The finish chapter will be under the story named The Stark

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CH 19 draft

It's been a week since I arrived at Kings Landing. On the first day, Jon Arryn greeted me before we entered the castle. However, as we were about to step inside, Robert came into the courtyard to personally welcome me. As he approached me, he had a smile on his face and placed his hands on my shoulders, gazing up at my impressive ship.

"I've heard rumors about this ship. It's truly awe-inspiring to see it in person," he said with genuine amazement. Then he chuckled, recalling the moment he first laid eyes on it.

"I thought I was still drunk when I saw it," Robert chuckled. "I was walking back from a piss, when I noticed the boy who was supposed to be tending to my wine letting it drip onto the floor as he was just staring out the window and up at the sky. I was ready to box the little shits ears for spilling my wine, but then he blurts out with "Your grace there's a flying ship up there!" while telling me this Robert couldn't help but keep his gaze fixed on the floating vessel above us.

As he started to glance over toward me his eyes fell upon Sybelle and Myranda, both looking absolutely stunning in their Hanfu-style dresses. Sybelle's attire was a true masterpiece, crafted from layers of exquisitely delicate emerald silk. The dress was adorned with intricate embroidery, featuring patterns of fearsome dire wolves made from golden thread. The sleeves, made from light green silk, showcased a pattern of snarling dire wolf heads. The translucent fabric gracefully flowed from her shoulders, extending past her fingertips. The dress itself boasted a beautiful shade of green that complemented her fair complexion perfectly. Around her neck, she wore a striking Imperial-style necklace made of jade and gold, with perfectly matching earrings. And adding an even more regal touch, she had a crown fashioned from gold, adorned with jade-encrusted laurel leaves, sitting beautifully atop her head.

Myranda looked absolutely stunning in her outfit! She wore a traditional YiTi hanfu that was a beautiful deep sapphire color, giving off an air of elegance. It had a similar style to Sybelle's outfit, but what made it stand out were the intricate silver snowflake patterns that decorated it. These patterns added a touch of beauty and made the hanfu truly exquisite.

To complete the look, Myranda draped a light, transparent blue shawl over her shoulders and around her arms. The shawl was adorned with crystal blue snowflakes, adding a hint of sparkle to her ensemble. Her jewelry was equally as impressive! She wore a necklace made of sapphire and diamond that sparkled around her neck, and her ears were adorned with diamond earrings in the shape of snowflakes.

The outfits you see were specially created and gifted by the Emperor of Yi Ti. He had his personal royal dressmaker working diligently to perfect these wonderful garments.

000

Robert had just woken up and finished his breakfast. He was planning on going to visit Petyr Baelish's popular brothel to wet his cock. Suddenly, the same boy from earlier this morning came running towards him. "Your Grace, there's a carriage coming down from Prince Leon's ship," the yellow haired Lannister brat said, speaking really fast. Robert quickly followed the boy to the courtyard and saw a magnificent carriage, with Leon and Jon talking nearby. Unable to contain his excitement, Robert hurried over and playfully bumped Leon on the shoulder, all while looking up at the impressive floating vessel.

As his eyes wandered, Robert noticed the presence of the Stark guards. While looking at his attention was drawn to two incredibly beautiful women. He had never seen anyone as stunning as these ethereal creatures standing before him. Thoughts of what he could do with them raced through his mind, causing him to feel a sensual arousal and feeling his cock harden.

Robert suddenly started to feel a drop in temperature, and a shiver ran down his spine, jolting him out of his daze while staring at the girls. He glanced around and noticed Jon giving him a disapproving look. Then, his gaze shifted to Leon, and in that moment, he could feel his heart skip a beat from the intense anger emanating from his eyes.

Swallowing nervously, I took a deep breath to calm myself down and clear my mind. Even though it was most likely just my imagination playing tricks on me, I couldn't help feeling a sense of impending doom.

I tried to reassure myself by reminding myself that I was the king and had nothing to fear. However, the fears I felt were still lingering and hard to shake off.

Leon introduced Sybelle Stark, his sister, to Robert, showcasing his protective nature towards his family. Robert felt a chill run down his spine, even in his intoxicated state. He knew better than to underestimate Leon's love for his mother and sisters.

Leon's eyes had an intense glare that made it clear he didn't care about Robert's position of power. At first, Robert was in disbelief, thinking it was just his imagination playing tricks on him. But deep down, Robert knew that if he kept pushing the young prince's buttons, he would suffer consequences far worse than death.

