Chapter 12: Moonlander (3/4)
Jon Arryn:
That night was accompanied by a very strong wind. The cold and wetness of the sea could be felt through and through. But sadly, Jon couldn't just sit in front of a warm fire and wait for it to end.
"My Lord, are you certain that this is a necessity?" One of the Knights that was accompanying him asked.
"If I didn't, we wouldn't be here." Jon replied as he adjusted his cloak to protect himself from the wind. "Though, I cannot fault you for your worry." In truth, Jon has a bad feeling about this and he was expecting something to happen.
"My Lord, if you are unsure, why take such a risk?" That was a question that came from a different Knight.
"Despite my uncertainty, this might be our best opportunity to actually solve this predicament." Jon pointed out, despite the fact that this was indeed an incredibly risky plan that had more chance for failure than anything. But the Hand of the King already waited too long and the more he did, the more of a chance Lord Grafton would have to hide the evidence or escape. The evidence that I was able to gather is more than enough proof of Lord Grafton's crimes, I shall confront and place him under arrest for embezzling gold from the crown and allowing smugglers to freely sell whatever they were smuggling into Vale. The Warden of the East was more than determined to finally solve this annoying mess once and for all.
Accompanied by several guards and well-equipped knights, Jon Arryn walks through the dark streets of Gulltown in the direction of the building where he met Petyr Baelish. Despite my lack of trust in him, I have no choice but carefully utilize the opportunity that he managed to get me.
It didn't take long for them to actually reach the street that leads to the building. The place was practically empty with nothing but a few torches to give the place some light. "Everyone, prepare yourselves for the worse." Jon advised his party, since the chances of the situation going wrong was considerably high.
The Lord of the Vale really shouldn't be there. I did everything I could to avoid putting myself in this kind of situation during both Rebellions, and now I'm walking straight into possible danger .His old bones weren't really made for this kind of situation. During both Robert's Rebellion and the GreyJoy Rebellion, Jon mostly stayed away from the direct conflict. Either leading from behind or staying away from the battle entirely. I can't really blame my age for that, I was never very interested in battle. Even as a young man, Jon always preferred to stay out of trouble and just stay comfortable where he was, something that always put him at odds with his more gallant friends that couldn't wait for a chance to prove themselves.
"My Lord..." One of the Knights called out for him.
"Yes?" Jon turned around and asked.
"I will ask one last time if you are absolutely certain that you want to be present during the arrest." The Knight expressed his concern. "No offense to you, my Lord." The man began with an apology. "This can turn ugly relatively quickly and if a battle ensure-"
"I appreciate your concern and no offense is taken." Jon interrupted him right away. "I am perfectly aware that my presence here is troublesome, as opposed to some, I am more than aware of my age, my good Ser." Jon himself considers both a blessing and a curse that he reached old age. A blessing because most don't get to reach his age, at least not without debilitating injuries, ugly scars or health problems. A curse, because he basically outlived nearly everyone he ever loved and he hopes that the Stranger will claim his life before he can outlive anyone else. "But I personally want to confront Lord Grafton over this matter." Despite the clear evidence of this crime, House Grafton was still a noble house of the Vale and the Vale is his responsibility. " I genuinely hope that maybe, just maybe, I can actually convince Gerold Grafton to come peacefully." To give him a chance of a fair trial.
The Knight sighed. "As you wish my Lord."
Though, he has to admit that simply sending his Knights to arrest Lord Grafton and then confront him while he was bound would be the smarter choice. But Jon's sense of duty to the Vale spoke louder and he genuinely believed that his presence there can actually avoid bloodshed.
Jon and the rest of his party made their way to the building where he met Petyr Baelish. With the guard's and the knights surrounding Jon in order to cover him from all directions.
"Protect the Hand of the King at all cost." The Knight instructed everyone in a low voice.
Slowly, Jon took steps forward while being shielded by the guards. Passing through the door frame and entering the building.
Petyr Baelish has offered himself to accompany Jon. But then he took back the offer, saying that he needed to visit his daughter. Jon remembered that small detail, but he was almost certain that he was lying.
