Chapter 2
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It had been 8 moons since the nuptials of Torrhen Stark and Arianne Martell, all the Lords, servants and peasants that could attended from the North and Dorne did attend. After a drunk night of debauchery Torrhen said goodbye to his new father and uncle. 8 months later the Stark Caravan was being led by the Warden of the North himself with his sworn sword Obara Sand slightly staggered behind him. Since that day she swore herself to Torrhen she had been a force to reckon with, the only people able to top her after that was Eddard, Torrhen, Ser Arthur, Ser Oswell, Lord Poole, and the Whitebull.
The tourney was suppose to be two moons prior but with King Robert deciding to bring his family it had been delayed. When the Starks arrived on the grounds of Riverrun they found out that they were the last great house to arrive just behind House Baratheon of Storm's End. They saw a pompous Renly Baratheon riding on his white steed dressed in way too many colors, he was prancing around looking for his kingly brother.
With the caravan coming to a halt an angry and heavy Arianne and Nymeria stormed up Torrhen with their birthing maester running after them.
"We had to do all that in 4 days? No breaks could be afforded huh?" Arianne asked as she was tapping her foot. Rodwell who was standing close to him mouthed him a good luck and escorted Tyene away. Even his little shadows decided to be preoccupied elsewhere.
"Well you see we were on schedule, that was until we had to stop at every waterfall on the way here. Lets just say that gets us off schedule." Torrhen climbed off his stallion with Vengeance on his hip. The whole family wanted to attend so Benjen had come down from the wall to act as the Warden of the North.
"Hey I wanted little Oberyn to hear the waterfall, its not my fault I want our child to be cultured." Nymeria the usually submissive lover of his says sternly to him.
He grabs both their hands with a pleading look. "Listen sweethearts let me make it up to you later." He kisses their hands and gives them a suggestive look that makes them finally calm down.
"Fine we will hold you to that lover boy." Arianne says to her husband and kisses him to find her family, Nymeria follows suit and has her arm linked with her cousin.
"Obara why did I have to fall for two of your family." Torrhen ask his sworn shield.
"Never thought any man was suicidal enough for that." She smiles as his shadows approach.
"Where was my backup Rhae?" Torrhen asked his adopted little sister.
"Hiding behind the horses." She laughs back at him. He turns around to see his two new squires Jon and Ygritte step forward. They had been announced as his squires at his wedding reception. The past few months of training and they finally had been deemed fit for steel finally.
"Where are we setting up My Lord?" An excited Ygritte ask, her and Jon were ready to prove themselves in the squire junior tournament.
Arthur Stark comes up with his Uncle Arthur Dayne and mother Ashara Stark by his side.
"Looks like someone is sleeping in the barn." Arty lets out a laugh slapping his cousins arm.
"Now Arty no teasing your cousin, one day he will be making a match for you and that will be you." Ashara says and Arty looks up at his cousin.
"Please not a Frey, I would even settle for a Lannister." Before Torrhen can reply Rhae was already talking.
"If it is a Lannister better not expect them to have any honor, everybody knows they have as much honor as 5 pigs fighting over slop." This gets a boisterous laugh until a party approaches them silencing the group.
"Uncle you know what was funny? What I find funny is the story how all the dragon except one were slaughtered. She had to hide behind the puppy to be saved." A blonde ponce says as he walks up the group. Torrhen puts a protective arm around her shoulders and with the other hand has his hand on Vengeance staring the Hound down.
"Now now Joffrey no need to talk to paupers and savages like that." A haughty Queen Cersei approaches.
"Paupers are we now, we were not paupers when the crown was begging the Warden of the North for pocket change to pay the Iron Bank." Torrhen shouts getting the attention of all those around, the Martells attention is drawn bringing back his wife and paramour Nymeria.
"So which will I get mother? All the women look so plain. Maybe I will take the dragon whore, although I would have to be desperate." Joffrey sneers as an already tipsy King Robert comes over to the large group.
Bran Stark steps forward with his training spear in hand.
"Its okay Bran you don't have to defend my honor due to a Lannister. We will let the little pussy cats talk, what is your motto again? Hear us Meow." Rhae says and gets a boisterous laugh from all the northerners and northern supporters. The North who once had gave a distrustful eye on the three year old due to her lineage had grown to love their Northern Dragon as they called her.
"Lord Stark I know you are a young Lord but get your wards under control." Cersei spits out
"Well get your whelp under control first your highness. Maybe he needs to get back on the teete." Torrhen over says her title mocking her.
"Can't believe the rumors are true, a bastard and a female as a sworn shield, at least we know the lack of good warriors in the North." She scoffs getting annoyed with the young lord. Her scowl only deepens when a large smile breaks out on Torrhen's face.
"Aye are women are stronger in the North because the men are much bigger. Greatjon alone probably required 10 maesters and 5 wet nurses." Torrhen says getting a laugh from the North.
"So I heard that Lady Whent died and House Tully will be giving Harrenhal as the prize of the tourney, are these rumors true." Prince Oberyn arrived with his Paramour.
"Aye that is the reason the North is here." Torrhen says as Nymeria heavy with child walks up to her father. Her father had arrived separately from the rest of the Martell family, he came in just behind the North.
"Father little Oberyn Snow is happy to see you." She smiles as her father puts a hand on her large belly.
"A paramour brought to a respectable tournament, such a shame on our host." Cersei sneers.
"Well I look forward to seeing my sworn shield Obara eliminate your dear brother." This gets a sneer from Cersei and surprisingly a chuckle from Tyrion. Tyrion loves his family with his whole being, but he loved watching Cersei make an ass of herself.
"Ned!" King Robert yells pushing his way through the crowd with Lancel in tow giving his foster brother a large bear hug. The two had been on shaky terms but been healing their relationship by ravens back and forth.
"Your Grace, how was your travel?" Ned replies
"Come now Ned it's just Robert to you, now I believe introductions are in order." Torrhen decides to let his uncle handle the introductions since that is his old friend.
"Aye, this is my Nephew Torrhen Stark, Warden of the North. Beside him is his consort wife the beautiful Arianne Martell and in her belly is the heir to Dorne." Eddard says receiving some shocks of people who only thought their marriage was a tall tale of traders throughout the kingdom.
"To his other side is his Paramour and mother to his first child Nymeria Sand." Ned continued
"Before we continue Ned, who will be competing in the tournament? Will you be showing your skills in the circle?" Robert ask his foster brother.
"No Robert we had our moment in the sun, it's time to let these young ones battle in the arena and entertain us." Eddard smiled to his foster brother.
"The ones who will be representing the North will be Torrhen, Torrhen's sworn shield Obara will be representing the North and Dorne." Ned replied, a messenger came up to and whispered something into the ear of Torrhen.
"Uncle Eddard me, and Obara need register. Come on squires we walk now." Torrhen says to his uncle.
"Uncle Eddard? What do you all your nieces and nephews have a stick that big up their ass Ned?" Robert laughs out, Torrhen knows he should be offended, while he may hate the actions of Robert, Torrhen has respect for the acts of valor on the battlefield. After the battle is over that is where the respect stops though.
Some smartass northerner yells "No Torrhen and Nymeria were experimenting again." This gets a roar of laughter from everyone and the king. Torrhen loving a good laugh plays along.
"Greatjon that was supposed to be a secret." This gets even more laughs. As Torrhen walks away Obara, his two lover, and two squires following him he as he sees Ser Arthur Dayne staring Ser Jamie Lannister down as if he wants to kill him there and now. He leaves his uncle to the rest of the introductions.
"Me and Ygritte can participate in the junior squire tournament right?" Jon inquires as they move across the field to the tent at the other end.
"Aye, remember what I taught you though. This will not be sparing this will be hard competition, and Ygritte remember people will try to finish you quickly hoping not to get embarrassed by a girl." Both nod their understanding.
As they reach the sign up tent they see Ser Gerold Dayne walking away as they pass they share a forearm shake and keep moving in their own directions. They approach a table in the open with a cute servant girl of 19 with a sheet of paper.
"Good afternoon M' Lord." She gives an innocent smile. She blushes when Torrhen kisses her knuckles and gives her a wink. She scrambles a little losing her train of thought, then Arianne whispers something in her ear that makes her eyes widen and look at Torrhen with lust.
"Yes M' Lady." She squeaks outs. "How can I help you my Lord?" She inquires finally getting ahold of herself.
"We need two entrants to the tourney, and two into the junior tourney." Torrhen tells the lovely girl.
"M' Lord I will sign you up and will need a signature from the 4 of you, you two will be the last in combat tourney. The sheet will now be closed. Winner will need to pay House Tully 50,000 dragons for back taxes which can be payed in installments for Harrenhal. Anyone competing in the joust M' Lord?" She says giving them the terms of accepting Harrenhal.
