The flames cut to a handful of hours that have passed, since Illumintar left. Robb was in his room now. He changed from traveling armor to his dining clothes. He wore red long pants with black shoes, while his white shirt was in his hands. Looking at the old remarkably clear mirror he saw and reminisced of his old healed wounds that were all across his chest.
Arrows that hit their marks, swords that came too close and magical burns from the neck up. If he saw all of this when he was younger his heart would start to ache. He looked like he had seen hell and lived to tell the tale.
"To think a fanatic did this, a mad man with the powers of evil Gods." He thought without moving his mouth.
Everyone was shocked at his level of scarring. Save the Lannisters themselves and the Greyjoy patriarch, his mother Catelyn sobbed because of the pain he must've been through but it was Arya that brought them to the real world.
"Wait, he didn't move his mouth when we heard him speak." Robert the king was actually the one to speak even though he was on his second cup of wine.
"The young she wolf is right, red witch what is this magic?"
The red priestess spoke up with a small bow as she stood up from her chair. All eyes turned to her as Robb continued to view his scars and be lost in his memories.
"The Lord of Light is a being of mystery even I, his most devoted priestess can not know his mind for he is a God. if I have to guess my lords and ladies he is showing us a small glimpse of what this world has done to the minds of our heirs, why I do not know because the Lord isn't a celestial being."
Cersei with a smug smile tilts her head as she looks at the red woman.
"So you conjure magical visions and can't know their divinations. You seem to be more enthralled with your god then your service to your king and queen. Maybe even lord Varys will know more than you?"
Mellisandre refused to rise up to the jab but she responded to it in kind.
"My lady, I am sorry to not have an answer for you but my service to the crown is without question. I do love my God but my king and queen do come first. When I heard the heirs were gone I used my magic to see if your sons and daughters were still here and by the glory of the Lord of Light they were."
The High Septon stood up against to be in the same pavilion as the witch.
"I will have you know, it was thanks to the Seven who are One that the young heirs are still breathing in the Old World and not in a cemetary. Your god holds no sway. I'll personally pray and end an offering for seven whole days plus more to protect the young ones. Six for the Gods, one for the Stranger and some to the saints who aid us."
Melisandre nodded as she did know the Seven who are one were a God to recognize, but she didn't pray to them.
"Be that as it may I can't demand to know the reason for why we can hear their thoughts, for now maybe when this is over we will have our answers."
Cersei smirked and nodded as she had planted the seeds she needed. With the realization of Magic returning to Westeros, she needed a balance to it with this god of light or lord of light however it be. Her eyes started to glimmer in a blue light. She could almost hear a ravens cackling call.
She knew the priest or priestess would rise to power, but as they say a single spark could start a flame with her calling out the priestess and the septons stepping up in a secret holy war. With an Old Gods rising from the Blackwoods to make things interesting. It would start and if it didn't she would make it start.
Let Gods and magic battle in the shadows while men spill blood in the droves. This was the way life was. Magic did not belong in the realm of men and if it did her family deserved to control it.
With Ned Stark he was gripping his chair hard as any angry man would, no matter how old should see his son with that intensity of scars. He gripped his chair hard as he had noticed light movements to his left.
He saw his wife Catelyn wiping her eyes and he softened as all men do. If a man hates to see his son or daughter scared, then a mother dreads it.
"He is fine Catelyn."
Catelyn turned to him in anger, the rage had taken her mind over for a swift second and made her lose her place which in Ned's mind was justified.
"Fine, fine our boy who has faced a man with the power of gods! Not once or twice but several times! He is not fine Ned! Our baby boy is in danger and we can do nothing but watch."
Ned was taken back at the rage she showed and in his mind he nodded she deserved it. She had lost her first born while Ned was a composed man she was not, she was a mother who was worried.
So Ned got up out of his seat with a groan showing signs of age and went over to her and gave her a hug and comforted her, whispering soft sweet words in her ear as his children looked on with a smile Arya was clapping.
You see kids notice everything and the Stark kids had noticed the divide between their parents to see them like this brought smiles to their faces.
Catelyn spoke after a minute of her just being held and Ned speaking words into her ear.
"He is our son and he has fought a demigod already, how can we save him and prepare him for the world if he has fought a gods wrath already?"
Ned smirked as he came up with the answer every man has.
"Well we got him to walk and talk already and he can swing a sword well if he has survived this long so I guess we have done pretty well."
Catelyn smirks then laughs openly as she looks at her husband with love and adoration in her eyes.
"I love you."
"I know, he is our son Cat he will be fine. This world is in is grim but not unconquerable. He will fight his way to us, I know he will."
"How so?"
"Because he is a Stark and only the cold can stop us, not the sharpest sword or the bite of an axe or the tip of a spear."
"What about some good old flaying, like the Boltons do?" Lord Baelish quietly says to the High Septon.
Catelyn nods as Ned continues to hold her, eventually he calls for a coat. They sit on it as the children move their chairs closer to them.
Robert smiled as he watched his friend and then a light chuckle came out of his voice.
'At least one of us became happy.' he thought to himself as he looked at the red liquid in his cup.
