Here is chapter 3 of Southron Ambitions. Thank you guys so much for all the followers you gave me last chapter. This will have to be my last chapter until next week, around Saturday or Sunday. With that in mind, enjoy the chapter!
Ned, 292 AC, Highgarden
Ned had been traveling with Prince Doran and his court for three weeks to get to Highgarden for Arianne Martell and Wilas Tyrell's marriage.
"Prince Oberyn, what do you intend to do on the small council?" Ned asked him.
"I want just for my sister, Elia," The dornish prince answered, "Amory Lorch, Gregor Clegane, Tywin Lannister. They will all fall."
"I can help you with that." Ned was interested in taking down Lord Tywin.
"Can you now?" Oberyn said, "Bring me Amory Lorch, and I will do you a favor."
"His head? Or everything?" Ned asked.
"Alive, he will know the pain I felt after I heard the news of Rhaenys' death. Oberyn stated.
At last they entered Highgarden. Lord Tyrell had come back from King's Landing for the wedding, which was taking place in two days, and Olenna Tyrell was already planning. Ned approuched his son and let him into a private room.
"Hello father." Robb said.
"Robb, how had Highgarden been?" Ned asked him.
"Its been pretty nice here, Wilas sent me to go defeat bandits terrorizing farmers near Bitterbridge, and I killed my first man." Robb said.
"Has Margaery taken to you?" Ned asked him.
"Yes, I hope she loves me as much as I love her." Robb answered.
"Good. How has your sword training gone?" Ned asked his son.
"Great. I have defeated many here at Highgarden, including Wilas and the Master-At-Arms." Robb told him.
"Will Margaery like Winterfell, once you and her go there for five years before you stay there as Lord and Lady?" Ned asked.
"I think she will, but I doubt any of these Southron are used to the cold." Robb said.
Ned agreed.
Loras, 292 AC, Storm's End
Loras was in his second month of squiring for Ser Renly. Renly was a lord, but only fifteen. His title was as "Ser" due to his part in the Greyjoy rebellion and the fact that Conray Penrose was Castellan and Regent for Renly until he turned sixteen. Renly often had Loras do simple things like clean his sword and spar with him. Renly and Loras quickly discovered that Loras was an incredibly skilled swordsman, and Renly promised to knight him on his fifteenth birthday.
They had also discovered other things. Loras found that he was in love with Renly Baratheon, but Renly didn't show any of those type of feeling back to him. Renly decided to visit his older brother, King Robert, and left for King's Landing. As Renly's squire, Loras went with him. They only took a few guards, becuase Storm's End and King's Landing were not so far away.
They were only a day's ride to the captital when bandits struck. The men were all asleep, and a group of ten men killed most of them. Loras drew his sword and stabbed one, before going and guarding Renly. Renly awoke and drew his sword, giving Loras the shield. Loras jammed the shield into a bandit's mouth before driving the sword through his stomach. he stabbed another, and used his body as a human shield to block a sword thrust, before throwing the corpse on top of the man and stabbing him.
Renly managed to kill a man, but he was being overwelmed by six. Loras threw the shield, cutting one's throat, to get the remaining nine bandits attention. Loras charged, jumping on one and stabbed him in the eye, before sweeping three of their feet and stabbing each in the chest. Renly killed another two, but the two men left were double teaming him. Loras crept behind one and stabbed him in the back, just as Renly stabbed the other in the chest.
"Loras, you saved my life!" Renly exclaimed, "You must be knighted immediatly!"
Loras was suprised, but kneeled down as Renly placed his bloody sword on his shoulder. Loras said the vows.
"Rise Ser Loras Tyrell, the knight of flowers." Renly said.
Loras looked down to see the field they were in was full of flowers, roses. Tyrell roses, Loras thought.
