284AC
Kings Landing was shaking as a storm erupted around the kingdom. Handmaidens and midwives were rushing in and out of a nursing room as the wailing screams of a woman could be heard all throughout the Red Keep. The screams were youthful and vigorful unlike those of a dying man and were ringing across the Red Keep along with the roaring of the storm outside its bloody walls. A handmaiden made her way into the chamber with towels in her hand as she saw the Queen of The Seven Kingdoms, Cersei Lannister, laying on a labor bed, her hands clenching the sheets tightly till her knuckles turned white as she screamed to the top of her lungs.
"Gods, just pull him out of me already" she screamed at them all. Jaime Lannister, the Queens twin brother was pacing back and forth in his corner of the room, sweat beating down his face drop by drop as he watched his sisters painful birthing. Grand Maester Pycelle was in between the Queens legs peering into her as she pushed her child out.
"He's almost out your grace, just one more push" the old man says. With that the Queen gritted her teeth and pushed, her face turning red as her head reeled back onto the bed, her hair sprayed out in every direction, and then.
"WAHH"
"WAHH"
A babes scream cried out alongside the crackling thunderstorm of the Crownlands sudden wrath. Jamie stopped his pacing and looked towards his sister, his face changing to one of relief that his sister managed another successful birth. The handmaiden assisting the Grand Maester wrapped the newborn in cloth as she peered down at the child.
Pycelle took out a set of glasses, steadily placing them on his face trying to steady his shaking hands. The Grand Maester took a good look at the child peering at his likeness when his eyes widened.
"Oh my" he said tugging at his beard. Cersei used what little strength she had managed to lift her head to look towards her child.
"What is it?" she asked as a concern expression washed over her face, but before she could get an answer from the two she wailed out again, loudly.
Her midwife rushed back to her side, the Queen starting to push again almost by nature as she felt the strain building back up. "Gods, there's still one more" she says.
"Just one more push your grace" the handmaiden says. Cersei wanted to tell the women to shut her mouth but the pain wouldn't let her.
With a final push another that used up what little energy or strength the Queen had as she collapsed back onto the bed. Jaime watched as the handmaiden wrapped another one of his sisters' newborn babe in cloth.
The kingsguard knight wondered if these children would share his likeness. He didn't particularly pay attention to his sister's first child, who he knew was his but couldn't have that known.
Now she's given birth to twins no less.
Cersei who was breathing with exhaustion pulled herself up and asked for her babies. The midwife looked at the child cautiously, looking at her features greatly, then back at the Queen as she made her way towards her as Pycelle came as well with the other child. "It's a girl your grace" the handmaiden says.
"And was that one a boy?" the Queen asked as she looked at Grand Maester Pycelle.
"Yes, your grace, a healthy boy" he says showing her the child.
The Queen grew a smile across her face as she looked upon her children. She took her son in her hands and rubbed his tiny face as she examined him up and down. When her eyes rested on his eyes though she gasped. The child's eyes were mismatched. The left was a dark blue, and the right was a light green. She then noticed the top of his head. The stubble that was growing was neither black nor blonde, but was silver.
"This is" was all the queen could get out. "Bring me my other child" she commanded the midwife, her voice frantic. Her brother was slowly making his way to her side wondering what all the concern was about.
Was there something off about my sister's newborns he thought? The midwife made her way to the queen placing the child within Cersei's grasp as she handed over her son.
She rubbed her daughters head and thought the same thing again.
"Silver hair stubble, same as her brothers, and the same eyes as well" she says. Her thoughts were racing. How can this be? These can't be Jaimes she thought. They must be Roberts.. but.
Before she could finish her thought she saw the King himself marching in, a wet cloak across his back and his boots muddy from his hunt as he carried a couple of animal pelts in his hand ready to give them to his wife.
"My what a storm. Fierce, fierce i tell ya" the King roared.
The two babies had calmed down from their fit but at the king's arrival they began again.
