Dragonstone, the Painted Table
Stannis Baratheon, Lord of Dragonstone and Master of Ships to his brother King Robert was staying on Dragonstone, a barren place of rocks and dragon gargoyles, it was not what he wanted for his undying loyalty to his older brother.
He was the rightful Lord of Storm's End, the Baratheon stronghold, as it was his by rights but his brother wanted Stannis at Dragonstone, a reward for his service he said.
The game of thrones is for Stannis, he knows snooping around court with Lord Jon Arryn would result in death, as there were more Lannister loyalists, than Baratheon ones in King's landings.
But it wasn't the Lannister that has gained power in these years.
No it was his nephew Mychal Baratheon, the Leader of the Decepticons.
Stannis actually liked his nephew, a strong young man with strong will to stand up to his father the king, Stannis isn't blind to the hate Robert has with his first-born son. Seeing the Targaryen in his nephew's red eyes reminds Robert too much of them.
Stannis watches his nephew leave the Red keep, speaking with commoners and merchants, recalling the punishment his brother gave his son to clean the shit smell in King's landing, a cruel punishment not unlike what Tywin did to his own son, no one made such a highborn plumber.
But Mychal took it on, talking to many people and even said uncle imp to finally get the smell of shit out of the air of King's landing.
That was only the start of the Decepticons, a group Mychal named after the many insults by the Late King Robert.
With the help of the youngest maester Mychal started building for the people, with the people.
Such feats are worth even his respects but his brother thought otherwise, Robert saw his son's successes a threat and worked to a degree, for Mychal Baratheon to be the last to inherit his throne, behind even the woman.
Stannis voiced his opinion against it but Renly and the others on the small council supported it, Stannis wrote his name on that degree with Mychal, seeing the rage in his eye as he turned away from his family.
Stannis doesn't blame him but now by law of his brother Mychal is now last to inherit the throne, and he doubts the Lannister's would change it. Stannis always sees Mychal away from the Red Keep and with his Decepticons.
Especially with Marron Greyjoy, Stannis thought he would have died in the Greyjoy's rebellion but Mychal somehow found him, sent him to the institute and now leads his own Decepticon fleet. Marron Greyjoy is a sight unlike his brother Renly, while Renly party without taking his duties seriously the young Greyjoy interfere with his work. Decepticon and Crown ships taking different ports or attacking pirates against each other, Stannis hardly complains about the Decepticon business seeing how they don't break the king's law and Jon Arryn said he a hostage to the crown.
But seeing Marron Greyjoy dancing and showing his privates whenever he sees Stannis, almost forcing him to finish off the Greyjoy once and for all, Stannis shakes his head.
That is not important.
Stannis knew what Lord Arryn was planning, he caught wind of the truth of his brother's other children not being fathered by his brother at all but were bastards born of incest between the Lannister twins, whom one of them being Robert's hateful wife and the other a Kingslayer.
Stannis knows the danger of playing the game of thrones, it is why he prepared for what was coming. Seeing Robert being surrounded by Lannisters, his hate for the Decepticons blinds him, with no Jon Arryn to protect him and Ned Stark being useless in playing the great game.
Now Robert's dead, Joffrey was declared king and Ned takes the blame, but Stannis heard Mychal saving his brother and mother from Robert's resurrected wrath, Stannis doesn't understand why the Decepticons would defend the Lannister's.
"Read it to me" Stannis orders Matthos Seaworth, to read the letter he is sending all over the seven kingdoms. Stannis has assembled his council for his next move after doing the Fire god ritual for his advisors followers, Stannis doesn't care for religion but it gives him more support which he needs.
"I declare in the honor of House Baratheon, my beloved brother," Matthos reads, Stannis notices.
"He wasn't my beloved brother" Stannis said, a sad fact about his older brother, loving Ned Stark more than his own brother.
"A harmless curtsy your grace" Davos Seaworth, a smuggler raised to a knight for smuggling food during his siege, Stannis is forever grateful to the smuggler, only cutting his finger tips for said smuggling, Stannis follows the law and is fair but he rewards the man a knighthood, a house for him and his family.
"A lie takes it out" Stannis said, not willing to tell any lie as Mathos crosses the word out, Stannis even has Davos' children educated with his own maester.
"My brother's children, the boy Joffrey, the boy Tommen, and the girl Myrcella have been born of incest between Cersei Lannister and her brother Jamie Lannister" Mathos read the note.
"Jamie Lannister the King slayer, don't forget Ser, whatever else he is still a knight" Stannis said, still respecting Jamie knighthood and more recognisable title, Mathos adds to it.
"By the degree written by my late brother, my nephew Mychal Baratheon will be last to inherit the throne" Mathos reads,
"Mychal the Leader of the Decepticons, the only title he would recognise" Stannis said, giving his nephew's role in his organisation.
"By right of birth, blood and degree, I do this day lay claim to the Iron Throne of the Seven Kingdoms of Westeros. Let all true men declare their loyalty. Done in the Light of the Lord, under the sign and seal of Stannis of House Baratheon, the First of His Name, King of the Andals, the Rhoynar, and the First Men, and Lord of the Seven Kingdoms" Mathos finished the note, Stannis nods.
"When Eddard Stark learns the truth, it dies with him. Send copies of that letter to every corner of the realm, from Dorne to the wall" Stannis orders, not making the same mistakes Stark did.
"The time has come to choose, no man will claim ignorance as an excuse" Stannis states, this is the time to declare whose side you're on.
"Your graces, the Lannister are the true enemies, if you can make peace with you brother" Davos tried to reason but Stannis won't have it.
"I will not make peace with Renly while he calls himself king" Stannis said, the red priestess smirking at the king.
"Many have declared for him, Mace Tyrell, Randyll Tarly" Davos warns, Mace Tyrell is head of House Tyrell, lord of Reach and Randyll Tarly is the only general to beat Robert Baratheon during his rebellion.
"Not all from Stormland declared for Renly" Maester Cressen said, the lords of Stormlands are split between Renly and Stannis, many remaining neutral with the Baratheon brothers against each other.
"Decepticon Stormlanders" Stannis said, knowing those Stormlanders are Decepticons, part of his nephews group.
