LESS FUCKIN GET IT BITHCES!
In case you troglodytes couldn't tell, this is indeed chapter 9 of A Restrictive Game. I dunno, with how often some people miss really obvious shit, I wouldn't put it past one of you to think this was a chapter of Soul Games or something. Remember Soul Games? Good times. For those of you wondering, I haven't abandoned it. I'm just having trouble writing it atm. Character interactions aren't my strong suit tbh, and I'm really going heavy on that in Soul Games.
I think this chapter came out pretty good. I don't have a beta, so I probably fucked up really hard somewhere. I didn't leave any scene synopsis' in this time. I think.
Whatever, you losers don't care about any of that, you just wanna read a shitty Game Of Thrones "Reincarnated Gamer" fic that's only the best by default because it's the biggest one that hasn't been abandoned.
Yet
(Maegor's Holdfast; Great Hall, 298 AC)
"That was one hell of a showing, beating the Hound like that, but what else should I have expected from the man that tamed the Mountain Clansmen of the Vale, eh?!" Robert Baratheon drunkenly exclaimed with a loud laugh.
Bobby B was truly larger than life, and that isn't even a fat joke… Well, not entirely at least. Even drunk he can command the attention of every person in the room with ease, which is probably how he won so many lords over to his side during the Rebellion beyond brute force.
"Come now your Grace," I began, "Surely my feats in the Mountains of the Moon pale in comparison to the Greyjoy rebellion, or even your rebellion. I'm sure you have some war stories of your own to share."
"Aye, that I do, but the dining hall is no place for such tales, you know what I mean, Lyon? HAHAHA!" The King bellowed.
The head table was expanded to include the Stark's, myself, and uncle Lucas, who gave his two cents every now and then, but mostly remained quiet, which was odd for him. Perhaps he's nervous around the king? Most people would be after all.
"Never thought I'd see you acting so responsibly, Robert." Eddard Stark teased his long time friend, to the queen's displeasure.
"And I never thought I'd see you question your King." Robert bit back with a dangerous edge to his voice, which made most of the table nervous before the two friends began laughing, Robert loud enough to echo through the already loud great hall, and Eddard, a soft chuckle.
"We've had our fair share of skirmishes with those Mountain Clansmen before, you know? Isn't that right, Ned?" Robert asked his hand, who confirmed with a nod.
"Right. They're a tough bunch. Almost as stubborn as a Stark, that lot. Taking them down would have been one hell of an accomplishment on its own, but you brought them over to your side." Robert praised, gesturing towards me with his goblet.
"That is a feat worthy of note. You'll go down in history, boy." Robert paused, considering something before continuing. "No, not a boy, a man." He praised.
"My thanks, your grace." I told him, not quite expecting the earnest praise I was getting.
"Bah!" Robert waived my gratitude away. "None of that 'Your grace' horse shit! You might as well be family. Call me Robert when we're alone." He ordered.
"We aren't alone, your grace." I told him with a clearly joking smile on my face.
"Hah! Everyone else is too far away to hear us, and everyone at this table? Baratheons, Starks, and you, an Arryn." He began. "You might not have Jon's name, but you have his blood, and you're more of an Arryn than the man's own son." If only he knew.
"Bless the poor lad's heart, but I've no idea where he got his poor constitution from. Perhaps it's the air in King's Landing?" Robert guessed.
"You on the other hand, Jon would be proud of you. Hell, he was proud of you before he passed." Robert told me.
"Is taming a bunch of savages really a praiseworthy feat for a lord?" Cersei asked, engaging in the conversation for the first time tonight.
She was every bit as beautiful as she was in the show, more so given the younger look on her. Cersei seemed to be a mix of her book and show counterparts, with Lena Headey's distinctive looks, and Book Cersei's flawless skin, shining golden hair and voluptuous body. I have no clue how Robert could even stay out of his wife's bed, let alone ignore her in favor of any other woman that crosses his path.
Even the look of barely hidden disdain on her face was making my blood run hot.
"When those savages know the mountains better than anyone else? You'd better believe that tracking them down and beating them at their own game is praise-worthy." Robert began to explain. Cersei, for her part, listened with rapt attention, prioritizing her desire to be included in talks such as these over her disdain for her husband.
"The Mountain Clansmen are a crafty bunch, they know how to use the land to their advantage, and will strike when you least expect it no matter how well prepared you may think you are. It's how they've lasted for so long, at least before Lyon here proved too much for them to handle, eh?" Robert nodded at me, finished with his Ted Talk.
His little lesson gave me some ideas though. Guerilla Warfare might be frowned upon in Westeros, but I really don't give a shit. If I can make an effective strike force out of the Mountain Clansmen, then whatever enemies I face will be easy pickings once it's time to fight an actual pitched battle.
"Uhm, Ser Lyon?" Arya asked from the other side of the table, where she was seated next to Myrcella and Tommen.
"Yes, Lady Arya?" I responded, and she bristled for a split second when I called her a lady before letting it go.
"Is it true you can make Valyrian steel?" She questioned, drawing the attention of the entire table, including Joffrey, who had been ignoring everyone else until now.
"Well, it's not Valyrian steel. I have no clue how the Valyrians made theirs, but it's just as good." I answered, drawing a scoff from Joffrey.
