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Kuvira smiled at her subjects. In honesty she didn't expect for so many to join her especially for her mistake of locking everyone for her own reasons. It was pleasant to know that they all though they were different still wanted peace between them. Her smile soon faded as the the grand maester began to speak.


'A dorne?' She didn't expect them to be the one plotting her death.when Rookery went on and handed the letters to Tully, she nodded back to him. As The man began to read.her eyes widen, she held her breath, and looked at the ground. She felt her world was crumbling but she knew she had to stay strong, if she showed weakness what will the other lords think of her. She lifted her head and gripped onto her throne.


She watched as the man began to tremble, fear filled his eyes as he continued to read."Your... Your grace... I, I'm truly sorry, but it appears that peace will no longer be an option for the seven kingdoms... I... This"




It was clear that he was in disbelief , she was also but tried her best not to show it. Is this true? Am I really a bastard? Was my line as queen a lie? Her anxiety grew more but she conrinued to take deep breath to calm herself down.




She stood tall beside Tully looking at the lords eyes seeing the confusion, fear, disgust. " I am as surprised as you are. I have never heard anyone claiming me to be a bastard until now and as far as I know I am a targaryen...Even if I was a bastard my father has proclaimed me to be his child and heir for 21 years. I am legitimate and able to rule from the approve of the past king. It is better than a man who has been rejected at birth and lied his way to where he is." She folded her hands before beginning to speak sounding more confident as she did.


She look Towards Tully as he began to continue. She scoffed when he mentioned braedon claiming to be the true blood but she continued to listen. After he finished, she spoke once again. "The only full blooded relative as far as we know is princess Deanna. She is young,wild, and has no intentions of being queen. If I hand her the throne she'll drill everything left standing to the ground..." She let out a short yet soft sigh before going on to what she wanted to see.


" Not too long ago. I told you about my plan to stop the war before it begun. This is the time! No one had ever said that achieving peace will be fast and easy. Not to long ago you all agreed that you wanted this but now because there is a threat you forfeit? I know that blood will be spilled in this, I have no intention to overlook that but this is want is expected of us so we can obtain what we want. I am willing to put my life on the line to make sure that my people are safe and I will not fall without a fight! If the baratheons take the throne it is unknown what they will do with that power and I don't want to find out." She said on her throne resting her hands on her lap. She paused for a bit analyzing the scene.


"Since I am a woman of choice, now since you know the conflicts at hand, I will ask you again. Will you aid me to achieve peace? If you are not as loyal as you say, the door is behind you. I will find it in my heart to understand."



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The Main Gates, Casterly Rock, the Westerlands.


Edwyn grunted at Roland's words before headed out of the gates, evidently having no time to deal with another mercenary group right now. Martyn surveyed the hedge knight before responding calmly, "then stay here, what goes on in the negotiations between you and Lord Lannister are your businesses, not ours. We have enough men to deal with the situation at hand." He turned to ride off, before reining his horse in and looking at Wilds once more. "One more thing Wilds, I'm sure you'll understand we can't fit all of your numerous knights within Casterly Rock's keep, both due to space and security reasons. If you wish, we can arrange accommodations for you and ten of yours, but the rest will need to remain in the designated encampments. Talk to one of the Castellans if you so accept the offer." With that the Mountain Lion turned and rode off after his uncle towards Lannisport. Back at the carriage, the various ladies and children went into the keep, presumably to settle back in to their home and rest after their journey.


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Catching up to the Lord of Lannisport, Martyn spoke, "perhaps we should've considered the offer. That was Roland Wilds after all."


"The Iron-Blooded Knight? He didn't seem like much."


"He's enough to kill you, all your guards and survive, uncle."


"Perhaps, but if it's just him, I'll cost him an arm at the very least." Together the two rode into Lannisport and straight to the military docking area. The city was busy, but no one seemed panicked. The lowborn folks for the most part stayed out of the middle of the road, where sailors and soldiers rushed to and from the dock area. Those too dull to pick that up on their own were corralled to the side by the vigilant city watch, who did their best to ensure a clear path for those that need to relief Fair Isle. Martyn and Edwyn rode to the edge of the docks, where they dismounted and headed for the closest Lannister ships. In the distance, Martyn could just make out several masses before they disappeared. The two men walked to one of the ships that's boarding and the Lord of Lannisport turned to the Mountain Lion. "Take the Golden Spear. It'll be with the second strike force. I'll head to the Lion's Pride and send out commands from there. Remember: no quarters." Martyn nodded before boarding the ship, while Edwyn went further down the shoreline.


A few minutes later, another two dozen ships left the haven of Lannisport and headed towards Fair Isle.


Somewhere off the coast of Fair Isle, the Sunset Sea.





Captain Clarrik Holt watched from the bow of the Westward Strike at the columns of smoke in the distance, growing ever larger as they continued their approach.


Holt had started his service to House Lannister as a First Mate back before the uprising by House Reynes and House Tarbeck, when the current Lord of Casterly Rock worked behind his late father's back with his uncle, the Lord of Lannisport and admiral to the Lannister Fleet, to revitalize the much neglected collection of ships that guarded Lannisport. Holt never knew whether it was the genius and cunning of Tiber Lannister or the incompetence of Tytos Lannister that allowed that much funds to be siphoned away from Casterly Rock and used in the navy without anyone knowing, but over the course of months, the half floating derelict excuses for seaworthy ships transformed into newly built, freshly painted vessels even the Redwyne Lord would be proud to have within his armada. Tiber, through Edwyn, stressed to the shipmakers that the new fleet must be fast enough to intercept and run down any Ironborn raiders, but strong enough to withstand prolonged naval combat.


In hindsight, Holt and every other seaman worth his salt knew that had been a excuse. A very valid excuse to be sure, as they would now demonstrate, but an excuse nonetheless. Tiber Lannister needed speed not because he feared the fangs of the Iron Fleet, but rather he needed to land troops behind the Tarbeck-Reynes lines, and seize both strongholds of Castamere and Tarbeck Hall before anyone notices. The successful capture of Castamere just days after the rebellion began proved the speed of the new Lannister Fleet, both in its maneuverability on the water as well as quick deployment of troops on land. Only problems with moving on land delayed the force reached Tarbeck Hall until it was too late. Still, the fleet had performed far beyond the expectations of many during that time, especially by the now deceased Lord Tarbeck and the Red Lion himself.


Even after that success though, neither Tiber nor Edwyn seemed satisfied, pushing for further upgrades in both form and materials for the rebuilt fleet, as well as training for the men that worked the ropes. They may not have the numbers to match the Lord of the Arbor in terms of water power, but now none can deny the naval power of Lannisport. Their new ships were faster, stronger... and well, something no one else in Westeros will see coming.


"Captain! Red Sails ahead!" A voice from the crow's nest called. Holt scanned and horizon, and just as called, several Ironborn long ships appeared off the port of Fair Isles. The Captain called out to the rest of the ship.


"Battle stations, full sail! Make straight for those drowned whoresons!" He yelled in a clear voice as soldiers filled the deck of the ship, some with close quarter weapons in hand, others with bows and crossbows. "Remember orders from Admiral Edwyn! No quarters asked!"


"NO QUARTERS GIVEN!" The men around him roared out, as the ship picked up speed. Holt nodded, and patted the nearest soldier on the shoulder plate before heading back to his helmsman, giving casual inspections to the men as he went. When he reached one of his closest friend steering the ship, he nodded to the man, who shot a quick salute back.


"Any other orders sir?" Captain Clarrik Holt looked forward as the ships around them also shifted into battle stations, and the Iron ships ahead hastily moved into battle formation.


"When you can see the faces of the enemy, give the order for ramming speed."


Council Meeting Chamber, King's Landing, Crownlands.


Tiber raised his eyebrows as the Paramount Lord of the Trident read aloud the contents of the letters. He knew that the Stags would rally behind their lords, and march for King's Landing as soon as they have their first excuse. What was surprising was the initiative the Viserys boy took in taking in gathering the Golden Company under his command, and why he would so publicly announce his return, when evidently he lacked the means to do so, at least at the time of letter being sent. If Blackfyre, and Tiber doubted this was a lost scion of Daemon Blackfyre, had the ability to cross the narrow seas, he would be negotiating loyalties from the point of a golden sword, not through ravens.


Once more turning to the Queen, the Lion of Lannister gave as deep a bow as he could while sitting down, before replying. "As said before your Grace, I speak for House Lannister when I say we want nothing less as well. What would you have your humble servants from the Westerlands do?" Behind him, Wilhelm also bowed respectfully, as Ser Tidus beside him gave a respectful nod to Queen Kuvira.