"Stannis doesn't need to beg lords for support, the lord of light stands behind him" Melisandre said, the red priestess of the Red God, came from Essos, using her religion to counsel Stannis' side.
"And how many ships does your lord of Light have?" Davos asked, not liking the Red woman.
"He has no need for ships" Melisandre states.
"I'm sure he doesn't but we do if we're going to war" Davos states, annoyed at her religion, seeing no use for it at this.
"If not Renly, then join forces with Robb Stark" Davos asked, seeing if Stannis would get another ally.
"He steals the northern half of my kingdom, Joffrey, Renly, Robb Stark are all thieves, they bend the knee or I'll destroy them" Stannis states with iron will, not letting anyone take the Seven Kingdoms.
"What of your nephew? The Decepticons are all over the seven Kingdoms, some are here on Dragonstone" Davos asked, even on Dragonstone some of the commoners went to the Decepticon Institute, learning someone for themselves, even Stannis's only daughter has a few books from the Institute, send by her cousin.
"The Decepticons…another foe against my claim" Stannis reasoned to them, seeing the Decepticons haven't shown support to the rightful king.
"Your grace, perhaps speaking to your nephew would be helpful, naming him your heir can get him on your side" Maester Cressen said, giving Mychal the title of his grace heir.
"Mychal Baratheon must see the Lord of Light, with your guidance your nephew will carry your torch with his Decepticons knowing the true way" Melisandre said in support, seeing the Decepticons a few times in the flame and in the crowds.
They don't follow the way of the light, but such things take time, especially when the leader starts.
Stannis looks at his advisors, seeing Davos and Maester Cressen not liking Melisandre but finding common ground.
"Very well, another raven for my nephew, offer his support to my claim and his Decepticons and I will name him my heir, until a son is born of me," Stannis said, while Matthos wrote another message.
"Maybe don't mention that last one" Davos offers, but Stannis shakes his head.
"I will not lie to my nephew, he understands cold hard truths" Stannis states, knowing how much his nephews hate the bootlickers and liars in the great game.
Something that runs in the family.
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Riverland, Northern Camp
In the Riverlands, the northern army makes camp in the Riverland, tents filled with northmen making weapons, sharpening swords or patrolling the land.
Robb Stark the king of the north walks through the camp, men from the north and the Riverland bow in respect to him passing by.
Robb Stark walks forward with his escort, heading to a cage built in the middle of the camp, the guard opens the cage, letting the king of the north enter to see a tied up Jamie Lannister covered in mud and his own shit, his face covered in dirt and uncut bread. Jamie notices his visitor.
"I keep expecting you to leave me to one castle or another for safekeeping but you drag me along from camp to camp" Jamie said, looking at the young king of the North.
"Have you grown fond of me, Stark? Is that it, I've never seen you with a girl" Jamie mocks Robb, hoping to get under his sink.
"If I left you with one of my bannermen, your father would know within a fortnight" Robb said, looking at the Lannister.
"My bannermen get a raven with a message, 'release my son, you'll be rich beyond your dreams, refuse and your house be destroyed root and stem'" Robb said, leaving Jamie anywhere will have Tywin pay for whoever holds him.
"You don't trust the man's loyalty?" Jamie digs into Stark.
"I trust them with my life, but not yours" Robb states, knowing his own men who would rather kill the King slayer than guard him.
"Smart boy" Jamie said, knowing it was true, noticing a twitch on the King's face.
"What's wrong? Don't like me called boy, insulted" Jamie mocks him, Robb said nothing looking to the side, Jamie hears the sounds of paw moving behind him, hearing the growls as he tries to look.
"You insult yourself king slayer," Robb said, seeing Jamie look around for his direwolf.
"You've been defeated by a boy, held captive by a boy," Robb said, seeing Jamie turn to watch his direwolf Grey wing coming to the cage.
"Perhaps you will be killed by a boy" Robb pondered, Grey wind came to his side, Jamie leaned back from the direwolf.
"Stannis Baratheon sent ravens to all the high lords of Westeros" Robb informed, Jamie just stared at the direwolf, stared back at him hungry.
"King Joffrey Baratheon is neither a true king, or a Baratheon, he your bastard son, alone with Tomman and Mycella" Robb said, looking at Jamie.
"If that's true then Stannis is the rightful king, how convenient for him" Jamie said, redirecting it as a lie for Stannis to get the throne.
"Mychal Baratheon should be the rightful king, yet his father denies it, why?" Robb asked Jamie, by law of men Mychal Baratheon should be king, and yet his father wrote him to get it last.
"I'm just a king's guard, on the King's ear" Jamie said, not helping.
"Did the Lannister cut Mychal off, easy to control Joffrey?" Robb questioned, believing the Lannister somehow connived Robert to write down Mychal to have Joffrey as king.
"Oh no, Robert did that all on his own, no help from me or anyone, he really hated his son" Jamie said, looking down at the mention of that, Robb pets Grey wing.
"My father learned the truth, that why you had him executed" Robb stated
"I was your prisoner when Ned Stark lost his head" Jamie said, not taking the blame for the death of Ned Stark.
"You son killed him so the world wouldn't learn who father him…and you pushed my brother from a window because he saw you with the queen" Robb stated, gripping Grey winds fur, making Grey wing ready to attack, Jamie leans back.
"You have proof? Want to gossip like fish wives" Jamie denies these claims.
"I'm sending one of your cousins to king's landing with my peace terms" Robb said, Jaime looks at him.
"You think my father's going to negotiate with you, you don't know him very well" Jaime scowls at Robb's peace terms.
"No but he is starting to know me," Robb said, Jaime frowns at his confidence.
"I'll also send my term to your nephew" Robb said, getting Jaime's attention.
"My nephew? You think he would save you? You're not a decepticon" Jamie states, not seeing what Stark can offer to his nephew.
"No, but I can offer something no one will deny, something rightfully his" Robb smirks at him, letting go of Grey wind, the direwolf lunging at Jamie , snarl at the king slayer as he closes his eyes.
Jamie opens to see the dire wolf vanished, looking around worried if it will come back.
And for his family.
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Northern main camp, Northern table
"Are you Alton Lannister?" Robb Stark asked, seeing the blonde Lannister with a red scarf on.
"I am your grace" Alton said respectfully, seeing him with the northern generals.
