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Chapter 12: Captain, Captain Aurane Waters

Aurane

Damn you, Joran!

Cursing his friend was the only thought going through his head, as his ship began to sink from a dozen holes protruding through the wood. He tried to get it out or plug up the damages, but to no avail, he ended up climbing the mast of the boat and hoping the damned thing doesn't break off like everything else.

He sighed and waited, then took a step on to the dock and was immediately looked at by the port-master.

"You!" He stopped and was approached, "It's twenty silvers to dock, what is your business in King's Landing?" He was asked and he groaned, he doesn't have time for this.

"How about thirty silvers, and have the Red Keep know I am here to see the Hand of the King." He said and the small man looked confused, but he continued on his way.

He could never get tired of the capital, the smell of hard-working men and the scent of sex in the air made him smile. Unlike him, Joran and Matthos never got used to it, Joran often explained that there wouldn't be a smell if the capital was less populated. Matthos simply doesn't like the capital at all, since he had been born and raised here.

I will admit, I wouldn't be fond of this place if I were born here. He thought as he rode through the streets of Flea Bottom, seeing shit thrown from the windows and homeless men, women, and children in the smaller alleys.

If he could change one thing here, it would be the heat. It was even hot when at night, he'd have to sleep in the nude and wear little clothes compared to the warm ones he'd wear at Dragonstone or Driftmark. Hells, taking a dive into the ocean was the only way to cool down on the worst parts of the day, though the morning offered a break from the humidity a bit.

"I can't believe that the Mountain almost killed the Knight of Flowers." He stopped his horse to listen to two drunkards, hearing about a tourney he missed, perhaps? The second man scoffed, unlike the shocked one beside him.

"Aye. I'm surprised it never happened earlier, what fool names himself the Knight of Flowers?" Ending it with a hearty laugh, the drunkards continued downing their ale.

He sighed and urged his horse forward, continuing up the hill towards the Red Keep.

When he did arrive, the guards quickly stopped him from going any further, said they wanted to know his business in King's Landing. He groaned in frustration, the port-master must not have sent word of his arrival to the castle. He dismounted his horse and held on to the reins, using his other hand to hold up a letter for Lord Stark.

"I was sent from Dragonstone. I need to see the Hand of the King, immediately." He spoke with the same hard authority as his friend would, and the guards quickly lowered the drawbridge and let him pass through. He smiled smugly while passing the lickspittles.

He's seen the Red Keep more than a dozen times, and yet he never gets tired of seeing it. Deep down into his bloodline, this is his, a shame that after the Dance of the Dragons his family never married into House Targaryen, or at least a Princess never married a Lord of Driftmark.

Maybe it's because of this, that the King never ordered for his families extinction. House Velaryon doesn't have a strong enough connection to the Iron Throne, not like House Baratheon. Actually, it angers him somewhat, makes him think that the King believes his House inferior to that of the Stag.

Come on! Get a hold of yourself. He shook away the jealous thoughts and found the Tower of the Hand, he walked up the steps, passing and asking Stark Guards where the Hand's office is. He walked a bit more and went towards the door, was going to knock on it until it opened and out came a man he knows besides Lord Stark.

"Who are you?" The skinnier of the two asked, he scoffed and smirked.

"You would forget who I am, Littlefinger. Now step aside." He told Baelish then turned to Lord Stark, "Lord Hand. I came here on behalf of Lord Joran." He said and Lord Stark ignored him, seems the man is on a mission of his own.

"It will have to wait. Jory, gather your best men and meet me by the stables, hurry." He sighed and followed the two men.

"Perhaps I can accompany you? Lord Joran is desperate for you to get this." He held out the letter, Lord Stark sighed and took and put on his person.

"Come then, we need to hurry."

Whoever it is that the Hand needed to see must be important, well, important enough to ride out without hearing from his future son-in-law. He was already sore from the saddle, and the man would make him ride again? This trip better end with that letter being read, or he might have almost drowned for nothing.

Littlefinger led him, Lord Stark, the one named Jory and two others to one of his brothels. He coughed in embarrassment, mainly because it was one of the businesses he frequented much other than Chataya's brothel. He'll give it to Petyr Baelish, the man knows how to obtain beautiful and pretty little things.

He waited outside with the two guards, Heward and Wyl. He leaned against the wall and thought that Starks was honorable folk, not ones who go to brothels and get their wicks dipped. He scoffed and scratched his chin, if it was whores the Hand wanted, there are far better places to go and get them.

