Exiled Dragons: A Viserys Targaryen Quest
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The Mad Stag By Alexander Sturnn
The Mad Stag
King's Landing, Red Keep
Silence filled the Throneroom. As it had for the past few minutes.
Ser Barristan Selmy tried his best to not let his discomfort become obvious. He succeeded only thanks to the Decades of Discipline that his Place in the Kingsguard had brought him. His eyes wandered over the Iron Throne, reaching all the way up to the ceiling, it's blades glinting in the light. But no light seemed to fall on the Man sitting on the Throne these days.
King Robert Baratheon had spent more and more time in the last week just sitting on the Throne and brooding. From time to time, he mumbled something into his Beard. Barristan usually heard the Words 'Traitors' and 'Dragonspawn' somewhere in the mumbling.
The King...did not look well. Oh, certainly, his body was still in shape. While he had started to lose himself in drinking and feasting after the Geyjoy-Rebellion, Reports from the East and his own new Projects had soon put an end to that. The Demon of the Trident, while maybe not quite as powerful as he had been on the day he slew Prince Rhaegar, was still a force to be reckoned with. But...there was something in his eyes, his demeanor, that put Barristan off. Something that reminded him all too much of the Mad King.
Immediately, the tried to shoo these thoughts away. You are a Knight of the Kingsguard! You are to protect the King, not judge him!, he tried to remind himself.
He...did not succeed. Try as he might, the longer he looked at Baratheon, the longer he believed to look at Aerys' Shadow. Especially after the News they all had just heard.
The silence stretched on for a few more Minutes. The present Members of the Small Council looked at each other in worry. Ever since they had finished their Report, King Robert had been mostly silent. Frankly, Barristan had half expected the King to explode with rage after hearing the News. Then again, maybe he was too shocked to have fully comprehended it. Seven Hells, HE could scarcely believe it!
Valarr Vaeltigar, the Adventurer from Essos, and his Sister were actually Prince Viserys and Princess Daenerys Targaryen? Jon Connington was a Member of the Golden Company? The Boy, Young Griff, he had been seen with was actually a still living Prince Aegon?! Prince Stannis was allegedly working with the Exiled Dragons?! Together, they all had joined forces with the mad Alesander and saved Volantis from an Army of Dothraki?! The three Targaryen Exiles HAD ALL HATCHED DRAGONS?!?
Madness. Utter Madness! And yet...by all accounts, it was the Truth.
Barristan's eyes wandered over to the new Master of Whispers who had ascended to the Position after Lord Varys' untimely death...and who had now delivered much of the Report. Petyr Baelish was the only one who was not discomforted by the silence in the slightest. Oh, he hid it masterfully, exchanging seemingly worried glances with the other Members of the small Council...but Barristan could tell: He was faking it. Deep down, the Mockingbird was very relaxed. Almost as if he had expected this Reaction from King Robert.
Barristan once more fought to keep his Emotions under control. There was something that did not sit right with him about Baelish. Unlike with Baratheon though, he could not put a Finger on what exactly it was. So far, Baelish had shown himself to be nothing less then a loyal servant of the Crown. Sure, he had risen fast given his meager Status as a Minor Lord, but he had the Ability to prove that he deserved his Position.
Still...a feeling in his gut warned him not to trust the Man. And his Gut-Feeling had kept him alive over the Years as much as his Skill at Arms, from his fateful Duel with Maelys the Monstrous on the Stepstones during the War of the Ninepenny-Kings to the Battle of the Trident where, unlike Lewyn and Rhaegar, he had survived, albeit captured by the Rebel-Forces.
Finally, unable to bear the Silence, Lord Arryn spoke up. "Your Grace...if I may...we have to prepare."
Lord Paxter Redwyne, Master of Ships, nodded in Agreement. "Now that the Exiles have acquired Dragons, they will soon gather an Army. I fear that we will face a Repeat of the Blackyre-Rebellions soon enough." He cleared his Throat. "We should raise new Troops and build more Ships. Perhaps we should even attack them while they are still in Essos and-"
"If I may, My Lords..." Everyone's eyes fell on Petyr Baelish, as he interrupted Lord Redwyne. "Your Suggestions are valid...but I fear you are overlooking something."
