Roman Invicta of Westeros Chapter 1, an a song of ice and fire fanfic

Disclaimer: I do not own any properties used in this fanfiction. The Game of Thrones show is owned by HBO and the Game of Thrones book series is owned by the talented George RR Martin.

Hey guys I've had this idea for a few years, and I recently had the inspiration to write it. My new story is about what if a force of Roman legions sailed from the west and ended up by the Iron Islands in Westeros. I have always been very interested in Roman history and the impact they had on Europe and the world. This story is inspired by The Eagle of Westeros by BrotherCaptainShepard.

Summary: Prior to Aegon's conquest of Westeros there are new people who appear off the coast of the Iron Islands sailing from the west of the World. The new people call themselves Romans and look to conquer the whole of the Iron Islands from the Ironborn. Yet will these new people be content with the subjection of the followers of the Drowned God or will they look to conquer this new world. How will the Romans deal with hostile kingdoms surrounding them and the ambitions of the last Dragonlords?

Chapter 1

34 Years Before Aegon's Conquest

Jerrod could only sigh as he continued to collect the water off the shore of the island called the Lonely Light. He was a thrall here who was taken into servitude by the Farwynds. He was once a fisherfolk who lived on the Stoney Shore of the North before the Ironborn raiders came and sacked his village. He had been on this desolate island for over two and ten summers as a thrall. His duties included collecting sea water to be boiled so the inhabitants of the island could have fresh water once the salt was taken out of the boiling water. He surmised it could be worse since he could be working in one of the many iron mines across the Iron Islands. Sometimes he could even remember the cold winter air of his homeland. He could imagine the small shanty fishing village which was once filled with the smell of the sea and the surrounding woodland which was common on the Stoney Shore. Yet his reminiscing would always be interrupted by the gruff voice of one of the Ironborn standing guard over them.

"Oye, you fucking Northern bastard what are you doing? You've got work to do you cunt. If you can daydream you can work", screamed the pig-nosed warrior as he neared Jerrod.

Jerrod could only bow his downtrodden face as close to the sand as he could and say to the honorless cur, "My apologies milord I wasn't thinking. I will get back to it".

"Ha I'm no lord but I will accept your groveling though next time I'll take some fingers from you", said the guard with a bloodthirsty stare at Jerrod.

Jerrod could only quiver in fear as the hulking warrior moved back to his fellows as he went back to a large iron pot filled with seawater. He started to move more kindling under the pot and watched as the fire grew a little larger. While collecting and making fresh water was an easier task it could be a long process. It took a long time for the salt from the water to come to the surface and then separate so the salt could be used to make salted fish and other meats. He continued his task though he couldn't help but hear something in the distance. It sounded like a song of some kind, but it seemed to be far into the distance. His eyes moved from the pot to the sea as it seemed to grow a little louder. 'It must be my imagination there cannot be anything coming from that direction there is nothing beyond the Sunset Sea', thought Jerrod as he went back to his work. Though he thought his mind was imagining things he swore the singing was growing louder. The song sounded as ethereal and mysterious as he had never heard something like it.

It seemed he was not the only one listening as the guards drew closer to the shore and even the other thralls were drawn to the singing coming from the sea. It sounded as if it was from thousands of voices, but it couldn't be since there was just fog out there. Jerrod started to worry as in the distance there were some outlines coming from the sea. He along with everyone else could see large shadowy silhouettes drawing closer along with the singing. As the shapes grew closer and it seemed to be large ships everyone could finally hear the singing. It started out faint, but it soon grew to a thunderous sound as thousands of voices sang in unison.

Roma, Roma, O Roma

Legio! Aeterna! Aeterna! Victrix!

Verti Est Sua Aeterni

Corda Nostra Solum Tibi

Verti Est Sua Aeterni

Vita Nostra Solum Tibi

Verti Est Sua Aeterni

Corda Nostra Solum Tibi

Roma, Roma, O Roma

Legio! Aeterna! Aeterna! Victrix!

It was surreal for all gathered at the beach as ships the sizes of dromonds started to draw closer to the shore as the oars of the ships cut into the water of the sea and propelled the ships closer to the shore. The song that was sung grew into a cascading crescendo as the people gathered at the beach drew their eyes to the sails. All the sails present on the ships had the same golden eagle on a field of red. It appeared that the ships were from the same place but that didn't make sense there shouldn't be anything beyond the Sunset Sea. The ships drew onto the sands. Jerrod could only stare in awe as men began to get off the ships; they were all clad in what appeared to be silvery armor that covered their chests and stomachs and seemed to be segmented. They all bore the same helmets that covered their faces but the front and carried large shields that he had never seen before. All present on the beach could only stare in shock as these Summer Men (People across the Sunset Sea the Maesters would call the Romans). The gathered guards soon drew their weapons and started to head towards these strange men as the thralls could only continue to stare in shock at this phenomenon.

The same pig-nose guard moved at the head of the gathered men-at-arms and yelled across to the invaders, "Oye what do you cunts think you are doing. You are on the Lonely Light ruled by House Farwynd. Get back to your ships or we'll gut you like swine".

The faces of the Summermen were stone cold as they stared at the guard. As one of the uniform armored soldiers drew short blades and raised the large shields in a tight shield wall. They moved with a fluidity as they were not men but one being as they surrounded the guards and started to cut them down. The screams of the dying Ironborn were sweet to Jerrod and the other thralls ears as they could only see this moment as a dream as the Summermen moved to them. Jerrod could only stare in confusion as the armored men started to move the thralls away from the ships and behind Jerrod could see why. More ships had joined the ones on the shore, and it seemed to be unending. All Jerrod could think was what were these men here for and why bring thousands of these men to the Lonely Light? These thoughts were the start of Jerrod's as he would never dream of what these Summermen would later do to the Ironborn.

Author's Note: I have always wanted to write this story and hopefully I can continue it. Lately I have been having some writer's block about Rise of the Grey Wolf. I am still going to release the next chapter though it has been hard trying to write it. I recently got inspired to write this story since it has always been something I wanted to do. Please leave a review and be on the watch for the next chapter of Rise of the Grey Wolf.