Hello again! So, I have discovered something fascinating and annoying about myself. I can come up with plenty of ideas about fanfics, outlines, a few details ect. But, I can't continue writing them, I just get... Stuck? I don't know.
Basically, I have heaps of ideas for different fics, but I can't write them. That's why I will give the ideas to you! If you want them, that is. I will have more at the bottom of this chapter. Oh, and sorry about the wait!
The last month and a half passed peacefully, and now it was time to go. The Stark Family was gathered with Robar, Barristan and Fenrir, who was now up to Robar's knees. After saying their goodbyes, the three new adventurers rode for White Harbor for the next week and a half to hire a ship to Volantis. After the struggle of getting Fenrir on the ship, They set sail.
After three weeks of Barristan and Robar helping on the boat, and Fenrir vomiting off the side, they reached the port of Volantis. They walked through the city to find a place to stay, and a guard to ask if they could train with them.
After about ten minutes of searching, they found a guard. "[Hello. I was wondering if we would be able to do some training with the guards.]" Robar asked the guard.
The guard regarded them carefully, until he said "[I might be able to get you in, depends why we should let you really.]" The guard replied.
Grinning, Robar answered dramatically "[My name is Robar Baratheon, Prince of Westeros, and behind me is Ser Barristan the Bold, Lord Commander of the Kings guard of Both Aerys Targaryen and Robert Baratheon.]" He said with a dramatic bow.
Blinking in shock, he looks at a snickering Ser Barristan, and then back at Robar, and gives them the address of the Guardhouse.
The next morning at 8 am, Robar and Barristan weaved through the city of Volantis, and after fifteen minutes, arrived at the guardhouse for training. After a slight conversation with the head guard, they started training for the day with the guards.
Later that night, after a full day of training, Robar and Barristan sat in the Inn they were staying in, having their evening meal. They had spent the day learning to use the Arakh, the traditional weapon of the Dothraki horse lords. They also went to find someone who could teach them to speak the Dothraki tongue if they were to be riding with the horse lords.
Robar and Barristan had figured they should learn to use the arakh, and speak the Dothraki tongue before they join with the horde. So they decided to spend the next three months gaining their skills with the arakh, while learning a few smithing tips from the Volantis smiths, learning to speak Dothraki, and more about Essos from the Essosi. Robar spent the afternoons coming up with new designs for a few weapons for both himself and Barristan to use. Robar enjoyed the arakh's hooked blade, but not its reach, so he started working on a long sword that had a small hook over half way up, to grab blades with. Barristan, too liked the design Robar made himself, so he asked to make something similar, but with three hooks instead of one.
Robert Baratheon was sitting on his throne, in the empty hall, thinking about his son. He had heard about the battle with the wildlings from Ned, most of King's Landing had one way or another. His son, best friends son, and bastard had killed eleven men by themselves. He had been telling the story with some drunk guards on the bar. He had also told the story to his family, while Joffrey had done little more than brag about his fake accomplishments, and Cersei had been disgusted and unamused while Jamie, Myrcella, Tommen and Tyrion were all impressed and clapping.
The story quickly circulated around the city, and soon enough, Westeros. People were paying more attention to the North than normal, wondering if that was a common occurrence, or just rare. If common, the only reason they heard about it was because a prince of Westeros was involved.
Either way, Robert was incredibly proud of his son's creativity. Cutting out a man's heart, and throwing it in someone else's face as a distraction, or throwing a sword across the clearing and pinning the a man to a tree with it. Incredible. Now, his son was in Volantis, would explore all of Essos if he could. Robert let out a quiet chuckle, his son as a sellsword. The boy will experience everything he wanted to. He might travel with a Dothraki horde, spend some time as a pirate, learn how to make Valyrian steel. Oh yes, he had high hopes for his adventurous son.
He sat on his throne for a few more minutes, until an idea for Robar's name day came to mind. He stood, and made his way to his chambers. He had a few letters to write.
Barristan was taking a walk by the docks two months into their stay in Volantis when he is tapped on the arm. Turning around, he sees a small child holding out a scroll to him. Taking the scroll and giving the child a silver coin, he walks back to the Inn.
Opening the scroll and seeing it is from King Robert, he reads: Ser Barristan, I hope you and my son are doing well and enjoying yourselves. I have had a few ideas for my son's name day gifts. I have spoken for Thobo Mott to write out the process of reshaping Valyrian steel, and will be sending that along with two Valyrian steel daggers for him to work with. I hope we can attempt to make our gifts work together. Tell Robar that I will be sending him a scroll along with his name day gifts. -Robert.
