But Stannis still is - that said, an event where Joffrey, Tommen, and Myrcella become Baratheons again after winning the War of Five Kings would be nice
The Little Cub (Game of Thrones AAR)
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But Stannis still is - that said, an event where Joffrey, Tommen, and Myrcella become Baratheons again after winning the War of Five Kings would be nice
House Dayne's quite interesting. Trying to become the next Sword of the Morning is quite a challenge. There's also one AAR about the Ironborn called Release The Kraken. Seems like it's the second most read thread in CK2 AAR section.
I changed Tommen's dynasty to Baratheon right from the start, and it hasn't affected the gameplay one bit. Only thing that comes to my mind is that I can't execute Stannis without gaining the kinslayer trait.
Liking this so far. Amazing English isn't your 1st language considering the quality though do watch out for the odd spelling error. Personally I write in Word so I can use the spellcheck then post on here
Good start though-subbed
Good start though-subbed
It sure will be. I'll most likely start from Feast of Crows bookmark, because only Edric and Allyria should be alive then and they play into my story for my legitimized bastard. If the Martell's die out and leave Dorne in civil war, as I've seen in so many others games, it will get very interesting due to some personal connections of my beginning character.
As for other AARs, the only GoT one I've read is And Now My Watch Has Ended. I'd link it, but that's fairly tough on a mobile. It takes a Stark perspective with a legitimized Jon Snow. Absolutely brilliant writing. You should check it out, in case you haven't already.
The Little Cub
Part 8 - Waiting For The Storm To End
The capital was a quieter place after Ser Jaime had marched to the Stormlands, taking half of the troops in Kings Landing with him. Tommen wasn't sure who his uncle was supposed to be fighting against since Stannis was in Dragonstone, having had finally retreated from the North, only to find the Tyrell's sieging his island fortress a week later. ''A false dragon'', Ser Osmund had told him when asked, as if that would've made it any clearer to Tommen. Whoever he was, he'd lost a lot of men taking the Storm's End and wouldn't be able to stand a chance against the combined army of Tyrells and Ser Jaime. The ancestral seat of House Baratheon had been taken for the first time in it's long history, but now it's defences were weakened. Mace Tyrell was determined to take the castle this time; he'd spent most of Tommen's father's rebellion trying to starve Stannis Baratheon and his men to death outside of it. Ned Stark had lifted the siege after the Targaryens were defeated, and Mace Tyrell had returned home empty-handed. Such would've be the case this time, it seemed.
There was talk about another dragon as well, brought from Essos by the Iron King Crow's Eye's brother. Victarion Greyjoy had taken the Iron Fleet to Meereen, destroyed slaver's army besieging the city and asked for the Queen to return to Westeros with him. She had refused, but the Kraken didn't mean to leave empty-handed. Somehow the Greyjoy had obtained an old horn from Valyria, which allowed him to control one of Queen Daenerys' dragons. The Queen had been furious yet unable to do anything. Victarion had become the new master of the white dragon, Viserion, and returned on it's back to the Iron Islands. The rebellion of Great Wyk had ended soon after that, needless to say, and Victarion Greyjoy was hailed as a living legend and his tale was told throughout the Westeros. The only reason he hadn't been shouted as the new Iron King was because he'd converted to the religion of the eastern fire god, R'hllor, during his journey to Meereen. How can I send someone to face a dragon?, Tommen asked himself, wondering what'd happen if the Ironborn decided it was time to go to war.
Although the fighting was happening in Stormlands, the death came knocking on the gates of Kings Landing too. Grand Maester Pycelle fell a sleep and never woke up at the age of 82, and not long after the High Septon suddenly collapsed, never regaining his conscious. They both were buried in the Baelor's Sept, but with the money tied to warfare, the ceremonies held in their memory were only modest. A letter was sent to the Citadel, informing the Conclave that a new Grand Maester was needed, and the council of most devouted was summoned to the capital to elect a new High Septon.
Two years had passed since the Iron Bank of Braavos had sent it's envoy to meet up with Lord Regent Rosby. Now they were back, demanding that the Iron Throne would repay the loan. Knowing that at the same time the Braavosi had given money to fund Stannis' war against us, Rosby sent them home with their tails between their legs, telling them never to return. Not long after our trading with Braavos stopped completely.
Tommen didn't question Rosby's decision about refusing to pay the loan back. The Braavosi had made a grievous mistake when funding Stannis's campaign, and deserved to return home empty-handed. They are friends to my enemy, making them my enemies as well, Tommen thought. Once the boy made the error of speaking up his mind too loudly about the Braavosi in the presence of Ser Balon, who tried to get Tommen to realize the bigger picture. ''Braavos is the most important of the Free Cities, and we just made an enemy of them. Sometimes to get, you have to give. And if you never give, people may try to take things they want from you by force.'' Tommen slowly became to realize what a setback Rosby's deed had done, and how much he'd damaged the Iron Throne's reputation in Essos. Still, the boy couldn't understand why Rosby should've agreed to the Iron Bank's terms. Not after what they did.
