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Yes.
And it wasn't ten thousand.
it was 50,000.
Though, to be fair, she also had a few thousand men helping her out when they started running like bitches.
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Yes.
And it wasn't ten thousand.
it was 50,000.
Though, to be fair, she also had a few thousand men helping her out when they started running like bitches.
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The Private Fortune of Viserys Targaryen:
Personal Finances
Current Treasury after income and expenses: 12,308,276 Dragons
Income
The Vaeltigar Trading Consortium: 650,000 Dr
Interest from Iron Bank accts.: 3,000 Dr
Money From Fighting in Alexander's Army (Return on Investment): 400,000 DR (Three Turns Remaining)
Volantis Apology Payments: 100,000 Dr.
Rogare Protection Money: 200,000 Dr.
Total: 1,303,000 Dragons
Expenses
TTC Expenses: 250,000 Dr
Apartment in Braavos: 5,000 Dr
Manse in Lys: 25,000 Dr
Total: 280,000 Dragons
Population
King's Landing
Health: Weak
-It's an overcrowded, stinking and putrid city. Sources of clean water are insufficient, and sewage is dumped in overflowing gutters. It makes the slums of Braavos and Lys look like palaces by your comparison.
Approval: Mixed
-The people remember the last Dragon King, and are uncertain. The city is divided between those who think you have good intentions and those who are still suspicious.
Prosperity: Tolerable
-King's Landing is normally one of the busiest ports in the realm. Though the war depressed trade, you expect things to pick back up soon.
Current Season: Summer
Facilities:
The Throne of Viserys the III: Your Throne currently, a leftover of the Original Iron Throne, melted down and made a less intimidating throne.
- Dragon Skulls: The Great Hall was once decorated with reminders of the Targaryen dragons, many of them monstrous in size. They are currently stashed away in catacombs.
- Secret Passages: A myriad of ways lead from building to building and out into the city. However, there is but one passage within Maegor's Holdfast, which leads from the king's apartments to the cliffs overlooking Blackwater Bay.
Personal Finances
Current Treasury after income and expenses: 12,308,276 Dragons
Income
The Vaeltigar Trading Consortium: 650,000 Dr
Interest from Iron Bank accts.: 3,000 Dr
Money From Fighting in Alexander's Army (Return on Investment): 400,000 DR (Three Turns Remaining)
Volantis Apology Payments: 100,000 Dr.
Rogare Protection Money: 200,000 Dr.
Total: 1,303,000 Dragons
Expenses
TTC Expenses: 250,000 Dr
Apartment in Braavos: 5,000 Dr
Manse in Lys: 25,000 Dr
Total: 280,000 Dragons
Population
King's Landing
Health: Weak
-It's an overcrowded, stinking and putrid city. Sources of clean water are insufficient, and sewage is dumped in overflowing gutters. It makes the slums of Braavos and Lys look like palaces by your comparison.
Approval: Mixed
-The people remember the last Dragon King, and are uncertain. The city is divided between those who think you have good intentions and those who are still suspicious.
Prosperity: Tolerable
-King's Landing is normally one of the busiest ports in the realm. Though the war depressed trade, you expect things to pick back up soon.
Current Season: Summer
Facilities:
The Throne of Viserys the III: Your Throne currently, a leftover of the Original Iron Throne, melted down and made a less intimidating throne.
- Dragon Skulls: The Great Hall was once decorated with reminders of the Targaryen dragons, many of them monstrous in size. They are currently stashed away in catacombs.
- Secret Passages: A myriad of ways lead from building to building and out into the city. However, there is but one passage within Maegor's Holdfast, which leads from the king's apartments to the cliffs overlooking Blackwater Bay.
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Well, this city will require Huge investments, but it will be worth it.
Well, unlike the previous armies which came to King´s Landing ours did not loot, kill or rape anyone.
And our troops spend quite a lot in taverns, gambling dens, and brothels so we gave the city´s economy a good impulse...
Ok, I hope that we can use it to pay off the debts of the Realm and fund some of Stanni´s Ideas.
Well, I hope that we can make a new one soon and we can replace that Eyesore
Magoose
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The city alone can at max propsparity, give almost a million Dr.
Yeah.
The problem is, we are also bringing back the Dragons.
THat might not end well for the city that has really gone to hell since it's gone.
indeed.
They still are afraid of us.
Yeah, remember when I said that the fotrune was reaming hidden.
Turns out, Garret has been cashing in all our favors for MONEY!
Plus we still have plenty of favors to call in.
I hope you do. I'm sick of that thing.
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Gumiho
Reach heaven through violence!
What happens if we tickle a sleeping dragon?
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Depends on the Dragon.
Ours would nip our fingers and tackle us.
Others... might kill us.
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Did you really mean the Constitution thingy?
Magoose
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It's a possibility to cement a more stable form of government onto Westeros, and push the nation into a future that has been held back from it for so long.
