Sansa and Myrcella couldn't believe how wrong things had gone. Their perfect little plot had failed, and now King Robert was taken hostage by the pretender Targaryen prince. They didn't even know if the king was alive or not, as Ser Barristan ordered the ship to return to King's Landing right away.
Close to King's Landing, Sansa and Myrcella began to panic. While Sansa was still supposed to return to Winterfell, it was Myrcella who had no clue what Stannis would do to her. Would she be discarded like a bastard born, or would Robert's desire to let her live in the Red Keep be respected?
She feared for Tommen, too.
However, instead of clearing her mind, the incident only made Robert's existence carve a larger place in her heart than before. It was no longer a matter of pleasure but her very existence. No longer could she imagine a life where Robert wasn't there to allow her the luxury she'd lived in her whole life.
"He's not that easy to kill," Myrcella commented, standing on the top deck and looking at King's Landing in the distance. "I read about his battles. I read about what he did in the North. I'm sure he's alive and well, Sansa."
Sullen, Sansa just stood there in silence. She'd slept with the King as she'd planned, and nothing had changed. Instead, the King hated her now. She felt dumb, almost self-loathing. It was a flawed plan from the beginning, she felt. What the hell was she even thinking?
"The North has nothing he wants, nothing that would make me a worthy queen," Sansa murmured, her voice heavy with resignation. "I'll go back to Winterfell, Myrcella."
Myrcella wanted to console her, but she had no plans, no tricks, and no ideas anymore. She was in a difficult spot herself.
"Forgive me, Sansa."
"You didn't force me. I chose this," Sansa said, her voice quieter, steadier—different. "The King was kind to me, and… what happened on the ship will stay between us."
"Of course!" Myrcella agreed. "It's our secret."
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Ser Barristan didn't join Sansa and Myrcella.
He couldn't bring himself to simply give up on Robert and return home. It was against his oath, and his duty demanded something else. Unless he saw the King's dead body, he decided to believe the man was still alive.
The best thing about the Golden Company was that they wore shiny armor. Following their tracks was easy, and he journeyed the same river that Robert had done before.
It was hard to pinpoint the location, however, but after asking around, he learned about the location of the Golden Company's main camp. He followed the known route and eventually arrived at the camp a little away from the town of Selhorys.
"W-What happened here?"
When he arrived at the Company's main camp, he stood frozen in shock. The men had fear in their eyes and looked battered. They were amidst packing from the looks of it, silence permeated the camp.
Ser Barristan walked inside and found multiple wide patches of ground soaked in blood. So much blood that the dirt had turned into bloody mud.
"You!" He tried to call out to the nearest man since the entire camp lacked order. Everyone was doing their own thing randomly. "What happened here?"
"Here?" The man, young and covered in light armor, glanced at the red, muddy ground and stumbled back. "D-Demon… That demon killed everyone!"
"Who killed everyone?"
"The hostage! T-The King of Westeros. He killed our men for three nights." The man's face turned horrid as if remembering the carnage. "B-Blood everywhere. He swung, and we fell… thousands… G-Go away before he returns. Go away!"
Ser Barristan didn't know whether to feel proud or scared. King Robert did all that? Ruining the mightiest sellsword company known to the world?
"Where is your commander?" Ser Barristan asked.
"Dead! All are dead. Commander, the vice commander, the Young Griff… all dead. We're leaving, you should too. This place is cursed! I'm done fighting."
What did His Grace do to them? He has no spine left.
"Where did the King go?"
"I-I don't know. H-He wanted to have the head of Young Griff stuffed. Volantis maybe. We're going the opposite direction, towards Braavos," the young sellsword replied and finally ran away.
Ser Barristan walked around and spoke with a few more men to form a general idea of what actually happened. It was hard as most were too scared, and others had no clue because they were lucky enough to be away from the central fighting area.
A few hours later, he left the camp and headed to the nearest town. He now had a general idea of what had transpired. Somehow, King Robert had grown inhumanly stronger, more than he already was, and simply killed his way to victory.
It was hard to imagine, but something told him that it was possible with Robert.
With that man, everything is possible.
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Days later, a common merchant ship docked at Meereen.
"HAH! 'Bout damn time I got some proper dirt 'neath me boots!" Robert bellowed, every single word from his mouth coming crass and unrestrained. That was the personality he'd adopted for his next adventure. "C'mon, Jack, find me a good hole to scrap in!"
Robert, standing at six foot six of pure bullish muscle, was easily the odd one out, no matter how large the crowd around him was. But he'd altered his looks a little. He'd ditched the beard he'd cherished for decades, now clean-shaven, his jawbone visible, and especially a small scar on the left side that he didn't even know existed. He'd dyed his hair auburn too, and his clothes were simple breeches, a sleeveless tunic that revealed his mighty muscled arms, thick enough to be a common man's leg, and boots with cloth wrapped around his ankles till the knees, for quick mobility.
He wanted to appear as different from Robert as possible, so he didn't try to find a warhammer. No, he got himself a greatsword in Volantis, and the sword itself was almost six feet long, a weapon of pure menace.
He'd even changed his speech to seem as different from a King as possible.
Of course, Jaqen was now called Jack. As for the white-haired, ex-whore Rhaea, she retained her name, personality, and beauty. Heck, she was a little too beautiful. Robert had to kill five men over the course of his journey to Meereen as they tried to force themselves on the woman.
The good thing about being on a ship was that anyone he killed became fish food.
"The greatest of the pits, the Great Pit of Daznak," Jaqen said, guiding Robert and Rhaea through the press of merchants and slave porters. "A man shall place your name among the fighters. Only those of proven skill are chosen, yet your size may open doors where records do not."
"Bah! Suits me just fine," Robert blurted and kept Rhaea in front of him, behind Jaqen. Her swaying hips gained a lot of attention. "After today's scrap, tell 'em to throw everything they got at me. