章節 22: 19: The Tourney of Harrenhal Part 2
(Harrenhal, Harrentown, North Shore of The Gods Eye, The Southern Trident, The Riverlands, The Seven Kingdoms of Westeros, Westeros, GoT Universe)
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(Rogar Arryn POV)
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Rogar rode into Harrenhal with his retinue, He wore an impassive look, he had no desire to be here at all. He had no choice though. Rogar was well aware of his popularity and the success attributed to him.
For now, he had to capitulate to Rhaegar until Rhaegar fucked it all up for house Targaryen. Shouldn't be too long, if what the Order of Artys told him was true. Much of the Order was spread out across Westeros, searching for secrets, but enough remained in the Eyrie to satisfy his desire to see Myranda safe.
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(POV Shift: Jon Connington)
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Jon had decided to target Myranda Arryn. After her birthing of course. Jon wasn't heartless enough to target a pregnant woman, he would Order the assassin to wait until the babes had been delivered before ordering her dead. It's what Rhaegar would want.
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(POV Shift: Rhaegar Targaryen)
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Lord Rogar was here, at last! The final piece of the puzzle had arrived. Rogar would be essential to dethroning his father. An expert Swordsman and popular Lord who carried a lot of respect inside of and outside of his Lands. Rogar was important to the Realm's future stability. As we're the other Seven great Families.
The Seven Kingdoms were far more structured than the rest of the World assumed. Every Lord Paramount who was also A Warden of Westeros carried q lot more more than the four Who didn't. House Lannister and House Tyrell stood at the pinnacle of the Four Wardens. Both boasted great Wealth and as such a greater number of Men, Men who because of that wealth were the best equipped in Westeros ment that Lannister and Tyrell were both granted a lot of Freedom.
For instance Each Region's Great Family had an Army Cap in keeping with their wealth, history, and population. The Tully's of Riverrun boasted forty five thousand men, but most of them were simply Infantry, with twenty five thousand or so being exactly so. Now, House Baratheon despite being capable of raising the same number wad more varied. They had Ten Thoused Archers. Ten Thousand Infantry, and Fifteen Thousand Calvary. The Remaining numbers were typically dependent on the Lord of The time. Lord Steffon and his son thus far had Fifteen Thousand Calvary, Archers, and Infantry.
Rhaegar could go on, but in short it was complex in practice but could be summed up rather easily; Influence, Wealth, History, and Loyalty Influenced the cap and just how many ways a Cunning Lord Paramount was able to work around it.
Rogar for instance had focused on developing his land and building up his Fleet. The Gulltown Fleet was mostly Merchant Vessels but they were Supported by a smaller yet powerful navy that more than made up for it's small numbers with it's strength and capacity for several tasks.
If Rhaegar had a sister he'd offer her to Rogar before he chose Myranda Royce for his Bride, make the task easier. Rhaegar liked to know his man before recruiting him, but The Eyrie had become next to impossible to gather intelligence from. So Rhaegar would be going in blind when he approached Lord Rogar.
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(POV Shift: Melisandre of Asshai)
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The Lord had sent her to Westeros with a small group of priests. Their mission clear, they were to find Rogar Arryn. He was the Prince that was Promised, he would lead them against the coming darkness.
He would be dificult to convince, but Melisandre was more than willing to offer him her body if it helped guide him down the proper path.
They'd watch from Harrenhal.
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(POV Shift: Myranda Royce)
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Myranda wasn't feeling well, the babies were stealing her strength more than usual, but she was willing to endure it.
She wanted to grow old with Rogar, and have many children with him.
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(POV Shift: Rogar Arryn)
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Rogar sat alone in his tent, Meditating believe it or not. Well not quite, but it was a fairly close description. Rogar was centering himself before the Jousts. He had no desire to be seen by anyone until he was ready. He drew Jon Connington in the First Round and though tempted to kill him ''Accidentally'' ultimately decided not to.
It simply wasn't worth it, the man was about as effective in battle as Renly.
Which was utterly useless.
Rogar would Content himself with injuring the Lord of Griffin's Roost, but would settle for unhorsing him. He'd invite him constantly of course as he wanted to humiliate the poor bastard a little bit.
