I know I've not quite finished Black Wolf yet but this idea was just bugging me and I had to get the first chapter out. It's a bit of a different story for me as I'm used to following the show and I can't with this, but hopefully it's good and people enjoy it. Not many people have done an Arryn OC, so this is new territory for me as I haven't really seen what I should be expected to write.
So here is the first chapter! Please let me know what you think. I don't own any of the characters; they all belong to George R R Martin.
The throne room was packed to the rafters. Even someone with the rank of Jon Arryn, Lord of the Vale, was squeezed in by people either side, all trying to get a glance at the new king. Jaehaerys Targaryen 2nd of his name had passed of an illness only two years after coming on to the throne and now his son Aerys was kneeling in front of the throne in the process of being crowned. The High Septon was just coming to the end of his speech.
"May the Warrior grant him courage and protect him in these perilous times. May the Smith grant him strength that he might bear this heavy burden. And may the Crone, she that knows the fate of all men, show him the path he must walk and guide him through the dark places that lie ahead. In the light of the Seven, I now proclaim Aerys of the House Targaryen, Second of His Name, King of the Andals, the Rhoynar and the First Men and Lord of the Seven Kingdoms." The High Septon exclaimed. Aerys stood up gracefully and reversed back towards the Iron Throne, sitting down on the seat of power as the High Septon added. "Long may he reign!"
"Long may he reign!" Jon shouted with the rest of the room, and clapped his hands together, applauding the new king. His wife, Rowena Arryn was stood next to him applauding as well.
The festivities began not long afterwards, but Jon was expected to kneel before Aerys and pledge his loyalty. Waiting in line he saw Rickard Stark in front of him. "Lord Stark." Jon said, getting his attention.
"Lord Arryn, how are you?" Rickard Stark asked in his gruff Northern accent.
"Well, thank you." Jon smiled. "How are you? I hear you've just had a son."
"I'm well, yes Lyarra and I are thrilled, Brandon we've called him." Rickard smiled.
"Well I wish him all the best." Jon said.
"Thank you, Lord Arryn. Are you and Rowena…" Rickard trailed.
"Not yet, but we are still hoping." Jon smiled sadly. His inability to sire a child was starting to drain him, he was 42 years of age and his only child had been a stillborn girl that had killed his first wife in childbirth. Rowena was lovely, but they hadn't managed to conceive yet.
"Well with the amount of wine I hear the King has ordered for tonight, maybe it will be your lucky night." Rickard grinned, patting Jon on the back. Jon smiled.
"It's quite the occasion." Jon noted, looking around at the throne room.
"I always feel so small coming into this room, it gives me chills." Rickard admitted, and Jon agreed with him, looking intently at the massive dragon skull that was placed next to the Iron Throne.
"It certainly is intimidating." Jon admitted, but their conversation was cut short as Rickard climbed the steps of the Iron Throne to kneel before Aerys. It was soon Jon's turn, and he climbed the steps and got down on his knee.
"Your Grace, the Vale stands with you." Jon announced.
"Rise, Lord Arryn." Aerys bid, and Jon stood up staring at his new king, trying not to react at the sight of a small cut on his hand, seemingly from the throne. "I thank you for coming."
"I'm glad to be here Your Grace." Jon bowed, and went to leave when a small blur ran past.
"Father, father! Look at what I found in this book!" Prince Rhaegar, a boy of 3, was shouting.
"Rhaegar! Not now my child, go and find your mother." Aerys hissed jovially. "I'm speaking with my Lords." Rhaegar nodded, abashed, before turning to Jon.
"I beg your pardon, Lord…" Rhaegar began, squinting at the sigil Jon wore on his shirt. "Arryn! The falcon and the moon!"
"Very good, my Prince." Jon smiled. "A pleasure to meet you." Rhaegar smiled and turned back to his father.
"When will you be done?" He asked.
"Soon child, now run to your mother." Aerys commanded, and Rhaegar nodded, running off. Jon smiled sadly.
"A fine young prince, Your Grace."
"That he is, be on your way, Lord Arryn, enjoy the festivities." Aerys said kindly.
"Thank you, Your Grace." Jon bowed, and he returned to where he and his wife had stood before, only to find her missing. Jon took a glass of wine and his eyes wandered the throne room, before catching sight of Rhaegar Targaryen again. The three-year-old was sat quietly in one corner, trying to read a small book and looking so engrossed in the words. Jon smiled sadly, and downed his wine.
