"Catelyn" Hoster Tully looked at his eldest with a disappointed look. "You let your emotions get the best of you. You realise what the consequences of your actions would be?"
"Father," Catelyn sighed miserably, "it hasn't happened yet. You can't hold me accountable for something I haven't even done."
"But I can point out what wrong you did" his father added, a little harder than before. "You need better control of your emotions before it backfires on you. Like it will now."
"Let's finish watching it all. I'm sure she'll learn by the end" Edmure tried to calm the situation. His father did not look too pleased still, and his sister looked dejected. Edmure just sighed and hoped it wouldn't lead to something massive. He already doubted it, but an optimist could hope.
The scene starts with Ned walking through a courtyard at King's Landing when a royal steward.
Steward: Lord Stark, your presence has been requested in the small council chamber. A meeting has been called.
Eddard Stark: I need to see the King first - alone.
Steward: The King is at the small council meeting, my Lord. He has summoned you.
"That's a first" Stannis muttered. If his brother, who till now from what he saw sitting in none of the meetings was there, it had to be for something big. "Is it because of Tyrion?"
"I doubt it" Jon Arryn muttered. He had an idea of what it might be for.
Eddard Stark: Is it about my wife?
Steward: No, my Lord. I believe it concerns Daenerys Targaryen.
"He's going to go after her and her child" Rhaella muttered in horror, eyes wide and hand gripping at the collar of her dress. Rhaegar's eyes narrowed dangerously on the man on the screen.
Now at the small council meeting with everyone on the council, as well as King Robert.
Robert Baratheon: The whore is pregnant.
"Mind your tongue" Rhaegar hissed. Robert straightened and looked back, his eyes narrowing on the man.
Eddard Stark: You're speaking of murdering a child.
Robert Baratheon: I warned you this would happen. Back in the North, I warned you, but you didn't care to hear. Well, hear it now. I want 'em dead, mother and child, both. And that fool, Viserys as well. Is that plain enough for you? I want them both dead.
"She is a child!" Rhaella exclaimed in distress. "Please, she has done nothing to you or your family. She is innocent!"
"Your Grace," Robert's gaze shifted to the woman, gentler and kinder now. Some even saw a bit of shame in them. "The man we see and I are not the same. It's clear that the loss of Lyanna paid a heavy toll on his mind and all he sees are Targaryens coming back to take more of what is his. I am not that man, and I swear to it that your children who are sane in mind will have nothing to fear against me unless they meet me in battle. I cannot guarantee their safety then" the last part he looked at Rhaegar when he said it and a moment of tension passed between them.
Eddard Stark: You will dishonour yourself forever if you do this.
Robert Baratheon: Honor?! I've got Seven Kingdoms to rule! One King, Seven Kingdoms. Do you think honour keeps them in line? Do you think it's an honour that's keeping the peace? It's fear! Fear and blood!
Eddard Stark: Then we're no better than the Mad King.
Robert Baratheon: Careful, Ned. Careful now.
Eddard Stark: You want to assassinate a girl... Because the Spider heard a rumour?
Varys: No rumour, my Lord. The princess is with child.
Eddard Stark: Based on whose information?
Varys: Ser Jorah Mormont. He is serving as an adviser to the Targaryens.
So he's Robert's informant, Rhaegar thought, internally still fuming at the threats Robert threw towards his sister, his blood, his family. It didn't matter to him that this Robert was from a future they were preventing, not when the present one was just as hostile towards him.
Eddard Stark: Mormont? You bring us the whispers of a traitor half a world away and call it fact?
Petyr Baelish: Jorah Mormont's a slaver, not a traitor. Small difference, I know, to an honourable man.
"There is no difference," Rickard said grimly. "He broke the laws and betrayed the trust of his lord, his king and that of his family. There is no difference" he stated and his children nodded grimly.
Eddard Stark: He broke the law, betrayed his family, and fled our land. Do we commit murder on the word of this man?
Robert Baratheon: And if he's right? If she has a son? A Targaryen at the head of a Dothraki army… What then?
Eddard Stark: The Narrow Sea still lies between us. I'll fear the Dothraki the day they teach their horses to run on water.
Robert Baratheon: Do nothing? That's your wise advice? Do nothing till our enemies are on our shores? You're my council? Counsel! Speak sense to this honourable fool.
Varys: I understand your misgivings, my Lord. Truly, I do. It is a terrible thing we must consider, a vile thing. Yet, we who presume to rule must sometimes do vile things for the good of the realm. Should the gods grant Daenerys a son, the realm will bleed.