"If you can't make Valyrian Steel, then how do you know your steel is just as good?" He asked, a derisive laugh leaving him.
"Well, your grace, House Corbray owns a Valyrian Steel sword; Lady Forlorn. Perhaps you've heard of it?" I told him, letting his mockery slide off of me like water off of a raincoat, taking the wind out of his sails.
"The two metals are nearly indistinguishable from each other at first glance. In fact, I dare say I've even improved the process." I bragged to everyone listening, silently telling them that I know damn well that my weapons are better than theirs.
It was a power move if there ever was one. Castle-forged steel alone was worth its weight in silver, oftentimes being the difference between life and death for many a knight, or lord on the battlefield, and that was just when it was made into weaponry.
I've already displayed an entire spell-forged armor set that hasn't even been dented, even when faced with the might of the Hound, a man that could joust the Mountain that Rides to a standstill.
After we had all eaten, the tables were moved back a bit and the attendees of the feast began to dance to the songs the bards were playing.
Elinor came straight to me, and I entertained her with a dance while we talked about the joust. Alla came after her once the first song ended, and we chatted about a whole bunch of nothing. It was nice to just talk about whatever came to mind with someone.
Margaery herself even graced me with a dance, where we had a… Nice conversation about our homes. Honestly, it really was a fun talk, but I was too caught up in trying to figure out her angle to enjoy it.
I was surprised when an olive-skinned MILF sauntered her way over to me and asked for a dance. She introduced herself as Taena Merryweather, and the look in her eyes told me that her vows to her husband wouldn't matter to her tonight.
Her husband had already gone to bed, the fool had left his extremely fuckable wife alone with a bunch of horny lords. The woman was sex on legs, as tall and beautiful as Cersei, with a much bigger ass and larger breasts.
Her lips were ripe, and bright red, while her hair was a thick black mane that made it look as though she just came out of bed, yet also spent over an hour in front of a mirror to make sure it was perfect.
She pressed up against me while we danced, grinding her soft, supple body against my own while we were thankfully concealed by the wall of men and women who were also dancing, albeit far more conservatively than the two of us.
I wanted more of her, and when our little dance was over, she came close to me, and whispered in my ear "You can do whatever you want to me tonight." Before asking where I was staying and walking away after I told her.
Alla and Elinor tag teamed me after that, no doubt seeing it as necessary after the MILF that was Taena of Myr entered the competition.
And so, we danced some more, the two Tyrell's doing their absolute best to ensnare a perfect match for themselves, blatantly rubbing themselves against me whenever they could, but compared to an expert seductress like Taena? They were amateurs.
After being told to call upon them if I ever needed anything, and they stressed the word 'anything', the two Tyrell cousins that could pass as twins left.
Soon, the night came to a close, lords that came without their wives, 'discreetly' took a disguised whore to bed, or a particularly attractive servant if they were lucky.
I for one, had a choice to make; Do I go pluck the twin Roses, or do I melt into the embrace of the mature beauty of Longtable?
In the end, Taena won out, her seduction enticing me far more than the Tyrell twins did.
Smiling and nodding at her, she got the meaning behind it, and began following me a few seconds after I left the great hall. We maintained a respectable distance, in case one of us was seen, and soon enough, I was back at my temporary apartment. Lucas went out to 'sample' the women of King's Landing, so I wouldn't be seeing him until tomorrow afternoon at the earliest.
Taena came in shortly after me, and I led her to my room, not a word spoken between us until we got in, where I sat on the bed.
Taena, in a bold move, sat on my lap and began kissing me all over, eventually finding my lips and claiming them.
Not one to stay idle for too long, I began unlacing her dress from behind, an act that I'm all too familiar with at this point, and as her dress fell, I beheld the sight of her big round breasts.
They weren't the size of Myranda's, in fact, no one's even come close to having breasts as big as hers, but they were still huge enough to just bury my head between, which I did with glee, licking and sucking on Taena's magnificent tits.
Taena began moaning softly at my worship of her breasts, and by the gain in REP I was getting with her, those moans were all real, which boosted my already swollen ego even further.
After I had my fill, I got up, Taena coming up with me, and I gently pushed her into a kneeling position on the floor before unbuttoning my pants.
Taene got the message, and she immediately laid her hands on her lap, closed her eyes and stuck her tongue out lewdly, moving it side to side as if begging for me to shove my cock in.
Which is exactly what I did. Angling my dick so that I could penetrate her mouth, I slowly pushed it inch by inch, so as to savor the moment. Taena immediately started rubbing it with her tongue, but did nothing else, giving me full control.
Once she had taken me to the base, I held it there for a few seconds, enjoying the effort she put into pleasing me before I pulled back enough so that only the tip was still in her warm mouth.
"Suck it." I commanded, and Taena obeyed. She took me back down to the base almost immediately, moaning softly in satisfaction as she did so, as if my dick was the tastiest thing she'd ever put in her mouth.
Her mouth made lewd slurping sounds as she sucked me, and it was without a doubt, the best head I've ever gotten. No joke, I held onto her head for dear life as she sucked my soul out.