He hated that drink, Lyanna wouldn't want him to drink as much as he did but he did gods he missed her. He wasn't made for sitting at long meetings or counting bronze. He was made for war and diplomacy.
Every night he kills the man that took her from him and everyday when he wakes up in either his bed with his 'queen' or the bed of a random servant or whore he prays that it's her but it never is.
He turns his eyes back to the flames and sighed lowly to himself, depression slipping its ugly head ever so stalking into his mind.
"Lyanna if you were alive would we have a daughter or a son and they would be there with their cousin in that strange and marvelous world fighting deamons and making a name of themselves." He said to himself with nobody paying attention save Jon Arryn .
"Life is not that bad. At least I have hunting, Tommen and Myrcella. His hair is starting to darken."
"Baelish find a jewelry maker for my daughter. A pair of earrings which go along with her blue eyes!" Robert said, playing with his long beard.
Back to the flames Robb put on his white shirt and it is all white as he looks himself in the memory and smirks, he was looking like a true man of the Empire.
As he was done and put on his brown shoes, there was a knock on his door he went to it to see a female gnome with brown skin black hair and grey eyes in a red dress and a white apron and brown leather shoes, as she curtsied to him and cleared her throat.
"Good evening my lord Robb, Master Theon and Master Loras, are already in the bottom basement room awaiting you."
Robb looked at her then at the window to see the sky turning orange and purple with the setting sun.
"How long was I asleep for, fair lady?"
"Only a couple hours my lord, lord Theon awoke first followed by lord Loras. They both asked me to let you sleep on account of quote 'let the little princess get her beauty sleep we don't want her to be cranky unquote."
Robb's left eye twitched, he was going to kill those two, but he sighed later much later.
Sansa shivered as she looked at Robb and then at her father. Robb had the same look in his eye as father did when something most unpleasant happened, before his eyes she still had phantom pains from his smackings.
Robb sighed as he nodded "What of the other guests I was told there were supposed to be seven?"
The girl looked confused for a second then a face of astonishment and understanding came over like a wave.
"Yes, only two have arrived so far. I overheard another checking in downstairs as I came to get you."
"Who could the others be?" Arya wondered out loud. Everyone was asking the same question, well everyone except for a seething Joffrey.
He hated that he wasn't there, he was the prince he should have been there not some filthy northern barbarian or his disgusting half bastard brother.
He had royal blood, he was better then them all, why was he left behind none of them had any right to be there save for him when they got back. Joffrey would demand any and all gifts or items they kept from their time in this Old World.
Bran suddenly looked at the seething Joffrey for some reason something was telling him to watch the prince closely and not for a good reason.
Robb nodded "Thank you, let me grab something then we can go."
The small being nodded as Robb closed the door he went to his belongings and grabbed a silver necklace with the Stark direwolf symbol and put it on around his neck and left the room.
The servant led him past the ground floor towards the basement as they went down the stairs to the basement, there was a large round table able to fit twelve people around, in the basement was a bar with a wooden counter top behind it was a Aldon who was cleaning a mug. Behind him was a large shelf with several hundreds of bottles of liquor and wine and on both sides of the shelf were thirty barrels with taps on them, above them on the ceiling was an iron chandelier with goat horns holding candles.
And on the walls of the six pillars holding up the ceiling were torches designed to give more light and warmth, the floor was made of round stones at the table Robb saw Loras and Theon already conversing.
When they saw him they waved him over to them. Robb nodded and sat down next to Theon, who greeted him after a while Aldon came over with food and ale and he started to ask questions.
While Robb, Theon and Loras were happy to oblige, right now Loras is in the middle of telling them his story.
"After I fell into the waters, I remember my sister Margaery tried to grab my hand and a wave made her fall in with me. When I woke up, I was here in the Old World. Archmage Khadgare took pity on me and took me in as his own, good thing I actually had the ability to use magic as that was also a plus he is a good man." Loras finishes telling how he came to the Old-World.
Aldon, while setting up their food and dishes, couldn't help but be invested in the story.
"No wonder iliumirar wanted you to keep a low profile.If the witch hunters heard the archmages foster son was roaming around free all hell would break loose." Aldon says to Loras.
The son of Mace Tyrell shivered softly at the comment. He wasn't wrong in the slightest.
"I learned so much about magic and the Mages since I have been living with them. Even if I cannot return home. Archmage Khadgare told me I might become a member of the council of six soon if I keep training." Loras said softly, but it was clear he missed home.
Hearing Loras' conversation about how he came to the Old World got Garlan curious.
"I remember seeing a bright light in the water." Garlan keenly said.
Despite everyone hearing him say this, it got people thinking.
"I hope the wizard didn't have a part in bringing them to Old-Realm," Lord Stark replied to Garlan, with a hint of anger in his voice.
Tyrion hummed to himself then looked at Lord "I doubt he did, but I am concerned about his timing from what all the stories have been said our wizard friend came, after all of the present heirs had established themselves seems strange to me."
Everyone nodded both mentally and physically at the imps words the timing was just too accurate for it to be a coincidence.
