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Part Four-One: King Arstan the Second.
I came to power on the second of February, of the year 406 AL. While I was not officially crowned, I had already asked the High Septon to prepare a ceremony to crown me. In the meantime, I buried myself in dragonlore. Over the past two centuries, dragonlore from just about every place ever touched by the dragons had been gathered in a newly constructed library wing of the Red Keep.

Three weeks I spent in that library, reviewing everything my father taught me. While I had already flown Valyr multiple times, the death of the primary rider still troubles the dragon. On the 23rd of February, I entered the dragon pit. Valyr had been restless the past few days, and despite the strong walls of the dragon pit, I did not want to risk him escaping, especially considering the large stockpiles of wildfire that existed within King's Landing.

The taming itself was very easy. Multiple tamings had been recently documented, all of which were confirmed to work, since they had been written by the rider. I borrowed Blackfyre from Daenys and entered the dragon pit. The sight of Valyrian Steel seemed to calm Valyr. Saddling him was a bit harder than I expected, considering the size he had grown to, but since he offered no resistance, it only took me a few minutes. After strapping myself in and calling for the lifting of the gates, I took flight on the back of Valyr.


Two weeks after that, I gave my second born son Alyn the first egg of Valyr. He was unlikely to inherit the throne, barring the unfortunate death of my firstborn and his children. Moreover, he had unrestricted access to the library of dragonlore here, and a special birthing chamber had been specifically constructed in the event anyone chooses to do so. I had no need for an egg, and neither did my firstborn.

On the twenty-seventh of March, of the year 406 AL, I was crowned as King Arstan Connington the Second, the third Connington to sit the throne. While a number of minor Lords and High Lords had not attended my coronation, all of the Lords and Ladies Paramounts attended the grand ceremony. Just as well, for preparing the coronation feast had taken a whole month.


Things were quiet and peaceful until November. Remembering the disaster of King's Landing some years ago, I ordered my alchemists to dispose of the oldest and most unstable pots of wildfire. Unfortunately, those fools botched the job, and set King's Landing aflame for the third time in the past two centuries.


Fortunately, after the last disaster, all the citizens had been informed of what to do in the event of a second outbreak, and everyone was well prepared for the disaster. After summarily executing most of the alchemists responsible, and castrating and quartering the rest before subjecting them to dragon fire, the damage was fixed quickly. By January of the next year, the city had stopped burning and was starting to be rebuilt.


Over the next three years, many new Conningtons were brought into this world. My cousin Orys had a son who he named Stannis, my firstborn Aegon had his thirdborn son named Manfred, my secondborn son had a daughter named Arianna and a son named Rickard, and I had two bastards by Megga of Saltwood, both boys, who were named Simon and Armond.

On the tenth of October, of the year 410 AL, I granted the Lordship of Edgerton, a few days ride out of King's Landing, to Orys Connington. His branch of the family had proven itself over the years, and their loyalty and faithfulness was rewarded. Not so much as Orys might have liked, but considering it was more than he had hoped for, he did not complain.

The next two years passed peacefully. The realm ran itself, and I travelled to Harrenhal to see how the construction was going. Many of the workers spoke of King Harren's curse, and of how his blood had been mixed into the mortar of the castle. While I did not believe in this curse, my blood was the blood of kings, conquerors, and dragon riders. My blood was holy. At the very least, it would consecrate this place.


On February 14th of the next year, my loyal Lord Commander of the Kingsguard, Walace of Egenford, died. He was replaced by Ser Cosgrove Deddings, an old man of advanced age.

Now, a week after that, a funny thing happened. You see, the Summer Islands had decided to invade the lands of Westeros. While they were no threat, and would no doubt be annihilated in due time, it was the next few events that proved humorous. You see, Dornish people react very badly to being invaded. When King Qaro started his assault, he raided a small undefended village and spent the night in the local brothel. That night, a syphilitic whore visited him. Qaro, unknowing of her condition, rode her all night long. By the morning, he was already sick, and the tale has it that the whore would not stop fucking him. He killed the whore, of course, but the damage was already done. Before his army could even set up siege lines, he had died of Syphilis, ending the great invasion of the Summer Islanders in its infancy.


The next four years passed quietly. Two new members of the Kingsguard were inducted, and I witnessed the birth of my great-grandson and eventual heir Pate Connington. After a relatively long possession of Summerhall, during which my father and I made great improvements to it, I handed Summerhall to my secondborn son, Alyn. At the rate my son and grandson were producing kids, he would never see the throne. As a result, I gave him a minor Lordship to quiet his complaints.


That November, a very saddening event occurred. Daenys of Essos, while flying Drogon around the Blackwater, hit a freak storm. From what we could find when we arrived, Drogon's wings were torn and shattered. He plunged into the ground at high speeds, with Daenys riding him. Both Daenys and Drogon died that day, a sad reminder of everything's mortality. While we recovered Blackfyre and gave it to Orys, Drogon was dead. Valyr was the last living dragon in the world now.


Early next year, after a particularly generous feast and a rather terrifying display of my aerial supremacy, I finally achieved what my father and grandfather had bothered not to do. I raised the authority of the King on the Iron Throne, and now vassals were restricted in fighting in harmful inter-region wars. I wanted to slowly consolidate as much power under the crown as possible, but I knew the lords only tolerated it because they knew I was growing old.


Now, the May and June of 425 AL. Those were a sad few months indeed. It was with great sorrow that I discovered the infidelity of my wife, with none other than my Master-of-Arms, Alaric. As much as I was saddened at his loss of his wife, it was unacceptable for him to be cuckolding me. I locked both my wife and him up in a cell, and promptly divorced my wife for flagrant infidelity.
This did not sit well with many lords, but I was past caring. On the 18th of June of that same year, after a month of sitting in prison, Alaric made up his mind. He would challenge me to a trial by combat. I decided to face him personally. Despite many long years of friendship, it was now decided that one of us was to die. Though I had lost a hand at Harrenhal, I was still the better fighter, and had been training to compensate for the loss of my left hand.


