Lloyd
Lloyd had taken old Walder Frey's chambers for himself while the old fool was confined to a guest room. Lloyd had just woken up this morning and had his servant help him with his armor he had ravens sent to Kings Landing but his father had already left the Red Keep it seemed. He was headed for the Riverrun and now Lloyd was waiting for his father and what no doubt his father would send him back to Winterfell. Armor on he walked out finding Dacey and Eddard Karkstar guarding his room nodding to them he headed to the great hall to go about his business of his army and sorting out the men after the battle. He arrived at the great hall by the lord's door and walked around to sit on the Dark oak throne Walder Frey sat not so long ago. Only after holding the keep for two weeks and sorting out prisnoers Lloyd had an idea. Looking at Roose Bolton he nodded to his lord. "Bring him in" Roose gave a short bow and left for the yard his men opening the door to let him through. After a few minutes in walke Roose at the front two guards behind him and a prisoner in between.
"I commanded a man to represent you all, would this be you?" asked Lloyd leaning on his closed fist on the oak throne. The man was big not taller than Roose Bolton but brawny and a thick square jaw he wore his hair cropped and had a thick beard reminiscent of Rickard Karkstark's beard. Though his was thicker than length.
"Aye" he responded has hands tied before him.
"What is your name sir?" Lloyd asked. The man paused lips pursed in a thin line.
"Lord Stark asked you, your name prisoner" Roose warned tone cool but he accented his point with his hand placed on his sword. The man spoke not breaking eye contact with Lloyd.
"I am Hosteen Frey" he said and Lloyd raised a brow and smiled rather amused.
"You will forgive me if I cannot tell who is who in this damn family" Lloyd said.
"Aye we are like rabbits in spring" smirked the big man Lloyd chuckled.
"I hold the title of knight I ask you to be referred as such" he said Lloyd nodded.
"Very well Ser Hosteen I ask you to tell your men that they will be used to exchange to pass through the twins." The man laughed.
"My brothers would see me dead before agreeing to this they will use me to get you to their keep and hold you in their clutches" Lloyd thought this over.
"Yes I believe you my mother taught me about you Freys…but why tell me this would you not want this Ser?" Lloyd asked curious now.
"I would have my throat slit by my brothers and one less man to vie for the Twins…I like to keep my throat closed and I figure you are the better man to ally myself with" Lloyd nodded.
"Ally yourself with me? Very well ask your men if they will serve me and tell them they know my fury if treachery is their intent" Lloyd said. Hosteen bowed and agreed.
"Return him and return to me when a decision is reached" Roose nodded and escorted Hosteen back to the prisoners. His men began to close the door but before it could be closed Lloyd's faithful companion entered the great hall. Standing up smirking Lloyd sat up and hopped down the Dias kneeling and ruffling Grey Winds ears.
"There you are…where you been boy…scaring my men half to death no doubt" the occupants all chuckled good-naturedly. No a moment later the doors to the hall opened from outside a man came in out of breath trying to speak with Lloyd.
"My…my lord…The bridge…a few men are riding to the keep they are being headed by the Blackfish!" The man said. Lloyd frowned in thought for a second before standing Grey Wind still by his side faithfully.
"Let them in and keep everyone's guard up" Lloyd ordered. He knew he would have to deal with an outrage.
Rami
Being a lord was no easy task his father and brother made it look so easy but everyone wanted something different and not always was there an easy answer. Before him stood Rodrick with a man in chains he was caught thieving and the punishment was for Rami to decide. The man looked lowly and was scared especially when he saw his life was in the hands of a child though he had the wise council of his uncle and Maester Luwin. He seemed to have his uncle's sellsword council as well though weather Rami wanted it or not it would appear Bronn cared not. Rami stared the man doing his best not to show any emotion when Rodrick spoke up.
"This man was caught thieving from a farm not too far from here he attacked the farmer's wife as well. She's a cripple now she fell from the top of the barns second level" Rodrick said the man flinched but said nothing Rodrick continued this time suggesting the sentence.
"I say we should take his foot and be done with it" Rodrick said the man looked in horror.
"P-please m'lord I had no money and was desperate for food! I didn't mean to hurt anybody" the man begged. "Mercy! Please m'lord mercy I beg of you I…I will take the black!" he begged hands clasped. Rami felt himself feel pity but visibly steeled himself. His mother would have indeed listened to Rodrick take his foot and begone with it. His father however would do his duty to the Watch and sent him to The Wall. His brother...what would Lloyd do? Chances are he would have sent the man north as well he needed.