Once they were all in, they realized that the place was considerably illuminated by torches hanging on the walls.
Jon only had to take a very good look at the place to realize something. "Come on out." That there were people hiding in the shadows.
A few seconds later, a Knight of House Grafton came out of the shadows and bowed before the Hand of the King. "Lord Arryn." The Knight greeted him. "Lord Grafton awaits for you on the second floor."
Jon could only sigh in response, wondering if he just fell into a trap by Petyr Baelish. But since it was too late to back up now, he decided to comply. Wordlessly, he moved past the Knight in order to reach the stairs.
I don't know what Lord Grafton is planning or for how long he knew about my presence, I just pray that if I am to fall here, that Robert doesn't destroy Gulltown in retaliation. His former Ward's vengeful nature was something that he was painfully accustomed with. But I need to be serious, Lord Grafton wouldn't be stupid enough to actually have me killed. He knows that my presence here must mean that others are aware of what he's been up to. Jon personally believes that Lord Grafton was intelligent enough to realize that doing anything with the Hand of the King will result in far worse consequences than anything.
Jon climbed the stairs with his guards and knights following behind him. All on the edge and preparing for a conflict. Slowly, he climbed the stairs, maintaining his calm and preparing himself for whatever happens once he reached the second floor of that empty building.
Which only took three more steps. Once the top was reached, Jon came across a worrisome sight.
The sight of Gerold Grafton, standing in the middle of that room, with several guards around him.
Jon's own guards and knights were about to draw their weapons in response. But Jon signalled them all to stand down. They all gave him looks of both confusion and worry, but Jon ignored them and stepped forward.
Taking a deep breath, Jon took five steps forward in order to stand face to face with Gerold Grafton. Gerold was a wide man with thick arms and shoulders, but he is not tall. His hair is a dirty blond mop. He was wearing a fully red cotte and leather boots, a strange choice of clothing in Jon's opinion. Upon approaching, Jon also realized that he had a falchion strapped on his hip.
Once he got close enough, Jon sensed a really unpleasant smell coming from the man standing in front of him. And he really doesn't think that the smell is the result of a lack of baths.
He decided to speak. "You already know why I'm here, am I correct?" There was no point in pleasantries, since it would only delay the inevitable.
"Yes," Lord Grafton didn't even bother to hide it. "Nothing happens in Gulltown without my knowledge, Lord Arryn." He spoke with a booming voice. "Though, I must admit, I only found out that you came here yourself a few days ago."
"Then you are more than aware that I already know everything that it's transpiring here." Jon pointed out while folding his arms, standing face to face with him. "Tell me, what exactly happened with Yohn Royce's sons?" That was a question that he wanted an answer for.
Gerold rubbed his eyes for a bit before answering. "The youngest one got greedy."
Jon made a very confused face before speaking in response. "What?!"
"He somehow found out that the goods being sold were smuggled, but instead of telling his father about it, he asked for compensation." Lord Gerold explained in clear repulsion.
"Why would he need this kind of coin?" House Royce was a considerably wealthy House, so Jon clearly didn't understand why Waymar Royce had a need for coins that came from unlawful activities.
"It wasn't the coin that he wanted." Gerold was quick to correct Jon. "He demanded things like suits of armor and weapons that came from Essos."
Jon sighed as that actually made sense, there are certain kinds of weapons and armor from the far east that are highly sought after in Westeros. Jon once heard rumors of strange projectile weapons in Yi Ti that could launch balls made of metal. So he really doesn't think that a foolish boy like Waymar would pass such an opportunity to acquire exotic weapons and armor from across the sea, despite the fact that it was smuggled.
"The foolish child kept demanding more and more, then his brother apparently noticed something and probably forced the fool to confess." Gerold was clearly not so sure about that, but it was the most likely theory. "However, the second son had more honor and common sense than his brother."
Jon had an urge to scoff in response to that, because he found it incredibly pitiful for someone who has committed a crime to talk about honor and common sense. "You had them both subdued and taken out of Gulltown." That part didn't need confirmation.
