A Wolf of War (Completed)

Hunter V

— The news of the Queens' coronations broke through the barriers of the Direwolf Hall. The Old Wolf heard the chatter from the ravens, who had arrived from the south, and he planned his ride accordingly.

Sansa Stark, the eldest daughter of Lord Eddard Stark and Lady Catelyn Tully, was crowned the Queen of the North after the Targaryen army fled south. A letter came to the Old Wolf while at an inn in the Riverlands.

Daenerys Targaryen, the only daughter of King Aerys Targaryen and Queen Rhaella Targaryen, was crowned the Queen of the Six Kingdoms after the Lannister army surrendered. A letter came to the Old Wolf while at an inn in the Crownlands.

He arrived in King's Landing not long after the Targaryen coronation; he interrupted a trial as he did so, and he gave his opinions as any man would. The Old Wolf watched as the Queen's council slowly started to rip itself apart before he inserted himself into the mix. He moved as gracefully as he always had, but he knew exactly what points he should be hitting without striking a nerve.

He made his way onto the Small Council, he always had. How many Targaryen kings did he serve? Fifteen out seventeen kings, each one with their own unique style of ruling. The worst ones were truly never the monsters. The blessed ones were always the true horrors.

He hated the Baratheons, he always had. With their lust for battle malice and domineering problems. He wasn't very fond of the Tyrells nor the Arryns; both groups stood above everyone else, and they thought they knew what was best among the clouds or the golden fields.

He never truly liked the Martells, but he gave them props for holding off against the Targaryens for so long. Cocky bastards. The Greyjoys, he despised, a group of pirates who were only good at thieving and the lust for the sea.

He could stand the Starks, but they weren't exactly his blood. They feuded with him, and never let it go that he wouldn't bend the knee. What cowards.

The Tullys, his flesh and blood, he had always sworn to protect them. His family, his duty, and his honor. The Targaryens, they were his blood but never his flesh. They treated him with respect, and he treated them with the same. But they had their faults, ignorance, and boasts.

— Once he secured the vital position, Hunter found the newly built Tower of the Hand a better improvement than the last. It was a lot larger, more flexible when housing soldiers, and the tunnels were still the same. Slowly, things started to move forward. With the Lannister twins gone, with the little lion Lannister in a lower position, with the Queen knowing the truth about her lover and her nephew, it was all moving onward. Good, let it move on.

Although the one thing he despised about the new tower was that its histories and secrets were unlike the tower of old. Out of all things, wildfire was what killed the tower. Maegor would have had Cersei's head; no, Hunter was the one who proposed the Tower of the Hand. Maegor only cared about the secret passageways, and killing the builders who built the keep. It was Hunter who proposed many of the buildings within the keep; the holdfast was protected by heavy walls and enough battlements that any other castles across the continent, seem unprotected. As long as the royal family, and all of the little children of court were safe, then that was all that mattered.