a reply.
“Ned, Stannis, and Jon very well. Hoster only a little. The others only by
reputation,” Robert admitted.
“We can change that.” Varys took another sip of his wine. “May I ask another
question of you?”
“Yes.” Robert drank slowly now. He need to stay clear headed for this.
“Do you know why I stayed in King’s Landing? You must have thought that I could
have escaped anytime I wanted. And I could have. I chose to stay. I was here to
tell Aerys to keep the gates closed. I was here when Jaime killed the Mad King.
I was here when Eddard found Jaime on the Iron Throne. I was here when that
dreadful raven came, when you entered the Great Hall for the first time, when
Eddard brought in Lyanna. I was here. I have been here for some time now. And
now I have chosen to stay. And only I can choose when I leave. I will help you,
but know that I am here to protect the people.”
“I understand. But you need to know,” Robert leaned in close, “I am in charge.
I am the King. I won the war.”
“You are fighting a war not yet won. A war that may never be won.” Varys sipped
his wine. Robert straighten up. Ser Barristan entered the room.
“My liege.” The knight stood with his weight on the crutch. Robert stood and
finished his wine.
“I am still the king.” Robert place the cup down on the table and pick up his
war
hammer. He slung it up on his shoulder.
“That you are, your grace.” With that Robert exited the Chambers of the Small
Council into the Great Hall, where he was met with thunderous applause. Varys
stayed and sipped his wine. He looked out the small windows to the bright blue
sky. “That you are.”
***** Daenerys - 1: The Stormborn *****
A War Not Yet Won
Chapter 2: Daenerys – 1
The Stormborn
Dragonstone - 298 A.C.
Daenerys stood on the cliff facing west towards the setting sun. The orange
glow warmed her skin. She opened her violet eyes with a smile. She had missed
the sun. As of late, a large storm had come up from the south. Its edge had
covered Dragonstone for a month. Viserys said the storm was so large it reached
all the way from Westeros to Volantis. She hadn’t believed him. That had
angered him so much that he struck her. Luckily Aegon was close by. He used his
sparing sword to take out Viserys by the back of his knees. Griff did not
appreciate that.
“You are the heir to Dragonstone!” He had yelled in the Great Hall. “You are
not some wilding!”
“I was defending her!” Aegon’s long black curly hair shook with rage as he
screamed back. He never looked like a Targaryen. He looked like his mother
people had said. Maybe that’s why her brother kept him away. Aegon reminded him
of her too much. But she didn’t care, she just loved her nephew even more. He
was her best friend. And now he was returning home from his trip to the
capital. Griff had business to attend to. That means taking his squire along
with him. They had been gone for a week now.
Dany looked out to the sea. The small sails were just breaking over the
horizon. Dany stood and watched as they grew larger. Her heart was filled with
delight. With the sun gone and the boat closing in on the dock, the girl of 15
dash back to the castle with its twisted black stone and dark corners. Many
were scared of Dragonstone, but not Dany. This was her home. Her and Aegon had
played all over. They knew all the best hiding spots. They knew how to get from
one side to the other in a matter of seconds. They knew how to get away from
Viserys when they woke the Dragon.
Dany entered the castle and made her way through the corridors. She dodged the
servants preparing the rooms for the returned tenants. None were mad at her
though. They loved Dany as she loved all of them. They were the only people she
had known. Rhaegar never let her leave the island. Aegon and Viserys had
travelled to the mainland and across the Narrow Sea. But Daenerys he kept
locked away. One day she would have to leave. She would have to marry some lord
and move away. Viserys had once said that she would have to wed Aegon or
himself. He told her that he hoped it was himself. This sent Dany into
hysterics. She didn’t want to marry either of them. Especially not Viserys. She
ran crying to Rhaegar. He was found in the Chamber of the Painted Table as he
often was. He consoled her and reassured her that they would never marry within
the family again. This had angered the Dragon the most. Viserys spent the next
few months pinching, flicking, and hitting her. Of course, out of sight, so no
one would know. It was of course Aegon that came to her rescue.
Daenerys had reached the dock in no time using a chute her and Aegon had
discovered once. She dusted herself off and continued on to greet her nephew.
She was only a few feet away from the dock when Viserys intercepted her.
“Where are you going?” He looked down at her. Dany said nothing and stared back
at him. “I asked you a question.” His eyes shimmered in the torch light.
“I’m going to the docks to greet Aegon and Griff,” she answered sheepishly.
“Ser Connington!” He gripped her arm tightly above the elbow. “How many times
must I tell you? Have you no respect?”
“I am sorry, Viserys.” She whimpered under the pain. “I won’t let it happen
again.
“You best not.” Her brother leaned in closer to her. Their noses barely
touching.
“DANY!” she heard Aegon call. Viserys let her go.
“Go, you whore.” Dany side stepped the Dragon and spotted Aegon as he leaped
from the ship on to the dock. He was tossed a rope and helped tie the vessel to
the dock. Dany sprinted. The long silver hair flying behind her. Aegon quickly
tied off the rope and then opened his arms to his dear aunt. She leapt into his
arms and nearly knocked them over. He held onto her tightly. She didn’t want to
leave his arms.
“I’ve missed you so much.” He spoke into her ear.
“I’ve missed you more.” She wrapped her arms around his neck.
“I hope it was a safe journey, Nephew.” Viserys step forward with an arm
extended. Aegon let Daenerys down and took his uncle’s hand.
“That it was Uncle. But it’s good to be home.” He wrapped an arm around Dany’s
shoulders. He then planted a kiss on her head.
“Considering that King’s Landing is a pile of filth, anywhere would be an
improvement.” Viserys looked on in disgust. He was always jealous of her and
Aegon’s relationship.
“It’s not all that bad. I know a few places there, where I would rather be.”
Jon Connington stepped off the ramp that had been lowered behind Aegon and
Dany.
“Griff!” Dany ran into Griff’s arms for a huge embrace from the red-haired man.
She didn’t care what Viserys would say to her after. She was just happy to see
Griff again. Her brother’s closest friend had been a staple of Dragonstone
since Daenerys was a babe. Her father had exiled him to Essos. But Rhaegar had
sent for him after Robert took the throne. He was the only one Rhaegar truly
trusted anymore. Viserys had said it was because Griff was in love with their
brother and could never betray him. Dany didn’t care who Griff loved. She loved
him like her own brother.
“Welcome back, Ser Connington. My brother wishes to speak to us in the Chamber
of the Painted Table as soon as possible.” Viserys then turned and walked back
into the castle.
“What’s gotten a bite of his arse I wonder?” Aegon asked.
“Who knows. One would think becoming castellan would make him more pleasant.”
Griff walked with Dany to join Aegon. She wrapped her arms around their waists.
She was ecstatic to have them home again. She had missed them both.
“Let’s go. I helped Rhaegar plan a fantastic feast for your return.” The three
of them walked linked together into the castle. They made their way to the
Chamber of the Painted Table. It was here Rhaegar spent most of his time. To
put it truthfully, all of his time. Since coming to live on Dragonstone, 15
years ago, Rhaegar had fallen victim to what the servants called “the shadow of
Summerhall.” Griff called it “the long grief.” He was once a happier person,
but now wasted away to a meek shell of a man. Seeing Aegon for long periods of
time often made it worse. Griff would then take him on a trip to keep the young
lord away from his father. Daenerys felt sad for her brother. She would try to
comfort him, but nothing worked.
They had reached the Chamber at the top of the Stone Drum. The feast had been
set out on the Painted Table. Dany had loathed the table. It was too awkward to
sit at properly. She wanted to eat down in the Great Hall, but she knew that
when they did Rhaegar wouldn’t join them. Still the feast looked delicious. The
three sat down at the table in their spots. Aegon and Dany the Lord’s left and
Ser Connington and Viserys on his right. Rhaegar had entered from the balcony
looking worse for wear. Another part of the storm had come in close to them.
The winds had picked up tremendously since they had gotten to the Chamber.
Rhaegar took his place at the head of the table, North of the Wall. The servant
came to serve the meal in front of them. They ate in silence. Viserys wasn’t
much for petty chatter. Griff followed Rhaegar’s lead, who barely held a
conversation. Aegon was often silence near his father as not to bring any more
grief. Dany had tried to get the conversation started several times before to
no avail. Today would be different. There were new adventures to speak of.
“How was your trip to King’s Landing?” Dany asked to either of them. Aegon
froze with a piece of steak dangling from his fork. Griff had just taken a
chewy steak bit. He chewed quickly to answer.
“Very well,” he replied with food along his gums. “It was very productive.
Wouldn’t you say, Aegon?”
“Yes.” Aegon then bit his steak to refrain from taking any more. Griff
anticipating more carried on.
“The capital is quite different from when I last visited.” He looked towards
Rhaegar who only poked at his food with disinterest. “They have restored the
old dragon pit into an arena for sport.”
