Game of Thrones: Magnificent Century - Prologue.
Disclaimer: A Song of Ice and Fire is created and written by the talented author George R.R. Martin, while the television show, Game of Thrones, is created by the talentless David Benioff and Daniel Weiss. Combined with the Magnificent Century TV show starring Sultan Murad IV.
P.S. GOT will be accurate to ASOIAF.
King Robert I Baratheon of King's Landing arrived in Winterfell after the death of his foster father, Jon Arryn, Keeper of the Gates of the Moon, Lord of the Eyrie, Defender of Vale and Warden of the East, and most importantly, his Hand after they overthrew House Targaryen off of Westeros.
And now, he arrived in the North for a purpose: To make his foster brother Edward 'Ned' Stark, Lord of Winterfell and Warden of the North, his newest Hand.
Accompanying him are the men of House Baratheon and House Lannister, courtesy of his marriage with Cersei, the mother of his three children Joffrey, Myrcella and Tommen, and her brothers Jaime the Kingslayer and Tyrion the Imp.
Eddard Stark is waiting for his foster brother and King with his wife Catelyn Stark née Tully, and his son Robb, his daughters Sansa and Arya, and his other sons Bran and Rickon, and his baseborn son Jon Snow ward Theon Greyjoy behind them.
Once the King has arrived, he mounted off his horse and gave his best friend a hug. "Ned! Gods be damned it is so good to see you!"
"You too, Your Grace." Edward said, returning the hug.
"Cat!" Robert let go of Eddard and hugged the Lady of Winterfell. "It has been so long!"
"Indeed, Your Grace." Catelyn awkwardly returned the hug.
Robert lets go of her and took a look at the children. "So these are your children, eh Ned? Two of them have the Stark colors."
"My baseborn son, Jon Snow, and my younger daughter Arya with Cat."
"So you fathered a Bastard?" Robert looked incredulous before he boomed in laughter, clapping his friend on the shoulder. "It seems we have something in common by fathering Bastards, eh Ned?"
Catelyn and Cersei both scowled at that, the two women still bitter about their husbands making a cuckold out of them.
"It was the war before the Greyjoy Rebellion."
Theon's eye twitched at the mention of his father's failed Rebellion that led to the deaths of his two older brothers (thank the Drowned God) and his captivity in Winterfell.
"Aye, I know." Robert said before his cheerful face turned moody. "Say, could you take us inside Winterfell? The travel to the North has been bloody cold lately."
"Of course, Your Grace." Eddard said, gesturing to the door.
Once they were inside, they felt the warmth inside Winterfell.
"Much better." Robert said taking off his fur.
"I have made it warm for you when I first heard of your arrival, Your Grace." Eddard said.
"My thanks, Ned." the King said. "Before we begin with the welcoming feast, I would like to go to the crypts to pay my respects."
Eddard knew what Robert meant, and nodded his head. "Of course, Your Grace."
The Crypts of Winterfell, House Stark's resting place, is both cold and dark, so Eddard lit the fires to make it a little warm.
When they descended down, they were in front of the statues of two dead Starks: Brandon Stark, Eddard's older brother, and his younger sister Lyanna.
It was the statue of Lyanna Stark that Robert was so fixated on, looking at the stone-carved face of the She-Wolf he had come to love.
"Oh, Lyanna…" Robert bemoaned. "Why did she have to be buried in that darkness? She doesn't deserve this."
"She belongs in the North, Your Grace." Eddard said.
"I bloody get it, Ned. If it wasn't for that damned Targaryen Prince Rhaegar…"
"You already killed him yourself, Your Grace. Wasn't that enough?"
"In my dreams I kill him all over again, so I can make him pay for what he did to Lyanna, what his mad father did to your father and brother."
"The Targaryens are no more, Your Grace. They no longer have the right to rule Westeros because of all the madness and incest and dishonor they wrought. Now it your House's turn, and I hope it would last forever until the end of time."