"No my lady." He smiles at her getting a lustful grin from her.
"Who will be competing in the combat tourney?" She grabs the paper, pen, and inkwell.
"Lord Torrhen Stark, Warden of the North." She nods only gaining more lust for the youth knowing his position in the kingdom.
"Lady Obara Sand, daughter of Prince Oberyn Martell and sworn shield to me Torrhen Stark." She nods once more confirming all the details for when they are presented.
"M' Lord your sworn shield will be the second women here competing." She tells a surprised Torrhen. The middle kingdoms was infamous for not allowing women to warriors.
"The names will be split into two sides of 16 and after each round the names will get scattered and resplit up to provide the people a good show and great competition." Torrhen nods liking the setup, every competitor had a day to prepare for an opponent that they learned the day before.
"Who is the competitors for the junior tourney?" She inquires getting a new sheet out with only two more openings.
"Jon Snow of Winterfell, squire to Lord Torrhen Stark. The other competitor will be Ygritte Giantsbane of Torrhen's Hol, squire to Lord Torrhen Stark." She smiles at hearing the name of Ygritte.
"It is lovely to see such strong female competitors arriving. Until this year all the tourneys have not had a female competitor since the great warrior Lady Nymeria Rivers." She presents the papers for signatures and receives them by 4 said people.
As they go to leave Arianne stops in front of her and kisses her on the lips gently. "Past dusk find the Lord of Winterfell's tent." She commands and they leave the once again blushing and excited girl.
"Should I be hiding my grand baby My Lord?" The party looks behind to see a short older lady. She has a rose sigil and a sigil of grapes on a purple background on her dress, it can only be Olenna Redwyne the Queen of Roses.
"My Lady, since you are widowed you should be worrying about yourself." Torrhen leans down kissing the older woman's hand.
"The rumors are true, handsome, well mannered, horrible flirt, and unbashful womanizer. If I were 30 years younger I would be in your tent instead of that young lass whose name you're going to forget."
Olenna and Torrhen have friendly banter until they reach a lake.
"My Lord would you escort me to the gardens? I don't have ill feelings towards your wife and paramour as others have but rather not have a large posse. Plus the lovely ladies look like they need to rest after our walk." She gives them a gentle and friendly smile.
Torrhen gives his lovers a kiss and kisses the swollen bellies, and a nap for the heavy lovers. Obara stays behind gripping her spear tightly.
"She is a little protective, do you mind if she walks with us?" Torrhen as the cunning and Olenna Redwyne.
"She can, dear can you just walk at least 20 paces in front or behind?" Obara looks at her Lord for confirmation and receives the nod.
Torrhen offering his arm to the Queen of Roses and they walk to the Minisa Whent Garden, she was the Lady of Riverrun and deceased spouse of Hoster Tully.
"Minisa always loved flowers you know, she would have been proud of this garden." Olenna stops and test the stem strength of some white roses.
"Now not as nice as Highgardens or from what I hear Winterfell's that a certain nephew made in honor of his aunt." She gives a sly wink to the northern lord.
"Aunt Lyanna always loved her flowers, over half of the garden is the blue winter rose." They chat about nothing and everything till they reach a central plaza with a table. On the table are treats, wine, and a pitcher full of southern ale.
"We do not have as good ale as the North but we hope this will suffice." Olenna says as she directs Torrhen to the table. Already at the table is the fat oaf himself, the "Lord" of Highgarden himself Mace Tyrell.
"Mother I see you brought our northern guest. Come have a drink, I see your sworn shield has come with you. My Lady have a seat be merry with us." He says in a big smile. Torrhen knows not to trust this man, he was just trying to hard to be friendly.
Obara Sand takes a seat next to her Lord and pours some wine for herself and a flagon of mead for Torrhen. He gives her an appreciative nod and looks back at the large oaf.
"Speaking from one tourney champ to a possible another one let me say it is a honor to finally meet you. We at Highgarden have heard how you and Dorne have turned Westeros on its back. Now Dorne may not be our closest allies.." Obara lets out a loud snort at the ridiculous statement.
In the past month alone Mace had tried to confiscate 4 Dornish trade vessels that was stopping in Oldtown to get the goods, Mace only underestimated the influence that Dorne had been building in Oldtown. Torrhen gives her a glare to watch herself or else, she looks down in defeat knowing she crossed a line.
"Your sworn shield is alright Torrhen, do you mind if I call you Torrhen? Fancy titles here seem just a bit too much." She gives a sweet smile that says to him Let me lower your guard.
"Aye Ollena, now Mace I know you did not bring me here to have me test your ale out. Might I add while it's not as good as northern ale this is still a fine tasting ale. A little too sweet, a little more wheat should help balance it out." Torrhen states while he takes another sip of the ale.
He sees a servant bearing the rose of Tyrell jotting down some notes, most likely the ale tip.
"Perceptive, now I am here to make you an offer that would benefit both House Tyrell and Stark." Torrhen interrupts him.
"I notice you put House Tyrell first but please go on." This receives a laugh from the Queen of Roses.
"Yes, well what I propose is a betrothal between our two great houses. My daughter Margaery and you Lord Torrhen Stark." Torrhen can only raise his eyebrow and look at the fat lord.
"Let me get this straight, you want me to become betrothed to your 9 year old daughter. You receive the influence of the rising House of Stark and its connection and trade while I receive a southern rose. Did I sum up the deal?" Mace Tyrell over confident his hand is better than Torrhens hand just nods.
"Yes that sums it up." Mace replies and Torrhen can only give him the look that you give to a child who made a stupid request. Torrhen drains the rest of his half flagon in one gulp and fills up another flagan.
"Any trade routes or lower taxes in the future when trading with Highgarden?" Torrhen asked. He knows there is no way he could be offering absolutely nothing and expect everything.
"No lower tariffs on your goods, as long as you align yourself with the Martells we cannot support your trade agreements with them. What we offer you is a entrance to southern politics and King's Landing." Mace smiled back knowing in his head that he had the wolf cornered. Eventually Torrhen would have to have representatives in southern politics so he would need allies.
"Well I must respectfully decline, in terms of gains you are gaining 99% while I only receive 1%. Now your daughter may a beautiful girl who will become a fine young lady I cannot think with my cock when deciding the future of 600,000 people." Torrhen goes to walk away from the table.
"Torrhen do you think you and your lovely shield could escort me back to the castle?" Olenna ask him. Torrhen nods offering his arm to her once again leaving a dumbfounded oaf at the table angry that he had just been insulted. The Warden of the North did not even make a counteroffer, They will pay for this.
They walk silently through the garden and once they walk past the gate Ollena sparks the conversation.
"I told that oaf that it was an insult to even suggest it. My grand baby is an amazing girl but you do have a kingdom to worry about. Maybe we can sit down and discuss a possible merger, bad blood between the kingdoms is bad for everybody." Ollena states as the castle comes into view.
"I agree, I do have a counteroffer for you though since you seem to be the brains of Highgarden." Ollena laughs at the comment.
"Arthur Stark, the first son of Eddard Stark and Ashara Stark. I will make him Lord of a large important castle in the North and your grandbaby will be his lady." Olenna thought about this, she wanted her grandbaby to be queen or something like that but with the stock going up in the North it would be prudent to jump on the wagon early.
"Yes I think I could agree to that, they marry in 6 years at your godswood. She may be of the seven but if she is to live amongst the North she must gain the respect of the North. Arthur will spend 6 moons in Highgarden, 6 moons Margaery will spend in Winterfell." Olenna suggested.
"One correction and we have a deal. 3 moons in Winterfell and then she heads home, they spend 3 moons apart. Then Arthur will spend 3 moons in Highgarden and head home and be apart for 3 moons." Olenna could see the wisdom in this, give the children a chance to get to know each other with giving them some time apart early on so they could grow on each other.
"Deal." She smiled at him.
"Good to see some people have some sense more than the oaf. Sorry didn't mean to disrespect your family but brains seems to have skipped a generation." Torrhen comments as Tully guards hauling a drunk away passes him.
"Yes he is a oaf, and a lot of people have called him much worse than a idiot me included. Well thank you for the walk and good luck in the tournament. I would say I am rooting for you but Garlan is fighting." Torrhen kisses her knuckles after a laugh and they separate at the a hallway.
Walking back towards the exit the tired twosome make a wrong turn and down a maze of halls now.
"Told you we should have made a left!" A tired and frustrated Torrhen growls, Obara smirking mouths quietly so her Lord doesn't hear her We did make that left.
The two find their way to the main hall when they bump into an elegantly dressed Hand of the King Jon Arryn and his wife Lysa Arryn.
"Lord Stark what a surprise to run into you, Lady Obara nice to meet." The Hand bows to her which she bows back.