I held on for as long as I could, but before 10 minutes had even passed, I came like a rocket, spilling my seed into her mouth and she still wouldn't stop sucking me.
"Fuuuuck…" I groaned as I lost myself in her warm mouth. Once she was done swallowing my cum, she simply went still with my cock still in her mouth, looking up at me as I recovered.
Finally noticing the silent question in her eyes, I slowly pulled my dick out of her mouth, enjoying the kiss she gave it as it left, and the way she licked her lips to savor the taste of my manhood.
"How was that, my lord?" Taena asked, speaking for the first time since we left the feast.
"Amazing, but you're nowhere near done." I told her as I lay back on the bed. Taena was as quick on the uptake as ever, and climbed on top of me, ready to take my still hard member into her warm cunt.
"You're going to break me with this monster, my lord. My husband won't ever be able to pleasure me again." She moaned as she sank down slowly onto my cock. She knew exactly what to say to get a reaction out of whatever man she's with, I'll give her that.
Once she got used to having me inside of her, Taena slowly started to shake her hips back and forth, riding me like she was born to do it.
At this point, I've gone from REP into full on AFF with Taena, which meant she was completely mine.
"It's good that your husband won't be able to pleasure you." I told Taena as she rode me. "Because you won't be sleeping with him anymore. In fact, you won't be sleeping with any man at all, other than me." I ordered, and thanks to Silver Tongue and my CHA, she obeyed, nodding her head while she lost herself in my dick.
The dumb bitch thought she would be the one to esnare me? The Obedience I was rapidly gaining from her proved her folly. She thought I was just another dumb man, led by his cock right into her control, but she isn't the spider trapping the fly in a web of pleasure, I was.
"No one else can make you feel like this." I told her, flipping the both of us around so that I was the one on top. The sudden change surprised Taena, and she wasn't ready for me to start thrusting into her, moaning loudly as I did so.
"No one else can put you in your place like I can. You've been carrying the Merrhyweather name for years at this point, haven't you?" I asked, speeding up my thrusting as I did so. Taena barked out an agreement, and her obedience rose over 20 points from that alone, now sitting at 79, but I wasn't done.
"Your husband is unworthy of you, unable to do his job as a man, so you get better men to do his job for him." I taunted, taking shots at both Orton Merryweather and Taena, who was a puddle underneath me.
"That's why you came to me, isn't it? Your husband can't make the things I can. Your husband can't fuck you like I can. So you came to me instead." I accused her.
Turning her over onto her stomach, I started pounding into her from behind, taking what was mine without any regard for Taena, but I knew damn well just how effective my assault on her was.
Project Feeling (Active) LVL 22(93%): Use Magic to project emotions and feelings to other people.
Effectiveness increases with CHA.
Number of targets is equal to CHA+LV%.
Effectiveness boost: 100%
Max Number of targets: 122
I got this skill as a reward for reaching 100 CHA and immediately set out practicing with it. Merka and Trysta were my unknowing guinea pigs. I only ever used it in bed to increase the pleasure they felt, but that was enough to net me over 20 levels in the skill.
I noticed that if someone already feels something resembling what I want to project onto them, then the feeling takes hold much easier than it would otherwise.
For example, if there's even a stray thought in someone's head that I'm conventionally attractive, then I could turn that into outright lust for me. If they think I'm ugly, then tough titties, I can't do shit.
Thankfully, I'm the picture perfect definition of conventionally attractive, having been able to edit my looks before I was reincarnated.
So, I was able to stoke Taena's lust for me, and through the growing fondness she's developing for me thanks to the intense dicking I'm currently giving her, I'm slowly turning that lust into love.
This is how I'll conquer Westeros with no resistance. The coming war will leave dozens, if not hundreds of noble widows for me to ensnare, and the surviving lords will either have a good enough impression of me that I could bend their minds into supporting me as king, or they'd be outnumbered by the overwhelming support I'd have.
The wives of the men I've cuckolded will either turn them over to my side, or kill them before they could start trouble for me.
So, yes, having sex with hundreds of women, married or otherwise, is absolutely essential to my goals, you see. There's no way my plans will work if I don't use every attractive woman I come across to get my dick wet.
(Elyana Sarwyck)
Damn, there went her chance. That Essosi whore got to him first!
Elyana didn't give a rat's ass about the appointment of Eddard Stark as the Hand of the King, nor the tourney. She was here to find someone that could protect House Sarwyck from her scheming half-brother, Valarr Hill.
Her father had fallen ill two moons ago, and Elyana was the only one able to pick up the slack. Valarr, the evil bastard, began spreading rumors that her younger brother Gawen had poisoned their father, hoping to become the lord of Riverspring before their elder brother Alester decided to come home from Essos, so no one trusted him anymore.
Elyana practically raised Gawen after their mother had died, and she knew that there was no way her sweet younger brother could ever do such a thing.
Valarr, on the other hand, was exactly what she was told bastards were like growing up; Traitorous, cruel, and out to take what wasn't his. Poisoning their father? That's exactly what he'd do, and he's getting away with it.
Valarr earned his knighthood during Robert's Rebellion, leaving the Citadel back when he was still a novice to join Lord Tywin Lannister's army, no doubt seeing his chance to win glory.