"You are too kind, Ned. There are still two more left in whatever place they're in." the King gave Eddard the most hateful look ever since he learned what happened to his betrothed by Rhaegar. "I promise you Ned, I won't rest till those filthy dragonspawns are gone for good. Damn the rumors of my ancestor Orys being the bastard half-brother to Aegon the Conqueror!"
"Rhaelle Targaryen is your grandmother, Robert, meaning you have her blood in your veins. Therefore, you are calling yourself a 'filthy dragonspawn' as well, along with your brothers."
"Do I look like I give a shit about that!?" Robert roared. "I never asked for that bloody throne, let alone because I am the grandson of a damned Targaryen! My war-hammer was the true reason those bastard Targaryens are no more, so fuck those dragon cunts!"
"Shall we leave, Your Grace?" Eddard's patience wears thine. "Your disturbing the dead with your yelling."
"Fine." Robert spat, before he gave one last longing look to Lyanna's statue. "Next time, tell your smith to make it look better."
"I shall."
And thus they walked out of the crypts, before Eddard Stark puts away the fires.
The feast had brighten up the King's mood, being able to enjoy the delicious food the North has to offer.
His wife and children sat by with him, with Myrcella and Tommen taking some bites, while Cersei and Joffrey looked at the Northerners in sneering disgust.
"Of bloody course those two would dislike the North that much." Robert thought in disappointment. "Seriously, if the people of the South were much like my brother in all but blood than the bloody Realm would be a good place for the lot of everyone."
He then looked at Eddard with his wife and children, except for the Bastard and his friend's ward. "Well, at least they are enjoying themselves as a family. I wonder where Jon Snow and the Greyjoy boy went."
Before he could take another bite, someone wrapped his arm around his throat and pressed a knife to it, before dragging him out of his chair to the back of the wall, startling his family, the Starks and the others.
"Nobody fucking move!" the assaulter said.
"What is the meaning of this!?" Eddard demanded.
"Don't you dare take one more step, you filthy savage barbarian, or I'll fucking cut your King's throat!"
"You bastard!" Joffrey roared. "I will have your head!"
"Shut the fuck up, you fucking little shit of an abomination!" the assaulter yelled, causing the golden-haired Prince's face to turn red in rage.
"Stand down and let the King go!" Eddard ordered.
"Never!" the assaulter said. "Westeros was fine with House Targaryen as the true rulers, until you Northern and Andal lot ruined everything with all the debts that involves feasting, jousting and whoring! I lost everything because of the war you usurpers started!"
"The war began when Aerys the Mad killed my father and brother, and demanded my head along with my friend." Eddard narrowed his eyes. "Jon Arryn did what he had to, to protect both me and Robert from that mad tyrant. Wouldn't you have done the same? The Rebellion we sparked against the Targaryens was justified. So put that blade down and face justice for the crime of attacking the King."
"Robert the Whoremonger is no true King!" the assaulter roared. "I will do the whole Realm a favor and kill all you Baratheons, Starks, Arryns, Tullys and Lannister fucks for all the ruin you bastards caused! Take this!"
Robert closed his eyes to brace for his death, hearing Eddard's shouting and the people screaming out, until he heard the sound of flesh being impaled, but not his own.
Hearing the body thumping at the ground after the sound of a blade being removed from the flesh, Robert let out a breath before facing the one who miraculously saved his life.
Much to his surprise, his savior was quite tall and muscular, who is, if accurate, twenty years old, wore odd clothing that's obviously made of black leather, also wearing a weird hat that resembles a Dornish hat, and he has deep blue eyes, with coal-black hair.
Oh, and he also has a rather intriguing long knife, the King wondered what that is.
Silence filled the air as everyone looked between the King and his mysterious savior, and for some odd reason, the two looked identical to each other, given their blue eyes and black hair.
