Hey guys trying out a new story if you like please review as feedback is always appreciated
Basically the plot is pretty much if some characters had a bit more common sense and didn't make some stupid decisions. All events in GOT are the exact same so only past the beginning of A Clash of Kings is where the storyline shall be altered.
Italics- thoughts
Disclaimer: George RR Martin owns ASOIAF
Rating M: Swearing, Violence and perhaps later on in the story this of a Sexual Nature
Prologue
As night began to settle in and the final rays of precious sunlight disappeared from sight over the red and orange horizon the people of Kings Landing finally began to close up for the night. In the cobbled streets beggars and orphans moved from their positions that they had rested in all day, searching for another dark and dismal hole to call shelter while the darkness descended upon the city. Merchants and tradesmen packed up their wares and stalls in the city, closing up their small shops and returned to their own homes where wives and children waited expectedly for the small amount of money their fathers and husbands might have made during the long and cloudless day. One by one the good and honest people of Kings Landing left the darkened streets for the safety of their homes while the drunken men, sellswords and other untrustworthy people came out.
Far away and high above the pungent and smelling city rose the Red Keep, ever foreboding and a monument to whichever house claimed residence inside its enormous blood red walls. Once again even higher attached to the mighty fortress rose a solitary tower where some of the greatest and most famed warriors of Westerosi history had claimed residence. Coming faintly from the highest arched window was the sounds of anguished groaning and a few muttered curse words as one particular member of the Kingsguard rose from their soft feather bed to begin their duty of guarding the royal family during the dark and cloudless night. This particular knight began to once he had finally risen from his place of rest don his undergarments and then finally began to place upon him the armour that made the Kingsguard legendary. One by one, piece by piece the armour began to cover his particularly rounded figure and all the while Ser Boros Blount grunted with the effort.
Eventually only two pieces of the traditional armour of the Kingsguard remained. The golden scaled breastplate and the snowy white cloak. Squeezing the breastplate over his sagging stomach before finally slinging the white cloak over his round shoulders Ser Boros finally at least on the outside looked the part of a proper Kingsguard despite the ageing and overweight body hidden beneath the finely crafted armour.
Blowing out a single lit candle by his small bedside and leaving his room shrouded in darkness Boros left the room quickly and closed the thick wooden door silently behind him, trying very hard not to wake any of his sworn brothers who did not have the night shift and had to look after the royal family this evening. Descending through the White Sword Tower Boros kept his movements fast but quiet, all his effort concentrated upon making sure his boots did not sound loudly and echo through the silent tower. Finally reaching the modest tower door he passed through it and finally let out a large sigh and took a breath of relief once he entered the candle lit corridor knowing he was finally free to move at his own pace.
"The Queen will have my head if I don't arrive on time, she's a paranoid bitch these days always looking round corners seeing wolves and stags in the shadows". Boros thought as quickened his pace and began to exert himself more in a hurried state. "A spiteful woman if their ever was one but still as fair as the height of summer".
Turning left and right more times than Boros could count he wandered determined through the empty and echoing halls, breathing heavily as he found he did more often than nought these long summer days. The years had not been kind to Ser Boros, leaving him with a large stomach that spilled out of any tunic he wore, a balding head a few strands away from becoming a barren and smooth surface, jowls and unfortunately even he had silently admitted to himself on a few occasions a face even his own family had found hard to love. This had all contributed to his short temper which usually flared up when people had the gall to look down upon him when they themselves were hardly perfect.
Finally after what seemed like hours of walking through the halls Boros finally arrived outside the mahogany doors which through them would either hold a furious woman or a placated one, Boros hoped to the seven that it would be the latter. Knocking gently on the door to make sure he didn't waken any of the occupants of the other rooms he waited patiently as his fate was decided. Soon enough light footsteps sounded upon the other side of the door and a cold and harsh voice called out.
"Enter Ser Boros else I shall send for a more competent member of the Kingsguard, one who is not late!".
Grumbling quietly Boros opened the well oiled door and walked through preparing for the worse. Inside the room the merry little glow of a dozen or so candles greeted him along with a large fire burning in the large hearth. The floors were carpeted with fine furs and myrish rugs and the walls were hung with tapestries most depicting the Lannisters throughout the centuries. At the far end of the room near a small balcony that allowed one to view the entire city lay a few hand crafted wooden chairs depicted with lions and upon the closest to the window sat the golden haired beauty that was Cersei Lannister. Bowing deeply Ser Boros moved forward towards the fair queen and once again bowed once he was a few metres away.