"Yes." It's not like there was any point in denying.
"Why?" It was quite obvious but Jon was confused about a simple detail. "Why not just kill the two and hide the bodies?" The two knew about the scheme, and they could easily ruin everything by talking, so it didn't make sense to Jon.
"Despite what you may think of me, Lord Arryn." Gerold folded his arms as he spoke. "House Royce is a noble house of the Vale and I have no desire of slaughtering the children of Bronze Yohn."
"Personally, I don't know what to think of you." Jon pointed out as a cold wind came through the window. "You committed a crime against the crown and personally attacked House Royce when you took the two boys." Those were his main crimes. "Yet, you are standing here in front of me, talking like we are having a formal discussion." That was the part that puzzled Jon the most. "You have to know that I am here to take you under custody and yet, you are standing there confessing your crimes like they all mean nothing."
"Because they don't really mean nothing." Lord Grafton spoke while looking down. "You can take me under custody, but in the end, you won't accomplish anything by doing that." The man declared.
Once again, Jon was confused. "What do you mean?" There was something off about Lord Grafton, like his mind wasn't all there.
"You see, you could have literally just stayed in the Eyrie instead of coming here yourself." Lord Grafton began to explain. "Things would have been solved by themselves eventually."
"Lord Grafton..." Jon could sense that there was something going on. "What exactly are you getting at?" Because Jon didn't understand.
Lord Grafton just gave him a stoic face, before he began to undo the laces on his red cotte. With Jon taking a step back as part of him was having a bad feeling about that. It turned out to be the right idea, because as soon as Gerold Grafton opened his cotte, Jon was startled by the sight of his torso.
His torso was covered in gruesome looking spots that appeared to be pieces of his skin that had fallen off, some were covered in puss and Jon immediately realized that the foul smell was coming from that. Some of the spots were covered in bandages, but it was clearly a waste of it as they were all soaked in blood and puss,
"Is that..." Jon was afraid to ask as he covered his nose as the smell was starting to become unbearable.
"I don't know what it is." He answered right away while giving a very sad smile. But Jon could tell that the man wanted to cry in response.
Jon actually heard about that once. It's a disease that it's quite common at Ulthos. His knowledge on it is limited, he only knows that it's fatal once you contract it.
"How?" Jon asked.
"A smuggler from Ulthos tried to blackmail me and I responded by ceasing his ship." Gerold explained to him while looking at his diseased torso. "He offered me a considerable amount of coin to have it back, I only found out too late that the coin was covered in something." And that "something" clearly caused the disease.
Jon sighed as he watched Gerold cover himself once more with his cotte. "I assume that your chances of recovery are minimal?" It was quite obvious by the state of his torso. Despite the fact that Gerold seemed fine and was standing straight, there was something on him that indicated a considerable amount of pain.
"Lord Arryn, the only thing keeping me standing right now are copious amounts of Milk of the Puppy." Lord Grafton confessed with a sad smile on his face.
Jon sighed as he pitied the man. "Lor-" He decided to drop the formalities. "Gerold... Why?" That was all that he wanted to know.
"The truth?" Gerold asked and Jon nodded as he wanted to know why. "After I became Lord Grafton, after the death of my father... I was... Lost." Began explaining it to Jon. "You see, I remember the rebellion like it was yesterday." So did Jon, part of him still can't believe that a decade has already passed. "I remember Robert Baratheon killing my father by shoving him to the ground and smashing his head in with that warhammer of his." Sadly, that is exactly what happened. Despite it being a war, Gerold's father was just doing his duty and staying loyal to the crown. "You see, I understand, it was war , but... Robert... All that death and destruction, and that man was acting like a child playing a game."
Jon could only close his eyes in agreement. While Jon, Eddard and everyone else involved wanted to end that war as soon as possible due to the damage, casualties and overall bloodshed that it caused. Robert spent the whole war with a childlike enthusiasm that really disgusted Jon at times.
