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Third Person POV.
Westeros.
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"Where is it?!" Robert immediately exclaimed, eager to see the dragon hatchling.
"It's in the saddlebags, my lord…" Varys said cautiously, as everyone noticed the look of pleasure spreading across the king's face at the news.
"Your Majesty…" Ned tried to speak, but Robert interrupted him.
"I want to see it right now! Rest can wait!" he declared, turning to his men. "Bring it to the throne room—I want to see this dragon hatchling that's been giving me headaches for years!" he thundered, laughing as he strode forward.
"And I don't want anyone to imprison this man," Robert added as he entered. "He has done a great service to the realm!" His voice echoed as everyone reluctantly followed the king, even the queen, who was weary from the journey but had no choice but to accompany him with a hint of interest.
Lord Stark followed, having no choice in the matter either.
"Father! Should we go too?" Sansa approached him, but after casting one last look of disdain at Jorah Mormont, he turned to his daughter.
"No… this is not something you need to witness. Septa Mordane, I want you to take Sansa and Arya to the chamber in the Tower of the Hand," he instructed, and the woman quickly began organizing the girls to take them there.
With no other option, Lord Stark followed his men to the hall of the Iron Throne. The room was quickly filling with other nobles who had already gathered to greet the king and now eagerly awaited the trial. Robert was already seated on the Iron Throne, a smile playing on his lips as he waited for his men to bring Viserys Targaryen.
"Ned, come to my side. It's time for you to start your duties as my Hand," Robert exclaimed, and Ned nodded, stepping up alone to stand beside him.
The queen approached as well, standing on the other side of the king along with the Kingsguard, while the council members positioned themselves near the throne and the rest of the nobility filled the room. Even Joffrey appeared, approaching with a glimmer of interest. Jorah Mormont was among the gathered crowd, earning a piercing look from Lord Stark.
Then, the doors opened, and the City Watch, clad in red, entered carrying a man with platinum hair and bound arms. He growled at them, thrashing as he struggled against their hold.
"Let me go, you bastards! How dare you lay your filthy hands on me?!" Viserys shouted as he was dragged before the king.
Robert watched the scene with a satisfied expression. Even the queen observed as the last male Targaryen heir was brought before them like a worm.
"Let me go! I am the king!" Viserys screamed before the men threw him to the ground in front of everyone, forcing him to kiss the floor. He let out a groan of pain.
The room fell silent as they watched Viserys rolling on the floor, struggling to rise. His breathing was labored. The silence lingered until laughter suddenly echoed. The king began to laugh at the spectacle.
"Hahahahahaha!!"
Viserys, lifting his face for the first time, opened his eyes to see a sight he hadn't witnessed in years: the Iron Throne. His gaze fell upon the king, a fat man laughing while seated in the chair—the chair that should have been his. As his eyes shifted, he saw the gathered nobles, some watching him, others observing the king's laughter.
The Kingsguard stood alert. Among them, Barristan Selmy appeared the most cautious, his expression tinged with a subtle sadness. He had served House Targaryen and couldn't help but feel some sympathy for the scene. Even Jaime Lannister maintained a wary gaze, watching Rhaegar's younger brother, aware that this encounter would not end well.
"You cursed usurper! Thief!" Viserys shouted, pointing at Robert as the chains clinked with his raised hand. His voice was filled with growing rage.
He seemed intent on lunging at Robert, who continued laughing, while the Kingsguard prepared to intervene at any sign of movement. Despite being several steps away, Viserys lacked the strength to follow through, though the fury in his eyes burned with intent.
"You are the king? And yet you dare to call me a usurper when you are my prisoner, dragonspawn!" Robert's voice echoed with amusement, clearly pleased by the sight before him. Even as he was insulted, he gazed at the last male Targaryen with satisfaction. "You look like a rat stuck in the mud. Now, you are my prisoner, and you will soon be treated as such."
"This throne is mine! It belongs to me! I am the king! Take these chains off me!" Viserys snapped, as if he had any chance of escaping his predicament, while Robert continued to laugh.
Eddard watched the scene, somewhat lost in thought, recalling Aerys. Viserys seemed to share the same madness as his father with these delusional demands. Even the Kingsguard, who had once served House Targaryen, now saw only a madman, likely consumed by the same insanity as his father.
Viserys quickly turned his gaze to the gathered nobles. "I am Viserys Targaryen, heir to the throne! You must serve me!" he shouted, hoping the crowd would rally to his side. But no one uttered a word. Only silence filled the hall, with Viserys' voice the lone sound.
He glared at everyone with growing rage. These nobles should have been serving him, kissing his feet, yet now they simply turned their backs on him. He couldn't comprehend it—he was a Targaryen, and they were supposed to love and serve him. Thoughts of vengeance filled his mind, but unfortunately for him, he lacked the position or power to act on them.
