Chapter 7 : Anakin 1
The Kingsroad were usually barren in this early hours of morning, but definitely not today, as the well satisfied laughter from King Robert Baratheon himself echoing in nearby woods and villages. But the object of his laughter, his own son Prince Joffrey Baratheon, or should we say Anakin Skywalker inside the body of the prince, now shuffling profusely. Trying to think something to escape this situation other than by gathering a force blast and cut his way out of the fat ass king and his entourages. His supposed mother's clear wrath, a stark contrast with his supposed father's happy laugh, only add into the confusion and uneasiness in his mind.
"Did you hear me Joffrey! I never tought you will inherit my strength and skills at arms! But today you have proven yourself as my trueborn son! Worthy of the Strength of Baratheon!" said King Robert after awkwardly jumping down from his horse and pat his heir so hard in the back, that Anakin found himself almost fallen face first to the ground due to sheer strength of the fat man's hand.
"Y... you're not angry? I... I just killed four..." said Anakin, but Robert quickly cut his speech.
"They're just small bandits that plaguing the Kingsroad, but still, this is definitely an improvement over the pregnant cat! They are things who deserve death, and could fought you back in return!" said Robert, forcing Anakin to involuntarily surfacing an unwelcome memory of how Joffrey likes to gut various animals and such stuffs in his free time.
"Uh, so..." Anakin try to speak something, but before long, Robert already raised the cask of wine from his saddle and raise it to the air.
"So today! My son has proven himself to be a worthy knight! Let us cheer for his valor! For House Baratheon!" said King Robert while the guardians behind him cheers as well. But for a moment, Anakin swear that he catch a glimpse in the Queen's mind that feels like she is really angry with him because... he just proven that he was his fathers' son? That's weird, but he paid no more attention about her because Anakin knew that if his Mother, may the Force give her peaceful rest, will also disapprove on him resorting to violence so soon and killing a sentient life when he is only a boy. In the other hand, he also sense another sense of mixed pride from his white cloaked, golden armoured uncle Jaime as well?
"Congratulations my nephew! You have proven yourself worthy of your father's strength afterall..." said Jaime Lannister while dismounting from his horse and offering Anakin a slight, sincere nod. "We must also thank the Hound for guiding you into such fine swordsman afterall..."
Wait.
Anakin remembered his supposed bodyguard, who still stoned drunk from his previous night's drinking binge... and thus easily subjected to a particularly strong force suggestion that he should drank more and pass himself out. And now his family now thinking that he apparently learned his swordsmanship from him.
Oh well, he did remember that, in a few fights that he was "privilaged" to see, between Sandor and some thugs that trying to do harm against Joffrey in the past, some tournament fights, a certain memorable fight between his bodyguard and a certain giant of a man that end up breaking everything in Casterly Rock's stables... and how Joffrey himself apparently ordered Sandor to personally execute some random peasants or servants that for somewhat reason annoys Joffrey...
Yeah, apparently to outside observers, his usual Djem So style of fighting, a brutal and straightforward style, seems similar with Sandor's fighting style. All the 'brute force attacks', and 'neglect of proper defense', but still, Djem So style depends on force powers and trade defensive measures for raw powers, relying mostly on Force precognition and instincts to block and avoid enemy attacks.
And Sandor Clegane never really teach Joffrey Baratheon to fight... at all... if you discount looking he let Joffrey when he fight like a madman as usual, that's it...
Something really need to be done... he must... do something... over his bodyguard... or everyone else will catch the clue that this Prince is not Joffrey Baratheon, he is Anakin Skywalker, The Hero with No Fear, and a Jedi Knight, and not a pampered sadistic prince... Oh well... there's no other Jedi nearby right?
"Oh well, yeah, Sandor is the... best teacher I could... get?" said Anakin with a cheesy grin, earning him some puzzled look from the troops present (some actually shivers in fear, Anakin noticed), a pang of... regret? Coming from his uncle Jaime... and as usual, a proud smile from his father the King. And now this time, his mother just brew her anger more, almost explode but for somewhat reason she only keeps herself silent with her face turned red.
"Oh right, back to the reason why you are here..." said King Robert with a sly smile. "You want to have some whores right?"
"I'M NOT GOING TO A WHOREHOUSE!" shout Anakin, but Robert just snickering for more, along with Tyrion, it was a rare sight.
"Admit it, it was in our family, nephew!" said Tyrion while sharing a very unusual gaze with Robert Baratheon.
"I'M NOT A WHOREMONGER!" said Anakin while clutching his hair, this is going to be ridiculous...
"But I suggest you to wait until we reach Winterfell... I'm sure Lord Stark won't mind if you bed some of his servants for your practices... if you can keep things in discreet, that's it." said Robert with an understanding smile.
"I'm not..." said Anakin but now he just resigned himself to the fate... he sensed Padme is also here somehow... what will she said if he was a 'whore-monger'? She's the only girl and woman for him!
"Look, let us back in the camp, we will reach Winterfell in two or three days, and we have feast to do! FOR MY HEIR! PRINCE JOFFREY!" said King Robert while lifting his wine cask again.
