AN: So, I just remembered as I was writing this that Davos has kids.
Bit of an early release this time. I finished my paper finals, now I just have online tests and then I am done with this year of college!
TRYSTANE
KING'S LANDING- RED KEEP- THRONE ROOM
Trystane was brought from Sunspear with his captors all the way to King's Landing. He was never put in chains, but he also had no less than five men with him at all times. Even as he was escorted to the Red Keep, he had seen the crowds of Smallfolk cheering at his capture.
He was brought into the throne room, and there sat King Robert. He was fatter than the stories Trystane had been told, but he was still an imposing figure.
Robert spoke of many things that Trystane failed to understand. Something about border changes, taxes on certain things, and so forth.
"Your sister has abandoned her Kingdom. As punishment, it is no longer her future to rule it. With your brother Quentyn dead, and your father heading to the Wall after a year, you are as of this moment, the Prince of Dorne. I wish it could have been under better circumstances." Robert spoke.
Trystane felt his heart stop.
He knew Arianne was gone, but Quentyn was dead? And Father was heading to the Wall. Maester Caollete had spoken about the Wall. He called it a relic of an old superstition that served no purpose any longer if it ever did at all. Was he to be all alone?
"As for your cousins." Robert continued. Apparently oblivious to Trystane's inner turmoil. "The ones we have as prisoners shall be spared from any harm. The rest? They must bend the knee and swear fealty. If they do so, no harm will come to them. If not, then I can not guarantee their safety. And should they actually move against me or the people, I will not prevent anyone from defending themselves."
So the younger Sand Snakes were safe. At least there was that. He knew that Tyene had left, and Sarella had gone a while ago, but the others had gone with Arianne. He had no idea where any of them were.
The king kept talking for a while, but most of it went over Trystane's head. Though the crowd of knights and lords would occasionally cheer for the king.
Eventually, he was brought out of the throne room, and escorted to his father's rooms/prison.
The two embraced. The last family they each had.
Even that was only temporary.
TYWIN
KING'S LANDING-RED KEEP-LANNISTER QUARTERS
Tywin was working on some papers that had been sent from the Westerlands. While his cousins and Genna could handle most of the tasks of ruling the Westerlands, some long term decisions still had to be made or approved by him. It was a welcome distraction.
Tywin's opinions were...mixed to say the least. On the one hand, he reminded everyone of the Power of House Lannister. Oh sure, the crown was credited with the win, but most of the fighting was done with Lannister men. While not as thorough as Castamere, it was a much larger scale. Any who thought that they had too many allies to lose to the lion would be shown they were mistaken. And Dorne's grudge with the Lannisters was essentially dealt with. Tywin doubted they would be a threat again in however long he had left.
On the other hand, the boons he was expecting were not present. Princess Arianne had fled to Norvos, and Robert had stripped her of her title. So he was stuck with an unmarried Tyrion. He had also lost Ser Gregor. The Mountain was becoming more of a nuisance than a resource, but it was the principle of the loss.
He heard a knock on the door.
"Enter." He commanded as he finished signing that specific order. He looked up just in time to see Ser Boros Blount open the door, and Cersei walk in.
"Father." She said with a perfect curtsy. Even when she came to complain, she was the perfect image of a highborn lady, just as he had hoped. A pity she did not act like one.
"I doubt you came by to exchange pleasantries. What do you want." Tywin said, cutting through Cersei's pose.
Her face turning from one of polite gentleness into one filled with more rage than fear, she spoke. "What are you going to do about Robert's decision? It can not stand!"
Ah, of course. He had been expecting this. He was actually a bit surprised that it took her so long to seek him out. Of course part of that was that Joffrey's banishment had been kept specifically from her by both Pycelle and Varys, with the ladies present in the city told not to tell her. Really Cersei needed better spies if it had taken her so long to learn what was common knowledge for the rest of the city.
"What shall I do about it? Nothing. The boy is directly responsible for an attempt on his father's life. Robert is well within his rights to punish the boy, and were it me in his place, I would not be so lenient as Temporary banishment." Tywin replied.
"He is your grandson! The future King." Cersei pointed out.
"Aye. And if the stories I have heard are true, then I fear for the future where he becomes King as he is." Tywin countered.
That made Cersei take a step back. She tried to recompose herself. "He is a willful boy, but-"
"Joffrey has three years to grow up. Mayhaps being away from his royal origins will give him some perspective. If not, then Tommen shall become king." Tywin interrupted her, hoping to end the conversation.