Although it'd been years since he'd last seen Stannis, the boy king remembered what kind of a man he was. He'd never liked Stannis, and somehow always thought the feeling was mutual. He didn't get along well with anyone, Tommen recalled. If the words were to be believed, his rebellion was nearing it's end. As the days passed, more and more news came to Kings Landing about the campaign in the Stormlands. His mother's troops had joined Jaime's and together had engaged the False Dragon's remaining army that had retreated to Massey's Hook. Knowing that they were outnumbered, the Golden Company's captains had abandoned the False Dragon's cause and awaited for their fleet to carry them back to Essos. The Lion's army had engaged them near the shore, and thousands of mercenaries were cut down. The pretender managed to escape on a ship, but the Golden Company received a good reminder what happens when they set their foot on Westeros.
Tommen had received a letter from Dorne as well. Doran Martell had finally chosen his side, deciding to back the Iron Throne in it's struggle against the rebels. Not that it was needed any longer. Still, it was good to know the Martells hadn't completely abandoned the Iron Throne after Prince Oberyn's death. The letter also carried words from Tommen's sister, who apparently had given birth to a girl named Allyria. Tommen could no longer remember Myrcella's face, he realized. Maybe we'll get to see each other again once the war is finally over.
He didn't have to wait long for the news; three days later a bird flew from Dragonstone, informing that the castle had fallen and Stannis Baratheon was captured.
Part 8 - Waiting For The Storm To End
The capital was a quieter place after Ser Jaime had marched to the Stormlands, taking half of the troops in Kings Landing with him. Tommen wasn't sure who his uncle was supposed to be fighting against since Stannis was in Dragonstone, having had finally retreated from the North, only to find the Tyrell's sieging his island fortress a week later. ''A false dragon'', Ser Osmund had told him when asked, as if that would've made it any clearer to Tommen. Whoever he was, he'd lost a lot of men taking the Storm's End and wouldn't be able to stand a chance against the combined army of Tyrells and Ser Jaime. The ancestral seat of House Baratheon had been taken for the first time in it's long history, but now it's defences were weakened. Mace Tyrell was determined to take the castle this time; he'd spent most of Tommen's father's rebellion trying to starve Stannis Baratheon and his men to death outside of it. Ned Stark had lifted the siege after the Targaryens were defeated, and Mace Tyrell had returned home empty-handed. Such would've be the case this time, it seemed.
There was talk about another dragon as well, brought from Essos by the Iron King Crow's Eye's brother. Victarion Greyjoy had taken the Iron Fleet to Meereen, destroyed slaver's army besieging the city and asked for the Queen to return to Westeros with him. She had refused, but the Kraken didn't mean to leave empty-handed. Somehow the Greyjoy had obtained an old horn from Valyria, which allowed him to control one of Queen Daenerys' dragons. The Queen had been furious yet unable to do anything. Victarion had become the new master of the white dragon, Viserion, and returned on it's back to the Iron Islands. The rebellion of Great Wyk had ended soon after that, needless to say, and Victarion Greyjoy was hailed as a living legend and his tale was told throughout the Westeros. The only reason he hadn't been shouted as the new Iron King was because he'd converted to the religion of the eastern fire god, R'hllor, during his journey to Meereen. How can I send someone to face a dragon?, Tommen asked himself, wondering what'd happen if the Ironborn decided it was time to go to war.
Although the fighting was happening in Stormlands, the death came knocking on the gates of Kings Landing too. Grand Maester Pycelle fell a sleep and never woke up at the age of 82, and not long after the High Septon suddenly collapsed, never regaining his conscious. They both were buried in the Baelor's Sept, but with the money tied to warfare, the ceremonies held in their memory were only modest. A letter was sent to the Citadel, informing the Conclave that a new Grand Maester was needed, and the council of most devouted was summoned to the capital to elect a new High Septon.
Two years had passed since the Iron Bank of Braavos had sent it's envoy to meet up with Lord Regent Rosby. Now they were back, demanding that the Iron Throne would repay the loan. Knowing that at the same time the Braavosi had given money to fund Stannis' war against us, Rosby sent them home with their tails between their legs, telling them never to return. Not long after our trading with Braavos stopped completely.
Tommen didn't question Rosby's decision about refusing to pay the loan back. The Braavosi had made a grievous mistake when funding Stannis's campaign, and deserved to return home empty-handed. They are friends to my enemy, making them my enemies as well, Tommen thought. Once the boy made the error of speaking up his mind too loudly about the Braavosi in the presence of Ser Balon, who tried to get Tommen to realize the bigger picture. ''Braavos is the most important of the Free Cities, and we just made an enemy of them. Sometimes to get, you have to give. And if you never give, people may try to take things they want from you by force.'' Tommen slowly became to realize what a setback Rosby's deed had done, and how much he'd damaged the Iron Throne's reputation in Essos. Still, the boy couldn't understand why Rosby should've agreed to the Iron Bank's terms. Not after what they did.
Although it'd been years since he'd last seen Stannis, the boy king remembered what kind of a man he was. He'd never liked Stannis, and somehow always thought the feeling was mutual. He didn't get along well with anyone, Tommen recalled. If the words were to be believed, his rebellion was nearing it's end. As the days passed, more and more news came to Kings Landing about the campaign in the Stormlands. His mother's troops had joined Jaime's and together had engaged the False Dragon's remaining army that had retreated to Massey's Hook. Knowing that they were outnumbered, the Golden Company's captains had abandoned the False Dragon's cause and awaited for their fleet to carry them back to Essos. The Lion's army had engaged them near the shore, and thousands of mercenaries were cut down. The pretender managed to escape on a ship, but the Golden Company received a good reminder what happens when they set their foot on Westeros.