Loras chose to stop talking, something Aldon noticed and didn't ask anymore.
Robb however chose to take his place and began telling Aldon of his home.
"Like Loras, I hail from Westeros. My father's castle is Winterfell, it has been the ancestral home of the Starks for thousands of years. Myself, Theon and my brother Jon were at the godswood when a bright light caused us to be sent here in Old World. We encountered creatures called 'beastmen', it was a large tribe of them. they were on our trail for over a day, Theon fell and injured himself. My brother Jon...he tricked us, he had us go on one path and then he blocked it off by making some weak trees fall. We were unable to get to him, while he lured the Beastmen away so we can live," Robb sadly told Aldon, as if the memory was only yesterday.
There was a brief pause in the room before Robb continued.
"We were found by Outriders of a nearby imperial garrison, they took us to Altdorf, the scouts looked all over for my brother...but they found nothing and told us he was most likely dead," Robb said before trying to fight back the painful memory.
Catelyn froze as her husband gripped her tighter and she sighed through tears growing eyes, just when they were taking steps forward to heal they were now taking ten steps back.
"Ned, I'm sorry I-" Ned shook his head as his eyes grew red and sorrowful she didn't know but he had failed he had failed his sisters last dying wish.
She couldn't look at Ned, she said harsh things to him when the boys vanished, it was the first time Ned looked at her with such anger and hatred in his grey eyes.
All because she believed the bastard had something to do with the disappearance of Robb. "Please Ned I'm sorry."
"Are you happy Cat? Are you happy about the death of an innocent child?" Ned asked his wife with a voice as cold as ice.
Edmure and Lysa turn to Lord Stark once he speaks.
"How dare you speak of my sister in such a way Lord Stark! You dishonored her once already!" Edmure boldly stood up to face his sister's husband.
Only for Ned to stand up and walk towards Edmure, once the Lord of Winterfell got up and close to his brother-in-law.
"She wished for an innocent child to die, who was of my blood and had it been my brother, Brandon instead of me. He would have sent her back to Riverrun." Lord Stark said in a similar tone he said to Catelyn.
Even Lysa looked scared of Ned when he spoke, Sansa, Arya and Bran never saw their father this angry before and it downright scared them.
"So next time Edmure, I suggest you use that head of yours and think before you speak." Ned told his brother-in-law, ending the conversation.
Edmure bitterly sat down once his uncle grabs his arm down to make him, then slapping the back of his head.
"Then the armies of the Riverlands would have marched to Winterfell. To exile my niece, the blood of the Lads runs through us. Moat Cailin is in ruins, think about it the trout, stallion and the two towers flying in Winterfell. Alas we need gold for that endeavour, supplies for the men and to marry you to the Freys." The Blackfish said to Edmure.
Ned returns to the coat with his wife on one side away from her as he started to grieve and said nothing, his face was as grim as ever and it made him look older than he should.
Robb finally calmed himself down, before he continued.
"When Ilimitar came to Altdorf, over a month ago the imperial forces were still marching out to battle chaos marauder forces. I was to be given the rank of captain and my own force to deal with some of them when he came and told of us about an adventure. I accepted because I need to know if he is truly alive...I was told it's a fool's hope...but if he is still out there. I need to find out for my soul." Robb finishes his story, with a determined voice.
Aldon felt sympathy for Robb, patting his back.
"I hope your brother is out there, somewhere." Aldon softly assures Robb. Making the young Stark smile at the gnomes words.
"Thank you, Aldon." Robb appreciating the Gnomes kindness.
The three begin to dine on the food, as Aldon went back to the bar when the noise of footsteps is heard, making Aldon and the three men look up towards the stairs.
Ned seems to have been relieved to hear Robb believes Jon could still be out there, something the King noticed.
"The bastard right? You named him after Jon Arryn?" King Robert again bluntly asks Ned.
"Aye, Jon Snow." Ned answers the King, hearing his bastard's name made Jaime and Cersei grin.
"I remember one of you men mentioned him during the Greyjoy Rebellion, they said the lad was your spitting image." Robert said without a care of what he said.
Ned nodded Jon had looked like him but that was a given he was his uncle so features like that were going to show up sooner or later.
Olenna noticed how bitter Lord Stark is about the comment, only for Lysa to speak up.
"We have other things to worry about over some dead bastard. How about my nephew, who is stuck in that wretched realm." The wife of Jon Arryn hissed.
Not wanting to hear about the child that was an insult to her sister, however, her words have made Lord Stark turn towards Lysa, who gave her the same cold look he gave to both Catelyn and Edmure minutes ago.
Once they made eye contact. Lysa realized her mistake, sat down in fear and began clinging onto Jon Arryn's arm.
"Husband, reason with this savage barbarian!" Lysa cried out.
Only for Lord Stark to stop what he was doing, shaking his head.
"You are not worth my time, Lady Lysa." He said, before sitting back down.
The comment made King Robert laugh hard, while Catelyn is both relieved and insulted by her husband's words, choosing to say nothing.
Sansa and Arya were disgusted at their aunt's comment about their father, leading the latter to call out her aunt.