"Lord Hand, Lady Hand how are you this night. This castle is very maze like." Lysa snorts in agreement knowing if she was a visiting lady she would be lost as well.
"Lord Stark would you like to meet my father in law Hoster Tully?" The Hand inquires.
"Aye that would be fine lead the way, I have to be somewhere in a while but can make another small detour." The group of four walk their way through the castle on the way to meet the Lord of Riverrun. As they walk they talk about small matters of gossip, what it was like growing up in the Riverlands, and other small things.
They approach the solar and get the okay to enter, Torrhen is impressed with the solar very much. The room is large with a large balcony facing the river, it truly is a spectacular view. He looks around and sees the solar filled with a large man with a black fish on his tunic and knows this is the infamous Blackfish Tully. Next to him is a man that he recognizes as Petyr Baelish and his wife Catelyn Baelish.
"Brynden Blackfish Tully, may I say it's an honor to finally meet you in person. I grew up listening to the stories of the War of the nine penny kings and the heroics of it." Brynden does not say anything wanting to judge man before addressing him. Torrhen turns his attention to the frail Lord Hoster Tully.
"Lord Tully might I add you know how to put a tourney on, one day I will need your advice when I decide to host one in Winterfell. I saw little Hoster Baelish walking around here somewhere, strong grandson you have." Hoster smiles at the compliment at his family, the proud parents smile their gratitude to him.
What Torrhen sees surprises him; love. When he looks at the eyes of Petyr and Caitlyn he sees love in them, looking into their eyes you can tell they have a marriage where they truly cherish each other. He may hate the ground Baelish walks on but he has to respect him.
They hear the door open and in comes a Edmure Tully that looks like he ran here.
"Thank you for that comment on my grandson we are very proud, if the Hand has asked you here then please take a seat. We are not discussing anything confidential."
Torrhen and Obara comply sitting on the far right of the half circle facing the desk. They chat about the organizing and other things and then Harrenhal is brought up.
"It was such a shame Harrenhal is vacant with Lady Whent's death." Hoster shakes his head sadly.
Jon, Petyr, and Edmure start talking about why the castle would be the prize but Torrhen finds it obvious by looking at it from a outside view.
"You don't want it, that is why you are giving it away for 50,000 dragons." All heads turn toward Torrhen. Hoster nods for him to continue his thought showing him he is on the right path.
"That castle is massive and no one wants it in the Riverlands, even if someone was to want it they would need to loan the money from you to pay the taxes but the taxes are owed to you so you gave away a gift for absolutely nothing." Petyr picks up the baton and continues from where he left off.
"If dear Obara here is to win in she either goes to Doran or Torrhen and you at least made 50,000 dragons out of it. And you only allowed the Frey to fight because they will be a easy first round knockout, ergo no loan." Hoster feels he has heard enough and decides to finish the story.
"Yes both of you are spot on, let somebody do something with that damn castle. Like if Prince Oberyn would win he could wave the Dornish flag but it being Tully territory I would still receive the taxes."
They all compliment Lord Tully on the quick thinking right before the tourney began, an empty castle that could possibly earn him money was better than digging into his own pocket for the winnings.
An hour later all occupants and tired and start filing out. As Torrhen goes to leave he gets a hand halt from Hoster.
"Edmure, Obara, Brynden please leave me and the good Lord to chat." Both Brynden and Obara stay still with a worry look on their face. To ease his concerns Torrhen unbuckles his belt and hands the sword and sheathe to Obara.
"Dear I am a frail old man, how would I kill him?" Torrhen nods for her to go, she knows she messed up by the snort with the Tyrells so she leaves deciding not to press her luck.
As the door shuts Hoster turns very seriously towards Torrhen.
"Young man I may be old but not stupid, you and Dorne are planning something. I will not press you or expose you but I ask this one thing, when it comes to the Riverlands please leave a Tully here and please not be the reason the crops and villages of Riverrun burn." Torrhen shakes his hand, if he was to take the Riverlands over he knows how valuable the resources it can be.
"I will, I do want to start a trade route up the kings road trading lumber, minerals and so forth for crops. We are going to be pickling them and storing them for a winter when it is to come. We have decent weather in the North now but our luck runs out eventually." They discuss the overall plan and agree to it with details to be discussed later, they shake hands and depart.
As Obara and Torrhen are walking away Torrhen can only think of what Hoster said about him claiming Westeros for the Starks. Every good kingdom needs a good capital and that dump King's Landing would not do, smelt of piss, shit, and horse manure. He would need an upgraded castle, a bigger castle, perhaps Harrenhal. The the title strikes him; King Torrhen Stark, the second of his name.
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As the meeting between Hoster and Torrhen was going on a very different meeting was in progress in a private room.
King Robert had been worried about the North/Dorne alliance for a long time, Robert had thought of killing the Martell girl and child for a safety net. But that plan was quickly dismissed when all Varys approached about it refused to return his spies calls. Varys even lost some valuable contacts permanently by even suggesting it.
Currently Cersei, Tyrion and Jaime were gathered around a round table discussing a better plan.
"Why don't we have the faceless men just kill him and the Martell girl sending both sides into chaos and wreck themselves?" Cersei asked if the answer was obvious.
Tyrion could only face palm at the stupid plan his sister had made.
"Dear sister who would be the first people the people to our north and south accuse, the people of the North absolutely loves Torrhen. They would burn every keep past the neck behind the brash leadership of their new lord Rodwell. We need someone else to do the work for us. I got it the Stepstones, what is the thing they don't have?"
"A king." Cersei states simply.
"So we install a king there and then what?" Jamie ask not knowing where this is going.
"We secretly push a king to the Stepstone Islands, said pirate king will pillage and disrupt the trade of Dorne so much both economies will fall creating tension between them." Tyrion says sipping his wine.
"They both have a deep navy though, what guarantees do we have they will lose?" Cersei inquires, she likes the plan but doesn't want to be caught off guard.
"Neither the North or Dorne have any competent admirals who would lead the navy to victory, under Stannis it would be a easy victory but under Lord Sol he would get crushed." They finish late into the night candle finalizing the plan.
(Scene Break)
As Torrhen approaches the tent he still sees the candle lit knowing his two lovers are awake. As he opens the tent and Obara goes to get some sleep knowing some guards from Torrhen's Hol watches over him. What he sees when he walks in makes the sleepy Torrhen have another feeling.
(Lemon begins)
His wife Arianne is nude still looking beautiful as the day she was filled with his seed is laying on the bed legs spread wide with a happy look on her face. Kneeling on the bed ass high face deep into Ariannes pussy is who Torrhen would learn her name is Loren Rivers a bastard of House Darry receiving spankings from a smiling Nymeria with her sandal in hand. She is counting out the spanking she is on between licks.
"I see you got her prepared for me." Torrhen says causing all three women to jump and Arianne to squirt in her face.
"Mmmm yes Master come over here try it, she just loves it. SMAK" The kneeling girl moans loud.
"33" She counts obediently.
"Good girl." Nym plays with Loren's hair parting it. As she parts the hair she feels the smack of her other sandal on her exposed ass making her moan loud.
"Seems to me someone else like it too, I believe someone here intentionally left Vengeance in the mud to receive 50 spankings as well." He smacks her again on the ass getting a louder moan. She sheepishly looks away not wanting to admit it.
"Now the maester said this type of activity could cause too early of a birth so to sit over there now." Torrhen points to the couch, both girls want to argue but see the look on his face and knows it's a losing battle. A snap of his fingers sends them over their quickly.
"Now my dear who may I be addressing?" Torrhen walks up to the nude girl who is kneeling on the bed with her back straight. He tweeks her nipples getting a loud moan from her.
"Loran Rivers M' Lord" She replies between moans.
"Now what could a sweet little girl like you want with a big bad wolf like me?" He massages her pussy making her moan loudly and rotate her body with his hand motion.
"Make this body your play thing M' Lord, release the wolf on me. " She feels a hard smack on her pussy, she should hate the pain but she feels herself wetter now than she has ever been for anyone in her life.
"Please M' Lord fuck me." She is begging.
He guides his thumb around her lips, she tries to catch it with her tongue and suck it like she is depending on it for life when it enters.
"You found a good one dears I may have to reward you once the maesters clear you." Both girls happy they are going to have a child but cursing the child right now.
"Take off my clothes dear." She listens and obeys tearing off his clothes quickly till he is in the buff and she sees the object she wants.
"Go ahead taste it dear." He encourages her. And she dives down and takes it all in at once.
She starts to suck him off feeding off him for life force, she gets wetter when he grabs her hair roughly guiding her. He starts to feel himself build and grabs her head and releases his seed down her throat not allowing her to waste a drop.
