Chapter 1: 1: Rogar Arryn
Rogar Arryn, Son of Lord Jon Arryn and his wife Lady Jeyne Royce, is the Heir Apparent of the Vale of Arryn, Rogar is five years old, and already very talented. But he has a secret, he was reincarnated into Game of Thrones as someone the Song of Ice and Fire never anticipated, and he will ensure it's a brighter and better future than the Books Show or Show ever gave us. Grown up in a family of Military Men and Brewers of Fine Alcohol, he knew that the best means to bring greater wealth to the Vale was to produce the Liquor of his past life and sell it to a limited number after doing a grand spread. Demand would outstrip the Supply, allowing him to either negotiate a premium price for a limited few or sell it at cost to larger market.
Tywin Lannister would try and get it, but Rogar had his ways of getting the spies out. Of course, the men who produced his liquor would all die mysteriously if they tried to gift the few parts of the recipe that they were allowed to get to the Lannister's or anybody else.
Rogar in other important parts of growing up chose to eschew the use of the traditional Weaponry, instead preferring to focus on the Mastery of a Large Shield and the Scimitar version of a Bastard Sword. He also chose to practice Archery Extensively, and was clearly preparing himself for something, though what was anybody's guess.
Jon Arryn adored his son, and loved him dearly, and though reluctant to foster him out of the Vale or even within the Vale, knew it was necessary to form bonds outside the Vale with powerful Lord's. Lord Tywin, Lord Royce, Lord Corbray, and Lord Luthor had all expressed an interest in taking in the young boy as a Ward and Page, but Jon would not do it without discussing it with his boy, but he wanted to do it in a way that the young Rogar would not realize it was about fostering him out or in the Vale of Arryn. A discussion over lunch perhaps? It's been a while since Jon enjoyed a fine leg of pork and some Eggs and Bacon with a freshly baked loaf of Gulltown White Bread and some nice Dornish Red Wine from 184 AC. Perhaps it was time to give Rogar his first taste of Dornish Red as well....
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(Rogar Arryn POV)
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Father was acting unusually expensive, White Bread from Gulltown, a nicely cooked Leg of Pork from a Pig that tasted nothing like the typical pigs in the Vale, and Bacon and Eggs and Dornish Red that had been produced in 184 AC, all of which came to a grand total of the bottle being twenty thousand Gold Dragons alone. Why the bottle costed that much one might ask? Well it's the year Aegon the Unworthy died and his son Ascended to the Throne with his Dornish Queen which brought Dorne into the Seven Kingdoms actually making it Seven Kingdoms.
Something was either wrong or not up to code so to speak. The question was what and why?
''Rogar, Let's discuss the Great Families of Westeros and the preconceptions around them.'' Says Father.
Ah, so that's it.
''Father, if I had to pick someone for me to foster under, I'd choose either Tywin Lannister, Rickard Stark, or The Princess of Dorne. Nice try though.'' Says Rogar.
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(POV Shift: Jon Arryn)
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"Well, I don't know how to respond to that, you've caught me off guard." Says Jon.
"I'm at the age where you would start to receive the offers, and the fact you chose to spend such an absurd amount of coin on a Dornish Red and then bring up the matter of the Great Families and not the Great Houses all but guaranteed this was what you'd had in mind. Truthfully, I would only consider a fostering after having been sent to the Citadel to Study as a Novice and Acolyte at which point I would return to the Vale and then be sent to a Family for Fostering. I am more than a little bit biased towards Lord Tywin or the Princess of Dorne truth be told, the why is unimportant just a need for consideration." Rogar replies.
"I see." Jon says, deep in thought. It wasn't an untoward notion, being sent to the Citadel to train as an Acolyte or Novice for a few years before being sent off to be fostered. And being sent to Tywin Lannister or The Princess of Dorne to be fostered would prove potentially more beneficial than the other potential offers of Fostering.
A Betrothal would also be a very possible occurrence, and Cersei Lannister and Elia Martell would be excellent Marriage Candidates for his boy to become future Ladies of the Eyrie. Both came from Families which were naturally fertile, and while the Vale of Arryn was known for its fertile valleys and hills Rich in Ore, its men were not widely known for their virility. House Arryn alongside Houses Royce, Corbray, and Waynwood were an exception, but this has its limits and made Marrying outside of the Vale of Arryn an important and invaluable matter. The more Children produced enabled them to arrange more Marriages INSIDE the Vale of Arryn possible.
It was difficult to fully determine the better fostering and possible Betrothal, but spending a few years at the Citadel as a Novice was not a terrible idea, however loathe he was to part with his only son so soon.
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(POV Shift: Rogar Arryn)
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Rogar sat in his room, he'd made up his mind as to where he wanted to foster. He'd let his father know and know he was about to depart to study for three years at the Citadel as a Novice and would then go to Casterly Rock to foster under House Lannister. He'd spend a good number of years there until the Defiance of Duskendale at which point he'd earn Aerys favor by joining Barrristan, before returning home to the Vale of Arryn. By then he should be perfectly poised to start his highly rewarding but fairly high risk future plans
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Theragfromthecrag well chapter one of the rewrite is done, as for my health I'm gonna try and nurse out a chapter every few days. Now then, this Story will have one core Love Interest. When I reveal it the story will be Renamed in accordance to the LI.
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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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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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