Shadowofdeath
DUKE OF DEATH
- Location
- North Las Vegas Nevada
More give me more and I don't reap your soul to rip the ideas from it
I Am Fire, I am Death; or Why My Stannis Is The Best Human – ASOIAF/SI
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Hatchling 0.8
289 AC – Dragonstone
I found myself bitterly choking through a halting apology to King Stag, all while hearing my Human's teeth grinding themselves ever flatter. At least I could find some solace that it was mostly only Stannis' kin hearing my abject submission. Them and that infernal white haired healer...
Remember his endless metal men.
I ended my apology with, "I hope you can forgive me, King Stag."
Robert stared down at me intently before turning to the others, "I would have a few moments alone with the Dragon."
Oh.
I looked around at my Human and found him stiffly nodding his assent. Within moments the room cleared out and I was left to bare the King's presence by myself. A daunting task to be sure, since all I could think of was my Human's inability to shelter me from his wrath. A strange feeling it was, knowing that my very existence might be forfeit on the whims of this man.
I did not like it.
Quietly the King seemed to settle in to gaze upon me. Long moments passed where all the man did was lightly breath in and out, all the while looking exceedingly at ease. King Stag, evidently, did not fear me in the slightest.
Finally he spoke, "You tried to burn me."
Immediately I responded, "Nay." A heartbeat or two passed before I continued, "You are unburnt."
After my apology this was the extent of politeness I could muster. If he did not accept my more flowery words, why should I bother continuing with them?
King Stag slowly raised an eyebrow, which I took as an invitation to elaborate.
"If I wished to burn you, I would not have missed. My flame is not an arrow to be loosed and shot off course by foul winds, it is simply an extension of me."
The solitary eyebrow was joined by the other, "You contend that missed deliberately, but surely you grasp the offense of the very act itself?"
I nodded slowly, "Which is why I apologized, King Stag. An apology you seemingly do not wish to accept."
Is this how I die? Mere moments after hatching?
The King snorted rather indelicately, "I do not care overmuch, but certain things cannot be borne." An even louder snort followed, "Even though I would not have accepted that feeble excuse for an apology in open court."
He must have sensed my confusion as he went on, "Even a child could tell you meant nothing of it."
Another slow nod from me, "Granted, apologies do not come easily for me."
"You're a cocky little shit, especially considering you're mere weeks old. What, pray tell, shall you be like when you are grown?"
I peeled my lips back, rang my tongue around my teeth and replied ever so softly, "Beyond the reckoning of men."
It may have been unwise to be so blunt, but I feared that a lie would only harm my situation further. Surely the King could comprehend that once I was fully grown...there was little anyone could undertake to harm me. I would be nearly untouchable, save for another Dragon, which I have been assured...are no longer around.
Robert faintly growled his response, "As I said; a cocky little shit."
I shrugged in return, "Would you have me lie to you? Pretend I shall be easily shackled when I am grown?" Another shrug, "I've been told of your more powerful Lords."
The man looked slightly confused, which I took as an opening to pounce.
"Of House Tyrell, with their one hundred thousand swords. Of House Lannister and their unending resources. Of House Martell and their undying hatred of you."
His growl slightly intensified, "Go on."
"I've spoken at length with the wise white haired healer of the history of your lands." I slowly cocked my head sideways, "Those men, those Lords are a far larger threat to you than I ever shall be."
"Oh? Why is that?" The King bit out, after leaning in towards me.
"Unlike them I require no glory. No Royal favor. No Royal patronage. I need no positions filled on your councils, nor do I require you to send pretty words my way. I need none of that, none of those unending demand of your over mighty subjects." Now I was the one moving closer to him, "I am far more easily bought, and furthermore...I stay bought."
The King seemingly reflexively barked, "Hah!" The massive man leaned back in my Human's chair and slightly narrowed his eyes at me as he asked, "And what, pray tell, is your price?"
I hissed ever so softly, "Cease laughing at my Human."
His eyes narrowed further, but I did not give him an opening to speak.
"Give me your brood, of whom you hold no interest, so that I may cherish them. That is all I shall ever ask of you!"
Another excruciatingly long silence. The King's gaze burned into my own, but I feared no intense looks. I felt my heartbeat pounding into my chest until the man finally seemed to deflate.
A deep sigh came rolling out of him as he said, "What has my brother done to win you so, little Orys?"
Did it work? And how in God's name am I supposed to answer that?
I shrugged again, "He's my Human."
Now slightly more frustrated he bit out, "Yes, yes I've heard that! Strange little creature..." Another sigh, "Men will attempt to turn my brother against me. Will you swear not to heed them?"
Does that include you?
I nodded, "Done and done!" I peeled back my lips again, "I care not for your human politics."
"What if it cares about you? I do imagine you shall not be able to avoid it!"
I cocked my head sideways in confusion, "To what end?"
"For my damnable throne, Orys!"
I hissed frantically, "Is that why Stannis is worried? That men might attempt to place him in your stead?" Oh, isn't that was I said...oopsie. "Fear not, I shall not approve of it. My Human already spends too much time ruling, and I have no interest in sharing him with your Kingdom."
Nor to see him turning into you.
Finally the King laughed again – still upsettingly loud – and replied afterward, "Stannis said you did not perceive the world as men do." He leaned in ever closer, "Be certain to share that loudly when I call you to court."