Tommen had received a letter from Dorne as well. Doran Martell had finally chosen his side, deciding to back the Iron Throne in it's struggle against the rebels. Not that it was needed any longer. Still, it was good to know the Martells hadn't completely abandoned the Iron Throne after Prince Oberyn's death. The letter also carried words from Tommen's sister, who apparently had given birth to a girl named Allyria. Tommen could no longer remember Myrcella's face, he realized. Maybe we'll get to see each other again once the war is finally over.
He didn't have to wait long for the news; three days later a bird flew from Dragonstone, informing that the castle had fallen and Stannis Baratheon was captured.
Aegon is still the lord of Rain House. I'll write about him more later, so you just keep on waiting. ; )
If you meant Victarion's dragon.. well, I have absolutely no idea how he obtained it since he didn't marry Daenerys. He'll show up again later as well.
If you meant Victarion's dragon.. well, I have absolutely no idea how he obtained it since he didn't marry Daenerys. He'll show up again later as well.
The Little Cub
Part 9 - The King Who Knelt
The war was finally over.
The Kings Landing, in it's all poor misery, had turned into a beacon of merriment and joy. The bells of the Baelor's Sept were tolled from dawn to dusk during the day of victory, and people celebrated like no tomorrow. Tommen would've wanted to see it by himself, but Ser Balon assured the boy king it would be unwise; Ser Osfryd had his hands full keeping all the drunken celebrants in order, and the rate of reported crimes had tripled. Nevertheless the people were were happier than in a long time, and more and more folk poured into the city every day.
The armies in Stormlands had been sent a word about Dragonstone's capture, and most troops were already disbanded. Lord Mace Tyrell had left five thousand troops in Stormlands to conquer the remaining rebel holdings, but the task was mostly about accepting their surrenders. All captives were to be brought to Kings Landing, including my uncle Stannis Baratheon, whose arrival the people awaited eagerly.
The Council of Most Devout had finally chosen a new High Septon, and the king's presence was requested in his crowning. The celebrating was still going on, but with a hundred guards clearing the way and all the kingsguards present(except for Ser Jaime), Tommen made his way through the masses to the Sept of Baelor. As he climbed up the steps and looked over his shoulder, the boy king was captivated by the vast amount of smallfolk that had gathered in the square. Thousands and thousands again, the boy could only think. And all shouting my name.
The sept itself was as magnificent as Tommen remembered. It was packed full of septons and lords and ladies from all around the Seven Kingdoms, and Tommen with his crown seemed to draw the attention of them all upon entering. The ceremony began after the Boy King had taken a seat. There was a prayer and a requiem for the old High Septon before the new one was given his crown of glass. Then the new High Septon began to preach, captivating everyone present with his voice. After the ceremony was over, Tommen once again found himself at the steps of the Baelor's Sept, waiting for the guards to carve out a way for them through the masses. The boy king turned to Ser Balon, still thinking about the new High Septon's preach, and asked his guardian how he could do his best to serve the Seven. ''Always do what your heart tells you to, and do it with courage. As a king you must not show fear, as it corrupts the hearts of men who follow you,'' the Kingsguard answered.
The Tyrell fleet arrived a day later. Most of the ships stayed anchored close to the shore, not risking to sail through the ship graveyard that still remained at the mouth of Blackwater Rush. The Tyrells had Stannis Baratheon paraded in chains
through the Mud Gate, the gate he couldn't breach, and through the King's Landing, the city he couldn't take, to the Red Keep. There King Tommen, first of his name, received him, sitting on the throne he'd failed to seize.
On King Tommen's sides sat his last two councillors, Lord Regent Rosby being on his right side and Lady Margaery on left. The throne room was full of nobles, soldiers and other courtiers. Stannis Baratheon was marched by the Tyrell guardsman to the centre of the throne room where he was forced on his knees. Tommen looked down at his uncle, and their eyes met. Don't look away, Tommen reminded himself. You're not scared of him. He's on your mercy. Stannis Baratheon was sullen as ever, staring angrily at Tommen until Rosby opened his mouth. ''We've been waiting for your return to capital, Lord Stannis. You could've saved us the trouble by having stayed after your previous visit.'' The Once-King-of-the-Narrow-Sea smirked, replying angrily: ''Spare me the chatter. Let's be done with this.''
Lord Rosby stood up, and everyone's eyes turned to him. ''King Tommen, the first of his name, has kindly promised to forgive every common soldier that has served Lord Stannis Baratheon in his unjust war against the Iron Throne. Loyalty is not a crime but a virtue, and every lowborn man and woman is free to return to their homes as long as they swear a new oath to King Tommen, promising lifelong loyalty to him and the Iron Throne. Every lord and knight is free to leave as well after having made the same oath, yet all their lands and titles shall be confiscated and granted to those that have proven themselves true followers of King Tommen's rule not only by words but also by swords. As for Lord Stannis Baratheon.. Speak up now if you have something to say before the King decides your fate.''