After a night of prayer, the duel began. I generously allowed Alaric the pick of the armory after me. We were both armored in gleaming armor, wielding finely wrought swords and master-crafted shields. I had never fought or seen Alaric fight before, but he had seen me fight plenty. I knew I had to be careful around him. That caution saved my life. Alaric knew he held the momentary advantage and charged straight at me. He pushed me flat on my back with his shield, and almost killed me with his sword. I managed to roll out of the way and stand back up. I was younger than him, and more spry. I would have to tire him out. I didn't get much of a breather though, because he came charging at me yet again. I mistimed my sidestep and was sent sprawling again. Throwing my shield at Alaric before he could raise his sword, I sprang up at the same time as the momentary distraction. I immediately lunge into a strike, but Alaric is able to block with his shield, clearly injuring his arm. Alaric tries once again to charge me, and this time I am able to successfully sidestep him. One smack of my metal hand into his neck and he crumples to the floor. With his back to me and momentarily stunned, Alaric has no chance. I hesitate, but just barely. Alaric brought this on himself. With that thought in mind I ram my sword through his heart.


The month after that, having overcome the natural resistance that comes with kinslaying, I fed my adulterous former wife to Valyr. It earned me the enmity of a few lords, but no one important was fazed much by the action.


The May of next year, 426 AL, was a happier one. The winter that had lasted two decades, and had gotten cold enough to kill vast quantities of peasants, the winter that had drained the lands foodstores and required the spending of vast sums to procure food was over. This winter was entered into the history books as one of the deadliest winters in Westeros.


I was able to accomplish one last thing before I became bedridden as a result of old age and poor health. That thing was laying the foundation in Harrenhal. Though the improvement had taken at least thirty years so far, significant progress had been made, and Harrenhal was starting to look like a fearsome castle.


Unfortunately, I won't see it finished in my lifetime, for I am wracked with coughs every day, and they grow worse. My left hand burns like fire, and I am certain that my death is far more painful than those suffered by my predecessors. I write this in my final days, while I lay in bed. I can feel the end approaching.


-----End of Part Four-One: King Arstan the Second.

Well, a lot of shit happened in this guys reign. Overall, I think he laid the foundation for the dragons to come back. I haven't played much past this point yet, so I have no idea what is in store. Hopefully some sort of challenging war in the near future.
 

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Part Four-Two: The very short reign of King Arstan the Third.
I had not been expecting to come to the throne this soon. Had it not been for the untimely death of my father, I would still be up north, quelling minor Wildling rebellions. The entire region seemed to be up in arms over the foreign occupation. The Crown had been maintaining a full time army of nine thousand mercenaries there for years. They were down to six thousand now.

In any case, I was officially crowned on the second of January of the year 431 AL. I didn't pay much attention during the ceremony, just said the necessary things at the required time. After the ceremony, I "escorted" all the guests over to the dragon pit. There, in front of everyone's eyes, I climbed on Valyr's back and flew him. Doing so came as naturally as breathing, but only the few people who had seen the entirety of the collected dragonlore understood how easy a task this was when you knew the procedure.

Once the coronation was over, everyone left and life returned to normal, with the sole difference being the new king. That July, I sought to expand my family's grasp on the Lord Paramountcies. While Connington and Targaryen blood flowed through the veins of the Lords Paramount of the Westlands, they identified themselves more as Freys. I was hoping to make that change. The current Lord Paramount had only one child and daughter, born while her mother died during childbirth. In the years since, the Lord Paramount had not taken a new wife, and I saw this as the perfect opportunity to increase my family's power. I offered that my second son Aegon married the Lady Jocelyn, and Antario accepted. I know he did not put much stock in the different names we bore, but I knew the importance of it.

That December, my son and heir Pate got it into his head that he should rule Dragonstone. While I agreed with his assertion that Dragonstone was traditionally held by the heir apparent to the Iron Throne, I mentioned that that tradition had been broken after more than a century and a half of disuse. While I could tell Pate was disappointed, I was not ready to hand out Dragonstone yet, and most certainly not to my close family.

Over the next two years things passed peacefully. The Wildlings still caused problems up north, but the Sellswords had it under control. During that time, I grew close with my grandfather's widow, Senelle, and took her as my mistress. While no children were born of the affair before I left for the North, it was a blissful time.

The June of 433 was the time I went North, however. My brother Ormund had decided to join the Night's Watch, and I heard reports of increased wildling aggression. I escorted Ormund North, before meeting with the Lord Commander of the Night's Watch and the High Lord of the Upper Frostfangs. They admitted that Wildling activity had increased considerably, and that they were starting to have problems keeping them down. I decided to stay there with my Kingsguard for a while to burn out the wildlings. Things went well for the first few months, but November turned into a bloodbath. A small group of Wildlings had been shadowing our group for weeks, and my Lord Commander had already perished. We were trying to make our way back to the Wall when we discovered that they had set up a small defensive position ahead of us. While Valyr was certainly larger and stronger than the time the first foray beyond the Wall was conducted, he was still not suited to the cold. As a result, we could not depend on Valyr clearing our way. Tomorrow, we attack their defenses and try and break through.
 

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World Update One
Well, everyone seems to be doing one, and I figure a hundred and fifty years is a decent time to do a world update.
Lets start with the major families of the series first.
Of the nine dynasties that are in prominence (or not so much, as in the case of the Targaryens), four are extinct, one is near extinction, two are a bow's shot away from death, and two are going well. The Targaryens are, quite obviously, dead. Their replacements, the Conningtons, have 75 living members and 970 prestige. The other three dead houses are the Starks, Baratheons, and Martells. The Tyrells have only six people left alive, and they are so far off the main line they might as well not be Tyrells. The Tullys that rule the Vale, and the Arryns that ruled beforehand, both have around twenty members still living. The only two dynasty's that are still going strong are the Greyjoys and the Lannisters, and I'd be surprised if the Lannisters hold any position of power.

Dragon wise, there are currently four eggs and one wild dragon. However, having played ahead, expect both those numbers to increase very soon.

Now, realm wise, we'll start from the south and go up. The Stormlands and Crownlands are held by the Conningtons, and another whole update could probably be devoted to them.
In Dorne, the Footlys, a house of Reachmen, rule. They have been in power for one generation, and during that time have had one High Lordship taken from them by the ever-hungry Reach. They, like many of the high nobility of the Iron Throne, have claims on the throne, due to my widespread "seeding."


The Reach, under the control of the Conningtons, has been wildly successful. While a few of their territories owe fealty to other Lord Paramountcies, they have successfully encroached on Dorne and have orchestrated multiple wars of aggression against the Freys of Casterly Rock. The Reach has been in the grasp of the Conningtons for at least four generations of rulers. They are currently well off education wise, due to my early intervention in the Reach. Oldtown, however, remains firmly out of their grasp, and I intend to keep it that way.


