Robert

Robert slowly opened his eyes and sat up from his bed; when he saw the two whores still sleeping, he smiled, "Gods, this night has been wonderful." He murmured. Ever since he started sparring with the Stormsinger, he had lost some weight, and now the whores were keener in their work. The man was good company, he somewhat reminds Robert of Ned. Svemir was also a bloody good fighter, they hadn't done any serious bout as of now, but the way he held his own against Ser Barristan while winning some fights told Robert everything he needed to know: the man was a warrior.

He put on his clothes and strode towards the small council chamber. While he loathed being present in that mummer's show, he still had a duty as King. He promised himself to strive for the better, no matter how painful it may be.

As he entered the council room, all the members stood up to greet their King. Robert seated at the head of the table and started reviewing the news and issues of the day.

"My Lords, what questions the small council needs to discuss?" Robert said, and the cockless wonder answered, "Your Grace, there are many reports from Essos: it seems that something is happening in Ibben, apparently the shadow council that ruled there has decided to crown a new God King after countless centuries; the priests of the Great Whale believes a new age of struggle has arrived."

"A God King? They are very pretentious, I see." Renly interrupted, but before he could add one of his damn quips, Robert said, "Alright, let's continue, let them lick their God King's boots if they wish." Varys resumed his speech, "An announcement has been made by the Azure Emperor Bu Gai of Yi Ti, the empire is mobilising its legions in defence of the Five Forts, which are under attack from a new Great Warlord of the Grey Clansmen that hails from the Bloodless City, his domain expands from Bonetown to the Cannibal Sands."

Bonetown? The Bloodless City? Who chose this names, the Darkstar?

"But the most troubling happening is the silence from Leng. I do not know if this piece of information is real, but apparently no one has left the island, and everyone who tries to enter never returns."

That is troubling if true. Still, it has to be some exaggeration; sailors tend to magnify everything.

"Did anything of note happen here in Westeros?" Robert asked, and Renly took the lead, "Well, Victorian Greyjoy has announced that he will wage a Great Reaving. He urges all Ironborn to join him, to raid everything from Pentos to Asshai."

"As long as he doesn't harass our traders, I don't care. Next!" Robert bellowed; Lord Baelish stood up and said, "Your Grace, the preparations for Prince Joffrey's name day tourney proceed smoothly, and the Iron Bank has decided to fund it with their coffers. They only ask for future trade deals involving Ironwood and grain from the North and Reach, respectively." Robert nodded. Perhaps he could participate in the Melee; his old armour now fit him, even if it's still tight. These last weeks have been a blessing, it's been a long time since he felt so alive.

"Excellent! What are the prizes?" Robert asked, "Well, the most important competitions are as follows: the winner of the Melee ten thousand dragons, the archery competition five thousand for the first place and two for the second. The joust will have five, ten, and twenty thousand respectively for the third, second, and first place."

Robert smiled, "Good! It will be the greatest tournament in years!" A guard suddenly entered the door with a letter in hand, "Excuse the interruption, my Lords, a raven for Lord Renly has arrived." Renly gestured to come and took the missive. After reading, he spoke, "My Lords, it seems that all the storms of Shipbreaker's bay have suddenly stopped... the waters are calm, it never happened before."

What?

Robert didn't know what to say. He had never passed a night in Storm's End without a tempest raging outside.

Littlefinger broke the silence, "Ehm, perhaps we could take advantage of this unexpected occurrence; the Stormlands would benefit with a port in this major fiefdom. The crown could profit from such venture." Robert nodded, "Let's see first how long this situation continues. Anything else?"

Pycelle said, "Your Grace, one last thing, we have received a raven from Lord Stark." He handed the letter to Robert, which opened it, "I will read it in private if you excuse me, my Lords. This session of the small council is over; we will reassemble tomorrow after the luncheon." And so every member went his way, and Robert strode towards his chambers accompanied by Barristan.

It was good to hear from Ned; Robert missed his frozen face. Perhaps he could make a trip north as a part of a Royal Progress, there's no problem with that. He sat on his bed and read the letter.

What in the Seven Hells?

Robert was pale. The contents are beyond anything he expected. Gods, Brandon's hammer, legendary weapons are springing left and right, and now visions of the future and the Others too?

"BARRISTAN!" Robert bellowed, and the knight entered, "Yes, your Grace?" Robert handed him the letter, "Read this, and tell me what you think." As time passed, Selmy's face contorted in confusion, "This is... I know not how to absorb this..." Robert interjected, "There's a war coming, I've been feeling it in my bones for some time. I did not know who would be fighting, but now my ideas are clear." He continued, "Ned would never lie on such matter. He would rather shit himself in front of all his vassals." As Robert finished, there was a knock on the door, "Enter!" He barked. It was Svemir, the man had a cryptic look on his face, "Your Grace, there is an important matter we need to settle, may you follow me? Bring your brothers too." Robert nodded and left his room.

He was now standing beside Teeth Grinder and Sword Swallower on the great balcony of the Red Keep. It was more of a garden, with many flowers and plants from the Reach, and it had a great view of all King's Landing. Robert noticed a terrific storm in the distance, but Svemir interrupted his thoughts, "Your Grace, the time has come. We must do an ancient ritual to commune with the Gods; it is for the greater good." Robert nodded, but he could see the cynical looks of his brothers. Svemir turned towards the storm and started chanting, it seemed a strange dialect of the old tongue, and he could not decipher the meaning. Slowly the storm started approaching, and Robert started feeling uneasy, he could sense the tension on Stannis too, but Renly somehow managed to maintain his looks.