"Rami he's a thief though he cannot even feed himself driven to such act….I think mercy would be the best option. Though we must compensate the family of farmers" Tyrion suggested.
"He should be sent to the wall my lord as is the duty of House Stark" Maester Luwin suggested.
"I think the good brothers in black could do without a pathetic man like this he is cowering before us Maester Luwin he is not fit for the harsh climate" Tyrion suggested.
"Never been to the monstrosity but I doubt the watch needs cowards to guard the wall from raiders" Bronn threw in his two cents. Rodrick frowned at him it was no secret he held little love for the sellsword. Rami sighed and thought what he should do. He pictured Lloyd sitting before him with that cool headed attitude about him. Rami frowned his brother would have sat here and made a choice simply in how his mood was. If he was in a good mood he would have spared the man's life considering the situation. In his mild moods sent him to the wall and be done with matter. Rami sighed.
"You committed a crime even if it was out of desperation. You hurt someone and left them crippled…I sentence you to the wall to live your days with Nights Watch" Rami proclaimed. With that done more people came and asked for things of the little lord. Rami once again took what his lords say and thought what his brother or father would do. He would sometimes hear the almost tempting voice of Cersei to take the easy way out and do as his men suggested. A man came in his child was sick and could not afford any sort of medicine. Rami sent Maester Luwin to help him. Another was from bannerman who wished to take one of his other bannermen's daughters as a wife as their Lord he gave them his blessing. A killer was brought towards him and when the man rather casually said he would take the wall Rami DID thought of his mother. The man killed a woman no doubt raped her before it too frowning Rami sentenced him to die. The man shrieked and begged for mercy the entire time Rodrick's men dragged him out to the chopping block.
"That will be enough for today I think Rodrick let's not overload our lord in his first sitting" Tyrion said. Rodrick turned to Rami who nodded he was hungry and rather tired. He understood now why Lloyd always seemed tired and rarely shared their meals together. He was tired most of the time he had previously seen his brother with tired bags under his eyes and very aloof sometimes ignoring Rami. Though he now knew it was not out of annoyance or ill feelings but sheer tiredness. Sighing Rami stretched his legs and soon little Rickon joined him and he sat down for a meal with his little brother and his uncle.
Royce
Another day another guard duty on the wall. Royce was with Samwell Tarly a fat young man that was by all accounts…a coward. Royce however found a liking to the rather shy lad who stuck to him like a fly to dung. Though a bad metaphor Royce had been trying to get him into shape and fighting condition so he could be useful to the watch even if he was only Stewart. Not enough men to be picky Royce had thought idly as he trained all the men they got. Just today they got a few boys from Mols town from the whores who sold them to the Watch. Leaning on the snow covered ledge the thick leather fabric keeping the chill away the fire next to them as well helping. Sam spoke breaking the silence that Royce would have kept as he used it to contemplate on weather Lord tyrion had kept his word about talking to the king no ravens or anything had come in the last month.
"R-Royce how did you become a knight?" Sam asked fumbling with his gloved fingers. Royce offered a side glance to the portly brother.
"Why do you want to know?" asked Royce still vigilant on his watch his brothers often slacked as a ranger he always reprimanded them. They could not afford to slack with so little numbers and the damn white walkers gathering an army of the dead…praying on the wildling bastards no less.
"It's a good way to pass the time retelling old stories no? I'm afraid I have none I can share" Sam bashfully said. He hid his excitement poorly at hearing from him how he became a knight.
"I'm afraid there's little fanfare to be had Sam. No maiden to rescue no heroic deeds praised in the realm…just squired under a knight who's name escapes me from his rather bland personality. By the time I was sixteen he deemed me worthy of knighthood and I was on my way back home a knight" Royce said rather lamely.
"I see" Sam said not sure how to respond to the otherwise mundane story. Royce smirke and gave a short bark of laughter.
"I'm sorry it was not as romanticized as you would have hoped" Royce smirked. Sam laughed at that.
"No! It's just well did you at least fight anybody swung that pretty sword of yours around" Sam said waving his arms a bit to emphasize his point.
"I'm afraid not…even when I joined the Watch I never killed any wildings in my first two raids…hell not even in the third one" Royce finished with a melancholy tone. Royce and Grave died while he still lived the guilt still present in his mind despite this being months ago. Pushing off the wall Royce was about to tell Sam they needed to switch their watch when he saw something. From the forest a single black figured emerged from the trees. Squinting Royce tried to get a better view seconds later he noticed it was a horse and with a black fur coat a man was slumped over it. "A Ranger…" muttered Royce.
