Author's note: I am currently working on a much longer chapter about MCs daughters Ellyn's POV and end it in a single chapter , but I'm currently wound up with some writer's block. While the story is on the back-burner I decided to write something else that was simple, fun and short and this is the result.
( 285 AC one year after the establishment of Baratheon dynasty.)
Daylight flooded into the modest hall through simple windows, illuminating the several men gathered inside. Alan Winters, The lord of Herrenhall sat upon his temporary wooden throne on a small village, a simple but functional seat of power that had been handmade in the nearby town known as Herrenton he ruled.
He took a break from Kingslanding and found the time to organize his land and holdings. And taking oaths from his new bannermans. The houses.. Wode, Wayn,Blanetree, Butterwell, ketteleblack and many more Smaller houses ones served house Whent. Now they serve their new overlord. The Winters, new ruling house of Herrenhall.
The lord's guardsman and squires stood at his side and the mens are listening to the farmer standing before them expressing his worries. There has been new addition for his personal squires. Renly Baratheon and Willas Tyrell. Alan took Renly as his squire because Robert insisted so that young Renly could learn from him and later he may took the role of master of law. And Mace Tyrell wants his son to become as valiant as Alan. So he sent his son to foster under Alan. After all ,Alan is a family of the Tyrells and the dowry Olena Tyrell given was most splendid.
Back to the court room.
"My Lord, I thank you for hearing me. My farm is fine, but I worry about my neighbor, Mrs. Fulk." Alan nodded and scratched his chin, a frown working its way onto his face as he recalled what had happened to her family.
"Mrs. Fulk? Yes, I remember someone already told me of her situation. She lost her husband and son two years ago, correct?" The peasant nodded and continued.
"Yes my lord, she's the one. Her husband Fulk died in the trident along side lord wheants host and his infant son suddenly took ill and before the day was out he was dead. My family helps her as much as we can, but we can't properly manage both our fields and hers. We just don't have enough hands, my lord." The farmer was a cowered , but intelligent enough to survived. Thus he likes the man.
It was understandable. The Riverland took most of the casualties during the rebellion. Many people died..... mostly male population.
This left a huge shortage of Man power.
"I see." Alan murmured as he rubbed his chin in contemplation. "I will speak with her today and find a solution, so do not worry about her any longer my good man." The farmer nodded, but didn't leave. He still fidgeted nervously and apprehension still painted his face. The new lord had a reputation for being fair but harsh.
"What will happen to her my lord? She's done nothing wrong and-"
"I will do what is best for her and this village." Alan cut him off. "We all have our duties. If someone is unable or unwilling to fulfill them I will look into it and act accordingly." The peasant bowed and left the lord's hall, leaving the noble alone with his guardsman and advisors.
"Another day, another problem." Alan mentioned to his Squires, Willas and Renly stoically nodding at Their lord's observation.
"The many intricacies of ruling a sleepy country hamlet my lord. It may not be prestigious, but there is something satisfying about a well-managed village and productive people." Alan agreed to one of his knights, and they set back to work, hearing concerns and mediating disputes.
The sun sank low in the sky, the evening giving the villagers a chance to unwind and settle down before the night came and carried them off to sleep. Alan had finished taking audiences that day and was already on his way to the widow Fulk's farmhouse, eager to get his duty over and done with it.
It wasn't pleasant or kind, but he was most likely going to have to evict her. There was no way she would be able to work her farm's sections of the fields and meet her crop rents. Beyond that, her section of land could feed and support several family and it was his duty for the moment to ensure the land was used as efficiently as possible until he appoints someone to look after it.
He reached the widow's house in no time at all and didn't even hesitate to knock, his rough hands rapping on the hovel's door.
He was a high noble, but he was not afraid of field work. The strenuous activity made his body strong and being seen in the fields getting his hands dirty with the peasantry earned him their respect and lots of admirat. The widow's door opened and Mrs. Fulk appeared.
"Yes who is- oh, My Lord Winter!" The widow curtsied, inadvertently showing off her cleavage. Her simple dress drew attention to her natural beauty and Alan couldn't help but appreciate it. Her long blonde hair was gathered into braid and her deep green eyes inquisitively studied the noble visitor.