The Westerlands are ruled by the Freys, as they have been for at least seventy years. While all of the recent rulers are related to the royal house, they do not identify themselves as Conningtons. The Westerlands are currently unstable, due to the likeliness of a young female inheriting in the near future. The Westerlands have also expanded their dominion, incorporating the Twins and suffocating the Riverlands on two sides. They have fought multiple wars with both the Reach Conningtons and the constantly changing Riverlanders.


The Riverlands are currently held by House Piper, originating from the wonderfully decorated Pinkmaiden. It is currently their first tenure as Lord Paramount, and it is unknown if the Lord Paramountcy will stay in the family. The Riverlands have had a significant chunk taken out of them, by the Crown, the Westerlands, and the Vale. Nevertheless, they remain a major power at the time.


The Greyjoy's have, despite being cast out in dishonor, somehow managed to return to their positions as Lord Paramounts of the Iron Islands. Unfortunately, a significant part of the Iron Islands has been taken by other Lords Paramount, and while they hold a High Lordship in the North, it does not make up for the lost levies of the Iron Islands. The Greyjoy's currently enjoy self-destructive wars and being the whipping boy of the kingdom.
They are also known for being the most craven, paradoxically, refusing to even fight WILDLINGS, of all people.


The Tullys have, on the other hand, migrated from Riverrun to the Eyrie. After the ill-fated Jonquil's assistance of her brother's rebellion, which saw her and her brother stripped of all lands, the lords of the Vale rose up in her support against the Crown-picked Zia Moore, and Jonquil regained her position. She married a cousin, grandson of the last Arryn ruler of the Vale, who succeeded her upon Jonquil's death. That man currently lives, and has a strong claim on the Riverlands. No doubt, if medium crown authority wasn't implemented, the Tullys would try to reclaim their ancestral homeland.


The North. Oh, the North. A gigantic clusterfuck of High Lords and minor Lords, ruled by a commoner Ironborn. While they are more unified than they were a few decades ago, the North has still lost a large portion of its former power. It still remains a fierce enemy however, and have brought the worship of the Drowned God to a few inland provinces. With the implementation of MCA, and my general laziness, the North might never be reformed.


While I don't have a screenshot of the Night's Watch at the moment, they have expanded beyond the Wall once again and hold Craster's Keep. The current Lord Commander is a Maester with a bastard daughter.

Going even further, into the Upper Frostfangs, we find the Conningtons ruling it with the son of the second High Lord. Currently, six thousand mercenaries keep constant peace up there against the unending Wildling revolts. Seriously, they spawn a week or two after the last one dies. It's getting very annoying.


The only other King in Westeros, the King Beyond the Wall, currently holds most of the territory there, barring the Upper Frostfangs and a few isolated holdfasts. He currently has an impressive eleven kids by the age of 37, which averages out to about 0.48 kids every year, or one kid every two years. An impressive display of sleeping around, I must admit. Otherwise, there isn't much to say.


And just because, the Badics. They still hold Moonsgrey only, and have had bad dynastic misfortune. They lost all their good congenital traits after the second generation, and the next generation after that had the misfortune of marrying an ugly woman, who has currently spread her terrible looks to all Badics who ruled after her. As a result of their bad traits, skills, and looks, I don't expect them to go anywhere. Currently, the ruler of Moonsgrey is the great-great-great-great-grandson of Paul Badics, who died fifteen years after the scenario started.
 

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Finally got around to reading this aar. I have tried to play as the Conningtons I don't know how many times. I usually start in Robert's Rebellion though. I usually lose within twenty years.

Also thank you for adding the Ugly Badics family to your updates. I'll take it you read my aar then?
 

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A bit. The short choppy format and the multiple POV's made it a bit difficult to me, mostly because of the choppiness. What I read was good though. Also, the Conningtons here are ruler designed. I completely forgot that there actually was a major Connington in-series when I started.
 

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Part Four-Three: King Pate the Warrior.
I was not expecting to be King so soon.
The past few kings had come to power in their fourth decade, dying ten or twenty years later. I had consigned myself to the same thing. What I had not been expecting was a wildling to kill my father. From the troops that were there, they say that the Wildling in charge of the defense led a frontal assault. When Valyr came down to land, the wildling leaped unnaturally into the air and thrust his sword directly through my father's chest. While Valyr tore him to pieces, the damage was done. My father bled out in the snow, living for only a few moments. Once I heard the news, I moved immediately. I called for a coronation the day after my father's funeral, and many of the lords came to attend it. Unfortunately, Lord Paramount Narbert Tully of the Vale refused to attend my coronation. I made a mental note to keep an eye on him, for his family had already betrayed mine twice before. A month before the actual coronation, I chose my new Lord Commander of the Kingsguard. He was a Septon, who was chosen primarily to appease the High Septon. On the twenty-fifth of January, I was officially crowned as King of the Seven Kingdoms. That March, hearing of my coronation, the Guild of the Faceless men approached me. They offered my the gift of death for roughly half the treasury. Since half the treasury would still be enough to hire approximately all the mercenaries in existence, I accepted.


That May, while I was making preparations to tame Valyr, he broke free of his pit, flew around King's Landing for a bit, and thankfully flew off without setting fire to the city. I spent the rest of the day and night quickly studying all I needed to know, before setting out to tame Valyr. My taming of Valyr was... not as efficient as those of my predecessors. Valyr was slightly angry, and I had to stab Valyr with my sword before he calmed down and allowed me to saddle him. While the flight was choppy, owing to his wounded body, he flew true and landed back in his dragon pit. Remembering my father's untimely death, I devoted the next year to constantly training with the sword. By October of the year 435 AL, I was a formidable fighter, capable of holding my own with any warrior in the land.


On the 13th of July of the next year, I fell in love. I had been courting Meredyth for a few weeks while waiting for my sister to come of age and we ended up sleeping together. We slept together often and by December she was showing signs of pregnancy. Marrying her was not an option however, for I had already married my sister Belandra by the second of January of the year 437. On the 30th of July, Meredyth gave birth to a beautiful daughter we named Jeyne. I legitimized her on the spot, making her my heir. Belandra was a little upset, but she held little power in the court, having just recently come of age.