"W-what?" Sam piped up. Turning to the man manning the horn on the wall he ordered him to blow it to signal the return of the ranger.
"RANGERS RETURNING!" Royce barked and sprinted towards the elevator. The words spread across the wall like wildfire. Soon Castle Black was lit with activity as Sam and Royce took the elevator down he arrived to see the horse gallop in spooked some stewards grabbing the rains calming the horse down the body on top flopped down face first into th muddy snow. Jeor Mormont was quickly making his way to them and Royce landed on his knees by the body and flipped it over everyone muttered and a strange sense of sadness took hold of the men. Parting the crowd Jeor Mormont was greeted by Royce propping up the dead body of the lord of Winterfells brother. Benjen Stark Jeor Sighed and spoke up with his usual manner.
"Well come on that's your fallen brother bringing him to Maester Aemon to prepare the body" Jeor said though his eyes did show sorrow at loosing one of his best men. The body was placed in Jeors quarters that day and at night Royce had been called to his room to discuss something that Royce was not aware off. Sam had offered to walk with him but Royce said he would be fine and Sam should rest he would be training him tomorrow as well and reminded him to eat meagerly to help with him lose weight. Arraving at the personal quarters of Joer Mormont he knocked and waited for a moment before the old bear let him in.
"Lord Commander" Royce bowed respectufully but Jeor waved him away. Stepping to a table by his bed the old bear poured a cup of wine and offered to Royce who gladly took it. Pouring himself one the old bear sat down and sighed trying to melt away the day's burdens. Motioning for Royce to join him the young black knight did and sat in a chair adjacent to the lord commanders.
"Over fifteen years have I been a commander of the watch and Ive known Benjen through all those years. When I sent him beyond the wall to find the sorry lot of Grave and Will…I thought he would have come back with them or at least confirmed their deaths." Royce felt himself deflate a little he told them what happened but it seems they still did not believe him. Taking a swig from his cup Jeor spoke again this time a much more somber tone than the last one that spoke rathe casually of the deceased Benjen Stark that was a room behind them.
"Stark was the man who told me to change the patrols…vary numbers and what not to make sure the wildings did not read our patrols and grew the balls to attack us" chuckled Jeor.
"He was a good brother and hell of a ranger Lord Commander" Royce offered. Jeor nodded a little.
"Aye…he cared a lot for the watch" said Jeor. A moment of silence was passed in memory of Benjen before Jeor spoke up again.
"Al be needing a first a ranger again" Royce's eyes widen for a moment he hadn't gone out to a ranging sense he was locked up.
"So would you be asking me to take the place Lord Commander" Royce asked.
"Aye…I-"steps inside the room where heard interrupting the old bear. Sitting up Jeor stood up and moved to see what it was. Standing up with him Royce walked behind Jeor when they noticed something. Poorly lit before them the table that was Benjens resting place now the Ranger stood. Royce felt fear in his gut gods not again! Royce reached to his hip but he had left his sword behind as he was off duty. Cursing Royce was about to warn the Lord Commander but the blue eyed Benjen quickly was on them and his hands wrapped themselves around Jeor Mormonts neck.
"Ben" chocked out Jeor. Quickly Royce ran and while his hands where busy trying to keep the unnatural strength of the dead man from crushing his wind pipe Royce grabbed the knife on Jeor's belt. Taking it Royce rammed it straight into Benjens wind pipe. Benjen only midly felt it freeing one hand he delivered a powerful blow to Royce's head and the young knight was sprawled on the ground. Knife still through its throat Benjen took it and threw Jeor aside. The big man hit the wall with his head first leaving him groggy. Royce stood and moved away from the incoming stab. Regaining his sense Jeor slammed his big body against Benjen and the knife flew lose from its icy grip. Knocking him off Benjen quickly stood and as Royce neared to help his Lord Commander Benjens hand struck like lighting and gripped his neck in a powerful grip. Slaming Royce into the wall and Jeor still recovering from being thrown about like a rag Royce panicked. Streaching his hand he grabbed the oil lit lanter by the glass. The heated surface burned into his hand but the pain was ignored his self-preservation the bigger priority. Firmly in his grip he smashed the lantern into Benjens head. With inhuman scream Benjen pulled back and tried to douse the flames. Quickly the flames spread over the thick coat and dry clothes. In mere seconds the screams stopped and the blue cold eyes left him returning to glassy grey and the body fell limp. After almost thirty minutes Ser Allister burst in and saw Royce and Jeor looking at the burning corpse before them. Putting the fires out Royce had his hand looked after by Measter Aemon. The old blind Measter did the deed quietly as was most of the brothers none knew what to make of it.