Grand Maester Pycelle: I bear this girl no ill will, but should the Dothraki invade, how many innocents will die? How many towns will burn? Is it not wiser, kinder even, that she should die now so that tens of thousands might live?
Renly Baratheon: We should have had them both killed years ago.
Petyr Baelish: When you find yourself in bed with an ugly woman, best close your eyes, and get it over with. Cut her throat. Be done with it.
"Council of cowards and vermins" Ned spat. He was shocked and disgusted at what these men were suggesting. Murdering a child over a possibility rather than a surety.
"They aren't wrong" Rhaegar muttered, much to the shock of his mother and wife. "As much as they are planning to kill my sister, they don't make a bad point. Should The Dothraki cross it'll be a bloody affair" he added.
"That is only if they cross the sea" Doran added. "The Dothraki do not like the sea. They do not prefer it and their tidings do not usually lead towards the sea. If Viserys wants them to cross he'd have to be something he is not, a leader that would inspire these people."
"And frankly, he's no leader, to begin with," Oberyn added.
Eddard Stark: I followed you into war - twice, without doubts, without second thoughts. But I will not follow you now. The Robert I grew up with didn't tremble at the shadow of an unborn child.
Robert Baratheon: She dies.
Eddard Stark: I will have no part in it.
Robert Baratheon: You're the King's Hand, Lord Stark. You'll do as I command or I'll find me a Hand who will.
Ned removes his badge and places it on the table in front of Robert.
Eddard Stark: And good luck to him. I thought you were a better man.
Robert Baratheon: Out! Out, damn you! I'm done with you. Go! Run back to Winterfell! I'll have your head on a spike! I'll put it there myself, you fool! You think you're too good for this? Too proud and honourable? This is war!
"Ned-"
"You wanted to murder a child," the Stark of Winterfell said coldly, the look making Robert flinch. He was not used to such a look from him.
"I'm sorry" the man lowered his head.
"We'll have to talk after this" Jon Arryn spoke and Robert's head dipped lower.
The scene changes once more, Opening in Ned's quarters. He opens his eyes to find Cersei and King Robert at his bedside.
"What happened?" Lyanna asked, straightening at the look of her brother. He was injured and from the looks of things he wasn't injured badly, but bad enough for him to be medicated.
"After what you've seen, father goes to a brothel to see another one of King Robert's bastards. On his way out he is met by Jaime Lannister and his men. It was retaliation for kidnapping Tyrion" Raven explained.
"Ned, I'm so sorry" Catelyn whispered, the guilt eating at her.
"Catelyn, it hasn't happened yet" he smiled at her comfortingly. But it did not ease the guilt she felt.
Eddard Stark: Your pardon, your Grace.
Cersei Baratheon: Do you know what your wife has done?
Eddard Stark: She did nothing I did not command.
"Why are you taking her side at a time like this? You need to make sure you get out of there in one piece and not die!" Brandon exclaimed.
"She's my wife in that future. Why wouldn't future me support her?" Ned asked incredulously.
"Because you need to make sure your daughters are safe first, then you and then you get the hell out of there!" Lyanna explained.
"Children" Rickard's voice silenced the three. "Keep watching, Ned will learn from his mistakes" the patriarch of House Stark instructed and Ned frowned.
Robert Baratheon: Who'd have thought she had it in her?
Cersei Baratheon: By what right dare you lay hands on my blood?
Eddard Stark: I am the King's Hand -
Cersei Baratheon: You were the King's Hand!
Eddard Stark: - trying to keep the peace -
Cersei Baratheon: You shall now be held accountable.
"Oh my god," Oberyn rubbed his forehead, "watching these two argue is giving me a headache."
"They aren't quite people" Elia chuckled softly.
Robert Baratheon: Oh, will both of you shut your mouths? Catelyn will release Tyrion and you'll make your peace with Jaime.
Eddard Stark: He butchered my men.
Cersei Baratheon: Lord Stark was returning drunk from a brothel when his men attacked Jaime.
A few people snorted at the statement. They all knew Ned well and others had seen Ned in these snippets enough to know that nobody would believe the shit Cersei was spewing.
Robert Baratheon: Quiet, woman.
Eddard Stark: Jaime has fled the city. Give me leave to bring him back to justice.
Cersei Baratheon: I took you for a king.
Robert Baratheon: Hold your tongue.
Cersei Baratheon: He's attacked my brother and abducted the other. I should wear the armour and you the gown.
