Alright so the chapter was finished and I did enjoy writing it. It goes a bit deeper into the relationships with the Tyrells and plans that are still being laid out. I don't own anything and feel free to review.
Odin lightly tapped on the alley wall and gazed at the corpse in the alley. He looked to the side and said lightly, "This is the third body this week. Something is targeting us".
Alexander crouched down next to the body and asked, "You see the marks"? The marks were littered all over the body and were written in sloppy writing.
Odin sighed and commanded, "Burn the body. We can't have people know that someone is targeting us". He then stood up and left Alexander to finish the rest of the work. It looked like he would be making the rounds at night from now on. He strode out of the alley and sighed as he realized he had to meet up with Margery. He briefly rubbed the front of his chest and the scars that littered them.
He slowly walked up the road towards the castle and the guards moved. He nodded towards them and they nodded back. Odin took his time as he watched one of the students struggling with plates. He quickly moved to help her and she turned and was about to thank him when she saw who it was. The words died in her mouth.
Odin remained neutral and said, "Let me help you with that".
The servant girl started to shake her head repeated;y, "No. I could never ask a lord to do something like this. I…". Raven just ignored her and started to head towards the kitchen as he pushed up the sleeves of his shirt.
She continued to try to say multiple different things that would get him to stop, but he just ignored it. The thing with servants was that they made up more than sixty percent of the castle. They also liked to talk. Raven walked into the kitchen and dumped the silverware into the kitchen. He saw the head chef and older woman.
He said, "I hope there is something good for dinner tonight Rey". The now identified Rey grinned at him and lightly swatted him with her wooden spoon.
She said, "You'll eat what you get". The younger servant looked appalled at her teacher. It wasn't every day you saw one of the common folk talk down to a Lord, but Odin just seemed to grin at her.
He gave her a quick grin and said, "I suppose I will just have to look forward to what you deliver".
He then turned away from them and said, "Forgive me, but I must be going. My wife wants to go on a walk in the garden and I do not want to keep her waiting any longer". He then opened the door and left with a passing wave.
The young servant girl sent her small wave hesitant, but it was there. The head chef looked at the girl and said, "Be careful with that one Rose. He could slit your throat just as easily as help you with chores. It all depends on the day".
Rose looked at her and said, "He can not be that terrible. He helped me with the dishes even if it was out of his way".
Rey sighed and patted her head. She said, "You have much to learn little girl. People do nice things for all the wrong reasons. He is still better than most of the Lords around here, but be careful, please. I grew up in those streets our new Lord came from. They do not build good men in them". Rose nodded her head somewhat confused and Rey accepted it.
It didn't take Raven long to reach their room. He gently pushed it open and was greeted by Margery waiting for him. She was in a green dress that did nothing to hide her curvaceous body. She stated, "Don't you know that it is impolite to keep a lady waiting".
He looked at her and said, "Work came up". She nodded her head. It was an excuse he had used more than once since they had their wedding and she didn't doubt it would continue to be used. He quickly pulled off his lightly sweaty shirt and Margery happily drank in the view. Her husband may not have been the best at communicating or talking in general. He was a cold person, but he certainly had a nice body. She walked over to him and picked up one of the shirts he was given by the family. It was a dark purple that worked well with his eyes. She slid the shirt onto him and approached him from the front. The two were only a few inches apart and she could hear his even breathing on her neck.
She asked, "Have I ever told you that you look quite dashing in purple"?
He raised an eyebrow and said, "I do not think you have ever given me a compliment Margery". And there it was that same sharp tone. The two had been stepping lightly around each other. Olenna had ordered Margery to tame her husband and he seemed content not to let that happen. She doubted anyone would truly be able to. She continued to work on the buttons.
Raven looked at her and sighed as she put on another fake smile. The rats on the street had a better fake smile than her. Soon the two had finished and were walking in the gardens. They were certainly beautiful as Margery had her arm hooked in his. They had to keep up the image after all.
Margery seemed to lose herself in the flowers. She had bent over and picked one of the roses. Raven looked towards the guards and he motioned for them to leave. They seemed hesitant, but they couldn't ignore his directions. A slight glare and the three guards had left the garden. Raven sighed as he sat down and watched her. For the first time since they were married, he saw a real smile. She had let go of her plans and simply enjoyed the flowers. It was pleasant. She eventually made it over to him and that same fake smile appeared.
