A/N: Thank you guys so much for your support. To that one Guest who commented on Caesar's age, Bro. Romans climb the ladder of success all their lives. They generally don't reach praetor or general rank till they're in their 40's to 50's. If I put Caesar in at 20, he wouldn't have had any power at all. In fact, far as I know, Caesar is barely a tribune at the age of 20. That means no dignitas and therefore no clout. You also have to remember that people during that time were very healthy and active. Soldiers sometimes till served until their 60's or 70's. Not uncommon. Caesar's 49 year old self is a respectable age AND more importantly is the actual age he was when he invaded Britain the second time.

Also, PLEASE READ THIS. This is for all you viewers that keep asking after the Game of Thrones TV series characters. Caesar's Arrival in Westeros is dated as 950 BC. The Events of AGOT are set in 297 AC or somewhere around that. That

BC- Before Aegon's Conquest

AC- After Aegon's Conquest

(Here's a new one Acronym) CA- Caesar's Arrival

Meaning, Caesar arrived 950 years BEFORE Aegon the Conqueror invaded. That, plus the 300 years or Targaryen rule after Aegon's arrival means that this is set approximately 1247 years BEFORE AGOT. Thank you.

Chapter 3

The Eagle and the Rumblings of Thunder

The raid on that wooden castle gave the Romans a treasure trove of information. Though the books had had to wait until they understood the language that these people spoke, there had been several maps recovered in the raid, including a map of the "Known" World. All this information, however, caused uproar in the Roman camp. Oh how, Anthony and the older officers cursed when they saw the maps.

At first, they tried to dismiss it as enemy disinformation or some other kind of trick. The staff officers got into a great argument that went on for two days. Caesar was strangely silent for most it, merely listening to them as they argued. As time passed, rumors of the argument and its contents reached the soldiers. At first, like their officers, they dismissed this as improbable. But with the spoils of war from the raid and the soldiers that went on that raid, returning to camp, it was no longer deemed myth.

Skirmishes with hereto unknown men armed with weapons never before seen caused the mutterings of the troops to nearly to turn into near mutiny. The soldiers began demanding explanations from their superiors and no amount of punishments from their centurions could quell their questions. As the centurions themselves were frightened by this unknown situation they were in, they sent a delegation to Caesar's tent where the argument still raged. The appearance of his hardened experienced soldiers looking in fear and confusion on the debate that raged in his tent snapped Caesar out of his mood. He stood and demanded silence. Once achieved, he ordered all the legions to be mustered before him.

It took a few hours but the men were arrayed before Caesar, their anxious eyes trained on their commander. Caesar spent a few minutes scanning his men before he opened his mouth.

"Soldiers and Men of Rome." He said. "You have all heard by now that we may have fallen of the edge of the world and into another. That we may no longer return to our land, our Italia. Or to our beloved city, oh she that bore us all, Rome. To never see the bustle of the Forum or taste the sweet wine of Italia's vineyards." He paused as the entirety of the legions sighed in remembrance. "Shall I lie to you, my dear soldier, with whom I have served for so long for the glory of Rome? Nay, I say, I shall not. We have fallen from our world and shall never return."

The soldiers close to Caesar could see a tear fall from his eye. "Like Aeneas of Old Troy, we have been cast adrift, bereft of city and home. Cursed to never return to our beloved land. Is not such a curse too heavy to bear, my soldiers?"

A cry of mourning rent the air, starting the back rows, gathering strength until the entire five legions were shaking with grief as the thought of never returning to the families, their wives, children and lands sunk in. The cries went on for several minutes until they finally died down. Caesar himself was red of face and teary eyed.

"Like any loyal Roman I consulted of the Gods on this venture of ours." He slowly continued. "The Gods saw fit to gift the oracle with a prophesy. 'Glory, land and fame shall be ours. The fates that the gods have weaved for each one shall be unwoven and made our own.' But the price, my soldiers. The price is our blood, our blood and bones."

The soldiers were silent as they contemplated this. The fates woven by the gods were rarely kind. No one could change one's fate, no one. But if they could then the price would indeed be steep.

"The Gods demanded we be thrown through the smith's crucible. That we pass through the fires of war." With each word, Caesar's voice rose in volume. "They challenge us, Romans" with that word each soldier felt his back straightening. "They demand to see Roman mettle, Roman strength and Roman values at its finest. They demand Roman blood be spilt so no shore shall not know our blood. They demand that We, as Romans, make this land our own!"

Caesar raised his fist in the air. "Shall you, sons of Rome, children of Mars, chosen by Jupiter fail to meet the Gods in their challenge?"

The soldiers raised their fists as one. "NO!"

Caesar's face split open in a smile. "The gods have granted me with the honor of leading you. Will you follow?"

The answering roar of approval echoed through the land and into the halls of the gods themselves.

"Roma! ROMA! ROMA INVICTA!

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One month later

The sounds of shouting, the groan of strained siegecraft and the whoosh of ballista ammunition awoke Anthony from his blissful slumber. He sat up slowly, blinking blearily at the sunlight barely filtering into his tent. It was just after dawn, he calculated. A sensuous moan coming from his side. A slender hand attached itself to his arm and attempted to pull him back.

