The Little Cub
Part 38 - The Rogue Prince
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The war over Seagard was not over to Lord Ryan, but my part in the fighting was done. Two thousand men from Dragonstone had died in the Riverlands, and everywhere I went I could sense that I was blamed for their demise. Fifteen thousand citizens of Dragonstone and Driftmark, both men and women, had died in the rebellion against King Edric a few years ago. I'd taken with me to war what few men still remained and caused even more sorrow to my folk. I was not proud of my actions, but men would've died even if the war had been won. There was no going around that fact.
Clayton, Gaston and Ser Guyard had survived the campaign as well, and returned to Dragonstone with me. I would've taken my cousin Ser Horas Flowers with us as well, but I had needed someone to stay in Dragonstone and train the people. Since he was my master-at-arms, the task had fallen to him. He sat in my council and I considered him both a good friend and advisor of mine. That is why it surprised me when he said after my return that perhaps it would've been the best if I hadn't left in the first place. I know he didn't mean to insult me, but the comment hurt nevertheless because I knew there was truth in it. I knew he wasn't the only one who thought the same way, and only spoke with a voice of those thousands of people who'd lost their loved ones.
As time went by, King Tommen was spoken about highly and I couldn't help but to try become as great man as he'd been. My father's first war had been in the Riverlands as well, but with far better success. Being aware of that, I felt disappointed with myself for not being worthy enough to continue in his footsteps. I was frustrated and angry, and no longer bothered to hide my feelings whenever something didn't go my way.
King Edric hadn't bothered himself with the war, and that gave me one reason more to hate him. He'd stripped me from all my de-jure vassals as the Lord of Dragonstone after usurping the Iron Throne, but after my coming of age he'd returned some of them. Now he took another step forward and granted me Driftmark, one of the two islands at the mouth of Blackwater Bay. My uncle no doubt expected to earn my loyalty for a few more years with the action, but I was not so easily bought. Driftmark was held by the Velaryons, and the Pirate King Aurane Waters was a bastard from that family. Even the fact that his kin had been allowed to live like nothing had happened despite Aurane's betrayal was a mockery, and I'd planned to take action long ago. Even if I could not declare a war on King Aurane, I could hurt him by wounding his family's name and pride.
I'd fabricated a claim on Driftmark which now gave me a valid reason to revoke Driftmark from the boy lord it was currently ruled by. Balman Velaryon had no other option but to give up his lands, and by becoming the Lord of Driftmark I gained even tighter control over the High Lordship of Dragonstone. The minor vassals in Driftmark now answered to me, and I no longer needed to depend on whether Balman liked me or not to raise soldiers from Driftmark.
My relationship with Lyra hadn't been the same after I returned. She had given birth to a child, my son, who I'd publicly acknowledged. We both were under great pressure, having openly admitted our affair after Durran's birth, and things simply couldn't go back to what they once were. The heat of the moment was gone, replaced by cold reality and a burden of being a father. Lyra and myself both had changed, and the time spent apart had been long enough for us to grow apart. It could've been simple to end our affair, but she was also pregnant once again. I'd put another child inside of her not long after Durran's birth.
It was around that time when I received a word from Dorne. My father's sister, Princess Myrcella Baratheon had been widowed. A fever had taken her husband, Trystan Martell, uncle of Princess Emberlei of Dorne. I sent my condolences to Sunspear with an invitation, writing that there'd always be a place at my court for my kin. With her husband gone, nothing bound her to Dorne any more, and so my aunt sent a word to me that she accepted the offer. The letter said that my cousin Allyria Martell would also come.
Life was not as peaceful as I had hoped. Disgruntled peasants had risen up into a revolt in the Whispers. King Edric sent a word from the capital that my presence was needed, and so I departed from Dragonstone once more. I did not have a choice; although taking orders from my uncle was as distasteful, defying him openly was not an option. My hatred for him had not faded, and the thought of some day taking vengeance upon was still in my mind. For some reason I hesitated, though, as if waiting for a sign on what to do. The Riverlands would no doubt join my cause, but I was not sure about the rest of Westeros. Lord Melwyn Lannister owed quite a bit to my father, as did Lord Rickon Stark. My sister was married to Lord Harrold Arryn's second son, but was that a strong foundation for an alliance to depose a king? I doubted that. And so I waited.
The uprising was easily dealt with, even if it took a few months. When I finally returned to Dragonstone, Lyra had given birth to yet another son. We decided to name him Aemon after the legendary Dragonknight who'd been a second son as well. I acknowledged the child as my own, but didn't go so far as to legitimise him. I was still betrothed to Princess Malora Baratheon, King Edric's daughter. Putting my natural born sons higher in the line of succession than the possible children me and Malora might have would've been a great insult, and already dishonoring our betrothal by siring bastards had caused more than enough disdain.