"And once it all ended, I didn't know what to think." Gerold continued. "The man that slaughtered my father and practically burned my home while smiling and laughing, was now my King..." Jon himself could only imagine how repulsive that must feel. "I seeked comfort in luxury, if that makes any sense, surrounding myself with material possessions." Despite the red cotte that he was wearing being quite simplistic, the boots that he was wearing were very high quality and the Falchion in his hip had a considerably fancy hilt that seemed to be encrusted with pearls. "Someone like yourself can probably guess what years of lavishly spending can do."
"As a matter of fact, I do." Considering that he has to deal with Robert's irresponsible spending. Creating another headache on Jon's head as he still has no idea on how to pay the debt that the crown has with Tywin Lannister, with the only thing comforting him is the fact that Tywin won't do anything against the crown due to the fact that his grandson is to inherit the Iron Throne. "So you basically gave a safe haven for smugglers to sell their most likely stolen goods."
"I wish that it was just that." Gerold added.
"What?" And Jon was immediately preoccupied. "There is more?!" He asked, deeply afraid of the answer.
"I'm afraid so..." Lord Grafton seemed ashamed of himself. "I also sold habitants, travelers and merchants ..."
"S-sold?" Jon didn't understand at first, but then he widened his eyes when he realized what he meant. "Are you telling me that you sold people into slavery?!" Jon's guards and Knights also widened their eyes in surprise.
"Yes." With Gerold Grafton not even bothering to hide it.
"By the seven..." Jon's headache reached it's peak. Because the situation just got much worse. "How many?!" Then he asked the important question.
"I don't know..." The sick man couldn't even look Jon in the eye after confessing his heinous crime.
"Lord Grafton, I am sorry about what happened to your father, believe me, I do." Since he himself lost people in that bloody war. "But no amount of excuses, explanations or justifications will ever make it what you just confess of doing anything but a deplorable crime!" Jon himself was indignated with that revelation.
"I agree with you, which is why I am surrendering myself to you." The Lord of House Grafton declared. "Execute me right here and now or lock me in a cell." He seemed ready to suffer the consequences of his actions. "However, I must beg something from you." The man got on his knees in front of Jon, who just stared at him with a frown. "This was a crime of my own doing, no one else in my family is involved."
Jon , who was not in a good mood, quickly spoke. "I shall keep the extent of your crimes quiet, but you will be executed for them." There was no doubt about that, originally he was hoping to just give him a fair but non-drastic sentence, but after the revelation that he sold people into slavery, Jon had no choice but to execute him. "Now tell me, do you know anything else about the Smugglers and the Slavers?"
"It's not just Gulltown, they have been going around all of the ports of the Seven Kingdom, even King's Landing." Gerold revealed to Jon. "It is not an individual act either, they are clearly organized and apparently they have someone arranging their arrivals just like I was doing here in Gulltown." Jon heard that loud and clear.
Jon couldn't believe what he was hearing. "Are you telling me that there is some sort of scheme of smuggling and slavery going around the ports of the Seven Kingdoms?!"
"I wouldn't call it a scheme, but yes." Gerold confirmed. "My knowledge of it is limited, I do know that a smuggler that is transporting trade from Qarth will be going to King's Landing to meet with whoever is arranging their arrivals."
"And how exactly do you know this?" Jon asked as he needed to be cautious with all of the information that he was receiving. Despite having clear proof that Gerold's days were numbered because of his illness.
"Perhaps, I can answer that." Suddenly, they heard a voice coming from the stairs. So everyone moved their gazes to see who it was and it turned out to be Petyr Baelish. "Good night, Lord Arryn and Lord Grafton." He greeted the two respectfully.
Jon closed his eyes for a second before turning around and asking. "You knew about these schemes all along, didn't you?"
"Not exactly, my lord." Lord Baelish was quick to reply as he approached the group. "I must admit, I was aware of the smugglers visiting other ports, but I had no idea that it was an organized act."
Jon moved his head to look at Lord Grafton. "He told you that I was coming here to confront you, didn't he?" It was already obvious to him.
"No." However, he heard a completely different answer. "I requested him to arrange a meeting."