She handed him a rose and said, "For you my dear". He gave her a sharp grin and said, "I had thought that the husband was supposed to get flowers for his wife".
She shrugged her shoulders and said, "I doubt you would have given me one".
He scanned her up and down and said, "I do not know which one is your favorite".
Margery's smile fell as she stated, "It is the Rose of course". Raven just rolled his eyes at the response. The two sat there in silence as Raven pulled a book from the Tyrell Library. It was a good read. He had asked about it to the scholar that ran the library and he had told him that a man from Yi Ti had come here and sold off books to the library. They were bought relatively cheap and from what Raven could tell no one had checked them out. He had happily taken every one of them. In total it was five books. One on warfare, two on agriculture, one on Architecture, and the last was on how to rule. They were small treasures. Raven was currently skimming through the Art of War.
He glanced up from his book and asked, "Has anyone ever taught you how to fight"?
Margery looked at him questioningly. She hesitantly shook her head and Raven sighed. He put the book back in his bag and stood up. He quickly pulled out a knife and handed it to her. She looked at him questioningly. He said, "I won't have a wife that can't defend herself. If a person puts their hands on you I want you to stomp on his foot and slice his throat". Margery reeled back after that and Raven nodded his head in absolute. He flipped the knife and caught it at the edge.
She asked, "Why are you not cutting your hand"?
Raven waved it off and said, "Blades only cut when they are pulled or pushed against the skin. If you hold a blade like this nothing will happen". Margery nodded at the explanation and Raven approached her from behind as she tested the blade sloppily.
He moved his arms around her and said, "You need to be fluid with it. A sword has a longer reach so the goal is to get in close".
Margery let his strong arms guide her. She asked, "Why a knife? Why not a sword".
Odin leaned next to her ear and whispered, "A knife is something that can be hidden in your boot, your dress, or even one of your ornate jewels. A knife is something that can be used anywhere and at anytime. If someone pulls a sword on you, you will be dead before you can pull your own, but a knife is quick and brutal. It does not give you that small distance away from your dead enemy. No, a knife makes you understand what you did and why you did it". Margery sucked in her breath as he finished telling her and had moved the knife towards his throat. All she needed to do was make a small cut and he would die. Her hands shook slightly and he looked at her equally contemplating. Like he had wanted her to do it.
Odin looked at her and said, "I want you to learn how to use a knife so when someone tries to take your head you'll kill 'em good". Even his usually sophisticated language had warped and changed back to street slang. This wasn't the Raven that had become a Lord. It was the Crime Lord and Margery continued to slightly shake. There was excitement in his eyes and ragged breath as he held the knife up to his throat. Margery looked at him and for the first time, she understood who he was. What he was. She shakily nodded and put down the knife. She then gave an excuse and exited the garden. She needed time to think away from it all. She ordered her servants to stay out of the room and locked herself in.
Raven watched as she quickly left. He sighed and his cold look resolidified over his face. It was to be expected when she saw a real part of him. You didn't stand at the top without a certain amount of ambition or you were born there. He strode out of the clearing in the garden and continued to explore it. He eventually came upon a small area where the light seemed to shine and a small pond sloshed. It wasn't long before he came upon a member of his new adopted family. It was Willas Tyrell. He was a cripple with a bad leg. He was reading a book and staring out at the city below Highgarden.
Willas turned and smiled at Raven. It was strange in general. None in general in the Tyrells liked him. To see one of them smile at him was like going into the market and not hearing a love poem. Willas asked, "Would you like to join me for a game of chess"? Raven debated the offer. He could outright deny him, but he supposed he would play nice.
Raven sat down and looked at Willas. He moved his chest piece and commented, "First time a Tyrell has asked me to do anything with them".
Willas shrugged and made his move. He responded, "It is always good to have a chance to play with someone new My brother is rather daft when it comes to strategy. My father as well. Margery and Olenna simply like to play the long game for too long. I need someone new to play against that can challenge me".
