Chapter 10: As Low as Dishonor (4/5)

Raziel Baratheon:

As soon as the morning arrived, the Crown Prince of Westeros, the Hand of the King and the Heir of the Eyrie made their way down to the Gates of the Moon. Robyn spent the entire way, making very annoying questions that Jon refused to answer and whining in Raziel's ear about the situation involving his grandfather. The boy with black hair listened to his complaints quietly but his patience was at his limit by the time they arrived. A few of the guards of house Arryn that were accompanying them were gossiping about something loudly the entire way, which was almost as annoying as Robyn, so Raziel couldn't wait for them to arrive.

Luckily, he got his wish as they arrived at the Gates of the Moon. Finally... He thought in deep annoyance as they arrived at the spot where the mules were kept for transportation. I hope Symeon is okay alone. He had to leave his pet Hrakkar back at the Eyrie, but the servants assured him that they would take good care of him.

"Hello Nestor." Jon spoke as he noticed that the Keeper of the Gates of the Moon was there to greet them.

"My lord," He spoke in response with a simple bow. "I know you probably would like to rest for a bit, but I just want to inform you that the preparations for your trip to Gulltown are already done."

Raziel was aware that Jon planned to go to Gulltown, probably to investigate the disappearance of Robyn's uncles. A fact that Robyn was still unaware of it as he thinks that he's going there to investigate the second passage to the Vale. But Raziel thought it was better for him to be ignorant about it, otherwise he might spread around the rumor and it would affect Jon's investigation.

"You look annoyed with something." Suddenly, Raziel heard a voice speaking to him. When he turned around, he realized that it was Mya. She was feeding one of the mules.

Raziel smiled at seeing her again. "Hello, Mya." He immediately approached her.

"Hello, m-" She was about to say "My Prince" but Raziel interrupted her.

"Raz." He corrected her, as he would prefer to be called the nickname that she picked for him the other day.

"I'm not sure if I should be calling you that." The black haired girl seemed unsure, probably because she was afraid of getting scolded or something like that.

"I am the one who decides how I would like to be called, and I say, you can call me Raz." He assured the friendly girl as he stood besides her.

"Okay... Raz..." Mya reluctantly spoke, but he could tell that she preferred to call him Raz. "What brings you to the Gates of The Moon again?"

"The Lord of the Eyrie has to go to Gulltown to resolve an issue there, I came along as company." Raziel explained to her as he caressed the Mule that she was feeding it.

"I see," Mya spoke in response as she tried to untie a rope that was on the mule's leg "Come on..."

"What is this rope for?" Raziel asked as he was confused.

"For nothing, I tied on his leg so he won't run but now I can't take it off." She explained as she struggled to untie the rope that she tied.

The black haired boy was about to help her, but then he heard someone call him. "Raziel." It was Robyn, who was approaching him from behind.

"What is it?" He asked as he turned around.

"Some of the squires are going to have a sparring match at the yard, let's go see it." Robyn spoke enthusiastically to the Prince.

Raziel wanted to go see it, but before he did. "Excuse me." The Prince reached for Robyn's belt and pulled out the dagger that he was always carrying. Raziel always thought that dagger was pretty interesting looking, which made the surprise revelation that it was a Valyrian steel dagger slightly less surprising for a particular reason. Although the blade itself is very plain in appearance, it was finely made of Valyrian steel and has a smooth dragonbone hilt. According to Robyn, he and his uncle Waymar once went to Gulltown to buy a gift for his grandmother, and while they were there, they accidentally bumped into a blind merchant that was selling that dagger. As Robyn put it, the poor old man had no idea of how valuable the item that he was selling was. Raziel can only assume that he got a priceless item like that for a cheap price. Which strangely angered the Prince.

The Prince then used it to cut the rope on the Mule's leg in order to help Mya. "Thanks." She immediately thanked him.

Raziel just smiled at her before handing the dagger back to Robyn. "You can thank me by showing me around the Gates of The Moon once you're done with that Mule." He told her. "It's not an order, just a request." He clarified as he may have sounded like he was forcing her.