Two year later, almost to the day, Meredyth bore me another daughter, who we named Leona. Like her older sister, I also legitimized her on the spot.
After that, the next four years passed peacefully. The lands beyond the Wall were still heavily contested, but the rest of the realm was quiet. It was early March of 441 that I received news that my cousin Rickard had hatched a dragon from the egg provided to his father and had failed to tame it. That dragon had taken up residence outside Summerhall.
In that year, only two other events of note occurred. My wife Belandra bore me another daughter, who she named Melara, and the King Beyond the Wall attempted to invade again. He was routed in a few months, and as retribution I executed a few of his family members.

In 442, my fourth daughter Melessa was born, but nothing else of import happened.
In 443, however, Valyr lay his second egg. Having no need for an egg, I gave it to my uncle Arron the Holy, who was lord of some minor castle a week's ride south of King's Landing.

That November, the King Beyond the Wall tried to attack me again. Once more, he was put down quickly. As retribution, this time I executed him and his entire family.

On the first of June, 444, I took stock of the dragons in the land. I knew a few had been birthed recently, but I had not heard much besides that. What I found was surprising. Currently, there were three dragon eggs in Westeros, two in my family and one held by one Juliya Peake.


There were, however, three dragon riders currently. One was me, who rode Valyr. Another was Lord Stannis Connington of Edgerton, who was set to inherit Drogon but only received his egg. In the honor of his mother and her dragon, he named his dragon Daenyr. The other dragon rider was the son of the dead Rickard Connington of Summerhall. After his father's failure to tame the dragon, Harbert tried to do so and succeeded. He named his dragon Rykar after his father (these dragons are going to get really annoying to keep track of when more appear)

A year after that, once the Shivering Shore had given up its sovereignty and swore fealty to me, I took Valyr north to put down an organized Wildling rebellion. I would allow no one to defy my rule, but that determination cost me my hand. The same wildling warrior that killed my father engaged me, but I proved the better swordsman and killed him. He did, though, manage to take off my right hand with his last, final, swing. Fortunately, I had already trained some to deal with this scenario, and was able to acquit myself well in the rest of the battle.


Unfortunately, when I returned Meredyth told me that she was getting married to someone else and that she would no longer see me. While I was saddened, my spirits were lifted somewhat by the birth of my fifth daughter Mina, and more greatly lifted when I took Lady Jocelyn Frey, my brother's wife, as my mistress. The coupling bore no children, but it helped me get over Meredyth.

After that, the next seven years passed peacefully. My daughter Jeyne grew into a young, beautiful, and brilliant young woman. I had one more daughter, named Argella. Jeyne was betrothed to Lady Paramount Jocelyn's first son and heir, Bryen Connington. One of my kinsmen left for the Night's Watch, as well as a number of prisoners from the castle dungeon.

On the 29th of March, 454, however, things changed. My attempt to arrest the Lord Paramount of the Iron Islands failed, and he rose up in revolt. I waited with bated breath to see how the Lord and Lady Paramounts would respond.


The good news was that this war pushed the last few lords that were on the fence regarding my issue of Septonal investiture over to my side. The Lords of the Realm now had control over who would become head septon of their septrys. Unfortunately, this did not allow me to appoint new High Septon's as I wished.


The day after I received that news, the Lord Paramounts of the Realm answered. In the interim, my former lover Jocelyn had died, leaving her son Bryen as the Lord Paramount of the West. He was currently embroiled in a personal war, and unable to commit one way or the other. Of the five who did respond, the North, the Vale, the Reach, and Dorne all responded in my favor. The foolish Pipers of the Riverlands, however, sided with the Greyjoys.


I mustered my personal forces and decided to lay siege to Pyke first, despite it not being the seat of the Greyjoys. While aboard the fleet of ships I mustered to carry my army of 20 000 to Pyke, Valyr lay his third egg, which I kept for the time being. After burning Pyke, Bryen finally dealt with his rebels and joined the war on my side. With the Greyjoy army crushed, the Pipers stood alone against the entire realm. I took my third mistress shortly after defeating the Riverlander army, a minor Connington bastard of no import. Eleven months after the war was started, Wulfe Greyjoy surrendered. I let the Pipers bend the knee, after taking his entire family hostage, but the Greyjoys were not so fortunate. They were stripped down to Last Light, and the Lord Paramountcy given to the rulers of Pyke, the Saltcliffes.

That May, Wulfe Greyjoy called for a trial by combat. Knowing how bad a warrior he was, I decided to face him personally. It had been years since I lost my hand, and I had grown almost as proficient with my left hand as I had been with my right. Tomorrow is the seventeenth of May, and tomorrow I will fight him.

-----End of Part Four-Three: King Pate the Warrior.

No fight this part, sorry. Considering the style of writing, which is a personal diary after-the-fact, the author can't write about a battle if he happens to be dead. I will certainly do it in dragon fights, because you know, DRAGONS. But not for fights like these if I die. I was still very surprised that I did. I was a tier 4 fighter going up against a tier 1, and even with maimed I didn't think I would lose that easily. I killed a far better opponent two parts ago in the form of Alaric, and I was still maimed in that one. In any case, an attractive, quick woman now sits the Iron Throne. I wonder what will happen, mainly because I haven't played that far ahead past this point. I believe that a fourth Connington also became a dragon rider shortly after I took stock of the dragons. He is currently unlanded and serving as my Master-of-Arms.
 

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Well it turns out playing a perfectly healthy ruler from the age of roughly sixteen takes a really long time. I'm still not near the end of the current rulers' reign after two days, so no part today. sorry.
 

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There were, however, three dragon riders currently. One was me, who rode Valyr. Another was Lord Stannis Connington of Edgerton, who was set to inherit Drogon but only received his egg. In the honor of his mother and her dragon, he named his dragon Daenyr. The other dragon rider was the son of the dead Rickard Connington of Summerhall. After his father's failure to tame the dragon, Harbert tried to do so and succeeded. He named his dragon Rykar after his father (these dragons are going to get really annoying to keep track of when more appear)

Pssh. I started my scenario with 7 dragons in the realm. That's going to be confusing once their riders start dying and they start laying eggs.

I took my dragon names from the ones Viserys recites in his bathtube scene with Doreah in the TV show, along with ones from the Wiki of Ice and Fire.
 