"You want this up your cunt don't you dear?" His cock still in her mouth so she can only look up and nod with begging eyes. He pulls out of her mouth and tosses face down on the bed and adjusting her to be on her knees so her ass is high. She is loving the loss of control, she loves being able to boss lords outside the tent since she is coordinator planner but gods the feeling of lost control might make her switch to the old gods.
He lines himself up with her and buries his hilt deep in her making her release a loud moan. He starts slowly as she grinds her hips with the motion and speeds up till she is a drooling and sweating mess, she has had the feeling of cumming for at least 10 minutes but holds it off knowing the lord needs to give her permission.
"Ready dear?" He ask still pumping away at her red wet pussy. She can only moan a yes.
Torrhen feels his body stiffen and then feels his seed leave his body and gets sent into the girl's womb. She feels it and releases herself. Torrhen pulls out from his lover leaving the sticky mess and kisses her lips softly.
She knows she should drink moon tea now but she will just do it in the morning she figures, when the morning would come she would completely forget about it then also leading to a surprise 1 moon later.
(Lemon End)
As they are smiling and getting ready for bed a Nymeria cries out in pain, one of Tormund's sons runs in knowing what is a pain of sex and just a pain. He takes a look at the girl Loren who only had her breaches on and was still topless and then to her Lord who was still nude. His eyes follow the scream and both Torrhen and Torregg are running over, Torrhen finally putting his pants on. Both lovers of Torrhen had dressed towards the end getting into their shear nightgown that left little to the imagination.
"I'll go get the maester My Lord." Torregg runs out and as he runs out Rodwell, Eddard, Ashara, Yara, and his squires come running in. They were having a sit down with the squires on what would be the best strategy against the formidable Loras Tyrell who was the squire for Renly. They heard the moans and ignored it like they did in the castle but knew the scream came from the very heavy with child Nymeria.
As they enter they catch a view of the half dressed Loran who was just grabbing her top to make herself decent.
Ygritte just raises an eyebrow, "Really the sign up girl?"
Rodwell wants to tease his brother but knows right now is not the time. Eddard wants to chastise his nephew but know he is just like Brandon, the main difference is Torrhen married a girl that lets him be open about it. Ashara just wants to scrub her eyes from the memory of almost walking in on her favorite nephew.
"Come on let's get her to the bed" Eddard says taking command of the situation, Torrhen is frozen in shock not knowing what to do seeing as this is his first child. Torrhen and Eddard carry the laboring and screaming Nymeria over to the bed. Then the maester shows up.
All the men are ushered out except Torrhen who wants to help. An hour later a crowd is building outside full of friends, family, and people who are just curious to what is going on. The impatient Oberyn is pacing outside and finally has to be told to sit down by Eddard. Then finally a smiling Ashara comes out and tell them only a few people can come in. The Starks and Martells are quickly bound in. They see a almost asleep Nymeria holding her baby while the smiling Torrhen is holding her from her side.
The baby is whimpering but not crying anymore. The child is born with the olive oil skin of Dorne and the nose of the grandfather Oberyn, grey eyes look up at the people surround him.
"Oberyn I would like you to meet Oberyn Snow and your first grandchild." Torrhen says as he takes Oberyn from Nym and places him in his grandfather's arm. It takes an hour of passing the baby around and seeing Nym, Torrhen, and Arianne all cuddled up sound asleep for people to finally realize its time to leave. Ellaria, Ashara, and Barbary take the child to the castle to find a private room for it with Stark and Martell guards proud to protect the newborn.
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The next day had thankfully not been the start of the tournament, Torrhen was able to get some rest and train. His allies all came to him and congratulated him on the fatherhood, he still gave Loren saucy winks when he saw her. Rumors started to spread of their activities before the birth but she didn't care. The only thing that bugged her was she forgot to do something in the excitement but she could not remember.
The moment that surprised Torrhen was when the king, Renly, Olenna, Loras, Tyrion, Cersei and a 9 year old Margaery came up to congratulate them.
"I hear congratulations are in order." The King said with a smile. He never understood the whole act of claiming a bastard, if the girl didn't drink moon tea it was her own fault.
"Yes where is the little guy?" A way to dressed up Renly asked.
"Here he is, just playing with his grandpa and great uncle." Oberyn said as they all saw a happy Oberyn holding his first grandchild and Areo Hotah pushing Doran in his wheelchair.
"May I hold him?" A shy Margaery ask the shirtless Torrhen causing her to blush. They had caught Obara, Ygritte, and Jon training with Torrhen. Loras took this moment to assess his competition in the junior tourney, he was impressed, the two of them might actually make him sweat.
Torrhen nods and takes the child from Oberyn and places it in the crook of Margaery's arm. The baby is laughing and she is smiling.
"What did you name the precious child." Cersei sneers at the praise a bastard is receiving. She would love to have all of Robert's killed.
"Oberyn Snow, if I die without heirs he will be made Stark. If I have a Stark heir with a Stark wife he will be a Stark, heir after the line of the Stark wife's kids." Torrhen says casually getting a shocked look from everybody.
Nymeria hugs Torrhen as tight as her weak body can handle. Oberyn smiles more knowing his namesake will be legitimized. All the visting party looks horrified besides Tyrion who was not surprised, Olenna who also had been expecting it, and a Margaery who did not know why everybody was shocked.
After handshakes and hugs from the ladies minus Cersei they all went back to training.
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On the other side of the field there was a minor lord who was enjoying the power that was given to him this day, Lord Hoster Tully had assigned Lord Micah Bonner the Lord of Dutch Hill in the Riverlands to create the schedule of fighters each round. He was thinking about approaching the Lannisters see how much they would pay to have a word in the sorting. As Micah decided he needed to make a pit stop he went to the edge of the camp where the river ran. There he found a note and a small bag of money.
He decided it couldn't hurt to look at the note. He read it and it said,
Meet me in the backroom on the 7th floor of the east tower. 10,000 dragons await you.
Micah knew he should drop the letter off with the Blackfish but that was a lot of dragons for a small house like his. With this gold he could finally build his daughter that barn she wanted for her 5th nameday.
While walking there he was thinking about the battles he would plan. Seeing father vs daughter first round would be a fun matchup, of course he would set the Wolf Lord with the worse path due to stealing Loran from him. He was closing in on her and she got snatched away from him, he would pay.
As he reached the the 7th floor he didn't hear a mouse scurry and next thing he knew a black bag was over his head and felt steel on his neck. Yup should have gone to the Blackfish he thought.
"I have an interested party that will pay you 10,000 dragons to do the match ups he requested or you refuse and your pretty little wife gets sent to a slave trader across the Narrow Sea. You either agree and end up with 10,000 dragons or decline and end up dead with an enslaved wife." Micah could feel the urine running down his leg, his marriage may have been a political one but he loved her with all his heart even if he was unfaithful at times.
"I agree" Micah quickly says knowing it is the best thing for his family.
"Once the tourney is done you will find the gold in your solar. Afterwards if you report it, it will be viewed as a refusal." Micah could only nod and felt a slip of paper go into pocket. As quick as the bag was over his head it was gone and he was alone.
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The next morning the crowd was gathered around battle board showing who was facing each other today the first match was set to start in 3 hours after morning fast was broken. The Board read like
Lord Torrhen Stark, Warden of the North v. Ser Walder Black Frey
Obara Sand, Sworn Shield of Lord Torrhen Stark v. Ser Steffan Frey
Lady Brienne of Tarth v. Ser Gerold Dayne
Eggon v. Lord Renly Baratheon
Kingsguard Ser Jaime Lannister v. Ser Brynden Blackwood of Raventree
Prince Oberyn Martell of Dorne v. Ser Lyle Farnell of the Vale
Ser Garlan Tyrell of Highgarden v. Kingsguard Ser Arys Oakheart
Ser Dennis Plumm of the Westerlands v. Ser Beric Dondarrion of Blackhaven
The onlookers knew most of the fights were blowouts just to get the Lords and Princes to the next round but the fight between Garlan and Arys was the hot ticket of the round, most people wanted to go to the Torrhen and Prince Oberyn fight because they wanted to see their movements but knew it was unmatched.
Prince Oberyn walked behind the Warden of the North placing his hand on his shoulder.
"Well Torr it looks like we are meeting in the finals huh?" He teased Torrhen. At that point two neglected sisters and shadows approached him.
"I see how it is just ignore us just because you're a big bad warrior." Rhae said and Sylvia continued where her best friend left off.
"It's okay we are not hurt I guess we will have to find someone else to bug" They both fold their arms looking away
"Oh no please forgive me, how bout I get you a whole crate of raspberries from Myr. Would that be enough punishment?" He plays along with the game. They just smile and kiss his cheeks, they had been addicted to them going through a crate a month.
"Remember he may be a Frey but don't get complacent" Sarra the smartest one of the bunch replies.