"I offer your cousins peace if they meet my terms" Robb states, getting a nod from the Lannister.
"First, your family will release my sisters" Robb said, no one argues with that.
"Second, my father's bones must be return to us so that he rest beside his brother and sister in the crisp beneath Winterfell and the remain of all those who died in the service must also be returned, their families can honor them with a proper funerals" Robb states,
"An honourable requests your grace" Alton states,
"Third, Joffrey and the queen regent must renounce all claim to dominion of the north, from his time to the end of time we are a free and independent kingdom" Robb states in his final one, getting nods from all the northern lords.
"The king of the north" they all said proudly, Robb continued.
"Neither Joffrey nor any of his men shall set foot in our lands again, if he disregards this command, they shall suffer the same fate as my father" Robb warns him
"Only I will swing the blade" Robb states, more than happy to take Joffrey's head himself.
"These are..you grace" Alton tries to say but Robb stands up.
"These are my terms, if the queen region and her son meet them I'll give them peace" Robb said to them.
"If not, I'll litter the south with Lannister blood" Robb threatens.
"King Joffrey is a Baratheon, your grace" Alton corrects, he hasn't read Stannis' letter.
"Is he, your ride a day break" Robb dismisses the Lannister, a guard takes him away when another shows up.
"Your grace, the rangers are here" The guard said, Robb nods.
"Send them in" Robb said, taking a seat as the five Decepticon rangers walked in, they bow before him
"Your grace, you asked for us" the head ranger states, standing up. GreatJon looks mad.
"You kneel to the king of the North" GreatJon called out, but the rangers maintain standing.
"We offer our respect, mi lord, you have our condolence for your father, your grace" the second ranger calls out, the five bowing their heads again, Robb holds his hand.
"It's fine my lord, thank you for your condolence" Robb said with a nod.
"Your sisters live, your grace, Sansa is hostage as Joffrey betrothed, she is being treated with…some respect" one Ranger kindly said, Robb frowns at his sister being anywhere close to Joffrey.
"And Arya?" Robb asked, hoping to learn about Arya's fate.
"Arya escaped" Another Ranger states, getting the Northerners attention.
"Escaped! Where is she?!" Robb asked, eyes widened in hope, his sister survived.
"We don't know your grace, such information is for her safety, many look for her too, many you don't want close to her" One ranger said gravely, can't give her location as it would put her in danger.
A young Stark girl now in the Riverlands for anyone to catch.
"Know we'll insure her living" The left Ranger states, getting a nod in relief from the king of the north.
"Thank you, the north is in your debt" Robb states, seeing his sister escape and in safe hands is a huge burden off his shoulder, he only needs to worry about Sansa.
"You asked for us, your grace, but we are neutrally in his war, attacking us would only you suffer the wrath of the Decepticons" the head ranger states, the Decepticons in each side let them know they will not be involved unless it about defending their land, nothing more.
Many are outraged about this, but the Decepticons pointed out that attacking them will only make them more enemies. They didn't like it but there was little they could do.
"I'm aware, but I only ask for a message to Mychal himself" Robb states, wanting the ranger to deliver a message to the eldest brother of Joffrey.
"We can deliver, however our leader may not get it straight away…he's busy" the woman ranger states, getting a few frowns from the northern lords, but Robb nods.
"I understand, but it will be worth his attention, the iron throne" Robb said, getting both the rangers and the lords' attention.
"Your grace?" Theon asks what he is doing but Robb holds his hand to quiet him.
"I offer these terms to your leader, help return my sisters to the north, the bones of our dead, and support for the northern cause, in return the North will support his claim for the Iron throne" Robb states, getting shocks and gasps from the northerners.
"What?!" "your Grace?!" "This is a joke?!" The Northerners shouted, as the rangers focused on Robb.
"You're giving up your independence to our leader?" The Head rangers asked, seeing if this was the cause, but Robb shakes his head.
"I said we support his claim to the southern throne, in exchange for the North's independences, both the North and South will be two kingdoms, in our father's friendship I will greet Mychal Baratheon as a fellow King and one day friend in times of peace" Robb explains to everyone, the north will help Mychal get to the throne for the north independence.
"Helping our leader claim his crown for your own, very shrewd your grace" the Head ranger nods to the King of the North in respect, seeing what he is doing as he turns to his fellow rangers.
"We will ensure the message goes straight to our leader, you will have our response soon enough" the Head ranger states, with Robb nodding.
"You have my thanks, you may leave by daybreak, dismiss" Robb dismissed them, as the rangers and the lords leave, with only Theon there with Robb.
The King of the North looks out in the night, with Theon to his side.
"A word your grace" Theon asked, Robb signed at this.
"You don't have to call me your grace when we're alone" Robb said, not liking being called that.
"It's not bad when you get used to it" Theon said, already used to calling him king.
"Glad someone got used to it" Robb says looking out the camp.
"You think the Decepticon will accept your terms? The Lannister will reject it" Theon asked, knowing the Lannister won't accept any peace terms.
"Of course they will, but Mychal has been denied what is rightfully his, help him succeed Joffrey, he free the north as king in thanks" Robb figures, hoping to ally with the Decepticons.
"Those Decepticon would help, but unless you take king's landing it won't matter" Theon states, getting Robb's attention.
"You need ships, my father has ships and sailors" Theon said, his father Balon Greyjoy, lord of the Iron islands.
"Ships and sailors that rebelled" Robb said,
"Rebelled against King Robert for independence, like you" Theon counters, seeing the north doing the same thing as the ironborn.
"I'm his only son, he'll listen to me" Theon states, Robb looks at his friend.
"I'm no Stark, but your father raised me, we can avenge him together" Theon said, learn and grow up with his friend Robb let Theon return to his father.
Robb returns to his tent to inform his mother of his actions.
"Arya has escaped?!" Catelyn spoke in hope, seeing one of her daughters had escaped.
"The Decepticon helped her escape, she was on her way" Robb said, happy with the news as well.
"Why isn't anyone searching for her?!" Catelyn spoke, why isn't anyone finding her if she is out there, Robb stops his mother.
"No one knows where she is, the Decepticon are escorting her here, and the less people know the better" Robb said to his mother, she takes a breath to come down.