“What sports do they play?” Dany asked excitedly. She had never seen a sporting
event.
“Jousting and melee fights,” Aegon had answered. The entire city gathers in to
watch. It’s amazing to watch. We saw several melees there this time. During
one, they even had a woman fight!”
“Really?” Dany thought how brave of a woman to fight all those men.
“Preposterous.” Viserys sipped his wine. “Do not fill Dany’s head with such
ridiculous fantasies. Next you’ll be telling her there are still dragons and
children of the forest that sneeze rainbows.”
“It’s true.” Griff stared at Viserys with contempt. “The woman bested all who
faced her. Including myself.”
“You fought in the melee?” Dany was glad she had started this conversation.
“Not for long. Not against Brienne the Beauty.” Griff smirked to himself. “She
must have been 6’4” and built like the Wall. She towered over most of us. I
thought it was all for show at first. Anything but. I’d let her be taken out by
some smaller knight. Let him have the honor of beating a woman. I wanted to
remove some of the bigger fish from the pond first. It was clear to see there
was only really three competitors in the ring. Myself, the youngest Tyrell boy,
and to my surprise, Brienne of Tarth.”
“Tarth?” Dany stood up and looked down the coast of the table to make sure she
was correct. It was the only benefit to this monster table. She looked to the
large island off the coast of the Stormlands. The Sapphire Isle. “Just what I
thought.” She sat back down to resume the story.
“So, I take out this young Dornish lad. I turn to see Tyrell fighting an older
knight I can’t remember. The only other person to fight is Brienne. She spots
me from across the arena. In five long steps, she is on me like eagle. Slashing
from above with no mercy. All I can do is block her strikes. Then without
warning she twist and is behind me. I take her sword to my back and I yield.”
Griff finished with a long swig of wine to quench his thirst.
“Brienne went on to beat Ser…Loras.” Aegon snapped his fingers.
“That’s it. Loras.”
“The crowd was in shock, but soon they were all chanting her name. I’ve never
seen a more formidable fighter.” Aegon went back to eating.
“Did Barristan Selmy participate?” Rhaegar asked his son directly. Aegon was
too shocked to speak. His father rarely spoke directly to him.
“No, he didn’t,” Aegon got out. “He said if he had, he wouldn’t want to face
Brienne the Maid at his age.” Rhaegar let out a haughty laugh. It was a bit
rusty. Soon Jon, Aegon, and Dany were laughing as well.
“When did you speak to Barristan?” Rhaegar had a smile on his face. Something
the younger two had only witness once before. When Griff had gone to Essos on a
mission, word had come back that he had been lost at sea. The ship’s captain
reported him falling over board. Two days later Jon Connington walked up the
dock to greet Rhaegar Targaryen. Rhaegar kissed the red-head. Then the two
laughed. Rhaegar smiled that entire evening as Griff chronicled his story of
mer-maidens, Braavosi players, and Tyroshi slavers.
“He came up to us in a tavern in Flea Bottom.” Aegon spoke as Griff shook his
head.
“And what were you doing in a Flea Bottom tavern?” Rhaegar’s smiled had turned
to a stern look that scared Dany. Viserys had a look of undeserved vindication.
“Singing to the whores across the way at the brothel.” Aegon said sheepishly.
Viserys was shocked. As was Griff. Dany was worried what her brother would
think of his son and heir singing to whores in flea bottom. This news sent
Rhaegar into a fit of laughter. He pounded the table with a bony hand.
“You are my son, after all.” Rhaegar reached across and put his hand on Aegon’s
shoulder. Aegon smiled at his father. Rhaegar let go and then took a bite of
his food. “Pray, do tell us why you were singing to ladies of the night in Flea
Bottom.” Aegon filled the evening with a tale of the post-melee party. They had
met a former smuggler by the name of Ser Davos who now worked for Lord Stannis.
Ser Davos’ men were looking for a pleasure palace since the Lord of the
Stormlands had made prostitution illegal in their lands. Griff said he knew of
a place the guards often spoke of and that he would take them there as they
were on their way to a blacksmith down that way. However, when they got to the
spot, it was nothing more than a run-down building. As they were about to ask
someone for directions, a parade to celebrate the Maiden was making its way
along the narrow paths. A hundred people came walking through their group. Next
thing they knew there was a thousand or more drunk revelers there to mock the
chaste parade goes. The group got separated. Aegon led a group down an alley
that turned into a gambling den. However, they couldn’t leave without gambling
per the owner’s, and his guards with the crossbows, say. Aegon then played
several rounds of a gamer he had never heard of. Apparently, he did quite well.
Well enough that owner had enough of his winning that he kicked him out. They
were met on the street by some ladies that turned out to be men in disguise and
attempted to mug them. Ser Davos took the finger off of one and the crooks high
tailed it out. They wandered a bit more only to end up of the ship of an
Asshai’i merchant surrounded by beautiful women and men. The merchant offered
Ser Davos more gold than in the entire world for Aegon. Ser Davos declined
saying that he would report the man to the Gold Cloaks for attempted slavery.
The merchant laughed and the Asshai’i disappeared in a cloud of smoke. The
group continued on until they found a tavern where Griff and the other
Baratheon men waited. The men had tried to convince the women across the street
that Ser Davos was on his way with their coin. The prostitutes refused to come
out. Aegon grabbed a lute from passed out musician. He marched across the
street and began to serenade the women up on the balcony. Even though his song
was lovely, they wouldn’t accept it as payment. Aegon tossed up the bag of his
winnings and asked it that was enough. The Baratheon men piled into the brothel
quickly. Ser Davos, Ser Jon, and Aegon sat at the tavern all night drinking ale
and telling tales of past adventures.
“As morning was breaking, Griff passed out with his head on the table since he
can’t hold his drink-,”
“Watch it young man.” Griff sipped his wine. “I paid for it the next day.”
“Ser Davos carved something for you. He’s a fairly good woodsman. He carves
trinkets for Stannis’ daughter Shireen all the time.” Aegon placed a small
wooden statue on the table in front of Dany. It was a crude three headed
dragon. It was beautiful in her eyes.
“Thank you, Aegon.” She hugged her nephew. “I love it.”
“All in all, a good trip then?” Rhaegar looked truly changed.
“Not entirely, my lord.” Ser Jon looked grave. He handed a letter to Rhaegar.
The lord took the letter and unfurled the parchment. “The Hand of the King,
Lord Arryn passed away after some quick sickness. We found out just moments
before we left port.”
“The King is asking for our presence for the 2nd Assembly of the Lords of
Westeros.” Rhaegar’s face dropped considerable. “My attendance should be
expected within a fortnight.”
“He would also like to have Daenerys present as well,” Griff had added. Rhaegar
shot a glance at his friend.
“What for?” The former prince’s voice quivered.
“A Coupling.”
“Then we leave for the capital in one week.” The joy had been replaced with the
solemnness Rhaegar had been known for now a day. “Viserys, please make all the
proper arrangements. I need the room now.” All made to exit.
“Come Dany.” Aegon offered her a hand.
“Please stay Aegon.” Rhaegar was now facing the balcony. The wind had calmed a
bit, but still strong. The servants had placed up the wind guards, but did very
little to stop the intense gusts.
“I’ll meet you in Aegon’s Garden.” He helped her from her seat then turn to
follow his father. Dany followed the rest out. She was beginning her walk down
the steps when Viserys emerged from the shadows.
“Please wait, Sister.” His voice was lowered. “I want to make one thing clear.
Even though those men down in the capital will be clawing at you, bargaining
you off like a prized cow to marry their sons, and filling you with all the
pleasures you can believe, you still belong to me.”
“I belong to no one.” Dany had barely finished the words when he slammed her
against the wall.
“How many times must I tell you not to wake the dragon?” His mouth rest right
on her ear. One hand cupped around her throat, the other on her thigh with the
fingers dangerously close to her womanhood. He must have sensed her fear. The
hand on her thigh loosened. He rolled the knuckles of that hand up along her
torso. His thumb grazed the tip of her breast.
“Let me go.” She mustered the courage to speak.
“Do not wake the dragon!” His teeth clenched as he spoke.
“You may be the dragon, but so am I. Do not forget that I am the Stormborn.”
With that she raised her left knee to meet his genitals. He let go of her as
the breath left him. He stumbled back slightly. Daenerys had never struck back
before now. She was paralyzed with both fear and curiosity as to what would
come next. Viserys gained his composure quickly. His eyes twitched with rage.
Dany had nowhere to run. The steps were too dark to take quickly and her
brother blocked the way back to the Chamber. Screaming would accomplish
nothing. By the time they would have reached them, he would have spun a lie
about her almost tripping. She just stood her ground. Viserys punched her
square in the gut. Dany dropped to her knees, almost losing her balance on the
stairs. She felt her dinner coming back up but managed to keep it down.