"Yea just kick their ass brother!" Lyarra does a kicking motion causing her sister to roll her eyes. It was amazing how two sisters could be so different in personality, this difference seemed to only make the twins closer though. You never saw one without the other.
And Excited trio came towards him in Rodwell, Arty, and Bran.
"There is the future Lord of Harrenhal." Rodwell chimed getting excited to see his brother in true combat.
"How about we let him first step into the arena cousin." Arty says to Rodwell who just shrugs hugging his brother and looking for Tyene to shamelessly to flirt with and ask to escort her to the fight.
"Well see you in the arena cousin." Arty says and walks away. Brandon follows closely by after wishing him luck.
The rest of the family stops by to give him pointers and good luck. The last person to see him off to the changing tent is little Obe as they started calling him with his mother and Aunt Arianne.
After deep kisses they parted way, Obara and Torrhen went into the changing tent for House Stark. They both strip nude and start helping each other dress, there had never been anything sexual between them so they would always help each other since they knew it would lead to nothing. With both armored up, Torrhen wore his medium chained wolf armour as they started calling it. Obara decided to go with a leather cuirass in the style her father wore, it bore the Stark Wolf and Martell Sun.
Torrhen stepped onto the field with 500 screaming fans, you could hear betting going on in the background and Tyrion place a large bid on Torrhen. Across the the field he saw his opponent Black Walder Frey looking as confident as a mouse in a room full of cats. Well wolves in this situation.
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Rhae sat in the bench for House Martell since when she tried to sit with the Starks she was ran off by an angry Cersei. She now sat next to her cousin Arianne, Nymeria with baby Obe, and Sylvia who refused to move when the Kingsguard told her she was in the wrong bench. She watched her protector and bigger brother Torrhen step onto the field in his wolf armor that made him look so handsome, maybe if he got tired of the current king she could message her aunt and arrange a marriage with him and Dany. Her musing were cut short with the ugly Frey unsheathed his sword and Vengeance came out of his sheathe.
Torrhen never even let the Frey get any real offense, after Torrhen hacking and slashing strategically at the defenses of Walder and opening finally opened up and with a wild swing Torrhen dunked underneath it, he proceeded to then kick his legs out from underneath the Frey sending him tumbling. With the sword out of reach Torrhen placed his blade against the exposed neck of Walder Frey ending the fight. Everybody was so shock the fight if you could call it that barely lasted a minutes before Walder was on his back.
"The winner is Lord Torrhen Stark." The judge declared getting a loud rowdy applause from the northern entourage.
Torrhen sent a smile her way, not to his lover but directly to her. That moment alone made the journey worthy it, made all the hecklers, and made all the threats she had already received worth it. She never reported the to Torrhen because he would have probably took each of their heads, instead she went to her Uncle Doran to sort out the credible from the drunk idiots.
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The next match was between another Frey whose names all got jumbled together and Arthur's cousin's sworn shield Obara Sand. Arty had watched his cousins match with great interest, he had always watched every detail of his cousins fight from hand placement to the movement of his feet. Learning from Torrhen was a tricky venture, he had been so naturally graceful and fluid sometimes he would perform these amazing displays of skills but you had to see it yourself and break it down. He had been working with his namesake Ser Arthur Dayne about learning this way. Torrhen could not teach you most of his skills since he did not know how he did them because they came natural to him.
Arty saw unlike Black Walder, Steffan was not afraid to be in the circle. His muscles were controlled and not visibly shaking from nerves, that being said neither was Obara. Obara had come along way since that spar session in Winterfell, while she still lost to Torrhen it was a much closer event. Speaking of which Arty looked over and saw Torrhen was over in the Martell side with his newborn in his hand and Nym curled up to his side, his younger sister Sylvia who was becoming pretty deadly with the short blade was next to Rhae who was watching her cousin with great attention.
Obara stepped forward pressing a distance advantage she had with her whip, by the time Steffan was able to find his way with strike zone Obara already had her spear in her hand was counter attacking every move he made until she had a clean shot on him with a fast spear spin catching his cheek with the back side of her spear. Once Steffan fell to the ground she simply placed the point against his throat winning the contest.
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Ashara Dayne had been enjoying the festivities with her husband, they looked back happily at the Tourney of Harrenhal that they had met at and fell in love. Torrhen had approached her with the idea of a betrothal between her Arthur and the young Tyrell girl, at first she wanted to place Arty in a hug and say no to all suitors. As she began to think about it soon he would be 10 and he was already learning the political scene from his cousin and teachers, he knew his duty was to his family and a connection with another kingdom besides Dorne is what they needed.
Ashara saw her family's sworn shield and distant family member Ser Gerold Dayne step forward, she had always been friendly with him as a child so she would definitely be rooting for him. From the tent emerged a woman that stood over 6 ft, the thing that struck her first was she was not a very pretty girl. She understood how Lord politics could be, if you were not blessed with a pretty face you had a tough road before you as a women.
When the match started she expected a quick match but to her surprise it was a quick match with her distant cousin losing. Gerold was a very accomplished warrior so when Brienne of Tarth kept countering all the strikes and striking hard she became impressed with the woman.
With a sword to his chest they were onto the next match.
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The next match scheduled was the fight between Lord Renly Baratheon who currently held Storms End vs one of the primary members of the Mountain's Men during the war; Eggon. Not much was known about him except he was a leader among the raping and pillaging campaign that the Mountain led last war. It was thought that he was part of the group that was responsible for the death of Aegon and the rape of Elia. They could not prove it because they believed he stepped out to find a serving girl, without proof he touched Elia meant he was untouchable.
As Renly walked out onto the field like a gigantic peacock he bowed to his brother and then sent the the lovey maidens by the fence a wink making them blush. Margaery was told by her father that he was looking into connecting the two houses of Baratheon and Tyrell through her and Renly after the refusal of Torrhen. Last night her grandmother had told her about a secret talk she had with Lord Torrhen Stark about merging their houses. She had never felt more like a piece on the cyvasse than today.
At first she was nervous because it was known of Torrhens love for the opposite sex, she had no problem with it but she did not want that in her husband. The rumors that were going around was that before the birth of his child Oberyn Snow he had been with his paramour which alone was rare to have one north of Dorne, his wife Arianne Martell, and a bastard girl who worked the event name Loran Rivers.
Margaery was thankful that Torrhen himself rejected the initial offer that her father pushed forward, in a secret meeting her grandmother had discussed the union between her and Arthur Stark. She looked over at said Stark who was also bored of Renly and his showing off, he found entertainment in his twin cousins and tickling them. He was handsome, told to be gallant, not a big flirt so it would not be the worse match.
As the the two unsheathed their swords it was quickly obvious that Renly did not get the battle instincts of his elder brothers, quickly Eggon had Renly on the ground separated from his blade and blade to his chest declaring him the winner. Eggon had the audacity to walk by the Martell stands and walk by Rhaenys and winked at her causing Lord Torrhen Stark to jump out of the stands drawing his sword. Eggon drew his trying to egg him on insulted the honor of Lyanna, Elia, and little Rhaenys.
It took 10 men including the giant Tormund Giantsbane to hold Torrhen down while they dragged Eggon away. She could hear Queen Cersei trying to convince Hoster Tully to kick Torrhen out of the competition, Lord Tully simply shrugged her concerns off and walks to the castle for a lunch with his brother.
Surprisingly it was the younger brother Rodwell who was calming down the Wolf Lord. After his two lovers took him away the people spread out to get the midday meal. Torrhen, his lovers, and Rhaenys did not return to the tourney after midday meal. A lot of people only saw the Savage Wolf trying to go for the jugular, Margaery saw a overprotective adopted brother.
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Queen Cersei was having a horrible day, here she was the Queen of the 7 kingdoms and she actually had to plot to destabilize 2 of them. She had hoped Jamie would win this damn tournament for the Westerlands because who knows what that damn wolf would do with Harrenhal. The Wolf Lord had the audacity to attack a citizen of the Westerlands, if she had anything to do with it she would place the Wolf Lord's head on a spike.
She was moved out of her thoughts as she heard the steel sword of her brother and lover Jaime smashed his sword against this Lord Whiteword or whatever the fuck the knight's name was. Jamie proceeded with excellent grace on sliding the sword through a gap that didn't exist finishing the fight.
House Lannister supporters all gave their respect with a clap while those savages from the North were heckling, at least until the Quiet Wolf stood up and started clapping. At least he has some manners, Eddard may not be a full savage, she could only hope that the Stepstones would play their part in the plot.
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Ser Lyle Farnell was a good knight loyal to the Vale and his family who wanted to make both proud, the problem was his opponent was Prince Oberyn Martell. Oberyn was still fuming at the insult towards his niece by the man he knew was also responsible for the death and rape of Elia Targaryen. He had hoped either him or Torrhen would get that pig next round.