Raven moved again and said, "I had heard you were a poet and lover of the arts and stars. Not war". Willas shrugged and responded, "I had heard you were a demon that prowled the streets and if someone looked at you wrong they were frozen solid. I suppose we were both wrong in our assumptions".
Raven rolled his eyes. A fear tactic that kept many of the lower class in place, but he was a man just like the rest of them. He made another move and this one was more brash and straightforward. The thing with chess was the opponent always expected long-drawn-out plans. Sometimes it was best to be brash and confuse the opponent, but then you had to dial it back and make new plans.
Willas raised an eyebrow and just as Odin expected didn't go for the obvious play that he had opened up with. It was his downfall as he shortly lost the match after. Willas grinned and said, "I was right about you".
Odin asked, "How so"? Willas just smiled and continued to set up the game again. They traded off winning and losing.
He eventually said, "I am quite pleased that Margery married you".
Odin eyed him warily and put his first piece forward. He said, "You are the first person in your family to say that".
Willas nodded and said, "I would expect as much. Forgive my father. He simply wants the best and only the best for her. He believes that being queen is the only thing that is acceptable for his little rose. I am sure you know why Grandmother hates you".
Raven nodded and said, " 'Ve dealt with her enough to know. She has plenty of ambition for her house".
Willas laughed and said, "That is putting it lightly, but were where we. Ah yes. Now the interesting person is Margery. She hates you". He put it simply and Raven nodded. He wasn't fooled by the smiles and light laughs. There was a deep-seated grudge there.
Willas continued, "She hates you and yet sometimes she does not. Sometimes she looks at you when you explain how you think to her and all I can see is admiration. It is quite the contradiction".
Raven shrugged and said, "Doubt she will ever stop hating me".
Willas rubbed his chin and commented, "I would not be surprised if she committed an infidelity on you and my parents will keep it under lock and key".
Odin began to laugh and asked, "You don't know"?
Willas quirked an eyebrow at him. Raven finally responded, "Your dear sister has not been the little rose you all call her. Something I picked up when I was on the streets was how to read a room. You know when a person plans to kill you. They get all tense and aggravated. The person tries to hide it, but any quick motion and their gaze will flick to the weapon at their side. It is the same with a woman trying to hide she slept with another man. She constantly looks at the evidence that she cheated. That dress thrown into the corner. The positioning of the pillows on the bed. It is all there. Or even that slight smell of lavender that they lie about".
Willas began to laugh as well and said, "This is grand. I had thought you were smart before, but now I understand. Yes this will do". He then grabbed a hold of Raven's hand and began to shake it.
Raven grunted and pulled his hand back. He continued, "You did not let me finish. The servants talk plenty. They try to be kind and whisper behind my back who goes to our bed-chamber, but I am not daft. Ser Osney Kettleblack, Ser Tallad the Tall, Ser Lambert Turnberry, Prince Jalabhar Xho, Hugh Clifton, Ser Mark Mullendore, Ser Bayard Norcross, Hamish the Harper, Ser Loras Tyrell, Ser Horas Redwyne, and Ser Hobber Redwyne all were past or are still her lovers".
Willas's grin fell and he said, "For what it is worth I am sorry". That was when Raven began to laugh. It was not pain-filled, nor was it happy.
He said, "Your forgiveness is wasted. I never married Margery because I was infatuated with her".
Willas nodded and said, "Yes. That is what the family needs. A man of ambition".
Raven tilted his head and asked, "Strange. What do you want"?
Willas slumped back into his chair and sighed. He waved his hand in the air and said, "My family for all their power and strength is extremely lacking in a few places. Ambition, hunger, wit. They think the only way to get more power is through the king, but you and I both know that is not the case. I had heard plenty about you. A man is so driven by his ambition that he had conquered the underbelly of crime in the Reach. Some say you squeezed a man's eyes out of his head. Others say you burned down a cathedral all to force people to pay you rather than the seven. Some even said that you crawled out of the river half-drowned and had chunks of your body ripped off, but you continued to walk solely off the ambition to kill a man". Odin remembered the last one. It was when he had started. He had been caught making moves against some of the higher crime lords. They had nearly drowned him and had taken to cutting off pieces of his flesh. It was a gruesome experience and a good reminder that he was simply a big fish in a small pond.
