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—Westeros, The North, Winterfell, Eddard Stark's Solar, 291 AC—
[Eddard Stark POV]
I read the letter I got from Maester Luwin. It seems that not everything is going well for Robert up in King's Landing.
Should I write him a letter talking about my experiences with raising Rob and Jon? Just as I thought that, a knock came from the door.
"Come in," I said to see Ser Rodrik Cassel, Catelyn walk in with a furious look on her face as she held Jon by the arm, who just looked down at the ground as I looked into his eyes.
"So what is going on here? And Cate, let go of Jon." I said as I looked at all of them, I could feel my eyebrow raise in curiosity.
"This little Bas..." Cate was about to call Jon a bastard, but I gave her a stern look that stopped her immediately.
"The boy was in the yard with Robb playing with wooden swords when he attacked him so hard that he fell on the ground and injured his wrist," Cate said as he pointed a finger at Jon, who seemed to curl in on himself.
"Rodrick, is this true?" I asked because if it is, this will not be tolerated, but it is also normal for accidents to happen when sparing.
"Not exactly, my lord, Robb and Jon were in the yard playing with swords, just swinging them randomly till young Robb asked Jon to spar a bit and he obliged, and so as lady Catelyn said they spared, and I don't think Jon understood his strength all that well and injured Robb."
Rodrick said, backing up Cate, but adding more details that she left out, but Jon did hurt Robb, and for that, he needs to be punished, but not harshly.
"Ok, Jon, you will be punished with publicly apologizing to Robb and not being able to go and play outside for a few moons, ok," I said, while Cate looked like she was about to say something. I raised my hand, and that kept her silent.
"I do, lord Father," Jon said as he looked me in the eye for the first time he walked in here.
"Ok, now that this is all over. You may go, I have a letter to write." I said as I picked up a pen and paper to write to Robert about my advice on raising kids.
Cate looked like she wanted more, but a nursing maid walked up to her and probably told her something about Sansa or Arya, and she left, but not before giving a look to Jon, who left with Ser Rodrick.
—Essos, Lys, A Random Person's Home Near the Pleasure Houses, 291 AC—
[Third Person POV]
'This is an insult beyond bearing. I am the rightful King of the Seven Kingdoms, and yet I am made to dwell in such a place.'
So thought Viserys Targaryen as he lay upon the narrow bed, the faint scent of salt and wine in the air.
Beside him, his sister Daenerys slept soundly, undisturbed, while from beyond the thin walls came the muffled sounds of indulgence from the pleasure buildings next to the one he is in.
Careful not to wake her, Viserys slipped from the bed and moved with quiet steps from the room. They had only just arrived in Lys, carried across the sea by borrowed ships, granted audience with a magister whose smiles had not reached his eyes. Promises had been spoken, yet none had felt secure.
He walked down the narrow stairs in search of wine or water, something to steady his thoughts, but stopped in place as voices reached him from the adjoining chamber. He stepped back into the shadows and listened.
"What are we to do with the Targaryens?" one of the men asked, his voice low and uncertain.
A second answered, laced with a cruel amusement. "I don't know, maybe sell the girl. A pure-blooded Targaryen would fetch a fine price. Of course… I would need to check the product first."
A loud smacking sound followed as another struck him. "Are you stupid or something? A pure Targaryen is worth far more untouched than a sullied one."
"Aye, aye, I hear you," the first replied with a muttered curse. "We'll take them while they sleep. No need to rush, give it time."
Viserys felt the blood drain from his face, though his eyes burned with fury.
Slowly, and without a sound, he backed up and returned to the chamber above. He crossed to the bed and shook Daenerys gently from her deep sleep.
"Ummm, Brother… what is it?" she murmured, rubbing sleep from her eyes, her gaze soft and trusting as she looked at him.
"Dany," he said, his voice low but urgent, "we must leave. Now."
He gave no further explanation; there was no time for it. He lifted her into his arms, and he moved swiftly through the back passage, slipping into the night unseen.
They ran.
Through narrow streets and dark alleys, past shuttered doors and dim lantern light, Viserys did not slow. Not until the harbor came into view, filled with many masts swaying against the dark sky.
There, with what coin and desperation he possessed, he secured passage upon a vessel bound for elsewhere, anywhere but Lys.
Only once the ship had cast off and the city faded into the distance did his blood finally calm down, returning to normal.
Yet within him, something bitter took root for his baby sister.
For though he had saved them both, a cruel thought lingered unbidden; 'had he been alone, no man would dare think to sell a king.'
[??? POV]
—Westeros, King's Landing, The Red Keep, 291 AC—
The wall everywhere and anywhere had ears, and tonight, I will be hearing all the little whisperers from across the world.
I smoothed the silk of my robes, as the scent of lavender did little to mask the smell of rot wafting from the Blackwater.
In my hand, a small scrap of parchment, delivered by one of my little birds who had sent it all the way from Lys, told a harrowing tale of a narrow escape.
The little dragon and his little sister were on the run again; it was just so predictable. Viserys always had a temperament, but this time it was not his fault.
I wanted them to stay a bit longer to find some peace before going on the run again, but it seems that will not happen
But it was the happenings within these castle walls that concerned me more.
I watched from the shadows as Prince Axel was attacked by his own brother, no less or half-brother this hopfully won't make him like his father or worse, his mother.
He always had everything that Joffrey lacked, and his calculating mind behind his eyes reminded me of his terrifying yet brilliant grandfather at Casterly Rock.
Lord Tywin hoped for a competent Lannister on the throne; I feared he might actually get one. A cruel king like Joffrey is a problem that will eventually solve itself.
Yet a competent king, like Axel, however, is much harder to uproot, and nor will I allow it, for now, he may just bring stability to the realm.
"The lion and stag fought, and while the lion won this bout, let's see if it will win the others," I whispered to myself in the empty corridor.
Lord Stark's letter had arrived this morning, full of Northern honor and fatherly advice for a King who preferred hunting boars, drinking wine, and fucking whores to raising sons.
Oh, Poor Eddard Stark.
He was trying to heal a gash overflowing with blood in the realm with a needle and thread, unaware that the Martells were sharpening their spears in the sandy lands of the South.
I felt a faint hint of amusement as Cersei was panicking, Tywin was plotting, and the dragons were starving in Essos.
"The board is set," I murmured, my voice a soft, not manly sound at all against the cold stone, when my little birds find that thing, I will get to have my fun.
"Now, we see which piece moves first."
I turned, disappearing into a hidden passage behind a painting. There were more whispers and secrets to be collected, and the moon was still high.
After all, the realm must be served.
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