Intro . . .
The air hung heavy over the land, a palpable tension threading through the whispering winds that swept across Winterfell. As the sun dipped below the horizon, painting the sky in shades of crimson and gold, the castle stood as a silent sentinel, holding its breath against the storm of events that loomed just beyond the horizon. Within its walls, the Starks were oblivious to the shadows gathering around them, unaware of the shadows that were moving, that would soon shatter their fragile peace.
In the heart of the keep, Robb Stark leaned against a weathered stone wall, gazing out at the expanse of snow-covered fields. The world outside felt distant, muffled by the weight of impending responsibility. His thoughts drifted to the challenges ahead—the war in the south, the burdens of leadership, and the family he longed to protect. It was during these quiet moments that he often found himself wishing for a life unencumbered by such heavy expectations. Yet, fate had other designs.
Far from Winterfell, in the distant land of Qarth, Torrhen Stark stepped into the vibrant marketplace, the sights and sounds enveloping him like a warm embrace. Colorful silks fluttered in the breeze, and the air was rich with the scent of exotic spices. Hope surged within him, mingling with the shadows of his family's past. This place was a beacon of possibility, a land where he might find the answers to his family's suffering. As he navigated through the throngs of people, he vowed to himself that he would do whatever it took to meet with Daenerys Targaryen and help her reclaim her dragons. Perhaps, he thought, once he found her, the pain that had haunted their family for so long would finally come to an end.
Back in the north, a chance encounter was about to alter the course of Robb's life. As he strolled through the castle grounds, his thoughts still heavy, he caught sight of a figure just beyond the gates—a woman with striking features and an undeniable strength. An unknown moved with a grace that captured his attention, her laughter ringing like a sweet melody against the chill of the evening air. In that moment, all the burdens of war faded, and something deeper stirred within him. Perhaps hope was not so far from reach after all.
As night settled in, the fires in Winterfell flickered, casting dancing shadows on the walls. Unbeknownst to its inhabitants, dark tides were shifting in the south. The Lannisters, cunning and treacherous, conspired under the cloak of night, their ambitions growing more perilous with each passing hour. And in Qarth, Torrhen's dreams of a brighter future were threatened by whispers of danger lurking just beyond his grasp.
In the hearts of these Starks, a pledge took form—a promise borne of hope, love, and an unyielding desire to protect their family. Little did they know that the winds of fate would soon intertwine their destinies in ways they could never foresee, leading them down paths fraught with peril and heartache.
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Winterfell
The sun hung low in the sky, casting a warm golden light over the snow-dusted landscape of Winterfell. Robb Stark stood at the top of the castle's stairs, his breath visible in the crisp air. As the Warden of the North, he carried the weight of his family's legacy on his shoulders, but today felt different. With his father, Eddard Stark, off fighting in a war that seemed to stretch on endlessly, Robb had decided to take a rare moment for himself.
My lord
A voice called out to Robb, he turned around to see it was Maester Luwin. He smiled at the man before the man continued to speak
Luwin: Where are you off to?
Robb: Wintertown, I just need a minute
Luwin: I can understand that, you are taking on things someone your age should not, I think it is good that you are taking a minute to yourself
Robb nodded then waved the maester off and started down the path toward Wintertown. The town bustled with life, merchants calling out their wares, children playing in the snow, and the scent of roasted meat wafting through the air. Despite the tension of the ongoing war, the spirit of the North was alive and well. As he entered the marketplace, Robb was greeted by familiar faces, fishermen, farmers, and craftsmen, all eager to share news and their needs with their lord. He nodded, listening intently as they spoke, but his thoughts drifted, and he found himself searching the crowd, wondering what he might find beyond the typical exchanges of business and duty. Not paying attention, he backed into a women.
Robb: I'm sorry
Women: it's fine
Robb turned to see a woman standing by a stall, her dark hair cascading around her shoulders. She was unlike anyone he had encountered in Winterfell before.
