Authors Note: Theres my newest short story, hope you like it.
Prologue
Lady Rowena Arryn was on childbed, and her pain was undescrideble. "Push my Lady" said maester, "I can see the head" he continued. Her husband was there, too. He took her hand. "Rowena, again, its coming to end" the child finnaly was born. "Congratulations lord Jon, it´s a boy" said maester and gave their newborn son in her hands.
"How would we name him?" asked Jon
"What of Rolland?" said Rowena
"Pretty name" said Jon
"Yes" said Rowena
During next thirteen years was Rolland Arryn raised to be next lord of Eyrie and Warden of the East. He became friend to his fathers wards Eddard Stark and Robert Baratheon. He looked just like his father, blond hair and blue eyes with aquiline nose. He was trained with sword, spear and bow, excelent in everything. He was strong, too, even in his first six years of life everyone expected he will die, because he was puny.
But once, when he was six, he came to his father and asked him if he will train him. For the first time, he was terrible, he couldnt even hold the sword, so he started to eat much more. Then, he started to become better and better day by day, month by month, year by year. He was concentrating for fighting that much, he was skipping the maesters education. Once, his father came to him.
"I heard you are missing the maesters lessons of reading and numbers" he said, Rolland just read a book about Conquest of Dorne
"So what" he said, turning to another page
"Good lord must know how to read, its not just about fighting" than, Rolland closed the book and stood up against his father
"If you would fight more, we wouldn´t have problems with the Clansmen"
"Its not just about it, look at you. Eleven and you are just a little smaller than me, and stronger. You must get married, if not learn" said lord Jon
"This is how you forcing? Threatening by marriage? You know what father? You, against me. If you win, I start to learn more, if not, I will do everything just like to this time. Deal?"
"Deal" his father said
That afternoon, they both stood agains them. His father wore just a chinmail and shield, so Rolland was fighting without shield, in chainmail and boiled leather. They both had training weapons, because it would be bad, if lord of Eyrie killed his own son or his heir killed his father.
The fight started, Rolland used all his skills he was taugh through years, but his father was older, and more experienced, he began showering blows on him. In the end, heir of Eyrie laid in dirt. "Two of three!" he shouted, not admiting defeat, but he lost twice. "Archery!" he shouted.
"Fifty steps are for commoners, the true Arryn hit the target on four hundred steps" he said, and hit to black
"Too easy, my son" said his father "Thousand steps and both eyes closed" he said and hit the black perfectly. But Rolland didn´t admited defeat.
"Shot an apple from a head of boy" he said, aimed, but missed, while his father made flips, crouched and walked, everytime hit the apple.
"I am admiting defeat" said Rolland when the day ended.
During Robert´s rebelion, Rolland was ruling Vale and defeated the uprising in Gulltown and making sure, that Loyalist wont make trouble. But then he heard about battle of Trident and took as many men-at-arms and knights of the Vale as he could and with a small fleet he set sails to Dragonstone, taking in easily and taking pregnant queen Rhaella with little Viserys as his hostages.
"You will kill us?" she asked him, while prince was holding her leg, he remembred how he read about Daeron II. and his Conquest of Dorne. Hi sighted.
"Run" he said "run away and never return" he said and turned to his men "No one mustn´t know, is that clear?"
"Yes, mi´lord" said soldiers
"Hang up our banners. Let everyone know that I conquered this place, but queen and her son escaped. Five hundred men stay here, the rest goes with me to Storms End."
In Storms End, he saw thirty thousand men who was led by fat man without any strategical talent. A messenger about arrival of Starks in less than hour came to him. He went to his camp with hundred knights and hoped that, he wont get killed stupidly. The Fat Flower came to see him.
"Rolland Arryn? What brings you here, little boy. Why aren´t you sitting in your warm home, enjoying the asses of maides?" he said
"Very funny you fat idiot. I´ve heard you like stealing victories and your father rather jumped of the cliff with a horse than watching you" Rolland said and his men laughed
"I won over Robert Baratheon!" Mace Tyrell shouted "My men destroyed his lines and I got-" he kicked him in belly
"Only thing you did good was that, you let Randyll Tarly leading your van, he won that battle, not you"
"It´s a lie!"
"You are fucking lier! Bend your knee or be destroyed!"
"You have only three thousand men, its impossible to-"
"What," Rolland turned and saw the Stark and Tully and Arryn banners "well, it seems that I have an advantage, I tell you again, bend your knee or be fucked"
"No!" Lord Tyrell shouted "I will never bend my knee to a boy of thirteen!" he said and drew his sword, but after a moment was his hand wet by blood and sword in his arm laid on ground.
"So" said Roland, cleaning his own sword from blood "Would you like to bend your fucking knee? Would you be that polite"
"Fuck you" Fat Flower murmued and bent, with all his knights.
After lifting the siege of Stroms End, Rolland came back to Eyrie, where they were glorified him, his father then gave him the title of Keeper of the Bloody Gate, where he made his seat. Year after end fo Rebbelion Roland got married with a servant girl named Larra, she had brown hair and green-blue eyes. A son named Jarremy was born to them shortly after marriage. His second son was named Artys and third Wallace.
During Greyjoys Rebbelion Rolland was leading The Knights of the Vale to battle, instead of his father, who was too old for war. He was first who breached the gates and in the end he cut of Balon Greyjoys right hand. Since that, he was known as Rolland the Armcutter.
But Rolland hadnt only three sons, he fathered two bastards named Rolly Stone and Rowena Stone. Both children was raised with his sons. Jarremy and Artys became friends with Rolly and Rowena was the lady of group. When something happend, it was work of his children for sure. He never told his bastard children names of their mother, he just told them she was some Westernland woman with light brown hair and brown eyes.
Rolland never get on well with his half-mad step mother Lysa, nor with her only son Robert, some said that, she wants her son to be lord of Eyrie, instead of Rolland. When his father started to investigate the origin of queens children, Rolland advised him not to know more, but he told him "Its necessary to know, if Stannis is true heir, king must know."
"You don´t have any evidence" said Rolland, hoping his father will understand
"Roberts bastard children, all have black hair and look like Robert" his father said
Week after their conversation, his father got ill and died. Rolland escaped the Capital same day, his half-brother never gets rule of the Vale. He is his fathers heir and he is much stronger then his brother, Vale will stand behind him rather than his sick brother and his half-mad mother.
This was prologue, I will update once a half-month, because writing two stories impact and updating both once a week would make me too bussy. By the way, hoped you enjoyed it, there is House Arryn on start of story.
Lord Jon Arryn, lord of Eyrie and Warden of the East, died shortly before he could turn his 81st year of life
Lysa Tully, his third wife, his widow, 30 years of age
Lord Rolland Arryn, son of Jon Arryn from his second marriage with Rowena Arryn, 28 years of age, Keeper of the Bloody Gate, lord of Eyrie and Warden of the East after death of his father
His wife Larra, lady of Bloody Gate and the Eyrie, 29 years of age
Jarremy Arryn, his heir, 13 years of age
Artys Arryn, his second son, 12 years of age
Wallace Arryn, his youngest son, 4 years of age
Rolly Stone, his bastard, 11 years of age
Rowena Stone, twin of Rolly, 11 years of age
Robert Arryn, son of Jon Arryn and Lysa Tully, younger half-brother of Rolland, sick boy, 6 years old, pretendent of Eyrie