Cersei glared at him as she soothed her newborn babes calming then as the King approached them. Jon Arryn had entered shortly after the king eager to see the newly born children himself. She cautiously showed the babies to Robert who was about to grab for them when he stopped. Cersei looked concerned as she glanced towards Jaime, then looked back at Robert.
The King rubbed their heads, staring at the silverish color it had. Their mismatched blue and green eyes looking back up at their father.
"Robert… say something my love" the Queen says. "They have silver hair. Not black. Or even blonde, but silver" he says almost absentmindedly.
Not one said anything.
Jaime slowly began to walk towards his sister, not really knowing where this situation was going to turn. Luckily Jon Arryn in his ever most wisdom came forward to defuse the situation.
"Your grace, by chance your children inherited a dormant Targaryan gene passed down from your ancestor. Your grandmother was a Targaryan princess, so it could be likely that a specific gene came forward with these sets of babes" Jon says looking down onto the children.
"Blue and green eyes, proof of the union between Baratheon and Lannister. It's quite rare for someone to have heterochromia, but it does happen"' he finishes speaking with a clear resolve.
Robert simply huffed as one of the babes grabbed ahold of one of his fingers. As he looked down onto the child, his daughter, he couldn't help but feel something. The child had Targaryen traits, but for the first time no hate came from the Stag Kings heart. A faint smile grew on his face, one that no one noticed. "Have you named them yet?" he asked his wife. The Queen shook her head, "no, i was going to wait for you to arrive" she says.
"Very well. I have an idea for the boy, if you have one for the girl" the King said. "For our son. How about Alycilles" the King said with a dragging tone. Cersei didn't speak but went over the name in her head, repeating it in her head until she repeated it aloud. "I like it" she says looking up at the King. "An for our girl. Saphira" Queen Cersei says. "A beautiful name" King Robert says. The two babies with their little hands holding onto eachother seem to both look up to their parents as if recognizing the names they were given as they gaze at their parents, the ones who brought them into this world unknowing of the destiny the gods planned for them.
289AC:
In the training courtyards of the Red Keep, the clacking of wood rung through the air. A knight in golden armor with a milky white cloak draped on his back was wielding a wooden sword standing in the center of the yard while a young boy who barely reached to the knights waist was circling the man looking for an opening. "Very good. Don't simply rush your opponent, always look for a chance at an opening, and if you can't, then make one" the knight in golden armor said his voice stern and demanding.
The young prince stopped just in front of the knight, his wooden sword aimed up high with both his hands gripped against the hilt.
"Yes Ser Barristan" the young boy says his voice calm and soft.
The golden knight in that moment saw what every knight likes to see in their squires. Pure determination an drive to succeed no matter what, and when the prince first came to him with the incentive to become this old knights squire, he knew, even back then, that he was no ordinary child.
The young prince saw this opportunity, and rushed the knight bringing his wooden sword up to his shiny armor. Ser Barristan raised his sword to block the strike but he soon realized it was a feint as the young boy quickly spun on his heel bringing the wooden sword to the knights side only for the knight to anticipate the move and parry it, knocking the boy backwards. "Not too bad Prince Alycilles, any other warrior would have fallen for that attack." The boy stood up smiling from his mentors compliment. "You truly are amazing Ser."
As the prince was taking his stance ready to continue their exchange, he noticed two figures walking towards them. Ser Barristan noticed as well and turned his attention. Queen Cersei walked up to them along with a little girl next to her with silvery golden hair, the Princess Saphira, the Queen's daughter and twin sister of Alycilles.
"Your grace" Ser Barristan says as he bows.
"Mother" the young prince says as he ran up to her. The queen wrapped her arms around her son embracing him as she rubbed his head. The young prince adored his mother with all his heart and had a connection with her that not even Joffrey had.
"Hello there my sweet child. How is your training going?" she asked. The young boy looked up to her, his face beaming with a smile. "Ser barristan says i'm going to be just as good as him in no time" he says.
She rubs his silver hair with a hint of blonde as she smiles down on him. "Just make sure you're careful." She then looks towards the old knight. I'll be taking my son along with me now Ser Barristan. The king is in need of your service" she says. The knight bowed and proceeded to leave.