A word from King's Landing arrived some weeks later. Despite my past affair with Lady Lyra Baelish, King Edric was still interested in marrying his eldest child to me. I'd been too young to comprehend the full meaning of the betrothal when it had been made between me and my cousin Malora, but I knew better than to dishonor King Edric or her by breaking it. It tied me to the crown more tightly; not only was I a relative of the king, but now also his son-in-law. I had not forgotten the past and every day brought me closer to vengeance; marrying Malora was not an obstacle, but a means to an end. She was the eldest child of King Edric, even if his younger brother Jerion was the heir. If I could not gather enough of support for my claim, I could put Malora on the Iron Throne by taking out his brother. The possibilities were many, and I hadn't decided yet which road I'd take.
The name Dragonstone describes surprisingly well the island itself and the fortress on it. It's an imposing sight for a seafarer; a crude but magnificent fortress, standing amidst the waters of the Narrow Sea. Though ruling the place is considered a great honor, Dragonstone is but a cold and lonely island. I made sure it wasn't so for the wedding. Fires burned everywhere and it seemed as if the stone dragon of the palace had become alive. I myself had tended to Aegon's Garden, and returned it back to its former state. Ripping out the weeds was a long task and took several days, but the work was rewarding and I came to understand how much easier things are if done systematicly.
It'd been three years since I'd seen Malora the last time. We'd both grown up in the Red Keep and I counted her as one of my childhood friends. I'd always been a talkative person and gaining friends had been easy for me, so it was natural that I'd gotten to know with the other children at the court. Though Malora was a shy and quiet person, she was cynical at heart just like me. She was a pretty little princess who worked hard to get what she wanted, and she wanted it all. Now that she arrived to Dragonstone, escorted by his father who'd left the capital to attend the wedding, the person in front of me was no longer a little girl but a young woman. I was told that she'd received martial training under Lord Commander Balon's guidance. I told the spymaster of mine, Rhialta, that she'd be taking the princess under her wing from now on.
Dragonbane himself had come as well. His work bound him to be where the King was, and I was glad to see my former guardian after three years. He was curious to hear my part of the fighting in the Riverlands, for a good reason: he'd been the one who'd trained me to fight after all. After the annihilation of the Riverlander army, Ryan Tully had ordered his armies disbanded. His flag flew over Seagard, the target of his war, and the Ironborn hadn't been able to retake it. Winning the battles hadn't brought the Last Kraken a victory, and so the war raged on - even if only in name.
Neither I nor Malora were religious, but traditions needed to be respected and so we spoke the words in front of a septon and he blessed us with holy oil. After that I draped her into a cloak bearing the sigil of the House Baratheon - which ironically was the same as his father's - officially taking her into my protection. After that a feast followed. I was courteous enough to sit next to my wife and exchange words with her for a moment, but many of my old acquaintances had come to the wedding, both near and from afar, and I tried to catch up with what had happened to them. Ser Guyard Buckler, my bodyguard with a white cloak, was as eager; he'd not seen his fellow comrades for as many years as I. Knowing that he had a lot to talk, I released him from his duties for the night.
Clayton was celebrating like no tomorrow. He was in his cups and expressed openly how he was genuinely happy for me. My spymaster Rhialta took his condition as a topic and suggested that she'd take him elsewhere so he wouldn't embarass himself any further. From the way she looked at Clayton, I could see she had something else in her mind too. I encouraged Clayton to go with her, and watched grinning as escorted him away to a more private location. That is when my eyes met Lady Roslin's.
Sometimes I hope that all the wine I drank had erased the memory of what happened next. It was certainly not one of my proudest moments, although Roslin Frey was certainly one of the most beautiful women I'd ever met. Even in late-fourties she was as stunning as ever, and I happened to be a young man with a lustful character. I ran away with Roslin, first slipping away with her and when finally in a quiet place, inside of her.
When the deed was done, the realization of what I'd done caught up with me. Despite the fact that this was to be my own wedding night, I'd been with Lady Roslin instead. I'd already spoken the words, and now I'd betrayed my wife even before consummating our marriage. Without forgetting her father, King Edric, who no doubt would soon notice that I'd gone missing. By bedding Lady Roslin, I'd also put my alliance with Ryan Tully in danger. I didn't even want to guess what my my brother-in-law would do if he got to know that I'd plowed his mother behind his father's back. She only looked at me with a smug grin on her face, and I had a feeling she knew something I didn't.
Knowing that my disappearance would be soon noticed if not already, I told her to get dressed. I sent her out of the room first, knowing it'd be the best if we didn't return to the feast at the same time. A moment after she'd gone, I exited the room. I looked around and sighed of relief when I did not see anyone. After I took the first steps, I heard a voice said;
''My lord.'' I suddenly stopped and turned around, noticing a hooded man step out of the shadows. My first thought was a fear that this stranger might've realized what I'd done. As it happens, he confronted me for another reason entirely.