"Ser Boros I am glad to see that you have finally arrived, for a brief moment I had feared that you had fled your post" Cersei said with a bright smile plastered across her face. One who met her for the first time would believe she was japing however Boros had known her for several years now. The best way to read Cersei Lannister was to look at the eyes and like he guessed they were filled with malice, almost saying how painfully he would have died if he had dared to run away.
"Yes your grace I am deeply sorry for my lateness I fear I overslept" Boros said quietly knowing that to anger the lion would make it hostile and dangerous and possibly lead to several complications.
"Well you are hear now anyway, I want to know who is covering my son the King this evening, is it Ser Meryn or Ser Mandon" she asked as she stood up showing Ser Boros a full view of her beautiful figure being hugged nicely by the crimson red silk robe she wore around her.
Cersei Lannister really was a goddess in mortal form. Her golden spun hair hung loosely over her petite shoulders, cascading like a waterfall down her back. Her perfectly formed face with its high flawless cheekbones and light emerald green eyes were sparking in the candles glow. Her tall lithe figure was still as slim as when she was the age of sixteen when she came to the height of her beauty. The crimson satin robe she still wore barely covered her bosom which Ser Boros on more than one occasion had taken several long hard stares at. In that brief moment Ser Boros was more envious of Robert Baratheon for having this treasure all to himself than ever before in his long and miserable life.
"I do believe your grace that Ser Mandon is with his grace the King while Ser Meryn is with your other children the Prince Tommen and Princess Myrcella" he said staring at her face despite an overwhelming urge to look slightly below it.
"I do know the names of my own children Ser Boros I did birth them myself no need to recite their names to me like I have forgotten and was likely to reward you" she spat out making Boros recoil like a snake away from the spiteful queen. "Honestly I fear the biggest mistake I might have made was getting rid of Ser Barristan when there are far more incompetent men on the Kingsguard than that old knight. At least he knew how to function like a Kingsguard".
"Yes your grace" Ser Boros sad through gritted teeth as he repressed the new urge to raise a mailed fist to Cersei Lannisters fair face. Sometimes however it was better to keep the replies short and simple rather than cause more mockery he had learnt and like most evenings this was a lesson for him".
"Ser Boros as always if any news comes of the traitors in the North or Stannis or Renly tell me immediately, I am the regent of Joffrey and I need to be informed of these important matters" she muttered as she picked up a silver chalice and poured into it a jugs worth of Arbor Gold, the finest wine in all of Westeros.
"Yes your grace I won't hesitate to inform you if news comes" he said dutifully as she smirked knowing full well what a craven he was and how he feared even the slightest bit of retribution from the queen.
"Very well Ser Boros that is all, I don't need you to stay in the room this evening just stand outside my door" she said dismissively as she once again ignored his presence and returned to her wine and novel which Boros had noticed was lying open upon the small mahogany table beside her.
"Yes your grace, just call if you need me" Ser Boros said scowling as he turned to leave once more, pretending not to hear Cersei Lannister let out a small wicked laugh at the thought of needing him to help her.
Leaving the room Ser Boros closed the door behind him and he was once again immersed in the silence of the hall, not a living soul in sight. With a few hours to spent Boros began to think things over in his head about the events that were going on. The Lords Stannis and Renly both were amassing armies and building up alliances, one in Storms End or Highgarden depending on who you ask and the other in the middle of Blackwater Bay, currently dwelling in one of the most famous fortresses of all time. The Northern Lords were also amassing a large army to avenge the death of their beloved Lord Eddard. Everywhere you turned rebellions were sprouting up like weeds and you could see this was going to be a long and bloody conflict. Boros then spent the couple of minutes thinking about what sort of chance he might have in surviving the coming conflict and unfortunately the odds were not good.
"Perhaps the Queen was right, maybe if I had been replaced I could have had a chance at survival but I've got to stay and guard a boy King and his whore of a mother" he thought, directing a dark gaze at the door which through it held most of his problems. "I wonder why she was reading the Lineages of all the Great Houses of Westeros, she normally doesn't care about any other family other than the gold shitting Lannisters and it's not exactly a small read?".
