Chapter 2: 2: A Falcon Nests with Lions
(The Citadel, Oldtown, The Reach, The Seven Kingdoms of Westeros, Westeros, GoT Universe)
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(Time-Skip: Two Years Later)
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(273 AC)
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(Rogar Arryn POV)
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Rogar Arryn had spent two years at The Citadel were he'd forged Links of Black Iron, Bronze, Copper, Pewter, Lead, Iron, Steel, Electrum, Gold, Silver, Red Gold, and Valyrian Steel. A full Chain. But now his time there had come to an end. The Maesters saw him as a potential Archmaester, but their pleas for him to stay fell on deaf ears.
He was in the midst of finishing his packing when his roommate entered...Oberyn Martell.
The two had become fast friends during their studying years, and If Oberyn was a Viper, Rogar was a Snake Charmer. ''Must you go foraging into the Lion's Den? You'd do well to Nest in Sunspear and tan your father's under the Martell Sun.'' Oberyn says.
''Yes, someday you and I will travel the Free Cities together maybe even brave Valyrian Waters. But for now My Feathers must bask in the Light of the Lannister Lion's Golden Mane. I will visit you often my friend. Even if Bad Blood brews between us, from this day until the end of my days you are my Bloodkin, my brother The Wingless Viper Falcon.'' Says Rogar.
''As you are mine The Fang-less Falcon Viper.'' Says Oberyn before the two young men break out laughing and embrace after clasping forearms. ''I can't think of a single man whose formed a full Chain of Maesters Links, yet would rather not become a Maester. Mark my words My friend I will figure out what makes you...you.'' Says Oberyn.
''Nice catch my friend. You'll always be welcome in the Vale of Arryn as will your inevitable offspring. Goodbye Oberyn, try not to poison yourself, I really hope to fuck a daughter of yours someday, or at least a Lethal Dornish beauty and who better than a woman born of you? Hehe, seriously though I really will miss you. Goodbye old friend.'' Says Rogar as he departs, realizing that this could very well be the last time he steps foot inside the Citadel as he goes through its halls.
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(The Aquila, Oldtown Harbor, Oldtown, Honeywine River, The Reach, The Seven Kingdoms of Westeros, Westeros, GoT Universe)
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Stood aboard the Bow of his Personal Ship, The Aquila, Rogar watched from it as they sailed away from The Hightower. During his time there he'd studied hard, earning three Valyrian Steel Links which he valued more than his other Links. He was fascinated by Valyrian Steel, indeed their entire history and culture and made plans to some day travel there and plunder it of it's treasures, lost or otherwise.
But until that day came, he'd learn everything he could from the Lannister's, get into Cersei's skirts and her good graces, and then begin his grand plans that would only bear fruition when he was good and ready to strike without any sort of fear towards failing. He'd of course not showcase much of his true capabilities until his return to the Vale of Arryn, he'd let bits of it slip out here and there, but for the most part he'd keep it hidden or distract Lord Tywin from it with misdirection.
But one way or another he'd get into Cersei's Skirts, even if it meant waiting long enough to cuckold Robert. To be able to be inside the Cunt of the Lioness would be very fulfilling...
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(Lannisport Docks, Lannisport, The Westerlands, The Seven Kingdoms of Westeros, Westeros, GoT Universe)
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(POV Shift: Cersei Lannister)
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Why was she required to meet a Lowly Falcon? That thought kept repeating itself to the mind of the Eight year old Cersei Lannister. The Arryn's were powerful and popular Cersei would not dispute this, but as a Lioness of the Rock was such a task beneath her? And yet, her mother had insisted that she chaperone The Young Lord Rogar back to Casterly Rock with her Uncle Gerion.
So why couldn't Uncle Gerion handle this? The Lioness didn't see what it was that said a Falcon was worth her being here.
''Smile, Dear Niece, the Ship is here.'' Says Uncle Gerion.
Finally.
As the Ship pulled into port a small force of Fifteen men or so wearing Plate Mail and Blue tabbed disembarked. She noted that each man carried a personalized Weapon. The apparent leader could be distinguished by the fact that his Armor was ornamented with Golden Patterns.
As they formed up alongside the Boat, a small boy her age stepped off and Cersei's breath hitched in her throat. If not for his eyes she would easily mistake him for Jaime. But the blonde hair was smoother, more....luscious than Jaime. His eyes, reminded her of father, but were somehow kinder despite looking just as scary, and despite his age, he was more...muscular than Jaime was.
"My lady." The boy bowed his head in respect towards her.
"My Lord." He inclined his head towards Uncle Gerion.
"Rogar Arryn?" Uncle Gerion asks.
"Yes, Lord." He spoke no more than he needed to, there was something endearing to Cersei about that. Jaime always made light of it, made it some kind of bad joke that wasn't especially nor particularly funny. But even so, Jaimie and her were meant to be together, she wasn't willing to set him aside for the Young Falcon with no sense of personality, character, and inclinations. Father would be proud of her way thinking, she just knew it, if only he did....
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(POV Shift: Rogar Arryn)
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Rogar stood within the gilded halls of Casterly Rock, while impressive Rogar couldn't help but believe whoever built the damn place was suffering small dick syndrome, the whole place screamed overcompensation for something. Which in itself was ironic considering that the entire place with the exception of non-metallic stuff was all made of or at least ornamented with Gold. The Drapes were bloody crimson but highlighted by Golden Lace, the Cutlery at the table was gold, the plates were literally the only thing not gold, except for the ornamentation. They were gilded Silver.
It would be curious to know if Tywin or at least Gerion had come to a similar conclusion. Oberyn probably would...Oberyn. Rogar missed his friend, and would need to speak with Tywin about his passions, if only to ensure Elia survived the ordeal of the Sack. She at least and in Tywin's own words never needed to die, the children sure, but Elia not so much.
Of course Cersei pre-pubescent as she was, oh he was gonna need a lot of cold water and sleep to get through the days and nights when puberty hit her. She was a minor wet dream right now, but when her breasts got bigger and she flowered, he'd be stiff as a board for sure and if not it'd be disappointing but less embarrassing.
Ugh, just imagining that in his pre-pubescent body but with an adult mind was irritating. It feels obscene and sick to want to crank it at the tender age of seven, but fast approaching eight. Cranking it anywhere not your own house can feel fucked up, but imagine having that urge with a fully matured adult mind in a preteen body. It's enough to drive a man mad.
This was gonna be a oh so very long fostering....
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Theragfromthecrag
Theragfromthecrag Apologies for the more than a few days elapsed time between chapters. Been busy on top of being sick. My Family is rather closeknit, so when one of us gets sick, it isn't long before we all get sick.
Of course there's my volunteer work on saturdays, youth support stuff on Thursday and Friday, and Gym on Monday and Wednseday leaving my only free time as Sundays, Tuesday's and Evenings.
My shoulder is still all fucked up, but It doesn't seize up as often anymore, Giving me more time to write. Though the fact my volunteer work involved hauling Scrap metal that fell of the back of a truck on the motorway for half an hour with my bad shoulder probably doesn't help.
But I digress.
In other news I'm gonna try and isolate myself to increase writing time, I think, I don't really know yet....
As for that last bit on masturbation, I did as much for exploration as comedic relief. It's rarely touched as a topic, adults reincarnated into children having to deal with those issues, these issues will of course come up more prominently next chapter, but before that, rather than on big Time-Skip I'll write up an interlude that doesn't gloss over everything
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