“Can’t mess up the whore’s face before we take her to market.” Viserys
whispered furiously at her. He knelt down in front of her. His fingers ran
through her hair. She felt the sharp pain as he gripped it and yanked her head
up. “Go clean yourself up, you filthy cunt. And don’t think about telling our
nephew or I unleash the dragon on both of you. Get out of here.”
He released Dany. She ran as quickly as she could down the stairwell. The tears
streaming from her eyes. She hated him. She hated him more than anyone. She
hated herself for letting him do that to her. The young lady hated everything
about him. She somehow managed to end up the garden. She tossed herself onto a
stone bench among the flowers and wept. She didn’t even notice when it started
to rain. It was small droplets at first but quickly turned into a proper storm.
But what did she care. She was the Stormborn after all. The lightning struck up
above. Her clothing was soak through. She closed her eyes. She wished he would
go away. That everything would go away. And it did.
She found herself standing in a large sunny field. The tall grass extended for
miles before they were met with mountains. Dany look around to see if she was
alone. She walked a few feet with her hands extended to brush the grass. A
light breeze flew by. Dany embraced the cool wind. Her eyes blinked. She heard
the flap of wings. Large wings. A large shadow passed over. The lady looked up
to see a dragon flying overhead. It was followed by two more dragons higher in
the sky. Dany gasped at their beauty. The majestic creatures spun and looped.
Finally, the largest one landed in front of her. His black scales tipped with
blood red trembled. The dragon lowered its head to meet the silver-haired
Targaryen. She laid a hand on its snout. The beast smelled her deeply. It
enjoyed her touch. Dany walked along the large head to the torso. She paused
only for a moment before scaling up the dragon. She found a place to sit on the
spine of the formidable animal. Dany took reign by grabbing two long, spiked
scales. The creature flapped its large wings and took flight. Daenerys felt the
wind whizzing past her as they soared through the air. The dragon took every
command directly. Another dragon glided up next to them on the left. She could
see her nephew Aegon riding the magnificent animal. The other dragon soon
joined formation on the right. But as she turned to see the third rider, they
entered a cloud. She could only make out the auburn hair burning through the
mist.
Then Dany awoke. She was being carried to her room by Aegon. The rain now
freezing against her flesh. He held her tighter in his arms. They soon made it
to her room. Her nephew stood her up. She could hear the storm raging outside.
“Get out for those wet clothes. I’m going to fetch some more wood for the
fire.” He turned and left her alone. She undressed slowly, leaving the soaked
linens on the floor. She went to the mirror and examined her body. A round
black bruise had formed under her breast. Dany ran a finger gently over it. The
pain was sharp. She grabbed a towel and dried off. After Dany had finished, she
went to her wardrobe and removed the heaviest nightgown. She slipped into and
went to the bed. The young woman slipped under the layers of blankets to the
warmth. There was a knock at her door.
“Who is it?”
“Aegon.”
 
“You may enter.” Aegon burst into the room with arms stacked with wood. He
loaded some more wood into the fire place. She felt the heat instantly. Aegon
came and sat on the edge of the bed. She rested his head onto lap. “I dreamt of
dragons.”
“Yeah?”
“Three of them. I rode a large black scaled one. You rode another one.”
“What about the third one?”
“I don’t know. I only saw his hair. It was a beautiful auburn color that shone
through the clouds.”
“Sounds intriguing.”
“Stay with me tonight.” She was dozing off.
“I will.” She shut her eyes and drifted off.
She woke sometime in the middle of the night. The storm had blown open her
windows. She got up quickly to close them. Aegon had moved from her bed to her
arm chairs by the fire, which had begun to die a little. She walked over and
stroke a lock of hair out of his face. Dany then grabbed a few logs and placed
them on the fire. She sat as she prodded the flames back to life. She sat for a
while staring into the crackling embers. Without thought of hesitation she
placed a hand into the flames. They licked at her but didn’t nothing else. She
turned over the hand several times and still nothing.
“What are you doing?” the voice asked from behind her groggily. She quickly
removed her hand.
“Nothing. Just cold finger tips. Go back to sleep.” Aegon rolled over away from
the fire. Dany returned to her bed. Stared out of the window. The storm still
laid waste to their island. But that didn’t matter to her. Going forward, she
would not need a man to protect her. Starting tomorrow, she would defend
herself. She was the Stormborn, and she was the blood of dragons. Unburnable.
***** Robb - 1: The Young Wolf *****
A War Not Yet Won
Chapter 3 – Robb -1
The Young Wolf
Moat Cailin – 298 A.C.
The young auburn-haired man was the first to wake. The sun just starting its
ascension into the crisp blue sky. The moon still hovered above them. He laced
up his light boots and stood up. The small direwolves next to him poked their
heads up. Grey Wind and Ghost stood up and walked out of the tent with Robb.
The trio made their way through the camp under the protection of Moat Cailin.
Several guards patrolled the grounds. They bowed to their young lord as he
passed through the remnants of the gate house. The sun hit Robb’s face with a
warmth he wasn’t expecting. He stood soaking it in. His entire body tingled.
Then he heard the wolves get restless.
“Alright, alright. We’ll go.” With that Robb started running south on the
King’s Road. He ran at brisk pace. The breeze blew gently through his now
shorten hair. Mother had wanted him and the others to look presentable for the
King and the Royal Family. He missed his long hair. The girls went wild for his
hair. Running their fingers through it as he drew charcoal sketches of them.
Robb had asked Maester Luwin for a book of drawing. The maester stared at the
young man before him and laughed. He knew what it was for. He returned to his
work and pointed to a book on his shelf. Robb had read the entire book and
practiced every evening. His bed chamber was covered in his sketches. Maester
Luwin even used many of his sketches of the Starks in his family chronicles.
“Robb had never had trouble with girls. He was a young strong and handsome man.
Son and heir of a High Lord. Most girls thought that he was charming. However,
he has never found a girl he could see himself with. They have all been fun to
fool around with, but he couldn’t go all the way with any of them. That had
taken a considerable amount of restraint. Just thinking about it Robb got hard.
He picked up his pace to get his mind off of the girls.
Today would be a great for riding. They should make it to the edge of the
Riverlands by the day. They would be further if they weren’t traveling with the
Royal Family. Queen Cersei had to travel at a steady speed otherwise the
carriage house was too bumpy. Arya remarked that the wine couldn’t stay in the
Queen’s cup. Robb enjoyed that one and almost fell from his horse. Sansa on the
other hand didn’t care for their younger sister’s humor. That’s what they
needed now more than ever, however. There was nothing they could do for Bran
now. He had Maester Luwin and Mother to take care of him. Father had wanted
Robb to stay. However, King Robert was adamant that all the first born should
be present and the 2nd Assembly of the Lords.
“We are going to unity the Seven Kingdoms once and for all, Ned!” the King
slurred over his enormous goblet. The wine sloshed out a little as he spoke. He
sat next to the newly appointed Hand of the King.
“A marriage can still be arranged without both parties being present.” Ned
spoke softly to counteract his robust friend’s volume.
“Bah. That’s the old way. The new way, this King’s way, will be in person. With
everyone whispering behind each other’s back, I need a way to unite us all. I
know what they are saying about me.” Robert took another gulp of his wine.
“They say I can’t keep the kingdom together. They say they backed the wrong
side. I’ll show them. We’ll all be married across the map. If they go after
another house, they’ll be attacking their brothers or cousins. Blood will keep
us united. Or I’ll spill every last drop from their body.” Robb knew the King
meant it. Robert had looked directly into Ned’s eyes for that last part. His
voice low and slow. Ned had a hard time taking breaking the news to Catelyn.
She didn’t want her children in King’s Landing. Catelyn didn’t want any Stark
to go to King’s Landing.
Now Robb ran down the King’s Road with his two direwolves at his side. Though
still young, the creatures had grown quite large since they were found. He
couldn’t wait to see the faces of the people as they walked down the streets of
King’s Landing. His father had said it was a city filled with lions. Most of
the guards were Lannisters or their bannermen. Now the city would be overrun
with four real direwolves. Despite that, and the protection from their house
guard, Robb was still nervous about coming south. Everyone said that ‘Stark
don’t do well in the south.’ But even that was a secondary concern most days.
It was the fact that this 2nd Assembly of the Lords was to discuss marriage
proposals. It scared him a little to think that it was time for him to truly
become a man with a wife and to have children. He was done being treated as a
boy but wasn’t sure if he was ready for the consequences of manhood. Not to
mention who his future wife might be. Theon joked that Robb would have to marry
his ugly tomboy sister Asha. That made Robb think about what could happen to
him. What if he was stuck with a wife that he couldn’t come to love? His
parents had been lucky to come to love each other. Doesn’t mean it happens all
the time.