"I confess, it was my mistake for not warning you about the fact that Lord Grafton was already expecting." Lord Baelish spoke in an apologetic tone. "But he showed me his torso and told me about the disease, so I had no reason to believe that he actually meant you any harm, Lord Arryn."
Jon could only sigh in response, as there was something off about all this. "You told me that you had to visit your daughter, but we both knew that was a lie." Especially considering that he was the sole member of House Baelish around. "Where exactly did you go?" Despite the fact that the information wasn't really important, Jon decided to ask since he was very suspicious of the man.
"To check the information that Lord Grafton just gave you." Lord Baelish spoke as he pulled out a piece of paper from his pocket.
"What is that?" One of Jon's guards grabbed the piece of paper and took it to the Hand of the King.
"The location where the Smuggler is going to meet one of the organizers." Lord Baelish explained as Jon read the paper. "Accompanied by a detailed description of the smuggler and a list of the goods he will be transporting to King's Landing."
"And how exactly did you get your hands on this information?" Jon asked as he checked both the location and description.
"By posing as a potential buyer to the smuggler that just left Gulltown." He admitted to them.
Jon immediately moved his head from the paper to Lord Baelish. "You knew the smuggler was still in Gulltown and instead of informing me about it, so we could apprehend him and interrogate him, you pretended to be interested in his stolen goods?" The Defender of the Vale wasted no time in scolding the short man in response to what he just did.
"My Lord, forgive me for my act but isn't it more suitable to catch the smuggler during the meeting?" That was a good point, but that wasn't the problem there.
"The decision was mine, Lord Baelish." Jon was quick to state that.
"Of course, my Lord." Petyr Baelish bowed to Lord Arryn in order to ask for forgiveness. "I can only ask you to forgive me for an impulsive act, but I swear to you that I have done it with the best of intentions."
Intentions mean nothing, just the actions and results that come from it. It was Jon's honest opinion. "It is done now, there is no point in arguing about it." Moving his blue eyes, his gaze returned to Lord Grafton. "Now, I-"
However, before he could continue to speak with Gerold Grafton, who was on his knees in front of Jon. The man collapsed and fell head first into the wooden floor of the building. With his guards immediately approaching to inspect him.
"Dammit," Jon joined the guards to see. "Help them, we must take him to a Maester, quickly." He calmly ordered his guards to help carry Lord Grafton. How it took so long for him to collapse with the state of his torso, is a mystery. The Warden of the East thought as he watched the guards lifting Lord Grafton off the floor.
Turning around, Jon moved towards Petyr Baelish and asked. "Lord Baelish, no more of this nonsense, tell me everything you know about this."
"Well..."
Raziel Baratheon:
"Umm..." Robyn Arryn was awkwardly standing there. "What are you doing?"
"Something." Raziel gave him a brief answer in response.
Both Raziel and Robyn were standing in the middle of the High Hall at the Eyrie. They arrived an hour ago and Raziel wasted no time in moving towards the great hall of House Arryn.
"I still don't understand," Robyn expressed his confusion. "Why exactly did you want to climb to Eyrie?"
"And I still don't understand why exactly did you want to come along?" Raziel was quick to rebuff as he kept pulling some type of rope.
"I was bored and was curious about what exactly you wanted to do back here." Robyn answered.
Raziel, who was busy preparing something, decided to speak. "I got a letter from Jon and he told me something that I need to confirm."
"Oh, what is it?" Robyn asked in curiosity.
"I can't tell you yet, at least not until I confirm it." Raziel replied as he finished tying something up.
"But... How are you going to confirm it?" Robyn asked him in confusion.
"I'm going to ask Jon about it." Raziel was quick to state it.
"But, my granduncle is in Gulltown." He pointed out that fact. "Why did you come to the Eyrie?"
"Well, you se-" Raziel was about to explain what he was going to do. But before he could, someone entered the High Hall.
"Forgive for my intrusion, my Prince." It was Colemon, the maester in service to House Arryn at the Eyrie.
"What is it?" Raziel asked.
"I came here to inform Lord Robyn that his grandfather has departed the Gates of the Moon." The Maester informed the two boys.