Prince Alycilles walked with his mother alongside his sister who looked at him with a smile making a face at him, her blue-green eyes matching her brothers. He giggled at her funny face, his voice like a charm to those who heard it.
The two of them were almost inseparable only to be apart when the prince was busy with his training. The Queen took them to a room where most of her servants were at and her firstborn son, Joffrey was currently waiting for them.
The Queen intended for her three children to spend some time together since so far these three were a little estranged. The seven year old watched as his mother entered the playroom holding his siblings hands. The young crown prince was playing with a few toys when Queen Cersei made her way next to him.
"Joffrey would you be alright if your little brother and sister played with you?" she asked.
The crown prince seemed a little hesitant but nodded his head willingly. Queen Cersei smiled and encouraged her two youngest to play as they released their hands from the Queen and sat next to Joffrey. The room was moderately quiet as the Queen chatted with some of her handmaidens as her children played. Alycilles picked up a wooden toy figure painted like a kingsguard knight, while Saphira was playing with a doll brushing its fake hair, and Joffrey was playing with a wooden knight of his own but more worn with a broken leg and splintered wood. The twins seem to be having fun, while Joffrey was growing jealous that his little brother was in possession of the better toy knight, and his expression changed into a scowl watching his kid brother having fun with his toy.
Queen Cersei was distracted speaking with a servant otherwise she would have seen what was happening between her two sons. Alycilles was silently having fun when Joffrey walked up. The second prince stopped playing with the toy and looked up to his elder brother wondering what he wanted.
"I want that one. Trade me" prince Joffrey says in a child-like commanding tone. The younger brother simply shook his head as he continued to play with his toy knight. The crown prince seemed to be displeased at this as he attempted to snatch the toy from his five year old brother, reaching over his shoulder trying to snatch the wooden knight away.
Prince Alycilles gripped it hard as he and Joffrey played a game of tug a war with the toy. "Give it to me" Joffrey screamed.
"NO" Alycilles screamed back. Though Joffrey was older and bigger, the young Alycilles was small yet stronger, keeping a firm grip on the wooden knight. Saphira stood up shouting, "stop it, stop it, your spoiling it" but it fell on deaf ears.
The Queen soon found her attention on her two sons and began to run over to the fighting boys.
Before she could make her way to them and calm their anger, the wooden toy snapped into two halves causing Joffrey to fall backwards hitting his head on the floor while Alycilles stumbled a little but held his footing.
All the servants in the room found themselves quiet, staring at the families exchange as the Queen tried to console her boy, but Joffrey having grown mad, ignored his queen mother, peeling his face away from her reach as he threw the wooden piece he held at his brother.
The wooden piece hit the younger prince between his eyes with a smack nearly putting one out as Joffrey threw the thing with all the strength he could muster.
Prince Alycilles gave out a small yelp, feeling for his head as the pain made him squint his eyes.
He held his tears back and didn't cry but turned towards his brother and threw the wooden half he held back at the crown prince. It hit Joffrey between the eyes as his younger brother tossed it with all his strength even managing to nail his brother in the same spot as he fell back into his mother's grasp. Prince Joffrey began to sniffle as he felt the middle of his face with his little hand as a small stain of red appeared on his finger. The Queen looked down to her cowering son checking on his injury. There was a cut in the bridge of his nose right between his eyes as tears mixed with the blood causing it to flow like a river. "Go get a maester" she commanded a nearby servant.
As she watched them all move into action she turned to her youngest boy who was standing there, face pointed down cowering from the lionesses stare. "Look at me" she says her voice, strict, and demanding. He lifted his head up slowly, facing the Queen of all of Westeros. The princess Saphira was a few feet away watching the two of them, wondering if her mother was going to punish her brother. The Queen eyed her son, her lips pressed at the little boy waited for her to speak.
"Don't ever hurt your brother in any way again" she finally says.
