The Emperor From Another Empire(Discontinued)

Squiring for The Bold

Ser Barristan II

It was early in the morrow, I had prepared all that had been needed for His Grace's squiring. Walking down the halls of the Red Keep, I walked to his doors, Ser Balon and Ser Jaime at his doors. Once again, Her Grace had slept in her son's chambers, a mother who loves her firstborn so.

"Ser Balon. Ser Jaime."

"Lord-Commander."

Both Whitecloaks said and nodded to me.

"What brings you here, Ser Barristan?"

Jaime had said with Ser Balon looking at me attentively.

"I am to wake the Prince to start his training."

"Wait here."

Ser Jaime said as he entered the Prince's chambers, I could hear his voice as well as the muffled voice of the Prince's. While waiting, I had contemplated on the character and build of the prince. From what I have seen and heard, the Prince is not like other princes, kind and friendly to all peoples even helping some of the servants.

Yet his build was that of a quite scrawny boy, we shall see to it that his diet shall assist in creating strength in the young prince, I shall speak with the cooks on what foods he is allowed and not allowed on specific days.

Then, the door opened with Ser Jaime coming out, though unfortunately without the prince.

"And what did Her Grace tell you, Ser?"

"She'll have the prince wake up in a minute or two."

"I see, then I shall wait here."

Standing at the other end of the hallway facing the door of the prince, I had contemplated what weapons and styles of combat the prince would flow with, mayhaps he shall be like his father with the warhammer, or that of a sword like his uncle.

Then my thoughts turned to my Brother-In-Cloak, Ser Jaime, I had never asked him but why did he kill his king, was he ordered by his father to do so? Or did he do it out of spite for all the things he did to his sister? I would ask it now.

"Ser Jaime."

"Yes, Lord-Commander?"

"Why did you kill our king?"

At my words of 'our king,' Ser Jaime's face turned into a depressed form of his usual smirk, at least he shows some guilt to his actions.

"You wanna know why, Ser? After six years of his ghost haunting me with the names of 'Kingslayer,' and 'Oathbreaker,' why ask now?"

"Because it is only now did my confidence allow me to ask. Forgive me, Ser Jaime, but I know how much the Mad King insulted and slighted your family for several years."

"That isn't what made me kill him. Why would I kill a man a few hours away from dying? I'd just show him mercy by not allowing Robert or Ned Stark to beat him to a bloody pulp. No. I killed him because he planned to burn all of King's Landing, to destroy everything we see right in front of us now in a blaze of Wildfire."

"And how did you know of such a plot?"

"Before I killed him, he met with one of those pyromancers from the Guild and told him to ignite the fires and allow him to become a dragon unrivaled by any.

"Burn them all."

Those were his exact last words, burn them all, burn every man, woman, and child. Tell me, Ser Barristan, would you have stood and watched as King's Landing burned, as half a million men, women, and children put upon a pyre of Aerys' madness? Would you have done it? Would you have kept your oath, and shut up and stood like a good guard?"