HoHo. So this is something new that was in my head. A Game of Thrones fanfiction with a new OC. I hope people think it's interesting. This Oc is a crime boss in Highgarden. I don't think many people have done this. I will stick primarily to Game of Thrones. I plan to use realism in sword fighting. I hope you guys liked it. Enjoy and feel free to review. I don't own anything.
Margery took a deep breath as her carriage slowly rolled up the massive hill. If Margery looked closely she could see the beautiful mazes on the Highgarden walls. She slowly rubbed her hands. Grandmother and her two brothers would have her head if they found she went to visit this place. The carriage slowly halted and a knight opened the carriage door. Margery slowly braced herself for what was to come as she slowly made her way into the building. The sound of hammering rang out through the small area. One of the men at the gate opened the door and when her knights tried to follow her in they were stopped.
Her knight spoke up and said, "We are Lady Margery's escort".
The man grunted and said, "Do I look like I care. You could have the queen at the door with a fucking escort and I wouldn't give two pisses".
The knight put his hand on his sword and said "I will not stand for this slander. I am a knight of Highgarden. Lord Tyrell will hear of this".
The other man laughed and said, "Ha you here that Tom. The Lord of Highgarden will hear of this".
Margery broke the conflict and told her escorts "It is fine. It is a simple talk. I will be back soon". The knight let go of his sword and looked appalled. Margery left them there and was guided into a blazing forge. The man was hammering a still heated sword. Margery looked around as the man continued to bang away at the sword. The men stood at the door ready to act if Margery had any ill intent for the man. His shirt was drenched in sweat and it was a pleasing view. Margery looked around and master craftsmanship swords hanging upon the wall. The man looked up and spoke in a low gravely voice "A surprising visit Lady Margery".
Margery nodded and an uncomfortable silence filled the forge. The man then cocked out his chin and finally asked "What do you want Lady Margery"?
Margery smiled her graceful smile and said "I was simply on one of my many outings from the castle and I decided to explore is that so wrong". The man then stopped what he was doing and his ice-blue eyes and emotionless face pierced through Margery's smile. The man then placed down the weapon into cold water and watched as the blade hissed. He then motioned for his men and both followed to take the sword.
He calmly walked towards the exit of the forge and said "Your Grandmother was better". Margery was quick to follow at her own pace as the two leisurely walked into the garden. Margery said, "I had heard you were a smith, but I would not have assumed you took it so seriously". The man continued to look on and ignored the comment. It seemed that there would be no small talk here. They made their way over to a hill that looked out at Highgarden and the two sat down.
It was then that he spoke "They say The Smith, depicted with his hammer, is the mender of broken things who puts the world of men to right. Septons teach to pray to the Smith for strength, and sailors might make offerings to the Smith prior to launching a ship, as to keep their ships safe. Others might pray to the Warrior for protection. Followers of the Seven can show their devotion to the Smith by wearing a small iron hammer about their neck. Do you see a hammer around my neck Lady Margery"?
Margery stared for a moment and quickly collected her thoughts. She eventually said, "I don't see how that question would pertain to me, Odin Heart ".
The now identified Odin Heart grunted and said "Good. Then I have wasted as much of your time as you have of mine. Now tell me what you want".
Margery quickly composed herself again and her face took on a blank expression that mirrored Odin's face. Margery folded her hands and said, "I have come to acquire your services. I have heard you work quite closely with my grandmother".
Odin slowly tapped his hand on the ground and thought. After the brief pause in the conversation, he spoke "My men and I can make quite the good jewelry Lady Margery".
Margery shook her head and said, "No, you know what I want and it isn't jewelry".
Odin nodded and said, "My costs are expensive".
Margery nodded and said, "I can pay any cost you need. I simply need a man to disappear".
Heart turned to the flower of Highgarden and smiled. He held out his hand and spit in it holding it out to Margery. Margery hesitated for a moment and then spit into her hand and shook. Odin gave her an approving nod and said "It seems the woman in Highgarden still rules with an iron fist. As much as I enjoy this wonderful chat what is the man's name"?
Margery graced him with a slight smile. It was strange seeing someone so close to her age running the biggest criminal empire in Highgarden. Grandmother had been right. He didn't react. That cold face remained the same. Stoic to the point it represented stone. He had a chiseled jaw and a scar running along the side of his face. It barely missed his eye and he was lucky to see with it. He was an imposing man. She spoke then "I need you to deal with Randyll Tarly".
Odin nodded and said "A high-class individual. It seems that the Game of Thrones has begone again in Highgarden. Very well now let us talk of the price".
Margery responded "Two Chests filled with Golden dragons and you will be in the good graces of the Tyrells".
