This is my first story, so I hope I do well
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The castle was quiet, William didn't notice as he walked up the stairs towards Lord Tarth's chambers.
As he marches into the room, the lords and generals bow to him.
"Mon Roi."
William didn't acknowledge them and looked at his second in command, Ser Guyard Poiters, expecting information.
"Where are we?," He commands, "This island is nothing like Britannia, so tell me, Guyard, where are we?"
"Well, the Lord of this castle..."
"I am the Lord of this castle."
"Yes, well, He says that we are on the island of Tarth, of the coast of the region of the Stormlands."
"I want to speak to him myself," William demands, "bring him here."
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Edmund rushed up towards the war council's meeting room. William had his leading generals and men present, all French and they all despised Edmund; Edmund was one of the few Anglo-Saxons that had defected to the true king, William.
At the table were: William, Duke of Normandy and Lord of Tarth, Ser Guyard Poiters, second in command, Jean Long Cock, commander of the Norman mercenaries and Peter Snaejall, the last 'true' Viking Lord in Normandy.
On the table was a map of Westeros, a land larger than Europe, and unfathomable size to Edmund.
"Welcome my Lords, this meeting is important, no longer are we in Europe, we are now in a different land, Westeros."
The lords nodded, already knowing this information.
"No longer can I press my claim to England, but as the Healer says..."
"I am a Maester, my Lord."
"Aye, the Maester... you say it then". He says, wishing to hear it from a man who knows the land.
"At the moment Westeros is in civil war, Four kings fight for the Iron Throne..."
"The Iron Throne?"
"Yes, the symbol of power for any king in Westeros."
William nodded.
"With the civil war, Lord Tarth had sworn fealty to King Renly, he was killed by the daughter of Lord Tarth."
"A dishonourable family then." Edmund commented.
"Tarth has been neutral since."
William looked at the map carefully, paying attention to the wooden lion and flower pieces on King's Landing.
"Fifty thousand men at the capital?"
"Aye, my Lord."
William glared at the pieces, looked up at his lords and said:
"Prepare the army and call any men this island has, Prepare the navy, we sail for this city here,"
"King's Landing." The Maester corrects.
"Aye...I shall swear fealty to whoever sits the Irone Throne."
The men looked in shock, Edmund gasped: "You grace... My Lord, then... What of your kingship?"
William turned his eyes to Edmund, smiled and said, "Mayhaps I should forget being king, we only have ten thousand men-"
"You also have two thousand levied men."
"Still we cannot fight the main contenders," He grimaced at the thought, "I will become at Duke Paramount instead."
"Lord Paramount, your Grace." Guyard reminded William.
"Still, I shall lead the Stormlands, and when the time is right... I shall sit this throne of iron."