"Antonii! Bed…" The lovely brown haired lady sharing his bed, whined. He grunted and rose, planting a kiss on her forehead before setting about starting day. Putting on his armor and splashing water on his face, he strapped on his sword. He spared a glance to admire the voluptuous body of his bedmate before he opened the flap of his tent. His mind slipped easily into the mode of war as soon as he left his tent.

Upon entering the command tent next to his personal sleeping quarters, he was greeted by an optio who handed him the report on the night's casualties and the current condition of the camp. This included food supplies and ammunition stores for both the ballistae and catapults.

The Eleventh had been given to him to command by Caesar to besiege Hayford Castle, as they learned it was called. Castles were apparently this land's equivalent of a fort and a semi-palace, depending on the wealth of the ruling "lord". By Jupiter, the terms they used were strange. Though the siege engines had only started to engage since dawn, the wall was already beginning to show signs of damage.

By his estimate, they would crumble within the hour. He gave the order for the men to assemble. While he waited for them to gather, his mind began to wander. It had been a spectacular few weeks. When Julius had decided to address the men with the truth or rather, as close as the truth as they were comfortable, he had feared for the men's sanity.

Roman discipline was a wondrous thing but all men had limits. The men were already near mutinous and Julius wanted to tell them that they would never go home again? Insanity. Then again he had nearly lost it when he had come upon the rolled up maps they had taken in the raid. If he had been the one to tell them that they had foundered in this strange new land, they would have probably stoned him. But that was why it was Caesar who spoke. When he had listened, it was with growing courage in his faint heart, as a sort of glow half-imagined came from Caesar. It only confirmed it for Anthony, that Caesar was one touched by the gods. He had seen it before, the touches of foresight, unnatural charisma and the great Roman tactical genius. There was no doubt he had backed the right charioteer.

He even had some of the early winnings with him. The hot young lady he had captured in that Westerosi hillfort. Lady Anna, strange names they had in this land, had begged his protection for herself and her daughter. Of course, he hadn't understood the exact words but he had seen similar scenes on multiple campaigns. He had shrugged and ordered her to be placed under guard. Caesar had decreed on an earlier campaign that hostages were not to be raped until their value had been ascertained. This was to prevent any misunderstandings during treaty talks, as the chieftains they would be treating with would be less inclined to bend the knee to Rome if you had "accidentally" raped and/or killed their wife, daughter, sister, etc.

Anyways, they had later discovered her heritage when the man they thought was a druid was able to eventually communicate with them. When that happened, Caesar summoned her to the command tent to interrogate her. The moment she entered, she threw herself at Anthony's feet begging his protection for her daughter. At the Maester's translation, Caesar shrugged and gave the decision to Anthony. Anthony sighed and granted it. Her face had lit up and Anthony felt this strange urge to look away. It was then that the woman's daughter was brought in. The child screamed with joy to see her mother and ran to hug her. The woman whispered something to her and the girl turned to look at him. She then proceeded to stick out her tongue at him. The mother, mortified, slapped her hand over the girl's mouth and looked at Anthony with fear. He swallowed and glanced at Caesar. He noticed Julius covering his mouth and snickering at him. He knew that wasn't good. Caesar had decreed that the two hostages were now his responsibility, to his horror. When the maester translated this, the mother gave profuse thanks while the little girl tried her best to bite her mother's hand that was still clamped firmly over her mouth.

Speaking of the maester, he had been a treasure trove of information. Apparently, they weren't druids but a kind of priesthood of knowledge. Anthony had to snort at that. Why would you chain your cock to scrolls and "books", which were those rectangular-ish things, he would never understand. Anyways, they had been charged with serving all the petty lords of these lands and therefore possessed a lot of local knowledge.

Caesar had quickly built up their defenses and had the legions secure the land around the fortress. Various villages and towns were captured. His siege of this "castle" was part of that measure, Caeser himself was besieging a town the locals called Tumbleton. His thoughts were interrupted by a loud crack. He turned to see the walls of the castle crumble before a final barrage of stones. His men cheered as he waved his sword as a signal for them to advance.

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Anna Durrandon of House Connington watched her man march out of their tent with mixed feelings. Though her heart had misgivings, her body still ached to cling to the chiseled statue that was her captor. She fell back on the cot as she cursed herself for her unfaithfulness.

She had been wed to Durran as soon as she passed her fourteenth nameday. She spent the next four years resenting the man that had stolen her from her family. This lasted up until she had Elise. She smiled as she thought of her little treasure. When she had her daughter, her heart mellowed. By her daughter's eighth nameday, she could safely say she had come to care for Durran. Then, just as she had begun to entertain thoughts of love, he had been torn away from her. By the very man with whom she shared a tent, a cot and her body.

She knew her place in society. A lady was expected to sew and spin. A lady was to stand quietly behind her lord husband, speaking only when spoken to. A lady's only worth to any other than her parents was to birth heirs. But now?