"We have matters to discuss Mrs. Fulk." Alan stated neutrally.
"Of course my lord, please come in and sit while I fetch you Ale." Alan followed the widow in, admiring her shapely posterior as they went. He estimated that she was in her early thirties, still young enough to bear children and start another family. He knew all the eligible men in his land were already married/Dead/ And moved elsewhere, but maybe she would be lucky and find a new husband somewhere else in his province.
The noble and the widow sat together at her wooden table, sipping the Ale for a moment and cautiously studying each other before the widow broke the awkward silence. "How is the ale my lord?"
"It's fine." Alan grunted before inhaling and addressing her. "Mrs. Fulk, there is no good way to say this so I will simply get it over with." Concern covered the widow's face, but she showed no sign of surprise. "You can no longer live here on your own." Silence filled the hovel again, the tension becoming palpable before the widow spoke.
"I see." She set her teacup down and composed herself before continuing. "May I ask why? I haven't failed to pay my rent of crops."
"You can't manage your share of the fields on your own." Alan countered. "Your neighbor and his family have helped you but at the expense of their own fields. They simply can't handle two families worth of land. Soon both of you will be unable to meet your rents and if I let you of then other people will be asking me the same. Either you marry and find a husband to help you tend the fields or you leave and find elsewhere to live."
"All the eligible men are already married, or died in the war my Lord" The widow pleaded, "and I have no family left. There is nowhere for me to go my lord!"
"I'm sorry, but my responsibly is to this village and the stability of my realm." Alan stood from the table and turned to leave, but the widow caught his arm and continued to beg.
"Please my lord, my family is dead and my home is all I have left! I have nowhere to go, forcing me from my farm is as good as a death sentence!" The lord shook her off and resumed walking to the door, the widow hot on his heels.
"That is not my problem Mrs. Fulk, I'm simply doing my duty."
"Please!" The widow shouted in desperation, shifting past the lord and placing herself between him and the exit. "I cannot lose my home, I'll do anything you want, give you anything you want! I don't have much wealth but you can take all of it! Please my lord, just don't throw me out!" Tears had started to streak down her face and her voice had started to waver.
Alan fall into another awkward situation . He did not consider himself a villain or tyrant, but there was nothing he could do. The widow was going to jeopardize two farmsteads and he couldn't allow it. He looked her over again as he prepared to push past her. It was a shame there were no men for her to marry in town, she was still beautiful and healthy. The widow noticed his wandering eyes and she wiped away her tears and fought to sturdy her voice.
"There must be something I can offer you my lord." She stepped towards him, placing her hands on his chest before kneeling before him. " I do not know if You're yet married or not my lord. But How long has it been since a woman tended to your needs? I could care for you. However you want, whenever you want. Just let me keep my home."
Alan's mind reeled. The widow was right, he'd been so focused on governing his land since the King appointed him as lord of Herrenhall. that he hadn't had time to realize how pent-up he was. His wife is in Kingslanding playing game of thrones with the court ladies. She doesn't want live in Herrenhall until it's rebuilt enough for her standard.
Even a half serious man like him couldn't ignore his animal urges forever. Seeing the widow in her kneeling there, clearly willing to submit to his desires finally tipped him over the edge.
"Strip." The lord ordered. Mrs. Fulk was stunned for a second, but quickly recovered and set to work. She disrobed on the spot, tossing her clothing aside and presenting herself to her lord. Alan took a moment to look her over, circling around her like a Predator Eagle sizing up his prey. Her figure was curvaceous and motherly, her wide hips supported a luscious full bottom and her sizable breasts tempted him to no end.
He reached out and took great handfuls of her sumptuous ass, the widow gasping as he roughly groped her. She made no move to stop him though and he handled her roughly, selfishly exploring her body and doing with it as he wished. Her breasts begged to be mauled and when Alan squeezed them like ripe fruits he was surprised to find thin streams of milk flowing from her stiff nipples.
"My neighbors have a newborn," Mrs. Fulk started to explain, "the least I could do since they were helping was to breastfeed-"
"Silence." Alan cut her off, still toying with her bosom and indulging himself in her flesh. "The deal is I allow you to keep this home and in return you belong to me. You'll do whatever I say, give me whatever I ask, only speak when I tell you to. I want everything, do you understand?" The widow nodded, she was prepared to do whatever it took to keep her home. She had no other options.