Odin laughed at that and said "Girl you have no clue how meaningless that is to me. I pay the city guards of Highgarden to look the other way with that amount of money for a month. Of course, I could use money what man would refuse free money, but for this, you offer too little. This is a difficult task. I will be killing a lord and further cementing the rule of Highgarden to the Tyrells".
Margery then tilted her head and said "What do you want then? Four, five chests of Golden Dragons". Odin slowly stood and looked out over Highgarden. He slowly grabbed the scabbard at his side and turned to Margery then. The first smile that Margery had ever seen on his face. He said, "I want their Valyrian steel sword. Heartsbane I believe is what they called it".
Margery immediately shook her head and her hair flowed out in the shining sun. She frowned and said, "That is too high of a cost. I will simply have someone else deal with him and you will miss this opportunity".
Odin smiled and said "I would hope you reconsider Lady Margery. I have heard whispers of the flower being plucked in Highgarden by a Tarly. It would be a shame if you hired the other men and they failed. To think you would be considered a waste. You would be tossed to the side to some lowly house like a scrap of meat".
Margery flinched back and quickly regained her barrings. She said, "I do not know where you heard that rumor Odin Heart, but I would watch your tongue. All roses in Highgarden have thorns. You should not prick yourself on one".
Odin turned and said, "I have given you my price Margery Tyrell. I will await your offer patiently. I will also be charging a silence fee for keeping this from Oleanna. I will receive a tax on the taverns because of this".
Margery retained her smile and slowly said "You can have the sword, but there will be no whispers of this. Even the Spider can not hear of this. Do you understand Raven".
Odin released a deep breath and said "I have always hated that name. Yes, you have your deal, Lady Margery. Lord Tarley will be dead in the coming week and the man who spoke of you will also be dead. Free of charge. No more rumors about the flower of Highgarden. Now please see yourself out. I have plans to make".
Margery nodded and slowly stood up from her spot as well and watched Odin Heart the Raven of Highgarden leave. They say nothing escaped his sight. He had plans after plans. Rumors spread that he had killed William Snart and had taken all of the bars under his control. He was a rising piece in the game. A wildcard meant to mix up the Game of Thrones. His smooth raven feathered cloak sung in the wind as he departed from his spot.
A week later
There standing in a room a map laid out with the whole of Highgarden mapped out. Odin leaned on the table. He was surrounded by his brothers in all, but name. Odin looked over to a burly man. He was larger than the rest. He pointed to an alley next to a few of the inns and said "This is where you lead the Tarley men Ulfric. Kill them. No one leaves. This needs to be done quickly and quietly".
Odin then pointed at another point on the map and turned to the next man. He had long silvery hair and he had sharp green eyes. Odin said "Geralt you will be dealing with the Cull tonight. I need a ruckus for this to work. Slam a few heads. We have been too lenient. They have started to pull out bricks and squeeze through the cracks. Deal with them. Get the civilians out of the buildings and then set their whore houses a flame.
Lastly, Odin turned to a relatively younger face. He then moved his finger off the table and said "Arthur you will be paying off the city watch tonight. They need to avoid the main castle for thirty minutes no more. Randyll Tarly will be done by then and our goal will be accomplished".
Then another two voices popped up and asked "What about us boss". It was two women and Odin pointed off of the map. Odin then stared at the map for a few more seconds and then eventually said "Elaine you will be making sure the money we pilfer from the Tarly castle will be hidden in the right hands. Titania will be leading the mission to get into the safe and take as much of the gold and treasures as they can. Titania you need to ride hard to get to the castle by nightfall when the pilfering takes place. You will use the cave under the keep to get into the treasury. As quiet as a mouse in the night".
Geralt grunted and asked, "What about you Raven".
Raven smiled and said, "Why I am going to be dealing with Randyll Tarly myself. I would not be a good businessman if I did not see my business through". The men and woman around the table laughed and Raven took a sip of his ale. It had taken time, but Randyll Tarly had come to the capital of Highgarden to discuss with Mace Tyrell about taxes and food costs. It was the perfect opportunity and Raven wouldn't ignore it. He left the room and slowly collected a few knives and his sword. It had seen him through many back alley attacks. The reverse sides of the blades are inlaid with a geometric pattern, usually a braid pattern between vertical strokes. The blade was a mix of Ironborn swords and a knightly sword. It was a smooth sword that had a finely sharpened edge. It was a masterpiece.
It seemed that it would see blood again tonight. As night fell men entered taverns to get drunk and spend their hard-earned money to forget about the struggles of the day. Odin was not one of these men though. He slowly strode down the street in the darkness of the night. No one was around the cobblestone streets were empty. It was easy to understand why. Only thieves and criminals were out. It was then the smoke started to rise that the cities became alive. The plan had started to take action. Odin slipped into an alley as boots of men scuffled on the hard cobble.