Or we can continue the Absolutist, Feudal society that Westeros has had for thousands of years.
That is entirely up to you, and the Rolls.
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Besides ou Brother, who the top 3 dead Targaryen more likely to haunt Vyserys?
And what does Doran think of his son-in-law?
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Areys, Rhaeynes and his mother.
THe rest are rather... like "No, we're not that desperate for relevance"
Two options:
Doran: Why could you not have been Rhaegar's elder brother then his younger, then all of this could have been avoided!
Also Doran: "HURRY UP AND GIVE ME AN ARMY OF GRAND CHILDREN TO SPOIL YOU SHIT! I'm NOT GETTING ANY YOUNGER!"
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I suppose that it is Aerys II, no? Aerys I doesn´t seem the kind of guy who would even bother to haunt us. Just in case: FUCK YOU DAD!!!
Well, I suppose that Rhaeynes is REALLY pissed off that we married into the Enemy...
And for our poor mom, well I hope that she is happy to see that we kept our promise.
Dammit, I wouldn´t mind being haunted for some chill and interesting relatives, like Jaehaerys I and Alysanne...
Can´t it be a mix of both?
And another far more somber affair, how did Cersei and her children die?
Coudn´t be both
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It's actually Aerys the 1st, the Wizard.
He's going to try and kinda help us with the whole Magic thing. He has experience with it.
Yeah, lets just say she's still salty about being fed to a dragon and wishes to... well not learn from her mistakes that she made.
Also, she has treasures we need to find.
She's... not in a good place.
Possibly, it depends on the Rumor mill that is to come.
And if he is happy or not.
Cersei poisoned Joffery with the Strangler, getting the wrong poison from Pycelle for a quick and painless suicide (Blame that on Littlefinger.). She claimed it was strength potion that would help him face down the enemies at the gate.
Myrcella was stabbed by Cersei when she tried to flee from her mother. That one was an accident that really sent Cersei off the deep end. And Myrcella bled out trying to get away, crying for help the entire time, before she passed out and expired. In fact, if Jaime was a little bit faster in getting to the city, he might have been able to save her.
Tommen, whom might I remind you is only three, was poisoned by Cersei poisoning his milk with sleeping draught, and he overdosed on it, convulsing until he died choaking on his own vomit. Unlike Myrcella, he was alive long enough to see Jaime, and they tried to revive him. But he died shortly afterwords.
Then Cersei went to the window, sure that we could not harm her kids, completely broken and jumped from the highest tower in Kings Landing.
There wasn't much of a body for Jaime to recover.
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Dammit, what did that poor woman do to deserve that?
She has already suffered too much in life, I kind of hoped that she could have gotten some semblance of peace in death and knowing that her children are safe.
There was any reason for Littlefinget to do that? They were going to die anyway, why not let them die painlessly?
Fuck, those really hurt
Was there any option that we could have taken in the previous quest that would have allowed us to save those children?
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Gumiho
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Because, Littlefinger is a spiteful, vindictive, petty creature that happens to look like a man.
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I mean, any reason beyond that...
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Because she wanted to see her little boy again, and the daughter she never knew.
She wanted one last moment to be with her family, that she never got to have.
Actually there was:
He was going to swoop in right before we took the city and take the kids to do a little... well Exiled Baratheons in Essos.
But Jaime, being a badass that he was, disobeyed our orders to get to his sister and kids first. to save them.
So he decided to kill them all and make it look like Pycelle murdered them to curry favor with the new king. When Littlefinger knew it would be a quick way to get murdered by Jaime.
Not while Bobby B was alive.
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SCREAMING AT THE APOCALYPSE
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I missed that this was a thing until just this moment. Damn its good to have this back.
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Glad to hear it, and I hope your commentary is just as insightful and awesome as it was last time.
The King and Land are One
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The King and Land are One:
You wanted to let your rage out onto this man in front of you. To show him the full force of the Dragon that was within you, the fury that had been forcing itself to the surface since you had truly comprehended the great crimes that Robert had procured onto him.
You were sitting on your still warm throne, watching this man, close to 80 years of age, bow down to you and pay homage, while everyone else watched.. He did so slowly, deliberately, as his bones ached and creaked as he rose. To some, he felt too frail that this was cruelty that had been forced upon him.
And if it were any other man, it would be. But not to you. And not to your counicl.
Lord Arryn was many things to the men beside you. He was a man who had raised one of the great men who sat on your council. Lord Stark was looking at you with a glint in his eyes, one that had, for a long time, joined your own. There was no time with brutality. Brutality had caused Westeros to bleed.
Yet among others, Prince Oberyn, and even Lord Stannis, there was something more. Hatred. Disgust.
Disbelief that a man who had Roberts ear would allow him to be so destructive. So careless. So stupid.