''Milord, Lady Ashara to see you.'' His Page, Hugh called. Hugh as it turned out was the Bastard son of an Arryn of Gulltown and an Arryn of The Eyrie. Rogar couldn't remember which Arryn of The Eyrie fathered the not, only that they were long dead. The boy knew his mother was an Arryn of Gulltown but was kept ignorant of his Father.
Rogar remembered the boy's surprise when Rogar came for him, taking him as a Page and possibly a Squire in the future. It was worth it.
''She may enter.'' Says Rogar as he stands and pours himself a Dornish Red and a second cup for Ashara.
Ashara entered and cupped his face, tracing her fingers across his fresh scar. He'd been attacked by the Mountain Clan's on the way here. They were swiftly dealt with, but one managed to scar his face along his left cheek.
''How is she?'' Ashara asks.
''Well. Dyanna is happy.'' Says Rogar.
''But?'' Asks Ashara.
''Someday she'll want to meet her real mother, what do you want me to do?'' Asks Rogar.
''Take her to Starfall. Show her the truth.'' Says Ashara.
''So be it Ash. On another note, I think Ned has q crush on you, I'll have to warn him that the Star has her own claws as sharp as any Direwolves.'' Says Rogar earning a Chuckle from Ashara.
''And if the Star wants a Falcon?'' Asks Ashara placing his hand into her dress and onto her breast.
''Ashara, I love you, nothing would make me happier than to be able to raise Dya as my trueborn daughter with her mother. But I can't, my hand is tied. Can you honestly tell me as a Mother yourself you would inflict such a thing to a fellow mother? Others would say yes, but not you sweet Ash, so don't lie to me dnd say yes.'' Says Rogar.
''I want you Rogar, I miss you and Dya every day.'' Says Ashara.
''And I you Ashara, but we can't. I can't.'' Says Rogar as he stops his wine.
''Goodbye Rogar.'' Ashara says placing one last kiss onto his lips.
''Goodbye Ashara. I love you.'' Eogar says to empty air.
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(POV Shift: Jon Connington)
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The King was here.
He made a show of inducting Ser Jaime Lannister into the Kingsguard, but that wasn't what upset Jon the most. No, no it was the King's praising Rogar Arryn, over Rhaegar, it offended Jon that such favoritism had been showered on a lowly Falcon rather than a true Dragon.
To top it off, Rogar had been mocking him all day, sending all manner of ''Gifts'' to him. Swords with a carefully worded message to ask how they tasted when swallowed. Little Boys with a message with deep and outrageous wording. It was for this reason that When they Rode next to each other he was close to blowing his top when Rogar made a remark of an outrageous nature.
''How does a Dragon's meat taste? You should be able to answer Connington given how much Dragon Cock you swallow and how deep you kiss the Dragons Ass?'' It was infuriating. The man obviously knew of his Sexual preferences and his love for Rhaegar, yet took sick delight in humiliating him. The little boys were sent with the message of ''my Body for a side of Dragon Oysters?'' Now how could that mean anything other than Rhaegar's balls in exchange for selling their bodies to him?
Rogar was gonna pay, forget waiting. He would Pay now!
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(POV Shift: Rogar Arryn)
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Admittedly his humiliating of Connington wasn't his best work, but the man wasn't bright enough by Rogar's estimates to warrant a smarter slew of insults.
Rogar wasn't homophobic by any means, but Connington made it easy to fall into the stereotype hate that the minority of real people still possessed.
His worship of Rhaegar, unrequited love fur him, and fanatic loyalty were what made him less than a man in Rogar's eyes, his homosexuality was just a convenient excuse.
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Rogar and Connington sat atop their horses at either end of the Tourney Field. Rogar sat on a beautiful Chestnut Mare, Connington atop a Black Gelding.
When the Horn sounded, Both me charged. Rogar aimed and struck Connington dead center in the man's shield. But Connington struck into his horse. Connington was thrown off, and Rogar managed to roll clear before the horse crushed his leg.
''Sword!'' Rogar shouts, infuriated that Connington would target his horse of all things.
