DISCLAIMER:following text is not meant to be taken seriously,i do not own the original.
A.N:In this story there was no Greyjoy rebellion,as the kingdom was already preoccupied with other things.
Just so you know,Dragonborn becomes an active character from the Hands Turney,forwards.
Secrets,lies and phoney men
Zvonimir entered through the door to be greeted by a man dressed all in white robes,with a hood over his head.
„…Has the flock gathered for the shepherd to watch?"Zvonimir asked cryptically as the hooded man nodded „Yes…Grandmaster."
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Arya was standing next to the door with her ear leant to the eyes were wide in shock as she just witnessed that the Lord of Kingdom of Croatia is a some sort of an Illuminati.
She got away from the metal,running as fast as she could towards where she believed Urban is the only one besides her father who she can trust in this god's damned city.
'Please be be be there…'
/
Urban was sitting in the garden,under the fountain with crossed legs and open eyes as the water splashed all over his face and body and slid he suddenly dived his head down into the water and kept it there for half a minute before a strong hand pulled his head out of the the same hand and a nother one threw him out of the fountain to the started breathing heavily,as he glazed up to see Arya.
„What were you doing?"she asked him calmly,even do her voice betrayed her anger.
„ orders."
„And how does that help you train?"
„Precision,concentration,endurance."he said simply as she shrugged it off.
/
Tyrion Lannister was in trip to the wall was done for,and now he was returning towards Kings Landing.
„I have to say i received a slightly warmer welcome on my last visit."Tyrion was standing in front of where Robb Stark sat.
„Any man of the Nights Watch is welcome at Winterfell."Rob said as he gestured towards Ulfric who nodded.
„Any man of the Nights Watch but not i,e boy?"
„I'm not your boy Lannister.I'm the Lord of Winterfell while my father is away."Robb obviously didn't like the was heard from his voice.
„You might want to learn a Lords curtesy."as Tyrion said that a sound of the doors opening was heard from behind Bran was carried in by Hodor „So it's true…Hello you remember anything of what happened?"
It was maester Luwin who spoke from his seat near Robb „He has no memory of that day."
„Curious."Tyrion mumbled into his chin.
„Why are you here?"Robb interrupted him,rudely.
„Would your charming companion be so kind to starting to hurt."
„Kneel Hodor."Bran said,not moving his eyes of with that Hodor lowered him to Tyrion's level.
„Do you like to ride Bran?"
„Yes…Well,i mean.I did like to."
„The boy has lost the use of his legs."maester Luwin said to Tyrion,who turned his head towards him,and then back to Bran.
„What of the right horse and saddle,even a cripple can ride."
„I'm not a cripple."Bran protested.
„Than I'm not a dwarf,my father will be pleased.I have a gift for you…"he said,grabbing a scroll from his coat,and handing it to Bran who opened it,and examined it with wide scroll was a blueprint for a saddle in which he could ride in.
„Will i really be able to ride again?"Bran asked happily to which Tyrion nodded,and then turned to Robb „You must shape the horse to the with a yearling,and teach it to respond to the rains and the boy's voice."
„Is this some kind of trick?Why would you want to help him?"Robb again shoed his unlove for the Imp.
„I have a soft spot in my heart for cripples,bastards and broken things."
Robb again started to speak,but it didn't fool Tyrion „You've done my brother a kindness:The hospitality of Winterfell is yours."
„Spare me your false courtesies Lord Stark.I know when I'm not wanted."Tyrion said as he marched to the door.
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„Mhm..."Urban was facing away from Arya who was speaking loudly into his he kept ignoring her words as pointless he thought it was.
„I'm telling you!Its true!"
„Oh,piss off.I'm not is one of your tricks,and I'm not falling for the same trick for the fourth time…I still feal stupid for the last time."
„Its true!Your dad is some kind of a psycho!"she got closer to him,but stopped when she noticed he was shaking „And what would you want me to do?Kill him?"he asked in a calm,cold,almost terrifying voice,for someone his age.
„We should tell the king…or my dad…they will know what to do..."she said in a begging tone as she grabbed his hand and weakly pulled his hand,thinking that he would he didn't head turned around towards her,spitting anger and betrayal like look made Arya feel really small and insignificant,as she,for the first time in some time felt slight fear.