Odin responded, "At the age of six I wanted to be a cook. At seven I wanted to be Aegon Targaryen the first of his name. And my ambition has been growing steadily ever since". Willas grinned.
He nodded his head and said, "That is exactly who I want to help me bring the Tyrells to the top of this great game. My family may hate you, but you are a Tyrell now and our success is your success". He stuck out his hand for Odin to shake.
He continued, "Let us work together to bring the house up to new heights".
Odin asked him quizzically, "You want to be king"? Willas grinned and shook his head.
He said, "I know how the law of succession works. They would never accept me and the Lanisters would surely fight like a caged lion the whole time".
That was when Raven finally figured out what exactly Willas wanted. He wanted stakes in the criminal empire that Raven was planning to build. He would need to be careful with Willas if he saw through so quickly. Most if not all the Tyrells thought he was done. That he had reached what he wanted. Oh no, this was just the beginning and with someone as influential as WIllas on his side, Raven had a hard time turning him down.
He spat into his hand and Willas did the same. Raven's grin grew even larger. The two shook and it looked like the Grey Kings had a benefactor in high places. That one move had made it worth it to marry Margery. Raven let out a sigh of relief. He could finally shut Alexander up for constantly prattling about how bad of an idea it was to marry her.
Odin contemplated the letter as he read it at the bedside. It was a scratched-out letter that had been written hastily. A message for help. He gently tapped the quill. If what it said was true then he would have to be careful. He began to etch down the time it would take to finish this and came up with a look of joy. He'd be able to follow through with it. He grinned as he glanced at the golden egg in his office. Oh, how kind it would be to have a dragon and explore the true depths of Westeros, but alas a dragon hadn't been seen in hundreds of years. He stretched as the flame ebbed and flowed from the candle. He may even be able to sneak into Great Sept of Baelor when he visited Old Town.
Raven could smell the salt of the Sunset sea as they had just docked at Old Town. It was relatively easy to escape the Tyrells. Raven smiled at that. Their dislike while annoying was an easy way for him to disappear from the required meetings of the Lords and Ladies. It was almost as if they were ashamed of him.
Raven looked at the city and grinned. It was nice to be back in the second-largest city in Westeros. Crime littered the street and it was one of the biggest parts of his Empire. He opened his arms to welcome the incoming city. The moon had risen and Oden had made haste with Yara following closely behind him. Oden slunk through the market avoiding many of the guard patrols. They slowly moved through the city. The deeper they went the less clean it became. Old Town had been ravished by two plagues and there was good reason for that. It was a filthy city. They eventually came to a large wooden door and Raven rapped on it. The two waited and the door swung open.
They were greeted by the sight of bright lights and men drinking cheerily. It was loud and busy. Odin felt a smile spread across his face. It had been a long time since he had been here. He walked with a swagger that stated he owned this place, which he did. This place held nothing but debauchery and scum, but it was his home. Black markets were easily the place that Odin gained the most money and he came for a reason. He slowly walked through the market as he heard people continue to call for him to check their wares. He strode past them and eventually made it to the auction house.
The man auctioning held up a chunk of solid black stone and he began to speak, "This black stone itself comes from the base of the Hightower which appears to be much older than the rest of Hightower, the stone was large, stout, square of fused black stone. Mystery surrounds its origins, as the seamless black stone is a hallmark of Valyrian architecture, but its design was plain and unadorned". The auctioneer finished his little story and Odin continued to gaze at the stone. This black stone had been the main reason he had come to Oldtown. One of his spies had sent him a message telling him someone was able to get a good portion of the stone off of the base of Hightower. He was able to sneak it out before he was executed for desecrating the ancient building. A shame for the thief that was caught, but a boon for him.
The auctioneer started and Odin raised his hand lightly. Everyone had turned and soon it became quiet. No one would dare to challenge the king of Thieves in his city. He said aloud, "I suppose any of you could try to get the stone, but I always get what I want". That seemed to shut the crowd up and no one else spoke up. He claimed his prized stone and smiled. It would make a beautiful sword. Now that one of the reasons for coming to Oldtown was accomplished Odin walked out of the auction room. He sighed in content as the stone was safely being carried by Yara.