Boros dismissed the thoughts from his head, what was the point in trying to figure out what the High Lords and Ladies did when it only had to do with benefiting themselves, no point dwelling upon useless thoughts. He returned back to the coming war. He like many others had truly failed to understand how devastating this war could actually be. With half the Riverlands currently on fire any chance for a peaceful resolve was melting away like summer snow.
For the next few minutes while Boros tried to think of things he slowly began to find his eyelids drooping slightly and yawning now and again, his loud voicing echoing through the empty red hallway.
"I think I could maybe have a small sleep, who would notice. I'm alone in the corridor and the Queen is normally out cold after drinking a couple of glasses of Arbor" he thought as once again his eyelids grew heavy and he found it an immensely hard effort to keep opening them again and again. "Just a quick rest no one will even know".With that Ser Boros rested his eyes and fell into a light sleep filled with dreams of crimson sheets and golden lions. Every once in a while a loud snore would emit from his wide fat mouth.
"Wake up Ser Boros, it's time to do your duty".
Ser Boros's eyes flew open immediately and he sprung into action darting backwards and in his half asleep state tripping over his own snowy white cloak and tumbled to the ground, shouting curses and insults while he landed with an almighty racket as his armour scraped across the floor. Turning to face the voice Ser Boros instinctively reached out for his sword at his waist but found himself grabbing at air and an empty scabbard.
"Now now Ser Boros you really do know how to make a mess of things".
Ser Boros turned to face the person who was speaking and gasped. Standing over him was a small child no older than twelve and no younger than nine dressed in rags and covered in filth. His hair was brown like dirt, his eyes were two orbs of murky grey and his face and nose were pinched like that of a rats.
"Who the fuck are you, I am a Kingsguard and I demand you little fucker to give me back my sword" Ser Boros shouted trying not to show his unease at the young boy and how unnerved he was making him feel.
"I am a street urchin, I am an orphan, I am a beggar, I am no one" he replied as he tossed Ser Boros's sword down the hall smirking all the while as the knight lay their on the ground with a mixed look of bewilderment and fear.
"Look here I am Ser Boros of the Kingsguard and once some guards get here we'll have you in chains and soon enough your head dipped in tar and displayed on the gate" he laughed menacingly trying to put fear into the boy despite the boy being totally unfazed by the threats of the craven Kingsguard.
"Ser Boros I do believe that you are the one who should be worried, why the toxin only takes around ten minutes to get into your blood stream and slowly kill you" the boy laughed as he pulled a dagger out of his pocket and began to throw it into the air and catch it to the horror of Ser Boros. "By my timing I think the effects should start to kick in quite soon if you ask me".
"Why you little..." Ser Boros began as he tried to push off the ground but found his arms shoot with pain and collapse upon themselves. "What have you done to me... the gods I'm in agony!" Ser Boros called out his voice laced with pain as his veins suddenly began to feel as though fire was coursing through them.
"Just a simple little poison good Ser, I wouldn't worry the pain will be over soon enough all I have to do is slit your throat to make it look like a common murder, else people might become paranoid about what they eat and drink" the boy said as he squatted down beside the weakened knight grinning all the while. "I do want you to know it's nothing personal simply business but not like anyone would miss the gluttonous, lustful, greedy knight known as Ser Boros Blount. After all your not very popular around court are you?... no answer thought not".
"The Queeeen...she will...hear of this..." Ser Boros stuttered out, the poison beginning to effect his speech and motor skills with the floor beginning to spin as he lay crumbled on the ground.
"Ah yes the queen, well lets just say she's been given her own concoction, after all we don't want her waking up to your screams. No the Queen shall awaken to find your body in the morning dead at her door sending her into a state of frenzied panic and who does it better than her?".
Ser Boros now physically could not even open his eyes and found the only thing that remained to him that didn't send such violent pain through his body was his hearing. He could hear the laughs of the boy, the silence of the hall, the rustling of the leaves outside, the cats prowling around the Keep in search of dinner and the wind swaying and swooshing in the midnight sky. Boros might have even been impressed about all this he could hear if it wasn't for the fact that he could not for the life of him think of anything but pain.
"Well Ser Boros I believe I have taken up enough of your time so I bid you a good long rest and hope the seven hells are kind to you".
With that Boros heard the sound of a knife scraping across the floor, his armour groaning under his immense weight and finally a slow cutting that released a spray of red blood onto the stone floor below him. His last thought was of a crimson robe swaying by an ornate balcony in the evening breeze and then Ser Boros thought and felt no more.