"Of course, I don't mind." The older girl replied with a smile that Raziel was sure that he had seen her before but he didn't know where. "But, this isn't the only mule I have to take care of." She told him while pointing at the considerable number of Mules around. "Would you mind if we do that later?"

"Not at all, I'll leave you to do your duties then." Raziel gave her a respectful bow, which she replied with one of her own, before he turned to Robyn. "Let's go to see the sparring match then."

Once everyone properly set foot at the Gates of the Moon, Jon left the two boys to go speak to Nestor Royce about the preparations for his trip to Gulltown. Leaving both Raziel and Robyn to go to the yard to watch the sparring match, but upon arrival, it was actually revealed that it wasn't really a sparring match but a wrestling match. Wrestling may be more of a game, but in truth, it has several combat benefits. Raziel himself has seen several people using wrestling techniques to win fights, since it is exceptionally useful when the opponent gets too close. A perfect example of that was Duncan the Tall, the Lord Commander of the Kingsguard during the reign of King Aegon V Targaryen, who was always said to be only a fair swordsman during his time as a Hedge Knight but he was capable of defeating much more capable and experienced swordsman simply by using his size and wrestling skills.

Raziel and Robyn were both sitting down as they watched two squires with stocky builds having a very competitive match, as neither of them seemed to have any type of technique and were just trying to overpower the other.

The Prince was honestly bored with it but kept watching to see which of the two would actually win. Drinking a cup of Iced milk sweetened with honey as he watched the two scrabbling to pin the other. Just go for the legs, neither of you are strong enough to lift the other off the floor. He observed as he watched the two trying to lift the other off the ground in order to throw them.

Robyn on the other hand, just laughed at the two as it was a little comical. "They are so bad at this." He said as he playfully pushed Raziel's shoulder a bit, which made him spill his milk.

"Do you know anything about wrestling?" Raziel asked as he looked at him angrily because of the milk.

"It's just about pushing someone into the ground, it's easy." Robyn said without even bothering to look at Raziel.

Raziel was about to open his mouth to reply, but then he took a good look at Robyn, his dagger to be more precise. And he had an idea. "Care to prove it?"

The Heir of the Eyrie then moved his sky blue eyes to meet the Prince's sapphire blue ones. "What do you mean?" He asked him in curiosity.

"You and me, let's have a match." Raziel proposed.

Robyn's response was to laugh at him. Which made Raziel a little angry but he did not voice it. "No offense, but I'm older, taller and stronger than you." He pointed it out to him. "It wouldn't be a fair match."

"Sadly, most battles aren't really fair." Raziel told him in response as he drank the remaining of his milk. "How about this, if you win, I'll give you my bow as a reward."

"The Dragonbone one?" Stupid question, since Raziel only had one bow. "Why would you give away such an amazing weapon so easily?" He spoke as he knew that he would win, which is a terrible mistake for many, many different reasons.

"Definitely not," Raziel clarified. "If I win, you'll give me your Valyrian steel dagger." That was the thing that Raziel was after.

Raziel Baratheon actually wanted that dagger from the moment he saw it, and has been thinking of ways to get it for himself for sometime now and he believes that just found it.

"My dagger?" Robyn immediately didn't seem to like the idea of giving his dagger away. "Umm... I don't know..."

Raziel just smiled. "What?" He decided to try to convince him. "Are you that insecure of your skill?" The black haired boy asked in a mocking tone. "The future Warden of the East afraid to lose a wrestling match to a boy younger and smaller than him? What would the lords of the Vale think?" His mockery was painfully obvious, which was exactly what he wanted to convey.

Luckily, Robyn took the bait easily and stood up from his seat. Raziel just sat there as he walked towards the master-at-arms of the Gates of the Moon to request a match. He couldn't hear what they were saying but he could tell that the master-at-arms was trying to argue against it due to the obvious size difference between the two. Only for Robyn to throw a tantrum and start to yell at the master-at-arms which probably did the trick.

For the relatively short time that Raziel knew Robyn Arryn, he realized a few things about him. One, he was an incredibly spoiled and whiny boy, and had a tendency of throwing tantrums when things didn't go his way. Second, he was incredibly petty and he responded with hostility to the smallest of insults or even criticisms. Third, he seems to be incredibly prideful, not in a good way, if there's a good way to be prideful which Raziel never saw.