"Are you sure you can trust the Decepticons? Giving Mychal the iron throne" Catelyn asked her son, offering the true-born son of King Robert the throne.
"I know you think they are con-artists, but I'm offering Mychal Baratheon what's rightfully his, with his siblings being bastards," Robb said, easier to talk to a Baratheon than Tywin Lannister.
"I can try and trust the Decepticons but Balon Greyjoy" Catelyn said, Robb signalling to his mother.
"I need his ships" Robb augers,
"Your father had to go to war to stop his rebellion" Catelyn said to his son.
"Now I'm rebelling, before that was father, married a rebel and mother another" Robb said, seeing they have a common theme.
"I mother more than rebels, your sister still in the queens hands, we have Jamie why not" But Robb stops her.
"It is more complicated than that" Robb states, giving the King slayer will lose his hostage; he doesn't trust Tywin to give back Sansa, Catelyn sign.
"I'm heading back to Winterfell, your brothers need me" Catelyn said, but Robb stops her.
"I need you here mother, you need to head to the Stormlands" Robb said to his mother.
"Get an alliance with Renly," Robb asked to his angry Catelyn.
"Why me? You have others, Umber, Karstark, why me Robb?" Catelyn asked, Robb held his mother's arms.
"They're not you, you know the south better than anyone I know, together we can save Sansa and go home together" Robb said to her, making Catelyn sign as she hugs her son.
"Your father would be so proud of you," Catelyn said, turning to her son.
"Don't trust Balon Greyjoy" Catelyn warns him, before heading off as Robb signs looking at the map of Riverlands, quacking up a pen and paper to write to Mychal Baratheon.
Maybe the Stark and Baratheon friendship could save them all, Robb thought as he wrote the letter to give to the Rangers.
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Highgarden,
"To King Renly '' Lora Tyrell cheered, as did every other lord in Highgarden coming to celebrate the wedding of King Renly Baratheon and Margaery Tyrell.
"To King Renly" Everyone shouted, cheering as Renly took his drink with the others, music played and everyone celebrated Renly's crown and his wedding.
"Yes, eat, dance, enjoy the hospitality of King Renly" Renly shouted, seeing everyone cheering him and celebrating him as he took another drink.
"They love you, my king" Renly turned to his now wife, Margaery Tyrell, the beautiful rose of HighGarden, brown of hair with a sweet face in a dress of blue and green.
"All thanks to you and your house" Renly said kindly, kissing her hand as Margaery smiled at him, Renly enjoyed Margaery's company, but sadly can never truly be with her, Renly turns to see Randyll Tarly.
"Your grace, congratulations first of all, but may I speak with you" Randyll Tarly, Lord of Horn Hill, the head of House Tarly. He was a powerful banner man of House Tyrell and the general of Renly's army.
"Of course Tarly, if you excuse me" Renly said to Margaery who nodded as she took the hand of her brother Lora Tyrell for a dance, Renly watched as Lora winked at him, Renly smiled back.
"Your grace" Randyll asked, getting Renly's attention.
"Forgive me, lead the way" Renly apologised, following Randyll Tarly as Renly greets and waves the people giving his respect, Randyll takes him to a secluded area as guards give them privates.
"Your grace, we need to talk about this war" Randyll states as Renly looks annoyed.
"Come on, Randyll, it's my wedding, can't we do this later" Renly complains, but Randyll wasn't having it.
"We should speak now; while you're celebrating the Lannister's are fighting the Starks in Riverland's" Randyll states, unlike other lords he took notice of the war, thinking for their next more.
"That's good right; let the Stark bleed out the Lannister's" Renly waved it off, seeing two enemies fighting against each other a good thing.
"We are in a good position, right now King's Landing is right for the taking if we act now" Randyll states, seeing Tywin is too busy fighting Robb Stark, leaving King's Landing open for an attack, Renly shakes his head.
"What's the rush my lord, we have time to gather the rest of the Reach and Stormlands armies" Renly waves it off, seeing they have enough time to get as large of an army as possible before they start to engage in this war, Randyll thinks about this and nods.
"I see, with Tywin position in Riverlands, your army in the south damaged his strategic position in the war: Tywin Lannister could not commit all of his forces to marching against Robb Stark at Riverrun or in the Westerlands, without leaving King's Landing undefended from us" Randyll said, seeing they in a strong position with time to gather a larger army.
"See Randyll, we can win this" Renly said, but Randyll shakes his head.
"Not all the Storm lords or Reach lords will support you yet, your grace" Randyll states, turning to look at the door, with Renly looking with a frown.
Seeing House Rohan walking in, Lord Theoden Rohan, his lady wife Elfhid Rohan, and his two children Theoden the second and Eowyn Rohan, all wearing green colour with gold, their sigil is a green background and a white horse galloping.
(Rohan symbol)
But they also see purple Decepticons symbol on their clothing, the Decepticons of the Reach, known as the Horsemen of the Horse Lords, with the symbol of the Decepticons and a horse skull put together.
(The Darksiders symbol with the Decepticons in front of it)
Horsemen are a cavalry of the Reach, training with horses both on and off in armour. They stop bandits, escorting supplies, speaking to many lords and people on any issues.
"The Decepticons, of course" Renly mutters to himself, knowing he has to deal with them soon.
"Your nephew's Decepticons are all over the Seven Kingdoms, the Horsemen have almost 1000 warriors, they are the best cavalry in all the kingdoms, fully armoured, masters at lances and bows" Randyll states looking at the lord of the horse as they call him greet the other lords of reach with his family.
"The dothraki of westeros" Renly said common trends to compare the infamous dothraki to the Horsemen of Westeros, rumours are some Dothraki cross the sea and marry into the reach.
"But more civil and wear armour, having such a force on our side" Randyll said, knowing the Horsemen would be an elite force in any army, Renly nods.
"Then let me get them on straight away" Renly states, walking towards the horse lord before Randyll could say anything.
Renly walks towards Theoden Rohan speaking with Mace Tyrell.
"Rather late my lord, not only to the wedding but my invitation to our meeting" Mace Tyrell asked, calling out to Lord Rohan tardiness to important events, Theoden waved it off.