By this time Robb was thick into the marshes. He was going to turn around less
he wants to become a feast for the bugs. They were gigantic in the marshes of
the Neck. The butcher boy Arya hangs out with said he saw some the size of
falcons. Robb didn’t care what size it was, but didn’t feel like itching the
rest of the trip. He then saw the Baratheon/Lannister Camp. Cersei had been
unyielding about going further down the road. She had refused to stay anywhere
near Moat Cailin. Not that Robb minded. It was less time around Sansa’s
precious prince, Joffrey. A right prick that kids was. Robb had no tolerance
for him anymore. Their time in Winterfell had been enough for Robb. Robb
guessed he had gone two miles by then and thought that was a good turning point
for him. No need to get closer to the Lannisters. Well, maybe the Imp was
alright but he was on his way to the Wall with his Uncle Benjen. Robb slowed
down to call his wolves to him. Then came crashing through the marshes, both
carrying their breakfasts of rabbits. The young loud turned to continue on his
run when he came face to face with a beautiful blonde woman emerging from the
camp’s perimeter. Robb knelt immediately.
“Your Grace.” The heir to Winterfell looked down at Cersei Lannister’s golden
slippers.
“Rise child,” she said in a reassuring voice. Robb hadn’t spoken to the Queen
directly during their stay in the North. He kept his distance from most of the
Royal entourage. “You’re Robb Stark, are you not?”
“I am, your Grace.” Even with the direwolves at his sides, Robb still felt like
a small boy compared to Cersei. It didn’t help her twin was the Kingslayer and
would kill anyone that spoke ill of his sister.
“Such a respectful and strapping young lad. Would you and your beast do the
honor of escorting me on my morning walk?” Her emerald eyes looked deeply into
Robb. He held back a shiver that ran down his spine.
“Of course. It would be my honor.” A lie Robb thought. There goes his run. The
duo began a gentle stroll back towards Moat Cailin. Robb wiped the sweat from
his face with the bottom of his shirt. Not very elegant but neither was the
glance Cersei had for his abs. He tucked the shirt into his pants. “My
apologies for my appearance, your Grace. You seem to have caught me during my
morning run.”
“Nothing that I haven’t seen or smelt before. No need to apologize.” She walked
with her arms folded and hands tucked away in the sleeves across her body. “Are
you excited to see the capital for the first time?”
“Not really, your Grace.” Robb spoke truthfully. He wasn’t at all interested in
seeing King’s Landing. He would much rather visit the Vale or Dorne or the
Reach.
“I cannot fault you there. I was terrified the first time I visited. Back when
my father was Hand to the Mad King.” Robb listened intently. His father said
that the people of the South always left messages in their talks. Clues to what
they are planning. Whether they knew it or not. That’s why Northman also spoke
so little. Can’t give away your secrets. “I was to be betrothed to Rhaegar. But
Aerys chose that poor Dornish girl.”
“Ellaria.” Robb answered.
“That’s right. You know your history. Well anyway I guess I was lucking Aerys
didn’t pick me. But I ended off being married to the King in the end. It all
works out.”
“That it does.”
“This Assembly of the Lords will bring the kingdoms closer together. There is
nothing to worry about young pup. It’s the price we pay for our positions. We
are married off to the highest bidder like a steer in the market place. Who do
you hope on marrying?”
“I…” Robb hesitated for a moment. He didn’t want to give anyway his father’s
plans and he really hadn’t thought about it too closely himself.
“There is nothing to fret about. This will be our little secret.”
“I will marry whomever my father deems a worthy match.”
“You truly are a clever one. You know, my daughter Myrcella is only 7 years
your junior. It would be a fine match indeed. Especially if your sister Sansa
were to marry Joffrey. Our bond will keep the kingdom together.”
“I will discuss it with my father.” Robb was trying to keep tight lips as much
as possible.
“I pray you do.” Cersei kept her eyes forward, but Robb knew she was keeping
track of him the entire time. She a predator stalking its prey. The lioness
forgot that wolves always travel in packs. “You’re going to find the capital
quite confining to your home. It’s a large city but the streets are filled with
peasants and the merchants. We often stay to the Red Keep. Too dangerous to go
out often.”
“Sounds rather dull.”
“It is really. The seeing the same walls day after day. I encourage you to see
everything you can during your visit. The Red Keep will always be there, but
the city is always changing. Enjoy it while you can.”
“I will, your Grace.” They continued their walk in silence for a while. The
direwolves close behind. “Will you be attending the Assembly?”
“Only as a spectator of the Coupling. My father, Tywin, will be sitting for our
house. No doubt trying to marry off by brothers.” Robb thought how the lords
will fight to marry their daughters off to Jaime. Not so much for Tyrion.
Tyrion was also no heir. Jaime was heir to Casterly Rock and to be the Lord of
the Westerlands and Warden of the West. Not to mention, he was a handsome man.
Even Robb could admit he wasn’t bad to look at. “I have been working tirelessly
on the festivities for the Coupling. King Robert wishes it to be the largest
the realm has ever seen.”
“I am sure with you at the helm, the festivities will be a success.” Robb was
starting to get bored of the conversation. He wished to return to his tent and
prepare for the days ride.
“I hope you are correct. And you’ll be married off to some lucky young girl.
You’ll return to the North?”
“I plan on ruling in my father’s absence as he serves as Hand of the King.”
Robb felt that was a given and felt no guilt of telling her that much of the
Stark plan.
“Such a shame. If you would be betrothed to my daughter, I would hope the two
of you would stay until she reached the proper age and be married in the Sept
of Baelor.” Robb was relieved to see the top of Moat Cailin over the top of the
hill they had been climbing.
“Unfortunately, I worship the Old Gods as my father does. The Sept would be no
place for me to marry. And only time will tell who I am to wed.”
“Enough of the pretenses.” The Queen had stopped to look at Robb intensely.
“You’re going to King’s Landing. It is a pit of vile backstabbers and whores.
It is a game you won’t be able to keep up with young one. We move quicker and
always thinking of the next step. Tell me who the honorable Eddard plans on
marry you off to.”
“No.” Robb stood firmly. It would not backdown. She may be right, but he
refused to play her game.
“I don’t think you understand, Robb.” She closed the space between them. Robb
felt in danger for the first time in his life. “Tell your father, that you
believe Myrcella will be a worthy match and you can have anything your heart
desires.” Her left hand had met his jaw in a gentle caress while the right drew
him closer to her. Robb could feel something arousing but his fear was
stronger.
“Your Grace.” Robb tilted his head back away from her. The wolves let out a low
grow. Cersei quickly unhand the young Stark. Robb had wanted the direwolves to
position themselves to attack and they had. He thought how perfect it was that
they always knew what was expected of them. Cersei straighten herself out.
“I think I should be going. We have a long ride ahead of us. Good day, Young
Wolf.” Before Robb could reply the Queen had swiftly made her way down the
road. Robb watched until she was out of sight behind the trees before
continuing on back to camp.
When he reached his tent, he found Sansa waiting for him. She sat on his cot
looking frustrated beyond belief. He wondered what mischief their little sister
had gotten into this time. Lady sat stoically next to her. When the other
wolves entered, his sister’s pet didn’t even stir. Lady was the best behaved
out of all of them. Before he could ask, Sansa’s nose crinkled at her brother.
“You smell awful. What were you doing? Wrestling with Grey Wind and Ghost?”
Sansa went to the entrance to get fresh air. But Robb grabbed her into an
embrace.
“Don’t you like it? I call it ‘Smell of the Wild.’” He rubbed his head against
hers.
“Stop!”
“I’m thinking of bottling it and selling it to knights.”
“Get off of me, you pig!”
“Women will swoon over them for smelling so manly.”
“I am riding with the Queen today. Let me go!” Robb released her. She gave his
chest a good whack.
“The Queen has already smelt this today. I had the pleasure of being her escort
on her morning walk.” Robb took off his boots and socks which were drenched in
sweat.
“That’s disgusting, Robb. She is our Queen. You can’t be in her presence
smel-.” Robb threw a sock at Sansa to quiet her. Sansa ducked it with ease.
“She approached me on my run, and I apologized for my appearance.”
“Did she accept? Was she offended? She could be my future mother-in-law. I need
everything to go well.”
“Sansa relaxed.” Robb removed his shirt and began to clean off the stench of
his run with a wet wash cloth. It was especially bad today. The humidity was no
help. The mornings in Winterfell were usually crisp compared to the Neck. “She
is very intent on you marrying that prick.”
“Robb!”
“Sorry. Prince Prick.”
“He will be our king someday. And my husband.”
“He’s still a prick.”
“Robb!”
“Fine, I’ll refrain from calling him a prick.”
“Thank you.”
“At least to your face.”
“You need to hurry. Father says the King wants to make it to the Twins by
nightfall.” Sansa began to pick out her brother’s outfit for the day.