"He already informed me that he was leaving." Robyn pointed out. "What about my uncle?"
"He is awaiting your return to the Gates of the Moon as he desires your presence in Runestone when the body of Waynar Royce is returned." Colemon explained.
"Yes, I must be there when we break the news to my grandmother." Robyn already knew the reason for his presence.
"You haven't informed her yet?" Raziel asked in curiosity.
"My grandfather thought it was better to do it in person." Robyn answered.
"Yes, it is probably for the best." Raziel agreed with the logic of the decision.
The thin Maester then moved his gaze towards what was on the floor right behind the Prince. "Ummm... What exactly is that, my Prince?"
Once he heard the question, Raziel moved back to continue what he was doing. "The supposed huge falcon that the Winged Knight flew on it." He revealed to them as he carefully wrapped the strange device with rope.
"I beg your pardon?!" Colemon was surprised by the revelation.
"You don't actually believe that is the falcon from the legends, do you?" Raziel actually told Robyn about it, but he didn't actually believe him.
"As a matter of fact, I do." Raziel actually did. "Could you call a few guards over here?" He requested the Maester.
"Umm..." The nervous Maester was confused by the request. "Of course." But he complied as he left the high hall to fetch the guards.
"Why do you want guards here?" Robyn asked in confusion.
"I need their help." Suddenly, Raziel stood up and wrapped a piece of rope around his hips and shoulders, strapping the piece of cloth that was supposedly the giant falcon of the Winged Knight on his back.
"With what?" Robyn asked him in even deeper confusion.
"You will see." Raziel assured him.
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"Are you in love with that mule handler?" Robyn asked Raziel.
Raziel raised a brow towards Robyn. "What makes you ask that?"
"I saw you kissing her before we climbed our way to the Eyrie." Robyn pointed out. Hilariously, what he saw was a chaste kiss and not the tongue kiss that he gave her multiple times before that.
"Yes, I do love her." In truth, if it turned out that Mya was indeed his sister, it didn't really matter to Raziel. "I killed all of those Moon Brothers for her, didn't I?"
"Yes, you did." Robyn was still dumbfounded that he actually went into the cave and killed a group of a mountain clan of the Vale. "It's a little strange, everytime I see you two, I notice that you two are kind of alike in appearance, if that makes any sense."
"It does actually." Which added to Raziel's certainty that Mya was indeed his sister, but he needed to confirm with Jon first.
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After a few minutes, Coleman returned to the High Hall with Vardis Egen and four more guards.
"Coleman said that you called, my Prince." The captain of the household guard at the Eyrie asked.
"I actually just requested some guards, but since you are here." Raziel pointed towards the Moon Door. "Could you please open the Moon Door for me?"
Everyone, understandably, looked at Raziel with deep confused looks.
"Ummm... My Prince, to what purpose do you want the Moon Door open?" Ser
Vardis asked the Prince.
"Just open it and I will show you." Raziel proposed.
While everyone was still deeply confused with the situation, the Captain complied and proceeded to move towards the Moon Door with three more guards. The narrow door that stands between two slender pillars in the High Hall of the Eyrie. It is made of weirwood and has a crescent moon carved into it. Raziel thinks it served it's purpose, a menacing idea of what lies on the other side of it. The four men proceeded to open the door by pulling out the three heavy bronze bars holding in place the Moon Door, which opened into thin air, with the waycastle, Sky, was visible six hundred feet below on the side of the Giant's Lance. The sound of the wind could already be heard near the door even when it was closed and it was considerably loud when opened..
"STEP AWAY!" Raziel ordered them as the strong gust of wind came through the door.
They complied right away and stepped away from the door. With some of them having trouble dealing with the strong wind, the most prominent being Coleman, who was trying to hold onto his cloak as the wind was considerably cold.
"Why did you have it opened?!" Robyn had to yell to ask that as the sound of the wind echoed through the hall.
"Like I said, I need to confirm something with Jon!" Raziel replied loudly as he prepared himself for what he was about to do.
"What does opening the Moon Door have to do with that?!" Robyn asked just as loudly because he didn't understand the reason behind it.
