Chapter 5: Paying with Iron and Gold (2/3)

Warning: My search for a Beta was unsuccessful, so again, sorry for any grammatical errors you find.

Jaime Lannister:

The Kingslayer and the Imp arrived at the Craig safely and were now discussing the situation with Gawen Westerling. The Lord of the Crag welcomed them and their party his castle as soon as they arrived, they woke up as early as possible, although Jaime woke earlier, and woke his dear younger brother up with a bucket of cold water. Due to Tyrion deciding to take advantage of Lord Westerling's hospitality by asking for some dornish wine that he had stored.

He was currently, sitting on the lord's solar. As his son, Raynald Westerling, informs him and Tyrion about the details of what he saw on the ruins of Tarbeck Hall. Although the details weren't exactly well described, they did get an idea.

"So... How many did you saw?" Jaime asked him.

"I saw four man in total but there was probably more inside the castle." Raynald explained. "They didn't look well-equipped but had decent protection and weapons."

"How should we proceed this, Lord Lannister?" Lord Westerling asked the Jaime.

"Don't call me that, I'm not Lord Lannister until my father dies." Jaime corrected him.

"And honestly, father may outlive us all." Tyrion added. "Unless he finds a way to control us from beyond the grave." He jested.

Some of the people in the room chuckled at that joke, as Tywin Lannister controlling nature was well-known around the seven kingdoms, especially around the westerlands. But jokes aside, Jaime wasn't really looking forward to being Lord Lannister. If it was up to him, he would have never left the Kingsguard. But unfortunately, his father managed to convince Jon Arryn to release him without sending him to the Wall. Jaime to this day, has absolutely no idea of what he did or say to convince the Hand of the King to do it.

"A frontal assault will do, just give me as many men as you can and I'll get this over with." Jaime had a lot of anger bottled up since what happened to his wife, and seeing how depressed Myrcella got afterwords what happened didn't help either. He was in need of a good fight, he only ever felt truly alive when fighting or making love.

"If it was just a group of Ironborns, a frontal assault would have been good enough. But if they are indeed the ones that took Tommen, we will have to be careful about this." Tyrion explained the situation to them. "And that including the fact that we don't know how many we are dealing with."

"What do you suggest then?" Jaime asked his brother. A little frustrated, but he understood Tyrion's point, risking Tommen's life for his blood thirst was not worth it.

"I suggest we send someone to infiltrate the Castle and try to get Tommen out." Tyrion explained. "Like Ser Barristan Selmy did on the Defiance of Duskendale." Tyrion mentioned.

"Little brother, there's only one problem in that plan. We don't exactly have a knight of Ser Barristan skill here." Jaime was quick to rebuff as he really didn't think that anyone besides himself was skilled enough for this sort of mission. And Jaime definitely wasn't suited due to him not being a suddle individual.

"It doesn't need to be a solo mission like that one was." Tyrion added. "We only need a small group to get inside and secure Tommen and then give us a signal to launch a front attack on them."

"My Lords, If you'll allow me. I can gather four of my best man to infiltrate the ruins of Tarbeck Hall and check if your son is indeed in there." Lord Westerling was quick to say.

Jaime took a good look at Tyrion, who just nodded in approval. Jaime then stood up and spoke. "Gather them on the training yard, I'll like to test their abilities before allowing them to go on this mission." He then turned his back at them and walked towards the door.

"This should be interesting." He heard Tyrion say before following him to the door.

An hour later , Jaime was in front of the knights that somewhat meet the requirements that this mission required. He was currently about to check their skills. Lord Westerling vowed for these knights but Tyrion informed Jaime that they had more pride than power.

Raynald Westerling wanted to be a part of it. But his father refused.

"Alright, I want the four of you to attack me at the same time and whoever falls into the ground, it's out." Jaime instructed them.

The knights nodded before putting their helmets. They all have simple protection which allowed better mobility. But it would get complicated if a battle ensure. So Jaime needed to see if they could hold their own in a fight.

"On three." Jaime said before he drew his longsword. "One... Two... Three!"

After he said three, the four knights charged at him and started to swing their swords at him. All of them were armed with longswords as well, which Jaime didn't know if it was good or bad to use them on a infiltration mission.

