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Hello, welcome to my home for any quick/short form writing I manage to work on.
This could cover fanfics for a wide variety of media depending on how I feel and what I work on.
Discussion and engagement is appreciated, but largely this is just me releasing my work so that I feel motivated to write more.
I'm not treating my work too seriously though, I'm mainly concerned with just writing what interests me and hoping it might interest others as well.
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World-Weary Stag: (ASOIAF/AGOT): SI Into king Robert the day that Jon Arryn is killed decides to not play a subtle or slow game.
This could cover fanfics for a wide variety of media depending on how I feel and what I work on.
Discussion and engagement is appreciated, but largely this is just me releasing my work so that I feel motivated to write more.
I'm not treating my work too seriously though, I'm mainly concerned with just writing what interests me and hoping it might interest others as well.
Index:
World-Weary Stag: (ASOIAF/AGOT): SI Into king Robert the day that Jon Arryn is killed decides to not play a subtle or slow game.
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World-Weary Stag
They made strange company before the throne. The Lannister twins, the Master of coin and the Grand Maester, then finally the lady of the Vale.
These may be some of the most powerful people in the realm, and yet here they stand in irons and with gags in their mouths.
Above, up high on the gnarly throne sat the king with his war hammer in hand. He looks not so much sick as weary beyond measure. There is not a sound in the room as the collective holds their breath in recognition of the momentous occasion unfolding before them.
Finally, King Robert stands and slowly eases his way down to the group he's collected.
"The hand is dead, the hand is dead and his death was caused in one way or the other by all of you."
The uproar that rises is just as quickly shushed by the gavel like strike of the hammer to the floor.
"I will have silence until I am done," he lets out easily, with no malice but merely as a command.
Here he leisurely strolls first to Lysa Arryn.
"Lady Arryn, you poisoned your husband and nearly sent this letter to your sister blaming the Lannister's for your crime."
The king raises the letter for all to see as he walks along the line and stops before Petyr Baelish.
"But you did so on the orders of your lover, the Master of Coin and the mind behind the late hands death."
Here the crowd again reels back and whispers break out before a light tapping on the floor silences them once more.
"Why would he do this, I'm sure he must have a good reason? Was his affair revealed? No, no I'm afraid it was not his crimes that the hand came to unveil but instead that of another; the queen and her brother."
The king again slowly moves until he stands tall before the two of them, then slightly shifts to face the crowd at large.
"The hand had discovered, as my brother and myself now have as well, that not only has queen Cersei and Ser Jaime been consummating a treasonous affair within this very keep, but further the three children she bore were not of my seed but instead came as a result of their incest."
Finally the king stops for a moment and lets the audience's outrage leap forth. He lets this cacophony run for a minute or more before reeling it back in to a mere murmur.
"Tis' true. Lord Arryn came to the conclusion from pouring over texts recounting the lineages of the great houses; and found that the seed is strong. Black of hair and no exception. I admit I have myself produced many a bastard, and no matter the mothers head each and every child bears my color. Very much unlike the golden heads of the crown children."
Here he walks again and pauses before Pycelle.
"It was this secret that led the Grand Maester to neglect his duties and allow Jon Arryn's death; for he believed the assassins to be the Lannister's trying to keep their secret and not Baelish trying to use this to spread it and pit the Lannister's against the Starks."
The king looks almost bored despite the kingdom shattering secrets he just unveiled for all.
"I am not an especially patient man, and I've never looked kindly on slights against me. My judgement will be as swift and fair as you each deserve."
The pause fills the room.
"Execution, no exceptions and no alternatives. You have all proven yourselves unworthy of the lives you've lived and thoughtless of the consequences you must face for your crimes. I'll take a lesson from my good friend here and save the trouble from another; the one who passes the sentence should swing the sword; or hammer. Lay them down."
The guards quickly pick themselves up and move to hold the criminals to the floor, heads outstretched. It's only now that the prisoners struggle, too stunned or else outraged to have tried much before.
The king makes sure he goes about this at the right pace and temperament. His face is placid, lacking any rage or joy or what comes between. He was not serene but you could say he looked almost calm.
It was a swift affair, with no one needing more than the first swing to end them. It's not as gory as one would expect; the weapon cleanly pulling out after each strike.
When all's that's left is empty bodies the king strides away, back up to his throne. After seating himself once more he takes a moment before speaking again.
"Send the twin's bones to Casterly Rock, I've already drafted up a letter to be delivered to Lord Tywin along with it. Send Lady Lysa's to Riverrun, they may deal with her. I know not and care not what happens to the other two."
He looks on, pensive, as the bodies are taken away and the viscera is removed.
"I have no qualms about the legitimacy of young Robin, he has been coddled but holds the Arryn looks. I will send him to be fostered in the north where he might learn from Lord Eddard what his father should've imparted. I've already asked my Master's of Laws and Whisperers to collect my bastards; from them I shall pick a worthy heir along with some young ladies that I will legitimize post haste.