Wilas, 292 AC, Highgarden
Today was the day he was getting married. The Martells had arrived a few days before with his bride, Arianne Martell. She had seemed nice enough the few times he had seen her, but suspected she would try to manipulate him. He didn't know though, the Martells usually kept to themselves within Dorne.
He was waiting in the sept with all the onlookers as Prince Doran Martell gave his daughter away. Wilas and Arianne stood next to each other as Wilas replaced Arianne's Martell cloak with a Tyrell one, before reciting the vows. Immediatly after, the bedding ceremony began. Before Wilas knew what was going on, his clothes were ripped from him and he found himself naked in his bedroom with his equally naked new bride, Princess Arianne.
"Uh, hello?" Wilas was not very good around women.
"Hello Wilas." Arianne said calmly.
"Are you as nervous as I am?" Wilas asked, trying to break the ice with his bride.
"I guess I am. I'm still a virgin, are you?" Arianne chuckled.
"Yes, my lady." Wilas said.
"Wilas, we're married now, you shouldn't call me 'My Lady'. Just call me Arianne." Arianne said.
"So are you going to have sex or?" Wilas joked.
Arianne crawled next to him and gave him a kiss, "Yes, we are."
Varys, 292 AC, King's Landing
Varys had called Illyrio Mopatis to King's Landing, and here he was.
"Illyrio, change of plans. Aegon is too young, and the kingdom is too united. We need to have Viserys return to Westeros. With an army." Varys told his old friend.
"How is the kingdom too united?" The Magister asked.
"Blasted Ned Stark has been forming alliances with five of the seven kingdoms, six if you count his friendship with Robert Baratheon." Varys said.
"Is Robert not an ineffective King?" Illyrio asked.
"He is a terrible peacetime King, but a very good king during war. A fighter made better by men such as Ned Stark and Tywin Lannister." Varys told him.
"What about Prince Joffery?" Illyrio asked.
"Joffery is a bastard born between Cersei and Jaime Lannister, and even then, he is a fat six year old who struggles to pick up a practice sword, let alone use a real one." Varys said.
"The crown prince is a bastard?" Illryio asked, shocked.
"Yes, and the Lannister twins have been fucking since childhood.
The Magister looked disguested.
"And what sellswords do you propose?" Mopatis asked him.
"The Golden Company. They have 10,000 men and many elephants. Most soldiers in all of Westeros have never even seen one, much less fight one." Varys answered.
"How much money should we offer?" Magister Illyrio asked.
"I leave that to you. However much you think it will cost for 10,000 men to win seven kingdoms." Varys told him.
"Very well, I will send word once I have secured a contract with the company." Magister Illyrio said as he left.
"Are you sure we should not use Aegon instead of Viserys?" Illyrio asked.
"Yes, Aegon is a Blackfyre anyways." Varys replied.
Theon, 292 AC, Valyria
Theon and the eight men grabbed all their loot and ran back aboard the Laughing Lion, and not a moment too soon, as the ship soon sank into the fiery waters.
"What in seven hells caused that?" A Lannister man named Raff asked.
"Centuries of erosion in the Doom of Valyria will take its toll on a simple wooden ship." Gerion said, "Did anyone find anything besides what was found with King Tommen?"
"I did, father." Joy Hill answered, giving him a very large scroll.
"Seven hells, this is the formula to make Valyrian steel!" Gerion exclaimed.
Just then the boat rocked, and Gerion yelled that it was time to leave.
"Set course for Sunspear! NOW!" Gerion yelled.
Theon looked at the red mountains that had caused the doom, and remembered a quote he had heard. That anyone who can glimpse the mountains will soon die a very grusome death.
"Fuck me." Theon muttered as an earthquake started.
Cersei, 292 AC, King's Landing
Cersei sat on a low lying balcony showing the courtyard, where Joffrey was trying to pick up a practice sword with his fat fingers. Her son had annoyingly taken after his fake father in drinking and eating, and as a result could not pick up a practice sword due to his hefty weight. Cersei shouted words of encoaragment to her son, but he paid her no mind, as he was completely focused on picking up the sword. Finally managing to due it, to some lesser young children's applause. Cersei looked at her two year old daughter Mrycella, Jaime's second child with her.
