The Falcon's Roost where Winter Fell
A/N:
This is de-canonized and no longer part of the official story, this is merely here as recognition of a past work I was unsatisfied with and is giving you permission to view it despite my rewrite decision any way.
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Rogar rode into Winterfell directly beside King Robert, at Robert's request. His Brother Rode in on his own Horse right next to Rogar.
Rogar wore a Fur Skin Cloak over his Arryn Mail which had Leathers beneath it. Rogar Rode in with a Dozen men of Noble Birth or Great Skill. Lord Yohn Royce and his Son's Andar and Waymar, Lyn and Lucas Corbray, Mychel Redfort, Harry Hardying, and Ser Lothor Brune.
Rogar had given Brune Land at the Fingers, making him a Lord of a Small Keep that was being raised presently. Waymar was his Guard Captain, and Lyn his Sworn Sword and Shield, while Lucas was in charge of the Arryn Household accompanying them. Lord Yohn had the honor of being his Steward and right hand man.
Rogar had been arranging a match between Ysilla Royce and Brune on Brune's behalf, while also attempting to unify The Other Vale Houses either together or to neighbors. He hoped that coming North would enable him to promote a match between Mychel or Waymar and One of Lord Eddard's Daughters. Failing that he hoped Lord Manderly would be amenable to wedding Robar or Lucas to one of his Granddaughters. The Vale had became Isolated with both it's Lord and Future Lord at the Capital.
On top of that was the Vale's natural difficulty in producing Heirs. The inhospitable weather they were subject to made it difficult to raise newborns. Thus the North, Riverlands, and Reach were The Vale's best options. Lord Yohn had seven girls so he would profit the most politically and personally, but ultimately the Vale of Arryn would be strengthened, which was the end result that Rogar wanted and needed.
Which raised the matter of Cersei's plan for he and Myrcella.
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Rogar dismounted from his Horse and helped his little Brother down before approaching The Stark's. He greeted Lord Eddard with a strong Hand.
''Lord Stark.'' Rogar greeted his Uncle in all but blood and name.
''Lord Rogar, Welcome to Winterfell. We weren't expecting you or your brother.'' Says Eddard Warmly.
''Aye, well I need to speak with you. And I don't like Ravens.'' Says Rogar.
''I'll speak with you later.'' Stark promises.
''Good, it is urgent, but it can wait. Lady Catelyn, hopefully you can un-fuck that Bitch Sister of yours mess.'' Says Rogar presenting his brother.
''I'm going to pretend that you didn't just say that.'' Says Catelyn.
''Doesn't change the fact that both are true. You must be Robb.'' Rogar says as he turns his attention to Robb Stark.
''Aye Lord Arryn.'' Says Robb.
''I'll see you in the Sparring Circle later, it'll be refreshing to be able to spar with someone other than Lyn or Andar. Hehe, actually beat Lyn and we'll have that spar.'' Says Rogar.
''That's hardly fair, Ser Corbray has years on Robb, and A Valyrian Steel Sword.'' Says Catelyn.
''Don't turn into the second mad trout just yet my lady, Lyn has a rule that his Lady only gets the red kiss when I or honor commands it so.'' Rogar replies.
''You must Lady Sansa, I'd envy your future husband were I not already promised.'' He replies, kissing her hand.
The heat rose in Sansa's cheeks slightly. and Rogar turned his focus to the remaining Stark Children before turning his attention to the Queen.
''I should be able to persuade my bannerman to drop the match, but it'll require time and I'll have to do same matchmaking to keep it stable.'' He whispers to Cersei.
''Then get it done, and soon please.'' Says Cersei quietly.
''Yes, My Lioness.'' He whispers back.
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Rogar watched As his brother somehow proved to be a bigger disaster at arms than he could ever hope to fear. Eddard came to stand beside him.
''He fights well.'' Says Eddard causing Rogar to scoff.
''He fights like a girl. His mother is a self-entitled bitch. I stripped her of every ounce of her authority, and confined her to the Red Keep, until I cleared her. I get as far as Oldstones when I get this letter. From the Eyrie. Bitch.'' Says Rogar, handing Eddard the letter.
''I think your being a bit harsh.'' Says Eddard, and Rogar hands him another letter. ''I stand corrected.''
''Now you understand why I behaved as I did to your wife. I'm fed up with the bitch Stark, I try and teach Robin one thing, and she fucks it up six different ways. Now she's making unlawful demands, it's effectively usurpation of my Authority. I won't stand for it, I already slapped her for making demands of me, treating like some low-born Bastard. If she tries this again, I'll either end up killing her or exiling her. And I'm more than partial to killing her.'' Says Rogar.
''What do you need me to do?'' Asks Eddard.
''Foster Robin, he is not under ANY circumstances to leave the North unless I, the King, or yourself ask it. If I find out he's in the Eyrie, Lysa will be thrown out on her arse and I'll be holding you personally responsible for enabling The Mad Trout further.'' Says Rogar. ''I'm trusting you Lord Eddard, don't make me regret it.'' Rogar says departing to find Lord Karstark.
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Rogar sat with Lord's Karstark, Manderly, and Ryswell. The three were open to potential Vale Alliance's, thus Rogar recommended that the Lady Alys Karstark be betrothed to Mychel Redfort or perhaps Ser Lothor Brune.
Rogar himself found his eyes caught by the Lady Wylla Manderly and Dacey Mormont. He was caught between a Moon and a Lioness, and his Eye's were drawn to a Mermaid and She-Bear. It couldn't hurt to expand his options. And if he sired offspring he would take care of them, financially or otherwise....
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Dacey Mormont found herself drawn to Lord Arryn, The man was handsome and a skilled warrior. When Myrish and Lysenei Pirates disrupted trade in the Stepstones, Rogar, barely a year on the King's Small Council led a small Fleet there and won much acclaim, earning a title and Pair of Valyrian Steel Swords in the process.
She noticed the longing and/or lustful looks that Wylla Manderly, Arya Stark, Jeyne Poole, Princess Myrcella, and even Queen Cersei herself sent the promised, yet unwed Lord of The Eyrie.
If nothing else a conversation couldn't hurt....
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Rogar's head was sooooo sore, he felt weighed down, he did vaguely recall having sex, just not with whom. And honestly with the amount of drink he had in him, he probably had more than one Maiden in his bed.
Rubbing his eyes and massaging his temples, Rogar let's out a drunken wail. He's in a so much more hungover and over-fucked state than should be possible, Drunkenly or otherwise.
''Sleep well?'' Asks a enchanting but strong voice. Rogar turns to find Dacey Mormont, to his left, Wylla Manderly to his right and that Riverlands Whore he picked up down his front.
''Fuck me...I'm a Deadman.''
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