"Lord Arryn." You had felt a great deal of venom that was unnesecery to him, but it felt so well in your blood. Waiting just a second longer than you strictly needed to, you call, "I am given to understand you have new concerns about the terms of our agreement," you fold your hands in your lap and lean forward, "and had hoped to renegotiate with the Acting Hand." Arryn simmers with defiance but says nothing. "It occurs to me that, as you're in the city to attend tomorrow's coronation, we could just talk about it now."
"Your Grace is too kind, to trouble yourself with such matters," he manages to get out.
"Think nothing of it," you barely restrain a smug grin. He really didn't want to talk with you. A person didn't need your talents to see that Arryn had clearly hoped to prevail upon Ned Stark's sentiments, and try to weasel out of his part of the accords. A person with your talents, though, they'd be able to tell exactly what the problem was, and know just how to pry the information free. "After all, we can speak with each other as men, father to father." Arryn isn't so skilled as to completely hide his reaction, and while your abilities clued you in on this being his true intention, it is nice to have independent confirmation. You aren't going to be especially generous about it, though, and you present a face of dawning comprehension. "Ohh, I see. That wasn't what you hoped to talk about."
To his credit, he tries. "Well, no, Your Grace. In fact, I had hoped to discuss the matter of the financial--"
"The debts that were to be repaid to the Iron Throne are forgiven. They have been forgiven, as the subject of your parole and release."
"I-" He stammered, wishing to say another word, if not to you, than to Lord Stark, who's eyes glanced at the man sympathetically.
You cut him off. "Yes, you hoped to discuss the financial arrangement. You hoped to convince me that your house and indeed the Eyrie at large, having difficulty of late with coin – outside of the mysteriously wealthy and mysteriously vanished Lord Baelish – would face real difficulties and hardships if forced to pay the price agreed upon. You hoped to labour under this to such a degree as to illicit sympathy, if not from me then from the acting Hand." In the corner of your vision, you think you see Lord Stark scuff his foot on the floor slightly as he intently studies the ground instead of meeting anyone's eye. "You hoped to then suggest that perhaps your great house and bannermen could shoulder more of the work in rebuilding the realm, lend swords to the City Watch, send men and material to the Wall, house displaced smallfolk from the war zones. You hoped to imply this would be a great sacrifice to be made on your part, and indeed it would be." Leaning back slightly, you offer a soft smile.
"And you hoped that you might then suggest it would be an easier sacrifice to bear, if only we could be so kind as to relent on your other concession." Your smile drops. "Do you recognize the nature of your error?"
Arryn mirrors Ned, in studying his feet and the floor. His response is bitter, forlorn. "I hoped."
Well, yes, but I can't actually say that aloud. "No. You hoped to deceive and trick me. And you hoped to deny me what we agreed upon." You lean forward, now, and let your hands grip at the Iron Throne instead of balling into fists. "I am not by nature a vindictive man, given to cruelty or torment. I am not a man that blames people for making mistakes." You fix Arryn with a glare. "But I am a man that will see you pay for them."
You almost soften, for a moment, when he looks up at you and you see not an adversary or a hostile lord, but a tired old man with little left in his life. Almost. "And must my son die for this? That I must pay?"
The iron feels warm beneath your hands, like spilled blood. And for a moment, you thought you felt flames BURN! As you felt the throne warm. "I don't take children from their families to throw them in the Black Cells or murder them. You must be thinking of the other king. You know, the one you did nothing to stop."
At your words, you stood. And you glared at this man, this shell of a man who had tried so hard to hide the horror that he ordered onto others. Even Lord Stark seemd concerned you would break your word in your rage, as you felt yourself rise to your feet, and Lord Arryn almost fell over himself, wondering if he should fall to his knees and beg forgiveness, or to face you like a man.
"Your son will not face the fates you allowed others to," you add one last barb, before continuing. "He will be in the care of Lord Stark, when not attending me as my page, and raised as Lord Stark sees fit." Ned glances at you, a hint of confusion to his look, but he nods and plays his part. "And, as a page and fosterling," your tone softens a touch, "he will not be a hostage – he'll be free to visit and be visited as his guardian allows. And he will be with others his age, and allowed to write to you when I allow it."
Lord Arryn nearly collapsed onto his knees. "Thank you, your Grace." He said, nearly sobbing at your feet, even as he stood. He was shown your mercy, and all the world showed that you were not your father.
You want to take him, to put him on trial for standing by and doing nothing as innocents screamed and died, but there's no law against idleness. You'll settle for taking his son, which no matter what words you offer will keep him up for many nights to come, and stripping him of his knighthood. Idleness in the face of injustice may not be a crime against the law, but it is against his oaths as a knight, and you know that he took pride in that title, one that he earned rather than gained by birth. It doesn't right the wrongs or return the unjustly killed, though. It's a petty, unfulfilling victory, you think. You probably ought to get used to those.