"But he started it" the young prince began to way in, his face snapping up to meet hers. She saw something in his eyes at that moment as they glared back at her. A small fire that she thought she imagined played out within his marvelous marbles as her words were caught in her throat. She had to swallow before she spoke once more.
"I don't care, just don't do it again" she says. She left with the maester to see her son, leaving the young Prince Alycilles and the Princess Saphira alone together.
Alycilles was on the verge of tears as he stood there alone in the abandoned playroom his anger subsiding as he was left to the pesterment of his emotions. he didn't understand why his mother didn't scold Joff as well since he was the first to cause the spat. He soon started sniffling but was stopped when he felt a pair of arms wrap themselves around him. His sister was there hugging him, her silvery golden hair falling over him as it became indistinguishable from his own as she started comforting him rubbing his hair like their mother does, soothing the sad prince. He embraced her back as they stayed like that for some time.
289AC:
After the strife between the two brothers began to escalate and the King and Queen arguing with what they were to do with the squabbling brothers, that was when King Robert decided it would be best if their son, Alycilles, be fostered by some lord. Robert had it in his mind to send his son to the North which the Queen seemed to perceive. Cersei was reliant on only seeing this happen if her father, Tywin Lannister, fostered their son. The King agreed to this most likely to end the debate with his wife allowed it, and so Prince Alycilles was set to leave for Casterly Rock.
The young prince was quite upset with this, not wanting to leave the kingdom and halting his training, and threw quite the tantrum giving true to the words 'Ours is The Fury'. The young prince went to the man he was a squire for, Ser Barristan Selmy, and pleaded for the knight to accompany him to The Rock.
The old Knight went before the king, and on one knee, petitioned to accompany the prince arguing that his training was progressing well and it would be a waste to halt it now. Hearing this the king felt a respectful knight like Ser Barristan had the best for his son in his heart, and decided to allow the knight his request. And so the prince said his goodbyes.
A quick chatted one with his father.
And a teary eyed one from the Queen as she kissed her sons cheeks, hugging him long like a mother already missing her child.
After, he and his sister embraced as well saying their farewells. The princess told him she was going to be thinking of him everyday giving his small pecks on his cheeks, to which the prince expressed the same. He left Kings Landing midday with an entourage of just under one hundred people with the Westerlands in their sight.
It took a few weeks on the road as they ventured to Casterly Rock. the young prince and his household members, making up of servants and guards, and sons of other lords to accompany the prince. The young prince would peer out of his carriage looking onto the unfamiliar lands he's come to visit. They passed by many rugged lands and rolling plains. They got to see the fertile green lands, the blue lakes and rivers of the westerlands, and even spotted a couple of caves. The prince wondered if he'd see a live lion on their way.
His mother had told him about Casterly Rock and what to expect of the place, but to see the place in person as the sun gleamed on the rock made the place look like it was actual gold. The young prince, his eyes capturing The Rock thought it was the most majestic castle he saw. He, and his entourage along with the kingsguard knight, Ser Barristan Selmy, made their way into Lannisport traveling through the Lion's Mouth. The golden lion carved as the entrance into The Rock seems to stare down at Alycilles. As they made their way into the darkness of its bite he thought the lion itself would come to life and devour him whole.
That was when his nerves started to rile up as he thought of what came next. Meeting his grandfather. The Lion himself, Tywin Lannister.
This was also the first time he would be meeting the Lannister side of his family. Their carriage had made it pass the Lion's Mouth and was following the throat as they made their way fully into The Rock.
The young prince as he looked up towards the rocky ceiling imagined the ceiling falling atop of him at any second, burying him alive but dispelled the thought soon after. They came to a stop to what looked to be the main entrance to the great stronghold as many of its inhabitants were visibly gathering around as his carriage came to a halt.
A couple of servants came to the side where the prince was sitting and opened the door for him as he stepped out, the small cape strapped to his doublet flowing through the air as he casually hopped down to the red carpeted floor. The seat of House Lannister was marvelous when one got a look at its interior. The aesthetic was more grand than that of the Red Keep.