"Attention everyone!" The master-at-arms spoke but Raziel didn't really pay any attention as he was staring at the sky, where he saw his pet eagle flying right above them.

Jon did tell me to keep him in a cage, but I can tell he doesn't like it. He thought as he observed his beautiful golden eagle flying above the castle.

"My Prince?" Raziel's attention was called towards the master-at-arms. "You have requested a match against the Heir of the Vale." He pointed out as Robyn stood in the spot where those two big squires were wrestling one another.

"As a matter of fact, I did." Raziel replied as he removed his cloak and made his way towards the spot in order to face Robyn.

"The rules are simple, the first one to pin the other will win the match." The master-at-arms explained the simple rule-set, but apparently, there weren't many rules in place which allowed Raziel to do something. "Ready?" Both boys assumed their stance, with Robyn having the obvious advantage due to his size. But there was something that he wasn't expecting. "Go!"

Without any type of warning, Raziel Baratheon slapped Robyn's face and took advantage of the distraction caused by the slap and grabbed his left leg using both hands, and used the position to force the opponent to the ground. Luckily, Robyn was so distracted by the hard slap that his mind didn't had the time to process the current situation and was unable to defend Raziel's takedown. Despite Raziel's size disadvantage, he was able to take Robyn into the ground with ease and get on top of him in order to pin him.

"And, the Prince is the winner!" The master-of-arms announced.

"WHAT?!" Robyn yelled angrily as Raziel got off of him and stood up. "HE CHEATED!" He accused Raziel.

"Ummm... Not exactly," The master-of-arms awkwardly tried to explain. "There wasn't really a rule prohibiting him from striking his opponent, it is considered dishonest but not exactly prohibited unless it's against the rules input on the match."

"There wasn't any rule input on this particular set of matches that was prohibited, so it's allowed." Raziel spoke with a smile at the angry looking Robyn. "My dagger please." He demanded the Heir of the Vale. Robyn looked at the Prince with an angry face, but Raziel could honestly not care less about that, he just wanted his new Valyrian steel dagger. He reluctantly removed the dagger from his belt and tossed it on the floor like a bratty child, before he stormed off from the yard. "And don't underestimate your opponent next time." It was both a mockery and sound advice. The Prince then decided to grab the dagger from the ground and inspect his new weapon. It's a wonderful weapon but way too bland, I'm gonna have to ask a smith to do some... Alterations.

"Despite the reaction of the young Heir of the Vale, it was a great display of cunning in combat, my Prince." The master-of-arms praised him for the somewhat disrespectful but cunning strategy as Raziel basically beat a boy that was taller and older than him in a competition that usually revolves around brute force.

Without taking the eyes off his new dagger, Raziel responded. "Sadly, the use of dishonorable tactics can be the difference between life and death." Ser Barristan Selmy told him that once, although he did admit that he would rather die than use any dishonorable tactics in battle. Raziel, on the other hand, doesn't have a problem with them as long as he can get away with them. "Especially if you are the one at a disadvantage."

"Yes," The master-of-arms agreed with his statement. "Would you like to have another match?"

Raziel just smiled in response. "Can I have a more appropriate sized opponent?" Because I would like to rely on skill rather than tricks this time.

Jon Arryn:

The Hand of the King was currently busy at the moment, he was inside the Falcon Tower, writing a letter to be sent back to King's Landing. The letter was basically a response to a very annoying impasse between Robert and Stannis. Basically, Robert is asking him to tell his brother to stop bothering him with his nonsensical propositions to outlaw prostitution. Though, Robert's letter had nothing but cursing and insults directed at Stannis.

Jon could only sigh in response to the letter. Although his opinions on prostitution are not exactly the best, he can understand the necessity of them. Some man, especially Hedge Knights, Sellswords and other less fortune individuals need to rely on the service of prostitutes to have some general comfort and a release of their urges, with the Queen's youngest brother being the perfect example of that as he doubts any woman would willingly want to be with him. The Lord of the Vale has to admit that despite his old age, he himself sometimes misses the touch of a woman, which he hasn't had since his second wife passed away years ago. Which is why he cannot judge the man who makes use of their services.