Once the stomping of knights passed another set of footsteps echoed down the street and Odin slowly stepped out of the shadows. Randyll Tarly stood across from him and the scowl was clear. He said "So this was all your plan. The Raven has finally decided to strike again. I remember the years of terror you inflicted on Highgarden boy. Men were afraid to roam the street. They still are to an extent. I suppose you are coming out of retirement".
Odin didn't answer as he pulled out his sword. Randyll spit and said, "So you will kill a man with no weapon. You have no honor".
Raven's sword sang as it cut through the air and the flat side of the blade slammed into Randyll. The old man crumpled to his knees and Odin crouched low and said, "You know how it is Randyll. Honorable men die and the cruel ones live".
Randyll coughed out "I never took you for following someone's orders. To think someone was able to clip your wings".
Odin remained cold and calculating and said "Fortune drops something valuable into your lap, you don't just dump it on the bank of the cut"
Randyll tried to rush forward towards Raven and his kneck was smoothly slit. Specks of blood spattered on Odin's face and his cold eyes remained on the corpse. He then brought his sword down on Randyll's ring finger and took the ring. A sign that the contract was completed. Raven slowly walked off into the night and to his reward. He had plans to make. The Valyrian sword was only the beginning for the Grey Kings. It would be his key into Casterly rock. So yes it would be another sleepless night. It's not like he slept much after Pike anyways. That battle still haunted him. Randyll's death had only been one of the many to add to his list. He had a business to run after all.
Odin opened the door to the Sleeping Lion and the talkative air vanished almost instantly. The silence was draining and then one of the men started to cheer. It was soon followed by a torrent of cheers and congratulations. Raven was quick to take stock of the outing. A few men had met the stranger tonight and Odin was quick to mark them down in his head. He would send a small stipend to them for the men's service. He made his way to the bar and a mug of imported Winterfell's Dark Beer. It was something of an oddity in the south, but it was one of Odin's favorites. The Sleeping Lion once more became rambunctious as men and women enjoyed the feeling of being alive. Odin glanced behind him and took in the view a hooded figure entered the inn and no one paid the person much attention. They were already too deep in their cups at this point.
The hooded figure took the seat next to Raven and whispered "Is it done"?
Raven held up the ring he had chopped off of Randyll's finger. Blood covered half of the golden ring. He then spoke "Sometimes I wonder why you Tyrells do all this. Why try to deceive the public with this visage that you are all prim and proper? The image of perfection in the human form. Then I remember who I am. What I am. A commoner to you all".
Margery nodded her hooded head and said "I am glad I picked the right business partner for this venture. I will keep in touch if my family has any more business with you Raven". She then stood up and turned to leave. When a man grabbed out at her Elfin frame.
Raven didn't raise his voice, but he spoke all the same "Stop".
The whole of the inn stopped and the man stumbled back as if he was stung. When Raven spoke people followed. If he wanted something he would get it. Margery turned and bowed ever so slightly and said "Thank you. I will be leaving now, but I will stay in contact with you". Raven nodded and watched her leave with the slight sway in her hips. She was certainly the true beauty in Highgarden. He took a sip of his beer and admired the view. A small creaking warned him someone else had sat down. He heard the person say "What a pair on her. You finally taking an interest in a girl O".
Odin took another sip from his mug and then put it back on the counter. He said "A dangerous girl to go after. All roses have thorns Geralt. Did you get it done"?
Geralt grunted and said "Aye the boy is dead. Not exactly sure why they needed to kill Randyll if we were going to kill the boy as well. It was a real shame Randyll was one of the best tacticians to grace this side of Westeros".
Odin shook his head and said "It is all about the image Geralt. Randyll Tarly had surely heard the rumors of Margery Tyrell sleeping with one of his knights. He could use it to blackmail the Tyrells into less favorable deals and Oleanna would have no choice, but to agree".
Geralt shrugged and took a sip of his ale. He said, "I thought Margery came to you. Oleanna had no clue she was there".
Odin smirked and said "You are a fool if you think that. Oleanna was well aware Randyll needed to die no matter how useful he was. His son is much easier to mold and has the same attitude as his father. He will soon be married to a lesser Tyrell to strengthen their ties".
Geralt nodded and stood up. He went to go enjoy with the rest of the men. Before he left he said, "Just point me to where you need me to be swung. I will leave the planning to you".
Raven nodded and watched on as the rest of his men continued to laugh and sing. The bell had been rung and the winds of change had begun to blow. Something was coming and Raven would be prepared for what was to come.
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