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Viserys of the House Targaryen, the Third of His Name, King of the Andals, the Rhoynar, and the First Men, Lord of the Seven Kingdoms and Protector of the Realm, you heard the words with solemnity and dedication, before the High Septon added to your titles, for the first time in nearly three hundred years, King of All Westeros and Shield of His People. Thinking of it, the old man's voice still clear in your mind, you smile again. Is it a necessary restoration? Not really; king, lord and protector all cover the same ground legally and traditionally. But it's important to you, because of the subtle differences. When people hear that, they won't think of separate kingdoms or separate peoples, they'll think of All Westeros – like thinking of the unity of the Seven-Who-Are-One, rather than the individual facets. The realm to you is sort of an ideal, a generality, a reference to the polity and the land itself, but being the Shield of Your People, you and those who come after you will remember to think of the people, and not just yourselves.
You hadn't been looking for much in the way of grandeur and opulence, and your instructions had been followed, more or less; while this would be a day long remembered, you weren't bankrupting the Realm, and you weren't making it all about you instead of the lands and people you meant to serve. Still, some expenditure had been made – chief among them had been the speedily built, only slightly objected to stage outside, beyond the confines of the Sept, where you would soon repeat the formal coronation before the eyes of the smallfolk. Most of the highborn you've spoken with don't seem to really understand it, and when they think no one can hear them they call it a vanity project. It matters to you, though; you are King of All Westeros now, not just king of the highborn, and you know without doubt that your father thought nothing of the smallfolk. You feel a need to draw a contrast, explicit or not. And so, the High Septon will repeat the procedure, slightly abridged, in an hour's time.
But you did not think much more as the opulence, as you found yourself wandering into the waiting gaze of your new Lord Hand. "Ah, Lord Jaime." at the sound of your voice, relief flooded the Golden Lion's face as he bid farewell to one of the bannermen who was with him, a Lord… Frey? Oh it was Lady Genna's husband, trying to ask for coin to restore himself to the Twins from the Unlikely Olyver, who now sat on the throne. "Can we speak?"
Your smile warmed as Jaime buggered all protocol and hugged you. "I thought you wanted me to show strength?" You joked as he let go.
"They won't care." Jaime replied as the High Lord's and their retainers continued, as if they did not see the embrace. "So tell me, how does it feel, being King?"
"Should I be worried about you?" You asked, the smile was plastered on your face with a clear edge.
"In what way?" He snarked. "A sword in your belly in the future?"
"No. Your position." You stated. "My position as King of Westeros is tenuous as it is, even with Dragons if I lose one of my major allies in the West."
"We already agreed to this Viserys." He said your name with care and respect. "I already transferred and abdicated to Tyrion before I left." Your eyes went very cold for a moment. "I've only ever done my duty to you. Put something in the way of that, and that duty can get muddled and lost and broken. And I cannot do that to you."
"And you trust Tyrion?" You asked. "With my life, and the West?"
Jaime nodded. "With your life? No. With all of Westeros? I wouldn't think of a better man than he."
You nodded, not being able to look reassured at his statement. "You planning to arrest your father?" You asked.
Jaime nodded. "As much as asking the city watch and your… cousin in-laws arrest him on crimes of ordering the death of Princess Rheaynes did cross my mind, and Aegon floated the idea… No." He then shook his head, as you saw Tywin and Gerion exchanging very hostile, but very polite words. "There has been enough chaos with your actions melting down the Throne and waiting to carve a new one out. What wer you thinking?"
"Doing what I needed to do to heal the realm, instead of destroy it." You replied, feeling a great deal of pride in your voice. "Aegon conquered this realm. I mean to reforge it into something greater."
"Even if it takes the rest of your life?" He asked.
"The rest of my life is all I have." You replied. "And besides, with you by my side, i think I can survive it."
Jaime then laughed. "Best be careful then. I can't afford to save your life for the third time."
And you both laughed. Reminiscing about better times.
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Tywin Lannister was someone you needed to face before the day was over. The second coronation was finished and you were back in the Red Keep, eating dinner alone in your quarters. You needed this. No, you had actually desired it and would not take no for an answer.
The knock came quickly enough as you quietly took another bite of the Dornish plumbs, scrumptious and active in their flavor, as Tywin Lannister walked in.
He was every bit a lion of Lannister as Jaime was, even though he had grey on his mutton chops, and he was beginning to bald. His attire was all red, with his tunic being a dark shade of scarlet, and his belt being reddened leather because of bloody course it was. Even as he walked, disarmed, you could see that he was still unnerved about your last encounter with him, where a Dragon ruined his carefully laid plans.
It was very nice to finally see the Old Lion be put in his place. "Your Grace." He bowed as he had a thousand times to lesser men than you. Your father and Robert, both men were not. No, he had failed numerous steps of actual decorum. He did not see you as a… A king that was worthy of respect.
"Lord Tywin." You stated. This was a game of chess now, and you both were players and pieces.