"Well," King Robert broke the silence. "I must say I've never met someone like you before, but thanks for the assistance of ridding the wannabe assassin. From the way you are dressed and how you look, I can safely say that you are a Turk from the Ottoman Empire?"
Everyone tensed at the mention of the name of that empire. The Ottoman Empire, predecessor of the Great Seljuk Empire of the Qiniq tribe founded by the warlord Seljuk, is a Sunni Muslim empire that was founded in Anatolia by the Kayi tribesman Osman Ghazi, son of Ertugrul, descendant of Oghuz Khan and the first Sultan (Muslim King) of the Ottoman Empire as well as the founder of House Osmanoglu through his son Orhan, which means 'son of Osman'.
"Indeed I am." the King's savior said, Ottoman accent thick with the Common Tongue, as he nodded his head.
"Who are you?" Cersei demanded in suspicion, before a chill went down her spine as the young Ottoman stared at her, his blue eyes containing an unforgiving coldness.
"Settle down, woman." Robert told his Queen. "The men are talking."
"My apologies." Cersei muttered, though the young Ottoman can tell that she wasn't sincere as she glared at the floor.
Robert turned back towards his savior. "I do not know how you came here in the North, but it doesn't matter, so here it is. I, King Robert I Baratheon of King's Landing, welcomes you to Westeros."
"Tesekküler." the young Ottoman nodded his head.
"I suppose it means 'thank you' in Ottoman?"
"Evet."
"Does that mean yes?"
The young Ottoman simply nodded his head.
"Well then,Ottoman, allow me to introduce the man who would become my Hand, Lord Eddard Stark of Winterfell." Robert gestured to his friend.
"You have my thanks in saving my brother in all but blood, young man." Eddard nodded his head in respect, as does the Ottoman, before the latter looked at the Warden of the North's family, Robb who looked at him curiously, Sansa who looked at him indifferently, Arya who looked at him also curiously, and Bran who looked at him at awe which earned the lad a small smile, and Rickon who looked a bit scared.
Catelyn, and the other hand, gave him a distrustful, suspicious look which the Ottoman returned with an uncaring one, much to the Lady of Winterfell's contempt.
"So," the King said, gaining the young Ottoman's attention. "What is your name? I nearly forgot about it since I first introduced you to myself. Also, this is my wife, Queen Cersei, and my children Joffrey, Myrcella and Tommen."
Myrcella and Tommen waved a little at their father's savior, earning the royal children a small smile from the Ottoman, while ignoring the disliked look from Prince Joffrey.
"You asked for my name, so I shall give it to you." the young Ottoman said to the Baratheon King. "My name is Murad."
The King's eyes widened at that. For some reason, he heard of that name before, but he couldn't quite grasp of what he remembered, since it has been a long while ago.
"Say, um, if you don't mind me asking, but…" Robert said hesitant. "Who's your mother?"
Everyone became curious at the King's question, even Cersei and her son Joffrey.
The Ottoman was silent for a moment, before his answer gave Robert the confirmation. "Kösem Sultan, daughter of the late Sultan Ahmed I Osmanoglu and his wife Mahfiruz Sultan."
Robert's eyes were wide as a plate, before tears weld up his bearded cheeks as he began to finally remember.
It was before his betrothal to Lyanna and fucking a peasant woman from the Vale that he was already married to someone, a Princess from an Empire in a far away land. And that Princess was indeed named Kösem Sultan, which also means…
"Murad!" Robert proudly exclaims, before hugging his firstborn son, much to everyone's shock and surprise.
This young Turk from the Ottoman Empire is the King's firstborn son by an Ottoman Princess? Eddard began to remember now as well, back then before they were fostered in the Eyrie was when an Ottoman ship arrived for an arrangement that would symbolize the union between House Baratheon in Westeros and House Osmanoglu in the Old World, by which they birthed a son Kösem named Murad. But his father and Jon Arryn didn't like it, and so prompted Robert to marry Lyanna instead before fathering a baseborn girl named Mya, which causes the Ottomans to leave Westeros in what he saw in them pure disgust, especially in Kösem, but also sadness that can only be guessed from a broken heart, carrying her son with her back to her father's empire, which was currently ruled a second time by her uncle Mustafa I after the death of her brother Osman II.
