From Extinction to Glory
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Chapter 4:
Daenerys was growing tired of travelling with such barbarians and savages. Her brother Viserys seemingly gifting her away to Khal Drogo in hopes for his allegiance in putting the Targaryen's back into the Iron Throne. Her brother was too naïve to understand however, as he didn't seem to understand that the Dothraki had never crossed the Narrow Sea in caution and fear of the unknown.
Her hindlegs and bottom starting to hurt after their departure from Pentos. Ser Jorah Mormont at her side seemingly more attached and loyal to her than Viserys the king Westeros has been long awaiting for. Her belly with a child as they traveled to Vaes Dothrak on Drogo's insistence.
"We are wasting time. Tell this animal and beast we are heading the wrong direction. We've been through Qohor and Norvos and yet he seems to not understand sense of direction." Viserys spat out with indignation.
"I would watch the tongue. Just because they do not comprehend our tongue does not mean they would hesitate to kill you." Ser Jorah replied although hoping one of the Dothraki would just kill the insignificant and infuriating Prince.
"I would watch your tongue Mormont or is that how you will speak to your future king." Viserys responded riding near the banished and exiled lord.
Viserys was insignificant in the way that he didn't look threatening in the slightest. What was once a promising heir to the Targaryen line had withered away to a gaunt and stiff man. His lilac eyes no longer holding that everlasting shine of courage and power the Targaryens exemplified. Fueled by greed and vanity the heir was foolish and weak. The façade and charades of being in control was transparent to anyone who could read that Viserys hid behind his family name rather than force people to respect him.
"Of course, my king, forgive me." Ser Jorah Mormont replied sarcastically.
"What's the point of traveling through all this terrain, Ser Jorah?" Dany asked as she couldn't help but feel tired. And hoping to stop the head aching conversation her brother was putting her through.
All the gifts given to her on her wedding day were traveling alongside her which proved to be a multitude of items. Her three decorated but fossilized dragon eggs were alongside her unmoving. She still held a lingering knowledge or rather hope they would hatch. For some unknown reason she knew that they would hatch, it was an inexplicable sense of knowledge as it seemed tucked alongside her mind.
"We are going to the sacred city of the Dothraki, known as Vaes Dothrak. This where all the Khal's of their Khalasar go to in terms of trading and worship. It is believed to be so sacred that weapons of any kind are prohibited within the sacred city and anyone defying those rules would be accused and of course killed because of their sacrilege." Ser Jorah Mormont finished as he looked directly at the lesser of the two Targaryens.
"I wouldn't dare leave my sword behind. In case these animals and savages were to ever to get more untamed I won't die with no weapon beside me." Viserys pridefully said as his sword was on his side.
"Of course, not my Prince." Jorah responded rapidly.
"What are we doing in a such a remote and barren landscape. Why did they not go worship their fake god at another time presumably after I had conquered Westeros." Viserys continued his little fantasy.
"Well Princess Daenerys is with child. Drogo would like to see the omens of his unborn child whether he will be destined for glory and greatness or will he perish as a meek and weak Dothraki." Ser Jorah finished as he continued to look through the barren landscape full of trees. If it weren't for the Dothraki they would be lost in such a desolate place.
"She is Princess no longer. She has lost that title after marrying the animal and bearing such an abomination. She will not hold the name Targaryen ever again." Viserys venomously responded. He would not have his sister be called Princes any longer. She would not jeopardize his right to rule, he will not have someone else have title of high standing that is Targaryen. Far as Viserys knew he was the only living Targaryen.
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He blocked another strike from the Bravos' in the alehouse. The Bravos' seemingly adept at the Water Dance as they continued to attack with precision and speed. The thin sword clinging and bending as it clashed with Valyrian steel. The thin swords crossed and etched closely to the rather light armored Percy.
"Lord Perseus I told you trouble always seems to find you." Ser Berin Cave lazily watched and sipped his ale from his seat as the rest of the clients of the alehouse continued to cheer and spill ale and wine all over the wooden floor.
"How come they don't attack you then?" Percy said through gritted teeth as he continued to parry against two Bravos' looking to make a name for themselves.
"Well you haven't exactly helped your cause. You for one love dueling and the adrenaline of a melee. I for one do not challenge over half the swordsmen in Braavos and win and expect not to get challenged or for my name not to be muttered through your fallen victims." Berin said as he continued to look humorously as the two young swordsmen attack his Lord.
"You got it all wrong! They challenged me, they put their finger on the hilt of their sword. You know my nature I will and will not ever back down a challenge." Percy said as he sliced his sword through the chest of one the swordsmen who fell to the wooden ground in pain as blood seeped through his lightly colored tunic.
"Well that's your fault for insulting them young Perseus. You didn't expect the Braavosi people to be weak, did you? They are renowned for their technique of the Water Dance. This is another reason I come to your drinking tidbits." Ser Berin laughed as his cheeks were flushed with red the ale tasting more profound by the drink.