"It's a six hundred foot drop to the stones of the valley below." At least according to the notes left by the previous Maesters of the Eyrie.
"So?!" Robyn still didn't understand.
"So... Wish me luck!" That was the last thing that Raziel said.
Before the confused Robyn could say anything else, Raziel waved everyone goodbye.
To everyone's shock, Raziel ran towards the Moon Door and before anyone could actually react properly, the Heir of the Iron Throne jumped out of it without any type of hesitation, diving head first into the empty air.
As soon as he passed through the Moon Door, Raziel came across an impressive fall that would clearly cause desperation on anyone else. Raziel, on the other hand, smiled in response as he descended from the sky at a very high speed. On five...
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Once he reached the number five inside of his head, Raziel pulled the rope that he used to wrap the Winged Knight's Falcon. With the device opening just like a bird would open his wings, allowing the Prince to slow down his descent into the ground.
The moment he stabilized himself, Raziel could see the ground from a very high distance. "I knew it was going to work!" He spoke out loud triumphantly. Then he bursted into laughter in response to what he just did. The look on their faces... The truth is, he didn't tell them what he was doing because he wanted to scare them and he was certain that it worked.
Moving his head back, he could actually see the Eyrie from below, but barely. They probably can't see me from up there...
Robyn, Coleman, Ser Vardis and the guards probably think he was dead. Ah... I don't care. He had an objective in his hands.
I need to get to Gulltown and confirm if Mya Stone is actually my sister. In truth, Raziel was almost certain that it was true, but he needed to confirm it.
In truth, he was planning on accompanying Robyn back to Runestone or asking for an personal escort, but due to Raziel's impatience, he came up with the idea of using the device to fly there. It was an unbelievably foolish idea and it would have been easier to just write a letter, but Raziel genuinely wanted to see if it was possible.
Without wanting to waste anymore time, Raziel used the rope that was tied on his shoulders to control the trajectory of the device, if Raziel can manage it properly, he shall land close enough to Gulltown. As he felt the wind on his face, Raziel Baratheon actually watched everything from above and it gave him a strange feeling of superiority. I wonder if this is how the Dragonriders actually felt. He wondered that a few times, and it made him realize something.
You know... As the Prince descended from the sky using the strange device created by the supposed Winged Knight, the boy realized something. I may have been the first person in history to actually survive the fall from the Moon Door. Most executions at the castle use that door and he highly doubts that anyone was thrown out of it ever survived.
That thought made him smile, because he probably just accomplished something never seen before by pure and complete accident.
In truth, all he wanted was to get to Gulltown and ask Jon Arryn if Mya Stone was really his sister. Despite already being certain that it was true.
Q and A:
Can you change the cover image to an older Raziel?
The Cover image will change at the end of each fosterage.
Cool
Awesome!
With the Starks on the future hope Raziel likes Sansa finding her love of stories sweet in a way despite it being a detriment to actual court life but he takes steps to actually educate her on what court life is like and with Arya honestly hoping she finds herself swooning over Raziel as much as Sansa does to her shock be she loves that Raziel indulgences her in her interests and is completely unbothered by her not being a traditional lady and hope Raziel takes her under his wing and makes her his squire so he's both mentor and lover to the Stark sisters.
Raziel actually finds Sansa a little annoying, but he does educate her, but in a somewhat harsh and sarcastic way. Arya will idolize Raziel, with Raziel openly regarding her as his favorite Stark.
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Thank you!