After various minutes Svemir started shouting the words, great winds began to blow, and Robert steadied himself and held on to his brothers. Thunderbolts descended on the horizon, and Robert recalled that godsforsaken day, when his parents died in the shipwreck. Even Stannis cried, and it was his last time too. Suddenly, a lightning bolt struck them, and everything blacked out.

Robert opened his eyes. The floor under was strangely soft, so he rose and scanned his surroundings. Robert's eyes widened, was he standing on... a cloud? Stannis and Renly woke up simultaneously and were just as confused as him.

The cloudscape was immense. Robert could not see the end of the bloody thing; he could still hear the sound of thunder, which meant they were on top of the storm. "What by the Seven is this?" Renly said, "Are we in the Heavens?"

"Nay, but you guessed close enough." An unknown voice said, and as they turned around, Robert saw the tallest man he'd ever seen. He sported long black hair and a well-trimmed beard. His garbs were odd; it was a singular piece of wool cloth draped over his shoulders and body.

"Who are you?" Asked Renly, "Boy, who do you think lives on a stormy cloud? I will give you a hint. People call me with two words: one starts with S and the other with G."

"You are the Storm God?" Stannis answered, "Correct! It seems at least one has a functioning brain. Leaving out the irony, aye, I am the Storm God. I believed it was time for us to meet; things are moving faster than I predicted."

Others take me, I don't even know what to believe anymore. All of this bloody business is surreal.

Robert was not the only one whose faith in the Seven was questioned; both Renly and Stannis were paralysed. He concluded that the Storm God might be the most insensible of all the deities in this forsaken world, as he continued with his speech without considering their shock. "First of all, we are related. All of you bear the blood of my daughter, Elenei, that makes me your many times Great-Grandfather."

At this point, Robert couldn't get even more stunned. Related to a God? Elenei truly existed and gave her cunt to his ancestor? Perhaps fucking women was in house Baratheon's blood.

"Secondly, I need you three to start working together. I know there's bad blood, but please, this is for the greater good; Durran's dynasty must stay united for the future struggles." He then pointed his index towards each of them, "Robert, you are strong and charismatic, you led entire armies towards victory, and the common people love you for your generosity. Stannis, you are just, and your will is harder than Valyrian steel. Renly, your charm and elegance won over many important individuals; few could boast such an achievement."

"What I am saying is that you three are made to complement each other, a kingdom could be run perfectly with such synergy. Put your differences apart for the time being, for the good of humanity."

Robert could see sense in his words. Since he met Ned, he neglected his relationship with his actual brothers, and perhaps this was the right time to mend it. Robert looked toward Stannis. He had slighted him for too long, and he was starting to feel bad for his actions.

"You are the Champions of the Dawn. It is your duty to protect Man from the menaces of the new Long Night. This will not be the last time we meet, my Great-Grandnephews." The Storm God said, and Robert grinned, "It was an honour, but I have a question, do you have a true name?"

"Aye, my name is Urragon. You are my descendants, 'tis your right to now my true name. Farewell! Until next time!"

The three woke up where they were before, but Svemir was gone. Stannis was the first to speak, "I will retire to my chambers. There's much to think on." Robert and Renly nodded and left the balcony.

Jon Arryn

Jon entered his chambers after a long day of work. He had to solve a dispute between Lord Rykken and Staunton regarding the ownership of an expanse of arable lands. If Jon hadn't been there to defuse the situation, there might have been a conflict between the two Crownlander houses. He also witnessed the most terrific storm he'd ever seen in King's Landing; at least the people of Flea Bottom would have free water for some days.

Jon believes he has made the final connection on the children's matter. All clues tend to accuse Jaime Lannister of being the complicit associated with the queen. Incest... what do they think they are, Targaryens? Nonetheless, he needs to recover Robert's bastard from Tobho Mott, perhaps even the baby from Lord Baelish's whorehouse.

But before he could lay on his bed to sleep, something made the hairs on the back of his head stand up. He looked frantically around the room, and then a sudden burst of light blinded him. His vision adjusted, and before him, a figure manifested.

"Hail, Jon Arryn, do not be afraid." It said, "I come to bring an important message from the Seven Faced God."

Jon felt his knees fail. The figure was probably the most beautiful man he had ever lain his eyes upon: platinum blond hair adorned him as if it was a crown, his blue eyes were brighter than aquamarine, and he wore a pale cloth, whiter than the clouds. He was a Great Spirit, an extension of the will of the Seven.

"They have decided in bestowing to you the undertaking of finding seven pious knights, so that the Seven may be represented in the Battle for the Dawn."

Jon couldn't accumulate the strength to answer, so he just nodded. "You will know when one is before you; keep them close so that the Seven may do their task. Seven blessings to you, Jon Arryn. Luck will be on your side." The Great Spirit then disappeared. Jon breathed heavily and got on his bed. When his eyes closed, he dreamed that strange voice again.

"Find them... champion the Seven..."

Alright, new chapter done!

So, the Seven will actually be important in this story (Surprise!), and I will add in some original lore in since George didn't bother expanding it too much.

Also, I expect Daenerys having a chapter in the new future, but I need to clear some elephants in the room first.

As always, hope you enjoyed this new chapter, have a nice day!