The floor had a red carpet splayed out covering most of the rocky ground leading to the main hall. The young prince could feel his heartbeat and the sweat on his hands build up. Ser Barristan stood beside the young boy looking down at him while the young prince looked up to him. "It's time my prince" the knight says with a reassuring smile. This gave Alycilles a little confidence as he walked forward with his household party trailing behind them.
As he got closer the prince was able to see the Lannister household in full. He eyed them as they all had their eyes on him, like lions judging a new member of the pack. The interest in the second prince was among most of the Lannisters having heard stories of the boy and his unique appearance but now they were fully able to examine this silver prince.
He could see a couple of smiles from them, the women mostly, while some of the other lords seem to be sizing him up. Even some of the children present had an interest in their princely relative. The prince stopped his pace as he came face to face with the man himself, Tywin Lannister, lord of Casterly Rock, and Warden of the West, and his grandfather.
The man was tall, towering over the young boy as he had to tilt his head up as he stood in front of the man. A sudden memory of his mother's words came to him. When confronting the old lion, never waver within his gaze or you'll deem yourself as only food for him. With that the prince kept his eyes locked on the man as he spoke even as his eyes twitched to blink.
"Uh, hello grandfather" he says bowing remembering his courtesies. The old lion looked down at him, studying the the first child of his daughter that he's personally met.
"Prince Alycilles, welcome to Casterly Rock. I hope your trip here was to your liking" the old lion says.
"It was alright. Casterly Rock is very beautiful. A splendid castle." Prince Alycilles says.
"Oh, and how many castles have you seen my prince?" Lord Tywin asked. "Well, just the Red Keep really, but I doubt anywhere else comes close to this place" he responded with childlike enthusiasm. This brought a couple of chuckles around the crowd. The lion lord himself had a small smirk across his face as he turned to introduce the rest of the members of House Lannister.
"My prince, allow me to introduce Kevin Lannister, my brother." Kevan walked forward giving a slight bow as he looked upon his nephew.
"It's a pleasure to make your acquaintance my prince. Allow me to introduce my wife Lady Dorna Swyft." The lady had the blonde hair of a Lannister and some beauty to match.
She gave a curtsy as she greeted the prince. The lady Swyft grabbed ahold of a boy a little taller than the prince and presented him. "This is our son, Lancel. We hope you two can get along well with each other as cousins" she says. The prince eyed the boy who took a quick glance at him than averted his eyes to the floor a second after.
Next Tywin introduced the rest of his siblings, starting with his sister, Genna Lannister. She was a shapely woman, thick and curvy with a set of bosoms that looked like they would fall out of her bodice. She gave young Alycilles a huge hug as his face was buried into her bust. "Well aren't you a handsome thing. You must get that beautiful face of yours from Cersei" she says poking a single finger to the tip of his nose.
The young prince felt himself blushing as he felt his stomach stirring up. "Thank you aunt Genna" he says trying to hold back his face from turning red. The lady Lannister gave him a sweet giggle, "you don't have to be shy around me child. I'll make sure you feel right at home while you're here."
Her words seem to put him at ease as a sense of comfort was established for the young prince. Next a man stepped forwards wearing an extravagant set of clothes, the colors of red and gold covering his body. He had curly golden locks and the green eyes of a Lannister.
He gave a dramatic bow tipping his front foot forward placing his left hand upon his right pec as he waved his right arm outwards as his bangs drooped down. "My dear nephew, welcome to our ancestral home of Casterly Rock" he says in a speech like manner.
Prince Alycilles managed to hold back a giggle but still gave him a smile. "I am your greatest of uncles, Gerion Lannster, at your service" he says.
"A pleasure to meet you uncle" the prince says.
After meeting some more of the Lannister household, lord Tywin showed his young grandson to the room he would be staying at. It was quite the room with more than enough space that the young prince would need. After putting some of his stuff away, he shortly made his way to his bed and rested for the night.
289AC: Greyjoy Rebellion
Lannisport was an incredible city. The markets had many delicacies that were different from the streets of Kings Landing. The young prince raced through the streets being followed closely by some guards and Ser Barristan Selmy. Alycilles made stops at many stores throughout Lannisport being recognized as a prince managing to obtain free goods from giving merchants. As he walked around, sometimes skipping across the cobblestones, he noticed something that caught his attention.
