All Right, you lot! Time to cast my hat into this whirlpool of GoT fic's. Only this time, I'm going to bring a character into this fucked up world to bring some GODDAMN sense in this ladder of chaos. Oh God, I just quoted one of the characters I hate most in this world. Anyway's, as you probably guessed, this is a What If story. Normally, I have some reservations about this sort of stories, unless they're well written. (looking at you, Lustonmyfingers.) THIS STORY, is about one the most talked about characters in Game of Thrones, yet one of the LEAST seen. Due to casting and just fucking nonsense, we never actually see the infamous Rhaegar Targaryen till the end of Season 7. And let me tell you something, that just PISSES ME OFF! SO, here's a What If for you loser's that I had HOPED would be on this channel but it either rarely does or it doesn't do it well! SO, LET'S CHANGE THAT, SHALL WE? Are you ready? ('Course ya do. You bloody well clicked on this.) WE IN THIS B***! (Wait. Wait. Wait. Seriously? I can't say b***? Fuck.) Ok, how about: WE IN THIS SHIT! LET'S….GET IIIITTTT!
All he saw at first was darkness. Then a flash of color, with various images and a cacophony of voices flickering in and out of his eyesight and hearing. He saw a boy with dark hair in some sort of cave, lying on a clump of roots while one of his hands grasped a root, with his eyes rolled back into his skull. He heard his father, the same three words echoing in his head: "Burn them all! BURN THEM ALL!" He saw a lone man, standing in what appeared to be a battlefield, his sword in his hands as a oncoming army charged him. He heard another voice, somewhat familiar to him but he couldn't place it, accompanied by another vision, this time of what looked like a brown-skinned woman with her clothing ripped and her head crushed in on itself, lying beside two other corpses that appeared to her children: "I'll kill every Targaryen I'll get my hands on!" He saw many visions in that short span of time. It felt like an eternity, but in reality it was only a couple of hours. After all was said and done, the images was obliterated by a burst of white, and in this whiteness he heard a low voice saying: "Bring Fire and Ice together and wipe away the debt. Or THIS will be your future."
Another vision, this time more prominent and stable, as the witness watched as a...THING, made of ice and leather, with bright blue eyes, walked up the steps leading to the Iron Throne, which was covered in snow and frost. The witness watched as the Thing, grasped a ice greatsword, pulled it out of its sheath and sliced down on the unmanned throne. He half expected the sword to shatter against the Throne that was comprised of the many steel swords, but to his horror the icy blade cut the Iron Throne in half. It turned and looked at a sea of corpses, fresh and ancient, standing upright and looking back at their apparent leader with the same eerie blue eyes. Then suddenly, the Thing looked at the direction of the witness, as if he could see him, and reached out toward him. The witness could FEEL the cold coming from his icy hand and started to breathe puffs of steam. Suddenly, he was pulled out of that dismal vision and was brought back to the calm White. "Who are you? Who am I?" The being was silent for a minute, then answered in the same low voice, "Who I am matter's not, for now. As for who you are; You are Rhaegar Targaryen, Son of Aerys of the House Targaryen, Heir to the Iron Throne, Future King of the Andals, the Rhoynar, and the First Men, Protector of the Seven Kingdoms, The Young Dragon, Husband of two wives, one murdered and one not, Father of three, Two murdered and one not, The Greatest Swordsman in Westeros, second only to Ser Arthur Dayne of Starfell. Son of a murdered father, and Brother to two exiled sibling's. And you will have your vengeance. In this Life or the Next." As Rhaegar listened to the Entity, bits and pieces of his life floated back to his memory. From the first time he opened his eyes to last time he closed them. From the first time wielding a sword, to the last time he pulled it out of his opponent.