Tommen could see Stannis get up on his feet and look straight at him. The court waited in silence whether Lord Stannis would plead for mercy or throw curses at the King, knowing the next few words would seal his fate.
''You're neither kin nor king of mine,'' Lord Stannis replied defiantly while looking into Tommen's eyes.
Lord Rosby nodded to Tommen as a sign to speak up. The Boy King had never been one for flattering words, and spoke better with a sword. Still, trying to appear as confident as possible, he opened his mouth and raised his voice; ''Lord Stannis Baratheon, I condemn to spend the rest of your days at the Wall. You will swear an oath to the Night's Watch and live out what remains of your life protecting the realm.''
Lady Margaery Tyrell, the master of laws nodded in agreement, saying; ''The King has spoken. Lord Stannis, if you truly are Azor Ahai reborn as your priestess claims you to be, that is where your true battlefield lies. Return to the Wall.. and bring the light there with you.''
The guards escorted Stannis outside and Tommen heard Lord Rosby ask: ''What about the Stormlands, your Grace?'' The King shifted in his seat, unsure what to do. Lady Margaery noticed his uncertainity and spoke up: ''Stannis has a daughter, a cousin of yours who's but a child and didn't have any part in the rebellion. The Stormlands have belonged to the Baratheons for three centuries, a tradition not necessarily needing to be broken. Dragonstone on the other hand has been the seat of the crown prince ever since the dragon kings. You should keep it until an heir is born.'' It sounded good to Tommen, who nodded, saying: ''So be it.''
Most of the day went by as nobles, knights and common soldiers swore fealty to Tommen. A few nobles refused to give up their lands and were imprisoned. Lord Elwood Meadows of Grassy Vale was one of them, but instead of willingly being escorted to a dungeon, he demanded a trial by combat. Tommen granted the lord his wish, sending Ser Robert Strong to face him. The duel was held in the throne room in front of all other captive lords. Although Lord Elwood was a trained swordsman, Ser Robert cut him in two after the fight had been going on for less than ten seconds. Needless to say, after that none else demanded to test their innocence in single combat.
Before Tommen was also brought Princess Asha Greyjoy, found as a captive in Dragonstone. She told her story in front of the court, saying how she'd run away from the Iron Islands after the crowning of Crow's Eye, only to end up being captured by Lord Stannis and held a prisoner for three years. Knowing she could not return back home when his uncle was the king, she asked Tommen's blessing to stay at court in the Red Keep which the boy king gave her.
When the day was finally done, Tommen was too tired to even write in his journal. He fell asleep almost immediately when falling on bed, being blissfully ignorant of the news that the morrow would bring.
Part 9 - The King Who Knelt
The war was finally over.
The Kings Landing, in it's all poor misery, had turned into a beacon of merriment and joy. The bells of the Baelor's Sept were tolled from dawn to dusk during the day of victory, and people celebrated like no tomorrow. Tommen would've wanted to see it by himself, but Ser Balon assured the boy king it would be unwise; Ser Osfryd had his hands full keeping all the drunken celebrants in order, and the rate of reported crimes had tripled. Nevertheless the people were were happier than in a long time, and more and more folk poured into the city every day.
The armies in Stormlands had been sent a word about Dragonstone's capture, and most troops were already disbanded. Lord Mace Tyrell had left five thousand troops in Stormlands to conquer the remaining rebel holdings, but the task was mostly about accepting their surrenders. All captives were to be brought to Kings Landing, including my uncle Stannis Baratheon, whose arrival the people awaited eagerly.
The Council of Most Devout had finally chosen a new High Septon, and the king's presence was requested in his crowning. The celebrating was still going on, but with a hundred guards clearing the way and all the kingsguards present(except for Ser Jaime), Tommen made his way through the masses to the Sept of Baelor. As he climbed up the steps and looked over his shoulder, the boy king was captivated by the vast amount of smallfolk that had gathered in the square. Thousands and thousands again, the boy could only think. And all shouting my name.
The sept itself was as magnificent as Tommen remembered. It was packed full of septons and lords and ladies from all around the Seven Kingdoms, and Tommen with his crown seemed to draw the attention of them all upon entering. The ceremony began after the Boy King had taken a seat. There was a prayer and a requiem for the old High Septon before the new one was given his crown of glass. Then the new High Septon began to preach, captivating everyone present with his voice. After the ceremony was over, Tommen once again found himself at the steps of the Baelor's Sept, waiting for the guards to carve out a way for them through the masses. The boy king turned to Ser Balon, still thinking about the new High Septon's preach, and asked his guardian how he could do his best to serve the Seven. ''Always do what your heart tells you to, and do it with courage. As a king you must not show fear, as it corrupts the hearts of men who follow you,'' the Kingsguard answered.
The Tyrell fleet arrived a day later. Most of the ships stayed anchored close to the shore, not risking to sail through the ship graveyard that still remained at the mouth of Blackwater Rush. The Tyrells had Stannis Baratheon paraded in chains
through the Mud Gate, the gate he couldn't breach, and through the King's Landing, the city he couldn't take, to the Red Keep. There King Tommen, first of his name, received him, sitting on the throne he'd failed to seize.