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I just took family names and dragonified/valyrianified them. I've just started a text file to keep track of the dragons.
Also, since the contest is almost over, I figured I must as well induce an early Dance of Dragons. It doesn't mean the end of the AAR, just a great big massive war with dragons.
 

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I just took family names and dragonified/valyrianified them. I've just started a text file to keep track of the dragons.
Also, since the contest is almost over, I figured I must as well induce an early Dance of Dragons. It doesn't mean the end of the AAR, just a great big massive war with dragons.

It's a very late Dance of Dragons, or a Second Dance of Dragons. The first one happened centuries before your start date.
 

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Part Four-Four: Queen Jeyne the First.
I was as surprised as the crowd when my father died.
It happened suddenly. He lunged and knocked his enemy to the ground. When he followed up, however, he stumbled and fell on to the ground. His sword arm got stuck under him, and even though he had pinned his opponent with his body, he had left himself open. The Greyjoy then pulled out his dagger and stabbed my father in the neck, in the eye, anywhere where he could pierce the armor. Bye the end of it my father was riddled with holes. As much as I wanted revenge on this man, custom dictated that he leave freely. I sent him on a ship to Lonely Light, and ensured that no ship would ever beach there again. He could spend the rest of his days chained to the earth, a horrible fate for an Ironborn.
After that event, I took to ruling the realm. After plotting against me, the Ironborn in charge of the North were removed, replaced instead by a rarity these days: A true Northman. After that, I executed Gormond the Silent for plotting against me. This event was to set the tone of my rule. When the Pipers asked to be protected from the Tullys, I refused them. They had insulted my family and deserved no better than to have their words thrown back at them.

The next April, when the builder in charge of Harrenhal mentioned working prisoners, I told him to do it. My grandfather had been too kind and had slowed down production as a result. I would not make the same mistake. Bryen Connington, lord of Eddington, did not approve of that decision. Since my ascension, he did not approve of many of my decisions. Though we had grown up together, he had never held anything but contempt towards me.


In February of the next year, I discovered I was pregnant. The pregnancy went well, but near the end, my urge to torture prisoners got the better of me. In Early September, I went down to the dungeon to see to the Greyjoy's wife. It started off relatively normal for a torture, but I got carried away and it ended up with the woman being cut many times and having her eyes cut out. She did not survive the experience.

Two weeks after that, my second son was born. King Bryen named him Richard.

In the early August of 465, I found I was pregnant again. Bryen was happy, but it did not last long. That December, Bryen died at the age of twenty two. The Maester's called it a "natural death", and natural it seemed. He simply went to sleep and didn't wake up. Regardless, I was now a widow. While I had not been very close with Bryen, his death still hit me hard.


I married a bastard commoner twenty five days later. He called himself Raymund. I did not like him very much, but there were very few choices to pick from, most of which were commoners or lowborn regardless. The next March, my last child by Bryen was born. It was a boy, and I named him Durran.

Years passed, and the land was peaceful. I bore three children to my new husband, and witnessed the marriage of my first son and daughter. I saw many Kingsguard come and go, and my Lord Commander died twice.

It was the year 476 that another heart-rending event occurred. My mother, Meredyth, had passed away at the age of sixty-six. I held a funeral for her, but not many attended. Few wished to be reminded of my bastard heritage.

In October of 485, a merchant from Essos came with what he claimed to be a Valyrian Steel Sword. I bought it from him on the condition it was actually a real sword. It turned out not to be one, as real as it looked. While the merchant fervently denied knowledge of the fake, I cared not. I sent him to my dungeon and ordered him castrated. His face upon hearing the order forced a laugh out of me, and when he started screaming, I laughed all the harder.




I had Bryen of Edgerton do it on a whim, and he hated me all the more for it. When the next merchant arrived, seven years later, I ordered Bryen to hold the merchant at knifepoint until he swore that this sword was real and demonstrated it. When I was sure that the second sword was made of real Valyrian Steel, I gave the merchant a King's ransom and sent him packing.


After that event, Bryen left my court and went back to Edgerton. He tamed his great-grandfather's hatched dragon, Daenyr, and started plotting to take my throne. I was not aware of this except at the last moment, when his ultimatum arrived at my door. It was signed by the Lord Paramounts of the North, Vale, and Iron Islands. The naive Lady Paramount of Dorne had also taken his side, no doubt hoping to be made Queen as a reward for supporting him. The last name on the list surprised me. The NIGHT'S WATCH had supported him? What could he possibly have offered the Night's Watch that they would forsake their oath to not intervene with matters of the realm? Regardless, Bryen had gathered a large force behind him. I would have to wait and see what my family member's response was. While I was certain my son Aegon would support me, I was not so certain of Lord Paramount Tristram. If he joined the war on my side, I might be able to win a war of attrition. If he joined the war on Bryen's side, I would have to be quick about subduing him. If that happened, even three dragons would not save me from the wrath of the whole realm.

-----End of Part Four-Four: Queen Jeyne the First.
Well, this part was rather rushed. I had like 50 screenshots worth of information to compress here. Still, it sets the tone nicely for the war, which will be out in a few hours. In that part, I will definitely go into more detail.
 

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Part Five-One: The First Act.
The Reach branch of the Conningtons acted as rebellious as ever. Ever since they were elevated to that position, they had ignored many royal commands to cease and desist. It seems that multiple instances of the King backing off have made them bold. This time, Tristram decided to betray his queen and support Bryen. This left the Westerlands, Crownlands, and Stormlands alone against the rest of the kingdom. Dragons would not save my kingdom when enemies were everywhere. I would have to strike fast, and defeat Bryen in the field before his superior numbers could be brought to bear.


The war got even worse when the High Septon declared that he would not serve a Queen that could not control her own vassals. He holed himself up in the Great Sept and cast me out of the Faith. I was declared anathema. Since my remaining allies would fight for me regardless, I just grit my teeth and added it to a long list of things to avenge. I sent ravens to the lords of the Crownlands and the Stormlands, telling them to assemble. I left Prince Rolland Connington in charge of the defense of King's Landing, with orders to hold it at all costs. When an early siege was begun, he decided to break the siege early and destroyed the enemy army with a small amount of wildfire. Luckily, it did not spread to the city, and I promoted him instead of killing him.

