As the dead body of Daenerys Targaryen fell limp in the arms of Jon Snow and Drogon proceeded to burn the iron throne, the boy stared blankly at the screen. Multiple thoughts were going through his, curses fell from his lips at how his favorite show had ended. He had seen it coming, the descent into madness by Daenerys. But not so quick that anything good she did just became dust in the wind, forgotten by all. That night after he had finished the show, he went to bed angry. He had a dream then, of this man with albino traits and a wine-colored birthmark on his neck.
"Given the chance, will you change things? In the world, you've seen just now."
"I will. How it ended, I did not like it at all. There were so many things that could have gone differently. So many things that-"
"That is enough" the albino male held up a hand. "I'm giving you that opportunity now. I act as a messenger of the Old Ones and they have tasked me with finding someone to undo the mistakes my choices have led to."
There was a hint of disgust in his tone. The boy went to ask but the man simply vanished. Pain coursed through the boy's body and suddenly he found himself flying. He saw someone that looked exactly like him sleep in his bed before suddenly he was being pulled through the air. Images flashed all around him until he was hovering over a field of smoke and ashes. He fell then, tears spilling as the smokey air stung his eyes. There was a man right under him, standing over a dead body. The boy collided against the man and both let out a shriek of pain before they both fell unconscious.
The boy woke up to people calling him King. There was an old man close to him, looking at him with relief and pride in his eyes. Jon Arryn was his name and that was when the boy found out that he was Robert Baratheon, Lord of Storm's End and the slayer of Prince Rhaegar Targaryen. The shock was the first thing to come over him and then came the pinch. He yelped at his pinch and earned himself a look from Jon. But the boy just shook his head and looked around. The dream came back to him when his eyes fell on a lone raven in the middle of a bloodied field and a shiver ran down his spine.
That had been weeks if not a month back from now. The boy had more or less adjusted himself into the body and life of Robert Baratheon. It was not an easy task, moving in a body that was not his own. He received weird looks from just one man while the rest just nodded or looked elsewhere. It was obvious that it would be Jon Arryn who noticed, he was the man who practically raised Robert Baratheon after all. But the man had not brought it out nor did the boy bring it up.
"We're here your Grace" one of the men that Robert did not recognize spoken and Robert looked forward. The gates into the capital loomed before them and Robert prepared himself for what was about to welcome him.
"All hail King Robert! The first of his name, King of the Andals and the First Men, Lord of the Seven Kingdoms and Protector of the Realm" the shout rang as Robert walked into the throne room. There were men in red and grey all around him but his eyes were fixed on the four covered figures before the Iron Throne.
"Your Grace" a man in red and gold armor stepped forward, "I present to you" he motioned to the bodies and a man in red slowly removed the covers from each face. Robert knew who was who, as he knew who the man presenting them was. The first was Aerys the mad king, the ones following him were Elia and her children.
"Cover them up man" Robert stated and confusion was clear on the faces of Lord Tywin Lannister and his men. "They are dead. There is no reason to parade their deaths as such."
The man that had lifted the covers quickly put them back down again. Robert looked to the man and then to Lord Tywin. The glint of pride and happiness quickly vanished from his eyes and there was a hint of wariness in them now.
Robert moved around the bodies, moving towards the throne. He took a moment to study the throne made of swords before sitting on it. The thing was uncomfortable and cold, but not the worst place to have a seat on.
"Now, tell me who is responsible for these deaths' he spoke, trying his best to sound as demanding a possible. It seemingly worked, seeing the fear suddenly come over the Lannister men.
"Aerys was killed by my son, Ser Jaime" Tywin Lannister spoke, voice even and hollow. "Elia and her children, by Ser Gregor Clegane and Ser Amory Lorch."
Robert nodded and looked to the men mentioned. Ser Jaime looked at every part of the Lannister he was. Proud, fearless, and stood with the highborn grace that he cultivated. The other two knights looked nothing like him. While Ser Gregor stood tall, there was the brutish aura around him, like he was ready to pounce if necessary. Ser Amory though was cowering slightly.
"Ser Jaime," Robert called and Jaime stepped forward, "is it true?"
"It is your grace" the knight nodded his head.
Robert nodded back before looking at the man pensively. He showed no signs of fear in him. Yet Robert knew the nerves were eating at him. Not only him, Tywin too he knew would be nervous. The father had expected Robert to not celebrate the deaths, and now he was wondering what fate awaited his son.
"Firstly, I would like to ask why you did this."
"Your Grace?"
"You heard me, Ser Jaime. Why did you kill Aerys Targaryen? Was he not the king you swore an oath to protect?"
"He was, your Grace."
"Then why did you kill him? You must have had a very good reason for doing so. Knowing that you'd be branded a Kingslayer and an Oathbreaker."
