We ride into king's landing, The Starks and their men carrying their banner while I follow closely behind on my own horse, Three dragons soaring closely above us while my men hold the Targaryen banner with pride. The Armour hugging my body heats me up as the people just add to the heat. I keep one hand on the handle of my sword, the other in control of the reigns.
I stare at the castle, hopping down from my Brown and gray steed, a stable boy quickly grabbing his reigns, and leading him away. I swallow hard and take my gloves off. I watch Ned as someone approaches him.
"Welcome, Lord Stark. Grand Maester Pycelle has called a meeting of the small council. The honor of your presence is requested." A proper man says, bowing to Ned.
Lord Stark looks back, at me and his Girls, Sansa and Arya, "Get the girls settled in, I'll be back in time for supper." Their Septa nods, "And Jory, you go with them." I turn to begin to follow the girls, "Visenya, you come with me." I turn my body toward him and walk in his direction.
"I'm not a part of the small council," I say, curious as to what his response will be.
"Yes, But you are on the Iron Banks council. I'm sure you have many things to report to them." He responds, beginning to walk with the small proper man.
"I do." I sigh, catching up to Ned and the man.
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I walk beside Ned, radiating more confidence and power in these halls and he does. The Proper man, who almost refuses to look at me stands aside as Lannister guards open the doors to the Great hall. We walk in and everything is different. The windows, the columns, everything but the throne, and the steps leading up to it are different. I then realize there is a king guardsman sitting on the steps, looking at something. I get a closer look and realize it's jaime. I wonder how he got here before we did, he was just in Winterfell, same as all of us.
"Thank the Gods you two are here." Jaime says, "About time we had some stern Northern leadership."
"Glad to see you're protecting the throne," Ned replies and I side-eye him, like what the hell man, that hit a little close to home.
Jaime stands almost cockily, "Sturdy old thing. How many Kings asses have polished it I wonder."
"Eighteen," I pronounce, Including Robert.
"Really?" Jaime smirks.
"Us Targaryens created it when our dynasty started, seventeen Targaryen kings have polished it, and One Baratheon."
Jaime nods impressed and turns his attention back to Eddard, "Um, Whats the line? The king shits and the hand wipes."
"Very handsome armor. Not a scratch on it." Ned tries changing the subject. He clearly doesn't like being insulted by the man I've grown to loathe. Not love, loathe.
"I know, People have been swinging at me for years, but they always seem to miss." He smugly says.
"You've chosen your opponents wisely then." Ned sends at him. I can't help but stand and listen to them 'politely' bicker.
Jaime turns his head to the side a bit, "I have a knack for it." I internally roll my eyes at him, "It must be strange for you coming into this room-" He starts but I cut him off by walking to him.
"Nope, find another day to reminisce over the ones who died here," I say, pushing him back lightly, and he nods, listening to me.
I know when I walk away they begin again, I can hear them, especially when they say my father's name like it was sour in their mouths.
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The Hounds Dragon ***Sandor Clegane***
FanficThe daughter of the Mad King Visenya Targaryen ll is faced with many obstacles throughout her years before the downfall of the Targaryen, those obstacles include The hound. She evacuates to The North after the death of her father, she never thought...