He wouldn't admit this for many years, but Jon got more drunk at the coronation than he ever had done before in his life. He was attempting to stumble back to the guest quarters he had been granted for the journey, but must have made a wrong turn, as he stumbled into a young girl. The girl turned around angrily before realising who had stumbled into her.
"Forgive me, My Lord. I should not have been in your way." She bowed, making way to leave.
"Nonsense." Jon slurred, waving her off. "Was my fault!"
"Are you alright, My Lord?" The girl asked.
"Yes, yes. I just need to find my chambers again." Jon said, squinting around trying to recognise where he was, before laughing loudly. "I seem to be lost!"
"You're in the Lannister wing." She explained.
"Lannister?" Jon asked, taking a note of the girl and putting his hands up to run through the girl's hair. "Golden locks. Are you Genna Lannister?" He asked.
"Genna is my cousin." The girl smiled sadly. "My name is Lynora."
"Lynora Lannister?" Jon asked, scrunching his brow up in confusion. "I don't know of a Lynora Lannister."
"Lynora Hill, My Lord." She said, unhappily.
"Oh! You're Lord Jason's bastard girl!" Jon exclaimed. "Well, no matter. Could I trouble you to direct me to my rooms?"
"Not at all, My Lord." Lynora smiled politely, and she took his arm and led him to another wing, where the guests from the Vale were being put up. They reached his room and he walked over to pour a drink.
"Would you like a drink?" Jon asked.
"I shouldn't…" Lynora said nervously. "I'm only…"
"You're my guest, and it's rude to refuse a Lord." Jon smiled. Lynora blushed slightly and sat down next to Jon as he poured her a glass of wine.
"Thank you, My Lord." Lynora said, sipping it.
"Call me Jon girl, that's my name." Jon laughed. "My Lord is so formal for a private drink."
The pair then got to know each other, as they talked for hours enjoying one another's company for as long as Jon could remember, until he passed out after too much alcohol.
The next morning, Jon woke up with a pounding headache. He reached over for some water on the side table, and carefully sipped it. Taking in his room he noticed a blonde woman lying next to him asleep, and he cursed himself. Carefully lifting the bedcovers, he noticed they were both naked, and he cursed himself again.
"That's the last time I'm getting drunk like that." Jon whispered to himself, as he got out of bed and got ready for the day. Once he was dressed he left his room and found his squire and nephew, Elbert Arryn waiting outside.
"Elbert, see to it that the woman in there finds her way back safely to her chambers, without my wife finding out." Jon urged, and the young man nodded swiftly. Hopefully this would all blow over soon.
8 months passed and Casterly Rock had changed massively since before the coronation. Lord Tywin had gone to King's Landing to serve as the Hand of the King, and Lord Tytos was rarely seen outside of his bed chambers. He had taken a new mistress or something, the daughter of a candle maker, Lynora had heard. Lynora herself was shunned even more so than she had before, as she was 8 months pregnant and because of that, when she was walking down the halls one day and felt liquid gushing between her legs, nobody came to help her as she screamed.
Lynora found herself sat down on the floor in a corridor panting and screaming in pain when her cousin Kevan was walking past with Dorna Swyft, a hostage from Cornfield, on his arm. As soon as he saw her he rushed over towards her.
"Lyn, are you ok?" Her cousin asked.
"The baby, it's coming!" She screamed in pain, grabbing on to Kevan's hand tightly. The Lannister man winced, but turned to Dorna urgently.
"My Lady, run to the Maester, tell him to come here immediately." He urged, and Dorna nodded, picking up her skirts and running off. Kevan turned back to Lynora and began encouraging her, not really knowing what he was meant to do. A few moments later the Maester of Casterly Rock burst around a corner, followed by Dorna.
"Here they are Maester!" Dorna panted.
"Thank you dear, Ser Kevan, please can you help me move Lynora here to her chambers." The Maester requested, and slowly the pair of them carried Lynora to her modest room, far away from the main chambers of Lord Tytos. They arrived and placed her on the bed, the pain almost getting too much for her. "Ser Kevan, I need you to step outside now, Dorna, I require your assistance." The Maester ordered, and Kevan nodded, walking to leave the room.
Lynora was panicking. "Maester it's too soon!" She screamed.
"Hush now, Lynora, it will all be ok. I just need you to do everything that I tell you, ok?" The Maester assured her, and got to work delivering the baby.