All these and more, crammed into Rhaegar's head, until he remembered; his Last Battle: Chaos surged around him, as the screams of the wounded and dying filled air, joined with the clashing of metal, the panicked whinneys of the warrior's steed's surrounded Rhaegar as he staggers around the battlefield. Then, he sees his target. Clad in the familiar colors and sigil of his House, his head protected by a antlered helmet, Robert Baratheon charged Rhaegar, his famous warhammer held aloft, roaring his battlecry. Rhaegar jumped out of the mighty hammer's way as it sped toward him, hitting the bloodsoaked earth below. Rhaegar raised his sword and in attempt to slow Robert's efforts to raise his weapon from the dirt, chopped down on the hammer's hilt, only to be stopped the hammer's steel. Rhaegar looked straight into Robert's eyes through the slit of the helm, and said "Robert! This war is idiotic!" Robert merely growled, and lifted the hammer upwards and parried the Young Dragon's blade. " Even if you win this battle, and if you gain the Throne, Lyanna will never marry you. If you kill me, she will hate you for the rest of your life." "This is all YOUR FAULT, RHAEGAR!" Robert yelled over the din of war. He raised his hammer and charged the Young Dragon, intending on crushing Rhaegar's head. Rhaegar and Robert begun the deadly dance of one-on-one battle, ignoring everything around them and the duo parried, thrusted, swung or just dodging each other's blows. Until, finally, the two stopped to take a breath and to hurl more insults at each other. "YOU TURNED HER AGAINST ME! She was my BETROTHED! MINE! AND MINE ALONE! YOU ALREADY HAVE ELIA! WE WERE FINE! All that changed when you gave her that FUCKING GARLAND!" To Robert's bewilderment, however, Rhaegar started to laugh. FUCKING LAUGH! "Yo-You think THAT'S when she started despising you? At the tourney? HAHAHAHA! Hooo!" Rhaegar said through his barks of laughter, his right hand at his hip. "Th-thank you, I-I needed that." "What-the fuck-are you-talking about." Robert growled. "She told me everything. The drinking. The whores. Your need to hunt everything on a four legs. She did, at a time, fancy you, but your bloodlust and drive to stick your cock into any willing woman who spread her legs for you, chipped all that away. But do you want to know what REALLY hate you? What made her shiver in disgust? Two words. Ashara Dayne." Robert froze in fear. He can't-SHE can't possibly-? Robert thought.
"What? Do you have a problem remembering? If that's the case, let me refresh your memory. Ashara told Lyanna, who told me, that you nearly forced yourself onto Ashara. That you nearly raped her, and probably would've too if Lyanna's brother, your best friend Ned, stopped you before you actually did the deed. THAT was the proverbial straw on the horse's back. I'm not sure who I'm more disappointed in: You, for nearly taking a wonderful woman's dignity away. Or dear old Ned, for still intending on chaining his supposed 'Beloved sister' onto a oath-breaking philanderer who only cares about satisfying his own desires rather than keeping faith to one the most kindest, and most beautiful woman I have the fortune to marry." THAT snapped Robert out of his stupor. He gripped his warhammer tightly in his hands, and snarled out "I think that's enough talk, now. Don't you?" Rhaegar watched, amused as the Would-Be Usurper made a stance, indicating that he was going to charge again. He smirked, saying "You took the words RIGHT OUT O-!"
