163
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299 AC
The North - Winterfell
Robb Stark
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I rub my brow as I reread the message from Kingslanding once more and feel my heart beating in my chest like a drum. My Father has apparently stolen away the two youngest children of the Dowager Queen Cersei Lannister. This is what his warnings were sent for, so we would be able to defend ourselves when her rage sends troops to the North to find her children.
If he even did it, but then why would he have sent the warning beforehand unless he meant to do something that would require the men raised? We should have plenty of time for the men to move to Moat Cailin and get ready for the Queen's wrath.
But that does not answer why he did what he did, I can see no reason other than he felt it was necessary but why would it be? To take them away from their family is an act of treason and he would have no reason to. They are his dead friend's children and yet he 'stole' them, I can see no reason for it.
Unless he felt he is protecting them, which I might could see my Father doing.
I will just have to pray he makes it here safely so I can ask him myself, but this is a bad time for him to be committing treason. The war the Targaryens are sure to bring will be upon Westeros soon enough and now we will be made enemies with the Lannisters and Baratheons. This might as well have thrown our support in with the Targaryens, which in honesty I am not against.
The last Stark king knelt for a reason, and that reason can fly and spit flames to melt castles and will soon be reclaiming what 'belongs' to it.
"Maester Luwin, I will be sending ravens to my grandfather in the Riverlands... make sure the raven is prepared." He nods with an odd look on his face, likely having already seen the contents of the letter I just read.
I need to see what my Grandfather is planning with recent events, the Riverlands are our strongest allies and are just beneath the Neck. If armies come North they will be coming through the Riverlands and I need to know what he will be doing as they do. I am sure the Vale will be doing something as well...
"I will be sending a raven to the Eyrie as well." The old Maester nods over his shoulder and keeps heading for the door.
Gods I never thought I would have to deal with something like this so soon, what is my Father trying to do to me?
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299 AC
Iron Islands - Pyke
Balon Greyjoy
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Dragons on the move and Stags going to there graves...
The time for the Kraken to rise is upon us once more, to take it with the Iron price as is in our blood. To capture castles on green lands as we once had, to take the most beautiful maidens as our salt wives. It has never been a better time then now, with this recent development of a wolfs betrayal, we are out of there minds and eyes.
We can strike them harder than ever before while they claw at each other and we can send them to the drowned god before they even know what is happening.
The only problem I can see is the whispers of dragons in the Summer Isles, my fleet being burnt is the last thing I want. I can crown myself once more but I expect for the dragons to take it from upon my brow during there new conquest.
It is cowardly to sit back and do nothing when this god sent opportunity presents itself, dragons or no. But that does not mean I will sail to my defeat, not again will I taste the bitterness and sit in my empty hall. So a new plan must be made, something that will see the Iron born take what they want and also keep what we take.
I will send word to the Martells and make a deal with the Targaryens through them, in the mean time we will move on the green landers. By the time a deal is made we will have lands taken through the iron price and we will keep them. If we wait for a deal first then we will get nothing but if we take before anything can be hammered out we will stand to gain everything.
They can not kick us out after we just 'helped' them after all, it would set there allies on edge.
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299 AC
Crownlands - Dragonstone
Stannis Baratheon
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Kinvara.
The red woman has been persistent in her attempts to convince me I am the hero of her religion. Even when Essos sings songs of Eragon Targaryen she comes to me and tells me they are all wrong. Shows me things in the flames I have always wanted and never could have, my dreams made true through fire.
Eragon Targaryen is a fake she tells me, she saw me in the flames and wants me to pull Lightbringer from the fires before the men on Dragonstone. But I must burn the sept and show R'hllor I have chosen to accept my place as his Prince.
Somehow my wife is onboard with all of this and is even trying to convince me it is what I was meant for. I know not if it is true, but with my brother dead and me sitting on this lifeless rock when I should be sitting in Storms End, I do know I am angry. I am angry I was sent here to squat on this worthless rock and waste away as punishment for something out of my hands. Yet our baby brother who would be dead without me giving him my food as I starved in Storms End under the siege, he sits on the chair meant for me.
Robert got the Iron throne and Renly got the Storm Kings throne, yet I get this old dead rock.
Maybe there is something I can do to see my desires achieved, but I doubt it is in the flames. Though it may come with the flames, even if he is a liar or the truth, they will be coming and I will be expected to fight and die. Even if we beat the Targaryens at best I will return to this rock and waste away, at worst I am sent somewhere else to waste away.
No that will not do, I deserve better for my efforts.
I deserve the seat I fought to hold against the dragons and the return of the dragons just might be what will get me it. Not a light bringing sword or a red woman, no instead it will be the liar. I do not care for the visions, I want what is mine by birthright after my older brother moved on to be a King and now meets his grave.
Storms End will be mine.
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299 AC
Kingslanding
Cersei Lannister
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The damned Stark, how dare he touch my son and daughter?!
Tossing the vase against the wall is shatters just as the wolf's head will when I get my hands upon him. The trails have split and they can not find him or his men but I know they will not get far. He will head for Riverrun if I had to guess, his good Father is there and I already have heard of men being raised to arms.
The North the Vale and the Riverlands all taking up swords now that my 'husband' has died and left all this on my lap. The dumb brute and his trust for his 'brother by choice' and look what good it has done him. Betrayed and my poor kids will likely be sold to the dragons so they can keep there lands.
"I WONT HAVE IT!" I smash the chair down and its legs break off.
My Mother sent her condolences and is headed to Kingslanding to see me through these hard times. But I want no pity, I want my children back and I want all of these traitors' heads on spikes. I want the walls of Kingslanding decorated with heads, all of the heads of those who turned on us, and the Dragons as well.
A pang of envy runs through me as memories of the past surge through my mind but I push them down. I am over those times, I will not think about how I was meant to be Queen to a different King and be happy. Not like anything can be done about it now, those times are long gone.
But that does not mean I will let anything else I have been taken from me, I won't trust these betrayers anymore. My family is the only ones who can be trusted but even then they are fools. None of this would be a problem if Jaime did not fuck the whore and fall in love, then run off with the other whore and her children. If he killed them and hunted down his whore we would not be here, his bastard would not be taunting me from across the sea.
I need to get my son under control soon, he needs to see what I see and understand the threat we are under. My Father will defeat the enemy's armies and slay their dragons as I teach my son to be a the good King I know he will be. I will hold the true power for him until he is ready and then I will have gotten back at the whores and traitors when we still sit on the Throne in the end.
But first I need to pull my son's face out of whatever ass he has it buried in this time. Took the worst and best of his Father and it grates on me but at least he has some of my minds when it counts. It will be what will carry him through and make him a cut above the rest. To surpass even the likes of the Old King and etch his name into history.
His coronation is soon and he will need to be married for a strong alliance and all this will need to be done before our enemies cut off our chance. The Tyrells are the best available option and the only ones we know for sure have not turned cloak on us other than family. I will summon their family and negotiate the marriage of their golden rose to my golden stag, the perfect match. Then with the two richest families in Westeros, we will defeat our enemies and stand upon their corpses.
Who needs a cock when it only slows down the mind, I will win us this war myself and keep all of my family alive.