He ended up earning his knighthood through means she still isn't sure of, but it was approved by Lord Tywin himself and after the war was over, their father, who sent Valarr to the Citadel himself to hide his shame, ended up acknowledging him, in an effort to raise House Sarwyck's standing after Alester shamed them by leaving to the free cities of Essos.
Valarr's renown amongst house Sarwyck's bannermen only increased during the Greyjoy rebellion, personally saving her father from a blow that would have killed him, earning him the respect of every man he fought alongside.
Valarr played the role of the un-ambitious bastard son, grateful just to have his father's acknowledgement. He had them all fooled for years, even Elyana, who longed for an older brother in her life after Alester left them.
He eventually found himself in service to the queen, and that's when Valarr began showing his true colors. A few years after that, her father was bedridden and Valarr pointed the finger at Gawen.
Valarr had also begun making advances towards Elyana, hoping to claim their ancestral home, Riverspring through her.
Incest is frowned upon in Westeros, yes, but there have been exceptions outside of the targaryens before, aunts marrying nephews, uncles marrying nieces. Hell, this wouldn't even be the first time half-siblings were married.
Exceptions that were often made for the sale of a bloodline, like the Sarwyck bloodline for instance. Alester has been gone for nearly two decades at this point, and Gawen's in hiding, having been blamed for their father's condition, despite the man himself claiming otherwise.
Valarr must have been planning this for some time.
With him being the queen's pawn, it's entirely likely that she'd arrange a betrothal between Valarr and Elyana, just to have a stronger hold over House Sarwyck.
Elyaa came to King's Landing to attach herself to someone that the Queen can't afford to upset. King Robert was immediately ruled out. House Sarwyck is a Westerlands house, and Elyana had no desire to earn the ire of Tywin Lannister.
She had no desire to sleep with him either. He may have been pleasing to the eye once upon a time, but those days were long behind the rotund royal.
So, Elyana set her sights on another man, one who would be able to protect her from her brother, while also fitting her… particular tastes.
Lyon Corbray, next lord of Heart's Home, and the man who brought spell-forging back into the world. The King immediately took a shine to him, so Queen Cersei wouldn't dare make a move against her should she win his affection.
He's a fair bit younger than she was. Elyana was nearly 30 namedays old, nearly twice his age, but she knew she was desirable. She wasn't the most elegant child, but her days playing out in the sun as a youth gave her skin a nice tan that many men found enticing, and her body was still slim thanks to her active lifestyle managing House Sarwyck's affairs.
If the way he looked at Lord Merryweather's wife was any indication, Lyon quite fancied women with skin like theirs. Elyana isn't quite olive-skinned like "Lady" Taena, but it's clear that she's spent time under the sun.
Hopefully that'll be enough to earn Lyon Corbray's attention, otherwise Valarr might end up getting what he wanted, Elyana, and through her, Riverspring.
Elyana had to wonder though, what did Lord Merryweather think his wife was doing at the moment?
-A Restrictive Game-
"Tell me, what does your husband think you're doing right now?" I asked Taena as I poured out some wine for the both of us.
Not hearing a response from her, I take a look only to find Taena near catatonic, on her back with her legs spread, my seed leaking out of her.
Seeing something like that used to make me feel something. I was never the type to have casual sex, too caught up in the idea of intimacy meaning something, but now I can't find it in me to feel the same way.
At this point, it's almost a job to me.
Every relationship I had in my past life meant something to me. I felt something for every woman I'd ever been with. Now? All I feel is the need to tell this bitch to get out of my bed.
"My lord~" Taena moaned, finally coming to her senses. "I gave my husband something a bit stronger than he's used to. He'll be out until the afternoon at least, plenty of time for us to make love." She punctuated her statement by spreading her lower lips with two fingers, inviting me in for another go.
You know what? It might be a job to me, but it's one I can't get enough of.
END Check [50/50]
I rested just enough to go one more time, and now's the time to make it count.
Setting the glasses of wine I poured aside, I went back to Taena, penetrating her in a single go, eliciting a loud moan from the married woman.
Just like that, all of my concerns melted away.
-A Restrictive Game-
"What's the difference between the weapons you make and Valyrian Steel?" Arya asked one night after I won the Archery.
I had won the melee the day before. It was more challenging this time, having started on horseback, and Thoros of Myr nearly got me with that flaming sword trick of his, but with a quick application of Project Feeling to calm my horse, I was able to take him down, earning me the victory and the winner's purse of twenty-thousand Gold Dragon's.
"I've no clue." I responded. "I have no idea how the Valyrians made their steel, but they aren't exactly the same. My methods can be used with other metals like Bronze, and still yield weapons on par with their steel counterparts."
That's the story I came up with, anyway. I know exactly what the difference between the two is. Valyrian Steel is particularly effective against the undead, while my steel can have any number of effects, although they don't quite scale in power the same way the undead bonus of Valyrian Steel does.
"Make me one." Joffrey interjected.
"If you'd like a weapon my prince, then the crown will have to pay one million Gold Dragons to commission it." I politely informed the incest spawn.
"Mother!" Joffrey whined to Cersei, who gave me a sharp look I didn't like.
