2 Chapter 2: Lions and Wolves
(Casterly Rock, The Westerlands, The Seven Kingdoms of Westeros, Westeros, GoT Universe)
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(Year 268 AC)
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Another two years had quickly since passed by and Lucion Lannister had slowly begun to act. His first priorities involved learning Combat, High Valyrian, and Education.
His goal was to master the Sword, Bow, Spear, Dagger, Horse, and Axe. In fact, he wanted to form three Brigades that specialized with a specific type of weapon. Like say the Dragonbone Bow Brigade, Goldenheart Bow Brigade, or Weirwood Bow Brigade.
Or a Dragonbone Spear, Weirwood Spear, and Goldenheart Spear Brigade. Men and women dedicated to the mastery of their weapons.
Which made mastering each weapon very important to Lucion's future goals. Ideally each group would number somewhere between 1500-3600 strong But Dragonbone was rare, and Weirwood's took forever to regrow meaning one had to be very careful when harvesting the Wood for a Weapon like a Spear or a Bow.
Goldenheart was forbidden under Summer Islands Law to be exported, but there was an interesting Loophole in that law. The Wood itself was forbidden from exportation, but not things made from it. Therefore, it should be a simple matter to Order Goldenheart Bows and Spears in Large quantities.
As for High Valyrian, Lucion wanted to learn to speak it and write it, before attempting to learn the regional dialect variations. But the reason he wanted to learn it was to fully benefit from the founding of a Bank of Westeros. If he ever stood a chance supplanting the Iron Bank, then deals with Valyrian speaking countries would make learning the language vital.
In regard to his Education, he intended to not hold back. He wanted to be the epitome of the following: Touched by Midas, A Grey Eminence, God of War, Child of Nyx, and that translated to A Brilliant Strategist, Diplomat, Steward, and Whisperer.
Trouble was that at heart he was very, very lazy, he valued his sleep. He hated an early morning, but he needed this to happen and the sooner he got started the faster his education would progress and the quicker he'd be able to do his own thing.
Which amounted a little more than what Robert Baratheon was in Cannon, except he didn't intend to get a beer and wine belly.
Also, if he could help it the only whores, he'd be fucking would be Ros, Armeca, and Bellegere Otherys. Granted that was unlikely, but it was certainly at least worth a wet dream or two.
In point of fact, he'd heard whispers. This raised some concerns as they were concerning his fostering. Talk was he might be fostered at Court or within the West.
But Lucion wanted to instead foster in The North under the roof of House Stark. He should be up front now in that he wanted Lyanna Stark as a Bride. Meta-Knowledge aside you don't whore around before or after being betrothed or wed unless it's an open marriage or you're a swinger. Neither of which were q thing in Westeros thankfully.
It might work in the Summer Islands, but Westeros was another story altogether.
There was a particular reason he wanted The Lady Lyanna for his bride, and that was because he wanted to modernize parts of The North as a first line Against the icicle dicks. But also, because she deserved better than Rhaegar or Robert...well that plus the Rebellion.
Call him selfish if you must but it was better for everyone if Lucion took over as King. That may off as slightly egotistical or narcissistic, but unlike anyone else he knew what was coming, which made a strong king necessary.
He'd try and keep Elia Martell alive.
He'd also decided long ago that he'd kill problems before they became one. Meryn Trant, Boros Blount, Littlefinger, Ramsay Snow, Amory Lorch, Gregor Clegane, Sybelle Spicer, and Janos Slynt while he's able to.
He Would have and could have Them all killed off quickly and easily enough. Trouble is he needed to wait for the Spicer bitch to whelp her Brats first, and he wanted to dose Clegane and Lorch with Basilisks Blood on the sly. As for Littlefinger the little prick would be hung and drawn and quartered. Ramsay would be flayed alive, and then fed to rabid dogs, and the rest weren't significant enough to warrant anything more than death by tavern brawl.
As for the now.
He knew his best chance getting his desired fostering was to speak with his mother. But no one ever really was able to fool one's own mother until they could lie with a straight face and no mischief.
That said there was something he could do.
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(Gerion Lannister POV)
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(Time-skip: Four Days Later)
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Lucion was his favorite Lannister regardless of Gender.
Because the boy had a mischievous streak that surpassed Gerion's own. He came to see him at his nephews request to find him packed and waiting.
The boy informed him he would choose the house that fostered him not anyone else, and that Gerion would help him leave.
Amused, Gerion played along as Lucion, and he sneaked around the castle. It wasn't until Lucion started packing and mounting a horse that Gerion realized his nephew was serious and this wasn't some small grand little game.
What's more the little Lion had intimated he was aware of his uncle's apparently indiscreet meetings with a servant girl.
Rather than blackmail him, Lucion asked only that Gerion wait ten minutes before informing his mother of his escape.
In the four days that have passed since, Gerion's week has been an exemplar...of annoyance.
He was annoyed because as punishment Joanna ordered him to personally check on the condition of Casterly Rock's Cisterns, Drains, and privy pipes.
To make matters worse the Riders sent after Lucion had found no sign of the boy. And to top it off they couldn't very well send Ravens outside the Westerlands asking for search parties, it was a sign of weakness.
