章節 42: Chapter 41
289 AC, Moat Cailin.
Eight years since the rebellion.
My knowledge of the story was barely relevant anymore. There were no Lannisters at Casterly Rock to manipulate the throne, no Littlefiinger to embezzle the crown's gold, no alive Targaryens except Aegon and Rhaenys, and it was about time I did something about the Ironborn.
The squids were raiding and plundering along the coast, and the Moat was getting refugees from numerous villages that had been decimated by the Ironborn raiders. Their haunted faces told the story of the vicious Ironborn who cared for nothing but their greed.
Despite my pleading, Ned Stark refused to call for banners against Pyke.
"Your brother's a waste of a lord."
"Hey!" Lyanna exclaimed and slapped my arm.
"He may be a sissy, but he's still my brother! Only I get to insult him!"
"Or his lady-wife when they're being kinky in bed."
"Ugh! I did not need to hear that!"
Down in the training yard, our son was gasping his lungs out from his intense footwork training. I looked at him from the balcony and shouted, "Come on, you brat! Move your feet! You're the one who asked to be trained, so you don't get to quit! Dodge and keep dodging! Or else you'll be facing me!"
The poor kid shivered and jumped away to resume his training.
Lyanna pouted and complained, "Why are you so hard on Arthur? He's our son!"
"That's exactly why I'm so hard on him when it comes to training. I grew strong by fighting the beasts of the wild. You forbade me from throwing him in the forest, so this is the next best thing!"
"I still can't believe that you could even think of having our son go through such an adversity!"
"And I almost had my way! Too bad you came so quickly from the pleasure."
"You were denying me release for hours! And, I told you not to talk about it in the open!"
We bickered for a while and had an hour long session of mind-numbing sex before I returned to my lordly duties. Meanwhile, our son, Arthur, was cursing the day he decided to pledge that he would become stronger than his father.
I had managed to maintain peace along The Neck for eight years. Other than the Ironborn, all bandit activity was reduced to nothing. Moat Cailin had become a formidable fortress with a standing army of 8,000 strong.
House Curran had become the most powerful house in Westeros, and none could dare to bully us out of fear. All in all, House Curran and Moat Cailin were thriving.
My second and youngest son was just a little less than a year old, and my only daughter was four. Arthur, Edith, and Harold Curran were my children with Lyanna. Three lovely children... I'd never imagined that I would become a father someday. But Lyanna and I had enough love for one another that we wanted our family to grow.
Arthur was born nine months after our wedding night. It was quite a coincidence that Lyanna was ovulating at that time.
Even after eight years of being together, Lyanna and I did not get tired of each other. Almost every day was passionate and lustful and involved long sessions of wonder sex. I never spaffed on her face, but she did like to swallow or have me spaff on her perky and pale breasts.
All in all, we were kinky as hell.
Other than my sex life, other things had been wonderful as well. I had become a master in HEMA, silat, survival, smithing, free running, and hunting. From the healing potions I had gotten, only two remained after I had to use one for Lyanna during Edith's birth. She had bled out too much, and I was not going to let her die.
The other potion was used on Arthur when he fell down from a horse and developed a subdural hematoma. There was no saving for Arthur, and so I had to use the potion.
I changed into my armor and robes and went to the Keep to hear and solve the troubles of the common folk. It had become ritualistic for me, and I didn't hate it. I was the one to whom they could come to solve their problems, and it was my responsibility.
I was never one to run away from them.
Arthur soon arrived in the Keep, barely managing to walk after his legs were cramping severely. I smiled at him and ruffled his hair as he took a seat next to me.
"How long did you last today?"
"A few clicks more than last few moons."
"Good! You're improving quickly! Now, slowly drink this bone broth. It will help with your fatigue."
The boy perked up and happily drank the broth. He loved my cooking, and I usually rewarded him with tasty food if he showed improvement in his skills. He knew that lying to me wouldn't work as I was going to test him the next day.
I couldn't look at his stats, but I could tell that he was strong for his age.
'My genes are thriving.'
It took a few hours for me to address the common folk. After that, Arthur and I went to the enclosed 'dojo' I had built in the Moat during its reconstruction process. Lyanna was already there with Edith and was teaching our daughter the very basics of silat.
"Alright, Arthur. Today was focused on your footwork for sword fighting. So we will keep working on that. Now, I'm an Ironborn hell bent on taking Edith away. You have to stop me from reaching her in any way possible. Your awareness of your surroundings is paramount. Take out the wooden curved knives, and come at me with every intent to make me give up... Or end my life."
Such was a day in the life of the Currans.
Meanwhile, the flames of rebellion had been lit at Leffordport.
The Ironborn, under the cover of the night, had attacked the port town and burned down the entire armada of House Lefford.
The drums of war had been sounded, and I was ready to quash the Ironborn like the plagued bugs that they were to Westeros. 'When bug spray doesn't help, the old school stomp works just as well.'
(ACJTF)
A/N: I PASSED! I'M A DOCTOR NOW!! 1 year of mandatory internship, and I'll have my degree!!!
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