The Lannister fleet. A marvelous site consisting of about thirty ships. Their sails were large and had the mighty lion of Lannister embroidered across them. He saw men aboard the ship doing boat things the young prince couldn't quite understand but watch on anyways. Ser Barristan suddenly made his way to the prince's side. "Incredible aren't they?" he says.
"Yes, do you think we can go see one up close?" the prince asked.
He was hesitant at first but saw no harm in it, "Very well" the old knight says.
Alycilles smiled and began to run towards the docks passing Ser Barristan as he ran down the stairs and towards the ships.
The kingsguard knight began to follow Alycilles when something out of the corner of his eye caught his attention. Through the thick fog there was a light, yellow and growing bigger as he watched on. There was a flash and then an explosion as a nearby ship exploded resulting in wooden frames flying in every direction aflamed.
The young prince's eyes widened, hot air smacking him in the face as debris flew and crashed all around him. The prince looked out at the ships. They were on fire, red with flames as he could hear men screaming as some jump overboard making splashes in the waters of the summer sea. Before he could even react something in the fog appeared, coming into existence like it was never there from the start. The ship was big and painted black with the sail of a kraken whipping through the fog. The prince felt confused. He recognized the sigil but didn't know why he would see it here of all places. Why was a Greyjoy ship all the way over here? Why are they attacking us? He thought.
He didn't move or at least he didn't try. He was simply trapped in his gaze as more and more of his family's fleet of ships were destroyed as boom after boom came from the vessels. He was horrified. It was almost unimaginable to him as he watched.
His eyes flinched when he saw golden armor appear before him. Ser Barristan looked down at the prince speaking something to him that the boy couldn't make out. Barristan looked at the startled prince as more and more of the vessels were caught aflame. He pulled the boy dragging him as they ran determined to head back into The Rock.
The common folk were running around screaming, women carrying off their children as they wailed in their arms. He saw men gathering their arms running with swords, axes, and shields. Lannister soldiers were running towards the wharf where Greyjoy men were coming ashore. Ser Barristan and some other guards were escorting the prince as Lannisport all around them was glowing bright orange. As they ran, cannon fire erupted again blowing buildings to tinders cutting off more and more paths for them to escape.
Bodies were lining the grounds of the city. Fighting could be heard as steel on steel grew louder and louder the longer they lingered.
"Ser Barristan, what's happening?" the terrified prince asked his kingsguard protector. The old knight looked towards the docks and saw as more and more ships came into sight. He studied the sails easily recognizing the sigil they were flying.
"Let's get back into Casterly Rock first my prince" Ser Barristan says as he pushes the young prince towards his family's ancestral home. This would soon be pointless as more cannon fire from the Greyjoy vessels blew away the buildings and roads near them. The prince was caught in a blast being sent flying away and separated from his kingsguard protector.
He was out cold being blown into a nearby building that had parts on fire and parts destroyed from the cannon fire. Ser Barristan shouted out to the prince but gained no response. The flames formed a type of wall between the two rising higher than the knight stood. Any hope the knight had at looking for the prince was short lived as he found himself soon face to face with ironmen. He drew his sword to face these new foes, swearing to himself that he would save his young squire.
The floor was hot. The air was hot, and thick with smoke making it hard to breathe.
Prince Alycilles snapped back to consciousness as he awoke into a coughing storm. His head was hurting and he had no clear idea where he was at and what was truly happening. He looked around himself. He was surrounded by fire crackling as it burned with intensity. They seem to cut off all of his paths, all except one in front of him that led through a blown hole within the buildings wall. The fire itself seems to want him to follow the path.
Alycilles felt something telling him to go and make a run for it. And that's what he did. He ran as fast as his legs would let him even with his body in pain. I have to find Ser Barristan and get home he thought as he ran.