"I must admit, your Grace, I was surprised to hear you wanted to speak to me, after what had transpired." He was being honest but clouded. Lying, yet rather truthful at the same time.
He was harder to read than he was in that tent long ago when he was assured of victory. You wanted to be surprised, but you know a cornered beast was the most dangerous. He saw that from you after all. "Because Lord Tywin, I am not a fool who would blindly throw you in a cell and wait for Oberyn to kill you. I'm not that kind of man. Even if the thought had crossed my mind."
Tywin raised an eyebrow. "What stayed your hand?"
"Curiosity." You stated. "I want to know what drove you to do so many actions. Personally and the most likely answer was possibly your family," Tywin was not surprised or shaken by your answer, in fact, he seemed to take pride in such knowledge, even if he is rather unamused by the answer you playing. "Yet every time I see you, with family and friends, I realize something more and more, and today, it finally hit me."
Lord Tywin remained quiet as if he was judging whether to speak or to remain silent. "It was always about you."
That answer shook the old lion to his core. "Everything you claimed to be fighting for. The Legacy, the family name, your children, the Westerlands, glory, honor. They were only words to you. Words to create a lasting name that will stand the test of time, like Aegon the Conquerer."
You didn't know if there was anger or respect in his eyes. How so easily you tore him apart and his entire motivations. "You wanted to be the Great Tywin Lannister!" You stood, and gestured, not caring about the foolish pose you made. "The man who was the Greatest Lannister since Lann the Clever."
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You smiled more, as you felt his energy lessen, and you knew that beneath his eyes of hard stoicism, you were right. And anything he wanted to try to say against that would be a lie that you would easily see-through. "You are right." He finally relented. "Every word is right."
He than drank the wine across from you.
You smiled. "Thought so."
But Tywin was not done speaking. "So why haven't you killed me, Your Grace? Why have you not stuck me to the men who would see me dead, and see me suffer?"
You smiled. And gave him an answer.
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What do you say to him:
[]Because right now, you're too useful alive. I'm not a fool like Robert, nor a mad man like my father. You have your uses to me, and I am keen to make use of them. I only hope you realize that, and I may make use of you soon enough.
[]I'm not one to kill a guest in my own home. I am just here to give you two options. Go to The East, as my Representative to Lys, and make sure you keep to my interests. Or never come to Kings Landing again under the pain of death. It's a much better offer than I gave to Poor Gregor. Or Armory Lorch in that case. Oberyn played and made them suffer for weeks, after he hunted them down of course, from the hidey holes you gave them.
[]I wanted to tell you about that? The Wine you drank? Poisoned. Oberyn's idea really. I didn't even know about until you were about to walk into that door. I can give you the antidote if you are willing to do what I ask next? Go to the Wall, Serve the Realm, and never ever try to hurt me, my family, or Jaime, ever again.
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You have a plan for the Realm!
What is it?: Please Note that these objectives can be changed every 5 turns, but taking on so many and not completing them may make you look weak to your vessels and abroad.
Completion of said Objective will lead to either choosing another one, or creating a new one.
(Choose as many as you want)
[]To Save the Realm: The Realm needs time to heal from its decades-long bloodshed. The REalm needs peace. So you will give it to them.
[]To Be Debt Free: Robert has squandered the Realms coffers with his appetites and flights of fancy, enough to where the Realm is in serious financial trouble, even with the debts of certain kingdoms forgiven.
[]Expand Naval Defenses: The Royal Navy is not what it was under Lord Stannis as MAster of Ships. It has fallen on the wayside, and there are many reports that your enemies in the east wish to strike back against the Dragon lord who may threaten the Slave Trade.
[]The City the West Desires: Kings Landing will be a capital worthy of being the Capital of this new Westeros.
[]Captians of Industry and Desire: For Far too long, Westeros has been at the end of a staggering Trade deficit to the East, and there is nothing any of the Kings of Westeros wished to change that. You are different. Seeing the East, and the squalor of Westeros, you know it can be better. Far better for everyone.
[]Write in
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You wanted to let your rage out onto this man in front of you. To show him the full force of the Dragon that was within you, the fury that had been forcing itself to the surface since you had truly comprehended the great crimes that Robert had procured onto him.
You were sitting on your still warm throne, watching this man, close to 80 years of age, bow down to you and pay homage, while everyone else watched.. He did so slowly, deliberately, as his bones ached and creaked as he rose. To some, he felt too frail that this was cruelty that had been forced upon him.
And if it were any other man, it would be. But not to you. And not to your counicl.
Lord Arryn was many things to the men beside you. He was a man who had raised one of the great men who sat on your council. Lord Stark was looking at you with a glint in his eyes, one that had, for a long time, joined your own. There was no time with brutality. Brutality had caused Westeros to bleed.
Yet among others, Prince Oberyn, and even Lord Stannis, there was something more. Hatred. Disgust.
