NOVEL NEXT Chapter 1: Chapter 1: Sack of King's Landing
Calendar Year: 283 AC — Sack of King's landing
Location: Red Keep
As I sit here, upon my majestic iron throne overlooking the empty halls, tapping my crude long fingers against the thrones' sharp edges. Thinking to myself of what I just heard,
'The Lannister army is here at the front of my City? Are they finally here to solve those treasonous bastards who defy my will and bring chaos upon my realm? But why are they here now and not at the battle at the Royal Trident where my son perished. I have been sending Ravens for months and only now has he shown up… Tywin Lannister… I will have you burned for this.'
My violet eyes kept darting around the room until it finally landed on Varys… my master of whispers.
Looking at the slow glow of light bouncing off the top of his bald head, and the fine silk clothes wrapped around his round body, I couldn't help smiling in a cruel grin.
"The Lannister's are at our gates, you say?… With an army of around 12,000 soldiers, you say?… are they finally here to put an end to this war against those TRAITOROUS USURPERS!"
The more I talked, the more anger I felt within my chest. I wanted to roar out with fire, but all I could do was increase the tone of my voice.
My voice echoed the empty halls, nearly frightening my two advisors who are with me, Varys and Pycelle, my Grand Maester.
"My King, these Lannister men cannot be trusted, they have waited until now to show up, and are asking to come inside the gate. I do not feel this is right, especially by their vast numbers. I suggest we keep the gates closed and ask to defend King's Landing from outside." I heard my master of whispers Varys say softly in my ear, The way he talked to me seemed like coaxing a child…
'I AM NOT A CHILD' I growled inside my heart.
"Do not trust Tywin Lannister, Your Grace. The lion smiles, but his claws are ever sharp. His army will-"
I heard an older man's voice cut off Varys
"Your Grace, Lord Tywin has been your loyal servant for decades. Why would he betray you now, at this hour of need? He comes to protect you and to help secure your throne from those inhumane men that slaughtered your perfect son…" I turned my head to see my Grand Maester Pycelle who quickly stammered in response to Varys' words of council towards me.
The older man took deep breaths and continued with a sigh, as if remembering something, "Such a noble child... slain by traitors for something as meaningless as kidnapping?" His face showed anguish and regret as though Rhaegar was his son. Such emotions show he deserves to be my Targaryen Grand Maestor.
However, the more I listened to the two bickering in my ear, about to let and not let inside my city, I felt my blood start to soar in anger again.
I know I need to heed the advice from my council and that's why they are here, but the more I listen, the more I want to burn these two alive for my pleasure.
Now that would make me feel exhilarating, not having to listen to anyone anymore and do what I the king wants to do.
My thoughts start to turn as I think more about my son Rhaegar dying at the Trident and Tywin only now showing up.
'Tywin Lannister has waited until now to bring his army after I have already lost my son. Why am I being treated like this… in my own city that my family has conquered… I cannot accept it. Since my son has been killed by his disobedience and delay, how about I kill his son, that young Kingsguard. The one I chose in spite of Tywin for not allowing me to bed his wife. Did he really think I wouldn't leave to see his hosting of the tournament?'
My gaze turns to the front, towards the closed doors of my throne room, my vision seemingly seems to pierce them looking right at my Kingsguard Jaimie Lannister who I asked to wait outside.
On second thought that would be unbefitting of me, and how would anyone else want to become my Kingsguard afterwards if it was found out, I must think of a better solution.
'It would be more interesting to see his son slice off that cunning lion's head, there are other Lannister's to take over his house afterwards if needed, that Imp would be very well suited'
I start to crackle at my own insidious idea, with this idea gradually taking a firm hold onto my mind, the more I believe it needs to be done.
Coming out of my own thoughts, I wanted to answer the problem at hand of the Lannister army still at my front gate.
I wanted to get a word in, but I just noticed now that they are still talking at the same time, trying to convince me or each other why their thoughts are correct.
Their talking started to turn from noisy chatter to a roaring dragon scream piercing my ears, forcing me to yell at them.