"Aye, King Stag."
"I desire to understand you, little Baratheon Dragon." He leaned back into my Human's chair again, "Tell me, Orys. What is it that you want, for yourself I mean?"
I already have Stannis, but I fear he would not count that an answer.
When he noticed I wasn't replying he elaborated, "What do Dragons desire most in life?"
Something shook loose in the back of my mind and I tittered loudly, "What is best in life?"
The King fortunately looked faintly amused at my laughing, "Aye, Orys."
I peeled my lips back wickedly, "To crush your enemies, to see them driven before you, and to hear the lamentations of their women!"
King Stag laughed and perhaps all was well.
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I found myself bitterly choking through a halting apology to King Stag, all while hearing my Human's teeth grinding themselves ever flatter. At least I could find some solace that it was mostly only Stannis' kin hearing my abject submission. Them and that infernal white haired healer...
Remember his endless metal men.
I ended my apology with, "I hope you can forgive me, King Stag."
Robert stared down at me intently before turning to the others, "I would have a few moments alone with the Dragon."
Oh.
I looked around at my Human and found him stiffly nodding his assent. Within moments the room cleared out and I was left to bare the King's presence by myself. A daunting task to be sure, since all I could think of was my Human's inability to shelter me from his wrath. A strange feeling it was, knowing that my very existence might be forfeit on the whims of this man.
I did not like it.
Quietly the King seemed to settle in to gaze upon me. Long moments passed where all the man did was lightly breath in and out, all the while looking exceedingly at ease. King Stag, evidently, did not fear me in the slightest.
Finally he spoke, "You tried to burn me."
Immediately I responded, "Nay." A heartbeat or two passed before I continued, "You are unburnt."
After my apology this was the extent of politeness I could muster. If he did not accept my more flowery words, why should I bother continuing with them?
King Stag slowly raised an eyebrow, which I took as an invitation to elaborate.
"If I wished to burn you, I would not have missed. My flame is not an arrow to be loosed and shot off course by foul winds, it is simply an extension of me."
The solitary eyebrow was joined by the other, "You contend that missed deliberately, but surely you grasp the offense of the very act itself?"
I nodded slowly, "Which is why I apologized, King Stag. An apology you seemingly do not wish to accept."
Is this how I die? Mere moments after hatching?
The King snorted rather indelicately, "I do not care overmuch, but certain things cannot be borne." An even louder snort followed, "Even though I would not have accepted that feeble excuse for an apology in open court."
He must have sensed my confusion as he went on, "Even a child could tell you meant nothing of it."
Another slow nod from me, "Granted, apologies do not come easily for me."
"You're a cocky little shit, especially considering you're mere weeks old. What, pray tell, shall you be like when you are grown?"
I peeled my lips back, rang my tongue around my teeth and replied ever so softly, "Beyond the reckoning of men."
It may have been unwise to be so blunt, but I feared that a lie would only harm my situation further. Surely the King could comprehend that once I was fully grown...there was little anyone could undertake to harm me. I would be nearly untouchable, save for another Dragon, which I have been assured...are no longer around.
Robert faintly growled his response, "As I said; a cocky little shit."
I shrugged in return, "Would you have me lie to you? Pretend I shall be easily shackled when I am grown?" Another shrug, "I've been told of your more powerful Lords."
The man looked slightly confused, which I took as an opening to pounce.
"Of House Tyrell, with their one hundred thousand swords. Of House Lannister and their unending resources. Of House Martell and their undying hatred of you."
His growl slightly intensified, "Go on."
"I've spoken at length with the wise white haired healer of the history of your lands." I slowly cocked my head sideways, "Those men, those Lords are a far larger threat to you than I ever shall be."
"Oh? Why is that?" The King bit out, after leaning in towards me.
"Unlike them I require no glory. No Royal favor. No Royal patronage. I need no positions filled on your councils, nor do I require you to send pretty words my way. I need none of that, none of those unending demand of your over mighty subjects." Now I was the one moving closer to him, "I am far more easily bought, and furthermore...I stay bought."
The King seemingly reflexively barked, "Hah!" The massive man leaned back in my Human's chair and slightly narrowed his eyes at me as he asked, "And what, pray tell, is your price?"
I hissed ever so softly, "Cease laughing at my Human."
His eyes narrowed further, but I did not give him an opening to speak.
"Give me your brood, of whom you hold no interest, so that I may cherish them. That is all I shall ever ask of you!"
Another excruciatingly long silence. The King's gaze burned into my own, but I feared no intense looks. I felt my heartbeat pounding into my chest until the man finally seemed to deflate.
A deep sigh came rolling out of him as he said, "What has my brother done to win you so, little Orys?"
Did it work? And how in God's name am I supposed to answer that?
I shrugged again, "He's my Human."
Now slightly more frustrated he bit out, "Yes, yes I've heard that! Strange little creature..." Another sigh, "Men will attempt to turn my brother against me. Will you swear not to heed them?"
Does that include you?
I nodded, "Done and done!" I peeled back my lips again, "I care not for your human politics."
"What if it cares about you? I do imagine you shall not be able to avoid it!"
I cocked my head sideways in confusion, "To what end?"
"For my damnable throne, Orys!"
I hissed frantically, "Is that why Stannis is worried? That men might attempt to place him in your stead?" Oh, isn't that was I said...oopsie. "Fear not, I shall not approve of it. My Human already spends too much time ruling, and I have no interest in sharing him with your Kingdom."
Nor to see him turning into you.
Finally the King laughed again – still upsettingly loud – and replied afterward, "Stannis said you did not perceive the world as men do." He leaned in ever closer, "Be certain to share that loudly when I call you to court."
"Aye, King Stag."
"I desire to understand you, little Baratheon Dragon." He leaned back into my Human's chair again, "Tell me, Orys. What is it that you want, for yourself I mean?"
I already have Stannis, but I fear he would not count that an answer.
When he noticed I wasn't replying he elaborated, "What do Dragons desire most in life?"
Something shook loose in the back of my mind and I tittered loudly, "What is best in life?"
The King fortunately looked faintly amused at my laughing, "Aye, Orys."
I peeled my lips back wickedly, "To crush your enemies, to see them driven before you, and to hear the lamentations of their women!"
King Stag laughed and perhaps all was well.
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Shadowofdeath
DUKE OF DEATH
- Location
- North Las Vegas Nevada
All hail dragon conan or dragon ghengis khan289 AC – Dragonstone
The King fortunately looked faintly amused at my laughing, "Aye, Orys."
I peeled my lips back wickedly, "To crush your enemies, to see them driven before you, and to hear the lamentations of their women!"
King Stag laughed and perhaps all was well.
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Right....
Conan the Dragon.
Conan the Dragon.
The Magician
Yeet
- Location
- The Basement
A good book?
- Location
- Some park.
Gathering Robert's bastards in a nigh impenetrable castle island commanded by a seasoned and experienced commander that also happens to be his stalwart and incorruptible brother for the sole reason of becoming friends and family with the only dragon in the world?
Yeah somehow I can see Cerseis paranoia reach the red zone in the valve meter.
Yeah somehow I can see Cerseis paranoia reach the red zone in the valve meter.
Hatchling 0.9
289 AC – Dragonstone
Curled up on my Human's lap, there were very few places where I felt as comfortable as that. The big lug has asked whether I minded it in public, but I rapidly shut down that line of thinking. There was exceedingly little worth in the opinions of others.
"Are you certain that men worship fire in the East?"
As grows in my belly?
Faintly amused Stannis replied, "Do you imagine I have taken to misleading you?"
I immediately shot upright at that remark, "Nay! It just seems so...strange. What is there to worship?"
In the background I heard Robert half laughing, half roaring. "And then he said; 'To crush your enemies, to see them driven before you, and to hear the lamentations of their women!' Can you believe that?"
Stannis raised an eyebrow and I simply shrugged.
A few moments passed before he dropped the subject and asked, "Would you care for an introduction with Thoros? Is that why you've been asking Cressen about this Lord of Light?"
I nodded at my Human, "Aye, yes please. I have so many questions for him."
"Am I about to lose you to religion, little Orys?"
An instinctive hiss came rushing out, "Nonsense." A few heartbeats later I continued, "And there is something about that name that strikes me as...familiar."
"Oh?"
"I cannot explain it, my Human."
Stannis nodded and asked, "Shall I take you to the Red Priest?"
I shook my head from side to side, "Not in your Hall, make him come to you!"
My Human lightly bared him lips, snapped him fingers at one of the humans milling around and directed them to go collect me a Red Priest. It wasn't long before the bald man found his way next to Stannis and a few moments after that my Human explained my desires.
The man contemplatively stared at me for long moment before he finally spoke, "That is a difficult question to answer, little Dragon."
I stared at the bald man, "Attempt it regardless, if you would."
The man frowned and asked me, "Might I ask what brought this on?"
"You do not seem very enthused to speak about your religion, Priest."
Thoros of Myr grabbed at his chest and said, "You wound me, my good Dragon, to my very core." He sighed and rapidly went on, "Very well, I shall attempt to explain. What do you already know?"
The Red Priest confirmed my scant knowledge, elaborated a touch on it, until we finally came to the subject of my curiosity, "There is only one God and his name is R'hllor, little Dragon, the Bringer of the Light and the Shadow. The Creator of the Heavens, the Earth and all in between. The Father to us all."
Hmm. Should I share this? It feels...familiar somehow. As if I've already learned this.
I quickly decided it likely did not matter much, "I...I have knowledge. Knowledge I was hatched with, and when I heard the description I felt it...familiar."
Now I finally had his complete attention. The man stared at me intently, with a look of slight confusion, and begged of me to continue. I flew out of Stannis' lap and stared right back at the Red Priest. I simply had to know. Was this Bringer of Light and Shadow the source of my...strange memories?
"There's..." And then it happened again. Something shook loose in the back of my mind and I let it take over again, "In the Beginning God created the Heaven and Earth. And the Earth was without form, and void; and Darkness was upon the deep."
I sensed more than I felt all of the eyes in Hall upon me, but this was too important. If this Priest had the answers...
"And God said, Let there Be Light; and there was Light. And God saw the Light and said it was Good; and God divided the Light from the Darkness."
The Red Priest's eyes nearly boggled out when he whispered, "Merciful God..." He shook his head, seemingly to clear it, and continued, "I beg of you, continue..."
"Do you feel the words familiar, Red Priest? As I do yours?"