Cersei had a blank look on her face before what Tywin said seemed to sink in. "Tommen? He's too soft to be King. Our enemies will walk all over him. Joffrey is the one strong enough to keep them in line."
It continued on like this for several minutes. Then, Tywin finally got cowed Cersei into submission. Once she left, Tywin sighed.
Suddenly, there was another knock on the door.
"Enter." Tywin commanded for the second time, wondering who it was.
"Lord Tywin. I was looking for you."
Tywin was honestly shocked at who he saw. Standing before him was Quenton Greyjoy, a distant cousin of the main Greyjoy line. He had come to King's Landing as a representative of the Iron Islands after House Farwynd managed to capture Quentyn Martell and deliver him to Oldtown.
"For what purpose?" He asked the man. It was always difficult to deal with IronBorn. Never knew when they would turn on their allies.
"As you know, Lord Balon is on his way here to be rewarded for his plan. When he gets here, there is a certain request he has for his service."
"Really? A decade ago he was trying to kill both myself and King Robert. Now he has something he wants us to do for him?" Tywin retorted.
"Oh it is a relatively simple thing. In fact, it could actually give you power over Balon. You understand I would not be saying that lightly." Quenton replied.
That piqued Tywin's curiosity.
"What exactly is this request Balon is asking for?" Tywin was asked.
Quenton told him,
EDDARD
RED KEEP-KING'S SOLAR
"So then, how much is left to do?" Ned asked his king.
Robert sighed. "More than I want to do, less than you would think. The largest thing left is how to reward the lords and men who fought. Some of whom are easier to please than others."
"Like who?" Ned asked.
"Well, Lord Beric Dondarion is to be rewarded by having his house's lands be expanded all the way to the Boneway. He tried to say he did not need it, but he was too significant to not reward. He also took on a new squire after getting in a fight with another knight about his usefulness. He also expressed a desire to just return home and mourn for his betrothed and her family. Not that I can blame him.
Then there is Randyll Tarly. He is trying to claim that since he took Blackmont and killed it's lord, he deserves it through right of conquest."
Ned racked his brain for a moment. "Blackmont does not have a lord. It is ruled by Lady Larra."
"Aye, but he thinks that her son was the lord, even though he was the second child. Completely dismissing her daughter's claim."
"Why does he even want a second keep, he forced his heir out." Ned said. He had informed Robert of Randyll's actions regarding Sam when he first got here, but Robert pointed out that they needed his men for the war.
"I know, I know. I have an idea for how to handle him later, but I need time to set it up. It's just a lot of everything right now. Sure you can not stay?" Robert asked.
Several of the lords had departed back to their own keeps and lands. Ser Davos had stepped down as Master of Ships and returned to Dragonstone yesterday. Stannis had been shifted from Master of War back to Ships as before.
Ned sighed. "Would that I could, but the North needs me. I'm sure Robb has been doing well ruling in my stead, and I doubt Car has let him make too many mistakes, but he is still a boy on the cusp of manhood."
Robert laughed. "Heh, let him enjoy it while it lasts."
"Exactly." Ned agreed.
"Well then, I should really find excuses to get you down here more often." Robert jested.
"I am yours to command Your Grace." Ned said with a grin. Robert embraced his old friend in a hug.
Mere hours later, Ned was back on the Manderly ships with the rest of the Northmen, ready to depart for home.
It was not all good however. Jory had turned sullen and silent after learning that the Sack of Sunspear was not ordered by Robert. Not only had he killed people who were just defending themselves, but fifteen Northerners had died in the Sack, among them Desmond and Alyn. Ned knew the toll of seeing your friend's corpses after a battle. Their bodies had been prepared and were on the ships to be returned to their families.
And so, Ned Stark and the Northern forces departed for White Harbor, ready to put the problems of the south behind them.
DAVOS
WATERS OF DRAGONSTONE
It was good to be heading back to Dragonstone.
Davos had felt out of place in King's Landing. He had constantly heard whispers about how he was the only one who ever bribed Stannis. Which was in no way true, but while people could understand rewarding him with a knighthood, less were understanding of him becoming Master of Ships. He had heard everything from him giving Stannis secret pirate treasure, to being Stannis' lover.