Robert was saddened when he told him of the Ottomans' leaving.
"Of course I love her, you know?" Robert had said once he was finished telling his foster brother of the news. "I also love your sister, but…I don't know what to do with two pretty women."
And now Murad is here, saving his father from being assassinated.
The last time the Lord of Winterfell saw him was when he was two years old, and now the young man is currently twenty years of age.
"Everyone!" Robert called out. "Meet my firstborn Murad Osmanoglu, Prince of the Ottoman Empire."
"Actually, baba." Murad cut in. "I am currently the seventeenth Padishah of the Sultanate after three years."
"Really? Three years?" Robert asked. "And what's a Padishah?"
"It means Master King, baba." Murad answered his sire.
The King boomed in laughter, clapping his firstborn's shoulder. "Master King, eh? Well, it quite suits you, my boy. Gods be damned, look at us! Father and son, each a King of his own land. Hahahahaha!"
Cersei was silently seething in anger. This entirely means that the so-called Master King of the Ottomans is a threat to her son's rule as King of Westeros, and that alone sparked her hatred for her husband's firstborn and the Ottomans.
Joffrey is fuming in jealousy. Does this mean that the Ottoman bastard is father's true heir? No! He won't stand for this, he outright refuses to stand for this at-fucking-all!
But for now, they'll have to wait. Once Robert dies, Cersei thought, no bastard of her pig of a husband will be safe from her wrath.
Once Murad's introduction to the party was over, the feast continues after the Sultan brought with him Ottoman chefs, delivering all kinds of their own food.
Once Robert took a bite out of them, he began to devour them all exquisitely. By the Gods, his firstborn son sure knows that he has chosen his chefs wisely for such delicious foods. Especially the desserts he called on as well.
Thus, the feasting ended, and Murad was properly introduced to the Stark family, especially when he called for Jon Snow and Theon Greyjoy, much to Catelyn's opposition of bringing the bastard and the arrogant ward.
"I know baseborn's far better than you, Tully." the Padishah told the Lady of Winterfell. "In fact, some of my men are baseborn's. If I were you, I wouldn't underestimate them. And don't worry, I'll wipe that smirk off of Greyjoy's face by smacking some sense into him."
To make a point, Murad winks at Jon knowingly and gave Theon a warning glance. He even gives Catelyn a daring look, to which the Tully woman relented from slapping him unless she wants to be torn apart by his akincilar (raiders in Turkish).
Shaking hands with Robb, Jon and Theon, kissing Sansa's hand and complimenting on her beauty (which left her blushing heavily), shaking hands with Arya, and ruffling the hairs of Bran and Rickon, the Sultan was led into his quest room by Jon Snow, who led the way under his father's command.
"This'll do." Murad told the Bastard of Winterfell, to which the latter nodded, and left the Sultan alone.
The Ottoman Padishah is currently sitting down on a chair, where he was looking at the small painting of his mother, Kösem Sultan.
Looking back, it has been three years since he first became the empire's seventeenth Padishah at the age of eighteen.
His anne never once failed him on the advice of taking care of his enemies, both inside and outside of his empire. She knew the dangers he would take, against the enemies that wanted the Ottoman Dynasty gone simply for being a bunch of savages, especially foreigners who are jealous and bitter over their conquered lands. It was she who taught him everything, telling him from right to wrong till he could truly tell which one was actually right and which one was actually wrong, knowing he can't always take on his mother's advice, for some of them were wrong, despite having heeded some of them that kept them alive. Which is why he must always listen to his heart after the Sultan heeds the advice of his counsel.