Doran watched his brother with concern, Doran had approached his sister's death with a quiet rage. Doran knew that exploding on everything and everyone would not help the situation. Oberyn had approached the situation on the opposite spectrum, the viper was a deadly man when he was pissed off. What shocked Doran was how Torrhen had reacted to the insult of Rhaenys, he heard they acted like brother and sister but today he saw a relationship more like he saw between Oberyn and Elia when then were children.
Doran watched as a timid knight step forward knowing the rage of the Red Viper was legendary. Oberyn had carried his signature weapon and met the young hedge knight. Right off the bat Oberyn had gaining the distance advantage and striking his opponent hard and fast, Oberyn had been playing with the injured hedge knight when a frustrated Doran yelled to his brother "Finish him, save your anger for those who deserve it."
Doran had wanted to spare the poor newlywed wife the humility of watching her husband be a play toy. Oberyn realized Doran was right, the Lannisters were his enemies not this knight. The knight was still fighting though, he had the heart of a champion just not the skills. Oberyn slid back and lunged finding a hole and pressing his spear head to throat of the young man. Oberyn was declared the winner by the judge.
As both men went to walk off the circled ring Oberyn had noticed both Nymeria and Obara were not there, figuring they were making sure Torrhen was alright he proceeded towards his brother.
"You will have your vengeance brother, patience. Now young man, I apologize for my brothers antics. You had impressive skills you were just outmatched." The young man can only look on in shock as he was complimented in loss by Prince Doran of Dorne. The young wife heavy with child stepped forward concerned.
"I know you are a hedge knight looking for work, is this the case?" Doran inquired, the knight only nods not wanting his words to fail him.
"Well I have a friend who needs someone to guard a convoy of trade goods between the Riverlands and the North. The post would require your family to stay in Torrhen's Hol, is this something you're interested in?" The young man is shocked how his fortune had changed, he went from a broke knight with a child on the way to working for the Torrhen Stark's trade route.
The young man looks at his wife and receives a nod.
"Yes My Prince I accept." A dour looking Areo Hotah steps up to push Doran away.
"Talk with Lord Eddard Stark about our conversation and he will sort it out." The knight nods and leaves the brothers to speak.
"Why did you do that Doran? I slapped him around a few times, what made you give him a well paying job like that?" A confused Oberyn asked.
"He will be indebted to us for being able to provide for his family, he was skilled he just never had a chance to show it. The sooner you can gain the loyalty of an up and coming knight like that the more they become loyal to you." Oberyn nods not really caring at this point and finds his paramour and leaves Doran to his thoughts.
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The light was falling from the sky so the final 2 matches of the day would be postponed till the next morning. That night 5 people were missing from the Stark camp. Torrhen was leaving to go pray to the gods for guidance that he could do what was right for his family and have the gods bless Oberyn Snow. Obara followed her Lord with babe in hand to go pray as well.
Before she came to serve Torrhen her and her sisters did not believe in any of the gods. After so long of guarding her Lord at the Godswood in Winterfell she started to feel the eyes bear down on her as if it was living. At first she tried to deny it but everytime she prayed to the tree the wind would stir and the leaves would rustle at the perfect moment as if her prayers were being heard. As they headed out Rhae and Sylvia quietly followed them from keeping at least 6 tents behind until they reached the garden.
"Come on out you two, if you're going to pray then come pray." Both girls wonder how they had been heard but follow obediently.
Sylvia was a faithful follower since her birth and she was blessed in the pond at Winterfell but Rhae had came from a family that followed the seven, she tried with all her heart to pray to the maiden and the rest but her prayers went ignored. One day she followed Torrhen as he went to pray, she was once again caught red handed but still invited to follow. When she sat down and stared at the face she felt a weight lift off of her, since that day 5 years ago she had been a believer.
The group of 5 sat out there till the deep night, Rhae and Sylvia slept leaning on each other while listening to the peaceful rustle of the old gods. Torrhen and Obara talked about the plan, and the route they would take home. They had planned to make a stop at the Inn of the Kneeling Man. Soon they woke up the two girls and they went back to their tents more at peace.
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The next day saw few of the Starks watching Garlan Tyrell defeat Ser Oakheart and Beric Dondarrion winning his fight. None of the Starks or northerns were seen at the jousting, the North view jousting as a waist for a good horse. Using a horse for sport like that was an insult to the creature.
Ygritte ended up making her Lord proud by winning the tournament beating a flustered Loras who couldn't believe he lost to a wildling girl. Jon had a good showing but could not get it done vs Loras in the semifinals. By the end of the day the match ups were up on the board, once again the matchmaker had a lot of motivation to make these certain match ups possible.
For the first time of the day Torrhen was seen walking in the camp was given a wide berth as he looked with a smile on his face.
Obara Sand v. Ser Garlan Tyrell
Prince Oberyn Martell v. Ser Jaime Lannister
Lady Brienne of Tarth v. Beric Dondarrion
Lord Torrhen Stark v. Eggon
Most people had wide eyes at the final match up, the fight between Prince Oberyn and Jaime Lannister should have been the hottest ticket but everybody knew tension can only build so high in the ring. That night a calm Torrhen went to the Godswood and cleaned Ice while Obara spent the time finding inner peace. Torrhen did not like using Ice in any situation besides a beheading, his day to day sword was Vengeance.
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The next morning found a restless Cersei walking the halls looking for her lover/brother.
"Cersei you needed me sweet sister?" He approached her wondering what she needed him for.
"Jaime what are you going to do, can you beat that snake?" Jaime looks affronted at the accusation.
"Sister I am the best sword in all Westeros and I'll prove here this morning." He kisses her lips, she had just given birth to Tommen and the maester had just cleared her to return to certain activities.
"Not here Jaime, I want to but we need to wait till we know we have privacy." She stopped him.
"Do you need any assistance from a poison or something?" Cersei asked worried. She had believed her Jaime could do it but she was still nervous. Jaime gives his sister a sweet laugh.
"I will be fine, now I need to go gear up Cersei." Jaime kisses her and leaves. She is still as worried as before.
Torrhen was walking to the tent to go get changed when he came across an annoying 6 year old Joffrey abusing some peasant children. He was having the one kick the others brother on the ground.
"Children run off!" Torrhen barks out making the children look up at the intimidating Lord Stark and run.
"How dare you, that was my fun!" The insolent child yells. Torrhen can only shake his head.
"If you are going to be king then gods help us all." As Torrhen and Obara walk away towards their tent they hear a nagging behind them about "No one ignores me."
As they get dressed Torrhen approached Obara,
"Remember Garlan is quick and strong, make sure you keep in front of you. Don't underestimate the Tyrell's they come from a strong military lineage. Keep an eye out on all your surroundings also, don't trip over thin air." He continued to give her some simple tips and she only nods taking it in. An hour later both were dressed in their armor, heading out of the tent and splitting ways. Torrhen with Vengeance strapped to his hip, he did not want to give his Icy surprise away. He walked up to the Stark bench where his sisters and brother already located, he sat next to Rodwell in the center chair.
An excited clamour swept through the arena as Garlan stepped forward with his rose armour facing off with the beautiful deadly Obara Sand who was in her boiled leather armour showing both houses she was loyal to. Placing her spear into the ground and the battle began.
She started off strong keeping Garlan at a distance and when he was finally able to get close she forgoed the spear due to distance and battled with her short blade. They both hacked and slashed impressively at each other causing the battle to go for 5 minutes of straight action. Torrhen saw Obara was being backed up by the offensive of Garlan, Torrhen looked behind her and saw her whip was lying on the ground, he knew where this was going. Obara was not looking at her surroundings when she had the chance to and Garlan was using this to his advantage.
One more minute later the still circling Obara fell onto her rear by a rough push with Garlans off hand when she stepped on the whip getting off balanced. From there it was over, Obara attempted to fight on her back but eventually she felt the steel pressed against her neck. She threw her sword across the arena in anger. She wanted to perform better than this in front of her Father and Lord Stark, it was for her too embarrassing lose like that.
Garlan extended his hand in assistance and she grudgingly accepted it. She heard all the members of Dorne and the North standing up clapping for her. Later on she would recall that one of the tips her Lord gave her was to keep an eye on your surroundings. She did the walk of humility towards her Lord and father who had been by the exit.
"Good match went blow for blow, saw some openings for your spear but next tourney you will be in the finals." Torrhen gave her a reassuring smile. He then turned his attention towards Garlan.
"You're a good fighter it will be a shame to beat you in front of your family." He extended his hand and it was accepted. Torrhen quickly left stage left to review his strategy to get revenge for Rhae.
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Oberyn knew that his friend Torrhen had rigged the tourney to come down to them two in the final as long as they both won out, as long as Dorne or the North controlled Harrenhal the plan would still be on track. Oberyn was glad to get a piece of a Lannister finally even if it was in a tourney, but by the gods he would have loved to have slit the throat of Eggon personally.
