Storm's End
Stormlands
Seven Kingdoms
Night Time

By the time he reached his soon-to-be home, it was night time and there was no moonlight, which made him basically invisible. He considered his options, whether to simply land on the courtyard and do a big reveal, or something that, in his opinion, was more fun.

Choosing the latter, he directed his dragons to the Durran's Point, where, in another life a certain smuggler would bring in much needed supplies to the besieged castle through the cave.

If a man with a ship could get through a blockade and navigate the dangerous waters, his dragons, with their night vision and agility could do the same much easier.

Landing inside the cave, kicking up dust and gravel, his dragons sniffed the air, searching for any dangers. They relaxed after finding none and he jumped off Obelisk's back with a thud. Changing out of his armor into overall blacks with a cloak for stealth, he picked up his bag and moved through the cave, avoiding the murderholes, getting through the bars and portcullis' - thanks to Bobby B's memories- he made his way to the final gate, which should have had two guards there at all times.

Using the trick his father taught him all those years ago, he opened the gate and continued. The reason for the lack of guards became evident as his eyes widened from the cover of the shadows.

They had guests.

A lot of guests.

Dragons, wolfs, lions, trouts, falcons and even the roses filled the courtyard.

What the hell was going on? A tourney perhaps? But for what?

He wasn't going to find an answer standing around, so he decided to move to his old room, discretely of course.

Stalking the halls, avoiding the guards and servants he made his way to his room. It was locked, so he used the skills he had acquired after the problems he faced in Illyrio's manor and picked the lock. The room was pristine, left just as he remembered from Robert's memories. Locking the door back, he laid on the bed, for the first time in so long, without having to wory about someone slitting his throat in his sleep.

Next Morning (Only Robert will be used from now on)

Robert woke up, well rested, stretching on the bed. Ahhh, how nice it was to finally sleep in peace.

It was noon and he had slept for longer than he intended in the comfort of a bed. He was famished and made his way to the kitchens after making sure the coast was clear. Dressed in plain clothes, he mingled among the flurry of servants and workers moving around, rather than trying to evade them as it was basically impossible.

He kept his head down, walked with a purpose and no one bothered to stop him, as they were too busy. He picked up bits and pieces as he walked, about how today had to be perfect.

For what, they didn't spoke of.

Reaching the kitchen, all the skills he acquired in the Free Cities proved their use once again while he snatched some bread, cheese, meat cutlets, olives - thank god- and a jug of water, all unnoticed.

"Brotherhood of Assassins got nothing on me" he thought as he made it safely back to his room. Washing his face and having his brunch, he simply opted to wait untill the feast began. He did some reading, drew some more armor and weapons and just spent time well into the afternoon. He stopped when the people occupying the courtyard, nobles and their attendants mostly, began to return inside.

Changing to what he called his offical clothes, he admired how cool he simply looked. He was dressed in a simple but elegant black trouser, black tunic with golden buttons and a golden embroidery on the chest area, a black scarf held by a really bright sapphire broch, and a black cape with golden edges and epaluettes, fastened on his shoulders with straps.*

He listened for noises at the corridor, finding no one he walked to the great hall.

This was going to be so much fun.

He listened from the stairs as things got quite down below. Which meant the guests were in.

Perfect.

Cracking his fingers, he took a deep breath and made his way down with a smile that would make any maiden blush.

Two guards were at the door of the hall, one of them holding out his hand to stop him with a commanding voice "Halt, who are ... you" which turned to a squeak at the last syllable as he noticed who he was.

His smile grew "Hello boys, everyone in yet?"

The guards looked at each other, what in the seven hells were they supposed to do?

"Well?" he asked at the floundering guards.

One of them finally found his voice and answered " A-ah, yes Lord Robert, everyone's in"

"Perfect now move aside" he said stretching his leg. Guards looked at each other and did as they were told.

Making sure he was ready, Robert kicked the door open, instantly attracted everyone's attention. Swaggering in to the Great Hall " Hello dear family and guests! Sorry for being late, you see no one told me we were having a celebration" his voice heard loud and clear by the gobsmacked occupants of the hall.

Oh, this was going to be fucking glorious.

His entrance, which was friggin cool by the way, was met with disbelief from his family, surprise from the Targaryens, and confusion from the rest of the guests.

Turning to one of the servants " Fetch me a chair would you?" he asked, the man immediately rushing to find one. He walked to where his family was seated, observing the room in the meanwhile. There were a lot of Targaryens then there were in the cannon, the dead children of Aerys and Rhaella were here, all seated at the head of the the table with the King and the Queen.

Lannisters were there, Starks, Arryns, Tullys and even the Tyrells for some reason, as well as the stormlords.

"Steffon what is the meaning of this!? What is he doing here?" blurted Aerys.

"I do not know Your Grace" answered his father, as baffled as the King.

"Last I checked this was still my home, or am I not welcome here father?" with a grin, enjoying the situation.