It lasted for hours, but finally Lynora had given birth. She was exhausted, but all tiredness went away when she held her baby boy. The sleeping baby had blonde hair, not the Golden of Lannister but a lighter shade, one she felt Jon Arryn may have had when he was younger. The baby had opened his eyes earlier as well, and they were the richest shade of blue Lynora felt she had ever seen. She fell in love with the boy instantly, and just could not stop staring at him. Lord Tytos entered her room after the birth, and the fat Lannister Lord came over and sat by her bed.
"My dear, congratulations." Lord Tytos said proudly. Lynora was slightly confused as usually her uncle wouldn't have anything to do with her, but smiled anyway.
"Thank you, My Lord." She smiled.
"I have to ask, but who is the father?" Tytos asked, stroking the curled up fist the baby had made. Lynora fell silent and looked away from her uncle. "Come now child, you are in no trouble."
"Lord Arryn, My Lord. He stumbled in to me drunk after the King's coronation and, well one thing led to another." Lynora blushed.
"The honourable Lord Arryn sired a bastard?" Tytos asked, before breaking down in a fit of laughter. Lynora felt rather uncomfortable. "Well that makes the lad here a Stone, have you thought of a first name?"
"I thought Roland, after the Mountain King who began building the Eyrie." Lynora said. She had been reading up on the History of the Vale in the months after she found she was pregnant.
"A strong name for a strong boy. You rest now child, I will write to Lord Arryn and explain the situation." Lord Tytos announced, he got up and went to leave, but before he left the room he turned back and smiled again at Lynora. "My brother, your father, he would be very proud of you dear."
Lynora smiled sadly, her father had died on the Stepstones 3 years previously, and her mother long before that. She had been all alone in the world until now. Staring back down and smiling softly at her sleeping baby she whispered. "Roland Stone, I'm so sorry you're a bastard, but I know what that is like and I am going to love you with everything I have." She kissed the baby's forehead as she wondered what Lord Arryn would think of his son.
The Lord of the Vale was sat in his solar reading messages. He had received one detailing news of King's Landing. The heir to the Westerlands had married his cousin, and the Queen had unfortunately miscarried. Jon sighed thinking of the Prince at the coronation, the image of little Rhaegar still clear in his mind. Jon wished that he would finally get a sibling. As he was replying to the letter detailing his condolences and congratulations where they fit, Maester Ryman entered.
"I'm sorry to interrupt, My Lord, but we've received a Raven from Casterly Rock." The Maester stammered, handing out a scroll. 'Nervous fool' Jon thought, before taking the paper and dismissing the Maester.
"What do you want, Lord Tytos." Jon said to himself as he broke the seal, and what he read shocked him. He had a son. That girl from the Coronation that he couldn't even remember sleeping with had grown big with child, and that child was a boy. Roland Stone. Jon was gobsmacked, he didn't know what to think. On one hand, Jon had a son, a potential heir that he could train. His two marriages so far had been fruitless when it came to children and Jon wasn't exactly young any more. On the other hand, however the boy was a bastard, Jon had no idea how the lords would take that. The only thing he was sure about was that Rowena was not going to like it, but she needed to know. Jon got up slowly, holding the letter tightly in his hand and went to find his wife.
He found her in the gardens, tending to the statue of Alyssa Arryn. "Rowena my dear, I need to speak with you."
"My Lord." Rowena curtseyed, and they both sat on a marble bench.
"I received word from Casterly Rock, it seems I have failed and dishonoured you my lady. I have a bastard, born last moon to Lynora Hill." Jon said sadly. Rowena pursed her lips and said nothing for a few moments.
"When?" Was her only question.
"The night of the coronation, I was horribly drunk and remember none of it." Jon admitted. Rowena stood up, straightening her skirts and looked at Jon coldly.
"If I see him, I will throw him through the Moon Door." Rowena stated icily, and went back to tending the statue. Jon sighed, and let his wife be for now to return to his solar. He hadn't touched a single drop of wine since the coronation, but he felt like he needed one now to calm him down.
So there is chapter 1! To give you a better idea of when this is taking place Roland is born the same year as Ned Stark!
What did you all think? It feels weird not writing about Torrhen Stark, my first OC, but I'm looking forward to when I focus on this story fully. I won't be writing another chapter until I have caught up with Black Wolf Rises, but I thought I'd give everyone a sneak peek into the world of my next OC.
Please leave a review with your thoughts, this will be another lengthy series, but I don't know how far I will go with it. My plan so far goes up to the start of the series but I could go further depending on the reaction.
I will see you all again soon! In the meantime, if you haven't already please check out Black Wolf Rises, my first story.