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@WanderingJester


Roland would simply nod to Martyn, knowing well that there was no way this city could hold nearly a thousand knights, and even if it could there was no way of proving that Roland wouldn't order his knights to slaughter the people within. What surprised him however was the fact Martyn did not want extra aid, though if the man believed they had a force capable of handling why pay others that aren't needed? Edwyn Lannister on the other hand was respected by Roland for his military mind and strong will, but he was also a fool in his own way. Overconfident in himself and his men at times to a fault, something Roland believed would one day get the old man killed. And Roland could not deny that Edwyn's reaction to his request was rude to say the least, but men like him always believed themself better than men like Roland. "I wish you luck Mountain Lion, for if you die then how will make me look when compared as your equal?" he said back to the younger man as he exited, a friendly smile on his face.


Turning Roland would go to John "Gather the men and find them a suitable encampment close to the city, if there is not room, make room. And when you are finished come to the keep with our eight best men" he spoke simply. Bringing his horse to the stables Roland refused to allow one of the servants to tend to his steed, instead Roland removing all of his equipment and hitching him to the post. Now carrying the entirety of his equipment upon his back he would begin working his way towards the keep to speak with a Castellan about their living arrangements. Being hassled by a few guards Roland would eventually meet with who he desired and be lead to a small wing of the keep, the Castellan directing him to two rather large rooms, easily able to fit five people each. It was adequate but ir Revealed to Roland how little the servants to the Lannisters thought of him and his men. Nodding to the man who had led him here he gave a polite bow and entered the room on the right, though hee told the man to lead his men here when they arrived at the Keep.


Moving over to the single bed at the far side of the room Roland would begin unpacking. Placing his armor neatly in the corner of the room he pulled a chunk of salt beef from his pack. Moving to a flask on a nearby table he would pour himself a cup of wine and dip the beef into the cup as he sat. Waiting nearly a minute he would pull the now softened beef from the cup and begin chewing on it. 'Hard as leather like always' he thought as he continued to eat.


Nearly two hours and a flask of wine later John arrived with the eight best knights of the company, Roland slouched in the chair by the table. His filled with boredom he perked up at the sight of his knights. "A welcome sight!" he shouted in a surprisingly put together tone of voice despite the entire flask of wine he had drank. "And now we simply wait for the Lion of Casterly Rock and pitch him our deal, and if he refuses, we go elsewhere and request the same thing from some other lord" he spoke with a chuckle. "Tiber is a wise man, he'll see the benefit in granting you lordship Roland, after all, you command a force larger than most of his lords already, and far better trained, equipped and experienced as well. Hell, you're probably more loyal than half his fucking lords anyway" John spoke as he took a seat. Minutes later a few servant girls arrived with eight fresh flasks of wine, something John and thee other knight appreciated greatly. However Roland decided he had done enough drinking today, and keeping his wits about him in thee lions den was likely the beest idea.
 
The Red Keep, King's Landing, Westeros.


"Your grace" Walder spoke up quietly, allowing the Lion of Lannister to finish his words before he began his own, attempting to bottle the fear up inside of himself "As I have said before, House Tully wants, nay has always wanted peace, it is oft said that when the realm is stabbed that it the Riverlands that bleed and I have seen first hand the truth in that statement, my sixty years in this realm allowing me sights that other can only dream of, I have seen legends rise and fall and lords be born, grow up and die all in my life span, needless to say conflict is the last thing I want and I will do anything to make sure that my region remains safe" He paused, carefully composing his next few words, knowing full well that they could be his last.


"However what you are trying to achieve is not peace. You speak of trying to bring the realm together, of mending ties and of stopping conflict yet in reality all it is that you want is for us to win your war for you, you care not for the realm or its people only for your own power and avarice. You scoff at Lord Braedon's defiance yet you keep his sister inside of a cell sentencing her to imprisonment for a crime she had naught to do with but being an associate of a suspect. You act surprised to find that Viserys is claiming the throne yet you neglected to warn us that your own bastard brother had not only joined by been put in charge of the strongest of the free companies. Worst of all you ask for our help mere hours after you had us imprisoned in this very castle, held against our will for naught but attending your coronation and witnessing one of the worst assassination attempts in Westerosi history, honestly your grace I know dogs that could have prevented it, yet you let yourself be almost stabbed, saved only by your Kingsguard, a relic of your father's reign" his face was stone, his voice harder, he stilled feared of course, but his words had done much to boost his confidence, Walder stalling long enough to know that his son would already be a safe distance from the capital, his mind at rest knowing that his words could harm only himself.


"I would consider myself a loyal man your grace and I spoke only true when I asked for peace but this is lunacy, perhaps I shall take you up on your offer and take the door, I am sure you shall find a way to understand" He paused for a second remaining stock still "I have enjoyed my stay here in King's Landing, the scenery was excellent, the woman superb and I found the food especially to my like, they do not lie when they say that Crownlander make the finest bread, especially with a pinch of salt"


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Kuvira sat down, listening to what he said. She didn't have to justify anything she did. If that's what he believes then let him be. She clunched her hands hard. She could just feel the anger boil up inside. She had a very fragile mind, from the insanity and she did a decent job containing it.. For now. She nodded towards the Tully and pulled out a sarcastic smile.


"Of course, thanks for coming." He didn't understand what she was going through. Her sleepless nights, the pain she felt. She was nothing like her father and never will be. How dare he even compare? She didn't think her brother was a problem until now but what the hell did she know?! She found out she was a bastarf and now this man feels like it is just to accuse her? If she had to fight about this alone, she could. She had to speak rationally. That was all.


She kept a calm expressionless face as she watched Tully leave. She cleared her throat once more before saying. "Anyone else?"

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Deanna


Fingers entwined within the rope that made up the ratlines Deanna allowed herself a moment to relax upon the roped web. It had been a mere two hours since they set sail but she found herself easily exhausted with the multiple task she helped attend to. From mopping the deck of the mud from land to helping release the sails and getting a rundown and on hands demonstration on the very basics of how to get the ship going and keep it running. They were all short jobs but tiring and knowledgeable. Especially when she realized how different the larger ship was run compared to the smaller one's she had been on. There was much more to do. A fact that the rest of the crew didn't hesitate on ribbing her for when she foolishly spoke of her so called experience. Sighing as her body relaxed into the coils of rope that felt rough on her skin and bit into her soft hands but freeing in the way they held her precariously in the air Deanna looked out at the sea before her as it sparkled in the afternoon light with contentment. She was tired but the freedom she felt as she sailed further away from Westeros was more then worth it's weight in coin. Oh, she had no doubt she would likely need to return one day but she would enjoy the freedom as much as she could.


Hearing a familiar laugh from below a smile pulled onto her face. She worried Mayi would dislike being on the ship as it went beyond her duty as a handmaiden but to her surprise and relief Mayi had adapted even quicker then herself. When asked she just shrugged and said that she grew up growing crops and that wasn't a gender based job nor was it easy. Deanna didn't delve any deeper in fear of annoying her friend and instead focused on learning as much as she could. She knew if she really got her wish to travel she would be on a ship often and was determined to earn her sea legs as quickly as she could.


"Nice to see you looking comfortable Princess." Looking down she found Dominic standing at the base of the net's dozens of feet below her with a relaxed smile on his gruff face. She liked heights and the higher she climbed the more comfortable she was. Gripping the net she began scaling down the ratlines and landed on deck in a crouch, once again thankful that she now wore a light leather coat in place of her fur cloak. It wasn't as warm but it was easier to move in. Standing straight she shot Dom a playfully stern glare. "Where have you been? You went and disappeared within moments of boarding. "


"Nice to know you missed me." He chuckled at the light glare he received for his teasing. "I was helping out with the heavy lifting below deck and getting the room ready."


"Room?" Deanna acquired arching a brow up at the man that loomed over her. Amused eyes met hers." You didn't think that Mayi and you were sleeping with the rest of the crew did you? Putting two woman into a room full of hot blooded men far from the reach of a woman's warmth isn't exactly a smart idea after all."


Mouth falling open a bit as she caught onto what Dominic was insinuating she felt her face grow warm and mentally scoffed at herself for her naive thoughts. She Had thought her and Mayi would sleep with the others below deck once she realized they would be treated like other members of the crew. She simply hadn't taken into any other event's that would happen below deck other then resting. Closing her mouth with an audible snap when she saw Dom's amused smirk she shook her head and vanished such dark thoughts from her mind shivering with revulsion at the images that accompanied them. Sure some of the crew was handsome but she couldn't imagine touching them in such or way. Or being touched by them in such a way. Gross.


Laughing at the demonstration of the innocents the princess usually hid Dominic spoke snapping the princess from her thoughts. "Let's fetch Mayi and then I will show you to your room. Dinner will be served soon."
 
Starfall, The Torrentine, Dorne


(There be a sandstorm brewing.)