Jaime deflected the first incoming sword before grabbing the knight and pushing into the second knight that was behind him, making the two of them fall into the ground.

The third and fourth knight then ran past the two and tried to attack Jaime as well. Jaime simply deflected their attacks with easy until the third knight made a wide swing which Jaime used the opening to slice the knight's wrist, which made him drop his sword and fall down. Then the fourth knight charged at Jaime, who in return just grabbed the knight by the neck and overpowered him into the ground.

After all of that. Jaime only had one thing to say to the knights. "The four of you are the poorest excuse for knights I ever seen." Jaime bluntly told them. "If this is the best you can offer Lord Westerling, then I don't know where your foolish pride originated."

Lord Westerling looked both insulted but at the same time embarrassed due to his knights poor performance.

"You, come here." Jaime pointed at Lord Westerling's heir, Raynald Westerling to come foward. "You said you wanted to be a part of it, if you display better skills than them, I'll allow you to lead the mission."

That made several people that were watching, wide their eyes in surprise. But the ones that were surprised the most, was Lord Westerling. "My Lord, My son is no-" He tried to argue but was quickly interrupted.

"Be quiet." That was all that Jaime said which made Lord Westerling's angry, which could be seen by his angry face. "Grab your sword." He ordered him.

Raynald Westerling just nodded and stood in front of Jaime with his sword at hand.

"Come on."

Raziel Baratheon:

The Prince was currently in the training yard practicing his Archery skills, but unfortunately, he was unable to hit a single bullseye today.

He was still a bit shaken by what his mother did the previous night. It wasn't the first time they did something like that, but she wasn't as forceful as she was the previous day.

The Prince shot one more arrow with his bow which nearly hit the perfect center of the target.

"Very good my Prince." The Master-at-arms congratulated him. "You managed to hit all the targets with good precision."

Raziel was a bit frustrated , as he usually got a perfect bullseye when he shoots arrows. "Can I get three more arrows." He asked as he wasn't going to leave unless he got at least one perfect shot.

The master-at-arms simply granted his request and gave him three more arrows, and then he took off all the arrows on the target.

Raziel prepared himself and shot the first arrow, which pierced a few inches above the bullseye.

Then he shot the second arrow, which was just a few inches away of being a miss.

Finally, when he picked the third arrow. He paused a bit and completely cleared his mind and only focused on the target. He took a deep breath and only kept one of his eyes open. Then, finally, he shot the arrow which landed perfectly on the bullseye.

"Yes!" He cheered for himself.

"Very good." The master-at-arms said to him. He then went to remove the arrows from the target.

While he was doing so however, Raziel saw a bird flying over his head and landing on the top of the lowest window the first tower. Which was considerably high.

When Raziel saw it, he decided to really test himself. While the master-at-arms was taking the arrows off the target, Raziel went to the basket where the rest of the arrows were and grabbed one more.

He then stood in the middle of the training yard, and aimed at the bird. He repeated the same process that he did on the third target. He took a deep breath and only kept one of his eyes open. Suddenly the master-at-arms turned around at the same time as the Prince shot the arrow at the bird.

To Raziel's delight, the arrow perfectly landed on the bird, making it fall down from the window alongside the arrow. As the bird finally hit the ground, the master-at-arms approached the Prince.

"That was an exceptional shot my Prince, there are veteran archers that would have difficulty with a shot like that." The master-at-arms told him as he was amazed by such a display of marksmanship.

"Thank you Ser Benedict." Raziel replied. Then he walked towards the bird that his arrows hit. He sees the bird dead on the ground and a thought passes through his head. "The fragile composition of mortality."

"Alright, now this one."

After he was done with his martial training, the Prince decided to spend some time with his cousins. Currently, he had his eyes covered with a blindfold due to him playing a game of guess with them. Basically they got a bunch of sweets from the kitchen and are trying to figure out which are they eating.

Right now, Joy putting something on his mouth. He reconizes right away what it is. "Ummm... Oatcake?"

"Yes." Joy confirmed. "I hate Oatcake."

"And you make my eat it?" Raziel asked with a smile.

"Like you care, you eat any type of sweet." Myrcella added.

"Not... any type." Raziel replied in a non-convincin voice.

"Name one that you don't eat." Joy asked.