He then threw her hand of him to the side strongly,and pushed her to the side as he marched forward not even looking back at Arya who was sitting on the floor and looking at him with hurt a running mind…Why did he react like that?She didn't say anything that bad.
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In between Westeros and Tamriel.
Garry was leaning over the edge of the ship and hurling into the ocean.
Astrid was scaling towards the nest so she can take a look at from the highest point of the ship.
Perry was reading a book called 'The four dragons' and smoking a pipe,while Kayla was fishing,even do she didn't catch almost anything.
Things were going rather smoothly,Garry wasn't complaining about anything,Astrid didn't brake anything or now.
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The rich sailor from before was now in greyish rags that lost its colour to was locked in chains,together with some other men.
There was a silence encircling the all came from different ships and were mostly unfamiliar with each were two Spanish privateers,a British adventurer,two Arabic merchants and a man from the British Colony of Southern him.
The silence was broken by the young British had my-long blonde hair,a blond short beard,blue eyes and a small scar on his right looked like he was through hell and more.
„Well…Alright then,lets start with instructions…My name is Edward,Edward Kenway."he said somewhat cheerfully as the other prisoners looked at him with questioning eyes.
„Whats…wrong with you?"the rich merchant from before asked him tiredly to which Kenway raised an eyebrow in amusement „O,don't worry about me…I can escape this place within a snap of my fingers."he said boastfully to which most of the prisoners scoffed mockingly.
„Than how are you captured?"
„Well,that's obvious…i let my self be captured…So i can escape from inside of their ship and cause mayhem while my boys take them head on."he said shrugging non interested as the guard from behind him approached him now, was a tall,slim man,with a blue band covering his hair,and a ragged black shirt,his chest.
But as he got in next to Kenway,a meter or a half,the adventurer/pirate spun around in a quick motion and stroke pirates knee,breaking before the pirate could scream,his mouth was covered,as his kneck soon snapped after that.
Kenway soon emptied the dead man's pockets and sed the keys from inside them to realise rubbed his feat and then stod up in front of the other prisoners „So…were always recruiting..."he said in a funny voice to which the merchant agreed „Sure…what ever to get me out of these damn shackles."Kenway chuckled as he opened his cuffs,together with the rest.
As the ex-prisoners were now rubbing their joints,Kenway approached the merchant and asked „Whats your name lad?"
„Name's Sindibādu al-Baḥriyy…but you can call me Sinbad,…captain."to the comment,Kenway just smirked „Sure, to have you on bord of the Jackdaw."as the nodded
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Eddard was now busy with things going all around the poor people,the rich merchant's,lesser lords and much more came to the throne room seeking ade from the crown,who unfortunately was in no condition to do anything drastic.
Eddard frowned as he started remembering peoples screams in stead of shouts produced by the badly shaped line in front of him.
(*Yes,Eddard has PTSD*)
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The start of the 'The Western Crusades',or also known as the 'Third invasion of Westeros' and the 'Summer Wars',commonly known by the lowborn.
It was a good summer was in the courtyard,with his two little and was happy that Robb always accepted Jon for who he was.
The two boys were duelling with wooden swords in front of a younger master Rodrick.
Nothing could ever ruin this day for him…or so he thought.
„My lord!"the voice from Luwin called next to sounded troubled.
„Whats wrong old man?"Ned turned to him as the measter mumbled out three worst words that will forever change the future of Westeros „My lord,we lost the connection to the White Harbor."
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Back in the present,will was now hadn't sleep for last five days,much to his brothers amusement,and mothers worry.
Poor was alway a secluded had a straight of a Baratheon and the mind of a Lannister,but he was a mistery to the most in the Kings Landing,he rarely appeared in public,and only appeared to hand around his uncles Tyrion and Stannis for longer from his siblings.
His and Joffrey's relationship was a weird both had their moments ,Joffrey actually held some love for his little brother,unlike for anything they had their about their ideology's and Joffrey's mistreatment of other people.
But in the late,he has been very letter he received clouded his mind,he knew he saw it somewhere,but he didn't know add to that,he finally realised a hard his family,and Jon Aryn's death…It was his wife…Lady Aryn.
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Tyrion was now standing in the cour of the Vale,in front of Lord Robin and his mother,the Lady looked at him with their furious staredown continued…
A.N:Yay!Drama,excitement,bull shit…What will happen next on the episode of Dragon Ball Sup-,Oh wait! I mean,on the next episode of Blood and Steel.