Looking up from the scroll and thinking about what he could get the child he considered his grandson, he burned the note and went to the market to see if he could find some Valyrian steel.
Robar woke up on his name day rather excited. He had seen Barristan speaking to people in the markets, but he hadn't a clue what he was looking for. Robar had recently finished the designs for the hooked swords that he has been trying to work out for months. But, he had an idea of how to make the hooks hard enough to grab blades. He decided to try folding the steel, making the hooks denser than the rest of the blade to make them strong enough.
Robar went downstairs into the Inn to meet Ser Barristan for breakfast, after which was gifts.
"Good morning Robar" Barristan greets as Robar sat down next to him.
Grinning, he answered "It is, isn't it?"
After breakfast, they returned to the rooms for gifts.
Soon enough, Barristan entered Robar's room with a large crate, and a few scrolls. Opening the first scroll, and realizing it was from his father, it read: Robar, My son. I heard about the fight against the wildlings, as has most of Westeros by now. I was telling the story as I received it in a tavern and it spread from there. We, as in Tyrion, Myrcella, Tommen, The Kingslayer and I are proud of your battle prowess.
Now then, on to your name day gift. I spoke with Thobo Mott and he agreed to write down the secret to reworking Valyrian steel for you, and as well as that, I managed to acquire three Valyrian steel daggers for you to reshape. I was told of the blades you planned on making for yourself and Ser Barristan, and you could even work this into them. I recommended to Ser Barristan to acquire something that lined up.
We miss you, and wish you good luck. - Your Father, Robert.
Smiling down at his father's scroll, he rolled it back up, and put in on the table so he could open the crate.
Robar walked over to the box, with Fenrir, who while standing on all four feet reached half way up Robar's thigh, and opened it. Inside were three long Valyrian steel daggers, and a large scroll that had to be the method from Thobo Mott. He pulled out one of the daggers and ran his fingers along the flat of the blade, feeling the legendary steel. He did this for all three blades, then read the scroll. After reading the contents a few times, he passed it to Ser Barristan to read.
After rolling the scroll back up again, he placed it next to the one from his father. Barristan left the room to go and get his gift for Robar, once he returns, he gives the long box to him. Robar grins at Barristan and opens the box, to find the three blades, one of Valyrian steel and two of YiTi steel. Picking the blades up in astonishment once more, he grins at Barristan.
"Lets go make ourselves some new swords." Robar said excitedly as he picks up both boxes as runs out of the room, leaving an exasperated and amused Barristan behind.
Four hours later, Robar and Barristan were putting the finishing touches on their new blades. Robar lifted his blade, which was as long as his arm, with a slight hook half way along the blade, which faced towards the wielder. The blade itself was made of steel, yet the hooked area was Valyrian steel, and the edges the rest of the way around were YiTi steel. Barristan had a similar blade, but had two hooks instead, and his hooks were of YiTi steel, with a Valyrian steel tip, for piercing armor.
The pair spent the next half hour sharpening and polishing their blades, then admired them for another half hour. At that point, it was time for lunch, so they carried their blade back to their rooms, and went downstairs to eat.
After their lunch, they took their new blades to the training yard to test their new hooked weapons.
Three weeks after Robar's name day, it was time for them to continue on. A Dothraki horde was spotted about a weeks ride from Volantis, so the pair packed their gear, saddled up and rode out.
After riding for five days, they caught sight of the horde. It looked to be rather large, twenty thousand was Robar's guess from just looking. After another few hours of riding, the Khal and a pair of his blood riders rode out to meet them.
The Khal, who stood near seven foot tall, had a braid down to his lower back, while his blood riders had theirs down to their shoulders.
"/Who are you, riders?/" The large khal asked Robar and Barristan, looking at them and judging their worth.
"/I am Robar, this is Barristan. We have come to join your horde for a time, as we wish to explore./" Robar replied, looking at the khal.
The khal looked them over approvingly and asked "/Are you warriors?"/
Seeing a small smile on the older man's face, the khal cocked his head, to which the older man replied "/We are from beyond the great salt sea, and I was known as one of the greatest warriors in the land. The one next to me, his father is a king, a type of khal of khal's and has been trained since the age of eight by myself and many others./" The older man grinned.
Grinning back, the khal asked "/Then fight to prove your words./" The khal grinned back.
The two blood riders on his sides leapt from their horses and pulled their arakhs. Grinning back, Robar and Barristan jumped and pulled their hooked blades.
The blood rider duo charged at the pair, swinging their arakhs towards Robar and Barristan. Barristan grabbed the blade of the arakh being swung at him with his swords hooks and ripped it from his opponents hand, then placed his blade at the neck of the shocked blood rider. Robar, however, toyed with his for a while. Slapping the blade to the side, dodging by small amounts. Soon enough, he moved faster than his opponent could, ripping the blade from his hand and holding both against his throat.