Thinking back on the rebellions he had once dealt with, he knew that it had to be done, for there was not much of a choice. He had managed to gain the complete trust of his askerler, and with the helps of the Janissaries and the akincilar as well, dealt with the rebels before beheading those as a lesson to what happens when they dare rebel against the Ottoman Empire, proving his superiors wrong when they thought that he was too young and inexperienced in handling things like wars and crisis'. When facing a crisis, he managed to solve it due to being the Sultan Who Cared, and when it involves wars to expend the glory of his empire for his own purpose, he had conquered Morocco, Iberia (retaking Al-Andalus), the Republic of Venice, Sicily, Southern Italy, Corsica, Nubia, Ethiopia, Arabia, Persia, and the land where his ancestors, the Oghuz Turks, originate from before they migrated to Persia where they founded the Great Seljuk Empire through the Qiniq tribe, before further migrating to Anatolia where the Kayi Bey Osman Ghazi founded the empire that was today.
He knew he made his mother proud these days, more prouder for being a better man than his father. Of course, he was too young to remember who his father was before after becoming twenty where his mother told him everything, how he fought in two rebellious wars, where the successful Baratheon Rebellion overthrew House Targaryen, and repelling the failed Greyjoy Rebellion.
When he asked why did she leave Westeros, she told him that it's because he fornicated with a peasant from the Vale during his fostering with Jon Arryn alongside Eddard Stark, before the Lord of the Eyrie and Rickard Stark betrothed his father to the Lord of Winterfell's daughter named Lyanna, who was later abducted by Prince Rhaegar Targaryen, before Aerys the Mad killed Rickard and his eldest son Brandon, before demanding the heads of his father and Eddard, causing Jon Arryn to spark a Baratheon Rebellion that successfully overthrew the Valyrians, all in order to protect his foster sons before placing Robert on the Iron Throne due to being the grandson of Princess Rhaelle Targaryen. Some Lords had begun to belief that Robert became King after smashing Prince Rhaegar's chest.
He remembered questioning his anne after hearing of the Baratheon Rebellion, and the collapse of House Targaryen, and speaking of them…
"What happened to the other Targaryens that day?" Murad asked his mother.
"Aerys II was stabbed in the back by one of his Kingsguard Jaime Lannister when the Mad King plotted to burn King's Landing with wildfire, before Tywin Lannister ordered the sacking that killed Princess Elia Martell and her two children, Princess Rhaenys who stabbed to death by Amory Lorch, and Prince Aegon who's small head was bashed against the wall by Gregor Clegane, the Mountain That Rides." Kösem told her son. "Worse of all, when Tywin represented their butchered corpses to your father, he commented on their deaths, calling them 'dragonspawns'."
"How could they do such a dishonorable thing?" Murad asked incredulously. "Especially what my father just commented about two slain children despite what their father and grandfather did. They deserved better than this, like, being exiled and stripped of their royalty! Why would they butcher innocent children all because of Rhaegar's and Aerys' crimes!?"
"Because there is no such thing as honor in a real war, oglu." Kösem sadly told her son. "People like our enemies would go to many boundless lengths in order to get what they wanted: Spiling the blood of those they despised wholeheartedly. That's why I killed in politics, because when you look them in the eye, you know what their true natures are, no matter how hard they tried to hide it. Which is why I passed that knowledge onto you, why I made sure you took my advices to heart. Tell me, oglu, how many people have you beheaded to teach them a lesson of what happens when they dared challenge House Osmanoglu?"
"Too many, I'm afraid." Murad shook his head. "When I looked them in the eye, I new that if I let them go, they'll stop at nothing to see House Osmanoglu wiped out from the face of the world."
"And how many people died in the name of your three years conquests, oglu?"
"Thousands. I know that most people would hate me for what I did, some would say I am no better than the Prince of Destruction Timur, who's victory at Ankara against Bayezid I led to a civil war that nearly tore our empire apart if it wasn't for Mehmed Çelebi. But if I showed them that I care, that I would give half of my wealth to the poor who lost everything because of me, that I would give them food, they'll respect me for sure."
