Chapter 80 - It's Time to Act.
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Third Person POV.
Kingsland.
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Our hero, our hero claims a warrior's heart
I tell you, I tell you the Dragonborn comes
With a Voice wielding power of the ancient Nord art
Believe, believe the Dragonborn comes
It's an end to the evil, of all Skyrim's foes
Beware, beware the Dragonborn comes
For the darkness has passed and the legend yet grows
You'll know, you'll know the Dragonborn's come
Dragonborn, Dragonborn, by your honor you swore
To keep evil forever at bay!
And the fiercest foes will flee when they hear your triumphant roar—
Dragonborn, for your blessing we pray!
Hear now, sons of snow, of an ancient age come forth,
And the tale, boldly told, of Him!
But one day shall rise, when the Black Dragon's lies
Are silenced forever—and then!
Fair Skyrim shall be free from Alduin's maw!
Dragonborn, Dragonborn, by your honor you swore
To keep evil forever at bay!
And the fiercest foes will flee when they hear your triumphant roar—
Dragonborn, for your blessing we pray!
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"The ballad played in the middle of one of the city's squares, while some people gathered around to listen to the strange song until the end. It wasn't the first time they had heard such music, but they were certainly captivated by the voice they heard in each of the words, better than any bard like no other.
In recent days, a series of bards across the city had begun singing this specific song. No one understood where it had come from or who this 'Dragonborn' was. When questioned about the song's origins, the bards only informed that they had been paid to play it after learning it from a strange man who taught them, paying them to perform it in their shows.
This ballad quickly took over King's Landing, echoing through every corner. No one found it odd at first—after all, most of the time, the song was played in the streets of Flea Bottom. However, when people began ignoring the urgency of rumors and the messages left all over the city did not cease, they started to truly listen to the song.
After more than a week, the song was finally mentioned to the king. The moment the song reached the part that spoke of the 'Dragonborn,' Robert exploded with rage, declaring that the Targaryens were behind it. To him, this only confirmed the theory that someone wanted to restore the rule of dragons, and the song was a direct mockery aimed at them.
Swiftly, the guards began arresting the bards who sang the song. But even then, there was always another who would take up the melody, further fascinating the population. Now, they knew that the song was forbidden by the king—the same king about whom rumors claimed was being deceived by the queen, who supposedly lay with her brother.
Moreover, the people were beginning to notice the weakening of the kingdom. Robert was bankrupting Westeros, and new rumors claimed that the fat king was living off tributes and exploiting the people. This began to create a terrible reputation for Robert, as it was obvious he continued holding tournaments recently while food was becoming increasingly expensive, along with taxes. Complaints spread throughout the city. By this point, the kingdom's financial crisis was no longer confined to the council.
"Quick! Find that bard!"
A group of city watch soldiers rushed toward the square, only to find a crowd gathered. The bard had vanished.
"Where is he?! Where is that wretch?!" Janos Slynt, the leader of the city watch, exclaimed, looking around in search of the one who had sung the song forbidden by the king.
"We don't know, sir. He simply disappeared like a ghost... But we've never heard a voice so beautiful!" said some of the people present.
"Damn it! Who is this cursed fool spreading this song?" Janos Slynt couldn't hide his irritation. The king and queen were displeased with his incompetence, as he had only managed to capture people who made no difference, while the rumors persisted, and he could soon lose his position.
Meanwhile, a hooded man walked through the city's alleys after leaving that square. He allowed himself a small smile.
Jon had been creating chaos for two weeks. He was weakening all the trust the city had in its king and the council. Yesterday, small protests had begun to emerge, with people shouting insults over all the rumors they had heard, along with their outrage at seeing innocent people dragged to the dungeons.
"Well... enough of just watching. It's time to act." Jon murmured to himself as he analyzed the effects he had sown throughout the capital. He had planted enough seeds. Perhaps it was time to take a step forward.
As dusk approached, he entered the Red Keep once again.
And quickly, he was already inside the Red Keep.
"We need to do something quickly!" exclaimed the queen, distressed in her chamber."
"But... putting this in the king's drink?" murmured a young man in bed, hesitant.
"Do we have a choice? All of this is destroying us! Soon, these lies will be believed as truth!" Cersei growled, furious.
