Why do I feel like the Dice Gods blessed Jaime so hard in this Quest out of pure Spite for how shittyly his Character-Arc ended in Season 8?
Exiled Dragons: A Viserys Targaryen Quest
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... That makes too much sense.
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Eh, no.
if I restart the quest or write a sequal... we'll get that as the opening.
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[X]A Triumph: You marched through the city streets like a hero returning home… there is only the matter of Cersei… and her children to deal with.
...Goddamn it Jamie, you had to be so badass as to steal our kill! But you are also so badass I can't be mad at you! Its a catch-22!
...Goddamn it Jamie, you had to be so badass as to steal our kill! But you are also so badass I can't be mad at you! Its a catch-22!
Mark my Words, if we return to this Quest in a Sequel, Jaime is gonna be the one who kills the Night's King as well.
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[X]A Triumph: You marched through the city streets like a hero returning home… there is only the matter of Cersei… and her children to deal with.
Exiling them is for the best, I don't want us killing children.
Exiling them is for the best, I don't want us killing children.
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On the one hand, I don't know what good answer there is: we can't just send them to the Westerlands, Cersei will try to kill Tyrion the second she's able before fomenting a Restoration of her own for Joffrey; we can't keep them in King's Landing, there's not really any "Tower of London" equivalent which could hold them yet also allow public proof we didn't execute them; we definitely can't execute them, given our promises to Jaime and the way we talked Stannis over to us; and exiling them seems...a bit like tempting fate, for a deposed king who just successfully staged a Restoration from exile.
On the other hand, for all we know it may be a moot point -- remember that in canon Cersei was set and ready to poison herself and her kids when she thought Stannis would take the city, and she has just as much if not more reason to fear our coming to take the Red Keep. Plus, ITTL she has the added motivation of doing it to spite Jaime for leaving her and turning against her & her/their children.
Legit, this quest is "Jamie and Viserys' crazy adventure".
Jamie is most and best bro.
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Or... Cersei happens.
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IIRC there is no Tommen, and Myrcella is no threat in any way.
Also, what did the Citadel do to piss us off so much they deserve Joffrey? Let's send him to the Watch. I'm sure Ser Alliser would consider it a genuine treat to 'train' the son of the Usurper.
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Myrcella is alive, and Tommen is Roberts actual son.
As for the citidel... Well, lets be honest, the Watch dosen't deserve that piece of shit we call Joffery either.
Yeah, but on the Wall, his Life Expectancy will be entirely up to him.
In other Words, it will be rather short.
The Finale: The Triumph
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The Finale: The Triumph
Crossing the King's Gate led to a roar of approval from the Small folk. The men, women, and children were cheering for the conquering hero who had decided not to destroy their home but march in celebration through it.
Your armor was almost exactly like Rhaegars… that you knew for certain, as you ride your horse through the city, with your dragon flying above, watching over you.
He knew not to attack and understood that this was going to be a new home, a permanent home.
You smiled at the small folk, and waved, accepting that they were happier that you were not destroying their homes… than they were to actually see their new home.
That was understandable… but you were more focused on… politics than the whims and wishes of the public relations of the city.
There would be time enough for that later. You were rather thankful that Jaime secured the city, so you wouldn't have to worry about… people trying to kill you.
But you suspected that Robert's Reign was anything but stable, and peaceful.
That was something that drove you into fits of confusion and wandering… melancholy that would not be out of place, for… another Targaryen Prince… another would be king.
You sighed. "Perhaps that is the curse of this blasted throne. Nothing changes… it just becomes a cycle."
You didn't know why you said it aloud, no one that would talk to you would listen.
Perhaps the musings were to yourself… to remind you of what you needed to be, instead of… well, everything else.
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Reaching the red keep was a meeting of Lannister soldiers… and of the Queen herself.
No sack, all your men were under control… if a few were rowdy and went to the brothels, that was their choice.
But Lord Jaime was the one who met you to give you the report.
"The Queen and her children?" You asked.