Robb: Who are you?
He was so intrigued that he forgot his manners but by the time he caught himself it was too late.
Women: I'm Talisa Maegyr
Robb: Pleasure, I am Robb Stark, I've never seen you around here before
Talisa: I'm a healer. I was traveling and heard about this war. I've come to help the wounded, been traveling ever since
Robb: A healer? We could use more of you in the North
Talisa: 'her eyes sparkled' I've heard of your family's honor. It's an honor to serve, but my work is not just about bandaging wounds. I want to understand the people I help
Robb: 'He glanced at the herbs and fabrics' You've brought a lot with you. Are you from the South?
Talisa: From Volantis, originally, but I've traveled far and wide. It's important for me to learn and to heal wherever I can
Robb: Volantis? I've only heard tales. What's it like?
Talisa: It's a city of many colors, of vibrant markets and rich cultures 'her eyes lighting up' But the North has its own beauty. I feel it here, in the cold air and the warmth of the people. They have a strength that's admirable.
Robb: You see more than just a place. You see the people, their stories.
Talisa: Yes 'she replied softly, her gaze lingering on him' And what about you, Lord Robb? Do you see the stories of your people, or are you too caught up in the burdens of your title?
Robb: 'hesitated, caught off guard by her perceptiveness' I try to. But sometimes, it's hard to see beyond my duties.
Talisa: Perhaps we can change that. Let's walk together. Show me your Winterfell.
Robb: I would like that.
They wandered through the market, Talisa weaving between stalls, chatting with the vendors as if they were old friends. Robb admired her ease, how she connected with everyone she met. They stopped to taste warm bread from a baker, the soft, yeasty goodness melting in their mouths.
Robb: Delicious 'savoring the flavor'
Talisa: 'smiled' I could eat this every day and never tire of it. But I hear the North's cuisine is a bit more... hearty.
Robb: That's one way to put it 'hechuckled' You'd be surprised at how much we enjoy our meals. Lots of meat and root vegetables. We keep our strength for the long winters.
Talisa: Strength is important. But so is warmth. I've seen too many who fight alone. It's the connections we make that keep us alive.
As they moved deeper into Wintertown, Robb found himself forgetting the weight of his responsibilities. With Talisa, he could talk freely, laugh easily. They shared stories, her tales of healing in distant lands and his of growing up in Winterfell, of his siblings and the family they were fighting to protect. Eventually, they reached a quiet spot by the river, the water shimmering under the fading sun. It was a moment of peace amidst the chaos of their lives.
Robb: Thank you for this day, Talisa 'he smiled while glancing at her' I didn't realize how much I needed it.
She turned to him, her expression softening.
Talisa: Sometimes we all need a reminder of who we are beyond our titles and duties. It's easy to forget in times like these.
Robb's gaze lingered on her, the way the sunlight caught the strands of her hair, the earnestness in her eyes.
Robb: You're right. I'm grateful to have met you.
Talisa: Perhaps fate brought us together 'she said quietly, a playful smile returning to her lips' Or perhaps it was just chance.
Robb: Fate or chance, I'd like to see you again 'his voice low' Will you stay in Winterfell long?
Talisa: I plan to help as long as I'm needed. And I hope that includes more time with you.
Their eyes met, a spark of understanding passing between them. In that moment, amidst the frozen landscape, Robb felt a warmth that he hadn't realized he'd been missing.
Robb: What's next? 'he asked, eager to keep the conversation going' What do you want to see?
Talisa: I want to learn about your family. About the Stark legacy.
Robb: 'chuckled softly, a hint of pride creeping into his tone' Well, we can start with the history of Winterfell. It's a long tale.
Talisa: Then I'm all ears,
She said, leaning against a nearby tree, her interest genuine. As Robb began to recount stories of his ancestors, with the biggest smile on his face, he found himself lost in her laughter and curiosity. The weight of the world outside faded, leaving just the two of them in the twilight.