Disbelief that a man who had Roberts ear would allow him to be so destructive. So careless. So stupid.
"Lord Arryn." You had felt a great deal of venom that was unnesecery to him, but it felt so well in your blood. Waiting just a second longer than you strictly needed to, you call, "I am given to understand you have new concerns about the terms of our agreement," you fold your hands in your lap and lean forward, "and had hoped to renegotiate with the Acting Hand." Arryn simmers with defiance but says nothing. "It occurs to me that, as you're in the city to attend tomorrow's coronation, we could just talk about it now."
"Your Grace is too kind, to trouble yourself with such matters," he manages to get out.
"Think nothing of it," you barely restrain a smug grin. He really didn't want to talk with you. A person didn't need your talents to see that Arryn had clearly hoped to prevail upon Ned Stark's sentiments, and try to weasel out of his part of the accords. A person with your talents, though, they'd be able to tell exactly what the problem was, and know just how to pry the information free. "After all, we can speak with each other as men, father to father." Arryn isn't so skilled as to completely hide his reaction, and while your abilities clued you in on this being his true intention, it is nice to have independent confirmation. You aren't going to be especially generous about it, though, and you present a face of dawning comprehension. "Ohh, I see. That wasn't what you hoped to talk about."
To his credit, he tries. "Well, no, Your Grace. In fact, I had hoped to discuss the matter of the financial--"
"The debts that were to be repaid to the Iron Throne are forgiven. They have been forgiven, as the subject of your parole and release."
"I-" He stammered, wishing to say another word, if not to you, than to Lord Stark, who's eyes glanced at the man sympathetically.
You cut him off. "Yes, you hoped to discuss the financial arrangement. You hoped to convince me that your house and indeed the Eyrie at large, having difficulty of late with coin – outside of the mysteriously wealthy and mysteriously vanished Lord Baelish – would face real difficulties and hardships if forced to pay the price agreed upon. You hoped to labour under this to such a degree as to illicit sympathy, if not from me then from the acting Hand." In the corner of your vision, you think you see Lord Stark scuff his foot on the floor slightly as he intently studies the ground instead of meeting anyone's eye. "You hoped to then suggest that perhaps your great house and bannermen could shoulder more of the work in rebuilding the realm, lend swords to the City Watch, send men and material to the Wall, house displaced smallfolk from the war zones. You hoped to imply this would be a great sacrifice to be made on your part, and indeed it would be." Leaning back slightly, you offer a soft smile.
"And you hoped that you might then suggest it would be an easier sacrifice to bear, if only we could be so kind as to relent on your other concession." Your smile drops. "Do you recognize the nature of your error?"
Arryn mirrors Ned, in studying his feet and the floor. His response is bitter, forlorn. "I hoped."
Well, yes, but I can't actually say that aloud. "No. You hoped to deceive and trick me. And you hoped to deny me what we agreed upon." You lean forward, now, and let your hands grip at the Iron Throne instead of balling into fists. "I am not by nature a vindictive man, given to cruelty or torment. I am not a man that blames people for making mistakes." You fix Arryn with a glare. "But I am a man that will see you pay for them."
You almost soften, for a moment, when he looks up at you and you see not an adversary or a hostile lord, but a tired old man with little left in his life. Almost. "And must my son die for this? That I must pay?"
The iron feels warm beneath your hands, like spilled blood. And for a moment, you thought you felt flames BURN! As you felt the throne warm. "I don't take children from their families to throw them in the Black Cells or murder them. You must be thinking of the other king. You know, the one you did nothing to stop."
At your words, you stood. And you glared at this man, this shell of a man who had tried so hard to hide the horror that he ordered onto others. Even Lord Stark seemd concerned you would break your word in your rage, as you felt yourself rise to your feet, and Lord Arryn almost fell over himself, wondering if he should fall to his knees and beg forgiveness, or to face you like a man.
"Your son will not face the fates you allowed others to," you add one last barb, before continuing. "He will be in the care of Lord Stark, when not attending me as my page, and raised as Lord Stark sees fit." Ned glances at you, a hint of confusion to his look, but he nods and plays his part. "And, as a page and fosterling," your tone softens a touch, "he will not be a hostage – he'll be free to visit and be visited as his guardian allows. And he will be with others his age, and allowed to write to you when I allow it."
Lord Arryn nearly collapsed onto his knees. "Thank you, your Grace." He said, nearly sobbing at your feet, even as he stood. He was shown your mercy, and all the world showed that you were not your father.
You want to take him, to put him on trial for standing by and doing nothing as innocents screamed and died, but there's no law against idleness. You'll settle for taking his son, which no matter what words you offer will keep him up for many nights to come, and stripping him of his knighthood. Idleness in the face of injustice may not be a crime against the law, but it is against his oaths as a knight, and you know that he took pride in that title, one that he earned rather than gained by birth. It doesn't right the wrongs or return the unjustly killed, though. It's a petty, unfulfilling victory, you think. You probably ought to get used to those.