“We will be lucky to make it out of the North at this pace.” Robb pour some
water over his hair and began to wring it out.
“Father says the King is adamant about this. Robert told him he would leave the
Royal carriage behind to the mountain clans if they don’t keep pace.”
“Sounds like a perfect plan.” Robb came to a halt with his cleansing. He could
go no further with his sister present.
“But I’ll be with them. You don’t really believe Father would let the King
leave us behind, would you? You won’t leave me behind for the mountain clans?”
Robb let out a laugh. His sister’s brow furrowed. “It’s not funny.”
“The mountain clans are a league away. Not to mention they never come into the
Riverlands.”
“But- “
“There is nothing to fuss about. We have the largest gathering of knights,
guards, and warriors outside a tourney. We are safe. And I will never leave you
behind. I promise you that.” He gave the top of her head a peck. “Now get out
so I can get ready.”
Sansa scurried from his tent with Lady trailing behind her. Robb went on with
bathing himself. She wasn’t kidding about how quickly they were to be ready.
Before he knew it, they were off.
Robb rode with his father near the front of the train. Ned had wanted to
discuss potential pairings for the Coupling. Robb found it hard to read while
on horseback. Maester Luwin had put together a list of all the great houses’
potential match for each of the Stark children. Ned had requested that all of
them be written down no matter the history or reputation of the house.
“House Greyjoy. Asha Greyjoy. Age 22.” Robb read to his father from the list.
“Balon will never agree to any terms with us. We will only consider if he is
the first to speak of a match.
“House Tyrell. Margaery Tyrell. Age 15.”
“That could be a strong relationship. I hear Margaery is known for her
charitable acts throughout the Reach. And that she is an exceptional beauty.”
Robb was delighted to hear that.
“House Martell. Arianne Martel. Age 22. Heir to Dorne.”
“A match that could never be then. She is known to be a spirited young woman of
the sun. The North would be no home for her. Continue.”
“House Baratheon of King’s Landing. Myrcella Baratheon. Age 8.”
“She seems to be a delightful young girl. She seems to be smitten with you.
Your thoughts?” Robb had thought about this all morning. It was true the girl
was quite taken with him. He would find her staring at him often during their
time in Winterfell and on the road. She was a cute little girl that could
potentially grow into a beauty like her mother. However, Robb could only think
of this morning. The Queen was a schemer.
“No.” This caused the Lord of Winterfell to pause. His son had never been
defiant before.
“And why not?”
“The Queen told me she wants this match. She was unyielding on the matter.
Cersei has a plan, and I wish to have no part in it.”
“Well spoken. However, we must play along for now. Continue.”
“House Baratheon of Stormlands. Shireen Baratheon. Age 9. Heir to Storm’s End.”
“Poor child. Disfigured by greyscale. Lord Stannis will have a most difficult
time marrying her. A shame really. By all accounts she is a lovely young lady.”
“House Lannister. J- “
“I believe there is little there to contemplate. Most are married off or too
young to consider for you. You’ll need to start producing children earlier than
they can offer.”
“That leaves us with House Targaryen.” Robb paused. The Targaryen’s had always
been a sore subject with his father. He needed to tread lightly. The thought of
his Aunt Lyanna often made Eddard Stark even more solemn than he often was.
When the lord did not speak, he took it as a sign of acceptance to continue.
“Daenerys Targaryen. Age 15.”
The Warden of the North did not speak for some time. They rode on in stillness.
Robb was nervous he had gone on too far. He should never have read that name.
He didn’t mean to upset his father. Lyanna was the only thing his father was
never open about with Robb. They had a bond that let them share everything with
each other. Robb found it easy to talk to his father about girls, his siblings,
training, and the future. Ned had always been there for his son with sage
advice. But the young lordling had known that Lyanna was the one subject they
couldn’t discuss.
“Little is known about the Targaryen girl. Her brother keeps her locked away on
Dragonstone. I’ll be surprise to see her in attendance.” Robb was calmed by the
resuming of the conversation.
“Will it be a potential match?”
“Possibly.”
“Will my cousin be there?” Robb had never met his cousin Aegon Targaryen. He
has only heard stories of him. The people say he was the least looking
Targaryen they had ever seen.
“I suppose he will be.”
“I’m sorry to bring it up, Father. But we are all curious. We don’t mean to
open old wounds.”
“I know, Robb. It has taken a lot of time to forgive those for what they
thought was right. It took every bit of strength not to harm Rhaegar Targaryen
for taking my sister away from me. Not to end the entire Targaryen line. But
when I saw what the Lannister’s bannermen did to his oldest son and daughter, I
knew that nothing could be that horrible as to commit those slaughters.” Lord
Stark looked defeated and on the verge of crying. Something Robb had never seen
before. “What is done is in the past. We must think of the future. If a
marriage to the Targaryen’s will help close those wounds, so be it.”
Robb smiled at his father and the older man smiled back at him. He pulled horse
closer to his son and placed a firm hand on his shoulder. The two knew silently
that the rest of the list could wait. They enjoyed the ride and the new sights.
Ned regaled his son with stories of his youth. Robb learned more that day about
his family than he had ever learned from his lessons. Their laughter drew more
into the fold. Arya first, then King Robert himself. The King nearly tumbled
from his horse when Ned told the story of a young Robert taking a shit through
the Moon Door. He would have gotten away with it had it not been for Yohn
Royce. The two of them had been sent down to the place where the unfortunate
land after their trip through the Moon Door to clean up the mess. Soon a large
number of the travelers had gathered around Ned and Robert to hear the tales of
their adventures. Robb wished this moment could last longer but knew it
wouldn’t.
The rest of the journey went smoothly. The Royal expedition made their way to
the capitol in record time according to those who had done the long trip
before. While Sansa was overwhelmed by the city, Robb and Arya were less
impressed. Robb noticed the reek that filled the air. It seemed to surround the
entire city. The group made their way to the Dragon Gate to enter the city
walls. The crowd to meet them was enormous. The yellow banners of House
Baratheon, with their crowned stags, waved brilliantly in the air.
 
As the Stark children passed through the gate there was a hush among the
peasants. Robb knew the direwolves terrified them. Without hesitation, he
leaped down from his horse. He called to Grey Wind and Ghost both as Sansa and
Arya dismounted as well. The residents of the capitol gathered around to see
what the children from the North planned to do. Robb held out a hand for a
small girl to grab. She was hesitant and the crowd was no help with cries of
‘Don’t!’ and ‘Run!’ The girl grabbed the Young Wolf’s hand and he walked her to
meet the two direwolves. The large beasts smelt the hand their owner offered to
them. They realized there was no threat and began to lick the little girl’s
fingers. The crowd cheered. Each stepped in line to meet the Direwolves of
Winterfell. Nymeria enjoyed the attention and waged her tail the entire time.
Ned looked down fondly on his children as they won over the hearts of the
citizens. Robb starred back thinking that there might not be a reason to worry
after all.
***** Varys - 1: The Web Spinner *****
A War Not Yet Won
Chapter 4 – Varys 1
The Web Spinner
King’s Landing 298 A.C.
Varys stood on the wooden plank dock to greet the Targaryen family. The sounds
and sight of the waves hitting the rocks kept the spymaster’s attention. The
brackish water littered with trash from the city smacked lazily against the
slimy stones. Varys was mesmerized by it. It was keeping him preoccupied while
he waited. A raven had arrived that morning announcing the King’s honored guest
with their approximate arrival time. Robert had specifically chosen him for
this task. Not that he minded. Rhaegar Targaryen had always been one of his
favorite people he had met since coming to Westeros. There had not been many.
All of the people on this continent he did like didn’t live in the city
currently. But change was coming and he was going to make sure of that. He was
tired of the current state of affairs. King Robert was not the easiest person
to work for, but he was far from King Aerys.
The plump man thought at times that he was half mad for even agreeing to work
for the Mad King. Even madder for staying to work for King Robert. People often
thought of Aerys as paranoid. What most didn’t realize is that those in power
need to be suspicious. Those that weren’t, were fools bound to enter their
graves earlier than most. Varys believed that Robert fell into both of these
categories. The King had very little interest in ruling. He cared only for the
status given with the title. It meant he could fuck his way through the Seven
Kingdoms and drink himself to said early grave.
That’s why Varys put his plan into motion. Many would think that the
Targaryen’s were insane and couldn’t be trust. Many would think that the throne
should rightfully be theirs. Varys thought that the coming years would not be
pretty. He knew his plan would mean the deaths of hundred. However, the
alternative was millions of dead. Varys had heard whispers from within the Red
Keep. Cersei planned on killing Robert to see her son on the Iron Throne.
Something that could not happen. The boy was a sadist. The second coming of
Aerys the Mad King. The eunuch had seen what the boy was capable of. The
tortured animals he kept hidden in the dungeons where he thought no one could
find. But Varys had seen it all. He always does. The boy was proof that incest
often leads to madness. As if the Targaryen hadn’t proven that enough times.