There was a silent look of both horror, and… loss.
His gaze was all that you needed to see, to truly understand. "I see."
You had… hoped that this affair would be over well, the parties would be happy that at least they would walk away with their lives, if not their liberty.
The Watch needed good men.
You didn't need to see the bodies. You were not Robert… and you were not going to gloat at their corpses… There was no need.
"Are you going to take them home?" You asked Jaime.
Jaime gave a nod. "And when I return… I will only be a Ser."
You nodded. "Thank you, my friend."
"Of course." He replied.
As you walked through the palace, you saw the keep was empty. Anyone in Roberts Court had fled home, or across the sea. Not that it mattered.
You looked at the Iron Throne, the monster that every man and woman with power fought to place their ass on.
It looked uncomfortable… It looked like a conquerors chair…
Not a king's chair.
It inspired fear, not loyalty, lust for power… not duty. It was a monster that would destroy itself… rather than an instrument that would unify the kingdoms for all time.
It would not do… but later.
For now, you had a letter to write. To Arianne, Dany, and Aegon.
It was time to come home. To Aegon's High Hill, and return to the state.
You were Exiled Dragons… no longer.
And you had a lot of work to do.
But considering Exile... Hard work was better then being hunted.
The End... For now.
Crossing the King's Gate led to a roar of approval from the Small folk. The men, women, and children were cheering for the conquering hero who had decided not to destroy their home but march in celebration through it.
Your armor was almost exactly like Rhaegars… that you knew for certain, as you ride your horse through the city, with your dragon flying above, watching over you.
He knew not to attack and understood that this was going to be a new home, a permanent home.
You smiled at the small folk, and waved, accepting that they were happier that you were not destroying their homes… than they were to actually see their new home.
That was understandable… but you were more focused on… politics than the whims and wishes of the public relations of the city.
There would be time enough for that later. You were rather thankful that Jaime secured the city, so you wouldn't have to worry about… people trying to kill you.
But you suspected that Robert's Reign was anything but stable, and peaceful.
That was something that drove you into fits of confusion and wandering… melancholy that would not be out of place, for… another Targaryen Prince… another would be king.
You sighed. "Perhaps that is the curse of this blasted throne. Nothing changes… it just becomes a cycle."
You didn't know why you said it aloud, no one that would talk to you would listen.
Perhaps the musings were to yourself… to remind you of what you needed to be, instead of… well, everything else.
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Reaching the red keep was a meeting of Lannister soldiers… and of the Queen herself.
No sack, all your men were under control… if a few were rowdy and went to the brothels, that was their choice.
But Lord Jaime was the one who met you to give you the report.
"The Queen and her children?" You asked.
There was a silent look of both horror, and… loss.
His gaze was all that you needed to see, to truly understand. "I see."
You had… hoped that this affair would be over well, the parties would be happy that at least they would walk away with their lives, if not their liberty.
The Watch needed good men.
You didn't need to see the bodies. You were not Robert… and you were not going to gloat at their corpses… There was no need.
"Are you going to take them home?" You asked Jaime.
Jaime gave a nod. "And when I return… I will only be a Ser."
You nodded. "Thank you, my friend."
"Of course." He replied.
As you walked through the palace, you saw the keep was empty. Anyone in Roberts Court had fled home, or across the sea. Not that it mattered.
You looked at the Iron Throne, the monster that every man and woman with power fought to place their ass on.
It looked uncomfortable… It looked like a conquerors chair…
Not a king's chair.
It inspired fear, not loyalty, lust for power… not duty. It was a monster that would destroy itself… rather than an instrument that would unify the kingdoms for all time.
It would not do… but later.
For now, you had a letter to write. To Arianne, Dany, and Aegon.
It was time to come home. To Aegon's High Hill, and return to the state.
You were Exiled Dragons… no longer.
And you had a lot of work to do.
But considering Exile... Hard work was better then being hunted.
The End... For now.
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NP, this was a great quest. Looking forward to what you do next.
This quest was the best