For that day, in the heart of Wintertown, Robb Stark was not just the Warden of the North; he was simply a young man finding solace in a budding friendship that could grow into something far more meaningful. As the sun dipped below the horizon, casting long shadows across the snow, he felt a flicker of hope in the darkest of times.
Qarth . . .
Daenerys Targaryen is seen pacing back and forth. She is waiting for a meeting, a little nervous about it but mainly wishes Xaro would leave her alone. Daenerys does not know how long she has been waiting but to her, it feels like forever. After a lengthy time of no one talking, Daenerys finally breaks the silence.
Daenerys: He shouldn't make me wait
Xaro: The Spice King is the second wealthiest man in Qarth. He makes everyone wait. Of course, you could have avoided this embarrassment if you married the wealthiest man in Qarth.
Daenerys: I already have a husband
Xaro: Khal Drogo is gone, Khaleesi. You are far too young to be a widow forever and far too beautiful.
Daenerys: You know who I speak of and you are far too smart to think that I will succumb to flattery.
Xaro: I have traveled very far in my life and met many women, but none that are immune to flattery.
Spice King: The Mother of Dragons!
Xaro: Ah, here he comes
The Spice King and other descended the staircase, walking right up to Daenerys
Spice King: Forgive me. I had terrible dreams last night. Terrible dreams. I could not sleep until the sun was shining and the birds were singing. Look what a beauty you are now the Red Waste has been washed off you. I am sorry about all that unpleasantness. The silver hair of a true Targaryen. Xaro Xhoan Daxos, she is far too lovely for a glorified dockworker like yourself.
Xaro: Very true, and yet they say that your grandfather, who sold pepper off the back of a wagon, married a lady far lovelier and higher born than himself.
Spice King: Every lady alive was lovelier and higher born than my grandfather. Did my servants not offer you something to eat, to drink? I'll have them flogged in the square.
Daenerys: Thank you, my lord. You are a gracious host, but there is no servant alive that can bring me what I want.
Spice King: Oh, she has a talent for drama, this one. So, my little princess, what is it you want?
Daenerys: My birthright. The Seven Kingdoms of Westeros.
Spice King: I fear I'm no better than a servant in this regard. I cannot give you what I do not have.
Daenerys: I'm not asking you for the kingdoms. I'm asking you for ships.
Spice King: I need to cross the Narrow Sea. I need my ships as well. I use them, you see, to bring spices from one port to another.
Daenerys: Whatever you grant me now will be repaid three times over when I retake the Iron Throne.
Spice King: Retake? Did you once sit on the Iron Throne?
Daenerys: My father sat there, before he was murdered.
Spice King: But if you did not sit on it yourself, would it not be correct to say take the Iron Throne?
Daenerys: I didn't come here to argue grammar.
Spice King: Of course not. You came to take my ships. So let me explain my position, little princess. Unlike you, I do not have exalted ancestors. I make my living by trade. And I judge every trade on its merits. You ask for ships. You say I shall be repaid triple. I do not doubt your honesty or your intentions. But before you repay your debts, you must seize the Seven Kingdoms. Do you have an army?
Daenerys: Not yet
Spice King: You do not have an army. Do you have powerful allies in Westeros?
Daenerys: There are many there who support my claim but I do
Spice King: Oh really? 'He smirks' like who?
Daenerys: Torrhen Stark
Spice King: Oh . . . the Red Wolf huh? Are you telling the truth?
Daenerys: Yes, he is on his way here now
Spice King: Then I guess we can strike up a deal my lady
Daenerys: Really?
Spice King: Oh yes little princess. Torrhen Stark's name and reputation is known far and wide, even here in Qarth
Daenerys: So you will help?
Spice King: If you have Torrhen Stark on your side . . . then anything you need, I am your guy
Daenerys and Xaro are walking back to Xaro's place. Daenerys is happy, smiling and she can't believe someone is finally going to help her. Now, she definitely can't wait to meet Torrhen Stark, everyone she knows seems to know of this young man even people across the sea from him.