"Arming your prince is a privilege, lord Corbray, I don't see why we should pay you for it." Cersei challenged, raising a glass of wine to her lips, savoring the taste.
Just you wait you dumb bitch, once I take the seven kingdoms, all you'll be tasting is my dick.
"Your grace." I addressed Robert, who at this point was drunkenly fondling a servant as she attempted to refill his pitcher of wine.
"Eh?" Robert paused his molestation of the poor girl, who took the opportunity to flee. "Oh, just give the boy his sword."
"Is that an order, your grace. I am to forge a blade for the prince, free of charge?" I looked him dead in the eye, but the man just waved in my direction, telling me to get it done.
Standing from my seat abruptly, I began walking off, but not before turning to the queen.
"Rest assured, your grace." I began in a threatening tone, noticing her twin/lover Jaime place a hand on his blade.
"I will give your golden prince exactly what he deserves." I told her, staring her down before leaving. She was clearly unnerved by the display, at least to me, but refused to let it show.
"Where do you think you're going? The party's just begun!" Robert demanded to know.
"To make the prince a sword." I informed him as I walked off.
The little cunt wants a sword? Fine, I'll make him a sword.
(Three Days Later)
What the hell am I doing here? Oh, right. It's too early for Taena and I to sneak around together, and Meriel Edgerton was with some of the other Crownlands ladies, doing whatever the hell it is they like to do, which sucks for me, because I need to get my dick wet.
Thankfully, Robert extended an invitation to his favorite Whorehouses on the crown's coin to apologize for his poor handling of the sword situation.
Of course, he could have offered to pay me for the damn thing, or better yet, cancel it altogether, but that would make his brother-fucking wife angry, so that was a no-no.
The mockingbird sigil on the outside of the establishment was making fun of me…
Fuck it, in for a penny, in for a pound, and I really need to pound something.
(Armeca)
"Well, you three think about the offer I made you. I'll likely be back here tomorrow, so don't take any clients until then. I like my women fresh, after all." her new lord commanded her as he dressed himself.
Armeca didn't know what it was, but everything Lord Corbray said just made sense. Why shouldn't she become a madame at a brothel under house Corbray? All she'd have to do was take a ship to Gulltown, easily done, especially with the generous payment her lord gave her.
She wouldn't have to suffer the company of inadequate men that like to beat working girls like her when they can't get it up, in fact, she'd be in a position to prevent such things from happening to the girls working under her.
Hell, she could stop men from impregnating her girls and leaving them to dry, like the King had done to poor Mhaegan.
Although… Given the 'fucked stupid' look on Mhaegan's face, the girl didn't seem to care about the King anymore.
It's a complete departure from her earlier attitude of not even wanting to fuck another man, but once Lord Corbray told her that the King himself had suggested her, something seemed to die in the poor girl.
It was quickly brought back to life by Lord Corbray's touch, and the young mother was hooked on the man, as was Kayla, the smug cunt, always going on and on about how she was one of the four women in the world that can perform a Meereenese Knot.
If he was just some noble that knew how to fuck well, then Armeca wouldn't even consider his offer. She had a good enough life here in Lord Baelish's brothel, but something deep inside of her told her to trust the young lord, and then something even deeper inside of her made her fall for the young lord.
Armeca knew she wouldn't be able to live with herself if she didn't take him up on his offer.
It seemed Lord Baelish would have to find replacements for the three of them soon enough.
"Armeca, be a dear and let the other two know what I said when they wake up, will you?" Her lord asked of her.
"Of course, my lord." She wouldn't normally speak during a session with a client, since she presented herself as a foreign whore that didn't know the common tongue, but lord Lyon found her out quickly enough, and even praised her for her creativity.
All of a sudden, the beating of hooves was heard from outside, and after taking a single look out the window, her lord left the room as fast as he could.
Strange, but he must have had a reason for it.
(Lyon)
Shit! Today was the day Jaime Lannister attacked Lord Stark? How the hell did I not hear about Catelyn Stark capturing Tyrion Lannister?!
Never mind, I know exactly how… I was too busy being salty over the sword thing to pay attention to anything else. Fuck me.
I'm glad I had the sense to bring Ravensheart and a few guards with me, but I wish I brought a gambeson at least.
I normally wouldn't give a rat's ass about a stupid ass street brawl like this, but I actually liked Lord Stark's guardsmen. Jory was cool as shit, so he gets to live for a little longer if I had anything to say about it, which I do.
"I didn't realize the tourney was still going on. Tell me, what event did I stumble upon?" I interrupted Stark and Lannister as they sized each other up.
"Shouldn't you be making the prince a sword?" Jaime asked with a mocking smile.
"Shouldn't you be guarding his grace like a good little whipping boy?" I bit back at him.
"Now, if you want to kill each other, at least have the sense to challenge one another to a duel before the king. If not then get the fuck on, and go about your day's." I used Project Feeling to get my point across, focusing on that little bit of fear nearly every man has before a fight.
"We'll settle this later, Stark." Jaime promised, before riding off with his men.
"That happened." I released a breath I didn't even know I was holding. It's not like I was afraid of anyone here, but if a fight broke out, I'd pretty much have to get involved, and no matter who's side I chose, shit would get difficult for me afterward.