"Of course you are welcome" said his mother (or Robert's mother? he didn't know anymore, so he just went along with it) who got up from her seat to hug her eldest son " Welcome home my son" followed by his grandmother (who wasn't mentioned a lot in the show or the books, but from the memories he saw how much Robert really loved his grandmother ), while his father was trying to explain the situation to the King and failing.

As for his little brother Stannis the Mannis, he was frozen in his seat.

Giving his mother and grandmother a gentle bear hug, " Ahh, it is lovely to see you two again. You two look radiant like the sun itself" he flattered them, feeling Robert's joy and happiness.

"Don't think for one second flattery means you're off the hook my boy" said his grandmother, Rhaelle Targaryen Baratheon with a wry grin.

"Oh well, nothing I can do about it" he quipped back.

The servant brough his chair and he sat between his mother and grandmother, and decided to put his father out of his misery.

"Calm down father, I thought I would surprise you so I snuck through the cave last night and was hiding in my room." he explained. His father turned to him about to say something when Aerys beat him to it " Did you forget you were exiled boy?"

"Which ended yesterday actually" he smirked.

"So what are we celebrating?" Robert asked while snatching a goblet from the table. The hall became deadly silent at this, while the faces of his family fell.

It was Tywin Lannister of all people who responded " We are celebrating your brother's ascension as heir and his marriage to Lady Lysa Tully, as well as the announcement of the royal marriages"

Robert froze, the cup raised midway for a sip, as he processed what he just heard. The original's fury was apoplectic, almost drowning him in it, but he resisted it.

He didn't really care about the whole heir thing, he could always retire to the Summer Isles after all, but he wanted to soothe the original and an idea came to him as he watched the Tullys, who just happened to have Petyr Baelish, or Littlefinger as he was so affectionately called.

The same man who caused so much trouble in the original plot, leading to thousands of death all the way from Robert's Rebellion to the War of the Five Kings.

Also the man who Lysa Tully rode like a horse while he was drunk after being rejected by her sister Catelyn Tully, and got pregnant, who was then aborted when Hoster Tully gave her moon tea.

A devious grin appeared on his face and he quickly forced it into more solemn look and turned to Lysa Tully and raised his cup.
"Congratulations my Lady, truly you will find no man more dutifull and responsible than my brother. I also would like to offer my condolences to you"

If Stannis wasn't confounded by the unexpected praise from Robert, he was when Robert offered his condolences and asked "What for?" finally talking to his brother.

Robert tilted his head, acting confused " Why, for the child she had to abort of course. Truly a tragic tale, the man she loved in love with her sister, so she went and gave her maidenhead to him while he was drunk and got pregnant but had to abort the baby"

The rest of the hall gasped at the accusation, already whispering amongst themselves about the scandal.

At their disbelieving looks he simply responded with " Oh dear, did Lord Tully not tell you his daughter wasn't a maiden anymore?" with an innocent look on his face, as if he truly did not know the truth.

Look" he pointed at Baelish " she also brought the would-be-father. Tell me Littlefinger, are you here to rob us like you were doing to Gulltown?" which incensed the Arryns, being the rulers of Vale.

The whispers increased at this, some hands pointing to the Royal Family who supported the match, wondering if they knew.

Petyr did not react physically to this only responding with " I do not know what you mean My Lord, I did no such thing", with his annoying smile, as if he truly did not.

In another life he could have been a good mummer.

"Ohhh, you know, the brothels, falsifying the books, generating alternate revenue streams, smuggling, all those things, are you here to do the same?" he asked keeping up the act.

Robert turned back to Lysa, whose face was teary at the reminder and hammered the final nail " Hopefully the abortion did not leave you unfertile My Lady, I heard it tends to be common if the baby was far along enough."

Lysa Tully burst into tears and ran out of the hall, confirming his words.

His father turned to Hoster Tully, who looked like a fish out of water at having his secrets out, a thundering look on his face, barely stopping himself from shouting but glaring holes into the Lord Paramount of the Riverlands " Lord Tully, the betrothal is broken as far as I am concerned and you will pay for your duplicity." he grinded out.

Hoster, along with his brother and son quickly left the Hall, while Catelyn looked ashamed.

Opps.

The Starks and the Royal Family were glaring at him so he decided to take advantage and fan the flames further " Why do you glare at me so? It's not like I did anything bad, unless" he acted as if he realised something and added " unless you already knew and are just displeased at me for having disclosed it"

"Absolutely not, we would never be a part of something like this!" vehemently denied the King, clearly offended.

Rickard Stark's answer was more calm " You insinuate this simply to insult us for the events of five years ago"

"That is not a now and I am not the one offended by these accusations Lord Stark. Also your house is no stranger to marrying disgraced woman, after all dear Ned here is raising the bastard daughter of his brother and the woman he loved as his own."