Once Ash was able to recuperate it was already near noon, he did his best to clean himself and made sure he dressed similar to the night before. While doing this Ash's mind stayed on the events of the night before, the Yronwoods refused his offer and although he managed to hold his frustration he chose to approach it like he understood where Yronwood was coming from, he honestly did get how he was feeling but that didn't make Ash any less angry. Ash was unsure whether to prepare for war or to begin writing ravens, for now he had a large backing of Dornish houses and the Yronwoods have been losing their grasp on power ever since their defeat at the siege of Starfall. Ash knew he could beat the Yronwoods if it meant war. But for now he tried to take his mind off of it and once he was ready he left his chambers.


As soon as he closed the door to his chambers he turned and to his surprise he found Matthew Blackmont. Matthew had a grim look on his face.


"I am sorry my Lord but I have some bad news... Lord Anders Yronwood managed to convince Lord Wyl to leave with him we have only heared rumours of what the Yronwoods are planning."





Ash lowered his head, Wyl was a powerful ally to have, but in honesty it did not surprise Ash as much as it would had it been another Lord, The Yronwoods were Lord Wyls liege lord after all.


"And what of the other Lords Ser Matthew?" Ash asked hopeful for some good news.


"My brother Lord Blackmont is very thankful my Lord and he requested me to tell you that if Lord Yronwood was to do anything rash then Starfall would have the backing of Blackmont, Lord Jordayne also expressed his voice similar." Matthew said this proudly, he was pleased that relations between their houses had been improved so much over the past few years and it was evident by the slight smirk on his face.


Ash returned the smile and patted Matthew on the back.


"Thank you Matthew, I know not how I would cope without you my friend." Ash said with gratitude.


Ash continued to the main hall where the feast had been held the night before. Maids were still busy cleaning up the mess that all the men made and it made Ash chuckle slightly.


Near the entrance was Magnus and Ronan, they seemed to be discussing something with Lord Jordayne. Ash had always been lucky that he had friends that could be relied on.


Ash greeted the three of them as well as Jordaynes men.


The four of them made their way outside into the court yard where they discussed events of the previous night, some that Ash in all honesty couldn't remember which made him worry a little bit.


Ash said his farewells as the Lords made their departure and thanked them and their men for attending his feast.


Once they were gone the three Daynes headed back inside.
 
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Elia Martell

The Red Keep - King's Landing
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This meeting was a mess. Elia was very very unhappy about her house being accused of the assassination to say the least. Nevertheless the princess bit her tongue and left it be for now, deciding to see how things unfolded first just like she always did. She had to think of the bigger picture. If she did something rash now then it could have massive repercussions for her people and more importantly, her family. It was her job to protect them and always had been so that was what she would do.


As it was it seemed like a good thing that she hadn't said anything as more interesting and important development occurred in the form of the letters. Well that was unexpected to say the least. Her mind automatically stored the information for use when needed, when she might need to question any decision she made today. But she couldn't believe that Baratheon lord, he didn't care for his own sister's release, just that he was going to wage war. Family was everything to Elia and the idea of leaving them to their fate, especially if a bad one, was just unfathomable to her.


With a small shake of her head, Elia finally spoke up. "Of course House Martell is committed to peace your grace" she gave as her answer tactically.
 

The Red Keep, Rookery


POV: Vladan (Past)

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Vladan agreed with the assessment well enough. Gelgin was a sharp mind, afterall. Even locked away in the Vale he likely kept himself up to date on the business of the realm. "I am not fully convinced that Braedon's innocent from the assassination attempt. I'll make that clear." The Bolton began to fiddle with the letters in his hidden pocket, the desire to tear apart their seals growing. "Even if he is, I concur with what you believe. He will rally the lords around him and strike at the Crown. His friendship with Lord Stark makes the conflict dire. Should they pass through the Neck, I'm afraid we won't be able to win the war." The Northerners could boast an army equal or greater than most other realms, and fighting in warmer climates was unlikely to hinder them. With the Stark forces attacking them from the North and the Baratheon's from the south, it seemed King's Landing would be a city of blood soon enough.


"If war comes to us, the knights of The Vale could prevent that. Your men fight Wildlings in snow and rocky terrain much like the Northerners, but your bannermen are more refined. You could keep them at the Neck whilst we crush the Baratheon resistance. We can only pray the other lords do not fall under Braedon's sway. . " The Martell's were still suspicious in Vladan's mind. He wasn't willing to commit fully to the idea they were behind the assault either, but some Dornish house had higher aspirations, that much was certain. "We made need to assure the loyalties of The Reach. They can battle the Baratheon's alongside us and keep King's Landing fed. The Ironmen can be bribed, we'll cut apart the North, give them some greenland for them to settle. Conn should be satisfied with that. Tytos' children. . Who knows what they could be up to." Lord Tiber didn't particularly trouble Vladan, but it was always wise to spread false hoods around. Gelgin was an intelligent man, though should they find each other as enemies one day, it was better for him to be misinformed about the Grand Maester.




The Reach, Dornish Marches


POV: Viserys Blackfyre (In the Present)

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It had been a week since Viserys landed in Westeros, a long week at sea plagued with troubles, some expected and others spontaneous. The ships captain demanded payment up front for Viserys' voyage across the Narrow Sea, which served to only worry the King Beyond the Sea of the captains intentions. In the end the Blackfyre relented, handing over a small portion of what gold he'd taken with him and spending much and more of his time in the cabin provided for him. Viserys hated the sea, the vast blue horizon near terrified him. 'This ship could sink. They could cut my throat and feed me to the fish.' He kept Blackfyre at his hip the entire trip, even when disposing of his waste.


The second issue came in the form of a storm from the north. King Viserys hoped to make port along Cape Wrath, where he could both ride to the King's Road but also buy much needed supplies. Dye for his hair, a horse to ride atop of and one to carry his belongings, and salted beef were at the top of his list. He wanted to travel up the King's Road to the Riverlands and forge allies there, where the Blackfyre Rebellion's usually found support. Yet the vessel was forced far into the Dornish sea to avoid the storm, an action Viserys secretly approved of, and made port outside Castle Wyl. Missing Cape Wrath injured his plan but the idea of being out at sea in a storm made his stomach twist. 'I'll head West, find allies in Highgarden and then Casterly Rock.' He'd make the best out of the circumstances, while acknowledging they could of been far worse. Wyl and the surrounding towns were scarce on the resources Viserys needed. He found a large and powerful packhorse, Philly the man called him, to carry the modest armor and what supplies the Blackfyre could obtain. On the Boneway Viserys came across another town where he found Wind Cutter, a horse supposedly faster than the winds during a hurricane. It was a large, white stallion, and the Valyrian Bastard bought it instantly. It wasn't quite the quickest mount Viserys ever rode atop of, but what it lacked in speed it made up for in stamina.


His time in the Dornish Marches was refreshing, relaxing, nostalgic even. The Blackfyre King liked it for the same reasons he hated the sea. It was open, you could see for miles without end. Though here he was free to travel, unlike being stuck on a boat at sea. His mind wandered as he rode in the early morning Sun. Back when Viserys was still a squire to Ser Rodrik Strong, they would frequently pass through this part of Westeros. The two traveled from tourney to tourney, always causing trouble for the lordships who hosted such events. A small smile came upon him as he remembered the old knight. He was massive with an unfortunate face, a nose too large for any man and a chin square enough to mistake for a brick. He was balding, with his white hair vanishing quickly. His voice was shrill and unforgiving, his words were true, so much so Viserys could recite much of them still. "A silent knight is a poor knight. A silent hedge knight is a hungry knight." He'd snicker after that. "If'ya ever intend to serve a lord, you'd better attract his attention first. Throw a fist at dinner or challenge're rivals before him. Win'r lose, they won't forget Viserys the knight. A forgotten knight's not like to be allowed into tournaments or the tilt. You'd be better off a sellsword at that point, boy."


Viserys always took in his words eagerly, for the three years he squired under Rodrik, they hadn't steered him wrong. 'Now let's use them once again, Ser.' His smile shrank, wishing his old mentor were beside him. 'Ser Rodrik would jape about anything, he'd keep the two of us distracted from our woes.' Viserys thought somberly before switching gears to a more important topic, what he'd do when he reached Highgarden. He'd gain the trust of the Tyrell's by masquerading as a hedge knight, prove himself honorable and then divulge his plans. 'I'll do the same at Casterly Rock to the Lannisters.' He hadn't a clue how long it could take, though Viserys tried to stopped thinking about the negatives, they only made him curse his every action. 'A man cannot mope at a mule and make it a horse. The gods test our mettle, break too easily and they'll pass yer by like them lordly ladies at court.' He repeated over and over again in his head. They were Rodrik's words, not his. 'I've dug my ditch and now it's time to rest in it.' The dark expression filled his mind often enough in these unsettling times. With a long sigh, Viserys grabbed hold of the reigns and urged Wind Cutter forward. Word was Horn Hill wasn't much further, a village not sixteen miles back told him so much. 'Horn Hill could be half a day's ride, and from there Highgarden's not much further.' He frowned, he was moving far too slowly. 'Mayhaps I quicken my pace once at Highgarden. Serve Lord Tyrell truly enough and offer him great rewards if he supports me.' His plan in mind, Viserys pulled the reigns sharply again. He assured himself he knew where he was going, but the day was young still and the path unclear.