Our first major victory came on the 9th of April. We had lost several minor skirmishes and lost some castles in the North, and we needed a major victory to prevent a slide into defeat. When we crushed 24000 rebellious Crownlanders, that gave my troops an opportunity to muster and form into armies capable of engaging the enemy. I had three armies, and four dragons. I sent the Lord of Dalston with his dragon Arryon to escort my other army of 20 000, and sent the Lord of Summerhall with his dragon Rakyr to take control of the final army mustering in the Stormlands. I took Valyr and my half-brother's dragon, who we named Lyrion, and an escort of another roughly 20 000 men and went to face Bryen. At the same time, I told my Master-of-Whisperers to make advances to the Golden Company. I would need as many soldiers as possible in this war.


A few months later, outside Sow's Horn, I engaged Bryen's small escort. He flew Daenyr in defensive positions, blasting at any formations that came close to his army. Though I was older than him, I was still an excellent warrior. Like him, I wielded a Valyrian Steel Blade. But I had three advantages. I had a second dragon to utilize as necessary. I had a much larger army. And I had a much larger and stronger dragon. I flew out to engage Bryen, but he fled and led my dragon in a merry chase. In the meantime, an army of fourty thousand Valemen grew ever nearer. Bryen was smart enough to know he could not survive an engagement with me, and I knew I could not hand him control of the skies. We flew across the battlefield for many hours, never meeting together for more than a few seconds. It was irritating, but Daenyr was slightly faster on account of his small size. After a few more encounters, I grow tired and fly Valyr up high. I see Daenyr flying around far below, clearly confused. Bryen and Daenyr don't see me plunging at them until the last moment. Somehow, Daenyr manages to evade, though Valyr takes off a section of his tale. Clearly alarmed, Bryen flies back, no doubt going to lick his wounds. I would celebrate, but I still had a battle to win, and I was certain Daenyr would fly again.


Bryen rescued a small honor guard and fled, but not towards Edgerton. My second army had seized Edgerton by this point. In fact, the occupation of Edgerton was the only thing keeping us in this war. If we lost Edgerton, Bryen might be able to force a victory by sheer dint of conquered territory. I left my second army in position, ordered my third to go down and crush the Dornish, and set about fighting the Reachmen and Valemen that had slipped past my son's net. He had taken it upon himself to ensure the North and Iron Islands would not reach the conflict, while engaging the Valemen. It was starting to take a toll on his armies, and I knew I had a few months at most. A few days out of Edgerton, where I had briefly regrouped, I engaged a force of 29 000 Reachmen. I was not able to afford any casualties, so as much as it pained me, I had Valyr and Lyrion burn the army.
This resulted in a massacre of 22 000 men, with only 7000 escaping. After that, I engaged a force of twenty thousand Valemen and sent my second army to deal with the surviving Reachmen. I crushed the Valemen and killed 10 000. A few weeks later, I engaged another large Valeman army. With the resources of both the Vale and the Riverlands to draw on, they were the biggest threat to me. This time, the Valemen withdrew early, and only suffered 8000 casualties as a result. I pursued the army for the next month before I destroyed it utterly. At the end of the year, just two days before the new year, I received news from my southern army. They had engaged and crushed the Dornish. This, combined with my second army crushing the Reachmen, meant I could focus my efforts on the North. And just as well, for my son's army had arrived in the Crownlands, fleeing the armies of Iron Islands that had engaged him after the Vale had drained his resources.

A few weeks after the new year, my troops were able to capture the heir to the Reach. With that, I held Tristram by the balls. If he continued his war, his heir's life was forfeit. He still nominally supported Bryen, but his armies were now dealt with. It was then I learned that Bryen had come back with a small force of 1000 men and had taken back his lordship. Realizing the war might be lost soon if I did not act soon, I marched my army directly to Edgerton. I smashed aside Bryen's army, with Bryen retreating into Edgerton with Daenyr instead of facing me. I would have burned him, but I did not want to engage Daenyr in the hour that would decide the war. If he managed to fell me, he would win. I would not allow him that privilege. I sent my troops in to scour him out of his castle, with orders to kill his guards but leave his family alive. When I found him, held under guard, I took him into custody and left his family there (I would have imprisoned the whole family, but that bugged out and ended up with MY family getting imprisoned as well, with Bryen not getting imprisoned at all).

I had succeeded. While the war had seen the deaths of many men, and the loss of many family members, including the Lord of Dalston, I had captured the man who had started it all. With him in my custody, the war was effectively over.


When the long line of rebels walked into King's Landing, they were all sullen. They knew what was coming. Every single one of the Lords Paramount were to be stripped of their title, and all the lesser lords and ladies were to be made landless.
Tristram himself had evaded capture, and when he heard this action, he decided to rebel of his own accord. Regardless of the fact that his heir was imprisoned, he thought he could break free of the Iron Throne at this moment. Had he done this but a few months prior, and he would have had a chance. Now, however, I had all three of my surviving dragon riders pointed at him, as well as all my armies, including the slow-to-arrive Golden Company. I never bothered to engage Tristram's forces. I just marched an army directly to Highgarden, and then burned it. I put Tristram in chains, stripped him of his Lord Paramountcy, and hauled him off to King's Landing to hear me pass sentence.

The trial itself was quick. All the now landless lords and ladies were executed unceremoniously. I released the former heir to the Reach. He was lord of a ruined land, and I hoped the sight he saw shortly after his release served as message enough.

The last three prisoners, the High Septon, Bryen Connington, and Tristram Connington, were all made to kneel. For the High Septon, I took my Valyrian Steel blade, which I had named Mourning after the war ended, and made seven cuts. His arms, his legs, his balls, and finally his head. I ordered him unceremoniously cast into the ocean, so as to never know the Seven's embrace. As for my kinsmen, I had a different fate in mind. They had both forced my use of Valyr. As punishment for their treason, they were both put to death and fed to Valyr. That would mark the third Connington to meet their end that way.



As a final message, I ordered the newly appointed High Septon to accept me back into the Faith. While most of the lords at that ceremony despised me, they had seen my display of power. They knew that to oppose me meant they would end up as food for Valyr or like the former High Septon. They would live out the rest of my reign no doubt praying for my death, the more painful the better. Let them. Pray is all they can do now. Once more, I have proven the truth of our House Words.