He had to focus on his opponent in front of him, their main plan called for a Lannister not winning so he knew the important task was on him right now. Jaime Lannister in his white cloak that he was wearing when King Aerys was killed swayed in the wind, his gold armor had been adorned with the Lannister Lion on the right breast plate. Oberyn went with his traditional Myrish boiled leather to maintain the speed he would need.
As Jaime stepped forward drawing his sword Oberyn grabbed his trusty spear and went to meet him in the middle. Both men circled not wanting to make the first move, that was until Robert commanded some action to happen and Jaime lunged towards the Prince. The shot was easily deflect by his spear and Oberyn used the back end to try and sweep the legs.
Lannister saw this stepping away and the two fought expertly going blow for blow, Jaime was surprised how effective Oberyn was able to use his spear at close range. He knew if he let Oberyn get some distance with his spear he would not stand a chance so he pressed harder on him.
From the Stark booth a calculating Torrhen who was cuddling his lovers at the moment while Nym held Obe was looking for flaws in his fight or holes he could take advantage of. He was able to see a few but the question was would he be able to exploit them on Oberyn.
Back in the arena Jaime was finally able to get the result he wanted, instead of a glancing blow on his hard oak spear that was nearly impossible to break he finally landed the direct shot snapping it in half. Jaime saw this happening moments before so went to prepare for the kill shot not letting him to draw his side weapon. The problem for Jaime was Oberyn also saw this so as soon as the sword made contact with the spear he dropped it rolled out of the way drawing his blade. This caused Jaime to wave at air on his kill shot.
With the arran shot by Lannister Oberyn pushed the advantage, everybody thought Oberyn was only skilled with the spear but everybody forgot he won the junior tournament with the short blade and never stopped practicing.
Soon the Lannister defense was breaking down with one bad wave of the sword Oberyn ducked under placing the point of his blade in a soft spot in his armor that would have been a kill shot. Jaime hated losing but he hated tourney fights without honor more, knowing he was dead he threw his blade into the dirt. This caused The Starks and Martells to start cheering and waking the baby making it cry, on the other side an angry Cersei stormed off with her three children and wet nurse in tow.
They all congratulated Oberyn on his success and let him depart to get bathed up to cheer on Torrhen the match after the next one.
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Torrhen had channelled the inner wolf in him that he was keeping deep inside him till he faced that fucking monster. Most of the family decided to take a break from this match and take a nap to be well rested for his bout. The only ones left was him, Obara, Tormund, Rodwell, and his mother. They all chatted about how his mother hoping for a girl with Arianne so she could dress her up. They talked until they saw the 6ft 4 Brienne of Tarth step forward to the center with Lord Beric Dondarrion.
As they went to start Queen Cersei decided to step in.
"Ladies and Gentleman, with the savagery of tourneys I hereby withdraw Brienne of Tarth from this competition and offer her a spot as a lady in waiting at the Red Keep." She sat down knowing her word was final.
"I decline." Brienne said in a quiet voice, it was quiet but so loud.
"You decline? You cannot decline the crown, plus your father already withdrew you so you do not represent him anymore and we can't have peasants fighting without a house sponsoring them." She smirked knowing no one would dare sponsor her.
Before Brienne can walk away or plead with the lords he stands up.
"I Lord Torrhen Stark, Warden of the North, Lord of Winterfell hereby sponsor this beautiful young lady." Queen Cersei is speechless, no way could she allow this savage to ruin her plans again.
"I Queen of the 7 kingdoms stated she cannot fight so she cannot fight." Cersei growled
"Actually in the by laws the competitor must be sponsored by a minor house or up and cannot be interfered with by the crown. King Aerys tried to interfere with a tourney once so Prince Rhaegar put that into the laws. To change said laws you would need the majority vote of the lords of Westeros which needs to be done in King's Landing by law." Torrhen stated getting a look of impressed from everyone especially Tyrion who thought he was the only one to study the law.
Brienne looked up at the young Savage Wolf as he had been starting to get called with a look of admiration. No man not even her father stood up for her dreams to fight, here he was putting Queen Cersei in her place for her right to fight. Maybe since he had already taken Obara in as a sworn shield he could consider her.
She heard the judge call for the start of the match as a dejected Cersei sits.
The battle between the two was close, two heavily armored warriors with great swords smacking each others blade. She was finally able to bring a hard shot down on his blade causing vibration so bad it caused the blade to drop, with a quick press of the blade to his heart she was declared the winner.
She walked over to the lord who allowed her to opportunity to continue the tourney.
"My Lord thank you for your assistance, there is no way I can properly thank you." She lowered her head in humility.
"Look up please," she complied. "The way you can make it up to me is give this tourney 110% then we will be even." He smiled and walked away with his family and sworn shield. He helped her and asked for nothing, she would have to do some research on the Savage Wolf.
As she walked through the grounds she saw her father Lord Selwyn Tarth with a sad look in his face, he goes to talk to her but she keeps on walking past him. When presented with an angry queen his father knelt, when presented with an angry queen Torrhen stood above her. That is a man she would follow into battle not her father.
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Torrhen Stark was pacing his tent alone, Obara had been told to sit guard outside. He twirled Ice in his hands allowing the Savage Wolf to come out of him, he had repressed his emotions all day but now was a time of reckoning. He walked out of the tent and entered the arena, he saw his whole family was lined up in the booth as well as the Martells. He saw some of the remaining members of the Mountain's Men such as the Tickler, Dunson, Shitmouth, and a few others.
Then he saw his target, the craven Eggon. He approached him drawing Ice getting comments from people not believing the stories that valyrian sword could be so massive.
"Tell me Eggon what happened with Aegon and Princess Elia?" He roar causing the whole stadium to go quite.
"Shut the fuck up lets fight." Eggon goes to lunge at him but as easy as if he was sparing with Jon he dodges the strike and brings Ice deep into his calf this causes the man to cry in pain. He could go for the kill but he knows he needs a confession. He withdraws Ice and walks in a circle stalking his scared prey.
He stabs him three more times in places that hurt but still allow you to fight. The broken and bloody Eggon wants to quit but knows there is no future for a craven in a tourney, especially since Gregar died.
"What happened Eggon, were you one of the men that raped Elia." He roars out, the audience has not made a peep since Torrhen stepped out. You can't even hear the gambling papers being rustled.
"Yes, is that what you want to hear. I raped her after the Mountain, are you happy?" The craven yells back finally after more taunting.
"Yes it is." With a masterfully skilled maneuver he dodges and dives under Eggon's strike positioning himself over the exposed neck of Eggon and giving him the justice of North. His head falls off his body and his torso falls to the ground. Torrhen kicks the head to the Mountain's Men.
"Arrest that man." Cersei stands up and shouts. The kingsguard minus Ser Selmy all go to surround him, they are surprised when he is surrounded by Oberyn, Obara, Rodwell, Eddard, Tormund, and Brienne. The last one even surprises Torrhen, they all have their weapons pointed out.
"I gave the people King's Justice. This pig was able to hide without a confession, now we know the truth. I was within my right." Torrhen growls at Cersei.
"Your are not King, Robert is." She yells back.
"Aye I am and that was a clean kill on a criminal. He admitted the crime so he got his due." Shocked Lannister faces look at him. Robert conveniently leaves out that he allowed the Mountain's Men to ride without consequences throughout the sacking. He knew he had to get people forgetting about this incident before people ask who authorized it.
"Let them leave, they committed no crimes." Robert says and the kingsguard sheath the swords. The circled group back out of the arena. When the Martell family and Starks plus Tormund and Brienne meet at the tents they finally relax.
They talk it over, Eddard and Doran tell him he should have done it smarter while Oberyn and Rodwell compliment his technique. Brienne watches the two families act as one and wants to be apart of a family like this. She smiles and slips away.
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Torrhen awakes and see beside him is a red ass and very sore Loran, and Nymeria. He had let the wolf out at night releasing all his pent up energy. He slips out of the tent without waking them.
Torrhen walks to the board and see his day is going to see how Brienne is in battle. Obara had said she expressed interest in becoming his sworn shield, Obara gave her the advice "If you face him in battle don't hold back and show him what you're made off".
He went about his morning talking with the other River Lords who had expressed interest in opening trade routes, finally was able to get away from business and break morning fast with his mother. They chatted about nothing business and what progress they could make while here. They decided to send out Stark representatives from Riverrun to envoy with other lords and make alliances if they could.
Today was going to be busy, the Semi finals were before lunch while the finals would be during the last light. Obara and Torrhen make their way to his tent for him to change into his armour. At first he was actually annoyed with Obara following him everywhere but now he was sure he would be lost with her. When he dons his wolf armor the Savage Wolf walks towards the Arena, with Vengeance strapped to his hip.