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Viserys of the House Targaryen, the Third of His Name, King of the Andals, the Rhoynar, and the First Men, Lord of the Seven Kingdoms and Protector of the Realm, you heard the words with solemnity and dedication, before the High Septon added to your titles, for the first time in nearly three hundred years, King of All Westeros and Shield of His People. Thinking of it, the old man's voice still clear in your mind, you smile again. Is it a necessary restoration? Not really; king, lord and protector all cover the same ground legally and traditionally. But it's important to you, because of the subtle differences. When people hear that, they won't think of separate kingdoms or separate peoples, they'll think of All Westeros – like thinking of the unity of the Seven-Who-Are-One, rather than the individual facets. The realm to you is sort of an ideal, a generality, a reference to the polity and the land itself, but being the Shield of Your People, you and those who come after you will remember to think of the people, and not just yourselves.
You hadn't been looking for much in the way of grandeur and opulence, and your instructions had been followed, more or less; while this would be a day long remembered, you weren't bankrupting the Realm, and you weren't making it all about you instead of the lands and people you meant to serve. Still, some expenditure had been made – chief among them had been the speedily built, only slightly objected to stage outside, beyond the confines of the Sept, where you would soon repeat the formal coronation before the eyes of the smallfolk. Most of the highborn you've spoken with don't seem to really understand it, and when they think no one can hear them they call it a vanity project. It matters to you, though; you are King of All Westeros now, not just king of the highborn, and you know without doubt that your father thought nothing of the smallfolk. You feel a need to draw a contrast, explicit or not. And so, the High Septon will repeat the procedure, slightly abridged, in an hour's time.
But you did not think much more as the opulence, as you found yourself wandering into the waiting gaze of your new Lord Hand. "Ah, Lord Jaime." at the sound of your voice, relief flooded the Golden Lion's face as he bid farewell to one of the bannermen who was with him, a Lord… Frey? Oh it was Lady Genna's husband, trying to ask for coin to restore himself to the Twins from the Unlikely Olyver, who now sat on the throne. "Can we speak?"
Your smile warmed as Jaime buggered all protocol and hugged you. "I thought you wanted me to show strength?" You joked as he let go.
"They won't care." Jaime replied as the High Lord's and their retainers continued, as if they did not see the embrace. "So tell me, how does it feel, being King?"
"Should I be worried about you?" You asked, the smile was plastered on your face with a clear edge.
"In what way?" He snarked. "A sword in your belly in the future?"
"No. Your position." You stated. "My position as King of Westeros is tenuous as it is, even with Dragons if I lose one of my major allies in the West."
"We already agreed to this Viserys." He said your name with care and respect. "I already transferred and abdicated to Tyrion before I left." Your eyes went very cold for a moment. "I've only ever done my duty to you. Put something in the way of that, and that duty can get muddled and lost and broken. And I cannot do that to you."
"And you trust Tyrion?" You asked. "With my life, and the West?"
Jaime nodded. "With your life? No. With all of Westeros? I wouldn't think of a better man than he."
You nodded, not being able to look reassured at his statement. "You planning to arrest your father?" You asked.
Jaime nodded. "As much as asking the city watch and your… cousin in-laws arrest him on crimes of ordering the death of Princess Rheaynes did cross my mind, and Aegon floated the idea… No." He then shook his head, as you saw Tywin and Gerion exchanging very hostile, but very polite words. "There has been enough chaos with your actions melting down the Throne and waiting to carve a new one out. What wer you thinking?"
"Doing what I needed to do to heal the realm, instead of destroy it." You replied, feeling a great deal of pride in your voice. "Aegon conquered this realm. I mean to reforge it into something greater."
"Even if it takes the rest of your life?" He asked.
"The rest of my life is all I have." You replied. "And besides, with you by my side, i think I can survive it."
Jaime then laughed. "Best be careful then. I can't afford to save your life for the third time."
And you both laughed. Reminiscing about better times.
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Tywin Lannister was someone you needed to face before the day was over. The second coronation was finished and you were back in the Red Keep, eating dinner alone in your quarters. You needed this. No, you had actually desired it and would not take no for an answer.
The knock came quickly enough as you quietly took another bite of the Dornish plumbs, scrumptious and active in their flavor, as Tywin Lannister walked in.
He was every bit a lion of Lannister as Jaime was, even though he had grey on his mutton chops, and he was beginning to bald. His attire was all red, with his tunic being a dark shade of scarlet, and his belt being reddened leather because of bloody course it was. Even as he walked, disarmed, you could see that he was still unnerved about your last encounter with him, where a Dragon ruined his carefully laid plans.