For old time's sake, he had decided to head back to Flea Bottom. Of course, he had brought guards with him. He was nostalgic, not suicidal.
He actually remembered the way, and recognized some things from his childhood. He even found the house he had grown up in. There was no door, and there were a bunch of drunks passed out inside, so not much had changed. His family had died while he was on the Cobblecat, so there were no people he really remembered well enough that he wanted to see. Most of his friends of youth would be either dead or in cells.
Even still, he could tell that he was no longer a part of Flea Bottom. The people there looked at him like he did to the hedge knights when he was a boy. Like someone who could never understand their hardships.
But now that was all behind him. Now he was heading back to Dragonstone. Once there, he could see most of his boys, and then Stannis would likely let him head back to Cape Wrath to see Marya and Stannis and Steffon. It had been far too long.
Soon, he saw the familiar jut of land that was Dragonstone from a distance. Davos grinned at a rather quick but still successful journey.
Within a few hours, the ship was heading into port, but Davos noticed a strange feeling on the back of his neck. It took him a moment, but he realized what it was.
There were no sailors or port workers in the bay. Dragonstone may not be a hub of trade like King's Landing or Lannisport, but it still had ships both of their own and from traders. There should have been at least a few dozen men out taking care of the ships, but they were all empty.
Once Davos' Black Betha was properly tied down by his own crew, they began looking around. One of the boys yelled that he found someone, and Davos saw it was the Harbor Master, Aenys Seaeyed. Davos checked the man's body. He still had a pulse, but he would not open his eyes.
"Keep looking for more people. I will head to the Castle and get the Maester." He ordered his crew.
After a minute of looking, he found the stable still had horses in it. There, the stablehand's bodies were found. Once again, they were alive, but unresponsive. Not only that, the horses appeared to be not starved, but definitely hungry. Davos had to feed one before he could mount it.
Davos rode up to the Keep. Along the way he saw more and more bodies, and while he did not check them, he assumed they were all alive.
He rode right into the Keep, and saw that the guards were all on the floor as well.
But there were scorch marks here.
Davos checked every room. In each he found more bodies. He found Maester Cressen and Ser Imry were found together in the Maester's room. Even Patchface was found face down in the kitchens.
Davos also found Dale and Shireen in the lady's room. He tried to wake them, but it was no good. He found his other sons in various places in the castle.
In the end, there were only three people he knew should be there that were not.
Lady Selyse, who should be there as Stannis' wife.
Ser Axell, who was Castellan in charge of the castle while Stannis was away.
And Melisandre.
JON
THE NECK-KINGSROAD
"And here we are. Welcome to the Neck," Jon announced to Dryn and Ygritte as they left the Kingsroad and got on a less maintained side road.
"So this is a swamp." Dryn said. "I don't think I've ever seen this much water not be frozen."
"Actually this is a bog. The swamp areas are further in. The Kingsroad goes through the least dangerous parts of the bog, but does not go to Greywater Watch." Jon explained. In truth, that was just what he had learned. He had never been to Greywater Watch himself. This is as far south as Jon has memory of going.
"Best be careful now." Derryck called out as he rode in the front. "We are about fifty miles from home, but it will be the most treacherous fifty miles of the journey. I will be in the front, and Gared will be behind you so he can see if anything happens."
It was definitely slower now than before. It was high noon when they arrived at the Neck, and by the time the sun was setting, Jon thought he could still see outside of the bog if he focused.
They set up camp, only this time finding a clearing that Gared said was a rest stop specifically for being in the Neck at night, either returning or hunting. After checking the area for Lizard-lions-they found one, and Jon heard a shriek that reminded him of Sansa, only to see it was Dryn who screamed, much to Ygritte's glee- and many other animals either poisonous or just dangerous, they set started a fire.
"Leave at sunrise, we should reach Greywater between noon and sunset." Derryck explained.
After resting for the night, the party awoke with the sun. They rode their horses until they came across a river.
"Is this the Green Fork?" Jon asked, remembering the maps of the North and Westeros.
"Aye. This is where that river all starts. From here it flows all the way south passed the Twins and Saltpans, and into the Bay of Crabs. Here, we wait." Gared spoke.
"Wait? Wait for what?" Ygritte asked.
"You'll see. We can leave the horses. Someone can take care of them until you depart." Derryck said.
And so they waited.