Lord Redwyne's eyes narrowed. "And what would that be, Lord Baelish?"
A sad smile came to the Mockingbird's lips. "Lord Redwyne, you just compared the struggle we are about to face to the Blackfyre-Rebellions. An all too apt comparison, I must say. After all, the Blackfyre-Pretenders did not just merely invade Westeros from outside. They had plenty of help from...other Places."
"...So you suspect Treachery, Mockingbird."
Everyone nearly jumped as King Robert finally began to speak again, his rumbling Voice echoing throughout the Throneroom.
Baelish nodded. "Exactly that, your Grace. There are still many Houses in Westeros, especially in the Crownlands, who backed the Mad King during the Rebellion. And many of these Houses are still...bitter about their defeat. Quite a few of them lost Land, Castles and Titles. What better way to reclaim them then supporting a Return of the Targaryens to the Throne?
Jon Arryn looked at Baelish with shock. "Surely, Lord Baelish, that is a bit much to say without proof?!"
Lord Baelish shook his head. "Oh, but I HAVE proof, Lord Arryn." He looked up at King Robert. "My Spies in the Crownlands have heard...much talk in the Halls of these Lords. Talk of Bitterness towards you, Your Grace. Anger over your Reforms. And of how Viserys would be a better King then you, as his Adventures and Success across Essos and even Valyria itself have apparently proven to them. House Velaryon, House Celtigar and Others... I can show you the Reports, if you wish."
Silence reigned for a few seconds. Then, Robert's eyes narrowed. "Treachery...Valyria...Dragonspawn..." His Fists clenched as a hollow chuckle escaped his Throat. "...Of course. Of course. I should've known."
Lord Redwyne blinked. "Um...M-my Lord?"
Robert Baratheon stood up, in all his imposing Figure. His eyes and voice where as hard as Steel. "The Dragonspawn...ever since Aegons Conquest they have infected Westeros. Spread their poisonous Influence across the Continent! Slowly corrupting...corroding...scheming..." He clenched his Fists. "I see it now...as I should've sooner! They plot to destroy me! Destroy all of Westeros! They are all in League with that Bastard, his little Whore of a Sister and their Nephew!"
The Members of the Small Council took a step backwards as the King's Voice grew louder and louder with every sentence. And a horrible, sickening feeling arose within Barristan as, more and more, he heard the mad shrieking of Baratheon's Predecessor on the Throne in his Words.
"Y-your Grace? What...who are you talking about?", asked Jon Arryn in concern.
Robert Baratheon laughed. "Oh Jon, isn't it obvious? I'm talking about them! The Dragonspawn! Violet Eyes, unnatural and full of malice, Hair as white as a bleached bone! Their evil is clear to see in their very features and yet we fell for their deceptions! I'm talking about those with cursed Valyrian Blood!" Rage entered his Voice as he continued to rant. "Traitors and Monsters, all of them! Who knows how much damage they already did?! They conspired with Aerys to murder Ned's Family! They conspired with Rhaegar to kidnap and rape my dear Lyanna! And who knows what else they did?! I only wish I realized it before Lord Baelish's Reports!" Suddenly, he calmed down and a bloodthirsty smile came to his lips. "But...it's not too late. Not too late yet."
He looked down at hos Small Council. "Baelish... I want you to drive all Houses in the Crownlands of Valyrian Descent into Ruin. Sabotage their Businesses, raise their Taxes, slander them, I don't care how! But I want them weakened and powerless! Once that is done, we shall Arrest all of them, every last Member of their Houses! They are all Traitors and we shall deal with them as such!"
Jon Arrys, a shocked look on his face, tried to raise his Voice in Protest. "B-but...Your Grace!"
But Robert ignored him. "In addition...I want you to find every last Person in the Crownlands with Valyrian Features, every last Person with Dragon Blood running through their Veins." A manic glint enters his eyes. "And when you have found them, have them all killed!"
Horrified Silence reigned in the Throneroom as the Lords of the Small Council and the Men of the Kingsguard alike struggled to comprehend what they just heard.