Xaro: You seem happy
Daenerys: Of course I am, I am gaining help, even if it was 1 out of 3. The Silk King won't support me because of his business with the Lannisters. Why offend his best customer? And the Copper King offers me a single ship on the condition that I lie with him for a night. Does he think I will whore myself for a boat?
Xaro: When I came to this city, I had nothing. Truly nothing. I slept by the docks. And when I could find work loading the ships, I would eat. If not, I dreamed of food. Today, I am the richest man in Qarth. Do you think the path from poverty to wealth is always pure and honorable? I have done many things, Khaleesi, that a righteous man would condemn. And here I am, with no regrets.
Xaro opens the door for Daenerys . They move into the courtyard to find it strewn with bodies, throats cut. Daenerys takes in the scene, and then runs in a panic.
Xaro: Bar the gates. Ring the bells. Slowly, Khaleesi
Bells toll as Daenerys runs, followed by Kovarro and Xaro. She climbs a staircase to her chamber, where Irri lies slain. The dragons are gone.
Daenerys:
The sun dipped low in the sky, casting a warm golden glow over the vast expanse of the Red Sea as Torrhen Stark leaned against a wall of a building, he did not want to make a fuss entering the city so of course he found a way to enter without the Thirteen knowing he was here.
Beside him stood Ser Barristan Selmy, the legendary knight whose very name was synonymous with honor. His silver hair glinted in the sunlight, and despite his age, he carried himself with a youthful vigor.
Barristan: What do you think, my lord? This is Qarth, the greatest city of the East.
Torrhen squinted, his keen eyes taking in the sight of tall, majestic buildings adorned with intricate designs and colorful fabrics that fluttered in the breeze. The city seemed to rise from the sea like a jewel, vibrant and alive.
Torrhen: It's more magnificent than I imagined
He replied, a sense of awe creeping into his tone as he took in the city
Barristan: Many have claimed it to be a place of wonders, but remember, it is also a city of dangers, the Thirteen who rule here are not to be underestimated.
Torrhen: I know. But we must see Daenerys. She needs our support, and I intend to give it.
Torrhen and Ser Barristan were just watching the sea as a ship sailed closer to the docks, the sounds of the ship reached them laughter, the clattering of carts, and the distant calls of merchants hawking their wares. Torrhen felt a thrill in his chest, he couldn't wait to meet Daenerys. He grew more nervous each passing second.
The ship docked with a gentle thud, and the crew began to secure the vessel. Torrhen looked to Barristan who nodded so he stepped away first, his boots thudding against the wooden planks of the dock. He took a deep breath, inhaling the mixed scents of spices, salt, and something he could not quite place, perhaps the promise of adventure. Ser Barristan took the lead while Torrhen followed
Barristan: Stay close. We do not know who may be watching.
Torrhen nodded, his senses heightened. The bustling market greeted them with a cacophony of sounds and colors. Merchants shouted to entice customers, while locals moved about, their faces a blend of curiosity and indifference. As they made their way through the throng, Torrhen couldn't help but feel the weight of his family's legacy pressing down on him. He had come to aid Daenerys Targaryen, the last scion of House Targaryen, yet he was also carrying the hopes of the North. He hoped with her help, his family could rid the seven kingdoms of the Lannisters.
Barristan: Over there 'he pointed to a vendor selling exotic fruits' Those are pomegranates. They're said to be a delicacy here.
Torrhen: They look funny
Torrhen paused, looking at the vibrant red fruit. he mused, before continuing down the street, his mind focused on their mission.
They navigated through the narrow alleys, the architecture growing more intricate with each step. Torrhen felt the eyes of the locals on him, their gazes appraising. He wore the sigil of House Stark on his cloak, a direwolf against a backdrop of white and he knew it marked him as a foreigner, an outsider. But he held his head high, embodying the strength of his family. As they reached the grand entrance of the House of the Undying, the structure loomed before them, its walls adorned with colorful mosaics that depicted scenes of dragons and ancient prophecies. Torrhen felt a shiver run down his spine as he stood before it; this was the place where Daenerys sought her allies and plotted her return to Westeros.