There's also the fact that some of these women need to sell their bodies to sustain themselves, or worse, sustain their children.

So outlawing would cause a lot of problems to a lot of different people. And he can easily predict that the number of crimes involving the act of rape would increase as a result since a lot of man would not have the means to satisfy their urges, especially if alcohol is involved.

The Hand of the King decided to just write a letter to the master of ships pointing out all the downsides of his proposition and hope for that to be the end of it. Though, it was possible that Stannis would try to send him a letter containing his own arguments in favor of the idea. Which Jon was personally praying that he wouldn't. But Baratheon's legendary stubbornness was something that he was something that could not be ignored.

Once the letter was finished, he decided to have a cup of Apple wine that Nestor brought for him. As he contemplated what he would do, tomorrow, he would actually take Raziel to teach him a bit of Hawking and the next day he would make his trip to Gulltown. Jon was planning on going the next day, but he would like to await for a raven from Yohn Royce of the status of the search because he doubts that he would actually be able to receive any ravens before he arrives at his destination. He was certainly looking forward to teaching Raziel, especially since his new majestic eagle should be a sight to be seen.

Raziel Baratheon:

"He's so beautiful."

After the wrestling matches ended, Raziel decided to search for Mya to collect on his request for her to show him around. He did put his new Valyrian steel dagger with the rest of his belongings before though.

Currently, he was walking beside Mya with Artys on his shoulder. The two black-haired individuals were at the back of the castle's Great Hall admiring the pillared gallery. Artys took a liking to her immediately.

"Next time, I'll introduce you to my other pet." Raziel told her as she caressed Artys.

"I heard your other pet is a white lion." Mya seemed curious to know if it was true or not.

"His name is Symeon, and I think he's going to like you." Raziel told her. "He likes all of my friends." He added.

For a second there, Mya made a very confused face while still staring at Artys. Before she moved her head to stare at him with very familiar blue eyes that he can swear that he saw them before. "Are we friends?" She asked him.

Raziel paused for a bit before answering. "Are we not?"

"Ummm..." She seemed to be thinking deeply about the answer. "You're a Prince..." The black haired girl said while avoiding looking at him.

"So?" Raziel asked.

"I don't think Princes can be friends with bastards." It was her explanation.

"First of all, I'm the one who decides who I can or cannot be friends with." It was Raziel's response to what she said. "Second of all, you're a bastard?" I didn't know that, I mean, how could I, this is our second meeting. Despite that, he still can't shake off that feeling that he knows her.

"Yes, my father is a noble and my mother was a pig farmer." Mya spoke sadly.

"Was?" He noted that choice of words.

Saying that turned out to be a bad idea, since Mya looked down sadly.

"Sorry..." Raziel immediately apologized in response as the topic was clearly personal. "It's none of my business."

"No... Ummm... It's okay..." She was clearly uncomfortable but apparently, she trusted him. "My... Mother... She..." Taking a deep breath, she finally spoke. "Died from a fever a year ago." The black haired girl revealed it to him.

"Oh..." It was his immediate response. His second response was to signal Artys to get off of his shoulder, and once he was off, immediately wrap his arms around Mya in order to hug her. "I'm sorry..." He really feels bad for asking now.

Mya didn't reply, but she did accept his hug. Strangely, the two ended up staying like that for a considerable amount of time. Until Mya finally broke the silence. "Thank you, my..." She was about to say my Prince, but she stopped herself. "Raz."

Raziel looked at her and smiled. "You are welcome." He said as the two separated from the hug. Once they did, Artys immediately returned to Raziel's shoulder.

Mya giggled at the action of his pet. "Come on, there are still places to show you."

Raziel just nodded in response. But before they started to walk besides one another again.

The Prince decided to hold her hand, which she didn't seem to mind at all. But she did say. "Ummm... I didn't really wash my hands after washing the mules." She warned him.

"I don't care." He really didn't.

Mya smiled at that response. Though his smile was awfully familiar, he can't tell where he saw it before. "Suit yourself, just don't come complaining to me if your hand starts to smell like a mule's ass." She joked.

"Does it smell any different from a horse's ass?" He sadly sensed that before.