Having nothing better to do, Jon took out his deck and began going through it. He did not have any other cards on hand to switch out, but sometimes he just liked to look at the artwork that depicted the cards. Sometimes he even came up with new strategies that he could try in actual duels.
"What you got there Snow? Never seen that card before." Ygritte asked, looking over his shoulder.
"Hmm? I am actually not sure myself. It was one of the original cards in my deck." Jon explained.
"And you've never used it?" Ygritte asked.
"Look at it. You have any idea how hard this thing is to summon? I usually use it for when I have to discard a card from my hand for an effect." Jon explained.
Before Ygritte could respond, Derryck yelled out. "They're here!"
Jon and Ygritte looked up at the river, and saw about a dozen or so small boats approaching. Leading them was a girl with dark hair who looked to be about Jon's age.
"Greetings. I am Meera Reed, daughter of Lord Howland. We have been ordered to bring you to Greywater Watch." She explained.
After loading their supplies on the boats, the party split between them and headed off for Greywater Watch. Derryck and Gared in one boat, and Jon, Dryn and Ygritte in the one with Meera.
VISERYS
PENTOS- OUTSIDE A RANDOM BAR
Viserys felt the sun burn his eyes before he even opened them. Using his hand to shade himself, he tried to get his bearings. And remember what happened last night.
The latter half was obvious. It was the same thing that had happened almost every night since he had learned Dorne was doomed. He had gone to someplace that served drinks, drunk himself into a stupor and passed out after running out of money. For most, that would be a sign of bitterness, and it was, but to Viserys it had a practical application as well.
It quieted the voice.
When he was drunk, he could not make sense of the voice, and it faded into the background. While he was unconscious, he did not hear the voice, only the strange comforting...Viserys did not know what it was exactly. A soft roar? A purr? A growl? Whatever it was, it was better than the voice.
Even as his hangover was assaulting his mind, he could still hear the voice of his father.
Meaning, right now, he needed to head back to Illyrio's, grab more money, and then head back out again to quiet the voice down.
'Look at me. A King succumbing to drunken stupor just to run away from his faults.' Viserys thought to himself.
Which brought him back to the first task, getting his bearings.
He looked through the dyed black hair that was both his disguise and covering his face. He did not recognize any of the shops or buildings in the area, but if he walked West, he knew he would eventually reach the port. That he would recognize and be able to use to find his way back to the Manse.
Checking the sun, which was just rising, he started heading west.
It took him almost two hours, due to taking side roads and making sure he knew where he was going, but he eventually reached the harbor. By this time his head had cleared, and the voice dominated his mind.
'WEAK' 'FAILURE' 'NO TRUE SON' 'NO BETTER THAN A BASTARD' 'YOU ARE NO RHAEGAR'
All these thoughts were being yelled directly into his brain by his father's voice. No longer the kind voice he had always known. Now it was a corrupted evil version of it. Not at all like his father had been in life.
'HAVE YOU GIVEN UP ON VENGEANCE? HAVE YOU ABANDONED YOUR FAMILY?' the voice asked. That was its most common phrase.
"No." He answered in a whisper. "Never. Even if it is all in vain."
"Oi! You okay there friend?" A voice called out in the real world, putting a hand on Viserys' shoulder.
Viserys turned to look at the man.
He was obviously a Westerosi, going by his voice and appearance, probably a Reach man. He wore a cloak and was about average height.
"I'm fine." Viserys told the man and tried to walk again.
Only for another man to be standing in his way.
At this moment, Viserys realized there were no people on the street besides them.
'Shit.' he thought to himself.
"Well that's good for you, but I am afraid we need you to be less fine for us. King Robert will make us lords, so we are gonna need to take you with us." The first man said.
Viserys felt his heart stop. The Usurpers daggers. He had ran from them for so long, even he doubted they were still after him some days. But here they were.
"Not without a fight." Viserys muttered as he jumped to the side, but was boxed in by the two. All of them summoned their Duel Disks.
Before the duel started, An alert appeared on it.
2V1 DUEL INITIATED. VISERYS T. AS THE SINGULAR DUELIST YOU MAY CHOOSE.
-YOUR OPPONENTS SHARE 4000 LIFE POINTS
-YOU HAVE 8000 LIFE POINTS
"What the Fuck?!" The second assailant yelled. "I never seen this before."
'Well that is an unexpected boon.' Viserys thought.
Which to choose?
"Uh, They share 4000." Viserys spoke.