Barristan: Here we are 'his voice was low' But be wary. The Thirteen are not known for their hospitality.
Torrhen: I will keep my guard up, probably for the whole time we will be here it will be up. Let us find Daenerys.
Before they could enter, the sound of a commotion caught their attention. Torrhen turned, instinctively reaching for the hilt of his sword. A group of men had gathered nearby, their voices raised in anger.
What is happening?
Torrhen asked, his brow furrowing.
Ser Barristan's eyes narrowed as he surveyed the scene.
Barristan: Let's find out.
They approached the crowd, the tension palpable. As they neared, Torrhen could see that the men were arguing over a shipment of goods that had apparently gone missing. The leader of the group, a burly man with a fierce beard, gestured wildly, his face flushed with rage.
This is unacceptable!
The man shouted. Everyone seemed to be getting upset about something
man: The Spice King will hear of this!
Torrhen exchanged a glance with Ser Barristan.
Torrhen: It seems the politics of Qarth are as volatile as I have heard.
Barristan: A city of trade is often a city of conflict 'his tone thoughtful' But we must tread carefully. The wrong word could draw unwanted attention.
As they moved away from the crowd, Torrhen couldn't shake the feeling that this was just the beginning of the challenges they would face in Qarth. The city was alive with energy, but it was also rife with intrigue and danger.
Where do you think we should go next?
Torrhen asked, glancing around at the bustling market. Scanning for threats and possibly a place to stay. He had an uneasy feeling walking these streets.
Barristan: Let's seek out a local inn or tavern. We can gather information about the city and the Thirteen. Knowledge is our best weapon here.
Torrhen: 'nodded' Right. We need to understand the lay of the land before we make our next move.
They wandered through the narrow streets, taking in the sights and sounds of Qarth. Colorful tapestries hung from balconies, and vendors peddled everything from spices to silks. Torrhen's senses were overwhelmed by the vibrant atmosphere. He marveled at the beauty of the city, even as he remained vigilant. Finally, they found a small tavern nestled between two larger establishments. The sign above the door swayed gently in the breeze, and the sound of laughter spilled out onto the street.
This should do
Ser Barristan said, leading the way inside. The interior was dimly lit, with wooden beams supporting the ceiling. A fire crackled in the hearth, casting flickering shadows across the room. The smell of roasting meat filled the air, mingling with the aromas of ale and spices. Torrhen felt a sense of warmth wash over him as they took a seat at a table near the fire.
A server approached, a young woman with bright eyes and a welcoming smile.
Server: What can I get for you, travelers?
Barristan: A round of ale and whatever is fresh
Even without trying his voice was authoritative and his demeanor friendly, but his gaze scanning the room.
Barristan: We need the political landscape here is crucial. We need to know more about the Thirteen and their allegiances.
Torrhen: Right and we should also learn about the common folk. Their opinions can shape the power dynamics in this city.
The server returned with their drinks and a steaming platter of food. Torrhen dug in, savoring the flavors as he watched the other patrons. Conversations filled the air, laughter and shouts mingling with the clinking of mugs.
After a while, Torrhen spotted a group of men huddled at a nearby table, their voices low but intense. Curiosity piqued, he leaned closer to Ser Barristan.
Torrhen: Do you hear that? They seem to be discussing something pretty interesting
Barristan: 'nodded, his expression thoughtful' Let's listen carefully. This may provide the insight we need.
Torrhen focused on the men's conversation, straining to catch snippets of their words.
Man1:...The Spice King will not tolerate any disruptions...
Man2: ...rumors of a dragon...
Man3: ...the girl must be dealt with..
