I DON'T OWN GAME OF THRONES COVER NOT MINE *DROPPED* * I have decided to write another book with the same concept i thought of for this fic * Arthur Godfrey formerly Snow. Some say He is Evil, some say he is a Good Man. But nevertheless he was a Bastard, a Bastard who will do anything As long as it is in his Morals. He became a Lord at the age of 16, he became one when he defeated an Army of 100 Wildlings. He was the youngest Lord Ever. In the time of his Lordship he was a Great Lord, inventing ways for more efficient farming, made his people rich with food, and last but not least he was great Military Man. He made the Night's Watch better with limited Gold, Trained the Soldiers better, and many more. He was a Great Man. But all Great Men have Enemies. Arthur Godfrey, Exiled and Forgotten, Shall Return to the Spotlight With the Might of his Own Empire Behind Him. The Time for the World to have It's Ruler Starts Now. Roma Victor. ---------------------------------------------------------------- Hello i am LuffyTaro and this is my second Story Ever. My last story is short and i mean REALLY short so i don't think this is gonna be that long either. At most 25 chaps May or may not add relationships I am hoping to make this story as successful as the last so wish me good luck. I hope you enjoy the story!
Far on the Horizon, a Ship was sailing to an Island, the Ship was carrying the Banner of House Stark, Lords Paramount of The North. Aboard the Ship was Ned Stark, Lord Paramount of the North, along with Lord Howland Reed and Lord Greatjon Umber.
They reached the Port, and upon Landing 30 men Greeted him along with a Person Leading them.
"I am Raganvad. I will Escort you to Lord Arthur's Home. Only the three of you may come."
"You sure about this, Ned? This may Lead to a Trap."
"I trust him not to do that. And we need his 8,000 men."
It was clear Ned was Hesitating but eventually agreed. Upon arriving at Arthur's Solar they were offered bread and salt. They found themselves in a Dining Table along with who they were looking for.
"So Arthur, so much has changed now isn't it? You have become Ruler of Braavos and your Island Here, and I Became Warden of the North. It feels so Distant now, returning to the Old Days, and Playing among ourselves within Winterfell."
Silence fell among them as Arthur only kept Eating, seemingly not Interested in what Ned was saying.
"Arthur, i know we aren't the same anymore. We don't have the Friendship that we had when we were Kids. But please listen to what I have to say. Please."
Arthur stopped eating and then turned to Ned.
"My Father and Brother-- And Lyanna is Nowhere to be Found. I have come here to request your support in the Wars to Come. We were friends then, and I Hope you still value that friendship even through the thing that my Father did to you."
"Look, Ned. I will glady help you even though your father exiled me because of the same reason he made me a lord. But, i can't just send 8,000 of my People to War just because we were Friends back then. They will have nothing to gain, even Me!"
"Then what do you want."
"If we win, I will form my own Kingdom. I suspect Robert will be King so I Request him this. A Non-aggression pact, Trade, and Duskendale. Duskendale is like a we-will-see kind of thing. If i help you significantly in the war you will give it to my Kingdom, if not then it remains yours."
"Duskendale, even if you Help us Significantly, it is too close to King's Landing. But it will be Robert's Decision not Mine."
"We will see to it then. Freedom of my Kingdom and I Help you win the Iron Throne."
"Thank you, we shall meet at Moat Cailin."
"Don't thank me yet Ned. And remember, i fight WITH you."
As the three left, Arthur gave the order to prepare and leave after three days. Then, Arthur went to his room, towards the shelf and slid it out. Behind it was a door, he opened it and it was a room filled with various jewelry, but the one that stood out was a chest at the center. he went inside and opened the chest.
"Hello there old friend"
Inside was a Sword. He picked it up and read the text inscribed in it. "Draw Me Not Without Reason, Sheath Me Not Without Honour."
"Anduril, Flame of the West. Sword of Valyrian Steel."