ACCEPTED. ORDER OF TURNS SHALL GO AS SUCH
VISERYS-TOMARD-VISERYS-TYCHO
TOMARD AND TYCHO SHARE FIELD SPACE.
VISERYS CAN NOT ATTACK UNTIL TYCHO HAS HAD A TURN
DUEL COMMENCING
V: 4000 T2: 4000
"Alright then. We may as well begin." Viserys said as he drew his hand. "Prepare to face the wrath of The Dragon." He said, trying to intimidate the two assailants.
"I shall go then. And I set a monster face down, and then I play one card face down as well. That is all." Viserys said as he ended his turn.
He had to be careful. On the one hand his opponents were surprised they shared a field and Life Points. On the other, they still outnumbered him and if Tomard kept a monster on the field Tycho could summon his stronger monsters quicker.
"My move then." Tomard announced as he drew.
"First, I play block defense, revealing what your monster is by forcing it into attack mode."
A giant white X appeared on the field, and forced Viserys' Golem Dragon, and forced it to change from its defense with 2000 points, to its attack with only 200.
"Now that I know what I am dealing with, I activate Foolish Burial, allowing me to send one card from my deck to the graveyard, and I choose my Laval Miller. Now, I summon Laval Blaster."
A monster made out of rocks appeared on the field. It had burning stones on its arms, and one red eye. It had 1200 attack points. More than enough to defeat Golem Dragon.
"Laval Blaster's ability activates. Since a Laval monster is already in the graveyard, I can discard the top five cards in my deck to the Graveyard as well. And for each Laval monster sent that way, he gains 200 more attack points." Tomard looked at the top five cards.
"Ha! Two of them were Laval. Laval Phlogis and Laval Cannon. That's 400 points. But Phlogis also powers up all Laval monsters on the field by 300 as well."
Blaster burned hotter, its attack rising to 1900.
"Now, attack his Golem Dragon." Tomard commanded.
Laval Blaster thrusted its arms at Golem Dragon, and let loose a torrent of flame at it. Only for a Piece of rusted metal wearing a helmet to appear and be melted in Golem's place.
"That is my trap, Scrap Iron Scarecrow. It stops one attack by getting in the way, and instead of being destroyed, it returns to the field face down." Viserys explained as the scarecrow reverted back into a face down card.
"Hn. I end my turn." Tomard grunted.
"My move again." Viserys said as he drew.
'Alright now, what can I do to-BURN THEM!' Viserys' thoughts were interrupted by the voice.
It was louder than usual. Viserys found himself clutching his head.
'THEY ARE A THREAT TO HOUSE TARGARYEN. BURN THEM TO ASH. KILL THEM AND THEN KILL THE USURPER.' He heard his father command.
'I was planning on it.' Viserys tried to reassure his father.
He looked at his hand.
"I play one card face down, then summon Armed Dragon Level 3!"
A small orange and grey dragon appeared on the field. It had only 1200 attack points.
"I will also switch Golem Dragon into Defense Mode. That will be it for now."
"My move then." Tycho spoke as he drew.
"I summon Solar Flare Dragon!"
A dragon made of fire and embers appeared on the field. It boasted 1500 attack points.
"Next, I activate the field spell card, Molten Destruction!"
Suddenly, the small hill they were dueling on seemed to explode. The molten lava that was said by some Maesters to be the cause of Valyria's downfall appeared out of it and covered the field.
Viserys winced internally as the lava collected around his feet.
"This increases all Fire monsters Attack by 500. Bringing my dragon up to 2000, and Blaster up to 2400. More than enough to take out your monsters. Now, Blaster, attac-"
"Scrap Iron Scarecrow! Cancel his attack!" Viserys cried out as he activated the card. Once again it appeared and blocked Blaster's attack.
"Ha! You think you were so clever? I wanted you to block his attack. Now that that is out of the way, Solar Dragon! I command you to attack his Armed Dragon!" Tycho announced.
Solar dragon flew forward and prepared to engulf Armed Dragon in flames, only to suddenly redirect the fire to Golem Dragon, who survived the flame attack.
"What just happened?" Tycho asked, confused.
"That would be Golem Dragon's ability. No dragon other than him can be attacked while he is on the field. That is why I cut off Blaster's attack so fast. Had you tried to attack Armed Dragon with him, Golem would have been destroyed." Viserys explained.