The young man beside her hesitated. He was naked, covered by a blanket, lying in the queen's bed. He was none other than Lancel Lannister, the king's squire.
He knew exactly what he was doing. After all, the rumors were true. Cersei slept not only with her brother Jaime but also with her cousin.
"You have no other choice! Either do it, or we will all be killed here in King's Landing! Is that what you want? Robert will not spare you, and you know it. I will confess that I slept with you. Is that what you want?" She snarled at the young man, who looked at her with hesitation and fear.
"Okay... fine... I'll do it." He stammered, his voice still nervous.
"Excellent! Tomorrow, he is going on a hunt. I want you to give him the altered drink so that he suffers an accident in the forest."
She spoke coldly. She had convinced the king to go on this hunt. Now, she only needed to ensure he had the "misfortune" of getting hurt.
She spoke again, looking directly at him. "And remember, if he isn't gravely injured... I want you to finish the job."
Her words made Lancel Lannister pale even more.
'This is quite interesting.' Jon thought, hidden behind the walls, listening to the entire conversation. At his feet, two children lay unconscious. He had knocked them out after finding them spying.
By now, Jon knew all the secret passages of the Red Keep. He amused himself by listening to conversations here and there. Now, it seemed the king was about to die at the hands of his adulterous wife.
He silently followed the tunnels until he spotted Varys. The eunuch looked worried as he signed some papers.
Jon could feel the fear in him, visible in the sweat on his face. He realized that Varys was in a difficult position. Everything that had been exposed about him in the past few days had put him in danger. He had helped the Targaryens, knew too much, and if Robert remained in power, he could be eliminated soon. Now, to save himself, he even seemed willing to help the queen kill him, which was why he had spoken with her that morning about the hunt.
Jon observed a little longer but saw nothing he considered useful. So, he proceeded with his own plans.
He stopped when he found the crown prince, Joffrey, and his cousin just meeting.
"Crown prince..." murmured Sansa as she encountered him after crossing the corridor.
"What is it?" Joffrey immediately growled.
He was being affected from all sides by the accusations that he was a bastard—something unthinkable for him. Every day, he pleaded with his mother, who ordered the capture and torture of anyone spreading these "treasonous slanders." Countless people were being arrested, many innocent, which only increased the people's outrage.
But the rumors did not cease. From time to time, in different parts of the city, someone would publicly shout: "The crown prince is a bastard of incest!" And no one had been able to stop it.
This made Joffrey hate the person responsible even more, even without knowing who they were. According to his father, the culprits were the Targaryens, and every day Robert spoke of the "Targaryen whore" who still lived.
Additionally, rumors about the prince's cruelty had begun to surface, claiming he enjoyed torturing people and animals. The people were already murmuring that, when he ascended the throne, Westeros would face a true nightmare.
Perhaps this explained his foul mood that day. When Sansa tried to approach him, he only looked at her with contempt.
She was his future wife—or at least she was supposed to be. But now he was beginning to hate her too. After all, his mother suggested that Lord Stark was behind the rumors, trying to seize power. Seeing Sansa only enraged him further.
Behind him, Sandor moved silently, while Jeyne Poole stood beside Sansa as her lady-in-waiting. Sansa shuddered at the prince's scream and tried to remedy the situation.
"My prince... I hope these rumors have not affected you. I know that whoever is behind this will soon pay for such injustice." She murmured in a sweet tone, trying to calm him.
But that only enraged him even more.
"So you believe the rumors too, don't you?! That I am a bastard?! You whore!"
Sansa didn't even have time to react before feeling the slap crack against her face.
Joffrey struck her hard, making Sansa jump in fright and look horrified at the scene. She collapsed to the floor, stunned, while Jeyne Poole stared at her, paralyzed by shock.
Joffrey then drew his dagger and pointed it at Sansa.
"Do not dare speak of this in front of me again! Otherwise, I will put your father's head on a spike in front of the castle!"
He exclaimed furiously. The two girls seemed petrified, frozen in place.
The young prince stormed off with heavy steps, leaving the scene. Sandor Clegane, who had watched in silence, only glanced at Sansa for a moment before following the prince.