Varys’s plan would involve placing the Targaryen’s back on the throne. Rhaegar
was the first choice. Beloved by most peasant and fair in his decisions. His
son Aemon might also work well. The Spider met him only a few times. The boy
was everything a father would hope for in a son. Strong, honorable, and
enjoyable to be around. The wild card was Viserys. He was a prick in the
eunuch’s opinion. Well… most people’s opinion. However, he was the one that
Varys needed to implement his plan. He was the only one of their house that
would even listen to such a plan. But he would make a horrible king. Varys
would rather the young girl be queen over her older brother. But he need her to
win the other houses over. Whether it was House Tyrell or Greyjoy or Stark.
Preferably Tyrell or Stark.
“Varys?” a voice called out. The Spider looked up to see his old friend
standing with his family on the dock. The three silver-haired glistened in the
morning sun. All except the northern dragon. His black locks stuck out among
his family. But not nearly as much as Jon Connington’s red flaming hair.
“In the name of King Robert of the House Baratheon, first of his name, I
welcome you to King’s Landing.” Varys moved forward and bowed to Lord Rhaegar.
“It is truly great to see you, old friend.”
“As you, my friend.” Rhaegar stepped to embrace Varys. The eunuch was caught
off guard at first. “It has been too long since we have last talked.”
“That it has. We must make time to catch up during your stay here in the
capitol. Lord Aegon and Lord Viserys, it is a pleasure as always.” The young
man nodded in his head in respect. Viserys only starred at the spymaster
apathetically. Varys paid no mind to him. He moved his attention to the new
Targaryen. The one that most people could only whisper about. Daenerys stood
timidly taking in everything around them. She watched everyone with a
captivation that was reserved for only the most trained of eyes. He knew she
would remember every detail about this moment years down the line. “And to you
Lady Daenerys, welcome to King’s Landing. The city is made ever brighter by
your presence.”
“Thank you, Varys,” Daenerys said reluctantly. She knew that was one of his
lines he recited for the noble born ladies. She could read Varys like a book.
He would
have to watch out for this one.
“You must be tired from your voyage. Let me show you to your chambers.” The
eunuch turned and lead the visitors up to the Red Keep. “All eight of the high
noble families will be staying in the Red Keep.”
“Don’t you mean nine?” Viserys asked degradingly.
“No, my lord. Eight. Lysa Arryn has decided to mourn the loss of her husband,
Jon, in private back in the Vale. She had sent Yohn Royce to sit in her place.
He has chosen to stay in an inn close by.”
“How many have arrived so far?” Rhaegar walked to the left of Varys as they
made their way up a long stone staircase.
“Lord Royce arrived three nights ago. Your former brother by marriage, Prince
Oberyn Martell, in for his brother with his niece and nephews, two days ago.
Tyrell’s arrived early this morning. As did Lord Stannis. The Greyjoys, Tullys,
and Lannisters should arrive by tomorrow. King Robert and the Starks entered
the city yesterday.”
“What is the schedule of the events looking to be?” young Aegon called from the
back.
“Tomorrow at noon will be the Presenting of the Lords. Following, will be the
Feast of Welcomes and at dusk, the Dance of Peace will-“
“Who named such idiotic events?” Viserys cut in.
“Her Grace, Queen Cersei,” The eunuch replied. Viserys’ lips tightened.
“I suggest you keep your comments against the Royal Family to yourself,
brother.” Rhaegar spoke slowly. “We are now the outsiders here.” Viserys nodded
his head in understanding.
“Lord Rhaegar, I must also inform you that the Hand of the King has asked for
your presence once you have settled in,” Varys had inserted to relieve the
tension. “He wishes to speak to you in the Tower of the Hand.”
“I hear my Uncle Eddard is now the Hand of the King.” Aegon looked at the
spymaster for confirmation.
“That he is Lord Aegon. He will be wanting to speak with you as well.” The
Spider smiled to make the idea less frightening for the boy. Varys knew there
was no reason to fear Ned Stark. He was too honorable to even think about
harming his nephew. “Your cousins are very anxious to meet you as well. The
three eldest Stark children made the journey with their father.”
“We had word reach us the day before we set sail of Bran’s fall. Maesters
Cressen and Pylos are searching through ever book on Dragonstone in order to
help the child.” Lord Rhaegar clapped a hand on his son’s shoulder to comfort
him. Varys found this strange considering most whispers spoke of a distant
relationship between the two. Perhaps sixteen years was enough for the silver-
haired lord to mourn.
“Most kind of your Maesters.” With that they had come to the River Gate. The
eunuch turned to Daenerys, who was awestruck by the crowd of Fishmonger’s
Square. “Stay close my dear.” He offered a hand to the young lady. She took it
hesitantly. Varys led them through the crowd. Many stopped to stare at the
former royals. Griff had his hand on the hilt of his sword. But it was not
need. Many people bowed their heads to the Targaryens. Some even shout to
Rhaegar.
“Welcome home, my Prince!”
“Move outta the way. The Princes ‘n’ Princess are comin’ through.” The crowd
began to part for the visitors.
“You have been sorely missed, Lord Rhaegar.” Varys could see the shock on his
friend’s face. The eunuch had led them to a fancy cart attached to several
horses. The Targaryen’s looked baffled at the strange object in front of them.
“We are calling it an open carriage. It is a design of Lord Tyrion Lannister’s
creation. He thought of it for himself to make riding more enjoyable for
himself and his…acquaintances. The Queen loved the idea. She had one made for
King Robert. Afraid he was getting too large to be seated on a horse safely.”
Varys step forward and opened a small, half door. Griff left his Lord’s side to
examine the interior. He turned and nodded to Rhaegar.
“Who’s first then?” No sooner had the words left Lord Targaryen’s lips before
Daenerys was running forward. Ser Connington had barely enough time to offer a
hand. The girl holster herself up and peered down to her family. Her smile and
wonderment was infectious. The townspeople cheered as she gave a wave. Not even
in the city for an hour and the small folks loved her. Soon the people began to
crowd the far side of the carriage. They offered their hands to the lady. She
shook as many hands as she could.
There was no pushing or pulling. Varys saw how calm they were around her.
Daenerys was giving the Stark children a run for their money on making an
entrance. Soon the entire Targaryen clan was loaded up. Two Lannister guards
jumped up on the back and another pair in the front. A scruffy man climbed
aboard at the front and turned to the passengers. He nodded his head in respect
and smiled. He had several missing teeth which made the girl giggle. The man
grinned with delight then grabbed the reigns. With a snap the carriage lurched
forward and they were one their way to the Red Keep.
Daenerys waved the entire time as they made their way up the street. One
merchant jumped up and handed a flower to her. Then another. Followed by more.
Soon she had a bountiful bouquet of assorted flowers. Aegon took a violet one
and snapped the stem in half.
“Hey!” the young yelled faux-angrily at her nephew. He only held a finger up to
pause her joking tantrum. He leaned forward and stuck the shorten stem behind
her ear. The violet daisy made her eyes more vibrant than they already were.
“If ever there was a sight lovelier, I have yet to lay my eyes on it.” The
eunuch’s words made Daenerys blush. His mind rushed with a thousand new
possibilities on his plan. Varys knew she was the one that could change
everything. It was only a matter of how.
***** Daenerys - 2: The Artist *****
A War Not Yet Won
Chapter 5 – Daenerys - 2
The Artist
King’s Landing – 298 A.C.
A late morning breeze came off the bay filling the air with the salty fish
smell she knew so well. Daenerys stood on the balcony of their chambers soaking
in the sounds of the city below. They had quickly made their way to the Red
Keep where a small meal awaited them. Now, Dany was itching to return to the
town. With Rhaegar talking to Lord Stark, they were free to go out and explore.
Her brother expected to be with the Hand of the King well into the night. As
long as they could sneak past Viserys, Aegon and Dany were in the clear. Her
nephew told her to wait for Viserys to leave after morning meal. He would make
his way over to a brothel close to the Old Gate and would likely be gone until
well after nightfall. However, Viserys had stalled long after their meal was
done.
Aegon and her brother sat in the main room reading. Daenerys could hear Viserys
getting restless. He was holding off as long as he could. She turned to see him
staring back at her, foot hand tapping. Daenerys kept her gaze on him, tempting
the dragon to make his move. He knew better with Aegon here. Their nephew was
stronger and faster. He could take his uncle before he reached Daenerys.
Finally, her brother looked away. He closed his book and stood up.
“I have an engagement I must attend to. I trust I can leave you two alone
unattended.”
“We’ll be fine Viserys.” Aegon smirked at his young aunt. Viserys paid no
bother to them and quickly went to his chambers. He emerged moments later with
his sword at his waist.