"I end my turn." Tycho said.
"My move then." Viserys drew.
Suddenly, Solar dragon shot forward and burned Viserys.
"Ahh!" Visery screamed.
"Ha!" Tycho laughed. "Solar Dragon's ability. At the end of my turn, you take 500 damage."
V: 3500 T2: 4000
'BURN THEM! BURN THEM TO ASH, SO THEY CAN NEVER HARM YOU AGAIN. SET THEIR VERY BLOOD ON FIRE.' The voice said in his head.
Then. Something strange happened. Armed Dragon growled, and the voice began to quiet down.
"As I was saying, my move." Viserys said again.
"Now that Armed Dragon has been face up for the standby phase, he gets to grow up! Say hello to Armed Dragon Level 5!"
Armed Dragon grew larger, his orange parts turning red, his grey turning black, and spikes growing on his body. Soon he was the size of one of the larger dragon skulls from Viserys' youth. It also now had 2400 Attack points.
"Now, I activate his ability. By discarding my Rare Metal Dragon, I can destroy one monster on the field with an attack equal or less than his. So say goodbye to Blaster!"
Armed Dragon's spikes shot forward, impaling Blaster and reducing the monster to rubble.
"Now, I summon Koumori Dragon in attack mode!"
The purple dragon swooped onto the field from the sky.
"Now then, Armed Dragon will attack your Solar Flare Dragon."
Armed dragon once again sent its spikes flying to impale its fellow dragon, reducing it to ash.
V: 3500 T2: 3600
"Now that that is out of the way, Koumori Dragon will attack you both directly."
Komouri dragon charged forward.
"Not so fast!" Tomard yelled. "My trap activates, Counter Gate. This card negates the attack, and allows me to draw a card. If it is a monster, then I can immediately summon it.
A doorway of shadow appeared and blocked Koumori Dragon's attack. Then, when Tomard drew, a monster jumped out of the doorway.
It was a red statue of a monster.
"I drew and summoned my Barrier Statue of the Inferno."
Viserys grunted. "Very well then, I end my turn with a face down. However, since my Armed Dragon managed to destroy a monster in battle, I can have him grow more!"
However, Viserys' command caused no change on the battlefield.
"Sorry, but as long as Inferno is on the field, no special summoning can happen unless it's a Fire monster. Your Dragon is Wind." Tomard said as he drew a card.
"Now then, I activate my Fissure, which will destroy your Golem Dragon."
A hole opened up under Golem Dragon, and he fell right into it.
"Next, I sacrifice my Inferno in order to summon Dragon Seeker."
A fiend appeared on the field. It looked to be sculpted out of rocks.
"Now I activate his ability. When he is summoned, I can destroy any dragon on your field. So say farewell to your Armed Dragon!"
Dragon Seeker ran forward, and sliced Armed Dragon to pieces.
"But that is not all. I can still use him to attack as well! So farewell Koumori Dragon!"
Dragon Seeker once again ran forward, and turned Koumori Dragon into just a corpse.
V: 3000 T2: 3600
"I play a face down and end my turn.
Viserys looked at the field. He was on his own against a monster with 2000 attack points. He needed to think of a way to defeat it and quickly.
With his dragons gone, the Voice began to grow louder.
'BURN THEM. BURN THEM ALL.'
Suddenly, another voice was heard.
'That is enough out of you.'
And, another chapter done.
Trystane is both too young and too scared to be paying much attention to Robert, but he is now in charge, even if Doran is heading there to finish off some repairs.
Tywin is bitter that he was unable to install a Lannister in Dorne, but the Ironborn claim to have a mutually beneficial plan. Will he listen? He also has to deal with Cersei, who has been successfully kept in the dark.
Ned is heading back to Winterfell now that the war is over, and Jory is conflicted over his own actions.
Davos heads back to Dragonstone, only to find everyone there in a coma.
Jon finally arrives at Greywater Watch with Dryn and Ygritte.
Finally, Viserys has been on a drinking binge since he heard about war with Dorne. When he is alone, he gets found by men who wish to present his corpse to Robert. He also has to deal with voices in his head. His coin is approaching its descent.
This is the first chapter of the Faith Militant arc, though it is more of a cleanup/ transitional chapter.
My outline for this fic reaches chapter 29, then I put this on the backburner and work on other stories.
Hope you are all taking care of yourselves. Feel free to comment. Have a good day.