Cersei rememered the fear of not knowing weather she was Robert's or Jaime's when Mrycella was born bald, but when the first blonde hairs grew on her head, Cersei knew that Mrycella was one hundred percent Lannister. But also a bastard. Cersei frowned when she realized that if the information was to leak out, Cersei, Jaime and all their children, even little Tommen, who only just had his first name day!
Cersei would never let that happen, she was too good a politician to ever let it happen. Her father would protect her in the senario where she couldn't protect herself. If anyone attacked her children, Jaime would kill them. Cersei grinned as Joffrey managed to hack off a dummy's head with his practice sword, not knowing it had taken him several hours to do it.
Arianne, 293 AC, Highgarden
Wilas and Arianne had been married for only a few days when 293 came around. Lord Tyrell went back to the capital, leaving Wilas, and by extention, Arianne, in charge of The Reach. Sure, Arianne was upset that she whould never inherit Dorne, but The Reach was much larger and much richer, and Wilas was very kind, and an execllent lover. Arianne had quickly become friends with Margaery Tyrell, who was berothed to Robb Stark a foster at Highgarden. Margaery and Robb were only staying for a few more weeks until they made their way up to Winterfell though, leaving Arianne and Wilas in complete control. There was Olenna, however.
The Queen of Thorns seemed to think her son, Lord Tyrell, to be a moron with dung for brains, but seemed to think quite the opposite of Arianne's husband, Wilas. Arianne wasn't sure how she felt about Lady Olenna, and was even less sure of what the old lady thought about her.
Later that night, Wilas and Arianne were in bed when Arianne suddenly undressed and jump on top of Wilas, pulling down his trosers.
"Lets make a little heir tonight, shall we?" Arianne asked suggestivly.
Ned, 293 AC, King's Landing
Ned was traveling to King's Landing with Prince Oberyn Martell. He was to stay for a week, and then travel by boat back up to Winterfell. Need looked over at Prince Oberyn and his paramour, Ellaria Sand. They seemed to have great passion for each other.
"So Prince Oberyn, how did you and Ellaria meet?" Ned asked, just to start a conversation in his boredom.
"We met several years ago, and I knew that she was an amazing women the moment I laid eyes on her." Oberyn replied.
"I would not let Queen Cersei lay eyes on her, considering how she hates bastards. No offence, My Lady." Ned told the pair.
"None taken, Lord Stark. If Cersei Lannister has such a terrible problem with bastards, why does she fuck her brother?" Ellaria asked.
"That is just a rumor, and could be considered treason if said to the wrong person." Ned told her.
"Most of the people in King's Landing are the 'wrong people'. They are all Lannisters." Oberyn said.
"And how do you exepect to get vengeance when you are just one Dornishman in a city of Lannisters?" Ned asked.
"I am not named the 'Red Viper' for nothing, Lord Stark." Oberyn told him.
"I will deliver you Amory Lorch, and we will take down Lord Tywin. I do not care about Gregor Clegane." Ned said.
"Very well, I look forward to the monster's demise." Prince Oberyn said as they reached the gates.
"Good luck on the small council, Prince Oberyn." Ned told the Dornishman.
"Same to you." Oberyn replied as they entered the city.
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Children's ages: (as of the beggining of 293)
Wilas Tyrell: 18
Arianne Tyrell (nee Martell): 16
Garlan Tyrell: 15
Renly Baratheon: 15
Loras Tyrell: 10
Robb Stark: 9
Margaery Tyrell: 9
Joffrey Baratheon: 6
Sansa Stark: 6
Trystane Martell: 5
Arya Stark: 3
Mrycella Baratheon: 2
Bran Stark: 2
Tommen Baratheon: 1