"The Iron Throne was taken from House Targaryen. You lost all your birthrights through Robert's right of conquest!" Ned's voice rang out, addressing Viserys.
Viserys turned to him with hatred in his eyes. He pointed at the symbol on Ned's chest, and his anger seemed to intensify.
"You Starks helped the usurpers steal my family's throne! I swear I will kill you! Traitors!" he snarled.
Even Barristan Selmy, who for a moment had questioned whether he should defend Viserys in a trial by combat, dismissed the notion entirely. To Selmy, this was no prince—just a lunatic, much like his father, nothing like Rhaegar.
"You, a king? You're just a captured dragonspawn, as mad as your father!" Robert taunted, while Viserys growled at him.
"You're no king!" he screamed. Robert, despite his enjoyment at seeing the dragonspawn barking like a cornered dog, turned to the guards.
"Silence him!" Robert commanded. Watching Viserys shout and hurl insults was growing tiresome.
In the next moment, one of the guards struck Viserys on the head with a club, sending him sprawling to the ground. No one protested; after all, he had only been spewing mad rants of vengeance and insults.
Viserys groaned from the blow as he fell to the floor. Robert sighed in satisfaction and turned to Varys.
"Tell me, what happened? How was he captured? I also want to hear Jorah Mormont's account," Robert said.
"My king, it has been a week since this man, Jorah Mormont, arrived on my ship after sending a letter saying he had captured a Targaryen. I believed him and paid to see it, requesting a ship from Braavos to King's Landing," Varys explained.
"I see." Robert nodded and turned to the man among the crowd of nobles. "Tell me in detail how you captured him."
Jorah Mormont stepped forward, approaching before kneeling before the king as he passed by Viserys, still on the ground.
"Your Majesty, I found him in Braavos. He had lost everything after Illyrio, one of the great magistrates of Pentos and his sponsor, was killed. I captured him, sent the letter, put him on a boat, and came here seeking pardon," Jorah explained firmly.
"Traitor!" Viserys' voice broke through once more as he screamed. "You were supposed to be my guard! But you brought me to the usurper! Damn traitor! And all of you!"
Another blow from the guard silenced him, his head hitting the floor with a thud. He groaned in pain as the hall watched the scene in silence, the onlookers beginning to mock him.
"So, you were his sworn guard, and you betrayed him? You were oath-bound?" Ned immediately looked at Jorah with disdain. The tale of Viserys seemed to echo history: a Targaryen betrayed by his own guards. Ned's anger deepened as he remembered Jorah's past crimes and harbored a growing suspicion toward the man.
"No, Lord Stark. I never swore servitude to him," Jorah replied with a certain calm.
It was true that he had never taken an oath, but he had still betrayed Viserys. He should have protected the prince, but when he saw him ruined—his sister vanished, the Dothraki thrown into chaos after the loss of their leader with no one to take the Khalasar's place—Jorah found himself without options. He had no choice but to seek his own redemption, bringing Viserys to the king and hoping to be pardoned so he could return home, even if he would not be warmly welcomed.
"Great! You've done a great service for the crown, Jorah Mormont. I pardon all your crimes and charges against you," Robert declared without hesitation, as murmurs quickly spread through the hall at his decision.
"Your Majesty, I believe this is a bit extreme. This man was accused of trafficking slaves!" Ned tried to argue, but Robert didn't care. He was determined to reward Jorah for the gift he had brought.
"Just for delivering Viserys, I pardon him. And I also restore to you the title of knight of the Seven Kingdoms, with all your birthrights reinstated," Robert proclaimed again, with no hesitation.
Jorah, deeply grateful, bowed his head in respect. "I would like to abdicate my inheritance of Bear Island, Your Majesty. I do not believe I am worthy to inherit it anymore. I will leave it to my nieces, from what I've heard. But my sword can still serve the Seven Kingdoms," he said humbly. After his exile, he knew he didn't deserve his position and would face severe judgment but sought a more honorable path.
"All right, all right. See, Ned! He's not as bad as you think!" Robert commented with a grin.
"And the girl? Wasn't there also a Targaryen girl?" Queen Cersei spoke up for the first time, drawing everyone's attention.
"I know that, woman! That was going to be my next question," Robert replied impatiently. "After all, I see a son, a dragonspawn. I want to know where the girl is. Wasn't she supposed to marry the horse lord?" he asked, showing concern as he remembered the potential Dothraki army that could arise across the sea—one dragonspawn could lead to others.
"Well, we have a problem here, Your Majesty. Jorah Mormont, or rather, Ser Jorah, should explain better," Varys interjected, drawing all eyes back to Jorah.