On King Tommen's sides sat his last two councillors, Lord Regent Rosby being on his right side and Lady Margaery on left. The throne room was full of nobles, soldiers and other courtiers. Stannis Baratheon was marched by the Tyrell guardsman to the centre of the throne room where he was forced on his knees. Tommen looked down at his uncle, and their eyes met. Don't look away, Tommen reminded himself. You're not scared of him. He's on your mercy. Stannis Baratheon was sullen as ever, staring angrily at Tommen until Rosby opened his mouth. ''We've been waiting for your return to capital, Lord Stannis. You could've saved us the trouble by having stayed after your previous visit.'' The Once-King-of-the-Narrow-Sea smirked, replying angrily: ''Spare me the chatter. Let's be done with this.''
Lord Rosby stood up, and everyone's eyes turned to him. ''King Tommen, the first of his name, has kindly promised to forgive every common soldier that has served Lord Stannis Baratheon in his unjust war against the Iron Throne. Loyalty is not a crime but a virtue, and every lowborn man and woman is free to return to their homes as long as they swear a new oath to King Tommen, promising lifelong loyalty to him and the Iron Throne. Every lord and knight is free to leave as well after having made the same oath, yet all their lands and titles shall be confiscated and granted to those that have proven themselves true followers of King Tommen's rule not only by words but also by swords. As for Lord Stannis Baratheon.. Speak up now if you have something to say before the King decides your fate.''
Tommen could see Stannis get up on his feet and look straight at him. The court waited in silence whether Lord Stannis would plead for mercy or throw curses at the King, knowing the next few words would seal his fate.
''You're neither kin nor king of mine,'' Lord Stannis replied defiantly while looking into Tommen's eyes.
Lord Rosby nodded to Tommen as a sign to speak up. The Boy King had never been one for flattering words, and spoke better with a sword. Still, trying to appear as confident as possible, he opened his mouth and raised his voice; ''Lord Stannis Baratheon, I condemn to spend the rest of your days at the Wall. You will swear an oath to the Night's Watch and live out what remains of your life protecting the realm.''
Lady Margaery Tyrell, the master of laws nodded in agreement, saying; ''The King has spoken. Lord Stannis, if you truly are Azor Ahai reborn as your priestess claims you to be, that is where your true battlefield lies. Return to the Wall.. and bring the light there with you.''
The guards escorted Stannis outside and Tommen heard Lord Rosby ask: ''What about the Stormlands, your Grace?'' The King shifted in his seat, unsure what to do. Lady Margaery noticed his uncertainity and spoke up: ''Stannis has a daughter, a cousin of yours who's but a child and didn't have any part in the rebellion. The Stormlands have belonged to the Baratheons for three centuries, a tradition not necessarily needing to be broken. Dragonstone on the other hand has been the seat of the crown prince ever since the dragon kings. You should keep it until an heir is born.'' It sounded good to Tommen, who nodded, saying: ''So be it.''
Most of the day went by as nobles, knights and common soldiers swore fealty to Tommen. A few nobles refused to give up their lands and were imprisoned. Lord Elwood Meadows of Grassy Vale was one of them, but instead of willingly being escorted to a dungeon, he demanded a trial by combat. Tommen granted the lord his wish, sending Ser Robert Strong to face him. The duel was held in the throne room in front of all other captive lords. Although Lord Elwood was a trained swordsman, Ser Robert cut him in two after the fight had been going on for less than ten seconds. Needless to say, after that none else demanded to test their innocence in single combat.
Before Tommen was also brought Princess Asha Greyjoy, found as a captive in Dragonstone. She told her story in front of the court, saying how she'd run away from the Iron Islands after the crowning of Crow's Eye, only to end up being captured by Lord Stannis and held a prisoner for three years. Knowing she could not return back home when his uncle was the king, she asked Tommen's blessing to stay at court in the Red Keep which the boy king gave her.
When the day was finally done, Tommen was too tired to even write in his journal. He fell asleep almost immediately when falling on bed, being blissfully ignorant of the news that the morrow would bring.
Looks like it's mop-up time! At this rate Tommen is never going to enjoy a peaceful moment.
Mm-hm. After that Qyburn's letter, people have -50 relationship with Tommen. And considering he has -1000 prestige, he gets additional -20 points to relations with everyone. Lucky thing he has no negative traits, tho! So far I've had awesome moments in-game that'll look great when written down.
Unfortunately the whole 'illegitimacy' plot is kind of broken for the AI right now. It's a lot stronger than it should be, requiring fewer confederates, and they just love dishing it out, even the most loyal.
Hello, Aidun. I've been reading your AAR and I thought you did a solid job at portraying Tommen. I've nominated you for Character Writer of the Week. Head over and bask in the adulation.
Congratulations!
Congratulations!
Like I wrote in the topic linked by unc15, all feedback and comments I've been given helps me stay motivated to keep on writing more. So thanks to everyone who's raised their voice! I hope you'll enjoy reading the AAR!