"None shall bar our Path."
-----End of Part Five-One: The First Act.
Well, that war was certainly nerve wracking. I specifically set up the faction so he had most of the Lords and Lady Paramount on his side already. I was not expecting the Reach to intervene. I actually did this war three times, mainly because I wanted a dragon battle. It never happened once, unfortunately. I just rolled with my last result, which resulted in a narrow victory. I have to say, getting 93% warscore for occupying Eddington was the only thing keeping me in the war. I had to make a calculated gamble to let Bryen take it back, because I needed him in prison to win the war. Luckily, it paid off, and I was able to win the war despite hitting -100% warscore for a few days.
 

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Oddly enough, your anticlimactic dragon duel took place in almost the same spot as mine, and ended the same way (enemy dragon rider fleeing the field).

It's a nerve wracking process, isn't it? When both rulers have dragons, the wars tend to be decided in such a one-on-one duel. The AAR game I've got going is the only time I've played the Dance of Dragons scenario where it didn't end with one sides ruler captured that way. In the past I've won wars coming from -90% by capturing the enemy King in a duel, and lost similarly lopsided ones the same way.
 

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So you save and restart your game?
When the game bugs out, and I want a dragon fight, yes. I had ONE dragon fight which went down and then the game bugged after that. The "imprison the entire family" option seemed to ignore the ruler and also take me and all my unlanded children and put them in my prison as well. Really annoying.
 

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Oddly enough, your anticlimactic dragon duel took place in almost the same spot as mine, and ended the same way (enemy dragon rider fleeing the field).

It's a nerve wracking process, isn't it? When both rulers have dragons, the wars tend to be decided in such a one-on-one duel. The AAR game I've got going is the only time I've played the Dance of Dragons scenario where it didn't end with one sides ruler captured that way. In the past I've won wars coming from -90% by capturing the enemy King in a duel, and lost similarly lopsided ones the same way.

Yeah. I had hoped the Reach would join on my side, to balance the numbers slightly, and I tried getting a second dragon rider to join in on the rebels side. Unfortunately, that person left the faction before it was triggered, and so it ended up 4v1 instead of 3v2. When the entire realm bar the Westerlands went to war against me, I knew I had to blitz it and hold my territories.
 

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Just wanted to put out a quick update. I still haven't been able to play much CKII, so a part will not be coming today.

Luckily, knowing how badly my previous modded AAR's ended, I took precautions and backed up 1.091. As a result, I will be able to continue the AAR without suffering from the army movement bug currently present. YAY!
 

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Well, the quick update came out, and everything works. Guess I can play with whatever features 1.092 introduced.
I also found an opportunity to play CKII again, and considering how the war ended, with all but one of the LP's in the hand of the Queen, I figured a world update would be good. In other words...
World Update Two.
So, I have 7 Lord Paramountcies to hand out. The queen's sons and cousins are granted a few captured Crownlander Lordships, and the Queen's youngest son is given dominion over the Stormlands. I figured that having two Lord Paramountcies gives me a great advantage during wars, so I handed it away and let the AI take over, considering I still want one, ginormous mega war with mass-dragons in the near future. I toyed with the idea of making the Stormlands be granted to the heir apparent, but I decided not to.


As for the rest of the LPs, barring the Reach, I decided to stick with this formula: Needed to be at the capital/close to the capital, of the area's culture/religion, and could not have been the previously ruling dynasty. The Vale ended up being given to the Corbrays, who held the Eyrie and as such were the ideal choice according to my criteria. I wanted to give it to the Badics, but unfortunately, they are basically extinct. I will touch upon that more in the House roundup at the end.


For the Iron Islands, the Lord Paramountcy was granted to the Merlyns. They were small-time unimportant Ironborn that didn't hate me much, which made them perfect Lords Paramount. If they get usurped from within by the Greyjoys or the Saltcliffes, well, it only serves them right.


In the Riverlanders, the lords of Riverrun, the Marbrands were given the Lord Paramountcy. I retained the Lordship of Harrenhal by a process of revocation, but the rest of the misshapen Riverlands were given to the Marbrands.


As for the Reach, well, the Reach Conningtons had proven themselves unworthy. Treasonous bastards that had paid only nominal fealty to the Iron Throne for a long time, I decided to not give them back their former lands. Instead, the Tarlys were given dominion of the Reach, and for the first time in over a century, Oldtown was ruled by Reachmen.


Many Dornish territories had had their Lords and Ladies replaced with Reachmen, and so finding a Dornish ruler was a little difficult. Still, I found one, and ended up giving Dorne to the Dalts. Dorne was still a bloody mess from the Reach's prior influence in the area, but it was still strong.


Finally, the North was given to a Northman. A greenseer who lived one lordship over from Winterfell, I decided that, as one of the few Northmen remaining, that he should rule the North. And so, the North was granted to the Boles.


And now, the House round-up.

First up is House Badics. House Badics is near extinct after having a female ruler pass Moongrey out of the family's hands. While House Badics is still alive, only one of the four survivors is male, and he is currently a member of the Night's Watch. All the surviving women are too old to bear children. For all intents and purposes, House Badics has been eliminated.


Now, at the top, we have House Connington. One of the largest houses in Westeros, if not the largest house in Westeros, it all came from one small Lord's loins. Over the course of 194 years, House Connington has grown by 340 members, has amassed what I believe to be the second highest dynastic prestige in the game, bested only by the LANNISTERS, of all things, and has the largest amount of living members to my knowledge. More than half of all House members are still alive, proving Connington health. Many branches of the family are landed, the ones that don't end in women or death.


Next, we have the Tarlys. With a comparatively small dynastic prestige considering the year, and the small size of the family, the Tarlys were on their way out. My intervention returned them to prominence, but for how long is unknown. With 360 dynastic prestige and 18 living members, they have the possibility of growing strong, but the Reach is still very unstable.


After that we have House Dalt. A pitiful amount of dynastic prestige is theirs, but at least they have a large family. The Lord Paramount, despite being weak, has at least 10 children, so his succession is assured. Frankly, I would've liked to place the Martells in power, but they died out ages ago.


House Marbrand has 344 prestige and 34 living members. Considering they likely took Riverrun by force of arms or wiles, they have proven themselves useful. Hopefully, the family will remain in power for at least a generation. The constant turmoil of the Riverlands is getting annoying.


House Merlyn is the most pathetic of the bunch. 125 prestige, but with 32 members. Frankly, I don't expect them to last long as the Lords Paramount of the Iron Islands. I put them into position to see who would come out on top, them, the Greyjoys, or the Saltcliffes. If the Merlyns remain in power, then it will most likely be a stroke of luck.