Jon had warned Robert about Leon's irrational behavior, particularly when it concerned his family, especially Sybelle. It was rumored that during his conquest of the iron islands, Leon showed extreme brutality towards those who insulted his loved ones, especially Sybelle. Whispers circulated of Leon viciously silencing his enemies by cutting out tongues and gouging out eyes with his bare hands, before finally ending their lives in various gruesome ways, all because they had dared to insult Sybelle.

Still feeling like the world was becoming colder, Leon shifted his gaze away from me and pointed towards the beautiful blue scenery. "This is my Myranda," he said, his eyes returning to mine, filled with a hint of challenge. " My paramore." I was almost tempted to take him up on that challenge before I regained my rationality.

Just then, he caught the tail end of Leon's introduction. It suddenly dawned on him that Leon was introducing someone who was standing closer to the carriage, someone he hadn't bothered to look at until now. Finally, his mind processed what Leon had been saying. "Your Grace, allow me to introduce you to my mother, Lady Barbary Stark," Leon announced proudly.

Barbrey Stark is a tall, straight-backed, and attractive woman. She has some wrinkles around her mouth, and her eyes are dark and piercing, reflecting her intelligence. Her hair is a mix of brown and gray, giving her a distinguished look.

Lady Stark prefers to tie her hair behind her head in a knot, a style often seen on widows. Brandon's widow adorns herself in high quality linen and silk. starting with a white palla made from fine linen.

On top of the palla, she wears transparent layers of silvery gray silk, resembling the fashion of a stola. To complete her ensemble, she drapes a tunica made from translucent light gray fabric with dark gray borders. The tunica features intricate patterns of silver wolves. She elegantly places it over the back of her head, draping it down over her shoulders and wrapping her arms with it.

Robert noticed a young girl standing beside Lady Stark whom he instantly recognized. The girl, who is now 18 years old, happened to be Leon's sister Maisie Stark. He had met her during her last visit to Kings Landing when she was 14th nameday. Maisie was dressed similarly to her mother, except she had a grey linen palla and her stola and tunica were made of exquisite red silk. Her stola had layers of translucent red silk with beautiful embroidery depicting weirwood leaves intertwined in a delicate pattern.

Robert noticed a young girl standing by Lady Stark that he instantly recognized. It turns out, the girl is now 18 years old and happens to be Leon's sister, Maisie Stark. He had actually met her the last time she visited Kings Landing when she was 14th nameday. Maisie was wearing an outfit that resembled her mother's, except hers had a grey linen palla, and her stola and tunica were made of stunning red silk. Her stola had layers of translucent red silk with a beautiful embroidery that showcased weirwood leaves in an intricate pattern. She also had a simple gold necklace with a ruby pendant, which added a touch of elegance. To top it off, she wore a golden circlet adorned with rubies and detailed weirwood leaf patterns on her head.

Leon was introducing the rest of his family to me, but I tried my best to avoid looking at his sister or his paramore. One person he introduced me to was Benjen Stark. I had only met Benjen once before and could barely remember him. However, I took my time to really look at him and realized that he resembled a younger version of Ned, with a slim build.

After that, Leon reintroduced me to his grandfather, whom I remembered from the rebellion. I smiled at the man, as I had heard about his skill with racing horses. In the last half decade house Ryswell became a known name in the horse trading business. Everyone in the seven kingdoms knows, if you want the best horses you need to buy from house Ryswell. His favorite horse, Storm, was a powerful black war stallion that he had acquired from the Ryswell stables. The beast was powerful and fast and probably the best trained horse he has ever ridden.

As Leon continued introducing his advisors, my mind started to wander off. I was tempted to interrupt Leon just to get it over with, but I stopped myself and returned my full attention to the conversation when Brandon, Lyanna's son, was mentioned.

He glanced at the young man he had heard about from Varys, his master of whispers. Varys had shared bits and pieces of the terrible fate that Brandon had gone through.

As he looked at Brandon, he felt a mix of emotions. On one hand, he wanted to run over and violently smash his head into the ground for being the son of Rhaegar. But on the other hand, he couldn't forget that Brandon was also the son of his beloved Lyanna. From everything he had heard and learned, Lyanna loves this boy with all her heart.

Looking at him again, all he could think about was how Brandon should have been his and Lyanna's child. Instead, he was surrounded by children with blonde hair and green eyes, not the beautiful children with black hair and grey eyes he had imagined.

