From Extinction to Glory
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Chapter 3:
"My king, your Hand Jon Arryn has given the world his final breaths." One of the Lannister retainers spoke to him.
Robert looked around the dreary castle halls of the Red Keep bringing only despair and further disappointment. Ever since his so-called Usurpation, there have not been any moments of happiness. His long love was lost during his rebellion. Robert seemingly believing Lyanna Stark would be saved after defeating Prince Rhaegar. However, at the conclusion of such war, it ended in the death of the love of his life and the burdening responsibilities of being king of the Seven Kingdoms. Something he tried to avoid by drinking his life away and proceeding to give seeds to whores all over the Seven Kingdoms.
To make matters worse, his supposed wife and Queen Cersei was the coldest woman he had ever met. He had penetrated her cunt perhaps only a select few amounts of time. Which brought his offspring Joffrey, Tommen, and Myrcella. After giving birth to Tommen, Cersei wanting no part of the King had closed her legs ever since. That wasn't the only worrying and dreadful thing he was experiencing in King's Landing but the castle also being infested with Lannisters.
"We must call a council to decide what our next course of action should be." Robert responded finally sounding something like a King. The Lannister retainer bowed and proceeded down the halls to no doubt alert his Queen and the rest of the council members.
Robert walked to the Great Hall and began looking at the Iron Throne created out of infused swords, he could only view it as a curse. Years before the rebellion he had been known as a force to be reckoned with, strong and mighty with his Warhammer. Now he was a shell of his former self. No longer being strong or mighty, now fat and lazy.
He lazily sat on the Iron Throne still noticing how uncomfortable it was to sit on. The members of the small council slowly beginning to trickle in one by one hearing of the news of his former Hand Jon Arryn and the summon of a Small Council meeting. Queen Cersei marching in with Jamie Lannister and the rest of the Kingsguard following her and preparing to stand watch.
"My King, my deepest condolences on the death of the Hand Jon Arryn but also to your friend." Petyr Baelish said as he bowed his head before sitting in his own seat.
Petyr Baelish was a small and thin man. The small man's nose and face shape was sharp looking like a scavenger preparing to look for his next meal. His hair the color and combination of gray and black. The eyes of a cunning and manipulative monstrosity as it seemed that every action he committed was calculated with no resentment or guilt lingering within his eyes.
The rest of the council muttering the same rehearsed apologies knowing they could care less about the Hand of their maligned King. His Queen only placing a hand on Robert's shoulder. Even with the kind gesture Robert could feel and sense it was not a genuine form of affection. It felt more like pity rather than condolences.
"We need a new Lord to take the Position of your Hand my king." Lord Baelish pressed. His eyes seemingly glinting with pride.
"I have been thinking of that Littlefinger. I have decided that my next Hand shall be Lord Eddard Stark from the North." He casually stated as the rest of the council stirred in their seats unable to comprehend of not choosing someone from his own House or rather someone from House Lannister.
"My King, I think it's more prudent to choose a much more qualified candidate for such an important position." Cersei complained as she looked at her fat and lazy husband.
"I agree with the Queen." Varys said. Varys a eunuch and known as the spider and the Master of Whisperers had himself enveloped in every plot or rather all sources of information. Anything that transpired in the realm was already known by Varys.
"Are you questioning my judgement Cersei." Robert responded angrily as his bloodshot eyes from being inebriated looked on with a sense of fury.
"Of course not, my King, I was only merely suggesting. If you believe that Lord Stark is the best option than I have faith in your judgement." Cersei easily lied. Deep down harboring resentment for her husband being naive and incompetent.
"Then it's settled. I will travel to the North along with my Queen in entourage to the North to formally ask my good friend Eddard to accept the position." Before anyone could respond Robert was already dismounting the Iron Throne his arse hurting and making his way to his chambers with a trio of whores ready for him.
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A few months had passed and the only significant news to Lord Jackson and Ser Berin Cave in Braavos was that the Hand of King Robert had died mysteriously. Percy had deduced that the source from within the Small Council of the King had taken the matter into their own hands as they decided to kill the Hand of the King rather than King Robert themselves. Which brought Percy to where he was now looking for further information on any new information occurring in Westeros, whether that be the name of the new Hand or if any nobles from Westeros had arrived to Braavos.
"That was a magnificent ride my Lord." Anara broke the silence through breaths of exhaustion as she laid next to the banished lordling of House Jackson.
"Agreed. Now can I get the information I was looking for? I would have paid you if you would've accepted my money." Percy responded as he rolled over to look at the nude whore. Anara meanwhile looking in awe at the sixteen-year-old.
When he was inside her she could only feel pleasure and the tightness of his muscles as her hands were placed on his chest. Anara loved his calloused hands as he would grab her waist during the act of pleasure, that was her favorite part, his roughness. She was overly infatuated with the young man as she could only feel love for him even though she knew he didn't see her in the same light. His seed still feeling divine inside her which only further warmed her to the core. She looked at a treasure she could not possess, a talented and handsome warrior that could bring any whore and Lady to his feet.