The Little Cub
Part 10 - Demise of the Dragon
Right after one war ended, another one had started. Until now the kingdoms had been engaged in wars that had begun before Tommen's reign, but this time it was different. Ser Jaime had crushed the False Dragon's mercenaries in Massey's Hook, and their leader had lost an eye in the battle. This Aegon hadn't left Westeros, though, and now the Crownlands had risen up, hoping to make him the king. What have I done wrong?, Tommen couldn't help but to think. He'd done what he could, considering a regent was ruling in his name, to keep the people happy. He was kind to his subjects, and always patiently listened to matters that required his attention. Yet it was not enough.
Lord Commander Jaime had been sent a message not to return to capital, but to head to Farring Cross, one of the last two fortresses of Stannis loyalists. Once it fell, he'd take the war to the newly-risen-up rebels. Duskendale, Bywater, Byford, Mosborough, Dalston Keep.. and now Rosby. Lord Guncer Rosby had been in contact with the rebels, promising to open the gates of King's Landing once their armies arrived. Luckily Lady Margaery had intercepted one of his letters before that came to happen. Lord Guncer managed to escape, and Lady Margaery was reinstated as my regent.
Soon another Tyrell joined the Small Council. The Conclave of Citadel had chosen Maester Medwick to become the new Grand Maester, and he arrived on a ship from Oldtown. I was familiar with Lazy-Leo Tyrell, a former acolyte of Citadel who'd suddenly decided studying wasn't for him, deciding to move to the court of King's Landing. I never liked the man, but Medwick seemed to be of a different sort. At first it was weird to see someone younger take care of tasks Pycelle had been responsible for before, but I soon grew used to the sight of Medwick.
Lord Mace Tyrell's troops joined the fight on our side against the Crownlander rebel lords. Most of his troops had already been disbanded, but he led a force of five thousand that took the fight to the rebels south-east of King's Landing, whereas Ser Jaime moved towards Rosby and Duskendale once Farring's Crossing was finally taken. The war would take some time, it seemed. Although we had the numbers, their troops were scattered around the Crownlands in small detachments, forcing Ser Jaime to deal with them one at a time.
Tommen spent his days out on the yard, honing his skills in melée. There were only few in King's Landing that could match him in swordsplay except for the kingsguards, so Tommen asked Ser Balon for an advice on what to do. Instead of giving the boy king tips about how to fight against a single opponent, he sent two opponents to face him. As that wasn't enough, the number soon increased to three.
Then came my fourteenth nameday. I am not a man yet or capable of ruling by myself, but I'm old enough to do my duty as a husband. Margaery joined the boy king in his chamber that night for the first time, and helped Tommen to understand better what it meant to be a man.
As time passed, this Aegon of Rain House became even a bigger problem. A handful of lords from Stormlands had risen up against my cousin, Lady Paramount Shireen, hoping to reinstate the False Dragon as their new liege. As we had a common enemy - this Aegon's supporters - I accepted the call to arms. Although Shireen was a child of the traitor Stannis Baratheon, she wasn't angry with me for having had fought a war with his father for the past three years. Realizing I could've given the Stormlands to anyone else or that I could've had his father killed, she was only grateful.
Gilbert Farring, the lord of Farring Crossing was brought before me after Ser Jaime had taken the castle. I had already forgiven his brother, Ser Godry, for his involvement in War of the Five Kings on Lord Stannis' side, yet Lord Gilbert had refused to surrender even after Dragonstone's fall. I revoked his lands and handed them to Ormund Orlon, a local courtier who I'd appointed as the master of coin after Lord Rosby's betrayal. Chyttering Brook suffered the same fate, and soon continued supporting the Iron Throne under Lord Morgan Rundell - also a lowborn man that I'd risen to lordship for posessing great talent in diplomacy. I began to treat people according to their skills and not only for their family names. Ruling was like giving candy, I soon came to realize; if everyone got the same amount, people were all happy.
One day dark wings carried dark words. I had known the day would come, but it still took me by surprise to hear that my mother had passed away. I had not seen her for five years, although we'd sent letters back and forth. As her only living son I became the new lord of Westerlands, but the title meant little compared to what I had lost. The Lannisters had been Lord Paramounts of the Westerlands for thousands of years, and I didn't wish to break the tradition. Knowing I couldn't at the same time do the responsibilities required from the King and the Lord of Westerlands, I decided to return the title to those that it belonged.
The Lannister name had not died out with my mother. Lord Paramount Tommen Lannister, the son of King Loren Lannister had two sons. His eldest son inherited the Westerlands, whereas his second son had become the lord of Lannisport. The main line had died out, but the Lannisters of Lannisport were very much alive. I decided to grant the Westerlands to Lord Tyran Lannister's eldest son, Melwyn Lannister, knowing that I'd earn the respect and loyalty of the Westerlands for returning it to it's rightful rulers.
As if the loss of my mother had not been enough, Shireen Baratheon soon faced an untimely death in suspicious circumstances. As the only Baratheon alive - other than the my uncle Stannis of course - I inherited the Stormlands. Although several vassals of mine suggested that they should be given the title of Lord Paramount, I refused, knowing that Storm's End was the ancient seat of my house. Although the Baratheon name had lived only three centuries, I was also descended from House Durrendon of Storm Kings through Princess Argella's and Orys Baratheon's marriage. Storm's End was mine, and none would take it from me.