"Aye! It's...not the same, but exceedingly similar. I must know, Dragon...where does this knowledge hail from?"
I almost collapsed in on myself. He did not know...
"I fear I might have disappointed you?"
"I had hoped...you had answers."
Stannis chose that moment to intervene, "I have found that religion often gives you few answers, Orys, and many more questions." The big man extended his hand towards me, I flew over to it and he cradled me into his chest. "Do not grow distraught, my Dragon."
Well, that proved useless and now I have caught the attention of the Red Priest for no gain.
The man made himself heard again, "Your master is right, little one. I fear I have little to offer and less to teach, but what I do have is under your disposal...should you require it."
I craned my neck through Stannis' grip and replied, "Much appreciated, Thoros of-."
And then I lost my train of thought when Robert stood up and bellowed, "House Baratheon has been blessed with much, and I do not know which Gods to thank. Whether our Seven-Who-Are-One prevailed upon fortune or this Lord of Light and Shadow labored for our benefit is unclear." He stared around the room, easily taking charge of the gathered crowd. "What I do know is that my brother has succeeded where generations of Targaryens have failed!"
And the crowd went wild.
Stannis was quick enough to cup to head to shield me from the worst, but I still did not enjoy the outpouring of sound rushing at me. That was one aspect of my being I could stand to grow out of.
"And now, I have hopes he might do the impossible once more. We have found five Dragon eggs in the bowels of Dragonstone, which were warm to the touch. A handful more were located that were deemed unlikely, as a cold chill has taken hold of them and ensured their petrification."
Five warm eggs!
Five!
Once again I was pleased with Stannis' hands sheltering me from the crowds eager shouts.
Robert looked around the Hall once more and spoke with a satisfied expression, "An auspicious number, given that there are five Baratheon eggs for five Baratheons! My brother Stannis, of course, is already spoken for, but his daughter Shireen will cradle together with her egg. The others shall be divided between myself and my young brother Renly! They shall go to my son and heir, Crown Prince Joffrey Baratheon and..."
As he trailed off he smirked exceedingly smugly, "And my latest child, fast growing inside my dearest Queen and likely eager to escape her!"
"Hear Hear!" Echoed through the room, and once it cleared my Human stood.
"As always, your Grace, you shall my every service."
After which the crowd went nuts again!
"Ba-ra-the-on!" "Ba-ra-the-on!" "Ba-ra-the-on!" "Ba-ra-the-on!" "Ba-ra-the-on!" "Ba-ra-the-on!"
AN: Feedback and commentary is greatly appreciated! Please drop a comment to share what you think!
AN2: I honestly did not intend for this to take a religious turn, but in the spirit of my completely unplanned story...the muse wants what the muse wants!
Curled up on my Human's lap, there were very few places where I felt as comfortable as that. The big lug has asked whether I minded it in public, but I rapidly shut down that line of thinking. There was exceedingly little worth in the opinions of others.
"Are you certain that men worship fire in the East?"
As grows in my belly?
Faintly amused Stannis replied, "Do you imagine I have taken to misleading you?"
I immediately shot upright at that remark, "Nay! It just seems so...strange. What is there to worship?"
In the background I heard Robert half laughing, half roaring. "And then he said; 'To crush your enemies, to see them driven before you, and to hear the lamentations of their women!' Can you believe that?"
Stannis raised an eyebrow and I simply shrugged.
A few moments passed before he dropped the subject and asked, "Would you care for an introduction with Thoros? Is that why you've been asking Cressen about this Lord of Light?"
I nodded at my Human, "Aye, yes please. I have so many questions for him."
"Am I about to lose you to religion, little Orys?"
An instinctive hiss came rushing out, "Nonsense." A few heartbeats later I continued, "And there is something about that name that strikes me as...familiar."
"Oh?"
"I cannot explain it, my Human."
Stannis nodded and asked, "Shall I take you to the Red Priest?"
I shook my head from side to side, "Not in your Hall, make him come to you!"
My Human lightly bared him lips, snapped him fingers at one of the humans milling around and directed them to go collect me a Red Priest. It wasn't long before the bald man found his way next to Stannis and a few moments after that my Human explained my desires.
The man contemplatively stared at me for long moment before he finally spoke, "That is a difficult question to answer, little Dragon."
I stared at the bald man, "Attempt it regardless, if you would."
The man frowned and asked me, "Might I ask what brought this on?"
"You do not seem very enthused to speak about your religion, Priest."
Thoros of Myr grabbed at his chest and said, "You wound me, my good Dragon, to my very core." He sighed and rapidly went on, "Very well, I shall attempt to explain. What do you already know?"
The Red Priest confirmed my scant knowledge, elaborated a touch on it, until we finally came to the subject of my curiosity, "There is only one God and his name is R'hllor, little Dragon, the Bringer of the Light and the Shadow. The Creator of the Heavens, the Earth and all in between. The Father to us all."
Hmm. Should I share this? It feels...familiar somehow. As if I've already learned this.
I quickly decided it likely did not matter much, "I...I have knowledge. Knowledge I was hatched with, and when I heard the description I felt it...familiar."
Now I finally had his complete attention. The man stared at me intently, with a look of slight confusion, and begged of me to continue. I flew out of Stannis' lap and stared right back at the Red Priest. I simply had to know. Was this Bringer of Light and Shadow the source of my...strange memories?