As ever enjoyed the chapter
Knew the stories about Raziel going into the mountains would be fun and you know it's nice that Bronze Yohn is another old man from the Vale that Raziel has been able to get on with haha on a less cheery note sad that Waymar died not so much because he died Waymar was on track to get killed by the White Walkers anyway but more so feel bad for Bronze Yohn losing his son
Liked the scene with Raziel introducing Mya to Symeon
I'm glad that without Lysa around telling Jon to trust Petyr you've got him rightly being suspicious of Littlefinger and any reward Petyr is likely trying to fish out of this situation shouldn't be nearly as much as what he would have gotten if Lysa was next to him badgering him think people really don't give enough credit to Lysa for essentially being how Littlefinger was able to begin his rise haha
Okay so the Winged Knights armour being able to repel projectiles is a thing to be frank Raziel shouldn't be labelling the Winged Knight a genius for that the parachute yeah sure but to be frank Raziel and everyone else should be labelling that magic so when news spreads tales of the Winged Knight will now include him being a sorcerer as well as a knight
Also Raziel has essentially just proven magic still exists in the world as far as everyone is concerned
As for him melting it down well would the material still repel projectiles after it's reforged plus as Raziel himself noted the armour while great for long range combat is pretty much worthless in melee and when it comes to armour I'm here hoping Raziel gets decked out in Valyrian Steel armour and sword wise of course hope Dark Sister is the one handed sword which Raziel absolutely could wield with one hand and Storm Queen is the Great Sword
Hm when saying goodbye to Raziel then can picture Oberyn saying a lot of them would travel with him back to Kingslanding but Doran is being mopey about the fact they badgered him into giving the Conquerors crown over to Raziel to wear in the future
In relation to the coronation come on it can't be a bleak affair let it be a rightly grand and happy affair that has all the friends Raziel has made over his fosterings/royal progress all converging into Kingslanding to see Raziel crowned hell could easily see the likes of Cersei ensuring it goes down in history as the grandest coronation of all
Thank you for confirming the Sparrows will be just a minor pain in the ass for Raziel
Also happy you like the idea of Raziel sending magical visions to fuck with the minds of his enemies
Oh with Loras then to be clear while grumbling over the warnings the other Kingsguard have given him and the fact he knows his chances of becoming Lord Commander are slim to none unless he outlives Jon Snow overall he is in fact happy in the Kingsguard like the other members are and he does get on with them and Loras could even comment he's glad he has the ability to dismiss himself from guarding Raziel whenever Raziel and Margeary fuck a similar courtesy is extended to Jon to whenever Raziel is fucking Sansa and or Arya
Plus I imagine Raziel's royal chambers being large enough to where the Kingsguard standing outside the door don't really hear much of what goes on inside haha
Well if the Free Folk as a whole are frenemies aside from the lover he has in Val hope Raziel's only friend among the Wildings then is Tormund Giantsbane oh and Ygritte to if she still ends up with Jon
I'm glad.
Pretty much, but what really cements him on the Vale is the accomplishment that he just achieved in this chapter. Yeah, he died by his own greed though.
Mya will love all of his pets.
Basically... It's actually going to be a fun contrast with what their daughter will do for her object of affection.
Unfortunately, it is not magical, the armor is made of a neodymium like metal which gives off a strong magnetic field.
Actually, Raziel wants to melt it into a shield or something of smaller proportion that he can use. Yes and no...
Sadly, not exactly. Despite it being a pretty fun suggestion.
It's hard to explain...
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Raziel: (Sees a bunch of Sparrows standing in front of him.) "Really?"
Bald Sparrow: "The High Sparrow requests your presence."Raziel: "Listen, if you all have a death wish, setting yourselves on fire would be much less painful than dying by my hand."
Long haired Sparrow: "There are ten of us and one of you." (He stepped forward.)
Raziel: "You are right, that is not fair at all." (Sits down on a chair.) "So, let us make a deal." (He grabbed a cup of wine and gulped down.) "I will sit right here and wait, while you go and grab... Ten, twenty, thirty... fifty more men." (He crossed his legs on top of the chair.) "Then you may have a very slight chance against me."
Not quite.
Oh, not exactly, his Lord Commander will be someone else. Which he will only choose to piss off everyone who doesn't agree with a woman taking the position.
Ha!
Pretty much. (Raziel will act as a wingman for Jon and Ygritte.)
Excellent chapter. Will the history of House of the dragon still be written? If so do you have a date for posting?
Sadly, no. My schedule is shit now thanks to my job.
Obrigado pelo capítulo incrível, Autor-San!
De nada:
Great work
Thanks.