Ashara Dayne, who in the ogt slept with Brandon Stark - couldn't be Ned because he was too honorable to bed a maiden before marriage - at the Tourney of Harrenhall and got pregnant (with the glares she gave Brandon Stark, he wagered she did much the same in this timeline) had thrown herself off a tower after hearing the news of her brother's death, coupled with the miscarriage, was alive and well, and looked like a deer caught in the headlights, losing control and blurting out " How did you" before stopping herself.

Bingo.

The original was pleased at seeing his foster brother, the man who pulled a sword on him five years ago, squirm in his seat.

"You bastard!" howled Brandon Stark, rising from his seat, ready to confront him.

"Sit down you mangy mutt, you're a guest here, you can't do anything to me without staining the honor of your house further" Robert drawled, waving his hand in a dismissing gesture.

Brandon looked like he was about to jump over the table and rush at him, before his father's glare stopped him cold.

"That's a good boy" praised him Robert as if he was a dog, throwing a whole leg of lamb at the Stark heir saying " Here, catch!" before he could stop himself, to the horror of his own family.

The Stark heir completely lost it, ignored his father and actually jumped over the table, running at him full speed with a savage cry. People rose to stop him, but Robert wasn't phased at all. He simply picked up a heavy, circular tray from the table, stretched his hole arm back and threw it like a frisbee, cutting through the air and nailing him right on the forehead.

Coupled with Brandon's speed and Robert's strength he went down like an sack of potatoes, bleeding from the forehead.

The whole room descended into a pandemonium, the Starks and their retinue shouting at the Baratheons, his family returning it in kind, the other guests openly gossiping and judging while the King tried to calm everyone down and failed.

He simply leaned back and watched the chaos untill "Cease this in the name of your King!" shouted Gerald Hightower, the White Bull, and the Lord Commander of the White Cloaks, cutting through the cacophony, silencing the room.

Buzz killer.

"All of you sit down and stop acting like rowdy children!" ordered Aerys slamming his fist on the table, and no matter how much they wanted to continue they couldn't ignore their King so they settled down.

He kept eyeing the room, daring anyone to so much as make a peep, before his eyes landed on him " You found this funny boy!?" he thundered.

His families pleading eyes told him to say no.

The troublemaker inside him wanted him to say yes.

His answer was obvious, as his grin grew even more, threatening to split his lips and answered a simple "Yes"

Aerys sneered at him " Exile will be the last of your worries boy" he threatened as he and the rest of the Royal Family got up to leave.

His father, with a grim expression and tired voice simply asked him " Robert, what have you done?"

Bummer, he didn't even get to the part about Rhaegar wanting Lyanna for the prophecy and ruining their relationship, or Jaime and Cersei's incestous relationship.

The Great Hall quickly dissipated, everyone either returning to their quarters or quickly getting ready to leave. Brandon Stark was taken to the Maester to ensure there was no damage to his head, so the Starks were going to be around for a while.

His family quickly retreated to the Lord's Solar, besides his father who left to mollify the Royal Family.

Their disappointed eyes already told him what they were going to say.

His mother, rubbing her forehead " I had hoped you would have grown in your time away, but nooo, you simply came and caused even more trouble for yourself"

"Calm down mother, it will be fine, father made Stannis - who stiffened at this- the heir so I am going to leave, father can just say he banished me or something." he explained, unconcerned about the whole thing.

"You think that will be enough Robert? They will want your head, or send you to the wall at the least" added in his grandmother. " The Starks are allied with the Tullies and Royal Family , who you also angered, and two of the princes are set to marry Tywin's and Mace's daughters, which would make five of the seven kingdoms allies. Tell me, my boy, what will you do when, not if, they come after you?"

Robert grinned.

"Dear grandmother, the answer to that lies in the caves beneath us, and believe me they are really terrifiying answers. So terrifying in fact, they won't even think of coming after me"

His father bursted in at that moment, looking livid, and slammed him to the wall he was leaning on.

"You fool! I have spent the last five years trying to save your life and stop you from being sent to the wall, and you go and piss on that in an instant, WHAT IN THE SEVEN HELLS IS WRONG WITH YOU! Challenging the Tully's were one thing, but doing the same to the Royal Family and the Starks?! Did you leave your wits in the Free Cities?! Answer me!"

He did not, which only enraged his father further.

With a yell of rage, Steffon Baratheon pushed him back, snatching a goblet from the table and drinking it in one go.

"I talked with the King, you will be given a sham trial tomorrow. You will apologise for your actions, including attacking Brandon Stark, agree to forsake your position as the heir and go to Vale with the Arryns. Lord Jon has agreed to appoint you as the Knight of the Gate."

"This" he turned turned to him, still furious" is your only chance, or they are going to send you to the wall, and I cannot keep you alive if you are at the other end of the seven kingdoms, surrounded by the bannerman of the Starks."

"Don't worry too much father, come tomorrow, they are going to swallow their words and apologize to me instead" replied Robert with a cocksure grin.

Steffon Baratheon groaned in pain.

Where had he gone wrong?!