Ser Jaime hesitated, looking back to his father who finally showed signs of his worry. The knight turned back to the new king and with a sigh explained his reasons. Robert silently listened to Jaime tell him about the wildfire, the alchemist's guild, and the plan that Aerys hatched. Robert noticed the look of shock on Eddard Stark, who was till now glaring at Ser Jaime from beside Jon Arryn. Jon Arryn too looked shocked and horrified at the revelation.
"Then I suppose the occupants of King's Landing as well your father and his men owe their lives to you" Robert smiled and Jaime gave a short nod himself, a small smile on his face. "What do you intend to do now?"
"I'll swear an oath, your Grace!" Jaime quickly fell to his knees. "I'll swear myself as a Kingsguard once more and protect you from the threats of the realm."
"I decline your oath Ser Jaime" Robert's statement made Jaime look up at him in shock. "For sure what you did was for the lives of King's Landing, but you have still broken an oath. And I am hesitant to keep someone who has broken an important oath so close to me. I do ask for forgiveness in that regard."
"Then what is to happen to me, your Grace?" Jaime questioned, gritting his teeth in frustration. Robert could tell that certain scenarios were going through the young Knight's head right at that moment.
"I believe you have other titles, disregarding the one you held as a Kingsguard" Robert spoke and Jaime looked up in shock once more. "Go back to Casterly Rock and start training as its heir. Your father would have a lot to teach you no doubt."
"Ser Gregor, Ser Amory" Robert called and the two knights in question moved forward while Jaime moved back to stand beside his father, the white cape of The King's Guard tucked over his arms. "Who killed who, please speak."
"I killed the bitch and her pup" Gregor grunted and Robert found his ire rise, "Lorch killed the little bitch."
"I see" Robert breathed out and everyone felt a sudden change in the king's demeanor and the atmosphere in the room. "Did any of them put up a fight?" he asked and neither answered. "I'll ask again, and I expect you both to speak. Did they put up a fight or not?"
"The girl kicked at me and screamed" Amory spoke in a faint voice. Robert's brows rose before he let out a howl-like laugh.
"Rhaenys Targaryen kicked at you and you proceeded to murder her?" the king asked incredulously, "and did you kick her back and the force killed her? Is that what happened?" he asked further but Amory did not speak this time. "I asked you a question Ser Amory" Robert hissed, banging his hand on the arm of the throne, "how did she die?!"
"I-" Ser Amory's lower lips trembled, "I stabbed her, your Grace."
"Ah of course you did. And you Gregor? Did Elia kick at you too? Scream for help? Or was it the babe Aegon? Which one hit you?"
"Neither" Gregor grunted and Robert felt his anger rise even more at the confession.
"Lord Tywin I am appalled by these creatures that you have under your command" Robert turned to Tywin, who met his gaze evenly. "Was it at your order that they killed Elia and her children?"
"My orders were to kill everyone that put up a fight, your Grace" Tywin bowed his head slightly. "I did not think these two would take such a course of action."
The looks on Amory and Gregor were enough for Robert to know that Tywin Lannister was fiddling with the truth. It did not matter, he had his culprits.
"Very well then" he leaned forward. "Lord Tywin, order your men to take their weapons from these two and escort them to the dungeons please" Robert spoke.
"You can't do this" Gregor Clegane growled and before anyone else could react, he charged at Robert with his broad sword pulled out to attack. Amidst the shouts, Robert got up, sidestepped the swing, and grabbed his Warhammer. With a mighty swing, he hit Gregor on the back of his unprotected head. The Mountain fell forward on the throne, the edges of the sword it was made from impaling the man through his head.
"What a waste" Robert clicked his tongue and turned to Ser Amory. The knight quickly dropped his weapons and fell to his knees.
"With the unpleasantries out of the way" Robert spoke as Amory was taken out by the Lannister guards, "I would now like to declare a few important things. Lord Jon Arryn," he asked for the man and the man stepped forward. "I would name you the hand of the king. Do you accept?"
"I do, your Grace" Jon Arryn spoke, bending his knee before his new king.
Robert pulled the man back to his feet and clapped him on the shoulders. "Lord Eddard Stark," he turned to the Northern Lord who looked slightly apprehensive but ready to obey. "I task you with taking as many men as you need and move for Storm's End. If I am not mistaken Lord Tyrell is currently in the middle of a siege. I order you to go break the siege. Offer them the chance to give up and bow before their new king. If they do no such thing, kill them all."
"Your Grace" Lord Eddard bowed.
"Lord Arryn will write a letter that will relay such a message, and I will sign it. I am not a man good with words" a small chuckle fell from his lips. Jon Arryn gave a nod and followed Lord Eddard out of the throne room. "That will be all. I will sit again tomorrow and deal with whatever else it is that I need to deal with. For now, go and rest up. You all deserve it."
Robert watched the men slowly empty the room. He turned to the dead Gregor once everyone had left. On one of the swords that had impaled the man's head, sat a raven. The room spun around Robert before he was engulfed by whiteness.