"Ummmmm..." There was a slightly long pause since Raziel couldn't think of anything. "I give up, you're right."

"Told you. " Myrcella spoke. "My turn."

Raziel stood still waiting for whatever Myrcella was going to give it to him. Suddenly, he felt something touching his mouth, and he opened right away. Then he felt something entering it, he closed and started to taste it.

"Lemon cake." He said.

"Correct." Myrcella confirm it.

Raziel then removed the blindfold from his eyes and put it on Joy. "Your turn now." He told her as he tied the blindfold.

"Okay." Joy said with a smile as she waited.

He picked a piece of cream cake and put it on her mount.

Joy chewed a bit and looked confused. "I never eat this before."

"Really?" Raziel asked and she nodded in response. "Just try to guess then."

"It tastes like milk." Joy said.

"It's made of milk, not really an answer, but we take it." Raziel answered before also eating a slice.

"Hey, don't eat it all." Myrcella told her.

"Too late." He said before putting all the cake in his mouth and eating it.

"If you going to eat all the sweets anyway, there's no point in playing." Joy complained as she took off her blindfold.

"Alright, sorry." He apologized. Suddenly, he feels something touch his cheek. He turned and noticed that Myrcella just licked him. "What are you doing?"

"There was cream on your cheek." She answered his question.

"Wow, you were that desperate to eat the cake." Raziel joked.

"Well, it is my favorite." She replied. "And since I didn't get to eat it,"

"I already apologized, you want me to do something to make it up to you?" He asked.

"Well... You can tell me what is that." She said while pointing at something that was covered by a blanket.

"My Harp."

"What's a Harp?" Joy asked.

"It's a musical instrument." He answered.

"But, can you play?" She asked.

"Yes."

"Then to make it up to me, you have to play me a song." Myrcella spoke with a smile, which Raziel was happy to see.

Raziel nodded and stood up from the ground in order to walk towards his instrument. He pulled the blanket off, and Myrcella and Joy were both impressed by it.

"It's beautiful." Joy commented as she touches it.

"Can you really play it?" Myrcella asked.

"Just a few songs." He explained.

Both Joy and Myrcella took a sit in front of Raziel. The Prince took a deep breath before starting to play. He let the melody flow through him like he always does it.

He hasn't played the Harp much often these days. Mostly because of everything that is going on. As he played the melody that he saw written down on the same room that he found the harp. There was something else written down on that room, but it was written in high valyrian which made him unable to read it. Although there was a word that he understood, Blackfyre, it was the only thing that was written on the common tongue for some reason.

The Prince only had one question. Did it mean the Valyrian steel sword, or the branch family of house Targaryen? That was a question that he couldn't find the answer to.

Soon enough, he finished the song and both of his cousins applauded him as a result.

"That was beautiful. " Joy told him.

"Can you play another? " Myrcella asked.

"Sure." Raziel replied.

After playing one more song for his cousins. The Prince was summoned by a servant, who told him that his mother wanted to see him.

Raziel instantly got chills by that as he was afraid that his mother would repeat what she did on the day before. While he walked towards the room that his mother was in, his hand was shaking the entire way. His heart was also beating very fast, so much that he thought that it was going to explode when he finally arrived at the door.

He opened and made his way in. "Umm... Hello?"

"Good evening, sweetie." His mother replied. She was sitting down on a chair wearing a crimson dress.

"Good evening, is something wrong?" Raziel talked, attempting to hide his discomfort.

"Yes, my son has been ignoring me all day and I'm not pleased by that. " His mother spoke with a expression on her face that terrified him.

"Ummm...I-I W-wa-was jus-" The Prince stuttered nervously at her as he didn't know what to say.

"Quiet!" She ordered him. "Come closer."

At this moment Raziel felt as his heart was about to come off his chest. He hesitated a bit.

"NOW!" She yelled which made him move right away.

The Prince approached the Queen in complete obedience. As he got closer and closer, he noticed a strange look on his mother's eyes. He then stood in front of his mother and the first thing she did was grab him. But as opposed to yesterday, she just pulled him gently and made him sit on her lap. She comfortably placed him and wrapped her arms gently around him.

"Now, tell your mother what is wrong." She told him in a very soothing tone that instantly calmed him down.