"It's similar but worse." She revealed it to him. "Still wanna hold my hand?"

Raziel only smirked, before he brought Mya's hand closer and placed her thumb inside of his mouth in response.

Mya widened her eyes at his gesture. "That's gross..." She said, though, she seemed a little flattered that he would do something like this just to prove that he didn't care.

He pulled her finger off his mouth and said. "Your turn."

"Wait, why do you want me to do it?" She asked him in confusion.

"As a proof of our friendship." Raziel told her. "Unless you want a kiss instead."

"My dirty finger just went inside your mouth, I am not kissing you." Mya immediately shut down the idea of him kissing her. Which disappointed Raziel a bit because he really misses kissing someone.

"Okay then, so..." He extended his hand to her. Raziel's hand had perfectly trimmed nails, while Mya's nails were slightly long.

Mya sighed in response before she decided to comply. "Your hand is really soft." She commented.

"I hear that a lot." It was true.

Mya then decided to place the finger where the ring that Myrcella gave it to him was inside her mouth. Inside her month was really warm and wet, and he could feel her tongue touching it. It took a whole minute for it to be over. "There."

Raziel smiled. "Now, our friendship is official."

Mya laughed a bit. "Agreed." She said while giving Raziel a thumbs up with the finger that he placed inside his mouth. Then she opened for him to take it once again. Which he did.

But before they continued with their tour around the Gates of the Moon. Raziel had one last question. "So... Who is your father?" He decided to ask, since she told him that her father is a noble, meaning that he's still alive.

"I don't really know," The girl with familiar blue eyes told him. "Mother always frowned and got angry when I tried to ask her about him , so I just decided to stop asking. She eventually told me that he was a noble and not much else." She explained to the blue eyed boy. "But... I do remember him a bit."

"How so?" He was curious.

"I remember him as a big man that would toss me in the air and catch me while laughing." She seemed sad about that memory for some reason.

But Raziel couldn't help but notice something. "Hah!" It was his reaction. "My father does that to me all the time."

"Really?"

For the rest of the tour, Raziel kept telling Mya some stories about the things that his father and him did together. Mya listened closely in curiosity and even admitted that his father is exactly how he imagines her father to be like.

The next day came by quickly enough. Raziel spent the rest of the previous day telling Mya stories about his father and telling her about King's Landing and Casterly Rock. Once the night arrived, Raziel went to sleep as he was a bit tired from the wrestling matches. Once dawn came, he was called in by Jon in order for him to fulfill his promise to teach him hawking.

"It's a real shame that Robyn couldn't join us. " Jon spoke as the two rode the same horse with Sandor and two of the Arryn guards following them.

"He's still mad about losing to me." Raziel told him as he ate a small bag filled with peeled walnuts.

"What?" Jon was still unaware of their little competition.

"Robyn and I had a wrestling match yesterday and we both bet our weapons." The Prince revealed to the Hand of the King. "I bet my dragonbone bow and he bet his Valyrian steel dagger." The black haired boy then reached for his belt where he placed a leather sheath for the Valyrian steel dagger. He drew the dagger to show Jon.

"Did he genuinely bet such a valuable weapon on a wrestling match?" Jon asked Raziel in pure disbelief because that was an unbelievable level of stupidity. "I mean, you betting a dragonbone bow is almost as stupid but dragonbone isn't as rare as Valyrian steel dagger." He spoke with a bit of apprehension in his voice as it probably bothered him how they were able to bet such valuable weapons with that much ease.

"It's not so unbelievable Jon, I read that Rodrik Stark, one of the Kings in the North, gave Bear Island to the Mormonts after winning the isle in a wrestling match from a driftwood king of the Ironborn." Raziel pointed out that story as a reference for what he and Robyn did.

"Raziel, that story has a lot of holes in it and a considerable number of skeptical scholars think it's more likely that the rival kings wrestled "with words"." Jon immediately pointed out that contradiction. "Not to mention that the whole idea of placing an entire island as a prize for such a thing as a wrestling match just sounds too unbelievable in opinion."

"Considering the stories that we usually hear about the northmens, I wouldn't be too quick to place it as unbelievable." They do hear a lot of pretty strange stories about the northmens.