As he made his way out the burning building he could hear the wood splinter and break from losing its support beams. He turned his head and looked back to see the building collapse on itself. That was almost me. He looked around him.
Lannisport was basically a ghost town with not a soul in sight. The prince made his way to what he thought was a main street and began to shout for Ser Barristan. "Ser Barristan, where are you?" he would scream out.
There weren't even sounds of battle from what the prince could hear. He would run and run not truly knowing where he was going, just following the flames. As he went on he would frantically look back and forth for any signs of someone he could call for help. As he ran though, he failed to notice the man standing in his direction staring down the young prince. The ash and smoke clouded his vision causing him to squint his eyes.
Through the smoke he saw a figure, tall and broad, and seeming to be wearing armor. Alycilles couldn't tell who the man was and ran to him hoping it was someone friendly.
As he came within a close range of this person his eyes widened as his legs slowed down from running to a cold walk. The smoke shrouding the man seemed to be blown away by the wind just as the prince was a few feet from the man. He got a good look at the person who stood unfamiliar to him.
"Who are-you?" he asked the man.
The unknown man was tall, had long black hair, and an eyepatch covering one eye. He stared down at the boy with a wicked grin across his face, his blue lips curling as the whiskers on his face furrowed.
"I'm the drowned god" the man says, his voice sinister and scratchy.
The young prince didn't know what he meant and was simply scared and wanted to get away from the man as fast as he could. He began to pray for his father or his mother to appear and save him. When it clicked in his mind that it wasn't going to happen, his body began to shake all over starting with his legs.
He felt like he was about to slump to the ground and did his best to steady his shaking legs from going limp. As he looked up at the man, the fear he felt just from looking at him grew. Without even thinking he turned his back to him and tried to flee but found his legs only kicking up dirt.
The man had grabbed him, holding on tightly to his red jerkins. The man pulled Alycilles dragging his feet through the dirt as his boots grew dirty with ash.
"And where do you think you are going silver prince?" the man says almost mockingly. The prince looked up to him not hiding his shocked expression to the man.
"I know...who you are. You're my ticket to becoming king of this forsaken world" the man said his tone sharp and cold with a seriousness to it that the prince held his tongue, for this was a moment he couldn't feign.
The man began to laugh, a cackle more so as he seemed to enjoy the look the young prince of Westeros was displaying. It sent shivers down the boys' spine and for once in his life, he felt fear come over him. He lifted the boy and threw him over his shoulders roughly. He tried to fight, do anything that could free him from this man's grip, but the man was strong and held him tight.
"Let me go. HELP. SIR BARRISTAN" he shouted to which the man just laughed some more.
"No point in screaming for help now. My men have this port surrounded. And now we stumbled across our prize. Well my prize, that is" the one eyed man said.
Alycilles could only listen to the man as he spoke. His attention was turned to the noise around him as he heard feet marching is way. He tried to worm his way out of the man's grip again thinking that help had finally arrived.
The one eyed man's calm demeanor made the prince think otherwise as he soon learned that it was his men that had in fact showed up.
"Alright men. We've found our bounty and laid siege to our high monarchs ancestral home. Now back to the ships" he shouted to which the soldiers cheered and did as he commanded.
Just as the man continued to walk in the direction of the shore, the roaring of screaming men caught everyone's attention as Lannister soldiers came rushing down the street, swords drawn as they came into fighting with the ironmen. At that moment the young prince felt a little bit of hope light within him. On top of that he saw Ser Barristan among the men who came to meet his captors.
"SER BARRISTAN" he tried to shout out through the clashing of steel. Somehow whether through instinct or from the help of the seven, the golden knight spotted the silver prince being carried off. The old knight in that moment looked to have grown younger, cutting through many of the Ironborn as he grew closer and closer to the prince. "PRINCE ALYCILLES" he shouted.
Each time he would cut someone down another would take their place halting his progress. As he did this the one eyed man looked back and laughed. "Is that your body guard. Not very good at his job" he cackled. Ser Barristan could only watch as the prince was taken aboard the ship and disappeared within the clouds of mist and smoke.