The khal was torn between amusement and shock. His best two fighters were defeated as if they were children. Yet he was amused that the young one toyed with his rider.
The khal waved his hand, indicating that the fight was over and to lower the weapons. He then got off his horse, walked over to the pair of them "/Welcome to the horde. Im Khal Drogo./" He grinned at the pair.
For the next two years Robar and Barristan rode with the horde, learning about the Dothraki people and culture, seeing a large amount of Essos, fighting with other khal's, and expanding their horde. About six months into their ride with Khal Drogo, Robar was made a blood rider, for his skills and battle, both strategy and with his blade, while Fenrir grew to four and a half feet high, with pure black fur.
They were on their way to Pentos, as they had been given a proposition by Illyrio Mopatis, the Magister of Pentos. All they had been told was that it had a large chance to expand their horde.
Khal Drogo rode into Magister Illyrio's home with his blood riders, Qotho, Haggo and Robar, with Barristan and Fenrir along with them. The group of four rode up the dirt path to the Illyrio's palace, coming to a stop at the bottom of the stairs.
Khal Drogo and Barristan looked up the stairs, while the blood riders stayed vigilant to their surroundings.
Barristan looked up the stairs and saw a pair of people he never expected to see again. "/Robar/" He hissed in the Dothraki tongue "/That is Daenerys and Viserys Targaryen./" he told him, looking slightly nervous.
Robar whipped his head to the stairs "/Viserys is her brother, correct?/" He asked Barristan, receiving a nod, he continued "/What kind of brother does this to his sister?/" Robar asks rhetorically. "/But I know why we are here. Viserys wants to sell his sister off as a bride to Khal Drogo, in return, he gets an army to invade Westeros. Clever, well it would be if the idea wasn't planted by Illyrio./" Robar hissed. As they turned to leave, Robar caught Daenerys eye, and gave her a slight wink and smile.
Daenerys, seeing Robar's gesture, blushed a bright pink and looked down at her feet.
Khal Drogo's wedding was a rather widely attended event. His entire horde attended, with many, if not all of the major political figures of Pentos, as the wedding was hosted just outside their city.
Once Daenerys and Khal Drogo sat down, the wedding began.
The guests of the wedding approached the raised dais where Khal Drogo and Daenerys were sitting. Wedding guests would speak in the Dothraki tongue, even though Daenerys didn't speak it, and leave their gift.
Soon enough, Magister Illyrio Mopatis had two servants approach with a large box. Opening it, there were three eggs, one black, one green, and one white. Dragon eggs. "Three dragon eggs, from the Shadowlands beyond Asshai. Time has turned them to stone, but they will always be beautiful." The magister informed the white-haired girl.
"Thank you." She murmured, entranced with the sight of the three eggs.
Robar approached next, holding a small series of books. "The stories and legends of the Dragons." Robar spoke the common tongue, smiling gently to her.
Daenerys violet eyes flickered up to his, "Thank you, how did you learn to speak the common tongue?" She asked curiously.
"Why, I grew up in Westeros. Our families don't really get along, if you are wondering." Robar answered, rubbing the back of his neck.
Slightly confused, amused and nervous, she asks "Who is your family then?"
Looking to his Khal for permission, he sits on her other side. "Your father, Aerys, was called the Mad King for a reason. He would burn the high lords of Westeros with wildfire. He was obsessed with it, believed he was truly a dragon, and as a dragon he needed fire. At the tourney of Harrenhal, Your brother, Rhaegar, crowned Lyanna Stark the queen of love and beauty, despite his wife being there, and they eloped. Soon enough, when Lyanna didn't return to Winterfell, her father and brother went to Kings Landing and burned asked the king to see her. Aerys took this as a sign of them being traitors to the realm, planning on overthrowing him. So he had them arrested. The pair asked for a trial by combat, as it was known he loved to watch people burn. He chose fire as his champion and burned them in the throne room. Soon enough, the rebellion began, led by Robert Baratheon, who just wanted his love back." Robar finished his story, looking at her from the corner of his eye.
"So," she prompted, "Who is your family?" she asked curiously.
He leaned over, and whispered in her ear "My father is King Robert Baratheon, and my mother is Queen Cersei Lannister."
Turning her head to him in shock, she asks "So, are you here to kill me?" she asks spitefully.