The Red Keep, King's Landing


POV: Vladan (In the Present)

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The Grand Maester was silent and still, a statue as Walder Tully read both letters. His anger at the first was subsequently overshadowed at the letter from Braedon, the Baratheon heir. 'How dare he?!' He would of shouted, thrown a fist on the table and reassure Kuvira his loyalties. But the Grand Maester kept himself still, as readable as a paper was to a blind man. The audacity of both pretenders was surprising, it pained the old man to see sweet Kuvira forced to be exposed to such vile words. The bastard declaring Kuvira a Waters was the utmost treason, or so he thought before Braedon demanded the Iron Chair. The Lion of Lannister spoke, earning him the Bolton's icy stare. 'Send him to fight the Stag.' He growled internally. It was Walder Tully that surprised the Grand Maester most, and stirred him from his silence.


"You craven!" He rose to his feet, the man of sixty seven still as active as a man of fifty years. "You spit on your queens request for support? A girl still young and green in the ways of ruling and you deny her support? Off with you, and may the Others be kind and take you soon." His nostrils flared, his jaw clenched as he continued. His words were slurred, far quieter then those moments ago. "Braedon Baratheon will demolish the peace Maeryn worked hard to establish, and you who claims to desire it would turn your back to our cause?! When this bastard crosses the sea and joins his might with the Baratheon Pretenders, I hope you see the folly of your ways." The Grand Maester stood there, breathing heavily as he glared at Walder, balled fists at either side of his body.


Addressing the rest of the room, the Grand maester's voice boomed. "We must destroy the Stag quickly lest we have another war of nine penny kings. This is where the lot of you lordlings can prove yourselves truthful." Each soul in the room aside from Kuvira received a withering blue glare, his lips turned upwards in a snarl.


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Rookery, Red Keep, King's Landing

POV: Gelgin Arryn (Past)

Gelgin's face remained impassive, and his opinions of the Grand Maester soon seemed validated. The North had possibly a thousand or so more troops, but the Valemen had the advantage of himself. He was confident that he could hold the Starks at bay if it truly came down to it. And it would come down to that, if he had glimpsed the seal on one of those letters right. A letter from the Stags at such a time could only reasonably be a few things.


"Grand Maester, your knowledge is a valuable asset, indeed. I doubt I could have put it much better. I can hold the North at bay. They are so spread out, mustering an effective army will take time. Time that I do not intend to waste. The Reach..." Gelgin paused, thinking. The Reach would be a key there. If they fell under Braedon's sway, then Gelgin's forces in the Neck would be surrounded. "If the Reach does not support the Queen, the Neck is untenable. Then, I would see the Trident as my best bet. What say you on that?"


Council Meeting Chambers

POV: Gelgin Arryn (Present)

So, it seemed that an outside bastard pretender had declared Kuvira illegitimate, and Braedon had... Braedon had gone entirely too far over his head. Gelgin had held a vague hope that the boy would see reason, but it was not to be. It was everything he'd feared would come to pass. Open rebellion was now a certainty.


Gelgin lightly scowled as the Tully spoke, a rare expression of emotion for the Mountain Face. That meant one less ally, and that the Tullys were one step closer to siding with the Baratheons. Every step away from the Crown was now a step towards the rebels, as far as Gelgin was concerned. And the Reach easily had the most troops of any region in Westeros. This would be quite a setback. As Vladan's snarl washed over him, he took a moment to recompose his features into his usual impassive blank slate, and returned his gaze.


For a moment, he sat and studied the reactions of his fellow councilors. Then he, too, stood. His body shook as he did so, his leg still complaining viciously. Facing the Queen, he nodded courteously. "My Queen, I was not present for the reading of these letters, but I doubt they hold any evidence."


'Lie' Kuvira's dark hair screamed back at him. He knew that it was unlikely to be a fashion statement, dyed or whatever noble ladies could do with their hair. It seemed likely that she was, indeed, illegitimate. Still, he was not quite willing to so easily throw the Crown away. Still, the idea of it nagged him. As Hand, he could tip the balance severely either way. Declaring himself against Kuvira in the Red Keep would be suicide, and as the Hand, he guessed that neutrality was not quite an option, either. None of this registered on his face as he spoke.


"Even if it bears the truth, I am unwilling to accept a bastard in place of another bastard. Nor will I accept Braedon Baratheon." Not without some good reasons. "As Hand, and an Arryn, I declare that the Valemen stand with you, Your Grace." For the foreseeable future.


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Kuvira nodded towards him "thank you."Kuvira stood up before nodding towards them on. "I have to admit , Tully was right when he said I am asking too much of you all especially after the castle incident. I will Continue on my own for now but if I need your help from the remaining of you that stood by my side for this long. I will inform you of it." She started to make her leave. "You are free to return to your houses but i will need speak my hands, Gelgin and the grand Maester tonight to discuss about certain matters...If you excuse me,I will be in my chambers thinking of my next move. " she soon left with those words, not waiting on anyone to reply

Kuvira walked up to her room, nodding to servants and pulling out a smile before closing the door behind her. She was taking deep breath and talking to herself in her head. 'Calm down 'vira you need to stay strong, you can't let your madness get the best of you. just take deep breath and you'll be."


She grabbed the closes thing, a vase, and throw it at the wall. She let out a blood clurdling scream. "I'm tired of acting strong! I'm tired of concealing how I feel! I'm tired!" As she continued to go on she continued to tear everything apart. Finally she collapsed, sobbing. She lost control of everything. Everything she knew was a lie.


She couldn't tell what she was doing was right or just delusional.


Her sobs soon turn into laughing.A horrorifying, indecent laugh. Heard only from those lost control. 'If some houses want to be against me I'll give them a reason for it!" She looked at the picture of a portrait of her and the mad king. She could remember the hours it to for the artist to finish. How proud her father look.




"If they think what I'm doing now us mad. Hahaha they haven't seen nothing yet!"

"A-HE-HE-HE-HA-HA!"But first she had to take care of some domestic conflicts to deal with.


After a while of writing on a piece of paper, She walked out of the chambers with a sadistic grin on her face. She grabbed the nearest guardsman and whispered something in his ears, handing him the piece of paper. The guardsman nodded and went on to fulfill her request .


Her ladies in waiting soon crowded around her. 'Are you alright your Majesty? Is there something we could do?" She nodded. "Yes, please request the chef to prepare a meal in one of the dining halls. I need to converse with my darling sister Area. I think she could comfort me in this time of need. Can you also tell her to meet me there when everything is ready?"

"Of course your highness. We hope you feel well soon." They said sounding quite worried for her well being.


"Oh trust me I will." she walked away with a grin, never fading. Tonight she'll get the confrontation she needed. Tonight she'll address her greatest enemy. Her sister.

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Council Meeting Chamber, King's Landing, Crownlands.





Tiber got up and bowed deeply to the Queen even as she ignored everyone and exited the chamber. He turned to see Wilhelm giving him a skeptical look about the Queen's mental health, to which the Lion of Lannister shook his head to quiet his cousin before he said anything regrettable. Ser Tidus had just been to the door where they entered and handed Tiber a note, which the young man read quickly before shoving it into his pocket. Turning to the other rulers and powerful individuals, Tiber said, "Well, this has been a pleasure my lords and ladies, but we must be off. Unfortunately the Iron Fleet had chosen to strike the Westerlands at this time, and I must be off to see to the damages the children of the Drowned Gods caused. Until the wedding I suppose." With another respectful, but short, bow, he headed out.


Tiber however paused next to Grand Maester Vladan, and whispered lowly to the man so that only them two could hear his words. "My security reported that a girl claiming the name Blackfyre is within the Red Keep. It's probably another pretender with no real bite to her bark, but I thought her Grace should know." Without waiting for a reply, the Warden of the West left the chamber in his guards and cousin's company. As the procession walked quickly to their destination, Tiber told one of the guards, "send word to Lord Clegane: we're leaving now. Gather his men, we cross the Gate of the Gods within the hour. Tell him to get six more horses." The servant nodded and ran off. Turning to his Lionsguard commander, the Lord of Casterly Rock continued, "Tidus, I need to you to attend to our lost doe. Take five of your most trusted with you. See to it she looks like a lion cub and meet us outside the same Gate; Strider will guide you out. If we don't arrive within an hour, ride as hard as you can to Deep Den, then on to Casterly Rock... and let Martyn know he's the new Lord Lannister."