Though Royce would have liked to rub this all in their faces before now he only felt conviction. The threat was all too real and death was on them like a shroud that was slowly but surely covering the lands of forever winter inching its way to the wall. Once healed up Royce walked out of Measter Aemon's quarters and was surprise as he heard Jeor Mormonts voice.
"Catch" gasping Royce snapped out with his good hand caught the sheathed blade thrown at him. Looking at it his eyes widen.
"Lord Commander" began Royce. Longclaw the ancestral sword of house Mormont forged of Valeryan steel. The bastard sword had the head of a black bear at its pummel.
"You earned it…you saved my life son" walking over to him Jeor placed his massive hand over his shoulder.
"I still haven't gotten an answer boy…" Royce did not bother to wait any further.
"Yes Lord Commander I will take the position with honor and lead my brothers with courage" Royce declared.
"Good…because I'm tired of not knowing what in the seven hells is happening beyond the wall." Jeor said seriously.
"Lord Commander…are we truly going beyond the wall in force?" Royce asked eyes wide going out there like such.
"If we go out there we are going to need a lot of fire Lord Commander" Royce advised before strapping Longclaw on his hip.
"Aye…ready yourself Royce we ride in force in a few weeks" Royce frowned.
Daenerys
She watched the sky as the red comment zoomed by. It was there for almost months now and she thanked her stars it led them to this abandoned city. Her first city though no great conquest like her ancestor Aegon it served its purpose well and her Dothraki were spared a death in the Red Sands. As she rest in the city, she sent her Dothraki in four directions to find a city town or whatever she could find where they may resupply and she may better plan her next move. For the past few weeks she found herself in this safe heaven and proved her followers following the comet was a god sent message. She was in her own designated chambers. This time she was alone her servants dismissed and while she enjoyed her alone time a knock to her makeshift door was heard.
"Your grace may I enter?" a rough deep voice was heard.
"Jorah…please I would welcome your company. I find myself rather alone these days" Dany smiled as he entered and he offered a short bow. Dany smiled and extended her hand to him though hesitating for a second he walked forward and knelt before his queen and took her hand placing a kiss with his chap lips over her hand. Sighing Dany smiled and used her free hand to slide it past his receding hair line the hair a rather soft brown on the knight. His hair was rather soft and Dany found it a shame he would probably go bald later in his years. This loyal knight to her brother formerly but now her first queenguard and most loyal of her men. Pausing Jorah spoke to her smiling a little with a quirk of the lips upward he enjoyed having this time with her alone was very precious to Jorah.
"Your grace I bring news of Westeros. It would seem war has broken out" Jorah startd Dany felt her eyebrows go up.
"Truly? Tell me what this war is about Jorah" Dany said and motioned for a table set up for her. Both sat down and Jorah relayed the information.
"The usurpers son Staffon Baratheon has been killed…by your nephew your grace" Jorah commenced Dany took the information with interest.
"Your nephew now resides in Dorne where Doran Martell is preparing for war. Though it seems the usurper has little support House Lannister proclaims to be securing the Sunset Sea. Though house Stark has committed its banners and is currently in the Riverlands securing an alliance with the Tullys. The userpers brother Renly Baratheon however has taken the seat of the Storm Lands and is calling himself the rightful king" Jorah smirked a little and Dany sighed shaking her head. More pretenders to her throne but what of her nephew…and her niece.
"What of my niece Rhaenys?" asked Dany.
"I…I'm afraid she is being married to the Tullys to secure their alliagence." Jorah said.
"The usurper uses my niece as his hostage and now trades her off like my brother did for an army" Dany closed her fist and Jorah put his hand over it gently stroke her knuckles.
"I'm afraid it's not quite right your grace…my sources tell me she is willingly choosing this. She has chosen to ally herself with the Usurper" Dany thought this over…how could she chose the very man who killed her father? Truly she should have gone with her brother truly she should understand what cruel injustice had been done to their family. But that also left one thing is her nephew fighting to hold the throne himself? Does he know about her? No highly unlike in her condition this only further complicated her situation as it stood.
"Jorah let's find a city soon we must raise an army as soon as we can" Jorah nodded and stood.