Robert smacks Cersei.
Shock rippled through the room at what Robert had done, Robert himself being one of them. The shock quickly turned to disgust as eyes fell on the man in the room.
"I-" Robert struggled to form words, to try and defend himself. He couldn't do it. He couldn't defend himself and his acts. It was not something worth defending either. It was a heinous thing he had done and he was disgusted by it. Suddenly he was falling forward, a crack echoing when his nose hit the ground. He felt a pressure on his back and then something hit him on the back of his head. His head spun and the sound of shouts and roars came to his ears. And then he just snapped.
He pushed himself off the ground, the weight on his back falling off him. He turned around and found a blonde sprawled on the ground. He was glaring up at him and Robert's rage burst towards him.
Robert charged him, easily batting the punch Jaime threw at him and connecting his own punch with the blonde's face. Jaime fell to the ground and Robert pinned him to the ground, his hands wrapping around the man's throat and slowly trying to choke the life out of him. Robert felt arms on him, trying to pull him off of Jaime. But they couldn't make him budge his rage overpowering them all easily. But then the world around him went dark.
"Pull him off" Raven instructed the men around the now passed-out Robert. "Put him to the side. The momentary unconsciousness should calm him down."
"What did you do to him?" Ned questioned.
"Knocked him out' Raven answered simply. "Sit back down. The rest we'll see without him. He is not needed for what I'll show for a while."
Ned, Brandon and Rhaegar pulled Robert to the side while Tywin pulled Jaime to his feet. There was no worried glances from the father, only stoic disapproval. Jaime did not look at his father, trying to get his breathing back in order.
Cersei Baratheon: I shall wear this like a badge of honour.
Robert Baratheon: Wear it in silence or I'll honour you again.
Cersei exits the room, slamming the door shut behind her.
Robert Baratheon: See what she does to me? My loving wife. I should not have hit her. That was not… That was not kingly.
"Not kingly" Lyanna spat in disgust. Then she turned her gaze to Ned, her eyes burning with rage, "this is the man you wanted me to marry? The man you brought to father for my hand?!"
"Lyanna I-" but his sister had looked away from him before he could explain. He felt someone pull at him and looking to his other side he found Ashara shaking her head at him. Ned sighed, gently slamming his fist on his thigh. He didn't know what to think or say. He had never expected Robert to be a man like this.
Eddard Stark: If we don't act… there will be a war.
Robert Baratheon: So tell your wife to return that little shit of an Imp to King's Landing. She's had her fun, now put an end to it. You hear me? Send a raven and put an end to it.
Eddard Stark: And what about Jaime Lannister? What about Jaime?
Robert Baratheon: I'm half a kingdom in debt to his bloody father.
"Half a kingdom in debt?!" Rhaegar stood up in surprise. "What has that man done to all the riches in the coffers and my family? There should have been enough, the years should have only added to it!"
"Robert brought peace to The Seven Kingdom, but he was not a frugal man. Years of tourneys and feasts had depleted the reserves until it was necessary to take loans from The Lannisters and The Iron Bank" Raven explained.
Rhaegar practically fell down on his seat and threw a venomous glare at Robert, who was still passed out in the corner.
Robert Baratheon: I don't know what happened between you and those yellow-haired shits. I don't want to know. This is what matters - I can't rule the kingdoms if the Starks and the Lannisters are at each other's throats, so enough!
Eddard Stark: As you command your Grace. With your leave, I will return to Winterfell and set matters straight.
Robert Baratheon: Piss on that! Send a raven. I want you to stay. I'm the king, I get what I want… I never loved my brothers. A sad thing for a man to admit, but it's true. You were the brother I chose. We'll talk when I return from the hunt.
Robert throws the Hand of the King's badge onto the bed where Ned is laying.
Eddard Stark: The hunt?
Robert Baratheon: Killing things clears my head. You'll have to sit on the throne while I'm away. You'll hate it more than I do.
Eddard Stark: The Targaryen girl -
Robert Baratheon: Seven hells! Don't start with her again! The girl will die and I'll hear no more of it. Put on the badge. And if you ever take it off again, I swear to the Mother I'll pin the damn thing on Jaime Lannister.
"Thank you, Ned Stark" Rhaella spoke, "for standing up for my daughter."
"She's an innocent" Ned stated as if it explained everything.
Scene shifts to a large communal tent. Daenerys is centred around everyone and eating the heart of a horse and the Dothraki and a priest chant around her. Her husband Khal Drogo looks on in anticipation as she continues eating.