Raziel didn't want to lie to her. "You... You scared me yesterday." He confessed.

"I'm sorry cub, I was waiting for you and I ended up drinking a lot of wine." She apologized and kissed his forehead. "People do foolish things when they drink."

"Like father?"

"Especially like your father." She seemed very pleased that he has said that.

"What were we doing?" Raziel asked in curiosity as he never really understood.

"It was an act of love, I'll explain to you when you're a bit older." She replied as she patted him on the head. "But remember, you can never tell anyone what we do together."

"I know." She told him once that something awful would happen to the two of them, if he ever told anyone. "I wouldn't let anyone do anything bad with you."

"I know you wouldn't." She got closer and sniffed his hair. "That's why I love you."

"I love you too, Mother." He told her with a smile.

The Queen smiled in response. "Give me a kiss, Raziel."

"You want me to put my tongue in your mouth?" He asked since his mother likes to kiss like that.

"Yes."

Raziel obeyed and moved himself in order to wrap his arms around his mother's neck before he pressed his lips against hers. His mother then wrapped her arms around his torso and held him very tightly. It felt like their tongues were entangled together, but Raziel was already used to this sensation.

Jorah Mormont:

Jorah didn't know what was going to happen. And Honestly, he didn't really care anymore.

She was dead. The woman he loved was dead, and it was his fault. She was butchered like a pig by the people that he was foolishly helping.

Denys Drumm was his bloody name. That name brought nothing but raw wrath. A wrath that was burning with the intensity if wildfire.

"AAAAAAAAAHHHHHHH!" Jorah screamed as he felt another slice.

"You just have to answer the fucking question."

Several hours ago, three Ironborns dragged Jorah into a empty room and tied him into a very old wooden chair. There was a man there, that man was Denys Drumm brother, Donnel Drumm. He started to ask him a bunch of questions about Bear Island. But Jorah refused to say anything. The refusal came with a price however. Donnel started to slice him with his own sword.

Longclaw.

"How many boats do you have at Bear Island?" He asked.

Jorah responded by spitting on his face. Which Donnel in response, made another cut on Jorah, making a horizontal cut on his cheek. "AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHH!"

"Nothing, cuts like Valyrian steel." Donnel commented as he admired the blade. "Well, even if you don't tell us what we want to know. This entire mess at least had a upside, now house Drumm has two valyrian steel swords." That made Jorah grind his teeth in anger. The idea of Longclaw at the hands of these Ironborns, was infuriating. "Listen, I'm going to keep cutting until you give me an answer."

Jorah didn't say anything, he just stared at him with a look of pure fury as the blood from the cut on his cheek keeps dripping on his clothes.

Donnel Drumm made an annoyed look and hit Jorah in the nose with a straight punch. "Fucking Northmen." He walked towards a torch that was hanging on the wall and grabbed it. Then he approached the fire into Jorah's face. "In which part of the Island, are the supplies for the winter kept?" He interrogated.

Jorah Mormont was in a tight spot. He needed to find a way to escape before he was killed. "At a log cabin at east of the Island." It was a lie, but Donnel didn't know that.

"Good, you're finally cooperating." Donnel didn't seem to doubt what Jorah said. "Now, how gu-" As he was asking another question, a loud noise came from the door. "What the fuck was that?" He asked the Ironborn that was by the door.

"It came from downstairs." The Ironborn replied.

"Don't just fucking stand there then, go check it out." Donnel ordered him.

They were in a room above the dungeons. Jorah didn't know what the room was for. But he can assume that it was for nothing truly important due to how small it was.

The chair that he was tied in, was an old wooden chair. Jorah has been trying to break the arms of it, to try to escape. He was sure that if he just forced his arm off, it would break. But he was too weak and injured to be able to face Donnel and the other man on the room unarmed.

However, when the other man left the room to go check on that noise. "This is my only chance." Jorah told himself.

"Now... answer the other question." He approached Jorah with Longclaw. "How many boats do yo- AAAAHHHH!"

When Donnel was close enough, Jorah used all of his remaining strength to break the chair's arms. Breaking himself free quite easily. The chair was very old and breaking down, which the Ironborn was too stupid to check before he tied him on it.