"Very well your grace I shall await the return of our scouts and find us a city" with this jorah stood and so did Dany. Walking to the door he stopped short and she stared at him he could still see her pain no matter how hard she tried to hide it she was still sad about the death of Kharl Drogo. Though he himself felt no real remorse he still wished his grace to be happy. He leant down slightly and he saw her eyes lit with many emotions at the same time; sadness, angry, love and, fear. He wanted her happiness he wanted to love her so badly but he could not stomp out the doubt the fear the fact he had been betraying for her years. Dany's hand hesitantly lifted upward felt his rough unshaved chin stifling his inner demons he gave in and his lips met hers in the middle. Pulling her small frame towars him her hands explored his leather clady body. Soon Jorah found his sword being stripped off his belt was undone pulling her to him he found her bed. He almost cried out when she tossed him down on it hesitating for a second she reached the straps of her dress. Sliding them off she let the dress fall her small breast bare for Jorah to see. Gods she is beautiful. No! Stop yourself you fool do it now before you commit a grave mistake. Jorah swallowed and lifted himself up but as Dany stepped out of her dress she placed a finger to his lips. Silencing any form of protess or other words. She felt she would break if he spoke now. She didn't words she needed this right now. She was well aware of his feelings for her and she could not return them….perhaps not now or perhaps never but she might allow herself that pleasure later on. First her throne but she could not win a war if she broke now she needed her loyal knight now more than ever. Straddling him she kissed his lips and her fingers nimbly undid the strings to his breeches.
This was not love but it was feeling it made her feel alive something Dany hadn't felt he past few months sense her son died and her husband died. Jorah Mormont was not sure what to think of this at the moment. He laid naked under bed sheets his queen the woman her vowed to protect laid on his bare chest her hand absently stroking his chest. He stroked her hair gently and though words failed the older knight he decided to just stay quiet he would need to confess his sin but not today…no, not today.
Lloyd
The doors to the hall opened Grey Wind by his side Lloyd waited patiently as Ser Brynden Tully swaggered his way in. in his black armor with the black trout on his chest outlined in gold. Nodding to Lloyd the young lord nodded back and welcomed Ser Brynden.
"I welcome you to my…temporary hall Ser Brynden how may I help you this evening" Lloyd remarked the older Tully chuckled openly.
"You're a cheeky bastard aren't you?" he smirked and though Lloyd's men didn't appreciate Lloyd did laugh openly.
"I suppose I am a bit of a forward man to deal with as are you Ser Brynden I assume you're here to hear my surrender?" Lloyd laughed though not entirel joking he was sure he already pissed off the lords.
"Quite the contrary Stark I'm here to give me a moment" he reached into his breeche's pockets. Pulling out a letter he handed it to Eddard Karkstark who was closest to him. The old knight knew he wouldn't be allowed more than a solid meter from the young lord. Taking a keep and fighting on the front lines with his men? Brynden knew of what type of meddle Eddard Stark's son is. Young brilliant and a burning need to prove himself worthy to be the future leader of the Stark household. Eddard brought the letter to the young lord and as he read it crisp in Hosters Tully's handwriting Lloyd barked out a rather loud laugh. Slapping his sarmored thigh Lloyd stood up and read the most important part out loud.
"Here this mates! Lord Lloyd Stark is to now be the holder of the Twins the keeps and lands are hereby given to Lloyd Stark along with the Title lord of the crossing!" the men all inside cheered and ever the bold Mormont Dacey slapped his back grinning. Waving away the guards Lloyd shook Ser Brynden's hand firmly.
"Come Ser you are probably tired thirsty and hungry from riding all the way here please join me for some wine." The Blackfish eagerly took the offer and wine and food was brought for them by the very household servants who not only warmed up to the young Stark lord but already loved more than old Frey.
"What am I to do with the old man in my new dungeon then Ser Brynden? The letter did not specify" Lloyd asked.
"Well the old man didn't say anything either what do you want done with it?" shrugged Brynden a servant girl in his lap. Lloyd almost felt like joining in the pleasure but even in Kings Landing he figured her mother would be glaring at any woman who stared at her baby boy.
Cersei
"Acho!" Cersei covered her nose with her dainty cloth napkin Elia sitting next to her smiled slightly. "Excuse me" Cersei said and offered her own apologetic smile. Recently the two women had been bonding over their husbands going off to war.
"You are excused my lady…hah you know in Dorne there's a saying if you sneeze without provocation someone is probably talking about you" Elia and Cersei chuckled a little.
"I hope it is good talk then" smiled Cersei and offered her goblet and both ladies clanked them before continuing their drinking.