"SHUT THE HELL UP, THE BOTH OF YOU…" I take a few breaths to regain my posture as the noise quiets down. "Let Tywin and his army inside the gat-"
"Your Grace, we should not-" Varys interrupted me once more, but this time I was not going to let him continue talking, or I will have him burned alive.
"One more word out of your mouth Varys, and I'll let you burn… Send word to my bastard that I have a job for him."
On second thought, I called for my bastard Daeryn Waters I had with a whore about twenty name days ago. I took him in my side and promised to redeem his bastard birthright and make him a prince.
One promise even I don't think I would have followed through on, but he believed it and cried with joy. Heh, he clearly doesn't have any true dragon blood in him, his hair was even black and his eyes red.
"Right… Right Away, your grace" Pycelle turns around and leaves to bring back my bastard son Daeryn Waters.
As Pycelle turns to leave, I hear Varys speaking in a soft whisper like he always does, giving Pycelle the instructions that Daeryn was last seen in the handmaiden's chambers.
The master of whisperers is a unique title I granted him after he and his 'little birds' he calls them. These little guys are able to collect vast information around all Planetos.
Looking over at Pycelle who thoughtfully remembered and recounted aloud that Daeryn was with his wife due to her being in labor today.
Also, Pycelle says he knows this because he sent the Maester who was going to receive the child.
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After Pycelle walked out of the throne room doors, the first thing that caught his eyes was a bright shimmering golden armour, suited on a young handsome knight, with lush golden hair down to his neck, meticulously combed backwards.
He looked like any fabled story of a knight in shining armour, this man was the Kingsguard to Aerys II, his name… Jaimie Lannister.
Keeping his eyes low to the ground, Pycelle leaves the vicinity of Jaimie Lannister and heads to the handmaiden's chambers inside Maegor's Holdfast.
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I was startled for a moment when the doors opened behind me, since I was in the middle of thinking and most of my attention otherwise was of what would be coming from the front, should a situation arise.
I tend to think a lot, since there's nothing much left to do besides that, well except for the occasional teasing look I give as the maids or noble ladies walk through these halls.
I was just left standing here doing nothing besides the obvious truth of guarding… However, I do enjoy the feeling of being very imposing,
I mean, I am the youngest Kingsguard in history.
What I was thinking before was about what my father was doing outside the city, was he truly here to offer allegiance to my King?.
I want to believe he is here for that, but I also know how the king was talking about my mother before she passed
I heard it from Grand Maester Pycelle.
I don't really understand why he would tell me these things. It might have been a test… hoping to see if I will rush right into the room and kill my King?.
No, I couldn't do that.
This is also the reason I knew how much my father loved my mother, as he was able to abandon being the hand of the king due to this. Or at least I have conjectured that myself with some rumors I hear.
So now here I am, standing here contemplating my fathers goal. If my father truly is here to offer our houses allegiance then I don't need to think much anymore.
I was never perfect at thinking, my sister was, though, far smarter than me.
Cersei, just thinking about her now, makes me feel a burst of hot blood flooding to my lower abdomen.
Although I am to bear no children and refrain from other lovers, but I can't help myself from my sister, she was truly a blessing by the seven.
I miss her dearly, I haven't seen her since I was a squire, before I was truly committed to this whole knight thing, we had an unspeakable night.
Shaking my thoughts of Cersei's beautiful naked figure out of my mind, I got back on track. Compared to my sister's brilliant wits and smarts, I was great at fighting.
I believe that with enough time, no one will be able to best me and I will bring glory to my King, even better than my idol Arthur Dayne.
My mind quickly starts to wonder about the worst outcome.
If my father isn't here to surrender, do I as the Kingsguard defend my King against my father? Or do I forsake my vow and be known as an oath breaker… to be honest, I didn't like such a thought at all.
I am a Kingsguard, and I'm proud of it.
As I keep having these tormented and fragmented thoughts gnawing at me the door behind me opens quickly, startling me as I see Grand Maester Pycelle look at me with his squinting eyes, but quickly darts his focus to the ground,
He started mumbling something and leaving my eyesight towards Maegor's Holdfast where princess Elia is.
Shaking my head, I turn back inside the Throne room, my eyes moving to where my King sits upon that majestic glorious throne, the swords inlaid add a strong oppression and might, how I wish I could sit on it too.