Lucion better hope that Gerion gets to him before Tygett does, because as fond of Lucion as Tyger was, his familial duty came first and that meant that unless the boy was in his, Kevan, or Genna's Care then Tygett would deliver him straight to Joanna.
Now no one in the family believed in taking a hard Rod to a child's behind, but Love wasn't the only reason Tywin and Joanna meshed so well. Both knew how to make an otherwise important job into a devastating punishment.
For example Gerion was commanded to personally inspect every drain and every cistern. Now on its own it wasn't that big of an ask, but Joanna commanded him to also inspect every pipe and sewer as well. No delegation allowed.
Gerion wanted to hate his nephew, but that just simply wasn't in his nature. He would repay the debt though.....
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(POV Shift: Brandon Stark)
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Brandon Stark rode as he could, Ryswell men following him. He'd been out riding in the Rills with Barbrey when the sounds of Battle could be heard. They'd discovered a Westerlands boy bruised, bloody, injured and hit with an arrow in the back.
His Cloak bore the Lannister's Sigil.
Barbrey had raced back to her father before bringing the guards with her.
Together with Brandon they quickly arrived on scene to find a slaughter.
As They approached he saw Three Lions stood protectively around the boy's body.
''Please, take me to Winterfell.'' The Boy said hoarsely, hands shaking as he held a Dagger stained in blood in his hands.
''Who are you?'' Asks Brandon fearlessly passing the lions ro kneel eye to eye with the boy.
A pained and dry Chuckle escapes his young lips.
''I thought I was a Child of the Rock, born in the Seven's Light. But it would seem that like your family the Children of the Forest favor me. It seems that I'm a Greenseer. Which would also mean I am now the Westerlands second Warg. But you can call me Lucion Lannister, and like yourself Brandon Stark a future Lord Paramount and Warden.'' Says Lucion coughing some blood before his eyes close....
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(Realm of Dreams)
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(POV Shift: Bloodraven)
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(Five Minutes Prior)
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''So...A Lion is both Warg and Greenseer. Do you know who I am?'' Asks Brynden.
''Hehe..I know a hell of a lot more than you would think...Bloodraven.''
Brynden is shocked.
''Ser Brynden ''Bloodraven'' Rivers. Let's be clear your plan can fuck itself. And for that matter so can you. Your plan is doomed. And I refuse to play by your antiquated rules.''
''You remind me of Aegor.'' Bloodraven says as that stills the Lannister.
''First of all: Bollocks! Second of all: FUCK YOU! And Third I will end those Ice Fuckers that the Children created...but it shall be on my terms and my timetable. So sod off!''
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(Present Time)
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''Well... he's got quite the mouth on him. He's also A Greenseer if that tickle was anything to go by.'' Every man who sees the future when encountering another who can do the same for the first time will feel a tickle in the back of their brain.
''Your one to talk little red.'' Says A Proud voice as A burst of flames erupts and a man appears.
''Aegor.''
''Brynden.''
''Outsider!'' The Children immediately arm themselves and surround the Visitor.
''Hah! Please your little Spears mean little to Rhllor's Herald! I'm here for one reason brother. Back Off. This brat is too important to us to be mishandled and misused by the likes of you. We had to sacrifice a large chunk of our power to get Azor Ahai's soul to link with an Old Soul. We will not let one such as you messs it up.'' Says Bittersteel.
''He is a Warg and has the Sight!'' Brynden argues.
''Only on our masters acquiescence. Had he said no it would have been sealed away. You have been warned brother, I won't give it a second time.'' Says Aegor before a light erupts revealing another man.
''Enough you two! Bickering gets all of us nowhere. The Council will not have it!''
''Daemon.''
''Oh oh, The Red Dragon bares his teeth!''
''Silence Bittersteel! The Council has spoken, Brynden will observe, and if necessary train the boy. But he decides on where his faith lies you and I will have no further input!'' Daemon Blackfyre says sharply.
''The Father...'' Bittersteel begins.
''Has Agreed!'' Says Daemon, quickly interrupting his greatest supporter in life.
''What were the dissenting votes?'' Brynden asked. All the Gods sat on a Council. Where ever their religions held sway a Council was formed of the gods of those pantheons.
The Westeros Pantheon was comprised of Rh'llor, The Seven, Old Gods and Children, Drowned God, and The Storm God.
Any time an old soul crossed the barriers the pantheons would argue and bicker on who got the soul until the soul in question decided on it's faith or lack there of.
It was such a rare occurrence that sending their heralds was necessary. But typically these heralds had hated each other in life, their hatred bleeding out into the duties, requiring an impartial speaker as needed. It was simply laziness that the God's only changed their heralds and the impartial seeker every three to four hundred years. An immortal existence dependent on reverence was fraught with boredom after the first few thousand years after all.
And Brynden, like Aegor and Daemon had to just stand there and take it!
''None. It's unprecedented I know, which means the set point is no longer as clear as it had once been. Wherever this boys soul comes from has reset the timeline. Our Song of Ice and Fire is no a Song of Ice, Fire, and Rock!'' Says Daemon Emphasizing the changes to the timeline and the seriousness that comes with it.
''Well shit.'' Bittersteel says frustrated by the serious implications involved.
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