They came to an intersection and Tidus paused, "My lord-"


"I'll have my cousin as well as 40 some other men of our house with us, along with the swords from House Clegane. Don't worry about me Tidus: just make sure not a hair on the doe's head is harmed. That's the important thing." Tidus stared at his liege lord for a moment, then to Wilhelm and nodded. Waving a hand, five Lionsguards followed him as he turned and went off in another direction, as well as an inconspicuous shadow that flew from dark corner to dark corner with the splinter group. Tiber gave them another second before heading towards the stables himself, as the last of the wayward Lannister Guards fell into the procession, along with some servants carrying the few items of import to the Lord of Casterly Rock. Together, the large group went towards their horses in the Red Keep's stable, and the gate of the large city which had been their prison.


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Outside of Astris' Room, King's Landing, Crownlands.


The two gold cloaks stood at attention outside of the young Baratheon's "guest room," spears in hand as they watched a group of Lionsguards approach, headed by their leader, who held something in his hands. When they ascertain that the group's ultimate destination was the room they were guarding, the two tensed with their weapons, readying themselves in case things got rough. At the very least though, all of the Lannister forces had their swords sheathed, so the guards didn't raise an alarm immediately. Tidus went up to them, just outside of spear thrust range, and said, "Guards, who stays behind that door?"


The more senior of the two yellow cloaks spoke up. "Astris Baratheon by the order of her Grace, Queen Kuvira I Targaryen of the Iron Throne, ser." They still looked suspiciously, as Tidus reacted casually to the weapons pointed at him. So focused they were at the commander, they did not notice the Lionsguards spreading out slightly behind him, moving to the flanks of the two yellow cloaks.


"Ah I see, did her Grace mentioned whether the lady within will be released back to the Stag? After all it isn't wise to anger a Baratheon."


The Gold Cloaks, though still suspicious, seemed convinced that Tidus was making some sort of poor political move, conversing with the city watch about something like this. Looking at each other, they thought about the same thing: the reward they'll get when they inform the Queen of this conversation. While this happened Tidus gave a subtle nod. Turning back to the Lionsguard Commander, the speaker of the two said, "That's up to her Grace, and is none of ou-" He never completed his sentence, as one of the Lionsguard, in one smooth motion, drew his sword and slit the man's throat cleanly, causing blood to run down within the inside of his armor. The other guard had a sword stab directly into his windpipe, and the Lionsguards caught the falling bodies before they crash onto the ground, careful to avoid getting blood upon their own armors. One of the knights grabbed the set of keys on the body and tossed them up to his commander, who then opened the door within the room. The remaining three stood as lookout for anyone coming along the corridor.


Inside, on the bed sat a young woman, with a flower shaped scar on her right arm. Tidus bowed before addressing the woman, even as the two Lionsguard behind him dragged the bodies of the Gold Cloaks into the room and out to the side before they bled on to the floor, leaving a telltale sign of conflict outside, before heading back outside to help with the lookout duty. "Lady Astris Baratheon? I'm Ser Tidus Marbrand of the Lionsguard. We've been given orders to offer you a way out of King's Landing. If you choose to accept, put these on and follow us. If not, please let us know so that we may depart expeditiously ourselves." He tossed the clothing at her, which was a Casterly Rock servant girl's outfit completed with a hood to cover her face. The Lionsguard Commander continued. "I hope you'll excuse me, but given the current circumstances I am somewhat reluctant to have both my men and I turn my back to you, so if you'll please change quickly, we may depart shortly."


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The Street of Silk, King's Landing, Crownlands.


The young servant boy ran from brothel to brothel, checking for signs of House Clegane and its men. He had ran into some of them before, but they were too... busy with their current activities and partners to speak to him. One of them even tried to clout him on the side of his head for interrupting! The servant boy ducked under it though, and continued his search for Lord Clegane. Moving from one perfumed drenched house to another, he finally found Lawsen Clegane with the largest dog he's ever seen sitting by a table in the middle of the brothel, with a mug of alcohol in hand and a whore in his lap, looking merry as ever. Going up to him, the servant boy said. "Lord Clegane?" No response, he guessed that the man didn't hear him. "Lord Clegane." Still nothing, the boy took a deep breath and shouted. "Lord Clegane!" Then, finally, he had the Pup's attention. The servant boy looked to the Lord of Clegane's Keep and bowed before delivering his message. "Lord Tiber Lannister would like you to know that he, along with the rest of the Lannister party, is leaving King's Landing within the hour. He expects you and your men at the Gate of the Gods with six addition horses, ready to ride for the Westerlands." The servant boy waited for the Lord to acknowledge he's received the message before departing again.


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The Street of Silk, King's Landing, Crownlands.


Lawsen's smile dissapeared when the boy yelled his name. Fang already started to growl and look at the boy, barring his teeth. Lawsen slammed the cup of ale on the table, making both Fang and the whore jump and look at him. Clearing his throat, the pup spoke. "Tell Lord Tiber we'll be there. Now go boy. Fang seems hungry."


With the boy gone, he looked at the whore and kissed her deeply, a grin on his face. "Sorry love. Duty calls. But that one, it was for the road." Lifting up, he turned to face his men, where Gendry was too. "All right! We gotta go! We need six additional horses, so Gendry, take 5 men and get us some bloody horses! The rest of you lot, mount up. We'll meet up at the Gate of the Gods within the hour! Move out!" With that said, the pup went to the door, Fang following at his side.


Gendry had began to think. He saw the others already packing, so he had to too. Picking 5 rather young fellows, he decided to go through town, trying to find some stables. Luckily, they found one. Saddly, only 4 horses were available. But Gendry wasn't a stupid man. He ordered his men to down some dirty cloaks they found at the stables. On one street, there was a lonely cart, appearing to carry some food. Two of the soldiers that were mounted swept in front of the carriage. Behind a corner, Gendry and one soldier on foot were waiting. The other two went from behind the carriage. "Run you idiot!" Yelled one, the man quickly running away. The ones in front cut the horses loose, and guided them to the corner. Gendry smiled, proud of himself. Mounting them, they threw away the cloaks, and, when they were far away, they began to slowly trot, all the way to the gate.


Gate of the Gods, King's Landing, Crownlands.


"...Where's Gendry?" Rupert the Ruthless spoke, his hair on his shoulders while biting from an apple. Along them, there were 6 horses, all standing together, each with a soldier holding them. Lawsen's grip on the harness on the horse was tense. "He'll be here Rupert." Rupert stood in his place, sighing while still eating. "It was a nice stay here. Nothing compares to a Crownlands whore." Lawsen let out a giggle, as did the others. "I heard the Dornish have the best ones." Melvan, the Black Dog said. Lawsen turned to them, smiling. "We might take a trip there to test that out, Black Dog." Turning he saw Gendry riding along with the 5 men, all on horses. "Told you. There is no doubt that Gendry could do it." "Of couse it wasn't, my lord." Paxton the Wise said, his expression not changing. "


Lawsen smiled and made way for Gendry, him stopping at his side. Fang was on Lawsen's right side, standing guard and looking in front of him. "Now, we wait for Lord Tiber."


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Dragonstone Keep

Lord Rory Baratheon

The burning sunlight pierced the sky to find it's way to the glistening marbled floor of Dragonstone keep, it's bright brilliance attracting the attention of Lord Rory Baratheon, who took the moment to fixate his eyes on the blaze of light - for both appreciation of its beauty - and the excuse of a simple moment away from managing this cursed pile of stone called 'a castle'. It was a double edged sword, if not a downright burden. Whilst defensible, it produced no grain, no wheat, no high income. It's only trademark was Dragon's Glass, a useless material.




Some would be foolish enough to claim that the keep was rich in history, and one of the greatest in Westeros. Rich history never won a war, or sustained a population. A loud sigh emitted from Rory's throat, as he slumped face down onto the desk, he deserved so much more - his ability demanded so much more.




The creaking of the large wooden door to his chamber became evident, as the hinges cried in protest - the door opening to reveal Rory's dearest asset, and closest friend. Ser Mandon Seaworth. "My Lord," Ser Mandon spoke with a polite Nod, his hands held behind his back - the man only ever took such a stance when he had news to deliver.


"Ah, Ser Mandon... Are you here to relieve me of my torturous duties? Or tell me our food stores are running low, and the commonfolk are complaining? I hope it's the former. For their sake."


Ser Mandon grinned at that, and placed a parchment down on the table. "Oh, it's far more interesting than that my friend." Ser Mandon said with a devious smile, causing Rory to straighten in his chair with raised eyebrows, before he opened the parchment - like a hungry child grasping for food. His eyes glazed over the words with desperate suspense, before the Baratheon let out a slight gasp, and looked once more to his friend.