"Lord Jackson no money would have sufficed. I wanted to mount and ride you like a destrier. You're much too beautiful for me to resist." Anara said looking into the swirling sea green eyes of the young Lord. The eyes enveloping anyone who came into contact with them, seemingly drowning anyone in the pleasure of witnessing them and even perhaps being sucked into a whirlpool of magnificent color.
"You know it's a crime to coerce a noble into doing your bidding." Perseus said jokingly looking at her.
Percy wasn't much into pleasure for the most part. Unless it came during a time of great need in which he could no longer hold it back. But he always came to Anara for that reason, she was beautiful and yet so warm albeit being bedded by many men, she still withheld a soft tightness to her. However, most of the time he came to her was for information. Many lords from Westeros would sometimes travel from their own lands to Braavos and into the Iron Bank looking for funds.
"Well I haven't slept with any men from Westeros, at least not any of them that had mentioned it. However, one of other workers in the brothel had encountered a particular man hailing from King's Landing. Apparently going to the Iron Bank. He had told the whore he had been sleeping with that he was borrowing money for a tournament in King's Landing." Anara finished as she continued to look into Perseus's eyes which seemed to darken and achieve a faraway look, deep into thought.
Percy got up from the soft and cushioned bed made of feathers and proceeded to put on his tunic, breaches, and leather boots. As Anara looked at him, she could only marvel at how handsome and perfect he was. As if the creator of the Titan of Braavos had created Perseus into a human being. Despite being sixteen he was taller than most men of Braavos standing two inches over six feet tall. His broad shoulders packed with the perfect blend of muscle, not overly bulky and yet slim enough to make him look his age. His skin complexion a perfect mixture of pale and tan from the scorching sun. His black hair messy yet somewhat tidy from the sea breeze and wild illustrating how he was in battle.
"Thank you. Where do I leave the coins?" Perseus asked pulling a small pouch of coins from inside his tunic.
"You can leave them on the bed." She responded rather sadly, starting to miss the warmth of the lordling.
Percy tossed the pouch of coins onto the bed before turning around and leaving the room and leaving the brothel in Purple Harbor. Purple Harbor known for its top of the line brothels and alehouses. A tourist attraction for everyone in Westeros and all the other Free Cities. A perfect center for information.
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"Eddard you know well what the king is coming up North for, don't you?" Catelyn Stark warned the Warden of the North.
"Of course, I do. Perhaps since I look like a warrior doesn't necessarily mean I only behave like one." He responded unable to face her.
"You must say no. Look what happened to Jon Arryn. That was no accident. He was killed, such treachery awaits in King's Landing Ned. You cannot leave me a widow or let your children go without a father." She lectured him as she grasped his rough hand hoping he would change his mind.
"Catelyn he's my beloved friend and King, I can and will not turn him away. He needs my help; he is surrounded by venomous vipers and the Lannisters who can backstab him at any point if given the opportunity." He began pacing around the room realizing he would also be stepping in such a predicament.
"Listen to yourself Eddard, do not speak delusions. His wife is Cersei Lannister perhaps the coldest and ruthless Lannister second to only her father. I doubt she would kill her husband just for the sake of doing so." Catelyn tried to reason with Ned however she also disbelieved in her own words.
"You were not present Catelyn at King's landing. That oath breaking Jamie Lannister killed the previous king without hesitation. His house and he himself had sworn an oath to fight for the Mad King and yet he disregarded that by murdering him." Ned replied shaking in anger. He despised the Lannisters for their treachery, he himself would have died for his King if he had sworn an oath. Catelyn hugged her husband trying to calm him down as he hugged her back.
"We must prepare an adequate feast and banquet for our King. We must welcome him with open arms." Ned broke the silence as he exited his chambers and went to tell his staff to begin preparations.
Ned was still indecisive on his decision, but he was leaning towards responding with accepting the position. However, he knew that his arrival into King's Landing wouldn't be with open arms. He expected enemies as soon as he set foot into the Red Keep. He would have to navigate the dangers of politics and politicians hopefully resembling a politician himself. His son Robb would have to take his responsibility of guarding the North, him being the new Warden of the North. Robb although very young had a warrior's heart and was intelligent in his own right. Ned had no doubt he would make a find Warden…
Authors Note: So, another introductory chapter sort of at least. I want to slowly delve into Percy crossing the Narrow Sea into Westeros. Also, I will go into what Dany is doing in the next chapter. I will try to keep in mind the Pairings you guys have offered me and will try to decide later on into the story. However, I will not be doing Annabeth for this story. Percy's demigod power will be explained in further chapters.
Also, I'm iffy about Myrcella as a pairing option considering the age difference :(
But I don't know if I can bump the age but ehh we'll see.
Also, I like writing shorter chapters because longer ones give me writers block.
I'm giving the point total for the Pairing so far based on the reviews given.
Percy X Sansa- 2
Percy X Dany- 2
Percy X Margaery- 2
Percy X Myrcella- 1
Percy X Arianne Martell- 1