Satisfied with her answer, Alan took a teat in both hand and drew the matronly peasant woman's nipples into his mouth, greedily sucking down her sweet nectar. She tasted so good and the perverse thrill of plundering her body so thoroughly drove him wild with excitement. Having taken his fill, he released her nipples before he dragged her to the table they had talked at so politely earlier.
"Bend over." He commanded, stripping off his garb as he watched the widow comply and lean forward on the table, presenting herself nicely. He was already painfully erect so he simply grabbed her hips and shoved his cock in between her thighs, reveling in how warm and soft the widow felt. Finally, he grew impatient and lined himself up with her moist sex before thrusting forward, spearing the lowly peasant on his noble scepter.
The sensation of her tight sex wrapped around his manhood made him grunt in pleasure, and he quickly settled into a steady rhythm as he plowed the poor woman's fertile field. Mrs. Fulk moaned and mewled as Alan began roughly pounding her into the table, the lord simply taking what he wanted and doing as he wished with her body.
He reached out and told hold of her long braided hair in one hand, using it for leverage as he forced his dick as deep inside the poor farmer's pussy as he could. Something in Alan urged him to dominate the widow as completely as possible, to claim the bitch and breed her and mark her as his property.
Visions of her belly swelling with his child and her tits bursting with delicious milk seemed to rush through his head and he fucked her with ever more intensity as he fantasized about filling her womb with cum and forcing her to carry as many children as he wanted. Eventually the wicked thoughts proved too much and he cried out in ecstasy as he slammed himself as far into the widow's cunt as possible. Not just One's but several times.
Jet after jet of hot semen burst forth into Mrs. Fulk's womb, filling her with her liege's royal seed. The two laid there on the table, breathing and gasping and moaning as they rode out their orgasms. After a moment Alan pulled away, admiring his handiwork as he watched some of his cum leak from the widow's well-bred pussy.
"I'll direct a few of the servants and Golds from herenhall and few workers from other village to help care for your fields. I'll also send you one of Maester Qyburns acolyte to help you manage this village on your own, And I'm appointing you as the owner of this area surrounded the village. I shall bestow you the title of baroness. I'll come and use you however and whenever I want."
"Yes my lord." The widow breathed, shuddering as the exertion and afterglow of her orgasm caught up with her. "If I may speak, my lord?" Alan nodded and she continued. "If I'm lucky you may have blessed me with a new family already. Would you be willing to continue this deal until I have a strong son or daughter to help me manage the territory?"
"Of course." The lord smiled a wolfish grin. "Who knows? You might even need quite a few children to manage your fields, and I can certainly help you with that."
(AN: Sorry guys, not for uploading more chapters. I'm really busy these days.. after changing my previous job. Anyway ...this will be the last chapter about MCs daughter POV. After that I'll continue the politics And kingdom building stuff, Hope you'll enjoy it. I like everyone's opinion of my ff So comment all you want. And I also want you guys to recommend me some new fanfics cause I've been absent from webnovel for sometime.)
290 AC On board the ship that making it's Trip from Bravos to westeros 'The Great Eagle' A little girl is practicing her singing at the ships bow. The Songs she remembers from her previous life. And the said Song is unfamiliar to the native world, She started with a familiar one like one from "Titanic"for example..... It's was a pun obviously.
. Even though the event is something very unique... But her audience's aren't paying much attention. So she started another one maybe this time they pay attention.
🎶🎶🎶🎶🎶🎶🎶🎶🎶🎶🎶🎶🎶🎶🎶
This night is cold in the kingdom
I can feel you fade away
From the kitchen to the bathroom sink and
Your steps keep me awake
Don't cut me down, throw me out, leave me here to waste
I once was a girl with dignity and grace
Now I'm slippin' through the cracks of your cold embrace
So please, please...
Could you find a way to let me down slowly?