With that thought, all his happiness faded away. He briefly clasped Leon on the shoulder telling me that he plans on throwing a feast, for me to join him. He then glanced at Brandon once more before turning around and heading back into the castle to drown his sorrows in drink.

000

There was a bit of disagreement when I managed to convince Robert to let me have my wolf guards with me. I made a remark about not trusting the white cloaks, no matter how pristine their armor may be. "I have a knack for spotting cowards and turncoats." I said this while giving Barristan Selmy a suspicious glance. Selmy seemed to take offense, and Jon attempted to diffuse the tension. However, Robert quickly ended the discussion by assuring me that my guards could accompany me. Jon chimed in, suggesting that four guards should suffice.

Later that night, I had the chance to meet the court of Roberts, as well as the members of his small council. After entering the room the queen wanted me to kneel before her and her bastard child after I was announced to the court. It was considered proper and expected for me to do so, but I didn't want to show respect to her weakling of a son. Before I had a chance to refuse, however, Robert dismissed her request in a friendly manner.

I was fortunate enough to sit next to him, and we discussed my battles in the iron islands. Jon, on the other hand, tried to criticize me for my violent actions. But Robert ignored him, and instead laughed at the stories of what I had done to the priests who followed the Drowned God.

000

So, after the meeting wrapped up, we all hung around for another thirty minutes before going our separate ways. I actually wanted to catch up with Sybelle and Myranda, but it turns out they had other plans - they wanted to have a romantic evening together, and I wasn't invited to join in on the fun.

I sought out Val for some company. Val was just as spirited as she had been the first time we were together. She fought back fiercely, like a wild animal, biting and scratching. Eventually, after I managed to overpower her, she seemed to relax and began to enjoy the experience once more. The next morning, I woke up feeling sore, with a few bruises with a busted lip.

I had the most delightful surprise this morning when Val started our day with a burst of passion. She woke me up in the most incredible way by using her mouth, and then we spent another hour together in pure bliss.

After we finished breakfast, I decided to spend some extra time bonding with Val to learn more about her. To my surprise, she turned out to be incredibly intelligent. She could count and read, which amazed me considering her background beyond the wall.

When Val discovered that I possessed magic, her enthusiasm grew and she took the lead in initiating intimate moments between us throughout the week. She even seemed excited when Myranda and Sybelle joined us, although Val had an interesting reaction when she found out that Sybelle was my sister.

One thing that Val really enjoyed was sparring. She felt a sense of pride when she was able to overcome Myranda in a spar. However, her pride quickly vanished when she sparred with Sybelle and Maisie. Both of them easily had her on her back with a training spear at her neck, and it happened in under 30 seconds.

I was glad to see that Val didn't feel discouraged or angry after that experience. Instead, she became determined to improve herself. She dedicated many hours to sparring and training with Sybelle. It also seemed like she had formed a bond with my sister, Maisie. Val spent her other free time reading and discussing interesting books

Val loved to spend time in the observation room of ships on beautiful, sunny days. From there, she would gaze down at Kings Landing, enjoying the view. But one day one of the most erotic things happened. We found ourselves alone in that room, and in the spur of the moment, we shared a passionate encounter. It happened right in the middle of the glass floor, with Val laying on her stomach still peering down at the city below. I could sense her excitement, pulsing through her heart as it beat faster and faster.

After a passionate night, she finally opened up to me and shared something personal. She told me about her sister, Dalla, and their experiences growing up together. She also briefly mentioned their late mother, who passed away when they were young due to an illness. It seems that they had to learn how to hunt and defend themselves from a young age.

She mentioned joining a group of warriors, but didn't go into much detail about it. When I asked about Dalla's whereabouts, she gave me a vague response.

Looking back, I was certain that in the timeline before, Mance actually met Dalla after his return from spying in Winterfell.

I also know that Val and Dalla are members of Mance's army that he was gathering. I gained a lot of information from the prisoners I had collected at the abandoned giant settlement. I didn't inform Val about the prisoners. As far as Val knows, she was the only survivor from the raiding party.

I wondered if something had changed or if in the previous timeline, Dalla and Val were already part of Mance Rayder's army. And it wasn't until after his return from Winterfell that Dalla and Mance became intimate.

She seemed hesitant to discuss Mance Rayder and the army he was building. It's clear that she doesn't have much information about it yet. I found it amusing to watch her try to avoid giving me details about the freefolk army.