She grunted and asked, "Did you have to buy this giant stone. It looks pretty worthless to me". That was the sad truth about this world. People would have simply hung the black rock in one of their castles or homes as nothing more than an ornament. Odin felt relieved that he could prevent this from happening to such a mysterious and beautiful sword.
He responded haphazardly, "And to think I was going to make you a pirate queen's crown".
Yara glared at him and said, "That is not something to laugh about Raven. We both know I want to be a queen".
Raven shrugged and said, "It looks like there will be a change in plans. I got a message a few days ago". Raven and Yara sat down as they watched the two contestants in the ring beat the ever-living shit out of each other. The younger boy had deep black hair and a strikingly sharp face. He delivered a crushing blow and the crow hollered in joy. Yara had even joined in and Raven watched contemplatively. The boy was relatively young, but he had taken down a man nearly twice his size. Raven contemplatively watched him.
He asked, "Yara do you know who he is"? He pointed at the boy and Yara shrugged.
She said, "His name was pretty well known. They call him Daemon Storm". Odin tapped his chin as he began to think. It seemed that he had found something else interesting here.
He ignored the fight below as he glanced around. No one dared walk into listening range lest they lose their tongue. He began to speak softly to Yara, "It seems that the men of the Summer Islands have been hit by multiple raids by pirates". He then placed the letter on the table.
Yara quirked her eyebrow and asked, "What does this have to do with me"? Raven sighed as he continued to stare down at the boy. The boy was tall and powerful, with broad shoulders, muscular arms, and a flat stomach. He had deep purple eyes and a mane of thick black hair which he wore long, flowing down to his shoulders. He was scruffy and had multiple bruises under his eyes. Grime, mud, and shit covered his face.
Raven responded, "I want you to go and help them". Yara looked rather cross with him.
She asked, "You want me to help the Kings of the Summer Islands"? Raven shook his head and said, "No, you misunderstand me".
He continued, "I want you to help the pirates". Yara grinned at him as the silence continued her grin only continued to grow. That was the thing with Yara. She didn't want to just be a captain of a ship. She wanted to be a queen. Yara wanted to rule the sea like all the other Ironborn.
Raven commanded with a hint of steel, "Do not burn the ship plans. I want them". Yara bowed her head in submission. It was clear that if she did anything of the sort Raven's actions would be swift. There was a reason why he stood at the top and making an enemy out of him would only bring pain and suffering. The fight below continued as the young boy continued to bash the heads of older men even as they continued to enter. He was a gifted fighter and it was something that many would come to envy. Raven had no doubt the boy would be dead in a few years at most. Men did not take kindly to beating so soundly.
Raven continued, "I want you to conqueror the Summer Islands and become the Pirate Queen there. When that is done start making those advanced ships and I will give you further orders. Now go get the ship ready to depart. I will be there shortly". Raven stood then and Yara nodded her head. She soon left to go get the ship ready to sail. Raven continued to stare down at the boy below. He quickly walked out of the booth and down towards the barracks. He made his way into the small area and noticed the poor conditions. He then sat down and waited. It did not take long for the boy to come back. He was on edge as he glanced at Raven.
Raven commented, "It was a good fight".
Daemon hesitantly said, "Thank you. I never expected to see a Lord down here in the pig shit".
Raven rolled his eyes and said, "You certainly are not very bright. I had come here with an offer, but I suppose I had been wrong if you think I was simply a Tyrell Lord".
Daemon reeled back and said, "I'd never accepted an offer from a stuffy Noble that does not even wipe his ass when he shits".
Raven nodded and said, "Good. You have some bite to you. I would not have wasted my time if I did not think you did. I wonder what they did to you to breed so much hate"?
Daemon sneered and didn't answer. Raven decided to continue, "You see I was a lot like you when I was younger. Of course I was not as physically gifted as you were, but that just makes it better. I came here to make an offer. I want you to be my heir".
Daemon laughed and asked, "An heir? I thought that they were only made through blood. Shouldn't you be fucking the Rose of Highgarden to produce one"?
Raven grinned and said, "I did not mean an heir to Highgarden. I want to train you into becoming the next crime lord and ruling my Empire".
Daemon hesitantly asked, "Why? Why me out of anyone"?