Honestly, getting involved at all was probably a mistake, but I can't ignore it when people I actually like are in danger. It's why I don't like to get involved with too many people to begin with, it's easier to ignore their troubles that way.
I can't solve all of the world's problems, but I don't think I'd be able to forget ignoring people that I could easily help. It's why I requested Mhaegan today. If I can convince her to leave for the Vale as soon as possible, then her child, Barra won't be killed by the city watch.
Does this mean I'm going to save every one of Robert's bastards? Fuck no, but I was in a position to easily save a baby's life, so I went for it.
I fucked the girl's mother into a coma, so it's the least I could do, really.
"You have my thanks, Lord Lyon." Eddard walked over to me.
"Think nothing of it." I waved him off. "Although, I have to ask, what exactly are you doing at a brothel, Lord Stark?"
"Checking in on an important matter on behalf of the crown." Stark deflected.
"Ah, young Barra, I presume." The surprise on Eddard's face was pretty funny.
"No need to look so surprised, His grace recommended the girl's mother to me, calling her one of his favorites." I began. "All it took was a single look at the girl, and I knew exactly who fathered her."
"His blood runs strong in her, same as it does in Mya, if my suspicions prove correct."
"Mya Stone?" Stark questioned.
"The very same. I'm assuming she IS the king's natural daughter?" I asked him, although I already knew the answer.
"Aye, that she is." He confirmed.
"His blood runs strong in his children. I wonder why his trueborn children don't share his looks the same way their baseborn siblings do?" I trailed off at that, seeing the gears turn even harder in Eddard's head.
"Well, I've taken up enough of your time. I've a sword to forge anyhow. I'll see you back at the keep, I suppose." I said my goodbyes as I got on my horse and started to make my way back to the Red Keep, my guards forming a perimeter around me, not that I needed it, but for appearances sake.
I also liked having goons.
-A Restrictive Game-
The past few days were spent working on Joffrey's sword, doing everything I could to fuck it up without making it obvious, and I think I did an amazing job.
Of course, with the reveal that Catelyn Stark has already abducted Tyrion Lannister and taken him to the Vale, I had to run damage control. I was after all, a Vale lord myself, for better or for worse.
I used my significant clout with the Vale lords to ensure that no action would be taken against Tyrion until I arrived at the Vale. I had to word my letter to Lysa carefully, making it seem as though I wanted to volunteer as the Champion of the Vale in the likely event that Tyrion uses his right to a trial by combat, without outright saying such.
I had also asked Lysa to keep him out of the sky cell's, so that he doesn't take the coward's way out, as a dwarf like Tyrion would be inclined to, and stand trial before the seven.
That had gone a long way in decreasing whatever enmity Jaime had for me, but he still likely wanted a piece of me.
It's not like he could do anything about it, since many had been anticipating the reveal of the royal family's new weapon. The very day I finished forging the damn thing, a huge deal was made of it, and I was told to present it before the court.
These fuckers want to make a spectacle of my hard work.
"Now presenting, Lord Lyon Corbray!" A servant announced as I walked in. The eyes of everyone in court were ravenous, as if they were trying to look through the cloth I placed over the sword.
Robert was on the throne for once, the metal monstrosity somewhere between the size of the dinky chair from the show, and the metal monstrosity from the books. The queen and her children were to his left, while Lord Stark stood to his right.
Sansa and Arya were with Jory, close enough to Eddard for him to keep an eye on them, but far enough to remain proper for an official occasion such as this.
"Your grace." I bowed. "As you have requested, I have made the prince a sword." I layed the cloth covered blade on the table I asked for before the unveiling ceremony began.
"Of course, making a blade that would suit the royal family's… Refined taste proved to be a difficult task." I droned on, taking pleasure in the slight discomfort my passive aggressive tone caused.
Was it petty and immature? Hell yes, but that dumb bitch and her incest spawn son strong armed me into making them a sword, so I think I'm well within my right to act a bity pissy over it.
"All things considered, I think I made something that would fit his grace, Prince Joffrey's taste." At that, I ripped the cloth off, unveiling Joffrey's new blade.
Un-named Spellforged "Shit Sword": At first glance, the beautiful sword and its golden blade appear to be a weapon fit for a king, but upon closer inspection, the arming sword is too heavy by half for its size, and appears to be meant as an insult. Of course, the blade is close enough to a proper weapon that such a claim would be considered incredibly rude. The weapon can barely be called a "spellforged" sword, bearing the weakest of enhancements. Truly, this sword was crafted with nothing but loathing towards its recipient.
75 + 1.1x(STR+DEX)
MP: 0/5000
Effects:
Rust Resistance
Break Resistance
Bypasses 25% of all resistances
Blade never dulls or degrades
Increase the stats of its creator by 5%
Reduces the stats of all wielders other than its creator by 10%
Makes all wielders other than its creator prone to crying when they scream
My greatest work yet. The blade looks golden at first glance, but actually looks closer to Fools Gold than anything else. The actual blade portion of the sword was short, barely longer than the blade of a particularly large dagger, and the crossguard up to the pommel were far longer than they should be, making it unwieldy to most. The overall length of the weapon was enough to class it as an arming sword.