"...Your Grace", Lord Baelish began carefully, "you must understand that even with my Resources such a search will take a while. And the resulting Purge would be...messy. There are thousands of People of Valyrian Descent in the Crownlands. Especially on Dragonstone-"
King Robert nearly exploded with rage. "I don't fucking care how many of these worthless, treacherous Fuckers there are!! Didn't you listen?! They are Monsters and Traitors, every last one of them! Evil Demons, tainted to the core! They are a Cancer to be cut out!! AND CUT THEM OUT WE SHALL, DOWN TO THE LAST TODDLER!! I DON'T CARE IF THERE ARE THOUSANDS, TENS OF THOUSANDS OR A FUCKING MILLION OF THESE BASTARDS!! KILL THEM ALL!! KILL THEM ALL!!!"
Barristan's legendary Will and Discipline almost broke. He almost drew his Sword and charged ahead to kill the King before his Mad Plan could be carried out. He almost decided to end the live of yet another Monster threatening all of Westeros, just like Maelys Blackfyre had!
But...the Moment passed. Ser Barristan Selmy, 'The Bold', stood still and did nothing. Just as he had done nothing while Rickard Stark burned alive and Brandon Stark strangled himself to death in this very Throneroom. And this time, another Voice spoke up in his mind. A Voice full of disdain and disgust, uttering only a single Word.
Coward...
A.N.: And here is the Omake. I hope you like it as much as my Others.
By the way, I REALLY like ol' Barry and will forever be mad that D&D killed him in such a lame way in Season 5 of the Show. That last bit of this Omake is not me throwing shade at him but rather his own Guilt and Self-doubts acting up.
Also, yes, I deliberately had Robert say Words similar to Aerys, even if he himself didn't know it.
King's Landing, Red Keep
Silence filled the Throneroom. As it had for the past few minutes.
Ser Barristan Selmy tried his best to not let his discomfort become obvious. He succeeded only thanks to the Decades of Discipline that his Place in the Kingsguard had brought him. His eyes wandered over the Iron Throne, reaching all the way up to the ceiling, it's blades glinting in the light. But no light seemed to fall on the Man sitting on the Throne these days.
King Robert Baratheon had spent more and more time in the last week just sitting on the Throne and brooding. From time to time, he mumbled something into his Beard. Barristan usually heard the Words 'Traitors' and 'Dragonspawn' somewhere in the mumbling.
The King...did not look well. Oh, certainly, his body was still in shape. While he had started to lose himself in drinking and feasting after the Geyjoy-Rebellion, Reports from the East and his own new Projects had soon put an end to that. The Demon of the Trident, while maybe not quite as powerful as he had been on the day he slew Prince Rhaegar, was still a force to be reckoned with. But...there was something in his eyes, his demeanor, that put Barristan off. Something that reminded him all too much of the Mad King.
Immediately, the tried to shoo these thoughts away. You are a Knight of the Kingsguard! You are to protect the King, not judge him!, he tried to remind himself.
He...did not succeed. Try as he might, the longer he looked at Baratheon, the longer he believed to look at Aerys' Shadow. Especially after the News they all had just heard.
The silence stretched on for a few more Minutes. The present Members of the Small Council looked at each other in worry. Ever since they had finished their Report, King Robert had been mostly silent. Frankly, Barristan had half expected the King to explode with rage after hearing the News. Then again, maybe he was too shocked to have fully comprehended it. Seven Hells, HE could scarcely believe it!
Valarr Vaeltigar, the Adventurer from Essos, and his Sister were actually Prince Viserys and Princess Daenerys Targaryen? Jon Connington was a Member of the Golden Company? The Boy, Young Griff, he had been seen with was actually a still living Prince Aegon?! Prince Stannis was allegedly working with the Exiled Dragons?! Together, they all had joined forces with the mad Alesander and saved Volantis from an Army of Dothraki?! The three Targaryen Exiles HAD ALL HATCHED DRAGONS?!?
Madness. Utter Madness! And yet...by all accounts, it was the Truth.