"There's..." And then it happened again. Something shook loose in the back of my mind and I let it take over again, "In the Beginning God created the Heaven and Earth. And the Earth was without form, and void; and Darkness was upon the deep."
I sensed more than I felt all of the eyes in Hall upon me, but this was too important. If this Priest had the answers...
"And God said, Let there Be Light; and there was Light. And God saw the Light and said it was Good; and God divided the Light from the Darkness."
The Red Priest's eyes nearly boggled out when he whispered, "Merciful God..." He shook his head, seemingly to clear it, and continued, "I beg of you, continue..."
"Do you feel the words familiar, Red Priest? As I do yours?"
"Aye! It's...not the same, but exceedingly similar. I must know, Dragon...where does this knowledge hail from?"
I almost collapsed in on myself. He did not know...
"I fear I might have disappointed you?"
"I had hoped...you had answers."
Stannis chose that moment to intervene, "I have found that religion often gives you few answers, Orys, and many more questions." The big man extended his hand towards me, I flew over to it and he cradled me into his chest. "Do not grow distraught, my Dragon."
Well, that proved useless and now I have caught the attention of the Red Priest for no gain.
The man made himself heard again, "Your master is right, little one. I fear I have little to offer and less to teach, but what I do have is under your disposal...should you require it."
I craned my neck through Stannis' grip and replied, "Much appreciated, Thoros of-."
And then I lost my train of thought when Robert stood up and bellowed, "House Baratheon has been blessed with much, and I do not know which Gods to thank. Whether our Seven-Who-Are-One prevailed upon fortune or this Lord of Light and Shadow labored for our benefit is unclear." He stared around the room, easily taking charge of the gathered crowd. "What I do know is that my brother has succeeded where generations of Targaryens have failed!"
And the crowd went wild.
Stannis was quick enough to cup to head to shield me from the worst, but I still did not enjoy the outpouring of sound rushing at me. That was one aspect of my being I could stand to grow out of.
"And now, I have hopes he might do the impossible once more. We have found five Dragon eggs in the bowels of Dragonstone, which were warm to the touch. A handful more were located that were deemed unlikely, as a cold chill has taken hold of them and ensured their petrification."
Five warm eggs!
Five!
Once again I was pleased with Stannis' hands sheltering me from the crowds eager shouts.
Robert looked around the Hall once more and spoke with a satisfied expression, "An auspicious number, given that there are five Baratheon eggs for five Baratheons! My brother Stannis, of course, is already spoken for, but his daughter Shireen will cradle together with her egg. The others shall be divided between myself and my young brother Renly! They shall go to my son and heir, Crown Prince Joffrey Baratheon and..."
As he trailed off he smirked exceedingly smugly, "And my latest child, fast growing inside my dearest Queen and likely eager to escape her!"
"Hear Hear!" Echoed through the room, and once it cleared my Human stood.
"As always, your Grace, you shall my every service."
After which the crowd went nuts again!
"Ba-ra-the-on!" "Ba-ra-the-on!" "Ba-ra-the-on!" "Ba-ra-the-on!" "Ba-ra-the-on!" "Ba-ra-the-on!"
AN: Feedback and commentary is greatly appreciated! Please drop a comment to share what you think!
AN2: I honestly did not intend for this to take a religious turn, but in the spirit of my completely unplanned story...the muse wants what the muse wants!
- Location
- Somewhere!
- Pronouns
- She/Her
This is going to end well.
If they are like Temeraire dragons they will be utterly loyal to their humans. Offcourse, they might also not choose those put before them. Or choose none and go feral.
- Location
- Austrlia
Well, it's making me laugh, so, yeah.
Shadowofdeath
DUKE OF DEATH
- Location
- North Las Vegas Nevada
Joffrey is going to skin or get eaten by his won't he
Well, have fun explaining to the Red Priest about the Lightbringer as Punisher of Evil and Ruler of Hell.
That said, you're just asking for a dance?
That said, you're just asking for a dance?
- Location
- Brazil
Doubt it will even hatch, if any random bastard could get a dragon to hatch the Targaryens wouldn't have had the monopoly on dragons for so long, even though they lacked the monopoly on dragon eggs.
I'm eagerly awaiting the moment Cersei goes 'oh, shit' when all her mini-mes lack dragons while every Baratheon and their bastards have theirs. Much Fun to be expected should that occur.
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Do you think she'll be clever enough to frantically fuck Robert until she falls pregnant again?
She hates him to much
- Location
- Brazil
Well, Cersei is pretty hard to predict, being somewhat unbalanced and prone at thinking herself as Tywin with tits (while only being half right). She would have to immediately consider the repercussions of Orys dragonseed sense, which is not quite clear to other people, and not being deluded to think her children superior Lannisterness is enough to fool that. Though running to make a little true born isn't out of the question (Cersei had to bang Bob plenty of times after all), that doesn't guarantee she would be safe from discovery. Plus it would lead to another (likely hated) child having an vast advantage over her favourite spawn, without even having to go into Joffrey's true lineage. Succession wars were fought for less.