“I don’t think I have to remind you to stay in the Red Keep, Daenerys.” Her
brother spoke directly to her.
“Rhaegar made that perfectly clear.” Her fingers twitched on the railing behind
her at the thought of breaking her brother’s orders and exploring the city. She
leaned casually back and looked out at the city. “I can see the city perfectly
from right here.”
“Good. Don’t wait up for me for midday meal. Or supper at that.” With that
Viserys exited. Aegon and Daenerys stood for a moment knowing the older
Targaryen’s tricks.
“Would you like to play a game? The sailor’s taught me a new dice game.”
Daenerys walked in from the balcony and made her way throughout the living
space. It was too colorful for her taste. Flowers, vines, and chubby babes
flying around. She felt like she shouldn’t touch anything. Although the designs
were meant to be happy and welcoming, they made the young woman feel as if
there was a sinister motive lying in wait underneath it all.
“I feel like taking a walk. We could walk along the castle walls.” Aegon and
Daenerys tried not to sound to rehearsed. They had been planning this
conversation for a while now.
“That sounds nice. My legs could use some stretching.” Daenerys could hear her
brother’s footsteps on the other side of the door walking away now. She nodded
to Aegon and the two left the chambers.
They did walk on the wall for a quite some time. The two needed an alibi in
case they were questioned later on. After making a couple of loops, the two
ducked down into the Godswood. It was beautiful here among the trees. The high
sun shone in through the gaps of leaves and branches as the gentle salty sea
breeze rocked them back and forth. One could forget that they were in the
largest city in Westeros walking among the ancient trees. The two Targaryens
walked in silence with Aegon leading the way slightly. The aunt and nephew soon
came upon a large oak tree cover in vines and berries. Daenerys thought the
tree had a face underneath some of the vines but it was hard to make out.
“Wait here. I have to see if the path Ser Davos told me of is clear.” Aegon
made his way into the brush nearby. He turned to look at Daenerys. “I’ll be
back in a moment.”
Daenerys made her to the trunk of the heart tree and laid her cloak down to
rest upon. She looked out at the picturesque view of Blackwater Bay which was
now covered in more white caps. Another storm was said to be approaching from
the south and headed to King’s Landing. She hoped it would hold off until after
the Dance tomorrow, but the Maesters say it is not likely. The young Targaryen
rested against the oak tree, finding it surprisingly comfortable. The warm air
and quiet wood helped her drift into a light sleep. At first, she tried to
resist but found her lids heavy.
She walked among broken towers of black stone on roads made of bright stone but
dulled by layers of ash now hardened. A haze surrounded her and the tall
warrior behind her covered in the blue armor. Behind the giant was an old man
in a white cloak followed by an army of tanned men on horses. Both warriors had
their swords at the ready. Daenerys turned to walk deeper into the ruins of
this marvelous city. They soon came to what must have once been the city’s
center. It was a large circle of the bright brick at least half a mile to the
other end, where once stood a large building. The ground crunched from the ash
beneath her feet. The silver-haired girl looked to the skies to see her three
dragons flying high above her. Before she could call them, a low rumble from a
mountain caused them to scatter. Daenerys looked to what remained of the now
low stone mountains. One smoked violently. The horses of the tanned men
whinnied and fought against their reins.
“My Queen, we must go!” called the blue armored warrior. There was something
different about his voice. But Daenerys had no time to think as the mountain
exploded throwing flames into the sky. The sound deafened her. It was like
nothing she had ever heard before. Soon the other mountain erupted with the
force that could only have been the Doom of Valyria. The liquid fire engulfed
everything. Her army screamed in agony as they burned. The blue and white
warriors called for their liege to retreat. Daenerys turned and walked slowly
into the fountain of lava now oozing from the stone center. Her clothes burned
to ash quickly but Dany felt nothing but a low heat. She let herself be
immersed in the flames. The warmth was becoming stronger. Daenerys Targaryen
let out a call in High Valyrian and the fire stopped. The mountains ceased to
erupt and the lava before her turned to black stone. Her dragons called to her.
The young girl placed her hands down to the ground. The fresh stone around her
melted into a liquid. It moved to the ruined towers that had begun to rebuild
themselves. The city began to awaken again with life.
She awoke to a shadowy figure standing in front of her. At first glance, she
thought it to be her nephew returned to retrieve her. However, once the form
stepped back she noticed the short red-brown hair.
“You!” Daenerys let out a cry of excitement. It was the auburn hair she had
seen in her dragon dreams. She shot up and nearly fell over in her frenzy.
“Do you know me?” the young man asked catching Daenerys.
“Yes. And no.” Daenerys turned to see the young man’s face. He was very
handsome despite the confused look on his scruffy face. He had soft blue eyes
and she felt she could stare into them all day. He looked down at her as she
examined his stocky frame. He was very muscular underneath the light white
cotton shirt he wore. She could make out every muscle. His chest was quite wide
and toned. She had only seen a few men like him before. Everyone in her family
was lean.
“I think that is a bit of a contradiction there.” He smiled at her. His smile
was mild and shy as if he was taught to keep it that way. Dany loved it
already.
“It is hard to explain.” She felt herself blush. How do you explain to a boy
you just met that you have dreams of that which is to come to fruition? Just as
she was about to speak she felt the soft fur brush against her legs. She looked
down to see two large wolves at both of her sides. She let out a yelp and flew
back against the tree. The direwolves retreated behind the young man.
“No, no, no, no, no. There’s nothing to worry about. I promise.” He knelt down
and the wolves moved to stand next to him. The grey one nuzzled its mouth
against the young man’s neck. It must have tickled cause he let out a laugh.
“Down boy.”
“Are they your pets?” Dany kept herself plastered to the tree.
“Yes. This is Grey Wind and Ghost.” He motioned to the grey one then to the
white. He held out a hand. “Here, they won’t hurt you.” Daenerys step forward
slowly and put her petite hand into the callused palm. The large hand guided
hers down the direwolves level. The both of them sniffed at her knuckles which
then turned into licking. Daenerys let out a laugh. The two beasts began to rub
the sides against the young lady. She scratched both of them behind the ears.
“They’re beautiful.” Grey Wind began to lick Dany’s face.
“Grey Wind, down.” The wolf sat at the command as did his brother. “Sorry about
them. They love meeting new people.”
“It’s fine. They’re sweet.” Grey Wind whimpered at her. Daenerys stroked the
soft fur of the beast’s neck. She looked back up to Robb you towered over her.
“I am Daenerys Targaryen of Dragonstone.”
“I know.” The words came out curtly. “Sorry, I mean that I had figured since
not many families have silver-hair and you being the only female Targaryen.”
“Do you always ramble so much?” She smiled at him.
“Never.” He smiled back at her.
“And does the gentleman have a name? Or should I just call you the Wolf
Whisper?”
“Robb Stark of Winterfell.” He laughed a little. “I was just going down to the
bay to sketch and have a picnic. Would you care to join me?”
“I can’t, I’m waiting for my nephew. He’s taking me to explore the city.”
Daenerys turned to sit back down.
“Aegon? He’s with my father. Several guards brought him in from outside of the
Red Keep’s walls.”
“Is he in trouble?”
“No. My father wanted to meet with him. I had just left the Tower of the Hand
when they were escorting him up to see him.”
“Well, I guess that frees up my day. I think I will join you.” Daenerys had not
a single clue what she was doing with this strange man. She had never been
alone before with a man not related to her or working for Rhaegar. But she
wanted to have this man all to herself. She could feel the lust for him
growing. Robb offered his arm and she gladly took it. They walked the short way
down a ridge to a stone cliff. The sun shone brightly on the water. She must
have slept for some time as the sun was slightly behind them now. The young
lord laid out a large wool blanket.
“I apologize for the rough material. Us northerners compromise warmth for
comfort.” He offered his hand to help her sit. As soon as Dany was seated,
Ghost and Grey Wind cuddled up next to her.
“I think the cozy fur more than makes up for it.” She placed her hands on the
wolves’ heads. Robb placed down one large bag and another small bag. The large
one contained a plethora of food. Fruits, meats, cheeses, and breads. He laid
out the food neatly within reach of both of them. “That’s quite a lot of food
for one person.”
“I often eat a fair amount.” Daenerys would guess he does. He must train daily
for a physique like that. He must need a lot of energy. Robb began to unpack
the small satchel. He removed a large booklet of paper and some charcoal
sticks.
“You’re an artist?” Daenerys looked at him intrigued that a warrior type could
have a gentle side to him.
“I am. I learned to impress the girls.” Robb’s cheeks reddened at the fact of
spilling this secret. “I mostly do charcoal sketches of people and the
landscape around Winterfell.”