Barristan's eyes wandered over to the new Master of Whispers who had ascended to the Position after Lord Varys' untimely death...and who had now delivered much of the Report. Petyr Baelish was the only one who was not discomforted by the silence in the slightest. Oh, he hid it masterfully, exchanging seemingly worried glances with the other Members of the small Council...but Barristan could tell: He was faking it. Deep down, the Mockingbird was very relaxed. Almost as if he had expected this Reaction from King Robert.
Barristan once more fought to keep his Emotions under control. There was something that did not sit right with him about Baelish. Unlike with Baratheon though, he could not put a Finger on what exactly it was. So far, Baelish had shown himself to be nothing less then a loyal servant of the Crown. Sure, he had risen fast given his meager Status as a Minor Lord, but he had the Ability to prove that he deserved his Position.
Still...a feeling in his gut warned him not to trust the Man. And his Gut-Feeling had kept him alive over the Years as much as his Skill at Arms, from his fateful Duel with Maelys the Monstrous on the Stepstones during the War of the Ninepenny-Kings to the Battle of the Trident where, unlike Lewyn and Rhaegar, he had survived, albeit captured by the Rebel-Forces.
Finally, unable to bear the Silence, Lord Arryn spoke up. "Your Grace...if I may...we have to prepare."
Lord Paxter Redwyne, Master of Ships, nodded in Agreement. "Now that the Exiles have acquired Dragons, they will soon gather an Army. I fear that we will face a Repeat of the Blackyre-Rebellions soon enough." He cleared his Throat. "We should raise new Troops and build more Ships. Perhaps we should even attack them while they are still in Essos and-"
"If I may, My Lords..." Everyone's eyes fell on Petyr Baelish, as he interrupted Lord Redwyne. "Your Suggestions are valid...but I fear you are overlooking something."
Lord Redwyne's eyes narrowed. "And what would that be, Lord Baelish?"
A sad smile came to the Mockingbird's lips. "Lord Redwyne, you just compared the struggle we are about to face to the Blackfyre-Rebellions. An all too apt comparison, I must say. After all, the Blackfyre-Pretenders did not just merely invade Westeros from outside. They had plenty of help from...other Places."
"...So you suspect Treachery, Mockingbird."
Everyone nearly jumped as King Robert finally began to speak again, his rumbling Voice echoing throughout the Throneroom.
Baelish nodded. "Exactly that, your Grace. There are still many Houses in Westeros, especially in the Crownlands, who backed the Mad King during the Rebellion. And many of these Houses are still...bitter about their defeat. Quite a few of them lost Land, Castles and Titles. What better way to reclaim them then supporting a Return of the Targaryens to the Throne?
Jon Arryn looked at Baelish with shock. "Surely, Lord Baelish, that is a bit much to say without proof?!"
Lord Baelish shook his head. "Oh, but I HAVE proof, Lord Arryn." He looked up at King Robert. "My Spies in the Crownlands have heard...much talk in the Halls of these Lords. Talk of Bitterness towards you, Your Grace. Anger over your Reforms. And of how Viserys would be a better King then you, as his Adventures and Success across Essos and even Valyria itself have apparently proven to them. House Velaryon, House Celtigar and Others... I can show you the Reports, if you wish."
Silence reigned for a few seconds. Then, Robert's eyes narrowed. "Treachery...Valyria...Dragonspawn..." His Fists clenched as a hollow chuckle escaped his Throat. "...Of course. Of course. I should've known."
Lord Redwyne blinked. "Um...M-my Lord?"
Robert Baratheon stood up, in all his imposing Figure. His eyes and voice where as hard as Steel. "The Dragonspawn...ever since Aegons Conquest they have infected Westeros. Spread their poisonous Influence across the Continent! Slowly corrupting...corroding...scheming..." He clenched his Fists. "I see it now...as I should've sooner! They plot to destroy me! Destroy all of Westeros! They are all in League with that Bastard, his little Whore of a Sister and their Nephew!"
The Members of the Small Council took a step backwards as the King's Voice grew louder and louder with every sentence. And a horrible, sickening feeling arose within Barristan as, more and more, he heard the mad shrieking of Baratheon's Predecessor on the Throne in his Words.