"I would rather be a savage barbarian than share blood with her." Arya whispered to Bran.
Making her little brother snicker in response.
Aldon Looked to see someone coming down being escorted by one of his maids. The girl bows and leaves as a taller young man than Robb, with wild thick black hair and piercing blue eyes, dressed in a golden cloth shirt, on which tiny blackbirds can be seen. Yellow pants and black shoes he wore. He has a weird hat with some kind of metal bear on it. He also has an old green cloak, in the middle of said clock lies a golden dragon clutching a morningstar.
"These must be the men, Ilimitar spoke of, they hail from Altdorf " says the booming voice of a young man. As he came down the stairs.
Loras chokes on his ale then wipes his mouth as he stares at the man. Theon looks like he saw a ghost once he stares at the man. And Robb does a double take and blinks twice but the image still stays.
"I'm Gendry Bogdanovich from Kislev, a pleasure to meet you lads." He says to them.
"Robb Stark." Robb replies slowly.
"Theon Greyjoy."
"Loras Tyrell."
Jon Arryn, Stannis, Renly and Ned turn to face Robert who was oblivious to the young man being his near-spitting image.
"Robert," Ned calmly says to him. The King looks at them confused at them.
"What is it, Ned? Why are you lot looking at me like some halfwit?" The King asked his dear friend. Stannis is fuming, Renly shook his head while Jon Arryn just looks done with life.
"Doesn't the young man there looks rather familiar?" Jon Arryn says to Robert. Taking the King a few seconds to look at the young man Gendry than at Renly.
"He looks an awful lot like Renly." Robert says like it's no big deal. Stannis, having enough of his brother's stupidity says.
"The boy is another one of your bastard sons, Robert. He is your spitting image at that age, the boy just needs a Warhammer." Stannis bluntly says to his older brother.
Everyone seeing the King's newfound bastard son than to the King, they all began to see the resemblance, even if the younger children have to use Renly as a comparison of the resemblance between Gendry and Robert.
"Gendry Bogdanovich of Kislev!" Robert proudly acknowledges his bastard son. Even if he isn't in Westeros to hear it. Cersei fumes at that hoping that the bastard dies.
"Why do the Gods spur me so. They transported my bastard brother but not me!" Joffrey says looking strangely at his mothers increasingly red eyes.
As they began to talk Robb noticed a pale Theon and pulled him off to the side.
"Theon, are you well?" Robb asked his friend with worry in his voice.
"He looks like King Robert, when he besieged Pyke." Theon mutters fearfully.
Robb quickly connects the dots and his eye widen.
"He must be one of his illegitimate children." Robb said in shock.
Though Theon easily noticed Robb avoiding using the word bastard. They walked back to Loras and Gendry who was about to tell his story.
"Where were you from Gendry, back in Westeros?" Loras asks King Robert's bastard. Gendry was startled at first to find out that he wasn't the only one from Westeros but soon overcame it and chuckled.
"The gods are strange, I was born in King's Landing, Flea Bottom to be more precise. My mother was a tavern wench, she died when I was very young. The tavern keeper told me that I was named after my grandfather. The only thing that my dear mother left me is a cloak. It is said that the cloak belonged to Gaemon Palehair, no clue how she got it. One day, I saw some men dressed in gold cloaks forcing themselves on women at the tavern my mother once worked in. I tried to fight them off, but they had the numbers, so I ran and dove into Blackwater Bay." Gendry explains to Jon.
"Then you came here?" Theon asks him, of which Gendry nods.
"Aye, that's what happened. I come out crawling out of the water and onto the shore, a icy shore I was found by Bogdanovich, an old Boyar and lord of a nearby town. I was saved and taken there."
He paused as he took a deep breath and then smiled and continued "After some questioning and finding out I wasn't home anymore I asked to be put into Bogdanovich's service. Figured it's the least I could do and plus I needed coin and room. After it was shown that I had done nothing wrong and I wasn't a chaos marauder of the north he allowed it. He became my foster father since he had no children himself, he trained me and taught me what I needed and more and when I was ready I became apart of the Town army. He raised me to become a chelnik."
Theon nodded "We're you there at the battle of Pragg?" Gendry solemnly nodded "I was smack dab in the middle of it. My unit was on the left flank fighting a host of Khronate deamons and marauders me and my father fought next to each other and by Ursuns will we survived when the call of the retreat was given on the third day of our arrival."
Aldon brought him a drank and he thank the gnome and continued "After the battle Ilimitar came to my father and me and told me that he need my help. My father said it was my choice and I agreed to go and well here I am, well me and one other person."
Theon curious looked at him "Who came with you?" He asked Gendry drunk his ale and pointed to the stairs.
"She should be here soon we and one other person arrived together."
Hearing how Gendry was forced to flee from the Gold Cloaks pissed off the King, the fact his men have been abusing their power and nearly killed his bastard son whom he honestly likes more than Joffrey boiled his blood.
"Jon, when this is over. I want you to personally choose new Gold Cloaks who will be worthy of it, I'll have none of them abuse their power after today." King Robert sternly says to Jon Arryn.