"Maybe you can tell me once you come back there." Jon told him Raziel will eventually stay a year in the north as well. "Despite my opinions about the two of you betting such valuable weapons in something as foolish as a wrestling match, you won it fair and square and Robyn will have to accept it."

"I don't care if he accepts or not, I just wanted the dagger." Raziel confessed to Jon as he placed his dagger back on his sheath. "He thought he could beat me easily because he was older and bigger and learned the hard way to not underestimate his opponent."

"Too many great warriors die by making that mistake, I'm afraid." Jon spoke sadly.

Soon enough, Raziel and Jon arrived at the spot where Jon used to go when he used to live in the Vale for hawking, it's a pretty wide area with a nice grass field and lots of trees, a pretty fertile valley.

A few hours passed by, hours that Raziel spent hearing Jon's very precise instructions about all the basics of Falconry. However, Raziel didn't need much instructions as he quickly got the hang of it. Mainly because Artys was a very obedient pet, just like Symeon. Him and Jon were currently having a friendly competition in seeing who can catch the most animals.

Jon's falcon managed to get three squirrels.

Artys managed to get two rabbits. Raziel let Artys have one while the other he would ask to be prepared into a stew for him to eat.

"Okay, this was fun but I think it's time to head back." Jon spoke as he observed his falcon, who was standing on his hand.

"Wait, let me see if Artys can get just one more..." Raziel pleaded as Artys stood on his shoulder.

"Raziel, it's getting late, and two rabbits are already on a great hunt." Jon told him as he saw the guards and Sandor preparing the horses to head back.

Raziel sighed. "Alright..." He said in disappointment.

But before he could join the rest to head back to the Gates of the Moon, Artys flew off his shoulder and headed towards the area covered with trees. "Hey, wait!" Raziel screamed as he ran after his pet.

"Raziel!" Jon yelled at him. "Don't run off!"

Sadly for the Hand of the King, The Prince ignored what he said and ran quickly towards the woods after his pet. It only took some seconds for him to create distance between himself and rest, mostly because Raziel was a fairly good runner. Walking down the relatively dense set of trees, the black haired boy searched around for his pet that he saw flying that way. The cold was indeed getting a bit worse, so he definitely believes now that it was time to return. Where are you Artys? He asked himself as he walked down the direction that his pet went. I don't know why, but I do really like trees. He thought as he passed through a considerable number of trees as he walked. Suddenly, he ends up hearing a sound, a familiar sound that Artys does, coming from his right. Following the sound, Raziel eventually found his pet standing next to a tree, on the corpse of some animal. "Yes!" He immediately cheered as he did manage to get one more animal before leaving. "Nice work, Artys." The Golden Eagle immediately returned to the shoulder of his owner. "You're great." The Prince praised his pet as he caressed its head. "Let's see what you got." He spoke to him as he approached the dead prey. "Hmm... What?" It was Raziel's immediate response.

It turned out that the animal that Artys killed... was a sheep... "Where the hell?"

"NO!" Suddenly, he heard someone yelling from his left. Moving his head to the left, he saw a boy, who seemed to be a few years older than him. He had a shaved head and a bit of hair growing on his face, he was wearing simple clothes in the color brown. The boy immediately ran towards him and pushed Raziel out of the way to inspect the sheep. "WHAT DID YOU DO! MY FATHER IS GOING TO KILL ME!" He yelled at the Prince as he hopelessly tried to find any sign of life on the sheep.

It only took a few seconds for Raziel to actually understand what was going on. He must be the son of a shepherd who accidentally lost one of the sheeps. The black haired boy immediately felt bad for that, and decided to apologize and offer some compensation for the sheep. He sends Artys to fly away for a bit as it was better that he didn't see him. Once Artys was out of sight, Raziel approached the boy. "Umm... Excuse me, I'm re-AAH!" The black haired boy attempted to apologize to the boy with a shaved head, but once he got close enough, the boy turned around and pushed the Prince into the ground.

"YOU FUCKING LITTLE SHIT!" The boy yelled at Raziel with a lot of hostility. "MY FATHER IS GOING TO BEAT ME UP ALL NIGHT LONG BECAUSE OF YOU!" He was visibly furious, and Raziel understood why, so he didn't take offense with what he did.