"I knew my teachings have paid off on you, oglu." Kösem smiled, before cupping her hands on her son's cheeks. "You have proven yourself a great Sultan, one that would make Mehmed the Conqueror and Suleiman the Magnificent proud of you."
"Once I'm finished making my amends to the conquered people, when will I go to Westeros to meet my father?"
"What are planning, oglu?"
"I plan on making the Lannisters pay for the ordered butchering on the Targaryen children. After I'm done with them, I'll make them wish Lann the Clever never founded his cursed House." Murad said with dark, murderous determination, before he asked, "What happened to Aerys' wife? Queen Rhaella, I mean."
"She died giving birth to her youngest child, a daughter named Daenerys Stormborn, before she was taken away along with her brother Viserys."
"Then we must find them, and bring them here safe and sound." Murad told his mother. "Once they're here, I want you to be their guardian before I restore them back to Westeros in Dragonstone."
"Do you mean to declare war on all of Westeros, oglu? Anyone who shelters the Targaryens will become their eternal enemy before one of them are destroyed for good."
"I intend to destroy the Lannisters first before they can do anything. They are clever, aye, and they'll expect me to fight honorable. You're right, anne, there is no honor in a real war, for I must become pragmatig if I have to win the Game of Thrones." the young Sultan looked at his mother. "After all, you also caught me about peculiar game the Westerosi lot loved to play, which is why once i'm done with the Lannisters and their allies, I'll abolish that idiotic Game so that no more Westerosi may suffer under it."
Kösem gave her son a proud smile, knowing that Murad is very serious about it from the way he spoke and act, the way his blue eyes blazed in an azure.
That azure blaze in Murad's eyes meant that her son was speaking the truth, that he would keap his word to abolish the Game of Thrones and put Westeros back into place.
"I shall have my guards find the two Targaryens and bring them here in Constantinople, while you focus and reuniting the Realm for a greater purpose."
"One day, House Osmanoglu of King's Landing shall rise against all odds, be it Lannister, my father's House of Baratheon, Tyrell, Martell, Arryn, Tully, Stark and Greyjoy."
That was the promise he had made to his anne before departing for Westeros, the fiery determination of making the Realm great again through House Osmanoglu will be remembered immortally.
His only hope was that his anne found the surviving Targaryens before anyone else could, the promise he made to bring them back to Dragonstone still lingered on his mind.
Until Jon Snow burst through his door.
"Padishah Murad!" Jon called out. "It's Bran, he fell!"
"Take me to him." the young Padishah said at once, fellowing the Bastard of Winterfell into the room of Bran Stark.
News of Bran Stark's falling send shockwaves throughout Winterfell. Everyone began to worry for the Warden of the North's son, but the one who took the news for the worse was none other than his mother, who immediately went to her son's room and never left, sending everyone out who would come here.
Opening the door, Sultan Murad IV Osmanoglu and Jon Snow found Lady Catelyn kneeling besides an unconscious Bran laying on the bed.
The Tully woman looked up to see who opened the door, only to see her hated stepson and the Ottoman Padishah staring at her.
"What do you want?" Catelyn sneered.
"I just came here to check on my brother." Jon said. "Your not the only one who worries for him, we all do."
"Get out." she growled. "Before I call the guards, bastard."
"Hayir." Murad said. "We will not leave until we have fully checked on your son on whether he's fine or not. Doktor!"
Suddenly, an Ottoman medic appeared before them, giving the Sultan a salute to which Murad returned the favor.
"No!" Catelyn immediately stood up. "I will not have that foreigner touch my son!"
"Yeniçeriler!" Murad shouted, as two Ottoman soldiers wearing bizarre looking hats appeared before the Sultan. "Send the Tully woman back to her husband, she'll need comfort from him if he can. When have you seen him last?"
"He is with your baba, my Sultan." one of the Janissaries said.