For better of for worse (who am I kidding, worse, definitely worse), Cersei doesn't strike me as one prone to half measures. She learned from her daddy to utterly annihilate any threat to her position. Getting rid of Orys and any other dragon would be her best hope. She would likely lack support from her father, though. Unless she spills the beans on the whole incest business--which I very much doubt--Tywin would probably be cool with the idea of dragon riding grandsons, both to the realm stability and to make one of them the first Dragon Lord of Casterly Rock. Tyrion, versed on dragons and the incest, could possible try to help, for Jaime's sake at least.
Granted, as I mentioned, Cersei is crazy and lacking on self-awareness, she could do all sort of things. Maybe even a few smart ones, should the stars align and she takes the threat seriously.
For better of for worse (who am I kidding, worse, definitely worse), Cersei doesn't strike me as one prone to half measures. She learned from her daddy to utterly annihilate any threat to her position. Getting rid of Orys and any other dragon would be her best hope. She would likely lack support from her father, though. Unless she spills the beans on the whole incest business--which I very much doubt--Tywin would probably be cool with the idea of dragon riding grandsons, both to the realm stability and to make one of them the first Dragon Lord of Casterly Rock. Tyrion, versed on dragons and the incest, could possible try to help, for Jaime's sake at least.
Granted, as I mentioned, Cersei is crazy and lacking on self-awareness, she could do all sort of things. Maybe even a few smart ones, should the stars align and she takes the threat seriously.
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- Brazil
If she thinks her children will be able to hatch and tame dragons, she might not end up doing anything. She'll probably just bitch about the baratheon brother's dragons, but will end up following Tywin's lead, since the matter isn't related to the incest. Assuming they're unable to get their own doomlizards, Cersei will find herself in a very bad position, it will be trivial to discover the incest and convince Robert.
If she deduces the kids lack the (likely genetic) ability to be dragon riders, she'll also be between a rock and a hard place. Having a true son with Robert wouldn't really help her and would feel unpleasant on a variety of ways. She could try forbid the kids from having eggs, but it would only arise suspicion and be pointless as Tywin and Bob would trivially overrule her.
I think that only leaves assassinating Orys and getting hid of the warm eggs. The problem is that Cersei lacks the resources to do this. Sure she has her minions, but those are mostly dependent of her position as Robert's wife and Tywin's daughter. If she had access to trusted and competent assassins in canon she wouldn't resort to using her mind-controlling vagina on Lancel and the Kettleblacks to do her dirty work.
Given that Jaime is available, he might end up being the one send to ruin the little dragon's day. Alternatively, Varys might provide a way to do the deal, probably with a degree of separation between him and Cersei, so she gets the blame. It would be in his interests to get rid of the dragon, send an egg to Aegon and put Lannister and Baratheon against each other.
If she deduces the kids lack the (likely genetic) ability to be dragon riders, she'll also be between a rock and a hard place. Having a true son with Robert wouldn't really help her and would feel unpleasant on a variety of ways. She could try forbid the kids from having eggs, but it would only arise suspicion and be pointless as Tywin and Bob would trivially overrule her.
I think that only leaves assassinating Orys and getting hid of the warm eggs. The problem is that Cersei lacks the resources to do this. Sure she has her minions, but those are mostly dependent of her position as Robert's wife and Tywin's daughter. If she had access to trusted and competent assassins in canon she wouldn't resort to using her mind-controlling vagina on Lancel and the Kettleblacks to do her dirty work.
Given that Jaime is available, he might end up being the one send to ruin the little dragon's day. Alternatively, Varys might provide a way to do the deal, probably with a degree of separation between him and Cersei, so she gets the blame. It would be in his interests to get rid of the dragon, send an egg to Aegon and put Lannister and Baratheon against each other.
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Well, she'll have time before giving birth. If she makes the connection, I expect her to miscarry 'mysteriously' and then either fuck Robert for a child that can into dragons, or avoid having children at all.
Of course, she can only avoid having kids for so long (heir and a spare), so she might end up having to fuck Robert anyways.
Her best option is probably to switch between having Robert's kids and Jaime's (assuming she wants to keep having Jaime's kids). Then people will tie dragonseeding to the black hair, and just assume that (due to Lannister blood overwhelming) the blond kids just got unlucky.
Of course, she can only avoid having kids for so long (heir and a spare), so she might end up having to fuck Robert anyways.
Her best option is probably to switch between having Robert's kids and Jaime's (assuming she wants to keep having Jaime's kids). Then people will tie dragonseeding to the black hair, and just assume that (due to Lannister blood overwhelming) the blond kids just got unlucky.
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Well that is one way to cement your rule, your family getting the flying WMDs on your side after centuries. At the same time I somewhat hope the story stays with only one additional dragon, otherwise it lessons the impact of a new dragon on the plot. That said, I cannot wait for the awkward questions to start up if all the Baratheons manage to hatch eggs but Cersei's kids come up empty handed. That or dragon senses are enough to figure out the "heirs" are not the King's.
I'm having the eggs hatch, but Orys will be the only talking one. The rest will be bog standard dragons and a thorough disappointment for our MC.
Also, yes. If Orys gets near Joffery and Myrcella he will definitely be able to smell that they are nothing like Robert and Stannis, but until he gets to Kings landing that point is entirely moot. I doubt cersei would let her precious go off traveling without her and she's still pregnant for now.
Interlude: Stannis Baratheon
289 AC – Interlude: Stannis Baratheon
Robert's damnable smirk just would not cease.
"He said what?"