A little sympathy, I hope you can show me
If you wanna go then I'll be so lonely
If you're leavin', baby, let me down slowly
Let me down, down, let me down, down, let me down
Let me down, down, let me down, down, let me down
If you wanna go then I'll be so lonely
If you're leavin', baby, let me down slowly
Cold skin, drag my feet on the tile
As I'm walking down the corridor
And I know we haven't talked in a while
So I'm looking for an open door
Don't cut me down, throw me out, leave me here to waste
I once was a girl with dignity and grace
Now I'm slippin' through the cracks of your cold embrace
So please, please
Could you find a way to let me down slowly?
A little sympathy, I hope you can show me
If you wanna go then I'll be so lonely
If you're leavin', baby, let me down slowly
Let me down, down, let me down, down, let me down
Let me down, down, let me down, down, let me down
If you wanna go then I'll be so lonely
If you're leavin', baby, let me down slowly
And I can't stop myself from fallin' (down) down
And I can't stop myself from fallin' (down) down
And I can't stop myself from fallin' (down) down
And I can't stop myself from fallin' (down) down
Could you find a way to let me down slowly?
A little sympathy, I hope you can show me
If you wanna go then I'll be so lonely
If you're leavin', baby, let me down slowly
Let me down, down, let me down, down, let me down
Let me down, down, let me down, down, let me down
If you wanna go then I'll be so lonely
If you're leavin', baby, let me down slowly
If you wanna go then I'll be so lonely
If you're leavin', baby, let me down slowly.
Ellyn's POV....
Fuuuhh .... it's seems some things that are never ment to be forgotten, Even after being Isekaied/ Reincarnated in to another world.
I think my singing skills can get me huge amounts of Cookie points. From my father of course. Because currently nobody else is appreciating her work.
After I finished my song I disappointedly looked at the direction of my half-brothers whom are not paying attention to her instead they are minding their own childish things the childrens do.
Aenar and Jonnel.... The two (not so Twins) Boys are too busy with arm wrestling. And my other brother is very much absent mindly starring at the direction of the seven kingdoms ?
But I wanted someone to clap hands or at least pay attention to my excellent singing performance. And it's seems nobody is paying any attention and busy with their own stuffs.
Arggh ....men! They have no appreciation for finest entertainment.
Hmm... what the hell is Lyonel thinking so hard about?!
"What do you think about my song Leo ?" I asked him.
And he just nodded.
So it's good I guess?
"That was some great gibberish, you said, Lyn," answered Aenar after losing the wrestling match.
I turned to him, eyes wide. So they were listening to her song? But Aenar's comment made her unhappy for some reason. Because she put all her talent in it too remember it from her previous life. And no small accomplishment in my opinion.
"it's not true Aenar..."Protested Jonnel.
That brought a small smile on her face. it nearly seems like a compliment?
then again her smile died when Jonnel finished his sentence.
" It was utter garbage I tell you. The lyrics she came up with is fine. But the main problem is her voice, It sounded like a dying Boar. ..... hahahahahaha" He finished with huge smirk, Then the two of them started laughing at their own jokes.
And she didn't like their insulting words very much....
And bcause of them her good mood is ruined.
It's seems they don't understand how much it hurts if someone disrespect an artist about his/her art.
Should I go full Sasori/Deidara on them?
No... it will be too mercy on these corrupted souls.
Even though I'm fuming with anger they didn't stop making fun of her.
There is a limit for everything, And I'm currently at my limit and i could no longer control my anger in any longer. How dare they! ... making fun of her so much.
I need to teach them that they should never insult my beautiful voice ( An:Even it was not that beautiful) I should throw them out of the ship.
No... ! first beating them with footwear will do then toss them to the fish.
I removed one of my footwear and took it in hand, And The face of the two boys gone pale immediately and it seems they understood what is a life threat . And somehow sensing the imminent danger they ran away. She wished she could beat the Wesley twins to sooth her anger.
She made vow to get her revenge though she needs to think of cruel one , something befitting of those devil's. She knows that it's really childish, And she's too mature inside to carry on this kind of things.
But some parts of me also happy that I get live a child's life for the second time. And some parts of me still enjoying the mischief.
But insulting her art cannot go unpunished!
Then I noticed that Lyonel is still at the same spot, silent and absent from their shenanigans. He's just staring at the direction of our destination, though it's not visible Yet.
" What is it Leo ?" I asked my black haired gentle giant half brother.