"Y-your Grace? What...who are you talking about?", asked Jon Arryn in concern.
Robert Baratheon laughed. "Oh Jon, isn't it obvious? I'm talking about them! The Dragonspawn! Violet Eyes, unnatural and full of malice, Hair as white as a bleached bone! Their evil is clear to see in their very features and yet we fell for their deceptions! I'm talking about those with cursed Valyrian Blood!" Rage entered his Voice as he continued to rant. "Traitors and Monsters, all of them! Who knows how much damage they already did?! They conspired with Aerys to murder Ned's Family! They conspired with Rhaegar to kidnap and rape my dear Lyanna! And who knows what else they did?! I only wish I realized it before Lord Baelish's Reports!" Suddenly, he calmed down and a bloodthirsty smile came to his lips. "But...it's not too late. Not too late yet."
He looked down at hos Small Council. "Baelish... I want you to drive all Houses in the Crownlands of Valyrian Descent into Ruin. Sabotage their Businesses, raise their Taxes, slander them, I don't care how! But I want them weakened and powerless! Once that is done, we shall Arrest all of them, every last Member of their Houses! They are all Traitors and we shall deal with them as such!"
Jon Arrys, a shocked look on his face, tried to raise his Voice in Protest. "B-but...Your Grace!"
But Robert ignored him. "In addition...I want you to find every last Person in the Crownlands with Valyrian Features, every last Person with Dragon Blood running through their Veins." A manic glint enters his eyes. "And when you have found them, have them all killed!"
Horrified Silence reigned in the Throneroom as the Lords of the Small Council and the Men of the Kingsguard alike struggled to comprehend what they just heard.
"...Your Grace", Lord Baelish began carefully, "you must understand that even with my Resources such a search will take a while. And the resulting Purge would be...messy. There are thousands of People of Valyrian Descent in the Crownlands. Especially on Dragonstone-"
King Robert nearly exploded with rage. "I don't fucking care how many of these worthless, treacherous Fuckers there are!! Didn't you listen?! They are Monsters and Traitors, every last one of them! Evil Demons, tainted to the core! They are a Cancer to be cut out!! AND CUT THEM OUT WE SHALL, DOWN TO THE LAST TODDLER!! I DON'T CARE IF THERE ARE THOUSANDS, TENS OF THOUSANDS OR A FUCKING MILLION OF THESE BASTARDS!! KILL THEM ALL!! KILL THEM ALL!!!"
Barristan's legendary Will and Discipline almost broke. He almost drew his Sword and charged ahead to kill the King before his Mad Plan could be carried out. He almost decided to end the live of yet another Monster threatening all of Westeros, just like Maelys Blackfyre had!
But...the Moment passed. Ser Barristan Selmy, 'The Bold', stood still and did nothing. Just as he had done nothing while Rickard Stark burned alive and Brandon Stark strangled himself to death in this very Throneroom. And this time, another Voice spoke up in his mind. A Voice full of disdain and disgust, uttering only a single Word.
Coward...
A.N.: And here is the Omake. I hope you like it as much as my Others.
By the way, I REALLY like ol' Barry and will forever be mad that D&D killed him in such a lame way in Season 5 of the Show. That last bit of this Omake is not me throwing shade at him but rather his own Guilt and Self-doubts acting up.
Also, yes, I deliberately had Robert say Words similar to Aerys, even if he himself didn't know it.
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Magoose
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I like it. but +10 to the rolls after the region report.
Shame, I had hoped to boost that one up.
Oh well... At least the Rolls after that will get a bit of a Boost then.
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The Region Reports (Declaring War)
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The Region Reports (Declaring War):
The North:1D100 => 76+10=86
Lord Stark has called his banners to war, on your side.
Reward: The Ned is on side.
The Riverlands:1D100 => 69+10=79
The Tully's as well, seeing the rot brought about by the Frey's ever-increasing proximity to central power from the crown, have unleashed a damnable wave of hatred and pent up frustrations.
The entire Riverlands, save for the Whents, the Freys, and the Brakens… strangely enough, are fighting for you.
Reward: THe Riverlands are infighting.
The Vale:1D100 => 17+10=27
The Vale Declares for Robert.
The Westerlands: 1D100 => 39+10=49
Lord Tywin has declared neutrality in the conflict.
The Reach:1D100 => 7+10=17
The Reach have declared for the Crown, save for the Florent's and the Shield Islands.
The Stormlands:1D100 => 11+10=21
Renly declares for his brother Robert.
Dorne:1D100 => 88+10=98
Dorne Joins the War on your side… obviously.
Crownlands (Roberts Domains):1D100 => 84-10=74
Throughout the Crownlands, the great grip of Robert Baratheon loosened for a moment. And that was all that was needed for the Rosbry's to rise their banner in rebellion.
But it was not exactly as you planned.
Valyreon forces, under Addam Valyreon, have given you a name day gift in honor of your 21st nameday.
The Islands of Dragonstone and Driftmark.
Reward: Dragonstone is now yours. Driftmark is now in allied hands.
The Iron Islands: 1D100 => 97+10=107
The Iron Fleet is gambling it all for their lives.
They have declared for you, and every single shop left in the fleet, including unfinished hulls that are being dragged by other ships…
They will fight or they will die.
Reward: The Iron Fleet Stands with you.
AN: Enjoy who declares for you, and enjoy the war to come.
The North:1D100 => 76+10=86
Lord Stark has called his banners to war, on your side.
Reward: The Ned is on side.
The Riverlands:1D100 => 69+10=79
The Tully's as well, seeing the rot brought about by the Frey's ever-increasing proximity to central power from the crown, have unleashed a damnable wave of hatred and pent up frustrations.
The entire Riverlands, save for the Whents, the Freys, and the Brakens… strangely enough, are fighting for you.
Reward: THe Riverlands are infighting.
The Vale:1D100 => 17+10=27
The Vale Declares for Robert.
The Westerlands: 1D100 => 39+10=49
Lord Tywin has declared neutrality in the conflict.
The Reach:1D100 => 7+10=17
The Reach have declared for the Crown, save for the Florent's and the Shield Islands.
The Stormlands:1D100 => 11+10=21
Renly declares for his brother Robert.
Dorne:1D100 => 88+10=98
Dorne Joins the War on your side… obviously.
Crownlands (Roberts Domains):1D100 => 84-10=74
Throughout the Crownlands, the great grip of Robert Baratheon loosened for a moment. And that was all that was needed for the Rosbry's to rise their banner in rebellion.
But it was not exactly as you planned.
Valyreon forces, under Addam Valyreon, have given you a name day gift in honor of your 21st nameday.
The Islands of Dragonstone and Driftmark.
Reward: Dragonstone is now yours. Driftmark is now in allied hands.
The Iron Islands: 1D100 => 97+10=107
The Iron Fleet is gambling it all for their lives.
They have declared for you, and every single shop left in the fleet, including unfinished hulls that are being dragged by other ships…
They will fight or they will die.
Reward: The Iron Fleet Stands with you.
AN: Enjoy who declares for you, and enjoy the war to come.
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...Wait, what? Why? The Tullys are dissatisfied by the Privileges that the Freys gained from Robert...and are now fighting for Robert? While the Freys, who gained the most from the Crown are now fighting for us? That makes no sense!
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Magoose
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Bobby B, being the basterd and centralized force that he is had a thing that takes away some of those bonuses because of how much power he had in a region. It's why there is a -10 in the crownlands and everyone only has +10.
It's because he had power, but not as much as he thought.
No really, you would have had a +30 if he was weaker in terms of centralization.
whoops, wrong king.
Well, that went about as expected. The Iron Isles, Dorne and the North are with us, most of the Riverlands are with us, the Vale, the Stormlands and the Reach are against us and we have some good footholds in the Crownlands. Nice! Now to use our Legendary Intrigue to pick Roberts side further apart and bring some of the Houses allegedly on his side on ours.
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Welp. Jon Arryn just signed his death warrant with us. And Tywin probably did with Robert -- I cannot imagine he or Cersei will take Tywin's neutrality lying down.