He loved the feel of power with Ice but for battle it was too clunky and big. He entered the arena to a huge round of applause, as did Brienne. He looked over at the full benches of Stark to see his sisters at the edge of their seat getting ready for the match and next to them was Sylvia and Rhae. Cersei didn't dare demand anything of Rhae now.
He also saw the look of excitement in King Robert's face who knew this was going to be a good fight.
The judge announced the start of the bout and both combatants stepped forward and attacked. Brienne was not the fastest but she was strong, Torrhen used his smaller frame to his advantage by using hit and run attacks causing her to fumble a little more. Brienne got a lot of good shots in on Torrhen as well, Torrhen was able to finally get a chain shot that crippled her defenses after 10 minutes which was an eternity in a tourny battle.
She finally left a open spot, he darted left and kicked out the back of her right knee causing her to fall to said knee. Torrhen brought his body around to her exposed back and wrapped his muscular arm around her thick neck and tightened to put her to sleep. He was still fighting the wolf in him that demanded you utter dominate your opponent, and submitting them was the best way.
She panicked and tried to bring her blade up onto his arm only for her to receive a hard kidney shot that made her drop her sword. She felt the strength in the shot even through her armor, it made her physically cry out in pain. Her armor had the design flaw of side protection, sacrificing it for strong back and front protection. She tried like to use her larger frame to leverage him off but he used his superior position and well placed kick on the other straight out knee to drop her to her knees. She attempted to claw and fight but eventually her world went black and she fell to the ground asleep.
Rodwell was the first one out hugging and lifting his brother in the air. After the maester looked at Brienne she started to come to, Obara winced knowing how painful and embarrassing it was to lose like that to him. She knew the wolf inside him demanded obedience and that was effective on her. Though she was waiting to receive the leather strap for her little stunt in the garden though. Nym had explained it to be erotic to be spanked, it was not erotic for her it just hurt and she would learn from her mistake.
They both got huge applauses from the fans as she stood up with assistance, that had been the best technical fight some of the old warriors had seen in a long time. He straighten his back while Brienne went down on one knee.
"Lord Stark, you gave me a chance when everybody else turned their back on me including my own father, please let me make this show of confidence up to you by becoming your sworn sword." She stated and the crowds hushed to a silence.
"I accept, Lady Brienne of Tarth as my sworn shield, please rise." She rose.
"My Lord it's actually Lady Brienne of Winterfell now." She said meekly hoping not to insult him by correcting him."
"Aye it is, who wants some ale to celebrate?" He smiled at her and asked. Before any cheers would erupt his mother interrupted.
"Son, you still have the finals, save the drinking for the night."
"Aye I do, Obie I'll have to relax a bit if we are going to fight later." They grab each other's forearm as the warrior handshake. Torrhen had started calling Oberyn Obie one night when they were drunk and it was starting to stick.
Torrhen, Obara, and Brienne departed for his tent where his squires already had the bath made.
"Go get out of here and Ygritte you will be getting a reward for your win at the junior tourney." She smiled at Torrhen and ran out.
Torrhen started to undress and when he was about to take off his breeches he saw Brienne turn around in embarrassment.
"Brienne you will have to get over that, we will be seeing each other in a lot of embarrassing positions." Brienne looked over to Obara who only nodded grimly.
He undressed nude and and stepped into the cold bath. He ended up falling asleep listening to Obara tell Brienne what her duties would be.
He was shaken awake by Obara telling him her father had won easily and their match was to begin within the hour. He dried himself off and dressed back up in his armour with the help of his sworn shields. He knew he should have had his squires doing it but with this many people around not from the North he wanted them close.
As Oberyn and Torrhen listened to the king give a speech about… something….. both men were thinking strategies in their head. Their plan was secure now, Harrenhal belonged to the Dorne/North alliance, now it was time to fight for honor. Robert called for the fight to begin.
Oberyn went of the offensive first trying to finish it off quick only for Torrhen to counter his attacks, Torrhen then went on the offensive not to win right away but to get a pattern down. He had tried multiple times to break the spear that he had given Obie as a gift, he was now kicking himself for that. He tried a hole, found it clogged and backed out.
Finally it happened Oberyn went to fancy and spun his spear over head as he ducked to clear Torrhen out of the reach of the spear, as he started to spin it Torrhen ducked down bring his sword over head cutting the spear in half. He still had a short spear but at least the distance was shorter.
Oberyn drew his short sword so he had a short spear in one hand and short sword in the other. Torrhen knew he at a disadvantage, all he had a was a dagger as a side weapon. He only wore his short sword to battle with the aggressive wildings with it strapped to his opposite thigh as his sword.
Torrhen did a roll picking up the abandoned length of the spear so he at least had something to block with. He realized he really needed to master the sword and shield combo if war was ever to start. They went block for block until Oberyn was able to catch him off guard with a spear swing catching his cheek causing blood to ooze down his face.
Torrhen reeling back saw Oberyn about to go for the kill shot, he only had one course of action he dropped his weapons and drove right at Oberyn digging the shoulder blade into the hard boiled leather stomach. As Oberyn lost his breath Torrhen then drove his friend into the ground hard making them both sprawled on the ground.
Oberyns blade and short spear fell. He was the first to recover and tried to grab the short spear, as he picked the spear up and went to bring it down he felt Torrhen's dagger pressed against his throat.
Then the crowd went crazy, Robert included. He had hosted tournaments for his children and Cersei before but none had put forth the effort as they did today. He almost forgot the two kingdoms were a pain in the ass.
They both get helped up, as they stand they embrace each other as battle brothers. After the normal showmanship required at tourneys Hoster Tully presents Torrhen with the deed to Harrenhal.
Torrhen had grabbed a crown of flowers that Obara had brought out for him, with said flowers he started walking towards the Martell bench. Everybody assumed he was walking towards his wife who was heavy with child, as he was at the bench he walked passed his wife and gave the crown of white roses to the beautiful silver hair Rhaenys. He grabbed her hand and placed a gentle kiss on her knuckles causing chaos in the stands. Rhaenys Targaryen was the queen of love and beauty at the Riverrun tourney.
As they start walking towards the tent he calls forth Obara and Brienne.
"I need you two to work with my Uncle Eddard to get things set up for us to move tomorrow." He commands.
"What about your armor My Lord? I think we should stay with you to ensure your okay." Obara says, she realizes she is like an overprotective mom on him. She was always so independent but now it felt good to look after someone.
"That is why I have squires."
"I think first we shoud…" She gets interrupted by Torrhen.
"We will be discussing this later, go to Uncle Eddard. Brienne will protect me." She wants to argue she is better trained but knows arguing will only get her leather straps again if she didn't already earn them. She nods and moves to find his uncle.
His squires helped undress him, and his Aunt Ashara brought up if her and Eddard could go to Starfall. He agreed on the terms they take the 150 soldiers of the Quiet Wolves and go to Harrenhal leaving 100 to assess what damages need to be fixed and what is the highest priorities. The Quiet Wolves were a detachment of 400 expertly trained soldiers made for small battles and protection led by Eddard Stark.
That night Obara walked in to see Torrhen alone with Brienne watching outside. Her cousin and sister nowhere in sight, they were probably saying goodbyes to her family.
On the table she saw the leather strap she hated so much. She knew she goofed, Torrhen allowed her opinions to be voiced but she also knew there were times he said something and he meant it. She lowered her breeches exposing her bare tan ass and bent over his lap and accepted her 50 slaps. She had learned her lesson that night.
When the morning came Uncle Eddard headed south to Harrenhal to leave 100 men there and assess the castle, then head to Starfall while everybody else headed to the North.
They only had started their journey when they stopped by the Inn of the Kneeling Man, no one questioned him when he went to the money chest pulling out 88,000 dragons and walking with a confused Obara, Rodwell, Arthur, and Brienne. He walks up to the owner attracting the patrons curiosity.
"Here is 88,000 dragons, take this money have a new inn built elsewhere are we clear?" He poses the question but not really accepting no.
The scared man agrees loading a cart he has in the back full of the remaining ale, clothes and other items he can fit. Once the inn is cleared out of people and property Torrhen went to grab a torch. The northerners loyal to the death to Torrhen sat there confused until they saw him walk up to the inn and throwing the torch on the wooden roof causing the Inn of the Kneeling Man to go up in flames.
Without another word Torrhen got on his horse and went back to the Winterfell. From that day on the name Torrhen was not associated with the kneeling king, instead it was known for the rising king.
A/N:
New OC Characters
Bran Stark
Eddard's middle child
Oberyn Snow
Torrhen's first born
Son of Nymeria Sand
Loran Rivers
Sign in girl
Will be a minor character but their actions together will be more important than her own role
Ric