The Hand of the King simply nods, though Cersei looks rather furious.
"You take the word of your bastard, they are good Lannister men!" Cersei tempts to reason with her husband.
Robert points to the flame "if the Greyjoy, Tyrell and Ned's boy can see he is my son why couldn't they. Only a dumbass or traitor would attack and I will be damned if I have either protecting me or my people."
"They were probably drunk already your grace I know for a fact many cloaks go to Flea Bottom to blow a load off." Jaime tried to plead with Cersei nodding. Robert narrowed his eyes and shook his head no.
"Being drunk is no excuse if they can hold their sword properly then they weren't drunk just fools who wouldn't care to harm a helpless boy. Jon find me new Gold Cloaks as soon as your able."
Jon nodded then looked at stannis and smirked as a idea came to his head.
"My king if you want. I can have Ser Davos do the recruiting right now and do us all the favour of getting it done right away from what I heard he is a very honorable man of respite."
Stannis seeing what Jon was doing nodded with the Gold cloaks under true Baratheon control and with the introduction of Roberts bastard proof was abounding itself. They just needed time to stabilise the situation and with Ser Davos choosing the cloaks that was a way As they say you don't need to trick the dragon to take all of its gold, you can just take one piece at a time. But he was having doubts about Myrcella and Tommen. If Tommens hair becomes black than maybe he isn't a bastard. Myrcella even has blue eyes.
"Brother, Jon has the right idea. All we need is either your signature or Jon Arryns." Stannis said rather quickly while glaring towards Cersei.
King Robert looked at Stannis than to Jon Arryn. And he rubbed his chin as he mulled it over and nodded.
"I'll have the both of us, sign it." Robert tells his younger brother.
Getting one of his men to bring a piece of paper and a quill, Robert writes it down and signs his name on it, handing it to Jon Arryn.
"Sign it Jon, once the ink dries. Give it to Ser Davos." Robert tells his Hand, who nods.
King Robert turns in Ser Davos' direction.
"Once the ink dries up, give it to Jon Arryn's guards and you will go with them on finding worthy recruits for the Gold Cloaks, understand." King Robert firmly says to Davos Seaworth.
The Onion Knight gives a nod to the King.
"Very well your grace, I'll be honoured." Davos replies to the King.
Robert shook his head "Don't be honored be smarter and better then the last fool I let choose the cloaks."
Ned noticed Robert looked rather sombre since he saw how close Gendry is with Bogdanovich, Ned knew Robert was envious of the bond between them.
"You didn't know of him, your grace, it is not too late when he returns home." Ned assures Robert.
The King said nothing, but his words did cheer him up.
"Jon, find my other bastards throughout the realm. If they wish, we will send them to Storm's End, they'll keep Edric busy." Robert said to his Hand.
"To think my Gendry is a descendant of King Cunny. Hah the only dragonspawn I could've tolerated. King Cunny and Aegon the Golden. Oh to think of the whoring and drinking us two could've experienced. So much fun." Robert laughs.
Jon Arryn and Stannis looked at one another, both giving a nod, once they have all the bastards in Storm's End and away from Cerseis grasp.
They can reveal the truth, but for now, they will wait and then strike. Especially with his other bastard in that world maybe if they were lucky he could bring some of that realms power here who knows.
Cersei fumed silently with his bastards showing up it could cause a problem for her and the children in the future. She needed to take care of this fast and now. She needs to protect her precious Joffreys inheritance and crown.
Before Aldon can respond, a young woman appears looking down the stairs in awe and amazement. having long platinum hair with one braid on both sides and a circlet of branches and three harden shining oak leaves on her head, piercing violet eyes, dressed in a long green dress with twin slits on both sides to show she is wearing brown pants. She was also wearing knee high black leather boots.
"Daenerys, a pleasure to make your acquaintance." Daenerys said to Aldon in a delighted tone and did a quarter-half bow to the gnome.
The reveal of Daenerys Targaryen being in the Old-World made King Robert's blood boil at the sight of her.
While Tyrion noticed the look of shock in both Jaime and Ser Barristan's eyes as if they have seen a ghost.
"Damn, the dragon spawn!" Robert spat in anger.
"She is in the Old-World, your grace. " Jon Arryn said to his King.
The King was red with anger.
"Damn spawn of Aerys is out there Jon, in that Old-World now! What if she plans to kill Ned's boy, who is named after me like what her father did to Ned's brother and father? What her rapist brother did to Lyanna?!" Robert replies.
"She is a mere girl, your grace, in a realm beyond us. She is no harm to you or the crown." Ned shockingly defends the girl.
Hearing this made Robert more irritated.
"You are defending the filthy dragonspawn? After what her family did to yours, Ned?" Robert demanding his friend to answer him.
Cersei spoke up hoping to use the anger against the stark lord "and baring that what of the other realms the mad king the dance of the dragons the Targaryens have scorched and bleed this land dozens of times over the last of their line is there I say we end her before she gains any power at all."
Ned took a sigh, turning to his children with a look that said 'I am sorry.'