Still it lingered around his lips, "Orys says he has no intention of sharing you with my Kingdom, Stannis." The smirk slowly turned into a grin, "And he had some choice words for me as well, but that is not a concern for now."
What else could that infernal little creature have said to Robert?
I slowly raised an eyebrow and asked, "Which would be?"
Robert, however, did not reply and instead turned to Maester Cressen. Without needing to be prompted my erstwhile instructor spoke up, "I have confirmed the words of your Dragon, my Lord. Your Lady wife is unfortunately unlikely to provide you with more heirs."
I have neither now, nor ever truly loved my wife and yet I could not but help to feel saddened at the news. Over the years I have come to appreciate the steadfast loyalty of Selyse, but I understand that needs must. Still, to repay suffering through four miscarriages and finally bringing forth a wonderfully healthy daughter seems to me rather ungrateful.
"Are you quite certain?"
Robert barked out instead, "Aye, Stannis. This is not the time for sentimentality-."
I clenched my jaw at that. How dare Robert prattle on to be about sentimentality. If anyone here suffers from an overabundant glorification of emotion it is certainly my illustrious brother.
"-and the weight of our dynasty cannot fall merely on our shoulders." He narrowed his eyes when he continued, "Stop that grinding those teeth of yours, brother. You know this to be true!"
Renly spoke up next, "How will we avoid insulting the Florents, Robert?"
Did he speak to prevent Robert and I from falling to bickering, or was he simply curious? It was always rather difficult to tell with Renly.
"A council seat, should they desire it might suffice. If not..." Robert trailed off before intently locking gazes with me, "If not we could consider allowing Shireen to inherit Dragonstone."
What?
"Explain, if you would brother exactly what sense it makes-."
Instead of an answer I merely got interrupted by him, "We are not lacking in land, Stannis, and even if we were...you have a Dragon. Conquer the Step Stones for any future heirs, if you must. Or settle for Summerhall instead, in which case the Royal Purse shall fund its restoration. I am unwilling to give up the inroads we have made in Reach!"
The ease with which he offers riches now...
"I must consider-."
Something dangerous flashed in Robert's eyes, startling enough to ensure I fell silent immediately. A few tense moments passed, of such a chilling nature that even young Renly stiffened in his seat.
"Obey, is what you must."
What could I possible do but nod and say, "As you will, your Grace."
Summerhall? The Step Stones?
The tension leaked out of my study with my remarks, and all breathed a sight of relief. Except for that faint chill that still lingered faintly in the back of my mind. Robert has ever been short and dismissive of me, but never outright questioning my support of his cause. Was this all I had to look forward to?
"Who do you have in mind for me, your Grace?"
Robert remind silent for just a touch longer before he responded, "There are a few options, brother, so you shall be spoiled for choice."
Of course, simply to needle me he remains quiet ever longer. Stretching out my moment of discomfort as much he could.
"It will, however, have to be a Reach marriage. Preferably to either one of the Meadows daughters, Bethany Redwyne or any of the Marcher Lord's daughters. I shall have Jon reach out to them all."
Redwyne...
"Redwyne..."
Another damnable smirk, "Aye, Bethany Redwyne and her half Tyrell nephews and nieces should certainly keep Mace up at night, wouldn't you agree?"
Is he pretending that was me making my choice??
Before I could to more than breath in deeply, Renly spoke up again.
"What about the Hightowers, Robert? Don't they have one or two half Florent daughters?"
Robert frowned at that suggestion, "You mean to marry of Stannis to the Mad Maid, Renly?"
In return the lad simply snorted loudly, "They have two other suitable daughters, but if you mean to sunder the Reach...certainly only a Redwyne or a Hightower would do. Any other House would find themselves outmatched and assaulted before any call from us could be headed."
That was surprisingly insightful for Renly. Perhaps he is the one man in all the world that actually became better from spending his time in the Royal Court at the capital. And why is it that the implication that Robert should not have chosen a Florent for me does not upset our wise older brother?
Have they grown so close?
"Well?"
Of course Robert refuses to give me some time to think...
I cleared my throat to respond, "The Redwynes would certainly have the easiest time of breaking away from the Tyrells, especially if the prospect of Highgarden was on the table."
There, that was reasonable enough.
"And?"
What?
What more does he want?
"And I believe I've established a working understanding with Lord Paxter. He would prove the less odious of good-brothers."
Robert and Renly snorted in concert.
I chose to ignore it and moved on, "And Hightower...might not side against the Tyrells, even if you call them."
Now Renly shrugged, "You're forgetting their history, brother, and the fact that you have a Dragon. Even if that wasn't the case, merely refusing to acknowledge Highgarden in any potential treason would hamper the Tyrells something fierce."
Robert nodded firmly, "They would lose the better part of thirty thousand swords and all the other vassals that would be emboldened by the Hightowers example."
Did they plan this in advance?
Another firm nod from Robert, as if he just decided something to himself, "You'll pick a daughter from either of those Houses when you come to Court." He stared back up at me again, "And speaking of that, where is Orys? We shall need to discuss how he should present himself before me in open Court."
Renly snorted at first, but mere moments laughter descended in mad laughter.
What?
When he finally controlled himself he said, "I last saw him in your treasury, Stannis. I sincerely doubt you, or anyone else, could move him from there."
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Robert's damnable smirk just would not cease.