Jorah tackled Donnel into the ground, making him drop Longclaw as the two fell. Before Donnel could react however, Jorah grabbed him by both sides of his head and began to bang his head into the ground several times. He did again and again and again, until there was a pool of blood on the ground. Despite that however, he didn't stop. His rage didn't allow him to stop, he wanted the Drumm to pay. Pay for his Queen of love and beauty.

"Lord Drumm! There was a intruder on the dungeon-" Jorah heard someone speaking on the door. He turned his gaze and saw that the Ironborn has returned.

The Ironborn quickly drew his battleaxe while Jorah reached for Longclaw.

Soon as Jorah stood up, the man changed at him swinging at the Lord of Bear Island. However, Jorah deflected the attack and tried to slice his head. But the Ironborn moved his head down and dodged the attack before hitting Jorah with the back of his fist. The blow made the already weak Jorah a bit stunned, nearly knocking him out. Nevertheless, he recovered quickly and swings his sword, landing at the back of the Ironborn's knee.

"AAAAAHHHH!" He yelled in pain as he fell into the ground. Giving no time to recover, Jorah pierce the Ironborn's neck with Longclaw.

Jorah then drops to one knee in exhaustion. He breathes heavily, still feeling the pain of his injuries at the hands of Donnel Drumm. He then looks at his corpse on the ground, with his eyes open with the head laying on a pool of blood. "I'm killing that brother of yours next." Jorah spoke with the corpse.

The Lord of Bear Island forced himself to stand before any other Ironborn shows up. He walks towards the sole window on the room to check outside.

It was a dark night, but he could see fire. He also saw the rest of the Ironborn. "Dammit." He spoke in a low voice as he saw the number of Ironborns outside. It was approximately thirty or more men which was too much for him to handle in that situation.

While he did his best to come up with a plan to escape. Suddenly, something call his attention.

A single fired arrow, flying upwards the sky. "What is that?"

Questions and Answers:

Q: Who is going to be Raziel's Alpha or Primal Companion?

A: What? Ummm... Probably Sandor, I think.

Q: Will raziel meet maya stone?

A: Meet? He's gonna keep her.

Q:very interesting story I look forward to the next chapter.

I suppose Raziel could obtain a Valyrian steel sword.
Personally, I hope that the more than 100 lost weapons of Valyrian steel are present in your history. I think Raziel might have a collection of Valyrian steel weapons.
I like this Cersei, I already want to know if she will have a daughter with Raziel in the future or if she will use one of Raziel's girls to be a breeding machine xD.

A: There will be a few original VS swords on this story.

WTF? No.

Q: What will Raziel's relationship with the Starks?

A: That's a complicated questions, but... here some dialogues that might answer. (Poor Grammar.)

{Robb: This is both dishonorable and against the King's law.

Raziel: The King is a fat drunk that could honestly not care less about his own laws. Robb, I know you plan on being a slave of honor like your father but for everyone's sake, do what I command.}

{Jon: The hell do you know about being a bastard?

Raziel: I know that most bastards are not brought to their father's homes and raised alongside true borns. Hell, according to Lord Arryn, I have more than ten half-siblings around and my father only acknowledged two of them due to my insistence. Also most... or any bastard as a matter of fact ,don't get to talk with the Prince on that tone without being punished.}

{Sansa: My Prince, why would you visit such a foul place.

Raziel: I was looking for someone and before you ask, no, I was not looking for a whore.}

{Arya: He's beautiful, where did you get him?

Raziel: At the Reach, my friend Willas gave him to me. He told me that he was an absolutely perfect horse.}

{Bran: I want to be a Kingsguard.

Raziel: Then you're going to be another great man wasted on the Kingsguard.}

{Theon: Man have their needs, even the crown Prince.

Raziel: Really? Because I think the only need you have is to brag about some pretty girl that you fucked or pretend that you're capable of something besides talking. Now get out of my sight, before I knock your teeth off your mouth.}

{Catelyn: My brother did inform me of your relationship with my niece.

Raziel: Maybe the floppy fish should have spent less time writing letters or drinking until he was unable to perform and took care of his niece, so I wouldn't have to do drastic things to people that called her a witch.}

{Eddard: We gave him our word that he would be granted passage.

Raziel: No Lord Stark, you gave him your word. I never gave mine, and I'm not letting him escape because of something as worthless as honor.}