"The Queen's a bastard, and the Ironborn are rebelling, whilst the rest of Westeros drowns itself in vicious schemes, and ambitious plots." Ser Mandon stated in a brief tone, causing Rory to exhale deeply whilst rising to his feet, "Curese Braedon... Westeros will soon implode under such pressure, and I'm no part of it. Instead I'm forsaken to this miserable pile of rock whilst he mismanages the Stormlands with each passing day!" Rory hissed, kicking his desk over with incredible force, sending it spiraling across the floor, before the Lord walked upon his balcony, leaning against the rail and examining the civilization below - what he owned. It was meager, insulting and the burn of annoyance at the sight was unavoidable.





"We wait, for now. I don't have the influence, or power to engage with the Great Houses, but I do have the reputation, and the namesake. Yes, we wait..." Rory spoke with a mix of worry, and determination hinted in his voice; Ser Mandon merely nodded, and gave Rory a look of reassurance, "Don't underestimate your own reputation, the whole of Westeros knows of your skills, and even more know of your claim to both the Stormlands... and now the Iron Throne." With that, Ser Mandon left the hall, leaving Rory in deep thought - as he gazed out at the stretch of sky which bristled with magnificence, the chips would fall where they may.
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The Red Keep, King's Landing, Westeros.


Walder's mask of confidence failed him as soon as he left the hall, the man's face, though appearing stoic and unyielding in front of the other lords, shifting quickly into one of distress, the Grand Maester's word echoing behind him Walder paying them, little heed, his thoughts plagued with more alarming matters. He honestly hadn't known what to expect when he had blurted out his confessions in the middle of the court, though what ever he had thought would happen was certainly not this.


"My... My Lord?" Inquired one of his guards, the men flanking him as he made his slow hobble down the corridors of the Red Keep, Walder's eyes looking out for any sign of treachery, staring suspiciously at all the nooks and crannies seeing Kuvira's men in every shadow he passed, their knives drawn and ready "Are you alright? I... I must admit I didn't expect to get out of there with my life, I'm surprised that worked"


Walder replied with a nod, his mind racing, in truth, he hadn't expected it to work either, insulting the Queen in the midst of her own castle, during her own council no less, and whilst tempers were still high from the assassination, he had expected less to be offered a peaceful exit and more a dagger to the throat, guest rights or no, yet it seemed Kuvira was not her father... If he was her father that is, Walder had long looked past the girls darkened hair, casting it off as dye or the latest highborn fashion, though the more he thought about it the more his suspicion grew "Prince Baelor had dark hair" Walder's thought reminded him, trying to anchor him to the realm of the reasonable "He was not a bastard, this is foolishness, speak to Braedon and have him apologise and surrender his claim, then apologise yourself and beg to keep your head" He frowned, desperately trying to keep such thoughts from his mind, I won't betray Braedon like that, I won't force him to bow down to the woman who holds his sister, the daughter of the man who killed his father, killed Osmund.


Walder sighed, taking a turn and exiting the keep through a side door, avoiding the main gate at all costs, he didn't know which of the Queens creatures would be lurking there.


"My Lord!" Walder heard a far off noise, a short and plump man approaching him, recognisable to Walder only due to the appearance of the Red Stallion upon his surcoat, the Sigil of House Bracken "Lord Eddard has heard of the scene you made in the Red Keep, he wishes to know if you want to go off as expected, all of the preparations have been made"


Walder paused for a second, thinking of those he had left behind in the keep, he had certainly intended to do more in his time there and there were certain things left undone, I wanted to speak once more to Lord Tiber before my departure, Walder thought glumly, aware that the Lord Lannister would now be far too occupied with talks of war. He had also intended to visit Lady Astris in her cell, mayhaps offer some aid in her hash time though at this point getting past Kuvira's guards seemed like an impossibility. He exhaled offering the Bracken man a mod in affirmation, there was no use dwelling on things left undone, instead he would look to the future "Tell Lord Bracken that I shall be arriving presently, he has half an hour to join me or I am leaving without him"


The man smiled at the jest walking off to inform his master of Lord Tully's decision. Walder wasting little time at all beginning his painful walk to the docks of King's Landing.

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Blackwater Rush, King's Landing, Westeros.


"You're late" Eddard Bracken looked at him sternly, his voice a hard iron "You ask me to arrive by half an hour yet you arrive yourself in double that time"


Walder laughed, merely making a gesture to his leg, prodding the man with his cane.


The two men sat side by side upon the lower deck of "The Ruddy Salmon" Lord Mooton's pride and joy, and the only Riverlands ship near enough to King's Landing for Lord Eddard Bracken to obtain on short notice, the vessels intentions being to get Lord Walder out of the capital as quickly as possible, delivering him safely from Kuvira's hands.


"It's a shame about the girls though" Eddard said, ignoring Walder's distressed look "It's a shame you didn't have the chance to rescue her like you had hoped" Walder didn't respond, instead looking down at his hands, growing suddenly interested in his own finger nails. "Alright then, be like that" Eddard said changing the topic "So tell me, where is it that you intend to head off to now, you've thoroughly disgraced your self in the eyes of the capital so I doubt you'll be invited back soon "He lowered his voice to a whisper making sure the other around them couldn't hear "Riverrun? Or Storm's End? Does the trout cower inside of his pond, or leap up gracefully to aid his comrades"


Walder just shook his head "He does neither" he replied, anxious for the questions to end "We're headed to the heart of the Blackwater, Breadon isn't Osmund's only son" with that a silence spread over them, their journey continuing.


@Archon
 
Fair Isle, The Westerlands


The castle had fallen rather easily. Too easy. There was now only around one hundred men of iron left on Fair Isle. And Ciar would soon leave as well. "Seasick, Leech- come with me. We'll sail The Fat Fish and meet with our brothers before any Lannister ship gets here." Ciar told them as he approached the harbor- still littered with corpses. They'll be here soon as well.


Seasick and Leech both agreed. A few more men came with him, but Ciar didn't care to know their names. Ulick Pyke soon changed his mind as well and jumped on the boat just as it was beginning to set sail. Leaving Dent and an army of too little men to hold Fair Isle.


"What is dead may never die." Ciar held his hand to his breast plate. Dent, who stood ashore, did the same. You severed us well, lad.





Ciar stared at Fair Isle as 'The Fat Fish' floated away, slow like. The was a puff of smoke coming from over the trees, from when they burnt down the farm filled with a family of six. A swarm of crows had gathered around the harbor, as well.


They ate the grey flesh off of Lord Farman as Ciar shut his eyes and let out a sigh.


War had begun.


Pyke, The Iron Islands


"Of course. I'm nothing if I am not a great host." Conn said, slyly. "Your men shall stay in the old quarter which we haven't used since the last rebellion." The old quarter that is on the other side of the castle from you, sister.


Haelga looked furious, which made Conn giddy- but sad all at the same time. Soon enough, Haelga, Vaughan, Conn's men, and Haelga's men left the dining hall. The fire was dying down now, making the spider web filled room look sinister. Conn looked at the portraits around him. All great Ironborn. Conn's portrait would soon be hanging upon a wall, only it'll be a wall in the ruin of The Red Keep. Conn took one last look at his ancestors, before finally walking out.


He, firstly, visited his study. This room also had a fire burning in it. It also had the serving boy from earlier. He was in the corner, crying softly to himself. His hands were burnt and blistered. Poor lad. Conn gave him a bag of coin and told him to spend it well. The boy thanked him through tears and left, leaving Conn alone with a dragon egg... his dragon egg. He put a small bag around him and carefully put the egg inside of it.


He, secondly, visited Eleri who was in her room- playing with a sword. She smiled as she saw him. "Is it time, father?"


Conn nodded. She threw her sword onto her bed and ran over to him. They hugged for what seemed like forever. His daughter even begun to cry. Conn knelt down so they were at eye level.


"No tears." Conn cooed as he brushed a tear away with his only thumb. Eleri nodded. "I know..."


He let go of her and stood up. She hugged him, once more. "I'm going to pray for you every day." Eleri cried. The tears slid down her cheeks. Conn couldn't help himself from getting teary eyed himself.


"The Drowned God will protect me, love. I will be at sea for most of my journey." Conn whispered. His voice had gone crooked. After a long time, Eleri let go. She nodded at her father and went to go pick up her sword. She begun playing with it again and Conn silently left the room.


He looked back at her. This may be the last time I lay eyes on my little girl.


Highgarden, The Reach


Eveleen kept her smile on her face. "I have missed this lonely castle, dearly." Eveleen was never that close with her brothers, but if there was one she felt the most connection with- it was Arren. He had always been kind to her.