Raven swirled his finger lightly and said, "That is always the question. Honestly, I see potential. Someone with mentorship could be great. You did not hold back against those men and brutalized one even. It showed that you were willing to do anything to win. You used fear to make people warry to fight you. It is a shame you did not strike it in the right people".
Daemon shook his head and said, "I ain't ditching this place. I have too many debts to pay and I am winning".
Raven sighed and began to walk out of the barracks. He turned and said in parting, "It was simply an offer. I am leaving in a few hours if I do not see you there then I will know your answer". He then pushed open the doors.
Just before he left he commented, "Heres a tip from a thief to a thief. The problem with your fear tactic is that people are jealous and they always will be. It also did not help you failed to put fear in the right people. I would be careful of the bookies. They are always the worst".
Daemon looked contemplative as Lord Tyrell had left. He knew the man was of the common populace. Who did not know that? It was a stain against House Tyrell. Daemon also knew that he was the Crime Lord of the Reach. Raven was often muttered through the streets as threats to people who wanted to rise above their station. The effect was almost always the same. The people threatened would shrink and become obsolete. A terrifying man that was able to weave webs of lies and caused corruption wherever he went, but did he want that. If he took up that offer what would people say about him? Daemon sighed as he slumped into his wooden chair. This decision would change his life forever.
Raven sat on the edge of the ship as men and women moved around getting ready to set sail. He was watching the port streets with those ethereal blue eyes. He had hoped the boy would take his offer, but like always plans could change and it was the men that could adapt that survived. He glanced back at the ship and noticed the air of excitement in the air. It seemed Yara had told her crew because most were looking at him with a sense of purpose. Raven took a sip of his alcohol and continued to look out over the city.
Yara had come up next to him and said, "Still waiting on him. I doubt he'll come. He has a nice gig here".
Raven shook his head and said, "That's the difference between us Yara. I know e'll come because I could see it".
Yara looked at him questioningly and asked, "See what"?
Raven turned and grinned, "I saw that same look every time I see myself in the mirror. I saw someone that wanted more and would do anything to get it. The boy was wild in his own right. His blood surely sang with something just like mine that runs cold with ice".
Yara was quiet for a moment and eventually said, "When you g to Winterfell punch Theon in the face for me. I have heard he has grown soft".
Raven asked, "Is that necessary? I would rather not be executed for punching a future Lord".
Yara shrugged as they saw a figure approaching them. It was Daemon he looked uncertain, but he was here and that made Raven grin. It seemed he was right about him after all. A good test for the future of his business. He held up a second glass of alcohol to him and Daemon quirked an eyebrow at him.
Raven said, "Your first step in becoming a man come on Daemon, and drink with us". Daemon strode forward and drank the ale. He scowled at the taste and that got a round of laughter from the crew. It was going to be an enjoyable night.
The night had simmered on as they continued to sail back towards the ports of Highgarden. Raven watched the crew carefully and saw Yara enjoying herself with them. She had pulled a young man away towards her chambers. He sighed it looked like he was going to be sleeping on the deck tonight. Daemon was on his right and asked aloud, "Why do all this just for me"?
Raven gazed down at his heir and debated what to say. He eventually said, "They do not need a reason to get drunk and party. They are pirates at heart. Their reasoning is pillage rape and fuck. Besides, this is your first lesson".
Daemon looked at him under that thoughtful gaze and asked, "My first lesson"?
Raven nodded and said, "Ale's good proofing water. Tells you who's real and who isn't". Daemon nodded and glanced down at the ship.
He asked, "And what do they think of you"?
Raven shrugged and said, "That I'm their boss and I am the one that keeps them paid and protected. Verro and I sailed with Yara for a while and they know not to cross certain boundaries". Daemon nodded at the response and clutched his necklace close to his chest.
Raven glanced at his heir and said, "I will have to teach you how to fight with a sword and a knife when we arrive in Highgarden. The king is coming in the next week and we are going to be heading North with them. I recommend you get some sleep. I have plenty to teach you in the morn". Daemon nodded looking excited to learn the way of the sword. Raven laid out on the deck and sighed as he glanced at the stars. Sometimes he wondered if he could claim those as well. Sleep took him not long after.