"Forgive me, my lord, but uncertain times need my attention, with war on the horizon, we had to prepare" Theoden apologised, like many Decepticons he had his house prepare for his war, Mace nodded.
"Of course of course, can't have you take Lord Frey title" Mace jokes as Theoden chuckles.
"Better late than never he would say" Theoden said, one of Lord Frey's excuses as both Mace and Theoden laugh.
"It's great to see you here, my lord" Renly calls out, Theoden bows his head in respect.
"Your grace, congratulations on your wedding, may you live long with your beloved wife" Theoden bows his head, offering his congratulation to the king.
"Yes, yes, thank you my lord, I can't wait to see your housemen in action on the field" Renly said, hoping to get the Decepticon Housemen to his side, Theoden nods.
"The Reach will be under our protection" Theoden states, getting nods from Mace and the other lords of the Reach, Renly frowns.
"Why yes, the Reach will be protected, but with your housemen, King's landing will fall within the fortnight" Renly said, getting the Horsemen for his attack on King's landing, Theoden frowns at Renly.
"My fellow lords and men are in the Reach your grace, the Horsemen sworn to protect them with our lives, we can't abandon them to attack King's landing" Theoden states, seeing his son talking to Willas Tyrell and his daughter gossiping with the ladies of Reach.
"But…my lord, surely taking King's landing will help end the war" Renly said, wanting to win the war with the Horsemen's help.
"I'm sorry, your grace, but if we leave our homeland, many will take advantage of our crops, food, women and children" Theoden said with his hand on his purple Horsemen symbols, Renly crossed his arms.
"You would leave if my nephew orders you" Renly said frustrated at the Decepticon.
"Mychal Baratheon knows when to use us, he raised our house up and we owe him a debt we can never repay" Theoden states, Mychal convinces three small houses to unite into one, combine their lands, crops and men. Making a powerful house that became a force in the lands of the Reach.
Renly frowns but looks determent.
"Well you wouldn't want my heir to hear about this" Renly said, getting surprised looks from Theoden, Mace and other lords watching.
"Heir?" Theoden asked, Mace frowns at his king, Renly supposed to impregnate his daughter, what's his about an heir.
"You read my brother's message about my Brother, King Robert's children" Renly said, getting nods from the Lords.
"About bastards and trueborn be pushed aside, covenant for Stannis" Theoden states, reading a letter about Robert being cuckold and setting his leader for last, making Stannis the rightful heir.
"Yes, and since my brother covertly waited until my older brother's death to say it, Mychal may be last for the iron throne, but he still the heir to Storm Ends which I'm lord and king of" Renly points out, following both the line of accession and the accusation on Joffrey, Tommen and Mycella.
Mychal is the only other Baratheon besides Shireen.
"That's true….and yet you made no mention of this?" Theoden asked, looking at Renly with narrow eyes. Even Mace looks at him, making Renly nervous.
"I'm just about to write a letter to him soon, offer his seat at lord of Storm's end once I take the throne, a choice of bride from the Reach and other rewards for him and his Decepticons for his help on my claim to the iron throne" Renly said to the lords of the Reach, Theoden looks at him before nodding.
"I see…then I'll send him a raven" Theoden said, ready to send a raven to Mychal.
"Oh no need my lord, it's my wedding, please enjoy yourself" Renly states, grabbing a cup of wine and offering it to Lord Rohan, he grabs it.
"Thank you, your grace, we should celebrate before we speak of war, enjoy your wedding your grace" Theoden said, taking the drink as Renly signed in relief.
But Mace grabs his shoulder.
"What's this about being your heir Renly?!" Mace asked in outrage, never hearing this before.
"Calm down Mace, it is my plan to get the Decepticons on our side, I know my nephew would be over the moon with this' ' Renly said to him, trying to calm down the lord of HighGarden.
"An alliance with Mychal will win the war, my daughter is unbetrothed" Randyll said, seeing the deal and offering his daughter for the leader of the Decepticons.
"Your daughter, my youngest Desmera will be perfect for the Baratheon heir" Lord Paxter Redwyne said, hearing the deal and offering his own daughter, more lords speak of who Mychal should marry as Renly smiled but frowned to himself.
He needs to write that letter soon, before the bedding.
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King's Landing, small council chambers
Mychal Baratheon, now Master of Law seats on the small council table with Marron Greyjoy as Master of ships, their currently at a meeting with the Grand Maester Pycelle, Master of Coin Baelish, Master of Whispers Varys, Lord Commander Jano Slynt and the Queen Regent Cersei.
The king should be here, but he is enjoying his name's day with a tournament with his younger siblings and Sansa, Mychal had Edward keep an eye on things, as Garth is busy studying the red comet in the sky.
A servant brings in a cage with a cloth over it.
"A raven arrived from the citadel this morning, the conclave has met, consider reports from maesters and weather outlooks from all over the Seven Kingdoms and declared this great summer done..at last, longest summer in living memory" Grand Maester Pycelle said, Marron groans at the white bird on the table seeing the cloth taken off.
"You seriously need a cage to tell us this summer is finished, waste of a bird" Marron Greyjoy scowls at the bird in the cage, Grand Maester Pycelle frowns at the Master of ships.
"It's tradition," Pycelle said, but Marron waved it off.
"Traditions are boring and a waste of time, nothing new happens" Marron complains as he pokes at the cage holding the bird.
"If nothing else, a long summer means a longer winter, so the peasants say" Vary said with a smile at the new Master of ships and Grand Maester.
"A super's tension" Pycelle said,
"We have enough wheat for a five year winter, any longer we'll have fewer peasants" Little Finger reports the amount of food they have.
"War will drain resources even more, food, supplies, people" Mychal states, knowing war will have an effect on supplies.
"The city is drowning in refugees your grace, fleeing the war, with nowhere to house them, and winter coming, it will get worse" Jano Slynt said, people coming to King's landing to avoid the war, Mychal signs at people suffering the war.
Luckily the Decepticon warns the surrounding villages.
"You command the city watch, do you not Lord Slynt?" Cersei asked, looking at the white raven.
"Would someone get rid of his stupid bird?" Marron said, looking annoyed at the cage, the servant picks it up.
"Thank you," Marron said, as Jano looked at the queen.
"I do, your grace" Jano said, Cersei turning to him.