"Take her there."
The Janissaries immediately grabbed Catelyn by the arms, harshly escorting her out of her son's room.
"No! Get off of me!" she vainly struggled against the elite soldiers' greater strength before looking at the Padishah. "You would rob my sweet Bran of his mother!?"
"You've been my his side for long enough. I suggest you pull yourself together before you make an even greater mess to yourself."
Catelyn started screaming and wailing, ignored by the Janissaries as they continued dragging the Lady of Winterfell out of here.
Jon looked at Murad incredulously. "What was that for!?"
"I'm merely starting to get sick of that woman." Murad told him. "Is she always like this?"
"She's a mother, of course she's worried for her children!" Jon said.
"And she's clearly not your's, from what I can tell by that tone of her's at you." the Sultan pointed out.
"Ever since my father brought me to Winterfell as an infant, she always hated me from the beginning." Jon admitted, looking down at the floor. "She doesn't hit me, of course, she usually ignores me as if I never existed."
"Then she's clearly a trout-brained idiot." Murad shook his head. "Children are not to be blamed for being born out of wedlock, for the only people who are at fault are the ones who birthed them. Some of the people I executed back in the Ottoman Empire were men and women who treat their stepchildren like dirt."
"You wouldn't do that to her, right?" Jon asked nervously. "She's the Lady of Winterfell, my father's beloved wife."
"Not so beloved when it comes to children not her own."
"That's besides the point." Jon said. "The point is that if you do that, there would be war between the Seven Kingdoms through the North and the Ottoman Empire if you decided to execute the wife of the Lord of Winterfell. It'll be just like the Baratheon Rebellion after Aerys the Mad executed my father and uncle."
"I am not Aerys II, and what I would have done if she was in my empire would've been absolutely necessary to show all those what happens when you mistreat your stepchild."
"I still don't see what your point is." Jon frowned.
"Defending your stepparent who treats you like dirt is beyond stupid of you, Jon Snow." Murad said, before saying, "My baba is preparing to go back to King's Landing with your father as his new Hand while also preparing a tourney in his honor."
"Lady Stark would rather die than take responsibility for me once father leaves Winterfell." Jon muttered.
"Then what do you suggest you do once Lord Stark leaves?"
"Joining the Night's Watch, of course." Jon said, expecting the Sultan to be generous of his decision.
But there was none, only a megaton slap to the face that send Jon reeling to the wall.
Shocked by the Sultan's actions, Jon held his red-marked cheek before looking at the one who gave it to him. "What was that for!?"
"For being a dog-brained idiot." Murad growled. "You would really want to join an organization that now contains murderers, thieves and rapists that no longer contains men of honor?"
"Better than fathering a bastard!" Jon snapped.
"Better than being a trout's küçük kaltak!" the Sultan snapped back.
Tears welled up on Jon's face before he left.
Murad sighed before rubbing his temple. "Aptallar." he muttered. "I'm surrounded by aptallar."
"I know the feeling." a voice came from behind as the Sultan turned towards the direction, but didn't see anyone.
"Down here." Murad looked down to find a dwarf looking at him with one of his mismatched eyes of green and black. He's also wearing the clothes of House Lannister, which could only mean…
"Tyrion Lannister." Murad said. "The Dwarf of Casterly Rock."
"At your service." the dwarf bowed his head.
"What do you want?"
"Oh, nothing much, just wondering why your men had dragged Lady Stark to her Lord husband is all. So, I decided to take a look at you, even though my dear sister told me not to, and I was quite surprised that the first thing I saw you was that you slapped Jon Snow for merely wanting to join the Night's Watch."
"Bir, I don't see a Stark, merely a damn Tully."
"Do you have a problem with House Tully?" Tyrion asked.
"Hayir, but I do have a problem with Hoster's disappointments. Iki, Snow is being an idiot into thinking the Night's Watch is still as it once was honorably."