"What is happening?" Elia asked a little green at the sight of what she saw.
"A tradition of sorts for The Dothraki" Raven explained.
Viserys Targaryen: She has to eat a whole heart? I hope that wasn't my horse.
Jorah Mormont: She's doing well.
Viserys Targaryen: She'll never keep it down.
She keeps eating the heart, nearing the end. The Dothraki onlookers all chant in unison, getting louder and louder. The priestess is also chanting, louder and louder. Khal Drogo stares more intently at his wife, she stares back. The chanting grows louder, as does the priestess.
Viserys Targaryen: Tell me what she is saying.
Jorah Mormont: "The prince is riding. I have heard the thunder of the hooves. Swift as the wind he rides. His enemies will cower before him… and their wives will weep tears of blood."
"A prophecy?" Oberyn asked. He received shrugs from his siblings and nothing from Raven.
The eating and chanting intensify as Viserys looks on in shock.
Jorah Mormont: She's going to have a boy.
Viserys Targaryen: He won't be a real Targaryen. He won't be a true dragon.
"I don't think they care about that" Edmure mumbled.
As the chanting is at its loudest, Daenerys has finished with the heart. Everyone looks on in anticipation, she wretches forward, on the verge of puking. The chanting suddenly halts. Khal Drogo leans in and looks intensely. Daenerys holds everything in and sobs. Her hands bloody, she slowly sits up, keeping everything in as she gulps the final bite. The priestess begins to speak, and Jorah translates directly for Viserys.
Jora: "The stallion who mounts the world." The stallion is the khal of khals. He shall unite the people into a single khalasar. All the people of the world will be his herd.
Daenerys rises to her feet, speaking in Dothraki to the room.
Daenerys Targaryen: A prince rides inside me! And he shall be called Rhaego!
"Rhaego?" Rhaegar looked up at the name.
"Daenerys has grown up listening to the stories of her family from Viserys and the old knight. It also included stories of you. She found you to be an ideal Targaryen somewhere deep inside. Ser Jorah's company only solidified it. So she named her son after you" Raven explained. It made Rhaegar smile slightly, his mood lifting some.
The room begins chanting, "Rhaego! Rhaego!" As the chanting grows louder and louder, Drogo stands up and walks up to Daenerys.
Viserys Targaryen: They love her.
The room's chanting gets even louder. Drogo hugs his wife at her thighs and hoists her up, carrying her around the room.
Jorah Mormont: She truly is a queen today.
Jorah looks to his right towards Viserys, who has now slipped out. We cut to Daenerys' tent. Inside, Viserys opens the container that holds her dragon eggs. He sighs and then puts them into a sack. Jorah walks into the tent behind him, blocking the door.
Jorah Mormont: Don't let them see you carrying a sword in Vaes Dothrak. You know the law.
Viserys Targaryen: It's not my law.
Jorah Mormont: They don't belong to you.
Viserys Targaryen: Whatever is hers is also mine.
Jorah Mormont: Once, perhaps.
Viserys Targaryen: If I sell one egg, I'll have enough to buy a ship. Two eggs - a ship and an army.
Jorah Mormont: And you have all three.
Viserys Targaryen: I need a large army… I'm the last hope of a dynasty, Mormont. The greatest dynasty this world has ever seen, on my shoulders since I was five years old and no one has ever given me what they gave to her in that tent. Never. Not a piece of it… How can I carry what I need to carry without it? Hmm? Who can rule without wealth, or fear, or love?
"It's a little sad, Viserys' story. A little pathetic too" Arthur mused. "At five he was probably told he was the new king, by who we won't know but ever since he's lived by it. And as he what he had, he spiralled. He was the last king and he needed to be a dragon and take the throne back. The pressure has made him spiral into madness."
"If we can keep him from that, he might not turn out as this" Barristan suggested.
"Optimistic thought," Arthur told him. "But not impossible."
Viserys Targaryen: Oh, you stand there, all nobility and honour. You don't think I see you looking at my little sister, hmm? Don't think I know what you want? I don't care. You can have her. She can be Queen of the savages and dine on the finest bloody horse parts, and you can dine on whichever parts of her you like. But let me go.
Jorah Mormont: You can go, but you can't have the eggs.
Viserys Targaryen: You swore an oath to me. Does loyalty mean nothing to you?
Jorah Mormont: It means everything to me.
Viserys Targaryen: And yet here you stand?
Jorah Mormont: And here I stand.
"It is clear to who he swore his loyalties to" Brandon stated. "A Mormont of Bear Island is nothing if not loyal to the end."
