We'll Never be Royals
The main office of the high school was small and white, nothing like the welcoming, optimistic one of the elementary school, Ned tried to avoid the glare of Ms Mordane the lunchlady. A mousy-haired receptionist stood up,
"Are you Mr Stark?"
"Yes, I'm the new vice principal." said Ned nervously, Lunchlady Mordane glared some more. God, she was terrifying. A swarm of teenagers rushed by the office in a cloud of pot smoke, Ned could have sworn he saw Joffrey and Sansa in that crowd, he made a mental note to talk to her later.
Robert busted out of his office, "There he is! The new second-in-command, right-hand-man, hand-of-the-king! Please excuse this one... what's your name again?" Robert asked the receptionist.
"Falyse." she said, "Remember, you hand-picked me from-"
"Yeah yeah yeah, like I remember." Robert walked down a small hallway, "This, son, is your office. Feel free to make this into your home for the next few years."
Ned put down the cardboard box of his belongings on the empty desk and took a seat, just as he reached into the box, Robert turned around,
"What?"
"So... Sansa and Daenerys Targaryen are friends? I made the mistake of questioning Sansa about it."
"Well, yes, she's been at the house a couple times, she's really a nice girl, Robert, she's nothing like Aerys or Viserys."
"Aerys was nothing like Aerys before he started to spiral downward. Ned, we need to do something about her. The both of them, we'd be doing the world and the school board a favour."
"Are you suggesting we kill them?"
"Them and those no-good Khatchadourians. Bharbo Khatchadourian's son dating Daenerys Targaryen and Viserys fucking one of the Kashishian girls. It's a recipe for disaster."
"I'm not afraid of the Khatchadourians, Bharbo and Adelina don't even speak English, they aren't a threat to us, the board or our children, and the Kashishians? A single mother, an absent father and four daughters?"
"Don't underestimate those sluts, Ned, I've seen the way Doreah looks at that Targaryen girl, she'd risk anything so that Daenerys can get her way. And Drogo Khatchadourian? The youngest son of one of the most dangerous men in the GTA, already taller and smarter than his father and both his brothers, not to mention 24 years younger, that kid mixed with Aerys and Rhaella Targaryen's mentally ill dragonspawn? What happens if that little skank gets pregnant? The kid would be a 6 foot 6 schizophrenic rage factory, it would only take a few years."
"The Khatchadourians aren't a threat, neither are Viserys and Daenerys, so let's just put this conversation to bed."
"Would you put a conversation to bed if it concerned your children and your wife? Do you really think that 'nice girl' wouldn't turn on your daughter the first chance she gets? Not the mention the way the Khatchadourians would gladly destroy everything you hold dear."
"Sansa has told us about Daenerys, a lot of really sad things, concerning a lot of depression and some self-harm-"
"What happens to things that keep all their rage inside?" Robert shook up a beer can and popped it open, amber-coloured liquid spilled over his hands and the tile floor,
"Robert, you're my best friend, but you're paranoid."
"Ned, I know a few men who could make their deaths look like accidents. Daenerys is depressed, we'll say she killed herself, Drogo is taller and smarter than his father? We'll say his father was sick of being outdone by his son, Bharbo's in prison, Drogo's in hell. Viserys, that crack-brained drunk, could die a tragic death of alcohol poisoning, no-one needs to know." Robert got a dark look on his face, "The other Khatchadourians should be easy and Doreah Kashishian will be too scared to put another toe out of line."
"Robert, you simply can't."
"Ned, I'm the principal of this school, if the time should come that I'm not anymore, control of these delinquents will pass to you. Then, it'll be up to you to get therapy for the Targaryen bitch, or make sure Drogo's whore sisters aren't selling meth by the pool, but as long as I'm here, anyone who puts me and my family in danger will be shown no mercy."
Ned placed his stapler on his desk next to a photograph of Catelyn and Robb, "She's 14, Bharbo's son is 16."
"Daenerys is on the verge of a breakdown and Drogo is like a serial killer on steroids. When she snaps, and he goes along with it, the school could very well burn. That girl is Rhaegar Targaryen's sister."
"You killed Rhaegar Targaryen."
Robert was silent as he remembered when he'd shot Aerys Targaryen's 20 year old son outside his house.
"He had a gun to Lyanna's head, your sister, and you're trying to give me a reason to have not shot him?"
"He shot Lyanna anyway, Robert. I saw him blow her head to bits, and just before he did, I saw you put a bullet through his heart."
"It was what had to be done. Aerys had raised him into a killer."
"Viserys saw, he was seven years old, maybe that's why he's so fucked up."
"Are you saying I spurred the mental illness of a seven-year-old?"
"I don't know, but maybe if you hadn't shot Rhaegar-"
"Lyanna would have lived? Ned, what are you- Jesus. The Targaryens will die, so will that Armenian trash." Robert paused, "Welcome on board."