PAIN. Right in-between his shoulder-blades. As Rhaegar took a few tentative steps forward, he turned to face his newest aggressor. Some random soldier, WHILE HE WAS MONOLOGUING, had crept up behind him and stabbed him in the back with his dagger. Rhaegar, dropping his sword, fell on one knee, his right hand supporting his weight while his left desperately scrabbled to get that cursed knife from his back. He vaguely remembers watching other men, trapped in the same fate, try the same tactic and he always wondered why did they even try? Didn't they know that it was pointless? Or did they simply not care? Rhaegar, hearing Robert come steadily closer to end what little remains of his life, chuckled softly. "So this is what it feels like." Robert kicked Rhaegar onto his back and lifted is hammer above, and stated "Once you are dead, Targaryen, there will be nothing standing in my way. Lyanna. The Iron Throne. Seven Hells, even all of the Seven Kingdoms will be mine! Goodbye, Rhaegar Targaryen!" As the Usurper swung his hammer down upon the limp form of Rhaegar, only one word passed through his lips. Just one. "Please…"
If Rhaegar was corporal, he would have fallen to his knees at this point. All this death, all this...pointless slaughter that has fallen upon his family, was overwhelming. He started to cry, no sob, mourning his father and brother, his mother and sister, sweet Elia and their children, Lyanna and their son. He mourned what could have been, he would never teach young Aegon how to properly hold a sword. He would never walk his Rhaenys down the hall of the Grand Sept. He would never laugh at Elia's quips, or listen to her rage at something that irritated her. He would never meet his youngest for the first time. He would never watch Lyanna ride a horse, see her brown hair streaming behind her as she raced against any who dared. He would never have his first fight with her. He would never watch his children fall in love and get their hearts broken for the first time.
And what was once grief turned quickly to rage. Pure, unadulterated RAGE. "ROBERT." Rhaegar seethed. "THIS...THIS IS ALL HIS FAULT!" He looked up and scanned the would-be sky above him, searching for the source of the Entity's voice. "Whoever you are, answer me this. Am I dead?" Then, for some strange reason, he could feel It's emotion. It was...fascinated? "Strangely enough, No. And at the same time, a huge resounding Yes." Rhaegar scoffed. "Well. You're a big help, aren't you? What does that mean, No and Yes?" "What I mean, Princeling, is that something is still tying you to the material world. You still have a purpose." Rhaegar was confused. Something was still keeping me from my eternal peace? He honestly had no idea what it could be. "You know what's keeping me from true rest, don't you?" "...Perhaps. But you DO have a choice, young prince. You can leave this plane of existence and be reunited with your loved ones; OR you can have what few men gain in this cruel world." "And what is that, Oh Faceless One?" Rhaegar asked with a sneer on his lips.
"Justice." Rhaegar's sneer melted away after hearing that one word. He would be lying if he said he wasn't interested in what the Entity had to say. "You know the infamous words that the men of Braavos say to their dead." "Valar Morghulis." Rhaegar intoned slowly. "All Men Must Die. Yes. But what if in some instances, that was not the case? I can guide you, show you the path you must take to gain recompense for the destruction of your House. For the rape of your wife, Elia. For the murders of your children, Aegon and Rhaenys. For death of your friend, Arthur Dayne. To regain your Rightful place in Westeros." "Guide me? You mean to say that's you won't just give it to me?" Rhaegar asked. "Of course not. If I just gave it to you, your need for justice wouldn't be fulfilled. But...if you TOOK it; Well, that's a different story altogether, isn't it?" Rhaegar pondered on what the Entity had said, and he agreed with Its words. He wanted to have the satisfaction of earning his revenge. Of actually getting what he wanted, not unlike how Robert had taken everything from him; he would take everything from him. And, once it was all said and done, Rhaegar wanted to show Robert his face just before he died, so the drunken bastard would know it was him. The man he thought he killed. "Well, princeling? What is your answer?" Rhaegar looked up and, just for a moment, saw Its face and answered, "The Braavosi are right. All Men Must Die. Just not today."
Rhaegar would swear he saw the Entity grin before making Its own reply, "Good. Now there is only one thing left to do, my Dragon." Rhaegar cocked his head to the side questionly. "And what is that, my Lord?" "Simple. WAKE UP."
A/N: WHOOO! That took a lot out of me. Not just the writing, but trying to flesh out the story a bit. If it isn't your cup of tea or you have some thoughts just leave them in the reviews section. Feedback is welcome and this is my first fic. Hopefully people actually read this and like it.
SEE YOU NEXT TIME YOU GLORIOUS B******! (WHAT?! Oh. I can't-But I just did in the end bi- Auurgh...Fine!) SEE YOU IN THE NEXT CHAPTER YOU BEAUTIFUL PEOPLE!