"My beloved always has the up-most respect for me, brother. Even when he is drowning himself in drink." Eveleen's smile fidgeted as she made sure Hallie hadn't heard what she had said about Ser Erik Rowan.


Eveleen saw Arren's eyes wander a little bit. She followed his stare to find him looking at Filicity. The duo had never been close. Arren was a man grown by the time Filicity had been birthed by Brynn Caswell.


"I'm very well, uncle Arren." Hallie chirped. She always had an aura of happiness around her. Eveleen looked at her, lovingly. I love you, Hallie. Eveleen sometimes felt like she didn't tell Hallie that as often as she should. Eveleen would do anything for her daughter. "My studies are going greatly! I'm learning about The Doom Of Valyria right now from our Maester." Hallie said to her uncle, a large grin on her young face.


@HuorSpinks


Pyke, The Iron Islands


Conn arrived at Lordsport. Where'st Siegfried Harlaw awaited with his fleet. There was a lot of other ships lying in the harbor along with Siegfried's. Many of 'em belonged to The Iron Fleet. Conn would be aboard one of those ships. 'The Skinned Tail' most likely.


"Siegfried." Conn greeted him. Most of Conn's men and ships had set off already and more where beginning to un-dock as soon as their King had gotten there. Conn would have at least 600 men left on Pyke to guard it- his uncle Vaughan included. Every other able body would be at sea.


Some would remain in the seas around The Iron Islands, so the islands wouldn't be completely vulnerable. But, again, most would be at the western coast of Southern Westeros.


The seas will be storming, soon.


@Lancelot


The Red Keep, King's Landing


The meeting was over by the time Aerea even got there. I'm sure it was a dull affair. Aerea thought to herself as she stood alone in the room where it had been held. She couldn't help but feel a tiny bit angry though. She visited The Courtyard where'st her sister's crowning took place, nights ago. Aerea could still see some blood stained into the cobblestone. Aerea shook her head as she stared at the dried red. She still couldn't believe that someone tried to kill her and her sister. It was almost nightfall before Ser Gale approached her. The man had recently trimmed his beard and cut his hair.


"Your sister wishes to have dinner with you, my princess." He said, gallantly. He was about sixty, but he looked much younger. Aerea wasn't surprised. Her and her sisters had been dining together almost every night since the attempt on their lives.


Which reminded her...


Where had Deanna been all day?


"I will join her now." Aerea responded politely. Ser Gale put his hand on his hilt. "May I escort you, princess?"


"Of course, Ser Gale." Aerea smiled.


It was about a fifteen minute walk through the castle 'til they got to the small, secluded room where the trio of Targaryens usually ate their evening meals. Kuvira was already there, drinking. Of course. Aerea sat at the opposite end of the table from her Queen. Ser Gale bowed and slipped into the shadows. Aerea was quite for a few moments. Not a sound in the room but the small fire that crackled- its flame almost out. A servant brought Aerea in a drink of wine.


She picked up the cup and took a sip before finally saying something. "How did the meeting today go, sister?" Aerea asked. She noticed a crease on her dress and smoothed it out with her empty hand.


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Queen Kuvira

Kuvira sat on the empty room taking a sip of her wine. She laughed quietly to herself. The thought of it all was humorous in her eyes. All the bullshit and secrets but tonight she planned to clear the air. She only been queen for a couple of months and she each day it became clearer who her enemies where.


As the guard opened the door to let aera in. Kuvira looked at her before turning her attention back on the table. As aera asked her about the meeting. She gave of a slight smirk before responding"It was fine, just talking about conflicts and loyalty... Funny thing loyalty. Some people can act the part so well just to backstab you in the end." She glanced at ser gale who soon closed the door prior to looking back to Aera.


"I know what your doing Area. In fact I knew for a while, just played dumb and naïve to see how far you'd go and must I say how 'cunning' you were. But then again what more could I expect from a lying bitch like you." Thoughout her speech her tone changed from intimidation to sarcasm from time to time. Making it unclear what her emotions where at the time. She took a sip from her wine once again. Looking making her maniacal grin more revealing.
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The Rookery, Red Keep


POV: Vladan (Past)

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The old Bolton felt his ego grow as Gelgin complimented him. 'Men of intelligence often recognize each other.' An unconscious grin grew, an ugly one revealing the rotten teeth he often hid. "The Stark's have the advantage of size, aye, and as you say it's a disadvantage too. But White Harbor and the Reed's may mount a force early to secure passage down south." The fears on the Tyrell loyalties were unfounded, in Vladan's eyes. Though if they did wage war on the Throne the Grand Maester would make for a Free City, whisking away as much of the royal family as he could manage. "Lord Walder can barely control his wife and lords. They won't provide us a solid support. Mayhaps at keeping the North at bay, but the Reach against us assures defeat." He seemed less phased by the outcome, largely thanks to the impracticality of it all.


"If the Lannisters and Martell's join us in battle alongside the Vale and Tully's, we may win. . Dorne's best when defending, though. The Lannister's control a land through fear and violence. Turncloaks could become a problem if we begin losing battles." A raven squawked loudly, interrupting the maester, taking his attention as well. "As the new Hand, you may need to look to ensure alliances with these lords. . Wed Maeryn's son to the lady of Dorne, the heir to Highgarden is likewise unwed. Send Aerea to the Tyrell boy. He is sickly, but if he can plant a seed in her garden, we're not likely to lose them."


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Aerea's face dropped. "W-What?" How... how could she possibly know!? Aerea tried to compose herself, but it wasn't going too well. She had begun to sweat in her grey and red gown.


"Kuvira, I... I don't know what you are talking about. I am loyal to you. I always have been. You're my sister!" Aerea lied. Although a part of her was quite sincere. Aerea had never really plotted against any of her sisters. She just thought about it. The flames of the fire now got weaker- darkening the room Aerea and Kuvira sat in.


@Robyn Banks
 



Kuvira watched her sister. Her smile remaining on her face. Her sister trembling in fear of what she knew, though it felt wrong to she felt satisfied. "Oh really now? Is that ehy you are acting in such a way? I think if you were innocent at least you would act more... Refined." She placed her cup on the table, adjusting herself to become for comfortable.


"And you continue to lie to me. Pity. How about we make this more interesting. I brought a little guest to accompany us. You will be glad to see him." She turned to ser gale before commanding. "Be a dear and let him in. I think he's been waiting long enough." The knight nodded before opening the door.


Two guards men dragged in a man who was bruised but continue to fight, his head was covered with a bag until one of the guards revealed who it was. Ser James. Kuvira watched Aera's reaction to seeing him in such a state.


"We're going to play a game. James here is going to be your whipping boy. If you lie to me or say anything I don't take to fondly, he will be punished for it. So if you care for this man as I think you do, you will cooperate." She took up her glass of wine once again and took a long sip.




"When did you begin to think you were suitable for the throne and I wasn't?"



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Lordsport, Pyke, The Iron Isles





As Siegfried hears his name called by none over than the King of the Iron Isles himself a smile long forgotten appears on Siegfried face it felt like his first time setting foot on a boat again, he turned to face King Greyjoy and announced to him.


"King Greyjoy, I have been told that the Iron Islands are in a state of war... my men sail under your name and go where your command, you must merely give a command and my fleet shall follow." Siegfried pauses to kneel, Conn was the only man that Siegfried had ever knelt too and the only man he ever means to kneel to. "What is dead may never die" Siegfried continues looking up at his King.
 
Off the Coast of Fair Isle, The Sunset Sea.





Captain Clarrik Holt braced himself as the Westward Strike rammed itself directly against the closest Ironborn ship, smashing the vessel's bow into splinters and causing it to take water rapidly.


When the collision occurred, they had picked up enough speed that the raiders aboard on the longship flew into the air at the impact, coming back down to break bones and bodies on to their own deck, or tumbling into the arms of the cursed Drowned God they were all so fond of. The Strike immediately reversed its heading, detaching itself from the wreck of a ship in front of it and letting even more water flood the gaping hole left by the cast steel ram attached to the Lannister ship. Even as the Ironborn warriors came up for air after being thrown overboard, the soldiers on the Strike's deck already had their weapons readied, firing arrows and bolts as the Ironborn emerge from the foams and polluting the water with blood and corpses. Others had melee weapons on hand, in case one of the raiders got close enough to begin pulling themselves on board.


Everywhere around them, similar events occurred. The Lannister ships followed the new tactics drilled by Lord Edwyn, with one ship sailing to the side to cut the oars of the longships then pinning them while another smash into it with their rams. More bodies flew into the sea or crashed down on to the various wooden structures of both Lannister and Ironborn ships. Over to the right of Holt, one of the Lannister ships missed its target, overshooting the longship and sailing past it. The raiders, seeing a chance, proceeded to latched grappling hooks onto it, dragging themselves or the ship closer and beginning rip it apart with anything they could get their hands on. Even as Holt watched though, another Lannisport ship raced forward to bring relief to the besieged vessel.