(Two thoughts that I have written, but plan on disregarding)

During the feast, three not-so-smart young nobles approached Myranda and Sybelle, asking for a dance. Sybelle politely declined, while Myranda responded by snubbing him and telling him to piss off. This made several people around them burst out laughing at him. The already drunk man didn't take kindly to that and made a disrespectful comment about Myranda, calling her a low born whore while trying to grab her arm. After missing to grab Myranda and being laughed at again, he made to strike her.

But before he could, I swiftly threw my dining dagger and it landed through his hand. He stumbled back, screeching in pain while holding onto his hand and fell to the ground. The white cloaks immediately drew their weapons and started moving towards me. At the same time, the wolf's guard drew their blades and moved behind me, but Robert raised his hands and slammed it on the table to stop the King's guards.

Jon Arryn, in an attempt to diffuse the tension, tried to calm everyone down. But unfortunately, I let my anger get the best of me. I impulsively leaped over the table and approached one of the young men, causing another to put his hands up and step back while leaving his friends to face me. Another guy, who seemed to be connected to the man on the ground, attempted to block my path. Without a moment's hesitation, I swiftly struck him in the throat, causing him to stumble and struggle for breath.

With a cold voice, I approached the belligerent drunkard and asked him sternly, "What did you just say?" He remained silent, so I grabbed his hair and forcefully shook his head before turning him to face me. I again demanded what he said, only to realize that the idiot had actually fainted.

I turned to his companion and politely informed him that I had challenged them both to a duel to the death before the tourneys began. Pointing out the badger emblem on their clothing, I added that if they failed to show up, it would be clear to the world that house Lydden was full of cowards. As a final gesture, I spat on one of them before turning away.

Taking a moment to address the rest of the Hall, I declared that all trade with Westerland would be suspended for two years. Additionally, any Westerland ships and merchants would be prohibited from entering the north or using my canal for two years. I made it clear that I would only lift the band once I received a proper apology.

Afterwards, I turned to Robert and expressed my gratitude for the feast and the pleasant conversation. I then faced the Queen, looking into her eyes as she simmered with anger. Without another word, I turned my back on her and discreetly signaled to my family and companions that it was time for us to depart.

As we left the banquet hall, the sounds began to pick up once more. Jon Arryn hurried over to me, wearing a disappointed expression but clearly wanting to have a conversation.

Jon offered to find a servant to guide me and my party to our rooms. However, I let him know that we will be staying on my ship while we're in King's Landing. Just before we parted ways, Jon came to the real reason why he stopped me. He requested a meeting with me tomorrow. He mentioned that he had called for a small council gathering in the early afternoon.

000

After settling down at the table in my meeting chamber aboard my ship following the feast, I noticed that it was quite cloudy in King's Landing. Determined to have some natural light, I ordered my vessel to ascend above the clouds, allowing the soft glow of the halfmoon to filter through the windows. Of course, the room was also well-lit by enchanting lamps that illuminated every corner.

The table we gathered around was an exquisite masterpiece, featuring a highly intricate map of Westeros and parts of Essos. Personally, I found this map to be far superior in terms of accuracy and scale compared to the one at Dragonstone. It provided a truly detailed representation of the lands, allowing us to better understand the geographical distances and measurements.

Uncle Benjen began the meeting with a smile and said, "Well, that went better than expected." I raised my cup to Myranda and said, "Excellent performance." Myranda graciously acknowledged with a bow from her seat, causing Sybelle to giggle.

Olly leaned back in his chair, putting his hands above his head to support himself, and asked, "So, how long do you think it'll take the old lion to come to King's Landing?" He wore a big smile on his face.

"Well," my mother replied, glancing at Martin for confirmation, "he'll probably be here in a week and a half." Martin nodded, sitting up a little straighter, and responded, "I assume Queen Cersei or Lord Arryn will delay the tourney so that Lord Lannister has plenty of time to arrive."

Maisie had a confused look on her face as she glanced at Myranda, then turned to me and asked, "Wait, was that all just an act?"

Sybelle looked at Maisie and responded, "Well, since you decided to sleep in this morning and only woke up 30 minutes before we were supposed to head to King's Landing, you missed the meeting where we discussed our plans." Maisie still looking confused, said, "I don't understand, are we trying to go to war with the Lannisters?"

Looking back at Maisie, I reassured her with a smile, "Don't worry, the war isn't happening right now. The Lannisters might be feeling a bit hurt and their pride wounded, but Tywin is smart enough not to start a war with us at this moment."