"But he is also a spy for The Crown" Catelyn pointed out.
"I wonder for how long that will remain" her betrothed mused.
Viserys and Jorah stare at each other for a moment, before Viserys drops the sack containing the dragon eggs to the floor. Jorah steps aside, unblocking the exit. Viserys leaves.
The scene changed to a celebration. A pig roasts over a centre fire as there are drums being played and people dancing everywhere. Viserys stumbles in, clearly drunk.
This will not end well, Rhaella thought in fear. Without any of the power to protect him, Viserys would not survive if he did anything stupid.
Viserys Targaryen: Daenerys! Where's my sister?
Daenerys and Jorah both look up, noticing her brother on the opposite side of the hut. Drogo, on another side of the hut also sees Viserys. Jorah stands up and begins walking toward Viserys.
Daenerys Targaryen: Stop him.
Viserys Targaryen: Where is she? I'm here for the feast. The whore's feast.
Jorah Mormont: Come.
Viserys Targaryen: Get your hands off me! No one touches the dragon!
A man sitting next to Drogo says something in Dothraki that makes the Khal laugh. Viserys hears this and spins around.
Viserys Targaryen: Khal Drogo! I'm here for the feast.
Khal Drogo: (speaks Dothraki, motions to the other side of the hut)
Jorah Mormont: Khal Drogo says there is a place for you. Back there.
Viserys Targaryen: That is no place for a king.
Khal Drogo: You are no king.
Viserys draws his sword, and Jorah moves forward, Viserys holds his sword at Jorah.
"He's sealed his fate" Arthur sighed, eyes coming to a close. The holy lands of The Dothraki, they were not going to forgive this.
Viserys Targaryen: Keep away from me!
The drums stop and now everyone in the hut is paying attention.
Daenerys Targaryen: Viserys, please.
Viserys Targaryen: There she is.
Jorah Mormont: Put the sword down. They'll kill us all.
Viserys Targaryen: They can't kill us. They can't shed blood in their sacred city.
"They don't need to shed blood to kill you" Rhaegar hissed, anger and worry at his brother both pounding in his veins.
Viserys Targaryen: (moving his sword over everyone in the room, stopping on Daenerys' stomach) But I can. I want what I came for. I want the crown he promised me. He bought you. But he never paid for you.
The Khal is fiercely looking at the situation as Viserys has his blade to Daenerys' stomach. A woman is translating for Drogo as Viserys speaks.
Viserys Targaryen: Tell him I want what was bargained for or I'm taking you back. He can keep the baby. I'll cut it out and leave it for him.
Khal Drogo: (speaks Dothraki)
Viserys Targaryen: What's he saying?
Daenerys Targaryen: He says yes. You shall have a golden crown, that men shall tremble to behold.
Viserys Targaryen: That was all I wanted. W-what was promised.
"No…" the dread in Rhaella's voice was palpable, but nobody comforted her. They were all too engrossed at the scene, waiting to see how things would unfold, some with worry and some with anticipation.
Viserys takes his blade away from Daenerys' stomach and steps back, smiling. Drogo stands up and walks to his wife, placing his hand on her belly as they exchange looks. The Khal says something in Dothraki, two men instantly come up behind Viserys, each holding one of his arms. One man breaks Viserys' right arm as he screams.
Rhaella flinched at the sound and a sob fell from her lips.
Viserys Targaryen: No! You cannot touch me! I am the dragon! I am the dragon! I want my crown! Ahh!
The two men force Viserys to the ground, still holding him by his arms. The Khal moves towards them and mutters something in Dothraki. A woman tips over a kettle that was over the fire, pouring out its contents. Drogo throws some golden jewellery into the kettle.
Jorah Mormont: Look away Khaleesi.
Daenerys Targaryen: No.
Viserys Targaryen: No. Dany! Dany, tell them, make them! You can't!
"It's too late now" Barristan spoke stoically. He had done something, not even his sister could forgive.
The golden jewellery is now melted down into liquid. Khal Drogo lifts the kettle up and walks over towards the screaming Viserys.
Viserys Targaryen: Dany, please!
Khal Drogo: A crown for a king.
Khal Drogo raises the kettle over Viserys' head and pours out the melted gold onto his skull. He screams as the hot liquid solidifies on his skull, the two men release Viserys, and he instantly falls to the ground dead.
Jorah Mormont: Khaleesi…
Daenerys Targaryen: He was no dragon. Fire cannot kill a dragon.