"Listen, I understand and I'm sorry but I can-" Raziel tried to apologize once again and tell him that he could give his family some silver as compensation for the sheep. But once Raziel was up again, the older boy punched Raziel in the face in anger, causing him to fall into the ground once again.

"I DON'T CARE THAT YOU'RE SORRY!" He yelled before he kicked Raziel on the ribs while he was on the ground.

Any patience or sympathy he had for the boy disappeared completely, and all he had now was anger. But he gave him one last chance. "If you'll just list-"

"SHUT THE FUCK UP!" Raziel tried to explain to him one last time, but the angry boy just grabbed his head and pushed into the dirt. "WE WERE GOING TO SELL THE WOOL OF THAT SHEEP!" The boy kept on yelling at Raziel's ear as he pulled his hair hard. "FUCK!" He finally let go of the Prince's hair before he went to inspect the sheep once again. "NOT EVEN EVEN ENOUGH YET!" Right now, he was just complaining to the trees.

But as he was distracted, the Prince stood up from the ground, with his clothes completely dirty and his lip bleeding from the punch he received. He was grinding his teeth in anger and looking at the son of a Shepherd with absolute fury. While he was distracted, Raziel drew his Valyrian steel dagger and slowly approached him from behind.

"Maybe my father can still sell some of this..." He spoke out loud, probably for himself to hear. Not paying attention that someone was approaching him from behind. "Maybe I can tell him that the little shit kills it, maybe he'll beat him up instead." It baffled him on how stupid he was for speaking that kind of thing out loud. "HEY, YOU'RE GO-AAAHHHH!" As he turned around to look at Raziel, the black haired boy sliced his face with his dagger. "AAAHH! WHAT THE!" He yelled in response before he tried to grab Raziel, but it failed miserably as Raziel sliced his hand as it got close. "AAAAAHHHHH!" His next action was to try to stand up , but Raziel sliced the back of his knee as soon as he stood up, causing him to fall into the ground afterwards. The Crown Prince of Westeros then jumped and mounted the top of his back as he tried to crawl away. Before he pushed his head into the dirt like he did with him earlier.

"Should have listened." He spoke, before he grabbed his left ear, and cut a piece of it using the dagger.

"AAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHH!" The boy screamed in agony as Raziel tossed the piece of his ear into a nearby tree. "NO! PLEASE NO!" Sadly, Raziel ignored his pleas and hit the back of his head five times with the bottom of the dagger.

"There, I saved your father the trouble of beating you up." He told him before hitting him one more time, leaving the older boy completely dazed. "Now I'll save the executioner the trouble." Because attacking a Prince is a death sentence. In this case, literally. He placed the blade in a reverse as he prepared to stab the boy's back.

"RAZIEL!" But before he could, he heard someone calling him. Moving his head to the right, he noticed Jon standing there with the guards and Sandor. Jon and the guards seemed shocked by what he was doing, but Sandor didn't seem a little bit affected by the sight of the Prince about to kill a boy.

"Sorry for running off." He apologized normally as nothing was going on. "Artys got a sheep." Raziel informed him while pointing at Artys prey.

"Aaahhhh..." The dazed boy that Raziel was standing on top of grunted.

"Excuse me." Raziel told Jon and the others.

Before he pulled the boy's hair in order to lift his head up and used his dagger, to slowly slit his throat open at a painfully slow speed, covering the ground and his hand with his blood as he did. He noticed Jon and the guards looking away in clear shock at what he was doing, but Sandor on the other hand, smirked at Raziel's display of violence. Once the son of a shepherd's throat was completely open and he stopped moving. Raziel removed the dagger from his throat and stood up. Once he did, he whistled loudly, which signaled Artys to come back to him. With his Golden Eagle back on his shoulder, the Crown Prince of Westeros approached the Hand of the King, who was still in complete shock, staring at the corpse of the boy that Raziel just killed.

"We can go now." The boy covered in dirt and blood told him casually. "But I'm taking the sheep, I'm gonna have it for dinner." He informed Jon.