''Calm yourself Ser Rogar, Jon didn't mean it.'' Says Rhaegar.
''Fuck his meaning! He killed my horse! Do you have any idea how much work was put into producing the Mare? Years! Carefully selected breeding, training, and care all gone! And for what? A pillow biters pride? You will pay this Connington.'' Says Rogar, letting his frustration at Being Summoned here bled into his dislike for Connington.
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Rogar was furious, He sent the few Order of Artys Members to hang the bastards Squire by his ankles to a tree in nothing but his small clothes He would've hanged the Squire by his back, but that was a little too extreme and Roger wasn't so black with rage that he'd condemn a child to death. The dragged by horses would've been an acceptable alternative, but hanging him from his ankles in his small clothes tied to a tree was enough. He'd kill Connington's horse, but that wasn't his style. Stealing it though? That had some merit, if only to see it's way into the prizes.
Rogar knew that He had started something with Connington, but such a blatant disregard for the Rules of the Tourney? No, something else was wrong here. Jon Connington probably had another beef with him, but what it was Escaped him.
But That Mare was his ticket to win, it was his best. And Connington would repay him.
''Eskel, Send a group to Griffin's Roost, Steal every Horse they have, and burn their fields. Leave a Single Falcon Feather dipped in My Mare's Blood in Connington's Solar.'' Rogar orders his Artysian Herald.
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(POV Shif: Rhaegar Targaryen)
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Jon had put his entire plan at risk, it was no secret that Rogar Arryn had a passion for horses. Now he had an outraged Lord Paramount who was demanding satisfaction...and frankly Rhaegar was inclined to give it to him.
Jon had blatantly disregarded Tourney rules and etiquette just to target something highly prized by Rogar. And Jon's Squire was now missing, as was his Horse along with his arms and armor.
''Your actions will make my duty that much harder Jon. I have an incensed Lord Paramount on one hand and you on the other. You disregarded Tourney rules and etiquette to harm Rogar's image and his property. Now your Squire, Horse, Arms, and Armor are missing. We'll discuss this later, I have to go ensure Rogar doesn't do anything hasty.'' Says Rhaegar.
''Rogar will not let this go easily My Prince. He can accept a small insult or two, but this he'll never forget.'' Says Arthur as the leave.
''What will make him back down?'' Asks Rhaegar.
''Rogar has always been appreciative for a good and strong mount. Lord Connington's killing of his Mare will be seen as a personal insult. Rogar will demand something of equal value.'' Says Arthur.
''Where is Lord Arryn?'' Asks Prince Rhaegar, to Rogar's Page as they arrived at Rogar's tent.
''He has retired for the day my Prince. And has no desire to see you or anyone of Connington's ilk.'' Says a Voice that each of them recognize.
''Lady Ashara, we did not expect you to be here.'' Says Rhaegar in surprise.
''Rogar is not pleased with your decision to defend Jon Connington nor was he happy to come in the first place. He has a child on the way your grace, as a father yourself you can understand his anxiety.'' Ashara says scolding as only she can.
''I need to speak with him, it's urgent.'' Rhaegar presses.
''I'm sorry Prince Rhaegar, but Lord Arryn has no interest or intention of hearing your words. He's already given the Order for retaliation.'' A new voice says, stepping out of the tent to reveal a dark-haired man.
''Explain.'' Says Rhaegar.
''No, forgive me My Prince, but I swore a vow. Do not make me an oathbreaker. Besides, he's got company.'' Eskel denies.
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(POV Shift: Rogar Arryn)
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Imagine his surprise when Lyanna Stark came to him, asking about Robert, he was suitably surprised that he sent Ash away in order to discuss Robert in a more Private setting free of unwanted distractions....
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Well, it's a weeks into my recovery and I can't take it anymore. But honestly it's somewhat liberating. I am writing without that deadline hanging above my head so I may just take two month Breaks, one month to stock up with a month's worth of breaks
My recovery is going well thus far but still has a ways to go. Before I go to sleep let me clarify that Rogar and Jon Connington are gonna be at each other's throats constantly to make a more personal Rebellion...
Okay...Bye!!!
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