Odin banged his hammer against the anvil and watched as the black stone had molded almost expertly into the steel. Odin was quick to place the bright red blade into the water and waited. He heard Daemon ask, "Why do I need to know how to make a blade, to begin with"?
Odin grunted as he didn't answer. He watched the sword and waited for it to show cracks. None showed and he finally answered, "It is best to know the weapon that you will end up taking into battle, and the best way to know that blade is crafting it yourself". He waited till the blade had dimmed and pulled it out of the fire. There in all of its glory was the sword. It shone inky black from the stone of the base of Hightower.
Daemon asked, "What will you name it"?
Odin felt a cruel smile etch onto his face. He said, "Godslayer". He then pulled out his other sword. It had been good to him and slew many a man on the field of battle. He quickly sheathed his new sword, Godslayer.
Daemon said hesitantly, "Godslayer certainly fits it. It is an angry sword". Odin nodded at that and handed the other one to Daemon. Daemon's eyes widened as he received the sword. It was a good weapon and would do Daemon well.
Odin grunted and said, "A gift for accepting your position as my heir as well as my squire". When he said the word squire his lips pursed. The Tyrells had decided to give him the title of a knight. He sneered at the thought. He'd never be one and he never wanted to be a knight.
He had cleaned up after finishing the sword and made his way back to the castle of Highgarden. It was all grand as the royal party had arrived not too long ago. Mace and Olenna had been giving him meaningless tasks to force him to avoid the royal family. Eventually, he had gotten bored and decided to tell them he was going to be making swords. They didn't bat an eye and bid him leave, but he had a goal. Odin wanted to meet the king that had caved in Rhaegar's chest. Men and women danced and chatted as they ate. It was a large feast and Odin had pickpocketed a few of the drunks. A thief's habit he supposed. He eventually made it up to the main table and saw that his wife was batting her eyelashes at the prince. She had a seat next to her that was empty. It was most likely his seat. Raven slowly approached the table and that was when a drunken Robert Baratheon saw him even as a maid rode him.
He grunted out, "Who the hell are you"?
Raven bowed and said, "I am Odin Tyrell, Margery's husband, and I ask that you forgive my lateness. I had fallen too deep in my work to notice how much time had passed". He glanced to his adopted relatives and it looked as if Mace Tyrell had swallowed a lemon. It was quite a pleasant sight.
The king simply waved him off and Raven let go of a breath. It was then the lion queen had decided to speak, "You were born of the commonwealth are you not"? It was a snipe at his heritage and he reigned in his sharp reply.
He nodded and did not respond as the queen smirked and took a sip of her wine. Raven sat next to his wife and she had a look that could not be read. The king had continued with one of his conquests, "And I rode in on my horse and bashed his head in with my war hammer. Blood and chunks of flesh rained down on the field".
Odin leaned over to Margery and whispered, "I saw it happen. He was not as fat as he is now". Margery lightly covered her face as she giggled. It was a pleasant sound.
Olenna had decided to chip in on the story, "Perhaps my king, your company should take my granddaughter to see where you slew the dragon prince". Rober looked over at Margery and Raven broke in before he could speak. He said, "Yes. That is a wonderful idea. Margery and I still need to see so much of the Seven Kingdoms. In fact, I was planning a trip to the North already".
Robert glanced over at Raven and said, "I did not think many southern Lords ever wanted to go to the North. I thought it was too cold for you skirt hiders".
Raven countered, "My mother often said my father had come from the North. I have always wanted to see snowfall". Margery tightly grabbed onto Raven's arm signaling him to stop talking.
She batted her eyes again and said, "We would both love to go North, your Grace". Raven grinned and it looked like he was going to be traveling North with the King and his company. It looked like Daemon and him were going to see the North. Raven patted Godslayer and enjoyed the rest of the feast. He continued to talk to Margery during the rest of it.
Alright, so an endnote. I hope you guys liked the chapter. A lot of this chapter is dealing with Margery and Odin's relationship. The two don't love each other which is pretty simple, but that'll continue to develop. Then there is the Blackfyre and getting the stone base of Hightower. Both will be expanded on later. The next chapter is meeting the king and maybe the Starks. Not sure about the Starks though. Feel free to review.