Jorah paused before answering, feeling the weight of their gazes. "She was taken, Your Majesty. During the wedding, a man appeared and challenged Khal Drogo to a duel, wanting the girl."
He took a deep breath and continued as the room fell silent. "He defeated the Dothraki warriors who opposed him, one by one, until Khal Drogo himself decided to fight. But Drogo was easily defeated by this strange man. After that, some Dothraki wanted to make him their new Khal, but he refused. He took only Daenerys Targaryen and vanished. No one has seen him in Pentos since, even after searching everywhere—he disappeared like a ghost. Before that, Illyrio was assassinated, and everyone suspects it was the work of this man."
Robert narrowed his eyes, his demeanor turning serious. "A man? You said he looked like Ned's son? Describe him," he demanded of Varys, but it was Jorah who spoke.
Jorah hesitated before answering, glancing at Lord Stark. "He resembled Lord Stark," he admitted, looking at Ned before continuing. "But his eyes were purple, a shade I've never seen before, and he appeared to be in his twenties. He was young but extremely strong and skilled. I've never seen anyone wield a sword like that. He toyed with Khal Drogo, the greatest warrior of the Dothraki desert."
The room fell into complete silence after those words. Robert cast a suspicious look at Ned.
"This is suspicious, Ned. But at the same time, it's impossible. Jon Snow was in Winterfell just a few days apart, wasn't he?" Robert asked, his voice laden with doubt.
"One day later, Your Majesty," Varys said. "That is the time indicated by the reports between the wedding and Jon Snow's appearance in Winterfell. It should have been impossible, given that the distance between those locations is approximately 2,500 kilometers."
Varys explained as the murmurs among the gathered nobles grew louder. He continued, paying close attention to the details: "But there is also a report that makes this situation even stranger. It comes from the Night's Watch..."
"It's true, Ned. This is very strange," Robert said, interrupting. "A man with black hair, tall, with purple eyes, appeared beyond the Wall. He single-handedly defeated an entire group of the Night's Watch using some kind of sorcery while questioning them about Westeros and its houses." This was detailed in a letter they had received upon leaving Winterfell, sent by the Lord Commander of the Night's Watch, father of Jorah, detailing everything his men had witnessed that strange man do.
The room fell silent as the doubt grew among everyone. Even Viserys was no longer the center of attention.
"My king, I don't believe this is possible. Magic doesn't exist!" Pycelle muttered, trembling slightly as he addressed the king.
"Still, there are reports of this man in three different places within a timeframe that shouldn't be possible. Curious..." Renly Baratheon remarked.
Varys spoke again. "The reports from the Night's Watch, although delayed in arriving, indicate that the incident occurred a few days prior—or possibly even on the same day—that the strange man appeared in Winterfell."
He paused before continuing. "They identified this man as resembling Jon Snow… The same appearance, the same height, and those purple eyes. But beyond the Wall, he used what they described as sorcery, while in Winterfell, he displayed exceptional swordsmanship. The same man seemingly exhibiting different traits..."
He paused again. "Frankly, Your Majesty, I don't know exactly what we are dealing with here."
"Damn it, Ned!" Robert muttered, growing increasingly frustrated. "Could it really be him? What the hell has your bastard become? And where has he been all this time?"
Meanwhile, whispers spread throughout the court. Nobles glanced at Eddard Stark with suspicion, murmuring among themselves about the mystery surrounding Jon Snow.
"I don't know, Robert," Ned replied cautiously. "But this is very hard to believe—that Jon could be in multiple places at the same time..." He shook his head, struggling to make sense of the events, just like everyone else.
"I want this information sent to all the houses of the Seven Kingdoms and to all the Free Cities of Essos as well. Any sightings of the described man—I want to know immediately. We need to understand what is happening here!" Robert thundered, his voice echoing through the hall.
After giving his command, Robert turned back to Viserys. "Now, take him to a cell. He will be executed tomorrow! This lunatic isn't even fit for the Night's Watch—he's instinctual, just like the rest of his family!"
"And the girl? She's even more dangerous if she can bear children!" Cersei interjected.
"I know, woman, but first we need to find out who it is that took her!" he replied, though no answer was forthcoming.
With that, Viserys was seized by the guards. Dazed from the earlier blows, he was dragged away, while the murmurs in the room persisted. The focus had shifted from the last member of the Targaryen dynasty to the growing mystery of Jon Snow and whether it was truly him appearing in multiple, impossible locations.
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Chapter 77 - Knowing King's Landing.
Chapter 82 - The Fall of Robert Baratheon.
Chapter 92 - The trial of Lord Stark 02.
Chapter 101 - Destroying the Clegane's Keep.
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