"He said what?"
Still it lingered around his lips, "Orys says he has no intention of sharing you with my Kingdom, Stannis." The smirk slowly turned into a grin, "And he had some choice words for me as well, but that is not a concern for now."
What else could that infernal little creature have said to Robert?
I slowly raised an eyebrow and asked, "Which would be?"
Robert, however, did not reply and instead turned to Maester Cressen. Without needing to be prompted my erstwhile instructor spoke up, "I have confirmed the words of your Dragon, my Lord. Your Lady wife is unfortunately unlikely to provide you with more heirs."
I have neither now, nor ever truly loved my wife and yet I could not but help to feel saddened at the news. Over the years I have come to appreciate the steadfast loyalty of Selyse, but I understand that needs must. Still, to repay suffering through four miscarriages and finally bringing forth a wonderfully healthy daughter seems to me rather ungrateful.
"Are you quite certain?"
Robert barked out instead, "Aye, Stannis. This is not the time for sentimentality-."
I clenched my jaw at that. How dare Robert prattle on to be about sentimentality. If anyone here suffers from an overabundant glorification of emotion it is certainly my illustrious brother.
"-and the weight of our dynasty cannot fall merely on our shoulders." He narrowed his eyes when he continued, "Stop that grinding those teeth of yours, brother. You know this to be true!"
Renly spoke up next, "How will we avoid insulting the Florents, Robert?"
Did he speak to prevent Robert and I from falling to bickering, or was he simply curious? It was always rather difficult to tell with Renly.
"A council seat, should they desire it might suffice. If not..." Robert trailed off before intently locking gazes with me, "If not we could consider allowing Shireen to inherit Dragonstone."
What?
"Explain, if you would brother exactly what sense it makes-."
Instead of an answer I merely got interrupted by him, "We are not lacking in land, Stannis, and even if we were...you have a Dragon. Conquer the Step Stones for any future heirs, if you must. Or settle for Summerhall instead, in which case the Royal Purse shall fund its restoration. I am unwilling to give up the inroads we have made in Reach!"
The ease with which he offers riches now...
"I must consider-."
Something dangerous flashed in Robert's eyes, startling enough to ensure I fell silent immediately. A few tense moments passed, of such a chilling nature that even young Renly stiffened in his seat.
"Obey, is what you must."
What could I possible do but nod and say, "As you will, your Grace."
Summerhall? The Step Stones?
The tension leaked out of my study with my remarks, and all breathed a sight of relief. Except for that faint chill that still lingered faintly in the back of my mind. Robert has ever been short and dismissive of me, but never outright questioning my support of his cause. Was this all I had to look forward to?
"Who do you have in mind for me, your Grace?"
Robert remind silent for just a touch longer before he responded, "There are a few options, brother, so you shall be spoiled for choice."
Of course, simply to needle me he remains quiet ever longer. Stretching out my moment of discomfort as much he could.
"It will, however, have to be a Reach marriage. Preferably to either one of the Meadows daughters, Bethany Redwyne or any of the Marcher Lord's daughters. I shall have Jon reach out to them all."
Redwyne...
"Redwyne..."
Another damnable smirk, "Aye, Bethany Redwyne and her half Tyrell nephews and nieces should certainly keep Mace up at night, wouldn't you agree?"
Is he pretending that was me making my choice??
Before I could to more than breath in deeply, Renly spoke up again.
"What about the Hightowers, Robert? Don't they have one or two half Florent daughters?"
Robert frowned at that suggestion, "You mean to marry of Stannis to the Mad Maid, Renly?"
In return the lad simply snorted loudly, "They have two other suitable daughters, but if you mean to sunder the Reach...certainly only a Redwyne or a Hightower would do. Any other House would find themselves outmatched and assaulted before any call from us could be headed."
That was surprisingly insightful for Renly. Perhaps he is the one man in all the world that actually became better from spending his time in the Royal Court at the capital. And why is it that the implication that Robert should not have chosen a Florent for me does not upset our wise older brother?
Have they grown so close?
"Well?"
Of course Robert refuses to give me some time to think...
I cleared my throat to respond, "The Redwynes would certainly have the easiest time of breaking away from the Tyrells, especially if the prospect of Highgarden was on the table."
There, that was reasonable enough.
"And?"
What?
What more does he want?
"And I believe I've established a working understanding with Lord Paxter. He would prove the less odious of good-brothers."
Robert and Renly snorted in concert.
I chose to ignore it and moved on, "And Hightower...might not side against the Tyrells, even if you call them."
Now Renly shrugged, "You're forgetting their history, brother, and the fact that you have a Dragon. Even if that wasn't the case, merely refusing to acknowledge Highgarden in any potential treason would hamper the Tyrells something fierce."
Robert nodded firmly, "They would lose the better part of thirty thousand swords and all the other vassals that would be emboldened by the Hightowers example."
Did they plan this in advance?
Another firm nod from Robert, as if he just decided something to himself, "You'll pick a daughter from either of those Houses when you come to Court." He stared back up at me again, "And speaking of that, where is Orys? We shall need to discuss how he should present himself before me in open Court."
Renly snorted at first, but mere moments laughter descended in mad laughter.
What?
When he finally controlled himself he said, "I last saw him in your treasury, Stannis. I sincerely doubt you, or anyone else, could move him from there."
What?!
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