"True, but you can't blame the lad for giving it a go. Besides, Benjen Stark is a Ranger of the Watch, no?"
"I pity the youngest of Rickard's surviving sons."
"True, but maybe with two more Starks the Night's Watch won't be so bad now, wouldn't it?
"The Night's Watch contains Southern lot who despises the North and bastards. So no, I don't think that the mere presence of two Starks are enough to make the Night's Watch look good."
"Well, you can blame those who are the reason they took the Black. So, what do you think of this place, Winterfell I mean?"
"It is beautiful, except for the Septons, because's Winterfell's never had them before the union between Eddard Stark and Catelyn Tully."
"Of course, I too would prefer if Lord Stark didn't built these Septons in honor of his Lady wife. Anyway, I'm going to pay the Wall a visit to take a piss before returning to King's Landing. I also heard you'll be coming as well?"
"Baba is bent on it, despite you bitch of a sister's protests."
Tyrion chuckled at the insult the Sultan threw at his 'sweet' sister. "Oh, that is so true indeed. Tell me, did your mother taught you the Game of Thrones?"
"She did." Murad nodded. "She even went as far as saying that the Game of Thrones is nothing but an insufferable abomination."
"True, the whole 'when you play the Game of Thrones you win or you die' thingie is getting on some of our nerves."
"I plan to abolish it and punish those by decapitation who so much as dares play that mere game. Real life is no game, but serious matters."
"On that, we can agree." Tyrion smiled, and before he left, he told Murad, "I'd be rather careful if I were you, Sultan. We Lannisters are a very clever bunch, my father's intimidation can attest to that."
"Than I'll make you Lannisters fear us Osmanoglu's if you lot decide to threaten us."
"I'll make sure my father and siblings, especially my nephew Joffrey, don't do anything idiotic, capiche?"
"Capiche."
After gathering the supplies they needed to travel back to King's Landing, they were joined by the Ottoman Empire through Sultan Murad IV Osmanoglu, King Robert I Baratheon's firstborn son.
"King's Landing ain't much, my boy, but you could give it a chance." the King told his son. "I heard you made the Ottoman Empire quite pretty since you became Sultan."
"It was my pleasure serving the empire, baba." Murad said. "Islamic Persian architecture are majestic and it's beauty shouldn't be underestimated."
"Indeed it is if you are telling the truth. Say, how's your mother doing?"
"She's alright, for she can take care of herself, especially when it involves politics." Murad said, before thinking, "And keeping Viserys and Daenerys Targaryen safe from you Baratheons and Lannisters. What you both did must monstrously dishonorable."
"Well, I'm glad to hear it." Robert said. "I truly miss her, you know? Maybe if I had remembered you mother and especially you, I might have made her my true Queen and you my true heir."
Cersei heard this, and silently vowed to make her bastard of a husband regret it. She is the most beautiful woman in all of Westeros, no that Ottoman whore, and once her son becomes King, they will conquer the Ottoman Empire and put an end to the savages that are the Osmanoglu. "Just you wait, Ottoman bastard." Cersei thought.
"But I also miss Lyanna as well." Robert continued. "She represents Northern beauty, you know? I know you'd find her quite beautiful."
Eddard Stark came into view. "All you did was seeing her beauty, but you couldn't see the iron underneath it." he thought about what Lyanna told him about Robert's first affair, feeling sorry for Kösem who had to take such horrible news.
"Maybe." Robert said solemnly. "But enough about the past, bloody hurts all the time just thinking about it."
"Agreed." the Lord of Winterfell turned to the Sultan. "My wife told me everything, how you separated her from Bran."
"Your son needed medical attention." Murad told him. "And from what the doktor told me, he lives, but at the price of never walking again."
Eddard looked down at the ground, his hands clenching into fists.
"The poor lad." Robert muttered. "And I thought being fat was worse."
"He'll be better once he wakes up." Murad said. "Until then, King's Landing awaits us."
Next time: Chapter 1.