"And are you not a lord at my command?" Cersei said,
"I…owe my titles and land on your generosity, your grace" Jano said, Mychal looks at his mother.
"Then do your job, shut the gates, the peasants do not belong in the capital they belong in the field" Cersei commanded, with Jano nodding.
"Closing the gate won't stop them, might as well use them" Mychal said, seeing a use for the refugees.
"How so, my prince?" Vary asked the leader of the Decepticons.
"With more people in the capital, more men to man the walls, builders, farmers, we can recruit them for any use" Mychal said seeing many refugees can be put to use.
"Who would train these refugees, we barely have enough for ourselves" Littlefinger comments, resources are limited with the Reach no longer supplying food to them.
"The Institute can help them, my Decepticons can train them in no time" Mychal states, ready to train them, looking at Jano.
"You can increase the city watch at last," Mychal said to Jano.
"I'll start recruiting them right away" Jano nods, seeing he can increase the size of the watch now.
"We still can't house all of them and we can barely feed so many," Vary said, but Marron waved it off.
"Don't worry your bald head, give me a few dozen men and woman, I'll turn them into sailors, plus our connections with Essos, we can get plenty of food and shit from our friends far far away, from where you come from Vary" Marron said to the eunuch, making Varys hold his head, making Cersei smile at him.
"And if some people want an adventure in Esso, I'll give them a free ride" Marron states, willing to send people off to Esso to lighten the burden on the city.
"Slavery?" Littlefinger asked, making Marrow scoff.
"Don't be stupid, whoremonger, a free ride to Esso, once they're off the ships, not our problem anymore" Marrow explains, Littlefinger frowns at the Greyjoy.
"Good, more people for our cause" Mychal states, Cersei smiled in pride at her son taking charge.
A whisper is heard of the rains of Castamere, Mychal turns to see his uncle Tyrion in armour walking in the council.
"Don't get up" Tyrion said walking to Cersei, turning emotionless at her younger dwarf brother here.
"More ravishing than ever big sister" Tyrion gives Cersei a kiss on her cheek, turning to Mychal.
"Beloved nephew, on the small council, figure you be on the battlefield" Tyrion smiled at his nephew, Mychal greets his uncle.
"And take everyone's glory, war would be over before it started" Mychal greets his uncle with a hug.
"No one can stop you, war agrees with you all" Tyrion pats his nephew, walking around the table.
"Uncle big dick imp" Marron calls out, making Tyrion grin.
"Young Greyjoy, still sleeping with everything that moves" Tyrion smiles at Marron grins.
"Whatever hole you got, I'll happily stick it in" Marron points at himself, Tyrion nods as he looks at the others.
"Forgive my interruption, carry on" Tyrion said, everyone looked unsure.
"What are you doing here?" Cersei asked him, Tyrion takes a seat.
"It's been a remarkable journey, I pissed off the edge of the wall, slept in a sky cell, I fought with the hill tribes, so many adventures, so much to be thankful for" Tyrion said, pouring himself some wine.
"What are you doing here, this is the small council" Cersei getting mad at him, Mychal and Marrow smiled at the queen regent getting mad.
"I believe the hand of the king is welcome in all small council meetings" Tyrion said, Cersei looks mad.
"Father is the hand of the king" Cersei states, while Tyrion pulls a note.
"Yes but in his absence" Tyrion gives the note to Varys, opening the note.
"Lord Tywin has named Lord Tyrion in his stead as hand while he" Cersei slams the table.
"OUT! All of you Out!" Cersei orders all members to stand up to leave, Marron looks confused at Mychal.
"What? We just started, I mean?" Marron said, as Mychal stood up.
"Come on" Mychal orders, making Marron sign.
"Lannister family dramas" Marron mutters, Tyrion smirks with Cersei glaring at the Greyjoy, watching both Decepticons leave.
"Mychal is moving up now that Roberts gone" Tyrion states, Cersei glares at him.
"How did you trick your father into this?" Cersei asked him.
"If I could trick my father I would be emperor of the world, you brought this on yourself" Tyrion said, as Cersei sat next to him.
"I've done nothing" Cersei denies him.
"Quite right, you done nothing when you son called for Ned's head, now the north is against us" Tyrion said, making Cersei frown at him.
"I tried to stop it" Cersei tries to argue.
"Did you? You failed, and it will haunt us for a generation" Tyrion said, knowing the impact of that little stunt.
"Rob Stark is a child," Cersei said.
"Who won every battle he thought, you know were losing right" Tyrion tries to get Cersei to know how bad it is.
"What do you know about warfare?" Cersei asked, Tyrion shakes his head.
"Nothing, but I know people, so does Mychal, we both know our enemies hate each other as much as they hate us" Tyrion said, Cersei signs as they look at each other.
"Joffrey is king" Cersei states, Tyrion nods.
"And you're here to advise him," Cersei said to the acting hand.
"Joffrey is king and I'm here to advise him, and should the king listen to me he can get his uncle Jamie back" Tyrion said, knowing it is something important to Cersei.
"How?" Cersei asked, trying to not sound like she cared.
"Your most redeeming quality, beside your cheekbones. You love your children, well some of them" Tyrion states, knowing about her relationship with Mychal. Cersei turns to him.
"I love my firstborn," Cersei said with a frown.
"Do you? That's a surprise, giving your...history" Tyrion said nicely, as Cersei frowned.
"I…love him, he saved us from Robert" Cersei said, finding her love for her first born coming back.
"Yes, Robert coming back for revenge, only to be saved by the son of your scorn, guess he settles his debt with you" Tyrion said, Cersei looks mad at him.
"What are you saying?" Cersei asked why he was talking about her first-born.
"You are not a good mother, not to Mychal at least '' Tyrion said. He wanted to say that about Joffrey but Mychal suffered the worst of it, Cersei closed her fist as she signed sadly.
"I made a mistake with him, I know that, but I'm trying to make it up" Cersei said, knowing she messed up with her son, a few tears in her eyes. Tyrion signs seeing his sister like that.
"Ok listen, you love your son, you only need to show some actual affection to him, be an actual mother to him" Tyrion said, Cersei wipes her tears as she drinks some wine.