The final Great House that has any remaining influence in Westeros that is not extinct is the Greyjoys. They have a very great amount of dynastic prestige, possibly the third in the realm, and they have a healthy 82 living members. I don't expect them to die anytime soon, and they could still be major players. The Starks, Martells, Tyrells, Arryns, and Baratheons are all extinct, with the Lannisters and Tullys having little power. They still hold a few lordships, but their power has been destroyed.


Next, the last of the Lords Paramount's houses, we have the Boles. With 147 prestige and 32 members, they are on par for weakness and mediocrity with the rest of the Lords Paramount. Not much to say here.


Now, the Tullys. With their removal from the Vale and Riverlands, they have gone from being the most powerful House in the realm after the Conningtons to near obscurity. While the have a large amount of prestige and thirty members, I do not expect the Tullys to do anything more beyond this point.


And finally, the House with the largest amount of dynastic prestige by far, the LANNISTERS. With a whopping 1752 dynastic prestige, any member of their family is a nice prestige catch. With 49 members, they are also likely to live a while yet. Unfortunately, they are bound to be forgotten now, because their last base of power, Casterly Rock, passed out of their hands as a result of a High Lady marrying normally. I do not know if any Lannisters even hold land at this point. I might give the Lannisters their base of power back if I can find a young man of their House, but that depends on the amount of time the Queen lives.


And so this is the second world update. After this, there will likely be one or two updates until I start the setup parts for the last Dance. These parts will just be quick summaries of character's rules. Expect at least a century to pass before I believe the realm to be prepared to be burnt to the ground. Also, I want Harrenhal to finish first at the least.
 

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Part Five-Two: The Interregnum.
This part will follow a different format. This will just be a continuously increasing compendium of all the time and the major events that take place in the century or so of relative peace. The only events that will really show up are screwed up successions, massive wars, and other major events, like the eventual restoration of Harrenhal.
King Aegon Connington the Eighth
- September 6th, 499 AL.

The courtroom had been eerily silent for the past few minutes. Controlled silence was a powerful tool, one that had been used by countless kings. The tension in the air proved its effectiveness. Many of the nobles in court today likely had no idea what was going to happen. Even the two children standing in front of the Iron Throne, one mature, the other young, had no idea why they were there. Maybe a noble or two had some notion about what was to happen here today, if they were astute enough to notice that both children were descendants of traitors, with traitor's blood and all that meaningless drivel.

I waited another minute, and then spoke quickly and briefly. "Sit, everyone. This session will be over quickly."
That caused a stir among the assembly. My choice of words had confused everybody, which was all the better.
"Alekyne Connington, step forward."
The young boy, who had been fidgeting and staring at the tapestries since he had arrived, jolted awake. Looking around nervously, he tried to find his guardian and regent. Unable to find him, the boy resigned himself and stepped forward. "Yes, my king?"
At least the boy had been taught manners enough.
"You are aware of your grandfather's transgressions, and what his punishment was?"
"Yes, my king. He was a traitor to the realm and dese-"
"Spare me. We both know you don't believe that. The point is this. The Tarlys have proven themselves incapable of ruling, and have so botched their attempts to rule that the land they were given to oversee has fractured horribly. As a result, the Lord Paramountcy is empty."
A few nobles around the room started to see where this was going, but the boy was still too young to understand.
"While the Conningtons of the Reach have not always been... trustworthy, they have proven capable. As a result, I name you Lord Paramount of the Reach. Rule well. This is your family's last chance. Fail, or betray me... well, you know your own history."
The boy stood thunderstruck. I doubt he truly understood what had quite transpired. I motioned to one of my Kingsguard and had him escort the young Lord Paramount out of the room. I turned to the young man.
"As for you, Hugh, I have a different thing in mind. I remember quite well what your father did to the realm. While he has been punished, I cannot in good conscience give you your former seat or any seat of real power. You were old enough to have despised my mother and I for what we did to your family."
"Your point, Sire? If you are not here to reward me, or punish me, then what is the purpose behind my being here?"
The court stirred at that response. A show of direct confrontation, especially from the son of a traitor, was near-unheard of.

"The point is this, my young kinsmen. While your father was a traitor, you ride his dragon and wield his blade. I cannot allow you to remain at court, for no doubt someone would try to put you on the throne at some point. I see no point in killing you, as my mother spared you while exacting punishment on many of your siblings. As a result, I have been forced to look for a compromise. Luckily, I found one."
I stood up as I finished speaking. I had found that standing and speaking loudly had a much greater effect on people than just proclaiming from your throne. It meant people should listen, because the event is clearly important.
"The Nine Free Cities of Essos have long been centers of commerce and wealth. While King's Landing is a great city, it does not compare to the likes of Braavos or Pentos. Moreover, I have found myself wondering what to do with an overflowing treasury. As a result, I have decided to create and finance the construction of a great city, rivaling the likes of the Nine Three Cities. The entirety of Claw Isle will be given over to this city's growth, and it is my wish that it grow prosperous and powerful."
I directed my full gaze at young Hugh.
"Perhaps now you understand why I have called you here. As of now, I strip you of all claims to the lands of Westeros. The only land you shall hold shall be that of the Free City of Dragonstone, based out of the newly built city of Leporon. You and all your children will be responsible for the prosperity of the new Free City. If it prospers, so shall you. If it fails, I will take special care to ensure that you suffer a much worse fate than either your father or your siblings."
Hugh, like the younger Alekyne before him, stood thunderstruck. He also did not understand the opportunity that had just been granted to him. It seemed as though he had gotten hung up on the "stripped of all claims" part of my declaration.
"Ser Edgerran, escort my kinsman and his wife to the ship that will take them to their new home. Take a full escort, and ensure that they arrive safely. I would not want any untoward accidents to occur to them along the way."
Without waiting for a response, I turned and strode out of the throne room. The best exit is one that is unexpected. This development should keep the court confused for a few days, and hopefully not aimed at maneuvering against me. Dealing with all the small time fools trying to kill me had become tedious.

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And so the first merchant republic in Westeros is formed. Considering how slowly the years pass now, I think I'll play in stretches of twenty five years and summarize every important event in those years. Besides the two events covered now, there really wasn't anything important besides a few Harrenhal rebuild speed events.