Dynasty / Arya Stark X oc Male

21. Fire and Blood

Garrett hated when his father attended meetings. Nothing ever good happened when robert was in attendance. Besides having to leave arya now he was stuck with his father.

Ned wanted to speak to robert and garrett alone before all this but realized there wasnt time there wasnt a chance between robert throwing a hissy fit and demanding another war.

"The whore is pregnant."

"You're speaking of murdering a child." Ned corrected.

Dont marry her.

Someone like you?

"I warned you this would happen. Back in the North, I warned you, but you didn't care to hear. Well, hear it now. I want 'em dead, mother and child both. And that fool, Viserys as well. Is that plain enough for you? I want them both dead." Robert demanded.

Garretts head tipped back. What was he going to do?

"You will dishonor yourself forever if you do this." Ned declared.

"Honor?! I've got Seven Kingdoms to rule! One King, Seven Kingdoms. Do you think honor keeps them in line? Do you think it's honor that's keeping the peace? It's fear! Fear and blood!"

"Careful father your targaryen is showing."
Garrett said low in his throat. Robert looked ready to rip his sons throat with his teeth but ned spoke up pulling his vicious attention back to him.

"Then we're no better than the Mad King." Ned corrected.

"Careful, Ned. Careful now." Robert grumbled. "The both of you." He added with a side eyed glare to garrett.

"You want to assassinate a girl... Because the Spider heard a rumor?" Ned reminded him.

"No rumor, my Lord. The princess is with child." Varys answered

"Based on whose information?" Ned questioned.

"Ser Jorah Mormont. He is serving as adviser to the Targaryens." Varys answered.

" Mormont? You bring us the whispers of a traitor half a world away and call it fact?" Ned questioned.

"what's that look for?"

" what look?" Arya countered.

" is a boy in your room?" Sansa asked peering past.

"No."

" then what does that look for?"

" I don't have a look!" Arya demanded.

"Jorah Mormont's a slaver, not a traitor. Small difference, I know, to an honorable man." Petyr corrected

"He broke the law, betrayed his family, fled our land. We commit murder on the word of this man?" Ned looked around the group. He looked to Garrett but he knew better than to speak against his father in the middle of a council meeting. If the girl came with fire and blood like her father she would cause chaos unlike anything they had ever faced before, especially with a dothraki army, maybe his father was right in this.

" And if he's right? If she has a son? A Targaryen at the head of a Dothraki army... What then?" Robert demanded.

"The Narrow Sea still lies between us. I'll fear the Dothraki the day they teach their horses to run on water." Ned countered.

" Do nothing? That's your wise advice? Do nothing til our enemies are on our shores? You're my council? Counsel! Speak sense to this honorable fool." Robert barked.

"I understand your misgivings, my Lord. Truly, I do. It is a terrible thing we must consider, a vile thing. Yet, we who presume to rule must sometimes do vile things for the good of the realm. Should the gods grant Daenerys a son, the realm will bleed." Varys added.

The realms will bleed. Garrett met his fathers gaze, it was a look of strategy like Varys was thinking, but of fury and rage. Wanting to be in control.

"I bear this girl no ill will, but should the Dothraki invade, how many innocents will die? How many towns will burn?" Garrett finally spoke up. "I dont know if she is like her father but if she comes and kills tens of thousands... I couldnt live with myself if we allowed such a thing when we could have stopped it."

"We should have had them both killed years ago." Renly added.

"When you find yourself in bed with an ugly woman, best close your eyes, get it over with. Cut her throat. Be done with it." Petyr smirked.

"nice visual Bealish." Garrett murmured.

"I followed you into war - twice, without doubts, without second thoughts. But I will not follow you now. The Robert I grew up with didn't tremble at the shadow of an unborn child." Ned begged.

"She dies." Robert corrected, demanded.

" I will have no part in it." Ned countered.

" You're the King's Hand, Lord Stark. You'll do as I command or I'll find me a Hand who will." Robert corrected so Ned put his badge on the table before them.

" And good luck to him. I thought you were a better man." Ned corrected.

"Out! Out, damn you! I'm done with you. Go! Run back to Winterfell! I'll have your head on a spike! I'll put it there myself, you fool! You think you're too good for this? Too proud and honorable? This is a war!"