She and her daughter were perched on a precipice. One misstep and they would fall over. Their continued survival depended on staying in the good graces of their captor. She had not had, as of yet, any cause to regret throwing herself before Antonii's feet and offering herself. Of course not, whispered a traitorous voice deep within her. Not when he treats me as he does.

She shivered as her core heated up at the thought of the nights she had been spending with her captor. Anna kept telling herself that the only reason she permitted Antonii's advances were to protect her daughter. Like a mantra, she repeated this every day, on some days she would even convince herself. But in her more honest moments she would acknowledge that Durran had never cared about laying with her other than produce an heir.

Antonii, an invader from across the seas, delighted in it. Sex, as he called it was and should be pleasurable for both parties. He savored the moans and whimpers that he wrung from her ever more willing lips as he strummed her body like a lute in the hands of a skilled minstrel. Despite his hands being stained with the blood of her late husband, she found herself confused as she received more care and attention than she ever received from anyone except her own mother and father. She found so much pleasure from those same hands and his cock… Ohh his cock. All Durran knew was to place himself over her and hump.

Anna sniffed. Now that she knew better, she had been deprived of so….. She shook her head. Durran had been her husband. He had, at least, provided for everything she had needed. But now she was in a different situation. She had to adapt, survive, even as that survival was definitely more pleasurable than her old life.

Her thoughts were interrupted by a crash. She threw on a shawl and ran out of the tent, just in time to witness the walls of Hayford Castle crumble before the invader's terrible war machines. A cry went up from the Romans, as she learned they called themselves, as horns blew and they advanced.

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Nyles Rosby watched with horrified fascination as the army of invaders assaulted the walls of Hayford Castle. He and a small reconnaissance force had been detached by his father ahead to scout while his father remained behind to train up their levies.

Though they held no love for their Durrandon overlords, having been just conquered just two decades before, they nonetheless answered the call to arms. However, almost every single lord located above the Blackwater Rush would drag their feet when that call came.

For the Durrandons, this meant missing about eight to ten thousand men out of a total fifty thousand that they could levy from all their lands. For the lords who lived above the Blackwater Rush, this meant that they had their full levy in their lands when the invaders struck.

Their overlord had ordered them to gather at Blackhaven in preparation to retaliate against the unprovoked attack from what the Durrandons believed to be the Reach. Nyles was quite sure it wasn't the Reach but these newcomers.

He had been able to convince his father and most of the lords to drag their feet even longer than before. He had seen the large fleet that had entered the Blackwater Bay. A secret meeting of lords that were leaning towards rebellion had been quietly called. The assembly of lords had too little information to act on except that a huge fleet had arrived. So, he was tasked with spying on the invader army and gathering information.

He had just set out when news reached him, from the smallfolk, that Hayford Castle was going to be put under siege. He didn't care a whit, as House Rosby and House Hayford were ancient enemies. This enmity was greatened by House Hayford's quick swearing of loyalty to the Durrandons when they invaded. Half of House Hayford's levy was already on its way to Blackhaven. The rest that remained were a green group of boys with a small core of men-at-arms. Nyles decided that presented a chance for him to observed the enemy army in action.

The castle was just being put under siege when he and his men arrived. They hid in a small wooded hill within site of the castle but were unable to camp closer as the invader patrols were numerous. The patrols themselves were conducted with an orderly and timely fashion denoting a disciplined force under an experienced commander.

They, however, were not familiar with the land and this allowed Nyles and his men to sneak to hill closer to the action. What they saw sent shivers up their spine. Within a day, a wooden rampart was constructed around the castle, sealing it off. At the same time, the invader camp was constructed with the same speed. The camp was a tight ordered squared with tents evenly spaced within the walls and watch towers manned day and night.

By his estimate, there were about five to six thousand of them down there. Then there were the siege engines. The invaders had brought in several large scorpions, each individual one of would nearly beggar a lord to build, expertly setting them up and aimed at the walls. After they were set up, the bombardment of the walls began. Fortunately for the Hayfords, night fell and the bombardment stopped for lack of light to illuminate targets for the scorpions. The bombardment began again at first light. Within a few hours the walls crumbled. With a mighty cheer, the invader army went into motion.

Nyles watched as the invaders formed up into movable square shield walls that had shields facing their front, sides and above them. This protected the attackers from most projectiles that the terrified garrison threw at them. Soon they were within and a few minutes later the standard of the Hayfords was lowered.

Nyles quickly ordered his men to retreat. They had to take advantage of the attackers distraction and flee. They needed to take this report to the assembly. Nyles knew this was the beginning of a new era. Like the Arrival of the First Men in Westeros and the Invasion of the Andals, how they and their houses responded to this would determine whether their descendants would look back on this day or not at all.

A/N: Well that's done. Sorry for the long wait. I know, I suck. But hey, here's the chapter. Oh by the way, I'm experimenting putting sex themes in. No lemons yet but I'm thinking of it…. If the stuff I write doesn't suck that is. I've never written smut or lemons before so.. * Shrug

Let me know what you guys think, alright?