"She was born months after their deaths, Your graces. I will not speak ill or demand the death of a young girl, who had no part in my brother, my father and my sister's death. Nor will I punish her for the crimes of her father and brother or her whole family." Ned Stark replies to the King with anger and disappointment.
"If we start killing children based on what their families have done then none of us sitting here would have heirs we have all done horrible things for the sake of our kingdoms and family name so have our ancestors so should we all be the blame of what our forefathers have done."
No one said a thing and most looked away from Ned to avoid eye contact. Unfortunately even as, His words stunned the dragon pit, no one would have imagined Lord Eddard Stark to say such a thing, though Ser Barristan is seen smiling at the Lord of Winterfell's words.
Jon Arryn is amazed at his former ward's speech, King Robert was fuming with anger but in the end, he couldn't stay mad at Ned Stark for long before he buffs.
"Damn you and your honour Ned!" Robert said in annoyance.
If anyone truly paid attention, they could see Ned's words did hit Robert harder than he let on.
Where Daenerys' presence stuns Robb, Loras and Theon, Gendry smiles at her and gives a small wave which she returns, the former of the trio is the most shocked and stunned by the woman in front of her.
"Are you Daenerys Targaryen?" Robb cautiously asks her, while Aldon left to get more food and drink.
Daenerys nods, she saw the Stark sigil around his neck.
"I am Daenerys Targaryen but before you judge me for the crimes of my brother and father. Know I never met any of them, I was born months after their deaths." Daenerys sadly tells Robb.
Loras reacts by going between them with his hands up to them in arm's reach.
"Robb, did you not tell me, about what your father taught you? About never punishing a child for the sins of the father. I understand what her family did to your family was wrong and unacceptable. As she said, she wasn't even born till after the war ended." Loras tries to reason with Robb.
Much to their shock, Robb nods to Loras and offers a handshake to Daenerys.
"Loras is right, those who wronged my house are dead, and I will not punish you for their crimes." Robb said, no longer angry at Daenerys, but more at himself.
Daenerys smiles at Robb, while Theon and Loras both turn to one another.
Theon turns to Loras while Daenerys is cooking a feast of some kind.
"Ilimutar must have some involvement with this." Theon whispers to Loras.
He simply nods knowing the wizard has done so, while Daenerys turns to them.
"I assume you all are also from Westeros?"
Loras nods and points to himself "I'm from Highgarden" then he points to Theon "and he's from Pyke" Loras shakes her hand while Theon scoffs at her and goes to the bar.
Loras shakes his head "Forgive him he's-" Daenerys holds up her hand to stop him "it's fine my family has made bad blood between all the houses that I am proud to admit I just hope forgiveness for what they have done is not to far out of reach."
Ned couldn't help but smile at his son's maturity, this went unnoticed by Jon Arryn.
"He truly is your son." Jon Arryn said to Ned Stark.
The Lord of Winterfell nods at his former foster father.
"I am grateful my son saw through reason." Ned said in a somber voice while turning to Mace Tyrell.
"Your son is a wise young man, Lord Tyrell, these 'Kirin Tor magi' truly impacted your son greatly." Ned said out of gratitude.
Lord Tyrell nods with a smile on his face.
"That they have Lord Stark, I hope we meet the people who took in my dear boy." Mace replies to Lord Stark.
Garlan saw his grandmother look touched and annoyed at the same time, he hates politics.
Loras, Robb, Gendry, and Daenerys sit down at the table while Theon stays seated at the bar something Robb noticed. But the story of how Daenerys got here caught his attention.
"I remember taking a warm bath in Essos when I went under to submerge my whole body there was a bright light and I appeared within the forest of Athel Loren with only a towel to cover me. I was found by the Wood elf queen Ariel she took me in and fostered me along with her consort King Orion but after a very deadly three way battle between us the skaven and beastmen Ilimitar found me and after talking to my foster mother and father asked me if I wanted to go on an adventure and I agreed."
Robb dranked some of his ale and got up to go to Theon as he sat down next to him he looked at his long time friend "so what's eating you Greyjoy besides your stomach." Theon smirked and then he slightly turned his head.
"We're eating and drinking with the house enemy now, you think that is a good idea."
Robb scoffed as he looked at the man "She apologized Theon let it go she had nothing to do with what her family did."
"And what of her brother that's still in Westeros he could cause trouble!"
"So could your father but he hasn't has he!"
"That was a low blow Stark " said Theon as he looked at the man that he considered his brother.
"Your right forgive me this world has made my tongue sharper then it should but look at it from a prospective Theon you were in her shoes at one point."
Theon looked at him confused at the implications with a raised eyebrow.
"When you father's rebellion failed king Robert and my father had all rights to kill you and your family and give the lands to someone trustworthy but they didn't and instead you became my foster brother so in turn you are just like her some what I shouldn't trust you and yet I do."
"Theon's an ass." Arya muttered, of which Bran and Lyanna agreed on.
"What was that little one!" Balon asked and Arya with no fear or hesitation said it again out loud.
"I said Theon's an ass!"