Overall, the surprised achieved had been more or less what they had hoped. The battle was going their way, with the numbers advantage as well as the element of surprise. They would soon controll the waters around Fair Isles. No ship will enter or exit without their permission. Holt watched as one of the longships disengaged in order to retreat, only to get speared in the midsection by another fast moving warship with a lion painted on to the sails. He smiled. The troops were eager to prove themselves, and they had a particular distaste for the Ironborn Raiders. Perhaps it was the generations of pillaging and predatory behavior from them, but each of the men's eyes on board the Strike contained a certain hatred.


Holt pondered upon this even as he turned and sliced horizontally with his sword, decapitating the head of a raider who tried to sneak up behind him by climbing the side of the ship, sending his headless body falling back down to the surfs below.


On Approach to Fair Isles, the Sunset Sea.





Martyn watched from his ship's deck at the closer seaborne battle to his left, and the port of Fair Isles directly in front of him, a bit further away. They had taken a good part of the night and early morning to catch up to the first strike force, but now their destination was at hand. Aboard every ship, landing parties put on their armor and sharpened their weapons for the fight ahead. By his estimation they outnumbered the raiders quite a bit, probably even more so when the Ironborn sees them and turns tail to run. Still, every man looked prepared to either kill the enemy on land or trap them in the seas between their ground forces and the fleet decimating the enemy's right now. Martyn's ship was near the rear of the formation, though unlike all the other ships, this one solely transported him and a group of Lionsguard that would make up his battlefield entourage.


As the corpses on the port became clear, the Mountain Lion grabbed the broadsword on his back, and bared its fangs.


Red Keep, King's Landing, Crownlands.


Tiber, along with Wilhelm and their party made their way to the stables, unmolested by anyone, lord or otherwise. Of course they maintained a quick pace, not one fast enough to arise suspicion, but of men with a destination in mind and a task at hand. The servants and even men-at-arms began saddling the horses at once, while Tiber and Wilhelm waiting outside, surrounded by diligent Lionsguards and other knights as well as the remaining men-at-arms. Within half an hour they were ready to go, and Tiber mounted his steed while Wilhelm did the same with his. All others though either carried an extra passenger in form of a house servant or extra luggage they took with them. Ser Tidus' horses remained within the stables along with the six Lionsguards' steed. They would serve as a distraction when the reality of the situation had been discovered, and the Gold Cloaks would be too busy searching for the remaining Lannisters to chase after the convoy. At least that was the idea.


Checking and confirming once more that everyone was ready, Tiber rode out of the main gates of Red Keep, down the fair way that led from Aegon's High Hill straight towards the Gate of the Gods, with Wilhelm at his side and the rest of the delegation just a step behind him.


Astris Baratheon's Room, King's Landing, Crownlands.





For a moment the girl looked stunned, but then she began undressing and changed into the outfit Tidus tossed to her. The girl was very pretty and stirred a reaction from the Lionsguard commander. However Tidus quickly used the steel discipline drilled into him to force the emotions away. The mission was dangerous enough without something else compromising it. When Astris finished and looked to him for instructions, he went over to the bed, ripped the sheets off of it, and shoved them into the space at the bottom of the door, before ushering the girl out into the hallway and closing the door behind him. Locking it, the sheets should soak up any blood the show leak towards the door frame, prevent it from flowing into the hallway and buying them extra precious minutes. He looked around and almost shouted at the hooded figure of the Asshai assassin next to them.


Grabbing the nearest Lionsguard to steady him before they accidentally shout and give the game away, Tidus looked to the hooded man. "Well?"


Strider just turned began walking as he replied, "follow me."


Tidus pushed the girl gently towards the man, though she seemed reluctant to follow at first. Tidus however went over to the far end of the corridor and got the attention of two Gold Cloaks. "Hey, guards!" The two looked at him dumbly before coming over.


"Yes ser? How may we assist?" Tidus gestured back to where Astris' door was, and held out the keys in his hands.


"Some of your colleagues apparently decided to abandon their posts in favor for some entertainment for the day. They even dropped the keys to door behind on the floor! Thankfully I checked on the poor Baratheon girl inside and you can count your luck that no one tried to take advantage of her, else the Stag will most likely kill every last man, woman and children in this city when he arrives. Here." He handed the keys over to the guards who looked embarrassed. One of them spoke up.


"We will report this lack of discipline to our commander immediately! Rest assured Ser they will be punished!"


Tidus nodded. "Good, I must be off. Oh and one more thing. Lady Astris asked me to ensure her convey this message: She's a bit shaken up by the situation she's found herself in, especially how close she came to possibly losing her virtue due to the lapse of security when I informed her of what had transpired. Therefore she would like some privacy and while you are under no obligation to obey her, I understand that as good, upstanding men of the Seven you are, you would leave the girl to her rest until her next meal, won't you?" He smiled and patted on one of the soldier's shoulders, who crisply saluted.


"Aye ser! We will."


"Good lads, you truly are the finest city watch in Westeros, Lannisport be damned." Tidus smiled before turning around, taking a few steps forward.


"Ser! Wait!" He froze and nearly reached for his sword. Still the Lionsguard Commander turned with a curious look on his face.


"What is it?" The men together saluted him once more.


"Safe journey back to the Westerlands ser!" Tidus' face fell into a smile, he reached into his pocket, grabbed a dragon and flipped it to the soldier.


"And a pleasant time after your shifts tonight gentlemen." With that the Lionsguard Commander went in the direction where the others did moments ago, only to turn a few corners and finding one of his men waving him over from a seemingly random hole in the wall. Tidus walked quickly over and inside the dim under bowels of the Red Keep, while the knight behind him shut the passageway by pushing the entrance close, turning the opening into a plain wall once again.


After climbing down several flights of stairs and ladders, the group came out of a nondescript cave just out of sight from the ports of King's Landing and began making their way towards the Gate of the Gods from outside of the walls.
 
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Aerea felt sick to her stomach as the beaten man was revealed to be Ser James Thorne. Her lover. Aerea looked at her sister. You bitch, you evil bitch- I will make you rue this day, I-- Her thoughts were interrupted by Ser James's groan. He looked angry, yet defeated at the same time. Aerea looked at her cup of wine and gently pushed it away from her.


She felt as if someone stuck a dagger in her stomach and wouldn't stop twisting it. I cannot do this. I can. I cannot. I can. Aerea took a small breath. "I thought about myself sitting upon your throne several times. When I was just a child."


A lie.


Forgive me, my knight.





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Pyke, The Iron Islands


"What is dead may never die." Conn sang. He smiled at Siegfried. "Aye, Harlaw. The Iron Islands are at war with Westeros." Conn looked around the port, it was night- but it was busy. This may even be the last time I lay my eyes on this horrible fucking harbor.


"I want you and your fleet to sail on The Shield Islands. We'll conquer the islands, hold 'em for a time, and then I will leave and head elsewhere whilst you and my men hold it as long as you possibly can."


It was a dangerous plan. But Conn had faith in Siegfried Harlaw, and his crew.


@Lancelot
 



Kuvira face turned more stern, gestured towards her guards. Who began to punch him causing him to bleed. "And you still lie. If you really only thought about it several times as a child This wouldn't have happen. If your going to lie at least make it reasonable. Your despicable, I've treated you with love and compassion always looking out for you and this is how you repay me? Like this! Maybe you should out that on the list of reasons you shouldn't be queen. Your a liar and you won't stop even if a person puts the people you love on the line." The men began stop.blood running down james' face as he looked at aera with his one good eye. Kuvira turned to James. "She's won't save you, she too selfish to think about others. She would rather you burn in hell than tell her secrets." She turned to her sister with a smirk. "I can be here all day if I have to and trust me darling, I'm not suffering. So let's try that question again."
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Aerea held back her tears. I will not cry. "S-Stop." She stuttered. "I have never lied to you. I swear it on The Seven. I am not a liar. I..." James interrupted her. "P-P--Please..." He ached. Aerea looked at his face. His beautiful face. He had always been a handsome man. And his lips...


Aerea remembered his kiss from earlier. When he woke her up and looked at her, the way he did. His lower lip was now gushing red. As red as my hair. The fire popped quietly.


Ser Kristoph Upcliff shut Ser James up with his fist. He's being beaten by his brothers.


"STOP!" Aerea yelped. She looked at her sister, fiercely. "I am not lying to you. I WOULD NEVER!" Aerea screamed. She had lost all of her composure now. What little she had anyway. "Just, please- stop hurting him. I'm being truthful."


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