21: Call The Fucking Banners!
(The Eyrie, The Mountains of The Moon, The Vale of Arryn, The Seven Kingdoms of Westeros, Westeros, GoT Universe)
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(Time-skip: Six Months Later)
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(Rogar Arryn POV)
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Rogar was nervous as heck, Myranda had been in labor for hours, she had sent him out and he could only helplessly wait outside as the Septa's helped her along.
He held little Dyanna in his arms to avoid pacing around nervously. The past six months had been relatively qiuet, Jon Connington hadn't been as big of a problem as expected. He never got his horses back and couldn't prove Rogar took them since Rogar kept them spread out throughout the Vale.
It wouldn't be much longer until the Rebellion started though and Rogar was on the fence as too whether or not he would help Robert become King or take the Throne for himself. Technically speaking Robert had the strongest Claim to be King between them. But that was undermined three different ways. His Targaryen Blood was through the female line as was his Durrandon Bloodline. Therefore his Claim through Blood was negligent to that of Aegon or Viserys. Conversely despite being chosen by Aerys as the the Heir, Both Aegon snd Jon Snow had far greater claims as sons of Aerys Firstborn Son and designated Heir over Viserys who was the second son of the King.
The Point was any Claim through the Female Line was akin to being a Bastard Bloodline and Baratheon's were a Bastard Born Bloodline anyway. The Arryn's had been King's, boasted the finest army, and had concrete Blood ties to House Targaryen more ancient than Robert currently did and not merely through the female line. A King of Targaryen and Arryn Blood had sat the Iron Throne.That was the crucial part.
But if Rogar became King then he had no script to Work from, he'd be winging it the whole way.
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Rodrik and Elina.
Those were the names of his and Myranda's Twins. There was a Third, but he was stillborn.
Rogar was crying from joy.
He had three beautiful children now....
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(POV Shift: Jaqen H'ghar)
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An Name had been given. A Contract made. A life for a price. But The Many-Faced God intervened. The Woman may die, but the Children and their father must be protected at all costs, for he is to lead the fight against the Great Undeath.
It didn't sit right with the man to kill the beloved to the Many-Faced One's chosen. But a man was an instrument not the instrument's wielder. And The God of Many Faces had spoken, thus a man had to complete his job and beg forgiveness later.
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(POV Shift: Rogar Arryn)
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Rogar was walking into his and Myranda's room, wanting to check on his children and Wife. He entered to find his children crying.
''Randa? Randa? What the- GUARDS!'' Rogar screamed rushing to his wife's side, finding her unresponsive.
The Guards entered, finding their Lord Crying as he cradled his wife's dead body.
''Lock down the Vale, nobody leaves! Nobody enters! Fetch the Fucking Maester!'' Rogar Bellows.
''Randa wake up. Randa Please?'' Rogar says crying helplessly.
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(POV Shift: Jon Connington)
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It was done, Rogar Arryn had been humbled. Jon took great satisfaction in writing his letter of condolence. False as it was. It was a shame at least one of the children didn't perish but anything seldom always went perfectly as planned.
Jon's one regret was never being able to openly take credit for the job. But it was a small matter....
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(POV Shift: Jon Arryn)
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Rogar stood with a furious look in his eyes. Jon's heart ached for his son. He stood covered in his wife's blood, growing progressively angrier as the Maester deemed it murder.
A mixture of Poisons to weaken Myranda's body and a stab to the heart for good measure. Rogar had the look of man who would render the perpetrators Family Line Extinct for this Crime.
The news hadn't broken yet, so imagine Jon's surprise when a Letter bearing the Seal of House Connington came expressing Condolences. Jon wasn't easily angered, U
But this was too far. There could only be one response.
''Son.'' Jon Said passing Rogar the damning Letter.
''Robert, forgive me, but I'll be marching on the Stormlands. Maester, call the Banners.'' Says Rogar handing Robert the letter.
''My Lord, I must protest, this is an act of war.'' Says The Maester.
''CALL THE FUCKING BANNERS!!'' Rogar screams.
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(POV Shift: Aerys II Targaryen)
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Wildfire burned so beautifully, the screams were delicious. The Traitors burned brightest. The little shit strangling himself as he tried to save his wretched Father.
As both Died before the Dragon's Champion, Aerys knew it was time to call for the heads of Steffon's Boy and the little shits brother. Rogar would never betray him, Aerys was sure of this.
He would help him as he had in the past....
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(POV Shift: Anya Waynwood)
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It was a terrible thing, the loss of Lady Myranda had clearly affected Young Rogar as he still wore clothes caked in his wife's blood as she'd arrived. The Letter had been passed around. It was plain as day that Jon Connington had had Lady Arryn killed.
And with Lord Robert siding with Rogar, they had permission to bury The Connington Family into the lists of Extinct Houses.
But then, Word from King's Landing came, Aerys had executed Lord Rickard, his son and Heir Brandon, and some Two hundred Northmen for conspiring to murder Rhaegar after Rhaegar abducted Little Lady Lyanna.
Robert was black with rage, and justly so. Rogar wasn't here, he was meeting with a Dornish Messenger.
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The Doors opened, and Rogar entered.
''Let it be known that from this day forth, that Houses Arryn, Baratheon, and Stark do not recognize the Authority of House Targaryen. We renounce all oaths of loyalty, pledges of Fealty, and any commitments from this day until our last day. And I Rogar Arryn, Put forth Robert of the House Baratheon as the only true Candidate for the Iron Throne in the face of House Targaryen's treachery. My Sword is yours Robert, I ask only you honor my Deal with Dorne and Allow me the pleasure of beheading Jon Connington personally.'' Says Rogar as he draws his sword and bends his knee with his sword pointing downwards before him.
''The North is yours Your Grace.'' Says Ned doing the same.
''House Royce supports King Robert.'' Says Nestor, with his cousin and son following suit.
''I can't speak for my Lord Father, but you have my Blade.'' Lyn Corbray speaks.
Steadily just about the entire Room is on their knees declaring support.
''House Waynwood is at your service your grace.'' Anya decides at the very last moment, Rogar was her Lord and Waynwood's always kept their oaths until their death.
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And with that, It's war.
I really enjoyed pushing the lines between Connington and Rogar, Rhaegar wanted Rogar's support and Jon fucked that several times over. I wanted ya'll to think I was gonna crown Rogar, but that'll happen further down the line, and it'll be Rodrik who get's crowned.
His Deal with Dorne won't be revealed in detail until the Rebellion's end though.
Laters.....