Capítulo 29: (ASOIAF) The Antlered Seahorse: A Robert Baratheon Insert by Witteric of the West
Leave it to The Chad Bobby B insert of us to derail the fate of the dance beyond recogniton before it even begins because Robert is straight obviously lol 🤣
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Chapter 1
Hello there! Yes, yet another thing, I'm working on too many ideas right now, but alas, here I am. This came out of a discord server I'm part of, and the idea was not originally mine tbh. Without further ado, here's another piece of madness.
"Where in the seven hells am I?" The man asked aloud as he walked into the darkness. "Oh well, at least I'm not hurting all over anymore..." He stopped dead on his tracks... The... figure, a tall man with dark hair, purple eyes and only one hand.
"Ah, so this is what my line has come to... Come, I have much to show you." The man spoke, leading Robert away.
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Robert woke up with a raging headache and very much confused. "Gods, what a strange dream" He told himself as he reached for the wine that a servant would always leave by the bed... But the wine wasn't there.
"That was... unsettling... " He told himself as he sighed. He had been with his forefather Orys. He had seen Lyanna's objections to the marriage, and he had also been forced to watch what had happened to her... She hadn't wanted that marriage, but she hadn't wanted to go away with that Silver Prick either...
Most importantly, he had seen what his own folly brought. So much death, his best friend beheaded by that brat he called a son -and to think he had never been his son! Oh he truly loved sweet Tommen and smart Myrcella, but Joffrey, he was his mother's entirely, and now it was clearer than ever... And it was all his fault. Perhaps save for the fact that Cersei was fucking the Kingslayer. Others take them both!
He was about to call for a servant and demand his wine, -to put it mildly- when he saw his hand, it was pale, extremely so... Almost Targaryen pale. He sat on the bed, just as shocked when he saw that his body was now nimble, he was even a bit skinny! He stared at his hands for a few minutes. Then he heard a servant.
"Lord Laenor, do you wish to break your fast?" A soft voice called from the other side, Robert's mind raced, trying to find out who or what was Laenor -a Targaryen no doubt, damn them all to the seven hells- as he managed to say "Aye"
He looked around, no red dragons on black, nor any Targaryen finery... there were seahorses instead. So he was a Velaryon. His mind could only think of one Laenor Velaryon. He looked at the finery, then at the window, and started laughing.
He laughed and laughed and laughed some more. When the servant came back with a tray with bread, cheese, and some ham, Robert was laughing hysterically.
The servant carefully placed the tray and wine in a small table and left, leaving Robert to himself.
"Gods! This Pillow-Biter!" He was still laughing, there was a sweet irony to it. He saw the food and ate, he drank the goblet of wine in a swig and headed out.
He was not nearly as strong as he had been, but gods he could feel the youth in his body now, he could feel the vigor that damn Laenor Velaryon was wasting so much. At some point, he saw his own face in the water, and he laughed again. The bloody fool was handsome to boot! -then again, Valyrians tended to be-
Once he had done that, the next thing he did was to head out to the training yard. For the first time since taking that gods-damned throne, he felt alive.
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