Giving a small laugh, he shakes his head and answers "Those were out parents and grandparents, I have to issue with you. Besides, I'm the firstborn prince, yet I am one of Khal Drogo's blood riders. I was in line to be a king, yet I didn't want it. I told my father that I wanted to see the world, and he was sad but allowed it. Yet despite me being a Baratheon, I have great respect for the Dynasty the Targaryen's built, and many of the kings from it." Robar replies.
Looked at Robar once more, she asks "What happened with Lyanna Stark and Rhaegar?" almost accusingly.
Shrugging, he replies "No one knows if he held her captive or she stayed willingly. Everyone who does is dead, except maybe Eddard Stark, and if he does, it's his best kept secret. I doubt he kept her against her will though, throughout Kings Landing, he was well liked, commoners and nobles alike."
The horde was riding through the great grass sea two days after the wedding. Robar was speaking with Khal Drogo, mainly about the more exotic weapons he had used.
"/Robar/" The large Khal grunted "/I want you to be my rider to protect my wife./"
Shocked, Robar replied "/Why me?/" he asked curiously.
"/You speak her tongue, and can teach her ours. But also because I trust you, you can fight, and you can ride./" The Khal replied once more.
Robar sat quietly for a moment, before tipping his head "/Very well./" He answered before turning to ride back towards Daenerys.
After a few minutes of riding, Robar spotted her sitting atop her horse, looking into space.
Pulling his horse beside hers, he put a hand on her shoulder gently, so not to harm her, yet hard enough to shake her out of her stupor.
"Are you alright Khaleesi?" Robar asked Daenerys gently.
Daenerys flinched from the touch, and looked at the man who was no older than her in fear. She nodded gently, with wide eyes. "I'm fine." She whispered to him, quite obviously not fine.
Smiling gently back at her, he hands her some food and water, "You need to eat." He said quietly. "The horde isn't a gentle place," he told her "my Khal has asked me to keep an eye on you, keep you safe and teach you the Dothraki tongue." Robar finished, smiling gently.
Curiously, she asked "Why did he pick you? Are you not one of his blood riders?"
Faking hurt "Oh my! Do you think me incompetent to protect you? I'm hurt." Robar exclaimed sarcastically.
Daenerys giggled in response. "Not what I mean and you know it. Why did he pick you, he lost a blood rider." She responded.
Smiling back, he answered "Exactly why he picked me. While I'm a blood rider, it proves my fighting prowess, while I can also speak both languages." Robar grinned back to her.
Robert Baratheon stood in the small council chambers, furious, waiting for Ned. He had made Ned the hand of the king because he was the last one he trusted completely. He also made him hand because they both lost people to the Taygaryen's, and he would hopefully help him kill the last two.
He had just received a Raven Scroll that the Dragon spawn slut married one of the Horse lord savages, with a horde of forty thousand riding behind him. Worst of all, which was the horde his son was travelling with as a blood rider. Maybe he could have his son kill the both of them? Would he do it?
Interrupting his thinking, the doors swung open, with Ned walking in the chambers, looking surprised at him being there.
"You see this Ned? I told you it would happen." Robert raged at his old friend.
"What has happened?" Eddard asked, confused at the rage of his oldest friend.
Eyes narrowing, Robert boomed "The Dragon spawn slut married a Horse lord, giving the fool Viserys an army of forty thousand, along with the fact that my son is one of this horse lord's blood riders. They are currently heading east, towards their tent city of Vaes Dothrak." Robert finished angrily.
Eyebrows raised, Ned questions "Robar is a blood rider? And how do you have this information?"
"Yes, Robar is his best rider, made the rest look like children, him and Ser Barristan did. Anyway, we have Jorah Mormont, of Bear Island acting as a spy." Robert began proudly, then finished quite seriously.
Shocked, Ned asks "You're having a traitor spy on the Taygaryen's and your son?"
Varys cuts in "Slaver, not traitor. I understand how little difference there is, but it is still a difference."
'Ned looks mad' The King thought glumly. It was obvious he wasn't happy about being one of the biggest dishonors the North had produced in a century spying on the boy he considered another son.
Ned narrows his eyes at Robert, spun and walked out of the small council chambers, leaving a surprised silence in his wake.
Thank you ladies and gentlemen!
So, as I was saying, I can't write a story for a prolonged series of time, because I get 'stuck' for lack of a better word. My brain goes mushy, and keeps coming up with Fanfic ideas for other fandoms, mainly Harry Potter and Percy Jackson. So, If anyone is interested in taking on this story, or wants a story for Harry Potter or Percy Jackson, maybe even How to train your Dragon, Please do message me.
This isn't a "I'll never touch this story again" it's more of a "I don't know if i will" However, if you do decide to adopt the story, please do make a note on it that it was originally mine, Thats just me being Possessive.
Thanks!