Well, in age he is few months younger then three of us, but in hight ,the boy is least a head taller. So call him gentle giant because he's Soo quiet and.... kind.
"I am thinking about father dear sister,And our other relatives and half siblings. I'm too excited to meet them and I can't sleep at night." Answered the boy.
Really? your that exited?Even though I clearly do not see any excitement. Maybe he is...
on the inside?
Hmm... understandable. Meeting his legendary father for the first time is really exciting for a boy. And I don't blame him,I would too,,,, if I didn't have the mentality of an adult.
"Don't think much about it bro, he might be as excited as we are. I heard that if the weather is good we'll be able to see Gulltown next morning. So get some rest It will be a big day."
He just nodded did what I told and left to his sleeping quarter. Lyonel is such a good boy.. But why is other two is such douchebag? I know the two of them are two months older than me but they act like they are two years younger. Did their mother dropped them on the floor when they were little? Anyway....I need to sleep it's really cold in the night and sailors are getting annoyed And one of elder one seems almost fed up with our shenanigans. So I returned to my cabin.
Ah... my sweet bed...i missed you.
Now I can brainstorm all I want.
I'm almost prepared for what is to come. My regular history lesson with Sir Rick was very fruitful. (AN: more of a questioning/ Eating his brain out of the poor knight)
Timeline is badly damaged for my taste.
The Robert's rebellion Ark ended with the Rhaella Targaryens surrender of dragonstone.
And the surprising thing is that except for the mad prince Rhaegar and the mad king Aerys, All the other Targaryens are alive.
like seriously? how the hell that happened?
Well, Sir Rick explained that tywin Lannister betrayed the King in the last moment and joined the other rebellious lords John Arryn,Hoster Tully, Ned stark, Bobby B. And helped them taking over the city of Kingslanding from the Targaryens. And the alliance didn't sack it because it would create more problems.
Heh....How thoughtful of them.
Well, their thoughtfulness earned them open welcome from the city residents. And Rhaella Targaryens surrendered her kingdom to have better treatment of her family. She cleverly sent Her son Viserys to joined the Nightswatch and made a deal with John Arryn about her unborn child.
The deal was that if she gave birth to a daughter then that daughter will be betrothed to John Arryn's Son Artys.
Though the question is how the hell that old Lord of Vale acquired a son in the first place?
Well, I think I know the answer. And I believe that the Old lord worked really hard with his young Bride Lysa Tully.
Or someone else worked really hard for him...(pun intended.)
Though I don't want to dive deep in that subject. The Lord of the Vale got a lot from his third marriage. An alliance with the Riverland, A healthy Son and A daughter though that also costed his last wife's life. Which also saved him from the future assassination by poison.
Anyway, it's kinda good thing that she died earlier. And saved us a lot of trouble.
So back to the Targaryens, Rhaella and her daughter get to live in the Vale under house Arryn's protection. And when Daenerys come of age she will marry the Arryn heir.
So that's why I never heard any rumors in Bravos about the exiled Targaryen siblings.
That means they were never exiled in the first place!
And the things I learned about Viserys Targaryen is very unique as well.....Currently he is serving at the Castleblack and The Wall as a black brother. A huge demotion for a dragon prince to become a celibate Crow metaphorically speaking.
Ser Rick told me what he knows from the Rumors of The Wall and about Viserys Targaryen. The young exiled Targaryen is respected by many and the silver prince rose through the ranks of the Castleblack, and became a ranger captain of the watch along side benjen Stark.
To me it's feel like he is a completely different Viserys. Not like the show or book version of bagger King Viserys, the one that khal Drogo had dramatically kill with melted Gold.
Maybe he is different Viserys Targaryen because in this timeline he is raised by different set of good followers like Ser Arthur dayne, Oswal Whent, Gerold hightower, And many other good Targaryen followers.
And lastly and most significantly he was take cared by his own great great uncle Maester Aemon Targaryen.
And I also heard that the Nightswatch is now a very Rich organization, Because of their ice export. I wonder who gave them that idea ?
Well, That's a good news overall, cause if the Nightswatch is strong then the White runners or was it white walkers? will have hard time passing it.