Not even the False Dragon, it seemed. Aegon of Essos was caught by the Tyrells, who brought the pretender to King's Landing in chains. Now that Rain House once again belonged to the crown, I returned it to House Wylde - it's previous owners. For days I had an inner struggle with myself whether I should execute Aegon or not, and by that cut the purpose from the two rebellions that were still raging in my kingdom. I had to protect my kingdom and its people from the horrors of war by trying to end it as soon as possible and without any further bloodshed, yet I had never been fond of the heads I'd seen on a spike atop the Red Keep's gates. That's not me. That's not how I want to rule, I soon came to realize.
In the end, Aegon made the decision for me. The guards dragged him from the dungeons as he demanded a trial by combat. The pretender had lost an eye somewhere along the fighting taking place in Stormlands, but it didn't seem to affect his ability to swing a sword. I was certain that sending Ser Robert Strong or someone else from my kingsguard against him would turn out to be the end of him. That was when Ser Godry stepped from the crowd.
Ser Godry was the little brother of Gilbert Farring, the man I'd revoked the lordship of Farring Crossing from for having followed Stannis all the way till the end. Ser Godry's brother remained in the dungeons of King's Landing, although Ser Godry himself had been pardoned for having taken part in the war on Stannis' side. Wanting to redeem the name of his family and earn back the respect of Iron Throne, Ser Godry offered to fight as my champion against Aegon of Essos. I knew the strength and skill Ser Godry posessed, and envied the noble purpose of his. I gave him my blessing, hoping that the Gods would prove Aegon guilty - or else thousands more might die.
The boy pretender was well trained in melée, but he was no match against the brilliant Ser Godry. The first time I'd seen a man die had been during a trial by combat, I recalled, yet the sight of blood no longer frightened me as much. I congratulated Ser Godry for prevailing and promised to set his brother free as long as he would swear the same oath I'd required from every man who fought under the fiery heart of the Lord of Light. I had already granted Farring Crossing to lord Ormund Orlon, my new Master of Coin, but the Farring brothers were alive. And that was enough for them to be thankful.
I could've sent troops to every castle that had risen up against me and imprisoned their lord. Yet I had grown tired of war, and didn't wish for a single man more to die because of who sat on the Iron Throne. I forgave the rebel lords yet remembered their names, knowing I had every right to move against them in the future should they prove troublesome.
For a moment there was peace in Westeros. But for how long.. That I couldn't say.
Part 10 - Demise of the Dragon
Right after one war ended, another one had started. Until now the kingdoms had been engaged in wars that had begun before Tommen's reign, but this time it was different. Ser Jaime had crushed the False Dragon's mercenaries in Massey's Hook, and their leader had lost an eye in the battle. This Aegon hadn't left Westeros, though, and now the Crownlands had risen up, hoping to make him the king. What have I done wrong?, Tommen couldn't help but to think. He'd done what he could, considering a regent was ruling in his name, to keep the people happy. He was kind to his subjects, and always patiently listened to matters that required his attention. Yet it was not enough.
Lord Commander Jaime had been sent a message not to return to capital, but to head to Farring Cross, one of the last two fortresses of Stannis loyalists. Once it fell, he'd take the war to the newly-risen-up rebels. Duskendale, Bywater, Byford, Mosborough, Dalston Keep.. and now Rosby. Lord Guncer Rosby had been in contact with the rebels, promising to open the gates of King's Landing once their armies arrived. Luckily Lady Margaery had intercepted one of his letters before that came to happen. Lord Guncer managed to escape, and Lady Margaery was reinstated as my regent.
Soon another Tyrell joined the Small Council. The Conclave of Citadel had chosen Maester Medwick to become the new Grand Maester, and he arrived on a ship from Oldtown. I was familiar with Lazy-Leo Tyrell, a former acolyte of Citadel who'd suddenly decided studying wasn't for him, deciding to move to the court of King's Landing. I never liked the man, but Medwick seemed to be of a different sort. At first it was weird to see someone younger take care of tasks Pycelle had been responsible for before, but I soon grew used to the sight of Medwick.
Lord Mace Tyrell's troops joined the fight on our side against the Crownlander rebel lords. Most of his troops had already been disbanded, but he led a force of five thousand that took the fight to the rebels south-east of King's Landing, whereas Ser Jaime moved towards Rosby and Duskendale once Farring's Crossing was finally taken. The war would take some time, it seemed. Although we had the numbers, their troops were scattered around the Crownlands in small detachments, forcing Ser Jaime to deal with them one at a time.
Tommen spent his days out on the yard, honing his skills in melée. There were only few in King's Landing that could match him in swordsplay except for the kingsguards, so Tommen asked Ser Balon for an advice on what to do. Instead of giving the boy king tips about how to fight against a single opponent, he sent two opponents to face him. As that wasn't enough, the number soon increased to three.
Then came my fourteenth nameday. I am not a man yet or capable of ruling by myself, but I'm old enough to do my duty as a husband. Margaery joined the boy king in his chamber that night for the first time, and helped Tommen to understand better what it meant to be a man.
