12: King Barthogan I Blackstark, King of The Andals, Rhoynar, and First Men, The Wolf King, The Shield of Westeros, and Lord Protector of the Realm

A/N: Well, it's official, Barthogan is going to be King of everything almost Blackballed it just because I Really wanted it to be A King of Winter Story. But ultimately I've been disappointing you guys often enough as it is and It'd be irresponsible of me to do that.

I'm still on my break, but this was mostly just touch up work. Let me know who you want me to spare, if anyone, from House Weasel. I need at least one, because l like Alexandra Dowling's Character and I'm leaning towards Stevron or ''Lame'' Lothar. Either one works but it'd help if you guys provided your own thoughts outside of polls.

Also, my cousin is writing the previously brought up Targaryen Story I mentioned and he's doing it rather well I must say.

if you're interested it's called: GoT: The Second Dance of Dragons. And it's by bossbovatannin.

Thus my Lord's, Ladies. and Peasants I present to you The Blackstark King:

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(Moat Cailin, The Causeway, The Neck, The North, The Six Kingdoms of Westeros, Westeros, GoT Universe)

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Barthogan and Cassandra Blackstark Stark stood before Robert Baratheon, Ned, and Jon Arryn.

''I've decided to pursue the Iron Throne. Ned Winterfell is to be yours, while Benjen will reign here as Lord of the Causeway.'' Says Barthogan.

''Why you?'' Asks Jon Arryn.

''My Record speaks for itself. I made House Stark the Second wealthiest overnight, I created the largest Navy in the History of Westeros, raised an acceptable force of Forty Five Thousand Men to just over a Hundred Thousand Strong. I have two sons, both healthy and Strong, and I bested An Ironborn Lord and claimed his Valyrian Steel Sword for my own. On top this I don't make habit of spending coin like water on whoring, because had it been up to me Lyanna would have been betrothed to The Lord of Whore's End here.'' Barthogan says.

''How dare you!'' Says Robert in dark and low growl.

''Mind you tongue boy! I'm the Current Head of Houses Stark and Blackstark. Lucky for you I'm willing to honor the betrothal. But I warn you, one whiff of infidelity, I March into your Castle and geld you, and take Lyanna back. And Let's be honest, if Tywin Lannister sides with Iron Throne, I'm your only chance of survival.'' Says Barthogan.

''Robert, a word?'' Jon Arryn says, taking Robert aside.

As they move off, Barthogan Turns to Cassandra.

''You will be Queen. We'll have to christen the Royal Bed, The Sept, and Throne with our Juices.'' Barthogan whispers lustily into Cassandra's ear. They'd become rather adventurous after their wedding. Having Sex before the Weirwoods, Fucking after killing something on a hunt, bending Cassandra over pretty much everything.

''Mmm, Fucking beneath the Seven in King's Landing, we'll need to try some Septa's too.'' Says Cassandra, who identified as bisexual after repeatedly bringing maids, washerwomen, even the occasional Peasant Girl into the Marriage Bed with Barthogan. They protested about the impropriety of it but seeing Barthogan's cock was often enough to quiet them up. She took immense delight watching her husband fuck another woman, only to deny them Sexual

Release. She made them beg. The look on their faces when Barthogan splashed his seed inside them made her feel powerful, because they only got that after begging and pleading with her and after getting her off.

After that the girls were made to watch as The two fucked and taunted them. It was more than a little depraved and the possibility of bastards increased each time, but Cassandra had ways of keeping things in order.

Cassandra's Favorite Peasant to fuck together with Barth was a redheaded girl called Ros. A true prodigy in the carnal arts. Cassandra took Ros as her mistress and personal handmaiden, so that she was on hand at all times. Cassandra was truly grateful for Barthogan introducing Ros to their bed.

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''Okay, you can sit on The Iron Throne.'' Says Jon Arryn.

''It's not like you really had a choice, I was taking it one way or another. My first order of business is this, We seek out the Tully's for help. With any luck we can get them on side and Bring them to the table. We'll try and match Ned to the eldest of the Girls, and Lady Arryn to the Boy. I want the Riverlands on side.'' Says Barthogan.

''My troops are still battle hardened from them three battles. Where do you want them?'' Robert asks.

''As soon as House Tully is on our side, we will focus on destabilizing the Reach and Capturing the Castle's needed to cut off their supply lines. That task will fall to you Lord Arryn, as for you Robert...Robert Baratheon I Name you The King's Marshall, You will lead the bulk of our forces as you see fit, all I require is three things from you. Number 1 is to give me advance warning on whether or not Rhaegar marches to Intercept. I owe that Bastard a few good punches from Brandon. Number two is that you don't get Ned Killed. Can you do that for me?'' Asks Barthogan.

''Aye, You can count on it. What's the third thing?'' Asks Robert.

''Never break your friendship with Ned, or I'll feed you your own balls.'' Barthogan says with aggressiveness.

Robert looks at him through the corner of his eye, before bellowing out a hearty laugh.

''Barth.'' Ned says, looking at him pleading to stop putting him in the spotlight.

''Alright, alright. Robert you have the Command, Lord Arryn You will command My Navy, and Ned your job is to lead the Rivermen and Knights of The Vale as a relief force, acting independently of everyone else unless Rhaegar comes out of hiding, at which point we all converge on Rhaegar.'' Says Barthogan as he motions Ned and Robert away.

''Lord Arryn, I want the Arbor sacked and burned as a statement to Olenna Tyrell's son. Try and limit the casualties to the Redwyne Troops. After that's done hit Oldtown and sack The Hightower from there use both as our main means of access to The Reach. Your Primary targets will be Horn Hill, Highgarden, Old Oak, and Goldengrove, but I want you to draw them away by hitting Tumbleton, Bitterbridge, Grassy Vale, Longtable, Brightwater Keep and Ashford first. Do it in rapid succession, leave them very little warning. Hit the smaller seats or towns at night, burn them to get the attention of the Tyrell's but remember that the spoils are to be transported into the confines of the Eyrie until War's End.'' Says Barthogan.

''We strike rapidly against the Targaryen Loyalists, hit the towns at night and the smaller Castles, drawing out the over eager Tyrell's and then sneaking past and sacking their own Castle. Word spreads, the Tyrell's lose morale and some of their reputation for losing Highgarden. By the time they March back we'll have retreated and taken with us the bulk of their food, coin, and steel. Along with Valuable Prisoners. All in all a good strategy, but what do you plan to do after the Tully's?'' Jon asks.

''Aren't you Curious? You'll find out then My Lord, but if you need something more tangible I'll be bringing my Spy network to bear on these sister-fucking degenerates. Give you real time Intelligence and Information. As for physically me personally, I'll be where I'm most needed, with Ten Thousand Archers and Horse.'' Says Barthogan as he picks up a Dagger and buries it within the Map, specifically the position of House Frey.

Time for a preemptive and much needed culling of barely Human Weasels....