In the meantime, the current royal children will be given the option their parents lacked. I will offer the boys the wall and the girl the silent sisters. Bastards born of incest they may be; still I considered these children my own up until recently, so I would show mercy and see them live."
He pauses, and subtly looks to the crowd before continuing.
"Finally, I am still in need of a hand. I will first offer it to my dear brother Stannis, who I hope should accept this station readily."
The king raps his hammer against the throne, producing a reverbing and unpleasant sound.
"That is all, be dismissed as I too retire after such awful events such as we have all participated in today." and off he walked as the court emptied.
These may be some of the most powerful people in the realm, and yet here they stand in irons and with gags in their mouths.
Above, up high on the gnarly throne sat the king with his war hammer in hand. He looks not so much sick as weary beyond measure. There is not a sound in the room as the collective holds their breath in recognition of the momentous occasion unfolding before them.
Finally, King Robert stands and slowly eases his way down to the group he's collected.
"The hand is dead, the hand is dead and his death was caused in one way or the other by all of you."
The uproar that rises is just as quickly shushed by the gavel like strike of the hammer to the floor.
"I will have silence until I am done," he lets out easily, with no malice but merely as a command.
Here he leisurely strolls first to Lysa Arryn.
"Lady Arryn, you poisoned your husband and nearly sent this letter to your sister blaming the Lannister's for your crime."
The king raises the letter for all to see as he walks along the line and stops before Petyr Baelish.
"But you did so on the orders of your lover, the Master of Coin and the mind behind the late hands death."
Here the crowd again reels back and whispers break out before a light tapping on the floor silences them once more.
"Why would he do this, I'm sure he must have a good reason? Was his affair revealed? No, no I'm afraid it was not his crimes that the hand came to unveil but instead that of another; the queen and her brother."
The king again slowly moves until he stands tall before the two of them, then slightly shifts to face the crowd at large.
"The hand had discovered, as my brother and myself now have as well, that not only has queen Cersei and Ser Jaime been consummating a treasonous affair within this very keep, but further the three children she bore were not of my seed but instead came as a result of their incest."
Finally the king stops for a moment and lets the audience's outrage leap forth. He lets this cacophony run for a minute or more before reeling it back in to a mere murmur.
"Tis' true. Lord Arryn came to the conclusion from pouring over texts recounting the lineages of the great houses; and found that the seed is strong. Black of hair and no exception. I admit I have myself produced many a bastard, and no matter the mothers head each and every child bears my color. Very much unlike the golden heads of the crown children."
Here he walks again and pauses before Pycelle.
"It was this secret that led the Grand Maester to neglect his duties and allow Jon Arryn's death; for he believed the assassins to be the Lannister's trying to keep their secret and not Baelish trying to use this to spread it and pit the Lannister's against the Starks."
The king looks almost bored despite the kingdom shattering secrets he just unveiled for all.
"I am not an especially patient man, and I've never looked kindly on slights against me. My judgement will be as swift and fair as you each deserve."
The pause fills the room.
"Execution, no exceptions and no alternatives. You have all proven yourselves unworthy of the lives you've lived and thoughtless of the consequences you must face for your crimes. I'll take a lesson from my good friend here and save the trouble from another; the one who passes the sentence should swing the sword; or hammer. Lay them down."
The guards quickly pick themselves up and move to hold the criminals to the floor, heads outstretched. It's only now that the prisoners struggle, too stunned or else outraged to have tried much before.
The king makes sure he goes about this at the right pace and temperament. His face is placid, lacking any rage or joy or what comes between. He was not serene but you could say he looked almost calm.
It was a swift affair, with no one needing more than the first swing to end them. It's not as gory as one would expect; the weapon cleanly pulling out after each strike.
When all's that's left is empty bodies the king strides away, back up to his throne. After seating himself once more he takes a moment before speaking again.
"Send the twin's bones to Casterly Rock, I've already drafted up a letter to be delivered to Lord Tywin along with it. Send Lady Lysa's to Riverrun, they may deal with her. I know not and care not what happens to the other two."
He looks on, pensive, as the bodies are taken away and the viscera is removed.
"I have no qualms about the legitimacy of young Robin, he has been coddled but holds the Arryn looks. I will send him to be fostered in the north where he might learn from Lord Eddard what his father should've imparted. I've already asked my Master's of Laws and Whisperers to collect my bastards; from them I shall pick a worthy heir along with some young ladies that I will legitimize post haste.
In the meantime, the current royal children will be given the option their parents lacked. I will offer the boys the wall and the girl the silent sisters. Bastards born of incest they may be; still I considered these children my own up until recently, so I would show mercy and see them live."
He pauses, and subtly looks to the crowd before continuing.
"Finally, I am still in need of a hand. I will first offer it to my dear brother Stannis, who I hope should accept this station readily."
The king raps his hammer against the throne, producing a reverbing and unpleasant sound.
"That is all, be dismissed as I too retire after such awful events such as we have all participated in today." and off he walked as the court emptied.
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