As time passed, this Aegon of Rain House became even a bigger problem. A handful of lords from Stormlands had risen up against my cousin, Lady Paramount Shireen, hoping to reinstate the False Dragon as their new liege. As we had a common enemy - this Aegon's supporters - I accepted the call to arms. Although Shireen was a child of the traitor Stannis Baratheon, she wasn't angry with me for having had fought a war with his father for the past three years. Realizing I could've given the Stormlands to anyone else or that I could've had his father killed, she was only grateful.
Gilbert Farring, the lord of Farring Crossing was brought before me after Ser Jaime had taken the castle. I had already forgiven his brother, Ser Godry, for his involvement in War of the Five Kings on Lord Stannis' side, yet Lord Gilbert had refused to surrender even after Dragonstone's fall. I revoked his lands and handed them to Ormund Orlon, a local courtier who I'd appointed as the master of coin after Lord Rosby's betrayal. Chyttering Brook suffered the same fate, and soon continued supporting the Iron Throne under Lord Morgan Rundell - also a lowborn man that I'd risen to lordship for posessing great talent in diplomacy. I began to treat people according to their skills and not only for their family names. Ruling was like giving candy, I soon came to realize; if everyone got the same amount, people were all happy.
One day dark wings carried dark words. I had known the day would come, but it still took me by surprise to hear that my mother had passed away. I had not seen her for five years, although we'd sent letters back and forth. As her only living son I became the new lord of Westerlands, but the title meant little compared to what I had lost. The Lannisters had been Lord Paramounts of the Westerlands for thousands of years, and I didn't wish to break the tradition. Knowing I couldn't at the same time do the responsibilities required from the King and the Lord of Westerlands, I decided to return the title to those that it belonged.
The Lannister name had not died out with my mother. Lord Paramount Tommen Lannister, the son of King Loren Lannister had two sons. His eldest son inherited the Westerlands, whereas his second son had become the lord of Lannisport. The main line had died out, but the Lannisters of Lannisport were very much alive. I decided to grant the Westerlands to Lord Tyran Lannister's eldest son, Melwyn Lannister, knowing that I'd earn the respect and loyalty of the Westerlands for returning it to it's rightful rulers.
As if the loss of my mother had not been enough, Shireen Baratheon soon faced an untimely death in suspicious circumstances. As the only Baratheon alive - other than the my uncle Stannis of course - I inherited the Stormlands. Although several vassals of mine suggested that they should be given the title of Lord Paramount, I refused, knowing that Storm's End was the ancient seat of my house. Although the Baratheon name had lived only three centuries, I was also descended from House Durrendon of Storm Kings through Princess Argella's and Orys Baratheon's marriage. Storm's End was mine, and none would take it from me.
Not even the False Dragon, it seemed. Aegon of Essos was caught by the Tyrells, who brought the pretender to King's Landing in chains. Now that Rain House once again belonged to the crown, I returned it to House Wylde - it's previous owners. For days I had an inner struggle with myself whether I should execute Aegon or not, and by that cut the purpose from the two rebellions that were still raging in my kingdom. I had to protect my kingdom and its people from the horrors of war by trying to end it as soon as possible and without any further bloodshed, yet I had never been fond of the heads I'd seen on a spike atop the Red Keep's gates. That's not me. That's not how I want to rule, I soon came to realize.
In the end, Aegon made the decision for me. The guards dragged him from the dungeons as he demanded a trial by combat. The pretender had lost an eye somewhere along the fighting taking place in Stormlands, but it didn't seem to affect his ability to swing a sword. I was certain that sending Ser Robert Strong or someone else from my kingsguard against him would turn out to be the end of him. That was when Ser Godry stepped from the crowd.
Ser Godry was the little brother of Gilbert Farring, the man I'd revoked the lordship of Farring Crossing from for having followed Stannis all the way till the end. Ser Godry's brother remained in the dungeons of King's Landing, although Ser Godry himself had been pardoned for having taken part in the war on Stannis' side. Wanting to redeem the name of his family and earn back the respect of Iron Throne, Ser Godry offered to fight as my champion against Aegon of Essos. I knew the strength and skill Ser Godry posessed, and envied the noble purpose of his. I gave him my blessing, hoping that the Gods would prove Aegon guilty - or else thousands more might die.
The boy pretender was well trained in melée, but he was no match against the brilliant Ser Godry. The first time I'd seen a man die had been during a trial by combat, I recalled, yet the sight of blood no longer frightened me as much. I congratulated Ser Godry for prevailing and promised to set his brother free as long as he would swear the same oath I'd required from every man who fought under the fiery heart of the Lord of Light. I had already granted Farring Crossing to lord Ormund Orlon, my new Master of Coin, but the Farring brothers were alive. And that was enough for them to be thankful.
I could've sent troops to every castle that had risen up against me and imprisoned their lord. Yet I had grown tired of war, and didn't wish for a single man more to die because of who sat on the Iron Throne. I forgave the rebel lords yet remembered their names, knowing I had every right to move against them in the future should they prove troublesome.
For a moment there was peace in Westeros. But for how long.. That I couldn't say.
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I'd say he's only getting stronger. It's the Kind trait and my personal laziness. And if I had tried to imprison the rebel lords, some would've managed to evade capture and risen in revolt. I simply didn't want to spend the next year or two in-game running around the Crownlands.