Later, in the King's Tower, Ned learned of what had happened that night during dinner. When he saw his daughter's face, he was outraged and made her confess what had occurred.
"I will not accept such a thing! I will speak with Robert immediately!"
He said, furious, while his daughters looked at him in surprise.
"No, please, don't do that! I will be queen!"
Sansa murmured, almost pleading.
Ned looked at her, horrified. Even after what had happened, she still thought about becoming queen rather than the fact that her betrothed had struck her in such a way.
He sighed, exhausted. King's Landing was no longer safe for any of them.
"Perhaps it is time we return to the North."
He murmured, feeling the chaos consuming the city. It was not only Joffrey and the Lannisters he needed to fear. Jon was on the loose, spreading chaos everywhere, stirring up the entire viper's nest at once, and with each passing day, the council was crumbling from within. It wouldn't take long before people started killing each other in court.
A pleading voice broke his thoughts.
'Promise me, Ned...'
Lyanna's voice unsettled him. She had been appearing in his mind frequently over the past week.
He looked at Sansa. His daughter seemed determined. But Ned could not allow this to continue.
"Tomorrow, when Robert returns from the hunt, I will report this. Whether you like it or not, Sansa, your betrothal to the prince will not happen."
He declared firmly, knowing that he was truly confirming that the children were not of royal blood.
"What?! No, father! You can't do this!"
She screamed, desperate.
"Sansa!"
Ned scolded her sternly, but she did not listen. She simply ran from the table, crying.
Arya remained seated, her shoulders tense.
"Is it that dangerous, father?"
She asked, her voice filled with concern.
Ned nodded slowly.
"Yes. Very dangerous."
It was all he could say.
The next day, King Robert departed for his hunt with a small entourage, leaving through the city gates and heading south toward the King's Wood.
Everything seemed normal as they ventured deeper into the forest, continuing forward while a Kingsguard knight accompanied him along with his squire, some servants, and guards. All he wanted was to relax for a while.
"That damned woman even told me I shouldn't go hunting… Who does she think she is to give orders to the king?"
Robert growled, recalling Cersei's audacity—unaware that she was using reverse psychology on him.
His kingdom was beginning to fall into ruins. He had become a drunkard who spent all his time with whores. Now, everything was collapsing, and all he could think about was the damned last Targaryen.
They continued searching for anything to hunt as they advanced deeper into the forest. In his foul mood, Robert kept drinking, becoming increasingly drunk and dizzy, while the nervous Lancel Lannister continued serving him.
"Where are those damned animals?!"
He exclaimed, finding it strange that they had not encountered anything yet.
Until they spotted the first wild boar in the distance, moving ahead.
"Quick, let's catch it!!"
He shouted as he tried to run as fast as his obese body allowed.
His servants and guards followed as he pushed forward.
"Aren't we going too far?"
Lancel murmured with some fear, as they had never ventured this deep before—animals always appeared much earlier.
"Shut up and go where the king commands."
The Kingsguard knight, Ser Meryn Trant, said finally, following along. He was there under the queen's orders, tasked with ensuring that Robert was gravely injured—or helping to make it happen if necessary.
They kept pursuing the only animal they had spotted in this place, unaware of how deep they had ventured into the King's Wood.
"He's close, I can feel it!"
The king shouted excitedly as they pressed forward.
Suddenly, Robert stopped. He was drunk, but he felt that something had changed.
"Wait!"
He exclaimed as everyone looked around at the forest. Everything was eerily silent, silent enough that even the Kingsguard reached for his sword.
Then it came.
"ROOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOAAAAAAAAAAAAARRRRRR!!!"
A monstrous roar suddenly echoed, making everyone immediately jump in fright.
"W-what the hell was that..."
Robert murmured, his eyes wide, while everyone around him tensed, wondering if a monster lurked in the forest.
And so, the hunt begins!
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Raccoon Here: I was going to include everything in this chapter, but since there will be many details—after all, Jon is going to meet Robert for the first time in the next chapter—I won't summarize this encounter.
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Chapter 85 - The traitor.
Chapter 90 - He is not my problem.
Chapter 100 - Cleaning out the Tully vaults.
Chapter 109 - Uncle Benjen.
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