The grip was covered in red leather, much like my own blade, except duller. The pommel featured a toothless lion's head on one side, and a stag's head on the other.
The entire thing was covered in rubies and diamonds, per Joffrey's request. The little shit had been pestering me over the shit he wanted me to add to his sword. Now, I love me some ornamentation, but the shit he asked me to put on the sword was just gaudy.
As shitty as I made it, the sword is still better than anything these fucks had ever seen, and I have plans should anyone with a particularly keen eye call me out on my bullshit.
"Well, your grace?" I invited Joffrey to take his sword, which he did after getting Robert's approval. Robert seemed to notice that something was off about the sword, but couldn't quite put his finger on it.
Joffrey came down to take his blade, but wasn't prepared for just how strangely balanced it was. He gave a few swings of his new sword with a vicious smile on his face, as if he were imagining cutting off the heads of whatever enemies he might face.
"It's fantastic! You have my thanks, Lord Corbray." Joffrey expressed his gratitude, still somehow managing to look down on everyone around him as he did so.
"Your grace, if I may?" Jaime interjected. I guess if anyone was going to point it out, it would be him.
"Speak, Lannister." Robert nearly growled.
"Is it just me, or is something off with that sword?" Jaime questioned. Robert for his part, simply leaned forward.
"Get to the point, Ser Jaime." Robert commanded, now in King mode.
"I believe Lord Corbray purposely crafted a faulty weapon for Prince Joffrey." Jaime accused, causing a stir in the crowd.
And now I get to drop my dick on everyone.
"That is a serious accusation, Ser Jaime." I warned, but I knew where this would go.
"I wouldn't make it if there were no reason to, Lord Corbray." Oh yeah, he's salty as hell because I interfered with his confrontation with Lord Stark. At this point, he'd have already run off to join Tywin's army, but since he had no reason to flee the capital, he's still in King's Landing, fucking around as a glorified meat shield for the fat fuck currently on the throne.
No character development for you, you blond fuck.
"Very well, Ser Jaime. Pray tell, what is it exactly about the prince's blade that you find unsatisfactory?" I asked, as if there wasn't an entire list of things he could mention that were wrong with it.
"May I, your grace?" Jaime requested of Joffrey, gesturing towards the sword in the boy's hands.
Joffrey merely nodded, confused, and partly outraged, although he didn't seem to know who his anger should be directed towards. Should he be angry at Jaime, for interrupting his big moment, or me, for possibly giving him a defective weapon?
Taking the weapon into his hands, and giving it a few test swings, Jaime pointed it in my direction.
"The balance is horrible, and the blade is unnecessarily thick." Jaime stated. "Not only that, but the blade is far heavier than it should be."
"I find it to be rather light, Ser Jaime." I quipped with an easygoing smile. They won't get an ounce of unease from me. Doing so might as well be an admission of guilt.
"But! I see that you're set on your accusations." I began, to Jaime's confusion. "So I propose we settle this with a duel." And that got everyone in a tizzy.
Despite my budding reputation as a great warrior, thanks to my decisive victory in all three events, I was still a young, mostly unproven lord, challenging Jaime fucking Lannister to a duel.
"I will be using the weapon I painstakingly created for his grace, the same one you've just insulted. In turn, you may use Ravensheart, my personal blade." I unstrapped the sheathed blade from my side, tossing it over to Jaime, who caught it with ease.
"Of course, I would ask his grace to consent to this duel." I nodded over to Robert, allowing him to take control of the shitstorm rapidly forming in his court.
"It is well within your right to demand a duel over such an insult, Lord Corbray." Robert began, actually looking like a king for once, instead of a drunken lout.
"The duel will be fought to either first blood, or yield, and should Lord Corbray prove victorious, Ser Jaime's charges will be dropped, and Lord Corbray may request one thing of the crown, so long as it can be reasonably given." Eh, it's not like they have anything I want, other than Cersei and the throne, but I can't just ask for those things, now can I?
"Should Ser Jaime prove victorious, the crown will repossess Lord Corbray's blade, Ravensheart, along with the sword he's already forged for the royal family." Huh, I have to give it to Bobby B, he's put himself in a pretty good position.
No matter the outcome, the Baratheon's get at least one spell-forged weapon.
-A Restrictive Game-
Jaime was already wearing his armor, but I had to get mine from my room, or rather, I had a servant do it for me, because fuck that noise.
Our respective armor sets contrasted nicely, if I do say so myself. Jaime looked the part of a noble defender of the crown, resplendent in his white accented plate armor and cape, his helm protecting him while also showing his face to the crowd.
I was decked out in smoky grey armor, a closed helm that betrayed no emotion covering my face. If Jaime were the hero defending the royal family, then I was the villain, here to swindle them out of their hard earned coin.
Not that anyone else knew that I didn't pay them, of course. More than once, I had been congratulated for selling a blade to the royal family.
The sword I made for Joffrey was pretty shit by my standards, but it was still an excellently made weapon. Sturdy as hell, and sharp to boot, the only issue was the weight and balance, but my One-Handed Sword skill was cheaty as hell, just like most of my other abilities, now that I think about it.
So long as the weapon is a sword that can be used with a single hand, things like balance, and weight suddenly don't matter. It's why I can do dumb shit like dual wield longswords.