I smirked and added, "The rest of the realm may not know it, but Tywin is actually in a pretty tough spot right now."

Smiling at my sister, I continued, "You see, several of his mines have run dry and he's been trying his best to hide that fact. But I've been doing my part to spread the word throughout the seven kingdoms. And as for his attempts to increase his wealth through trade? Well, let's just say I've been secretly intercepting and plundering his cargo ships."

I chuckled and said, "I've made sure that every fifth ship Tywin sends out ends up sunk, with its cargo in my possession. If he tries to come to the stormlands, he won't have much luck."

"He knows that he won't receive any support from the crown since Robert is heavily in our favor, even though his daughter is married to Robert." Olly chimed in jokingly, "Probably more because Tywin's daughter is his wife."

Ignoring Olly, I continued, "We're also far superior in fighting skills and power. The realm still remembers that we won Robert's rebellion. No matter how much Jon tries to spin it, everyone knows that we decimated the Iron Islands."

But what this will do is hurt Tywin's pride, and since he cannot lash out at us, he may lash out at others. Additionally, many kingdoms will take advantage of trading with the Westerlands.

When the war finally happens, there will be three candidates for king. Joffrey and his mother will be backed by the Lannisters and the crown lands. We predict that Renly will name himself king, He will be backed by the Stormlands and the Reach.

Taking a moment to clear my throat, I continued speaking in a friendly tone, "So, it seems like Stanis Baratheon will have support from both the Vale and the Riverlands."

Martin chimed in, adding, "You know, some herb hunters have made predictions about the weather. They believe that in the next year and a half, there will be a drought in the reach, while the Riverlands will face the opposite problem with heavy rainfall. This excessive rain might ruin a lot of their crops."

The interesting thing is that we've been buying crops from both the Riverlands and the Vale. We've been paying an exorbitant price for them, without really thinking about the future. And do you know what they've been doing with the gold we give them? Well, they've been using it to buy steel tools and equipment from us. Meanwhile, we've been giving them our old steel weapons and armor, trying to get rid of our old supplies."

In the reach we also inform them that if they sell less of a larger volume of crops than normal, then we will purchase them at normal prices instead of the discounted price we negotiated for after the war. Only house Tyrell did not accept our deal, but sold us the amount that they had even at the lower price.

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Throughout the night, Cersei was being quite rude to me, making snide remarks. I chose to ignore them, but when she directed a comment towards Brandon, I couldn't hold back my frustration. I slammed my knife onto the table and gave her a pointed glance. As a reaction, Jamie Lannister swiftly unsheathed his blade, and the other kings guard started reaching for their weapons as well.

The fact that the king's guards were now threatening me seemed to anger Robert even more than my own comments and actions towards Cersei and their son. He let out a booming roar, demanding that the king's guard put away their weapons. In addition, he delivered a powerful backhand to Cersei for her disrespectful remarks.

He was really angry at her and told her to keep quiet. And of course, she just had to make a sarcastic comment. Robert got so mad that he slammed his hand on the table again, and it shook with the force of his punch. That really scared Cersei.

Then he turned to me and apologized for what she said. I grabbed my dagger and put it away while staring at her. I told Robert, "I don't hold anything against you, but maybe if you punched her with a closed fist, you could dislocate her jaw so you can have some peace and quiet without her scratching at you."

Everyone in the hall went silent when they heard what I said, especially the knights in white cloaks. Jamie, in particular, gave me a really angry look. But after a second, Robert started laughing and falling down on his set at the table. His laughter was followed by the rest of the hall.

The next evening I took a little detour above the Westerlands one night. In a clandestine fashion, I unleashed a few meteors on their active mines. I must say! I also had some fun causing chaos by destroying some of their farms, making it look like a crazy tornado had struck during the night. The buildings where they stored their grain - I gave them a fiery makeover!

I put my magical powers to good use. I floated down to the castle and found the Lannister's treasury and slyly swiped just about everything in there. It was going great until a bunch of guards showed up out of nowhere. They must have heard the commotion of all that gold being moved around, because I definitely wasn't being stealthy. I had no choice but to hide out for hours on end, clinging to the ceiling of those ancient mines they use as their treasury.

Sneaking out took a longer time since the castle was at high alert, and I had to make my way through it without being detected. Even though I was magically invisible. I bump into something or someone or if I don't keep my concentration going I may reveal myself. Not to mention my dissolution magic isn't pure invisibility. If I start moving and someone is looking my way they could tell somethings not right by the shimmer my movements would give away.