As they speak on the missing Stark girl and disappointing the family
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Throne room,
Mychal walks down the halls making his way to the Throne Room, a servant calling him the King requested his presence. Normally Mychal would ignore him but Joffrey is the King and he is his master of law.
Mychal walked through the throne room, the brass vines were coming down. All around builders and glassblowers were deconstructing the Throne room. Men were doing the finishing touches of the stain-glass window behind the Iron Throne, replacing the mural of a stag to the Seven-Pointed Star.
"The end of summer" Mychal murmured, seeing the state of the throne, Joffrey turned around with a conflicted look on his face.
"Brother" Mychal greets without much care, Joffrey just nods to him
"Brother, glad you came" Joffrey said, with Mychal shrugs.
"You asked and I follow, you're the king and I am a master of law" Mychal states with Joffrey grins.
"You better remember that brother," Joffrey smiled, but Mychal glared at him.
"If you only summon me to waste my time, I'll leave you too it, your grace" Mychal turns around, about to leave, but Joffrey stops him.
"Wait..I need your council" Joffrey spoke, Mychal looks with a raised eyebrow, turning to face him.
"Very well, what is it?" Mychal asked, wanting to get straight to the point, with Joffrey looking uneasy.
"There have been rumours roaming around," Joffrey said, but Mychal rolls his eyes.
"Rumours? Since when do you care for rumours, gossip for women and weak ploys for men, I deal in facts brother," Mychal states, getting annoyed with Joffrey not telling him.
"So stop wasting my time, and tell me what it is," Mychal spoke in annoyance at his brother.
"They say I am not my father's son," Joffrey whispered with vile distaste, Mychal looked at him.
"Since when do you doubt yourself, Stannis letters speak this now when Robert dies" Mychal states, finding Stannis weak to not give this to Robert when he still lived, he could have Renly and Ned as support against the Lannisters.
But Stannis isn't known for his political mind and making allies, Mychal seeing a flinch from Joffrey.
"Is that what is getting to you, Robert's return to madness?" Mychal asked him, seeing little venerable eyes in Joffrey.
"When he shouted, call me…it hurt me brother" Joffrey said honestly, Mychal is aware how much Joffrey love's Robert, despite everything.
"Joffrey, Like it or not, Robert was a shell of his former self, he is nothing without war, a drunken fool drinking to remembering the past war, you want to be like him?" Mychal asked, Joffrey glared at his brother but signed.
"You are right, when the wars ended, he became a drunken fool. I will be nothing like him." Joffrey said in agreement with his brother.
"Then show the seven kingdoms you're a better King. Which shouldn't be too difficult" Mychal said, as Joffrey turned to him.
"I rather you didn't speak ill of father, despite rumours" Joffrey said, but Mychal glared at him.
"I apologised your 'grace' but Robert has been beating me, punishing me and spreading worse rumours about being a Targaryen bastard, so forgive me for not feeling joyful when I recall him" Mychal growls in his face, Joffrey steps back with a nod.
"Yes, brother…of course" Joffrey said, stepping back in slight fear, Mychal signs as he looks around the new set up, something Joffrey notices.
"Like it brother, make it the way before Father changes it" Joffrey said, with Mychal frowning.
"You don't approve?" Joffrey asked him.
"You're the King, it's your throne room" Mychal said, not caring about the throne room.
"Then what is it?" Joffrey asked him,
"Invasion, a weakness in King's landing" Mychal states, which got Joffrey attention.
"Weakness? Who's attacking? Are we preparing?!" Joffrey asks him, but Mychal holds him.
"Calm down, the Decepticon can hold the walls, we're recruiting and training more men" Mychal states to the king.
"But our ships are weak, Stannis stole the royal fleet, 200 ships, we only have 50 ships" Mychal spoke with Joffrey getting pissed.
"That thief, first he stole Dragonstone, now my fleet, he will suffer" Joffrey swearing to kill Stannis.
"Yes Joffrey Stannis is our enemy, so are others with larger fleets as well" Mychal stated, getting Joffrey to turn to him.
"Can't we build more ships?" Joffrey asked but Mychal shakes his head.
"Not enough time to build enough ships to match them, Marrow is skilled but not even he can beat all of them, Marrow has a few ideas but we need your approval" Mychal said, thinking about a plan for their fleet.
"Yes yes oh cause, whatever the squid wants, as long as we have a fleet to destroy my enemies" Joffrey says, making Mychal smirk a little.
"By your word, 'your grace'" Mychal said, Mychal glanced over his shoulder, seeing Cersei entering with her guards. She has a surprised and curious expression on her face.
"What is all this?" Cersei asked.
"Returning this room to its proper appearance," Joffrey answered.
"Say what you will about the Targaryens – they were conquerors." Joffrey pointed to the Iron Throne.
"That is a seat for a conqueror. It needs a room to match it, not vines and flowers, right brother?" Joffrey asked Mychal.
"Your throne room, not mine" Mychal said with an uncaring shrug.
"We can't find Arya Stark," Cersei said softly so the workers won't hear.
"I know, Mychal already told me, with luck, she's dead in a ditch somewhere," Joffrey replied, getting a look from Mychal but remaining silent.
"Perhaps. But if not, we need her. They'll never give Jaime back to us for Sansa alone." Cersei said, but Mychal smirks.
"You underestimate Robb's love for family; they care for the wolves of their pack" Mychal states, a weakness many will take advantage of, Joffrey smirks.
"So true, they're weak. They put too much value on their women." Joffrey said, walking towards the dais.
"We need to set our armies to the task of finding her," Cersei suggested, following her sons.
"Send out as many men as you can. I'm sure if you asked grandfather –" But Joffrey cuts her off.
"The King does not ask; he commands." Joffrey interrupted.
"And my grandfather's stupidity in the field of battle is the reason Robb Stark has Uncle Jaime in the first place." Joffrey states, while Mychal shakes his head, he knows Tywin isn't a fool, a veteran knows not to charge in for glory. Unlike Jamie, who often jumps into the fray without thinking.
The main reason why he is a knight and not a general.
Cersei's face tensed, Mychal aware of his mother's relationship with her twin. Personally, Mychal doesn't care what they do in bed.
When they focus too much on pleasure instead of duty it becomes a big problem, like right now.