Seriously, what's with all the exploits, Marcy? Not that I mind, but I'd appreciate a heads up if things weren't meant to be that way, and all my cool tricks are about to get patched out, you know?
At this point, the only thing I'm limiting is your personal firepower, everything else is fair game, sir.
Is that right? Well, you won't hear me complain about having bullshit powers.
"This is a wonderfully crafted sword, Lord Corbray. I'm sure Prince Joffrey will love it." Jaime snarked, drawing Ravensheart from its sheath. The table I had placed in the middle of the great hall had been moved, and the attendees had moved back a few paces, to avoid the fight.
"I'm sure he would." I agreed. "Unfortunately, he'll have to settle for one Spellforged sword."
With that, I drew my blade, and charged at Jaime, jumping at him with a stab that he expertly parried, before attempting to land a blow on my exposed back. Expecting some form of retaliation, I used the momentum I still had to roll out of the way.
Jaime has the reach advantage, being taller than I am, having not yet reached my full height, and with Ravensheart, the sword in question being a longsword, while my current weapon was an arming sword that was a full 15cm shorter at least.
That's not even mentioning the fact that the actual blade was smaller than the blade you'd see on the average knightly sword.
Still, I knew I could take him down.
Jaime Lannister
LVL - 22
HP - 200
SP - 250
MP - 19 (Locked)
STR - 20
DEX - 28
END - 22
CON- 20
INT - 19
WIS - 17
CHA - 27
I should really use Observe on more people.
Back to the fight, Jaime decided to push his advantage, which was his second mistake. The first was opening his mouth to begin with.
He was good, I'll give him that. He held Ravensheart over his shoulder in a way that I couldn't easily predict the exact angle he'd strike from. It was a textbook stance, but a well executed one.
He ended up swiping low, aiming at my left side, which I stepped back to dodge, and turned Ravensheart back for a swing toward my right shoulder that I parried by bringing my sword down, and then going in for another stab towards his chest that he barely got away from.
I decided to enter the Full Iron Gate stance, blade held in both hands, the point aiming at the ground. Instead of going on the offensive, I'd let Jaime do my work for me.
The aggressive fighter that he is, Jaime came at me, swinging at my left shoulder. I once again parried, moving close enough where I could grab his right hand, pulling him forward, and breaking his stance.
I forced him to let go of Ravensheart, taking my sword back from him, and aiming both blades at his neck.
"Yield." I commanded. As easy as I made it look, I had never faced a swordsman as skilled as Jaime before. I was one move away from losing it all. Hell, I expected Jaime to be too slow to react to my initial stab.
I fully expected this duel to be over in a single move, but Jaime was too good to be done in like that. I think that's the first time something hadn't gone the way I expected, or at least wanted it to since I reincarnated.
Hopefully that doesn't become a trend.
"Lord Lyon Corbray has defeated Ser Jaime, and may now make one request of the Crown, within reason that must be obliged." Robert announced after a moment of disbelief.
All things considered, he seemed pretty happy. He got to watch a good fight, and he saw Jaime get taken down a peg.
"Before that, I feel as though I owe you an explanation for the appearance of the prince's new blade." And that would have gotten everyone's attention if they weren't already focused on the events unfolding before them.
"You see, I believe in giving my clients what they ask for, and his grace, the prince asked for me to 'hurry it along', as it were, every single day." I revealed.
"Given time, the blade could have looked a bit more like what Ser Jaime was expecting, but alas, it wasn't to be. Still, I think I've proven that looks can be deceiving. Prince Joffrey's new sword performed perfectly against Ravensheart, my personal weapon.
All in all, the crown got their coin's worth, wouldn't you say, your grace?" I finished, unable to keep the smug off of my face.
"We didn't pay you, we commanded you to make a sword." Joffrey spoke, visibly upset over not getting two swords for the price of none.
I didn't even have to look back to know how the lords and ladies in attendance today reacted to that. Robert and Cersei's faces said it all.
Now, everyone will know that the crown strong-armed the blessed lord Lyon Corbray into making a weapon with his seven-granted gifts for the prince, and they still weren't satisfied even after he presented it to them.
It's not like I predicted any of this, but once I saw the way things were going, I knew I had to slip in that line about 'the crown getting their coin's worth', just to see if someone would take the bait.
Joffrey didn't disappoint.
"Ah, silly me." I chuckled. "Then it seems the crown got far more than they paid for, one million Gold Dragon's worth in fact."
"Indeed." Robert growled out. Strangely enough, he seems more upset with Joffrey than he does with me.
Eh, he'll get over it.
Robert's rage aside, what do I want from the royal family?
K, so that happened. Big thanks to some assholes on Discord for some pretty dope suggestions.
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Yeah bitch, I'm double dipping. What of it?
I'm not entirely sure how to feel about this chapter, but it is what it is. After chapter 10, the King's Landing arc will be over, so there's that at least. I wanted to show the entire tournament at first, but we already had a tournament arc in the Vale, and I really didn't feel like re-treading old ground by covering another one. You guys got the joust, and that's all you were ever going to get.
As always, there's probably something I'm forgetting to mention, but only three of you read these anyway, so it's whatever.
~Get Creamed On~