"Arya!" Shouted her mother in distraught her little girl was young and in the words of most people in the north especially her husband 'wolf blooded'.
"Hahahahaha" Robert laughed boisterously as he wiped a tear from his face and looked at the little girl.
"Oh, hush up Greyjoy while I hate that dragon spawn with a passion and I'm in no way sticking up for her, even I know when a man is being an ass and your boy is following in your footsteps."
Balon went quiet as he growled lowly in anger and cursed under his breath.
"He is no son of mine, he has forgotten his roots he is not of salt or iron he's just a bitch in my eyes and when this is over I will father more sons better sons."
While his daughter had terror in her eyes she wanted anything, anything but for her brother to be like her father.
"Gods anyone listening please don't let Theon become like our father I beg of you please don't let that happen."
Theon rolled his eyes as he sipped his drank "Whatever I'm a different case and you know it." Robb smirked as he grabbed the Greyjoys drank.
"Doesn't change the matter or the situation at all." he said as he took the drank to the table Theon sighed and followed his captain and sat down as they all talked but theon stayed silent just then three sets of footsteps were heard coming down the stairs.
The first to come down was the gnome girl who came and got Robb then following behind her was a tall man of an average build some fat yes but he was built strong and tough he wore a blue gambeson with white pants and brown leather boots he had black hair with a baby smooth face.
"Ahhh, you all are the other people of Westeros that Erius told me about im Samwell Tarly it's a pleasure."
Lady Tarly is crying at the sight of her firstborn son being alive all this time while slapping her husband in the face.
"You told me, he drowned!" She yelled at Randyll, whose face is already red from the slap.
"He did drown, or what one of the knights said to me when he dived in to retrieve the piggy." Randyll said in an emotionless tone.
Dickon looked at his father in disbelief, Talia shook her head at how cruel their father is.
"Why didn't you try and save him?" Dickon asks his father.
Randyll turns to his second son anger evident on his face as he spat on the ground.
"I wanted to make a man out of him, not the little piggy he once was. No Lord of Horn Hill is gonna be a damn book-loving craven." Randyll spat out.
Tyrion cocked a brow at that statement and got Tywin Lannister's vibes from the Lord of Horn Hill.
Joffrey started to laugh "Hahahahaha, he does look like a pig. Hahahaha when he gets back, if he does I'll make him my royal jester hahahaha the piggy jester."
Cersei was also laughing while no one else was it was Robert who gave a glare that made the young boy hide behind his mother.
"Quiet boy that boy there has bigger balls then you will ever have laugh at him again and I'll beat you and you woman stop giving into that boys nature he is already a disappointment."
"He was merely joking my love" she said as she tried to placate him Robert scoffed loudly "Gods I fear the day I die and he becomes king. I fear for the realm and peace I made." Joffrey looked hurt as he sat down in his chair then he took on a look of anger mixed with insanity.
"Sam do you mind moving aside I want to see who it is?" said a lovely voice one Loras knew and it made him pause and look up to the stairs with tears threatening to spill out of his eyes.
Loras then sees the third person behind Samwell, a beautiful young woman, taller than Daenerys with long brown hair and eyes respectively, with hair braided into a bun with feathers arranged in the colors of a rainbow sticking out of her hair. She wore a green short sleeved form fitting shirt with a leather jerkin over it. And on her waist were gold talismans with long green pants and brown leather boots.
"Margaery, at your service." Margaery said to everyone in a matching beautiful voice.
Loras is left speechless as he and Margaery made eye contact.
The Tyrells gasp at the reveal of Margaery being alive, Mace Tyrell even began to shed a tear upon seeing his daughter.
"My little rose has grown to be a beautiful woman." Mace tearfully said while Garlan pats his father's back for support.
Olenna however couldn't believe how different her granddaughter is, gone was the somewhat naive little girl she knew all those years ago, Margaery looked headstrong and fierce and she had a exotic primal look in her eyes.
"At least she knows how to defend herself." Garlan said to his grandmother in an optimistic tone.
The queen of thorns couldn't be mad at her grandson, he had a point, though it didn't stop Lysa Arryn from making a scene about it.
"That is very improper for a lady to look as she does where is her dress. It's not too surprising considering she's a Tyrell." Lysa spat towards the Tyrells.
Mace was baffled by the comment, Garlan looked offended but none of them were as angry as Olenna Tyrell.
"Coming from the madwoman who still feeds her son through the teat." Olenna shot back.
The comment made King Robert burst with laughter, Lysa's eyes scream with rage and Olenna didn't let her speak.
"Not only did you insult my granddaughter, but you insulted my house as well. True it is not proper for a lady to look as she does, yet one of Lord Renly Baratheon's soldiers is a woman, who even unhorsed the Kingslayer not once, but twice. Lady Mormont over there is a warrior herself and I have yet to see either of them in dresses at all." Olenna points out to Lysa while referring to Lyra Mormont who smiled at the compliment Olenna said to her.
"I shall not be shocked, if Lady Lyra had not thought of driving that axe strapped to her hip into that thick skull of yours." Olenna said to Lysa as a mother scorning her child.
