Chapter 25

****

For Extra Chapters:

SEND POWER STONE TO MY NEW NOVEL NOT HERE.

Check out my new novel and help to complete 400 collections on my novel.( for more extra chapter )

[Name:- Becoming the King of A New Filthy World ]

[Novel link 🔗 :- http://wbnv.in/a/54hKTHK ]🍻🍻🍻

****

Thankfully, that problem remedied itself a fortnight and a-half later. That was when the maester assigned to the moat arrived.

The maester was in his early thirties. His first name was Kennick. Before he gave up his family name, he had been a Hersy of the Vale.

He was a first cousin to the current Lord of Newkeep. He became an acolyte of the Citadel at the age of fourteen.

Now his maester's chain contained links of over a dozen different metals. He was more than amply qualified to counsel Gregor Clegane.

Gregor had requested enough ravens so that one could be dispatched to each stronghold in the country all at once. To some, that would seem rather unusual. Only King's Landing ever had that many ravens, but even so, Robert granted his request.

When Maester Kennick arrived in Moat Cailin, he brought with him hundreds of ravens; one for every house in the Seven Kingdoms.

The journey from Oldtown to Moat Cailin had been an exhausting one. It was nearly twice the distance from Clegane's Keep to the moat.

As such, Gregor allowed Maester Kennick a few hours to recuperate and become acquainted with the other residents of the moat. After that, the maester's services and his ravens' were put to use.

Maester Kennick had already been informed of Gregor's status on Robert's Small Council, as well as the responsibilities that went with it. Gregor summoned Kennick to his solar (which was located in the Gatehouse Tower), and he briefly explained his plan to create the most diverse army in the history of Westeros. The maester found his plan to be a risky one, but a credible one all the same.

Gregor had Maester Kennick draft a letter that would be sent out to every house in the realm. He dictated to him the following:

"Our King, Robert Baratheon, First of His Name, has named me, Gregor of House Clegane, as his Master of Order.

Those of who wonder on that title's meaning have a right to. The office was founded very recently.

Simply put, I am now the foremost upholder of armistice, enforcement, and justice in Westeros. The King has charged me with ensuring peace, security, and tranquility throughout his reign.

In these troubled times, I believe I am right to assume that there are others who wish for no further tragedy to fall on this country. There are even those who would do anything to protect their own. Those are the ones this message is meant for.

I ask you: what is more peaceful, secure, and tranquil than a country whose inhabitants cooperate to guarantee its endurance?

I say there is no such thing. As Master of Order, I aim to prove that.

I shall see to the establishment of a private legion of soldiers. This legion will not be founded on any bias. Rivalries and prejudices of all types will be set aside for the well-being of Westeros. Its units will fight alongside each other to rid Westeros of its afflictions.

This company will be known as the Legion without Banners.

Whether you are of the North, the Vale, the Iron Islands, the Stormlands, Dorne, the Westerlands, the Reach, the Crownlands, or the Riverlands, you have the option to join the Legion. It will be akin to the Night's Watch in that respect.

But whereas the Night's Watch guards the realms of men, this army shall protect those realms more directly. Furthermore, any person who joins the Legion will not be expected to serve for life; only as long as they wish to.

Any person who desires to join the Legion need only come to Moat Cailin and enlist. It matters not whether you are highborn or lowborn; whether you are a bastard or legitimate; whether you are green or hardened. So long as you can prove your usefulness somehow, you are welcome here.

Anyone who has committed a crime or intends to, do not think of the Legion as an alternative to taking the black. The whole purpose of its existence is to hunt down and capture people like you. Unless you have been pardoned by the King or the individual you have wronged, no criminals will be granted quarter or entry.

For the ambitious ones who require more of an incentive, there is more to be gained in the Legion than the fulfillment of one's sense of duty. Those of you in pursuit of money have the ability to become rich. Those of you who desire glory have the option to become famous. Those of you who yearn for adventure have the chance to become great.

Whatever your case, once you join the Legion, your first and only true responsibility is to make this country better. So I appeal to your love for your homeland and your obligation to do what is just. Fight with me so that future generations will be spared further conflict.

Gregor Clegane, Lord of Moat Cailin, Master of Order."

None of that was thought up on the spot. Not wanting to make any revisions, Gregor had decided what he was going to say well in advance. All the same, it took Kennick over five minutes to write that letter.

Once the maester was finished, Gregor took up the letter and examined it. He tried to imagine how it would appear to the lords and knights of the Seven Kingdoms. It was meant as a summons, albeit an optional one. He could actually see himself answering this summons of his own free will. After all, he had joined the CIA without any encouragement. The Legion without Banners would have a lot more freedoms than the CIA ever did, and the people of Westeros has simpler needs to satisfy.

Given how many houses there were in the Seven Kingdoms, it would take Kennick days to compose a letter to all of them. So Gregor ordered every one of his retainers who could write to assist him. That only accounted for about forty of them out of a hundred. Still, the process went by forty times faster. By twilight that same day, all the letters had been written.

Immediately after, the ravens were dispatched. There was nothing more to do at that point but wait for responses.

He thought the "Legion without Banners" was a clever designation. He thought about sticking with "Brotherhood," but that term did not effectively emphasize the full scope of his intended army. Plus, it would be a little TOO ironic when considering the reason why the original Brotherhood without Banners had been formed.

While waiting for the Essosi architects and replies to the ravens, Gregor received news on various events. These were events that had occurred in canon.

Near the start of the next year, Queen Rhaella Targaryen had died birthing her last child, Daenerys Targaryen. Not long after, Stannis Baratheon launched an assault on Dragonstone. He succeeded in seizing the island fortress, but Ser Willem Darry managed to flee across the Narrow Sea with Prince Viserys and Princess Daenerys in his custody.

Gregor had not forgotten about any of those affairs. Even so, he had done nothing to alter or prevent them. Then again, he was never in a position to effect much change. Although Dragonstone was relatively close to King's Landing, the ships loyal to the Targaryens would never have allowed him near the fortress.

Aside from that, Gregor was inclined not to interfere in Dany's storyline for the present. He did not wish to subject Dany to the torment of her brother, but he had to ensure that the dragons would be born. After all, the dragons would be instrumental in the Long Night. Maybe Khal Drogo would not have to die in order for their eggs to hatch. Maybe Dany would not even have to meet Khal Drogo. Still, Gregor had no way of knowing where Illyrio Mopatis was storing the eggs, or if he even had them at this time. Until Gregor found out where they were, he would have to wait until the Magister presented the eggs to Dany at her wedding.

Still, if he found a way to aid Daenerys in some minor capacity, he would do so. The dragons would be quintessential to his plan. Perhaps once Jon, Rhaenys, and Aegon were of age, they would be able to go after Daenerys.

There was also Robert Baratheon's wedding to Cersei Lannister. Gregor had been given an invitation to attend that event, but he respectfully declined, claiming that he was far too busy with other matters. To his good fortune, Robert was very understanding, and he accepted Gregor's reasons for refusal.

According to what he heard of the royal wedding, King Robert had remained surprisingly sober throughout the ceremony and the feast. By the bedding, he had only had two cups of wine. One of which he had not even emptied.

The bedding ceremony was particularly memorable. The unfortunate guards posted outside the bedchamber could hear everything that went on inside.

In fact, Robert Baratheon could be heard yelling "Cersei" all the way from the Tower of the Hand. Lord Jon Arryn could attest to that.

If what Gregor heard was true, King Robert and Queen Cersei were smitten with each other.

****

Check out my new novel.

Add this fanfic to your library and my new novel too.