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As usual Tywin is being a fence sitter
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If the Lannisters are neutral, that explains why Robert accepted our money.
Magoose
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Well, good thing in this timeline, He has a decent enough son to succeed him when he dies.
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I'm honestly shook that Tywin is fence-sitting, with his daughter next to the Iron Throne and his grandson the heir presumptive. Maybe we can persuade him to our side, talk about ideas with Jaime?
Here's my thought: tell Tywin that, in exchange for a public rebuke of Robert and alliance with us, Jaime will return to Casterly Rock and inherit. We tell Jaime all this and say, "now, once you're Lord of the Rock, you could easily have your father and his dog arrested for their crimes and turned over to the Martells or to us, then abdicate for your brother and return to our service, or remain as Lord of the Rock if it's to your liking, or do anything else you might like, and do so with our blessing."
Here's my thought: tell Tywin that, in exchange for a public rebuke of Robert and alliance with us, Jaime will return to Casterly Rock and inherit. We tell Jaime all this and say, "now, once you're Lord of the Rock, you could easily have your father and his dog arrested for their crimes and turned over to the Martells or to us, then abdicate for your brother and return to our service, or remain as Lord of the Rock if it's to your liking, or do anything else you might like, and do so with our blessing."
Magoose
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I will say one thing that will make you think about why:
Jaime is his golden son. And even though Jaime is not... say Talented as Tyrion, he is great at using his charm, charisma, and skills to bring people to his side.
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Hmm... The North, Dorne, Most of the Riverlands, the Iron Islands, against the Vale, the Reach, and the Stormlands. The Crownlands are in open rebellion. Tywin bides his time and will side with the winner after they've won, because it worked pretty well before.
The Vale should be pressured. They are alone, away from reinforcements. They can be made to flip.
The Vale should be pressured. They are alone, away from reinforcements. They can be made to flip.
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Would Jaime be amenable to the aforementioned plan? Or would he think (quite rightly, I imagine) that such a public declaration would get Cersei at minimum set aside and likewise see Joffrey disinherited, and more likely (given Robert's descent into madness and petty vindictiveness) see both of them killed outright, simply to spite Tywin?
I mean, Jaime's canonically not the smartest Lannister, so such a thought might not occur to him. Full disclosure, though: it did to me, and that's kinda why I want to go for it -- we don't have to worry about Cersei or Joffrey if Robert executes them in a vindictive rage, and that'll turn Tywin and Jaime both into berserker for our side
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He would not. For the simple reason that, as much as he isn't a smart boy, he knows mad kings.
and he knows what will happen if he does that.
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Well, so much for that idea.
Unless we did something really underhanded, and "sent" such a message/offer with the deliberate intent of having the missive intercepted by Baelish before Tywin ever sees it ... but Baelish would probably see through such machinations.
Oh, well; we'll just have to find some other way of offing Cersei & Joffrey without the blood falling on our hands.
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war has come and it's banging on our door
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Magoose
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Well... We could always pull a Tywin and send someone to do our dirty work.
Gregor is a mad dog after all.
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No shit the guy is basically a merc hiding under the guise of a knight
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So is Bronn... at least Bronn is honest about it.
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Or we could just leave them alone like we said we would... Either they'll get themselves into trouble or we'll send them to the faith. Jaime's good opinion is the most important thing here.
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The problem with doing a Tywin is that everyone knows who the trigger man actually was. Like, nobody blames Rhaegar for the deaths of Rickard and Brandon, even though that was (arguably) a reasonably predictable consequence of his actions. If Jon Connington had killed them, though, everyone would know it was on Rhaegar's orders. So too, here: events transpire and Robert flies into a rage and murders Cersei and/or Joffrey, that's on him; some rando* does it, it's obviously on us. I'm still holding out for a circumstance where our hands remain clean, even by association.
Now, Littlefinger, with him I don't care who gets blamed for his death, so long as the desired result occurs.
*depending on the rando in question: if Jorah Mormont did it, people would obviously point the finger at Ned; Oberyn, Doran; etc.