The Stags, The Falcon, and the Wolf

A/N: As this is no longer canon and is officially no longer part of the storyline, I am publishing this Chapter in the Auxiliary Volume as part of my rewrite. Therefore as it was in an unfinished state prior to the rewrite any details here are considered an irrelevant and/or moot point. I likely will not respond to the comments so keep this in mind.

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Durran Baratheon rode to up past the three Waycastles with his Brother Robert, Jon Arryn, and his fifty men, they were on their way to the Eyrie to be fostered by Lord Arryn. Durran's Fifty lads came with him, but Durran regretted being unable to be at Storm's End just one more day as his mother went into Labor by the time they'd left Storm's End and by the time he'd gotten to the Bloody Gate had given Robert and he a new sibling.

Stannis had been born meaning Cannon hadn't been completely fucked six ways from Sunday, twice on Saturday. At least not just yet, the life was still yet young.

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(Jon Arryn POV)

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Jon Arryn of the Vale stood with his new wards, the Brother's Baratheon, Steffon's eldest son's Durran and Robert. He'd heard mutch about the prodigious brain of Durran, as well as his rare akill at arms, especially when fighting beside his twin brother Robert.

Looking at the two now, Jon see's that assured look in Durran's eyes, the way he carries himself implies he's assured in his future. Jon instinctively assumed it was arrogance that birthed this sense, but the Longer Jon studied the boy, the more he began to think it was something else.

''You seem to find my demeanor interesting Lord Arryn, I can assure any arrogance is well-earned, when Robert and I fight as one, only the likes of Ser Arthur Dayne, Ser Barristan Selmy, and Ser Gerold Hightower are our equals.'' Durran says, breaking Jon Arryn's thoughts.

''I've head your reputation, your ideas enabled your family to surpass mine in Wealth. You've also kept the secrets to the production of these new things carefully guarded from replication. Your said to be capable of wielding a Greatsword in a single hand, while wielding a Bastard Sword in your non-dominant right hand. All the while having the fluidity and grace of an elite Braavosi Water Dancer.'' Says Jon, hoping to get some insight through guaging the boys responses.

''I'm skilled and I know things.'' Says Durran, his aloof answer giving Jon no decreasing interest in the boy.

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(Durran Baratheon POV)

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Durran had quoted Tyrion Lannister but with a small to middling adjustment, his answer apparently intrigued Old man Arryn, because of the interested glint in the Old Man's eye.

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(Time-Skip: The Eyrie)

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Durran and Robert had arrived in the Eyrie and were sat