Lloyd
Lloyd felt a shiver go up his spine for a second the gods be good if his mother ever saw him gallivanting with a serving wench like King Robert. "Well Ser Brynden I have sorted the prisoners and you say the other keep is already under your control when are we to begin crossing our forces?" asked Lloyd. Rolling his shoulder reflexively.
"On your leave Lord Stark I'm enjoying your hospitality though I enjoy this down time greatly we do have a war to win." Ser Brynden tiped his goblet to the young lord.
"Aye that we do, Lord Bolton! Gather the men we begin crossing as soon as we have our wits about us!" Lloyd ordered Lord Botlon who had been sitting with them took a final swig of his cup before nodding silently and set off about his task. Lord Bolton seemed more amiable to Lloyd as of late taking a keep rather ruthlessly and letting his men scotch free from the atrocities they committed gained him a few points with the Lord of the Dread Fort. Lloyd did not know how to feel on the matter considering the history of the Boltons. Finishing their small feast Lloyd left to help prepare the men.
The next morning the march through the bridge happened Stark Banners and Karkstark banners and so on flew high in victory. Leading the host was Lord Bolton and Eddard Karkstark in the middle of the host on a horse next to Lloyd walder Frey was slung over it like a sack a man marching by the horse sword drawn. If this was a trap the lord could be used to get a safe passage as he learned from Hosteen Frey the fear they held from old Frey was almost amusing to Lloyd. The young lord shivered feeling a pair of green eyes stare at him behind his back. He knew his mother wasn't there but gods be good he knew it was never wise to displease Cersei Stark. Rolling his shoulder under the armor he saw Ser Brynden glance his way and Lloyd only grinned shrugging. The old knight chuckled and as they entered the gates they found Walder men and Tully men alike moving about with supplies and other things. Making sure this was no trap Lloyd kept Walder Frey close but as the gates to lead outside opened Loyd rode outside the walls with his host leaving Walder Frey with Dacey Lloyd went up front to lead his host once more but as he got outside his eyes widen the grip on his rains became slightly rigged. Infront of the massive host before him leading it was none other than Stannis Baratheon next to the prince of Dargonstone his father Lord Eddard Stark in his armor stared directly at Lloyd his face cool using as their mother called it 'the lords face.' Ser Brynden chuckled as he rode up next to him he was amused in the end he was still a boy who feared his own father. Sighing Lloyd mumbled under his breath.
"Shit" Trouble was afoot.
As previously sated I'm going through some crap! So my updates are low and far in between but I finally got this one out not much going on just catching up with everyone else in Westeros. That being said the Nights Watch is about to go to the great Ranging Royce is a bit nervous in this as well he already knows what's beyond the wall but he also wants to take the fight to the enemy we will see how this ends up going.
Now then to answer some Q's and what not.
Q: History Log?
A: YES I kept you guys on the dark long enough. So next chapter after THIS one it's going to be a History and Lore of Westeros: The Sack of Kings Landing narrated by our favorite golden haired smart ass. Ser Jamie Lannister the Kingslayer who will tell you of his views of what happened in the sack of Kings Landing.
Q: Lyanna a good queen and proper research
A: Well no a good queen does not forsake her duty which was to marry Robert. Just like Cat didn't forsake her duty to her house and married Ned despite being a complete stranger she didn't know. What she and Rheagar did was irresponsible I know it's a shit deal but responsibility is responsibility. Also the Tower of Joy is in the mountains indeed near the border in the Prince's Pass. I will have you know Starfell the ancestrial home of house Dayne is SOOOUUUUUUTTTTHHHHHH (from the tower of joy geographically it's actually southwest in Westeros). Like really down there from the Tower of Joy Ned brought Jon from Starfell. As in Starfell is the Red Mountan's pass guarding the western arm of Dorne. I do my research and write this fic with the wiki open next to me otherwise this story would be filled with a shit ton of inaccuracy. I use two maps as well one is that one that was done in the skin of a dear you know looks very drawn the mountains are just a wave of black ink. And a geopgrachical map that shows the terrain of the land. Trust me I know what I'm doing still you are welcome to have a dissenting opinion as everyone is entitled to their own and until Martin outright says Jon is Lyanna's and Rheagars (which still a bastard) Idk why people think he wouldn't be one as he was born out of wetlock. My money still remains that Stannis is this 'chosen one' that Milesandar believes him to be.
Only real questions lol anyways I hope you enjoy the chapter and I will see you for the next chapter as previously stated. The next one will be a history and lore of westeros narrated by Jamie, so until next time enjoy
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