Minutes pass by and his attention was caught by the sound of a horse and marching men, he put a hand on his blade and watched the Lannister men surround the establishment, and all were led by the Kingslayer himself.

"Jaime Lannister? What are you doing at a brothel, I am sure this is breaking those Kingsguard vows you swore." He asked Jaime who looked at him quizzically, dismounting from his white horse.

"And you are supposed to be beside Joran, what is a bastard doing so far from his master." He gritted his teeth, "It matters not. I am not here for whores. Ah, there you are." Lord Stark and Jory walked out of the brothel, Baelish followed right behind them.

"What are you doing here?" Baelish asked Jaime, the Kingslayer told him to go inside and then turned to the Hand of the King.

"Lord Stark. My brother had some trouble on the road, you wouldn't know anything about that, would you?" Ser Jaime asked Lord Stark, and he found himself even more confused than he already was.

"Stand back, Ser. This is the business of the Hand of the King." Jory, good lad to defend his Lord. Jaime chuckled and narrowed his eyes back on Stark.

"Are you sure, because I see no Hand but a small pack of wolves. Now, Lord Stark, where is my brother, you remember him, right?" Now the Hand isn't the Hand? What in the Seven Hells is going on? He took a step back and gulped, still a steady hand on his sword and sheath.

"I remember him well. And he was taken at my command, to answer for his crimes." Jaime unsheathed his blade and he cursed Lord Stark, can't the man not start a fight right now.

Baelish ran off, saying that he was going to get the Watch. He doesn't believe they will get here in time, there are too many lions for them to handle. He cursed his friend again for getting him in this mess and unsheathed his own blade, ready for a fight, unwanted or otherwise.

"Come, Stark. I would rather you die, sword in hand." Jory warned Jaime not to threaten Lord Stark again, "Threaten? As in; I am going to open your Lord from balls to his brain and see what Starks are made of." Jaime said and he sighed, there is no getting out of this, is it? Nope, no there isn't.

"You kill me, your brother's a dead man," Eddard swore to the Kingslayer who smirked.

"You're right. Take him alive, kills him and his sailor companion." Dodging right he avoided a spear throw, though the man behind him got it instead.

Using his free hand, he threw a dagger in one the Lannister guards throats and battled to others. Swatting a spear away from one, he turned to the other and went against him at full force and ran his sword across the enemies neck. He turned back too late before he was hit across the head by the end of a spear, he fell to the ground and before going unconscious, he saw Jaime shove a dagger into Jory's eye and started battling Eddard soon after.

His 'rest' didn't last long, his eyes opened and he groaned as he got to his knees. Looking around he saw the two Stark guards, dead, Jory, dead. Lord Stark? He realized too soon that the man was also on the ground, wounded at the knee from a protruding spear.

"They are here, hurry!" He heard and saw Baelish finally arriving with those Goldcloaks, the King himself.

"Aurane? What are you doing here?" The King asked him with a hard tone, a hateful one and that reminded him that he isn't a favorite of either Baratheons.

"It doesn't matter right now. Someone, help me get Lord Stark to the Grand Maester." He stopped the chatter, and two guards came and helped pull the spear from Eddard's leg and hauling him on a wagon that was nearby.

Along the way, he checked for the document Joran gave him and found it missing.

AN: Shorter than I wanted it to, but I still hope everyone enjoyed it. The next PoV we will be seeing is Stannis, then Shireen and back to Aurane. After these three we will go back to Joran. I believe I will be doing single PoV's for this story and maybe the Tyrell and Martell one too. After this is plenty of other updates for all including The Falcon Flies High, I know I procrastinate but I swear to get my arse on that update.

ShadyBlazin, I plan on following more of the book with added bits of the show too. So I might reconsider a match with Margaery since Tommen will still be a boy.

ZabuzasGirl, Thanks. Hope this one was good too.

Silver Crow, Aurane/Joran friendship will be something like Pippin/Merry, goofy and full of fun, Joran/Matthos is more like Frodo/Sam. The pairings are still up in the air, mainly because I want to focus more on the war with this one, but I did narrow down choices and added some.

Guest, I see, Val would be a choice but the Free Folk don't do political marriages like Westerosi does, to earn the loyalties of the Free Folk, Joran would have to prove himself a strong leader. I guess the Manderly's wouldn't be a good choice, I was just spit-balling candidates. It's true, one shouldn't use their best advantage right away and neither Stannis or Joran will.

Anjaquickert.9 :)

This now completes this chapter, I hope everyone has a good day or night whenever you get the notification. Bye Bye!