It was very nice to finally see the Old Lion be put in his place. "Your Grace." He bowed as he had a thousand times to lesser men than you. Your father and Robert, both men were not. No, he had failed numerous steps of actual decorum. He did not see you as a… A king that was worthy of respect.
"Lord Tywin." You stated. This was a game of chess now, and you both were players and pieces.
"I must admit, your Grace, I was surprised to hear you wanted to speak to me, after what had transpired." He was being honest but clouded. Lying, yet rather truthful at the same time.
He was harder to read than he was in that tent long ago when he was assured of victory. You wanted to be surprised, but you know a cornered beast was the most dangerous. He saw that from you after all. "Because Lord Tywin, I am not a fool who would blindly throw you in a cell and wait for Oberyn to kill you. I'm not that kind of man. Even if the thought had crossed my mind."
Tywin raised an eyebrow. "What stayed your hand?"
"Curiosity." You stated. "I want to know what drove you to do so many actions. Personally and the most likely answer was possibly your family," Tywin was not surprised or shaken by your answer, in fact, he seemed to take pride in such knowledge, even if he is rather unamused by the answer you playing. "Yet every time I see you, with family and friends, I realize something more and more, and today, it finally hit me."
Lord Tywin remained quiet as if he was judging whether to speak or to remain silent. "It was always about you."
That answer shook the old lion to his core. "Everything you claimed to be fighting for. The Legacy, the family name, your children, the Westerlands, glory, honor. They were only words to you. Words to create a lasting name that will stand the test of time, like Aegon the Conquerer."
You didn't know if there was anger or respect in his eyes. How so easily you tore him apart and his entire motivations. "You wanted to be the Great Tywin Lannister!" You stood, and gestured, not caring about the foolish pose you made. "The man who was the Greatest Lannister since Lann the Clever."
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You smiled more, as you felt his energy lessen, and you knew that beneath his eyes of hard stoicism, you were right. And anything he wanted to try to say against that would be a lie that you would easily see-through. "You are right." He finally relented. "Every word is right."
He than drank the wine across from you.
You smiled. "Thought so."
But Tywin was not done speaking. "So why haven't you killed me, Your Grace? Why have you not stuck me to the men who would see me dead, and see me suffer?"
You smiled. And gave him an answer.
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What do you say to him:
[]Because right now, you're too useful alive. I'm not a fool like Robert, nor a mad man like my father. You have your uses to me, and I am keen to make use of them. I only hope you realize that, and I may make use of you soon enough.
[]I'm not one to kill a guest in my own home. I am just here to give you two options. Go to The East, as my Representative to Lys, and make sure you keep to my interests. Or never come to Kings Landing again under the pain of death. It's a much better offer than I gave to Poor Gregor. Or Armory Lorch in that case. Oberyn played and made them suffer for weeks, after he hunted them down of course, from the hidey holes you gave them.
[]I wanted to tell you about that? The Wine you drank? Poisoned. Oberyn's idea really. I didn't even know about until you were about to walk into that door. I can give you the antidote if you are willing to do what I ask next? Go to the Wall, Serve the Realm, and never ever try to hurt me, my family, or Jaime, ever again.
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You have a plan for the Realm!
What is it?: Please Note that these objectives can be changed every 5 turns, but taking on so many and not completing them may make you look weak to your vessels and abroad.
Completion of said Objective will lead to either choosing another one, or creating a new one.
(Choose as many as you want)
[]To Save the Realm: The Realm needs time to heal from its decades-long bloodshed. The REalm needs peace. So you will give it to them.
[]To Be Debt Free: Robert has squandered the Realms coffers with his appetites and flights of fancy, enough to where the Realm is in serious financial trouble, even with the debts of certain kingdoms forgiven.
[]Expand Naval Defenses: The Royal Navy is not what it was under Lord Stannis as MAster of Ships. It has fallen on the wayside, and there are many reports that your enemies in the east wish to strike back against the Dragon lord who may threaten the Slave Trade.
[]The City the West Desires: Kings Landing will be a capital worthy of being the Capital of this new Westeros.
[]Captians of Industry and Desire: For Far too long, Westeros has been at the end of a staggering Trade deficit to the East, and there is nothing any of the Kings of Westeros wished to change that. You are different. Seeing the East, and the squalor of Westeros, you know it can be better. Far better for everyone.
[]Write in
AN: enjoy.
And Please Vote in Plan Format.
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Sorry, but what do you mean by this?
What kind of plan and on which subjects.
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Oh shit I put a previous edit. Give me a moment to give a few of those options that I made. Sorry bout that.
But the Plan for the REalm is what you want to get done, what projects you wish to complete.
Say for example: Have a budget surplus, improve the roads of Westeros, Make Kings Landing into a modern city, Expand Naval dominence.
Get a Trade Surplus.
Make a more robust system of inheritence.
Things like that.
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Ok, then I suggest you put a moratorium of a few hours so that people can come up with ideas to add to the list...