"His life is in danger," she said calmly, Joffrey turned around, facing his mother,
"We're at war. All our lives are in danger." Joffrey then glances at her.
"I heard about a disgusting lie about Uncle Jaime. And you." Joffrey said, Cersei inhaled sharply through her nose, giving a forced smile,
"Our enemies will say anything to weaken your claim to the Iron Throne." Cersei tries to say, Mychal looks at her, claim?
"It's not a claim. The throne is mine," Joffrey noticed her use of words, good he's learning.
"Of course, it is, no one believes in this foul gossip." Cersei smiled as she came over.
"Someone believes it," Joffrey countered then asked.
"Father had other children? Besides me, Mychal, Tommen and Myrcella?" Joffrey said, oh this caught her off guard.
"What are you asking?" Cersei replied.
"I'm asking if he fucked other women when he grew tired of you," Joffrey clarified.
"How many bastards does he have running -" Suddenly Cersei slapped her son. The impact echoed throughout the Throne Room, causing the builders and glassmakers to go silent. Tension engulfed the room in what just happened.
Cersei stared at her son in horror, realising what she had done. Not only as a mother but as a subject to the King. Joffrey cradles his cheek then stares at the builders who watch. One made eye contact who panicked going back to work. The rest soon followed.
Mychal smiled at Cersei.
"Queen Regent Cersei, you forget your place, Joffrey isn't just your son. He's your king" Mychal started with a grin, Joffrey turned to her.
"What you just did is punishable by death." Joffrey took a deep breath lowering his Hand, Cersei eyes widened.
"You will never do it again, Never." Joffrey warned her. He then went over to the Iron Throne with Mychal.
"That will be all, Mother" Joffrey dismissed her without a care, turning to Mychal.
"About those rumours" Joffrey whispered to him, but Mychal held his hand.
"Don't worry brother, we can spread our own rumours to counter it, after all 'the seed is strong' can go both ways" Mychal explains, as Joffrey grins back.
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Decepticons Institutes
Mychal sees a map of the Seven Kingdoms, looking at the ships in each of the Kingdoms, Marron Greyjoy looks at Mychal.
"So we got the golden shit king's permission" Marron said, Mychal nods.
"Yes now we need to find allies since Stannis took most of the royal fleet" Mychal said, seeing they have less ships then their enemies.
"Fuckin cunt, 200 ships against our 50, I like a challenge but my Lord, your uncle will not play fair" Marron complains to him.
"Maybe if you didn't taunt him every now and then, he wouldn't want to kill you" Mychal pointed out, knowing Marron shows his ass and dick to Stannis to mock him.
"Your uncle did kill a few of my friends in the rebellion" Marron shrugs, not liking Stannis for his part in the Greyjoy rebellion, he knows it is war but doesn't mean he has to like the cunt.
"We need help like it or not," Mychal said, seeing they need help before they get attacked from the sea.
"We can't ask the Redwyne fleet, there with your gay uncle" , Marron said, a powerful Redwyn fleet with Renly, another enemy they have to worry about.
"Doesn't your grandfather have a fleet?" Marron asked, getting a deadpan look from Mychal.
"After you destroy it?" Mychal points at him, making Marron look sheepish.
"Oh right" Marron says, remembering how he helped burn the Lannister's shipyard.
"The Manderly fleet is small but won't help us" Mychal seeing the north won't be any help with their independence.
"How about the Velaryons?" Mychal points out on part of the map, the Velaryons are an old house with blood ties to Old Valyria, with a strong fleet on their side.
"Absolutely not my lord, anyone but those self-righteous cunts, ohh we help sail Aegon too Westores..oh we once had dragons….Ohhhh yeah we once sat on the iron fuckin throne…..Oh, we had a sea monster horse but now it's a normal sea horse….oh yeah, fuckin pricks never shut up about Valyria this and Targaryen that" Marron said, hating the Velaryons with a passion.
"Then what do you suggest? Mercenaries?" Mychal asked, Marron shapes his head.
"No I have a cheaper one" Marron points at one stop on the map.
"Iron islands? The Iron fleet? What makes you think they'll support us?" Mychal asked, Marrow smiled as he pointed at himself.
"This guy! my lord, heir to the Greyjoys" Marron stated however Mychal shakes his head.
"You've been dead for years to them and what you show up like nothing happened, I doubt your father will help the son of the men that took his crown" Mychal figures, not seeing Balon Greyjoy help anyone but himself.
Marron thinks about it and nods.
"Ok true, my father is a piece of shit, butttt there are others that hate the Baratheon and the Starks, and would love nothing more than a good old taste of revenge with a side of pillaging" Marron stated with intent, knowing many Houses in the iron islands would love a chance to get revenge against both the Starks and Baratheons.
"And what stops you from joining them?" Mychal stares at the Greyjoy, Marron holds his heart in pain.
"Oh..oh my heart, oh my lord, believing I would betray you…the man who saved me, gave me a ship, a fleet and a high position in the king's fucking court…how can I live knowing the man I respect and admire…think of treason…from me!" Marron spoke in sorrow, speaking about all Mychal has done for him.
"You're the heir to the Iron islands and with your family" Mychal points out, knowing family has a bigger sway to many than position of power. Marron stops acting hurt.
"Oh please there nothing on the Iron islands but self-delusional pricks, by the drowned god, our words is basically we steal your shit, come on Mychal, why would I settle for lord of the iron islands compared to Admiral Marron Greyjoy, the Shark of the Narrow seas and Master of ships" Marrow brags while Mychal signs.
Mychal believes in Marrow, knowing he is in a much higher position here then going back to the iron islands.
However
"Can you swear to me you get these ships Admiral?" Mychal asked him with his title, Marrow smirks standing straight.
"Admiral Marrow Greyjoy swears to get more ships to your fleets, on my pride and love for you" Marrow swears to him while holding the Decepticon symbol, as Mychal nods.
"Very well, but I expect you back soon" Mychal orders, Marron smiled.
"Oh don't worry my lord, I'll be back very soon" Marron smiled, sliding his hand on Mychal's shoulder as he glared at him. Marron smirks as he turns away.
"I'd missed your ruby glare already" Marron calls out, while Mychal signs looking at the map of Westeros, planning for the next battle as his put all the pieces on the map.