His heart raced at the mention of dragons. He so wanted to see dragons, especially more so since him and Ser Barristan made that stop before Pentos
Torrhen: They're talking about Daenerys 'he whispered to Ser Barristan'
Barristan: Indeed. We must be cautious. It seems there are those who would oppose her claim.
As the conversation continued, Torrhen felt a sense of urgency building within him. He had come to support Daenerys, and he couldn't allow her to be undermined by those who sought to take advantage of her vulnerability.
Torrhen: I'll approach them. We need to know more.
Barristan: Torrhen, be careful 'concern etched on his face' Do not reveal too much too soon.
Torrhen: I will tread lightly 'Torrhen promised, standing up and adjusting his cloak' But if they are plotting against her, we cannot ignore it.
With determination, he approached the men's table, taking a deep breath to steady himself.
Torrhen: Good evening, gentlemen, I couldn't help but overhear your discussion about the Spice King.
The men looked up, surprise flickering across their faces. One of them, a wiry man with dark hair and piercing eyes, regarded Torrhen with curiosity.
Man:And who might you be?
Torrhen: I am Torrhen Stark
He introduced himself, projecting confidence.
The men exchanged glances, and Torrhen could sense the shift in their demeanor. The wiry man leaned back, his expression skeptical.
Man: A Stark, you say? What interest do you have in the affairs of Qarth?
"Only traveling you see, I just wish to see the world before I'm stuck in the North 'he replied, maintaining eye contact' I have heard whispers of trouble brewing in the city, and I wish to understand the situation better.
Man: Is that so? 'the man said, a smirk playing at the corners of his lips' You might find Qarth is not so welcoming to outsiders, even those with noble blood.
Torrhen: I am not afraid of challenges 'he asserted, his voice steady' I seek only the truth.
The wiry man studied him for a moment, then leaned forward, lowering his voice. As if someone was trying to listen in on their conversation
Man: If you truly wish to understand, you should know that there are those in this city who would see Daenerys Targaryen fail. The Spice King plays his games, and the Thirteen will not support a dragon without guarantees of power.
Torrhen:What kind of guarantees?
Man: Influence, wealth, control. Who you know. They do not align themselves with those who cannot offer something in return,If you wish to see her succeed, you must be prepared to play their game.
Torrhen considered the implications. The world of politics seemed complex no matter where you went and the stakes were higher than ever.
Torrhen: Thank you for your insight. I will take your words to heart.
He turned to leave, but the wiry man called after him.
Man: Be careful, Stark. Qarth is a place where shadows hide in every corner.
As Torrhen returned to Ser Barristan, the knight's eyes bore into him, a mix of concern and pride
Barristan: What did you learn?
Torrhen: Daenerys faces more challenges than we realized 'his voice low' The Thirteen will not support her unless she offers them something in return. We need to be strategic.
Barristan: 'nodded, his expression serious' And we must keep her safe. The political landscape here is treacherous. Maybe if they realize she has the support of the North.
As they finished their meal, Torrhen's mind raced with possibilities. He had come to Qarth to support Daenerys, but now he understood the complexities of their situation. He would need to be more than just a warrior; he would need to be a strategist, ready to navigate the intricate web of alliances and power struggles that defined this city.
As night fell, the tavern filled with a new energy, the laughter of patrons mixing with the sounds of music. Torrhen could feel the pulse of Qarth, alive and vibrant, yet fraught with danger. He knew their journey was just beginning, and the challenges ahead would test not only his strength but his resolve as well.
Torrhen: Tomorrow, we must seek out more allies. We cannot let Daenerys face this alone.
Barristan: Agreed 'a hint of admiration in his voice' We will forge a path for her, together.
Torrhen: And maybe we will run into her tomorrow as we look
With their purpose renewed, Torrhen and Ser Barristan settled in for the night, the flickering firelight illuminating their faces as they prepared for the challenges that lay ahead in Qarth. Torrhen went to sleep that night with a new found hope, believing that he was closer to helping him keep his family safe from all who opposed them.
AN:
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