"You're doing a poor damn job at it. You're sipping and drinking like a belligerent drunk. You're not helping at all… Whatever I could care less I do not need your help in this battle." Percy responded as he sliced his sword through the Bravo's abdomen as he fell next to his other fallen companion.
The two young Bravos couldn't have been older than Percy. Their tunics bright colored and their thin longswords looking newly forged as if never in use. Their scented greasy hair now soaked in blood. The smell of wine and ale masking the smell of the iron that blood seemed to emit. Percy looked at their glossy lifeless eyes before closing them and stepping over them to walk to Ser Berin Cave.
"Took you long enough. That was your slowest time Perseus. Usually they're wounded and fallen to the ground in the first minute. This particular duel took you about ten minutes." Ser Berin exaggerated.
"Well I have been drinking ale for the past hours. You cannot expect me to be in pristine shape after having a little drink" Perseus responded as he sat down next to his lordship's guard.
"We must keep thanking the Sealord for his off-handedness and rather docile laws. As long as our duels are after dark and of course in fairness we are not responsible for their deaths. Let's drink to that." Ser Cave raised his ale cup and bumped with his lord's as they laughed and continued to buy ale and wine for the entire tavern.
The next day Percy could only feel an insane headache come over him as his hangover and drunkenness had only begun. His head pounding with pain as he covered his eyes hoping the headache would subside. On the top, a nice and elegantly crafted wooden drawer was a cup of milk and bread. The food had been placed by his wet nurse as she helped both the drunk men stumble into their beds. Her job seemingly getting more difficult as this time Perseus was heavier and empty-headed.
As Percy took a bite out of his bread and began sipping the warm milk, he couldn't help but contemplate that his time in Braavos was coming to a close. His fun seemingly coming to an end. Instead of sleeping with ease and calmness, once he would reach Westeros, he would have to sleep with one eye open to make sure he wasn't assassinated by those plotting politicians. He could not and would not die such a dreary death.
He had heard from Tycho that Lord Eddard Stark the Warden from the North had been given and accepted the position of Hand of the King. His trek to King's landing seemingly being a month from the amount of people being transported back to the Capital. Percy's voyage ever inching closer. The rumors of a tournament in the name of the Hand of the King would be in order and that was when Percy would have to be present.
Contrary to Tycho's belief, Percy would not be foolhardy and ignorant enough to attack the Capital head on. That was a swift and devasting loss and defeat. Nothing would be more protected than a tournament in King's Landing. He would have to go back home to his abandoned castle, attempt to repair the castle to functionality. Percy would have to leave someone in charge of that, perhaps his wet nurse, he trusted her enough. While they were repairing his castle, he would join the tournament and show them that House Jackson is still very much alive and strong…
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"Ned you cannot let the cunning Prince marry our child. Sansa is to naïve to see that he's not who he is. He's not the nice and charming prince of her fantasy. He's a monster." Catelyn reiterated to Ned as he could only look at his wife with pity.
"I'm sorry, but I must Catelyn. I cannot turn down the king. We will be bound by House and allied to one another. It is best this way." Ned stroked Catelyn's tears as they dropped from the edge of her eyes.
"But why you must take both my girls. I understand Sansa because she is betrothed but why little Arya. She does not like the formalities of becoming a lady. She has your character Ned; you mustn't take her with you." Catelyn pleaded as she grabbed Ned's robust arms.
"Whether she wants to become a Lady or not, she will be accompanying me to King's Landing. Perhaps she will learn the nuances of those manners there. And perhaps she could marry an nice nobleman." Ned replied attempting to be the optimist.
"Alright Ned, but please take care of them. Take care of yourself as well. You cannot leave your son's or your daughters without a father. Especially not in such a poisonous place as King's Landing." Catelyn began walking with Ned as they escaped the nice and warm halls of Winterfell and into the chilly cold air in the courtyard.
Horses and the noise of men shouting could be heard as they mounted supplies and personal belongings onto the carriages. Lord Stark already given his farewell to his children Robb, Bran, and Rickon. They could be seen in the courtyard getting ready to give their farewells to the royal family.
"Ready Ned!" Robert his king yelled as he mounted the carriage and their entourage began to move outside the gates of Winterfell.
Ned gave one last loving kiss to Catelyn before embracing her lovingly. Catelyn closing her eyes and taking the scent of her husband who smelled of smoke and wind. Ned got onto his horse and gave one last wave before exiting Winterfell his home.
Author's note: it's been a while since I updated, I guess. So, this chapter has perspectives of various people and places just to bring progress to the story and where everyone is. I know some of the things I put into this story aren't canon, but I want my own little twist so yeah.
Percy is nearing his return. Dany is nearing her independence and Bran is not paralyzed. It's gonna be fun.
Count vote for Pairing -
Percy X Dany -9
Percy X Sansa - 9
Percy X Margaery -6
Percy X Myrcella - 3
Percy X Arianne Martell -2
So, Dany and Sansa are tied for first. Margaery a close second. With Myrcella not to far behind and Arianne Martell only one point behind.
I'll try to make each character interact with each other but we'll see who seems to be the right person. Keep voting.