Lysa's face is turning red from the anger of being told such things, but the queen of thorns did not care.
"It is clear my granddaughter was forced to adjust to her surroundings or die in Old Realm. I am hurt she had to go through whatever she endured surviving, but nonetheless. I am proud she and Loras are alive and strong. Just like my house words, Growing Strong!" Olenna finished and said her house words with pride.
Lysa is about to yell at the woman, but she was stopped by her uncle, who grabbed hold of her arm.
"For once in your life, Lysa, use that damn head of yours." Brynden Tully scorns his niece like she was a child.
The Blackfish shook his head in disappointment towards his brother's children, first hearing Catelyn wished a child to die, Edmure foolishly trying to challenge Lord Stark and now Lysa insulting the Tyrells.
"They are going to be the death of me." said the Blackfish.
Loras stared at his sister and ran and hugged her tight tears both were shedding freely falling as she returned the hug once he pulled back she placed her hand on his face and sniffled.
"I thought you were dead or worse." Loras said tearfully as he memorized her face.
Margaery chuckled and sniffled "I thought my idiot brother was knee deep in some kind of mess." both chuckled and Loras took her by the hand and sat down at the table as they conversed catching up.
Everyone else smiled cheerfully at the siblings being reunited Robb turned to Aldon and tossed him a coin.
"Aldon anyway we can get more food drink and some music for this great occasion." Aldon smirked as he took the coin.
"Aye I can do all that." Aldon walked to the side of the wall of liquor and pulled a brown rope with a wooden knob shaped in the way of a beer mug attached to it down.
And a small section of the wall on the ceiling moved away and soon musical sound pierced the basement.
In an old village street, lies a dusty old tavern. You can see some lads exiting, thankfully they can still see the door. Those uncouth lads are the youth of the area. By Sigmar they are drunk.
Robb and the group smiled as they all began to drank and make merry Margaery and Deanerys were kind enough to dance with all the boys well save Theon but it didn't dim the mood at all.
From a tavern they are exiting drunk as hell. They are seeing new mysterious streets. Right or left they can't find their way home.
Aldon and many gnome and halfling servant's brought food and drink and some of the woman stayed to dance with the men and Aldon himself joined the festivities.
That's the destiny of every drunk lad. No matter his age or experience.
A second later Theon and Gendry were in a arm wrestling competition and Theon was showing that although he may look scrawny but he had strength but alas Gendry won.
By Sigmar, look at the sky. It has another moon and it's dancing. Is it also drunk as we are?
Samwell was dancing joyfully with a gnome woman and he chuckled as she twirled around in a circle and then blew him a kiss and he clapped his hands as she danced then joined her.
Arya and the rest of the children save Sansa and Joffrey got out of their seats and we're laughing dancing Cersei angry at the display yelled at Tommen and his sister.
"SIT DOWN AT ONCE!" She yelled and the children grimaced and went to their seat but were stopped when Robert looked at her with a Baratheon fury in his eyes.
"CALM YOURSELF WOMAN, they are kids if they want to have fun and be merry then let them gods up above I will not have my daughter become you or my son become his brother."
"Bu-."
Robert this time got up and stalked over to her and looked her dead in the eyes.
"But nothing they are children let them play as a matter of fact!" he turned to Myrcella with a smile all anger gone from his face like a switch.
"I believe the lady needs a partner." he said as he held out his hand Myrcella smiled a smile that would of put the sun to shame and took her fathers hand and led him as close as possible to the music as possible with him laughing the whole time and began to dance with him.
While Tommen ran to join them Arya looked at her father who smiled and offered to dance which she accepted.
Why, oh why does my head hurt so much. How much i hate the Sun. Now im awake because of it's hellish lights.
Daenerys and Margaery were staring at each other as they both downed their own mugs of ale but Daenerys was faster and slammed hers down first Margaery looked upset but smiling and so did theon who handed Robb a sack of coin.
Why, oh why can't I find my keys, did i get mugged? Well I feel lighter with my coins. Did I really drink this much?
As the song finished a resounding voice was heard at the bottom of the stairs "Seems I missed the festivities." At the bottom of the stairs was Ilimitar with another person who wore bright prestige white robes with yellow runes that seemed to glow and he was holed a all yellow staff with the shape of a sun at the top he had a sharp angular face with brown eyes and black hair and pointy ears which showed that he was an elf.
"Friends allow me the pleasure to introduce my friend of very many years Erius."
The heirs nodded and raised their mugs to him in a form of greeting which he returned with a smile and a slight bow then he gained a look of concern and turned to Ilimitar.
"We seem to be missing one." he said with a smooth voice that dripped with wisdom.
Ilimitar nodded as he looked around the room and did a small head count "Yes he had some business he needed to finish before he joined us he said he would be late but that he would join us as soon as he could as long as the rune was there."
Erius nodded at the information "Are we to wait then, I assume he would be punctual."
Ilimitar chuckled "Patience my friend patience he will be here his character is not one of a liar for now let us rest off our feet and grab some food and drink we have a lot to do after this."
Erius nodded and joined the festivities as Ilimitar looked at the stairs then joined the group.