“May I see some?” She wondered if they were any good, thinking he would have
hardly any time to truly devote to the skill. He retrieved another booklet from
satchel. He handed it over to the pale young girl. She opened to the first page
to see a picture she couldn’t make out. Dany quickly realized it was a
landscape. With the turning of the booklet, the page revealed a detailed
drawing of a large castle. It was stunning to look at. “Is this Winterfell?”
“Yes,” Robb answered.
“It’s marvelous.” Daenerys didn’t think they could get better but as she turned
the page she found that to be untrue. The next page was a portrait of an older
woman staring pensively out a window.
“My mother, Catelyn.”
“She’s beautiful.” The next page was of a younger girl and much younger boy
sticking their tongues out at the viewer.
“That’s Arya and Rickon.” Dany smiled at how happy the pair looked. The
following was a boy who must have been between the last two riding a horse. He
looked ecstatic with his hands raised high in the air. “Bran.”
“He’s the one that is injured?”
“Yes. Always climbing the walls and towers. He fell, right before we left.”
“I’m sorry to hear that. I hope he makes a strong recover.”
“As do I.” Dany could see the hurt in his face and decided to move on. The next
few sketches where more landscapes. Gorgeously detailed fields and woods. Deer
and the direwolves. Even the Godswood of Winterfell. Then there was one of a
man sharpening a large sword in the Godswood. His reflection cast into a small
pond by the heart tree. “My father, Lord Eddard.”
“You are deeply talented.” Daenerys turned to reveal more sketches of various
people and places of Winterfell. The last one was of an old woman and a giant.
“Thank you.” Robb popped a grape into his mouth and returned to his work. He
had been silently drawing as the young woman admired his work. Daenerys handed
back the booklet and resumed petting the wolves’ heads on her laps. “What is
Dragonstone like?”
“Stoic,” Daenerys answered after a quick thought.
“How so?”
“It’s as if the castle could care less whether it was occupied or not. It knows
that it stood long before us and will stand long after we are gone.” Daenerys
looked out among the waves. “It can be a harsh place if you let it be. For me,
it is my home. You’ll have to come visit it.”
“I would love that.” Robb glanced at Daenerys only for a moment before
returning to his work. The wind blew lightly. “You’re always welcomed to
Winterfell.”
“What is it like up there in the North?” Dany shifted and laid her head upon
Grey Wind. “My brother, Viserys, claims it’s nothing but savages that belong
north of the Wall.”
“He’s not wrong.” The Northern lord smiled at her from over his booklet. “We
are a fierce angry people. Bitter like our winters.”
“Should I be frightened? Help me, I’m a poor damsel left alone with a brutish
Northman and his direwolves.” Daenerys threw hand to her forehead feigning a
faint.
“Brutish? You wound my heart, dear lady.” Robb clasped his chest.
“I apologize, my lord. For I did not know Northmen had hearts.” Robb gasped at
the silver-haired beauty. She reached over Grey Wind to grab a grape. Dany
quickly threw one at the young man. The green grape plopped right into his
mouth.
“Apologize…,” Robb chewed the rather large grape, “accepted.” Daenerys was
surprised at how easy it was to talk to him. She felt as if they had known each
other for a very long time. “To answer your question, Winterfell is lovely. The
air is always crisp and fresh in the mornings. The people are friendly but
never pushy. We all just work hard to make a go at things. The night can get
mighty cold, but the hot springs keep our chambers from freezing.”
“Winters must be terrifying.” Dany shivered at the thought.
“I’ve only seen two short winters when I was much younger. I remember a strong
snow fallen. My father took me sledding down a hill outside of the castle. I
could have stayed out all day, but my mother wouldn’t hear of it. She forced us
to come in by the fire.” Robb resumed his drawing.
“What is your mother like?” Dany wonder what it would be like to have one. She
never knew either of her parents. The stories of her father were well known.
Her mother was not often talked about.
“She is a loving woman, devoted to her children. Sometimes she worries too
much. She means well though. My mother is bound to my father. Their love is
true. I hope to have a love like theirs.”
“I never knew my mother,” Daenerys admitted. “She died bringing me into this
world.”
“I’m sure she would have like the person you have become.” Robb smiled at Dany.
“Are you so sure of the person I am?” The young Targaryen returned the grin.
“We have only just met.”
“I have a good read on people. You’re a compassionate person. You honestly care
what people have to say.” The young Stark starred into her violet eyes. “You’re
a protector. Loyal to the very end.”
“I’ve never protected anyone before.” Dany felt she could barely protect
herself.
“We’re still young.” Robb resumed his work. They sat chatting about little
things about each other. Their love of dancing and music, their family member’s
goofy traits, and of course food.
“You have to try Pentoshi stew. The get spices all the way from a city from
Qarth. Absolutely delicious.” Dany took a bite of her bread slice.
“Maybe we can venture out into the city to find some.” Robb hinted slyly. “If
you want to.”
“I would enjoy that.” Daenerys gazed the handsome lad. She had a date, with a
high-born lord.
“Perhaps the day after tomorrow. After the Assembly of Lords.” The sun began
its descent below the trees and palace’s walls. In the distance the bells of
the Sept of Baelor rang out signaling 6 after noon. “I guess we should be
returning to the keep. They’ll send a search party out for us.”
“I never got to see what you were working on.” Daenerys had a feeling she knew
what his subject was. She had to confirm it though. The young lord paused for a
moment. He decided she would not let it go. He turned the booklet to show a
picture of Dany with the direwolves. The young woman stared at the drawing in
awe.
“It’s not done yet, I still need to…”
“It’s beautiful.”
“Not as beautiful as you. Nothing could capture your radiance.” At first Dany
thought this must be a line. But when she looked into his face, nothing could
be further from the truth. He wears his heart on his sleeve. “You can keep it
if you like.”
“Thank you. I’ll keep it with me, always.” He handed the page over to Dany.
“Could you sign it for me? I hear all the great artist sign their works.”
“Of course.” Robb scribed his initials quickly in the corner.
“I hope to continue our talk another time.”
“As do I.” The two made their way back to the Red Keep by way of the heart tree
to retrieve Dany’s cloak. “Dany?”
“Yes?” Dany had just turned from picking up her cloak when she turned to be met
by Robb close to her. He hesitated.
“I…I…Would you meet me here tomorrow night? After the dance that is.”
“Of course.” She looked down to see his hands trembling. Daenerys took a breath
and then grabbed his face. She pulled him down into a kiss. Their lips came
together with force. The young woman realized this was her first kiss. She
relaxing into as Robb returned the kiss. Dany let her mouth open slightly,
taking in the tip of the man’s tongue. She enjoyed this feeling so much, she
didn’t want this to end. Robb was the one to break away.
“I’ve been waiting to do that since I laid eyes on you.” Robb’s face was red.
“I’ve been waiting to do that since I first dreamt of you.” Dany’s face was
sure to be redder.
“You never did explain that to me.” Robb eyed her quizzically.
“Perhaps another day.” Daenerys laced their fingers together and pulled him to
the entrance. The two direwolves followed closely behind.
They parted ways in the main courtyard. Him to the Tower of the Hand and her to
the Maidenvault. Daenerys made her way quickly to the Targaryen Chambers. She
couldn’t wait to tell Aegon what had happened. However, the only person there
was Viserys. He sat facing the door. Dany closed the hall door behind her and
made to her chambers.
“I know where you have been sister.” Daenerys ignored her brother and continued
to walk. Viserys jumped up and ran to cut her off. His long strides made it to
her in no time at all. He latched onto her wrist like a viper. “Does our
brother know you have been off seducing that northern slob?”
“Unhand me!” Dany spun around to strike him across the face. Viserys stumbled
back more from shock than force.
“You bitch!” Viserys’ face was bruising quickly. “You have woken the dragon,
little sis-,” Dany lashed out again before he could finish.
“No, it is you has awoken the dragon, big brother.” Viserys stood completely
frozen in shock at the defiance. “If you ever lay a hand on me again, it will
be the last time you have hands.”
“You cannot talk to me in that manner! I am the blood of the-,”
“That is enough!” Rhaegar’s voice boomed throughout the chamber.
“Brother,” Viserys whimpered, “when did you arrive?”
“Pack your bags. You are returning to Dragonstone.”
“But you are to find me a wife.”
“No, I am to find a wife for my son and heir and a husband for our sister.”
Rhaegar crossed to their brother quickly. It was like a predator going in for
the kill. “You can find your own way going forward. I wish for you to be gone
from Dragonstone upon our return. You have until then to gather your stuff. I
have been blind to your actions long enough. Griff, see that my brother makes
it to the docks. Aegon send a raven home to let them know the he can only take
that which is his.” Griff escorted Viserys to his bed chambers as Rhaegar
crossed to his sister.
“Don’t! I don’t need you defending me!” Dany lashed out.
“I am your brother. It is my duty to protect- “
“It’s a little late for that.” Daenerys turned to enter her chambers and
slammed the door.
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