And this timeline unfortunately or fortunately I don't know which one it will be. We don't have any dragons. Cause nobody is going to hatch them. Because Daenerys is living a awesome life with her mom and fiance in the Vale , and not in the Dothoraki horde with three dragon eggs.
Oh ..! And Daenery's other relatives are doing very well too , cause all of them somehow survived the chaos of war. The interesting things that happened was that Rhaegar's Daughter and son the Royal Targaryen childrens Aegon and Rhaenys was somehow escaped the city before the Allied lords could occupies the Redkeep. They are living in Dorne.... Sunspear specifically.
And Ser Rick even slipped some of the classified information about some of his old comrades had a hand in escaping the two Elia Martel's royal childrens. This made me confirm what I suspected.
My father somehow played on the both sides without exposing himself.
I was quite happy he did that. And made affort to save Elia Martel's childrens.
Her story was a tragic one I admit, And I'm glad that something so horrible that happened in the Canon didn't happen. And the Martel's are not out for blood.
But this move does not going very well for the current crowns. Each day Aegon Targaryen grows up and the problem for the Baratheon dynasty increases. Because he is the rightful ruler of the iron throne and when he fully grown up he will find many Targaryen supporters. From the words of Sir Rick, Dorne is already become a huge threat, and some people says that they are waiting for the right opportunity and gathering strength if rumors are true.
And If i think about it, Aegon is born in the year 280 Ac, same year we were born. So he's currently ten years old and not warrior enough to lead an army and take back his ancestors property.
But he's living presence is already created lots of problem for King Robert. I also heard from Ser Rick that King Robert is getting paranoid every year. Because he sees Targaryen everywhere and couldn't do anything about it. So he is putting the crown in so much debt that.... if the Targaryens regains their control, they would have to pay for it as well. Well, it's just my theory of what Robert Baratheon would do. hahaha.
Well, John snow is alive and living a good life in Winterfell. Though unfortunately his mother is not with him. And actually he's not a snow anymore , Because in this timeline everyone knows about his parentage.
The story goes like this.... Elia's Martel informed her brother Doran via raven that Lyanna Stark being held in tower of Joy. Unlike the original timeline she was rescued a month earlier by the forces of Sunspear. They captured all the kingsguards alive and badly beaten, So much so that Robert forgave them and offered them to take join the nights watch. Doran Martel's men took Lyanna Stark to Sunspear and John is born with proper care of a skilled Maester.
After that
Doran brought them to Kingslanding in exchange for Elia Martel and peace treaty.
Doran didn't told Lyanna the full story of what happened.
So when she learned everything the story became more tragic. Because Lyanna Stark could not handle the things that happened to her family. Her father was burned alive and brother strangled to death. The man she loved and escaped/runway with died in the river of trident.
She confessed to everyone that Rhaegar's did not kidnapped her and she willingly gone with him.
This news made Robert Baratheon heartbroken.
And after that Lyanna Stark committed suicide. Because she couldn't handle that because of her foolishness killed her father and older brother. And the following war that came and with it thousands of people died in the war, all because she wanted to escape from her fiance.
She killed herself because of that extreme guilt.
So Robert Baratheon could not get to marry Lyanna Stark and Lyanna did not become the queen of the seven kingdoms, And Ned stark took his nephew back to The North to keep him safe and named him John Stark. Which suspect made John Arryn smile.
Though he also has a Targaryen name as well, John's grandma Rhaella Targaryen named him Aemon Targaryen.
Lyanna Stark's death brought sadness to those she interact with, but majority of people was happy that the bitch is dead. The story is sad but in a long run it was a good thing that Lyanna killed herself. Because if she became the queen everyone would have blamed her for the deaths of thousands of people that died in the war.
Fast-forward .....
Robert Baratheon married Cersei Lannister and have four children. The black haired first princess Jocelyn Baratheon, followed by Joffrey, Myrcella and Tommen.
And I believe except for the first princess others childrens might have some hair color problem.
Maybe my timeline is not so bad , Because some of the people already dead. like Gregor Clegane and Varys the spy master for example. My father already made a short work on them and I believe he already took measure against others that could cause a problem.
Well, if didn't or couldn't then I can help him with that.
We're family after all. It's all for family.
Damn I almost forgot about the Greyjoy rebellion....!!!
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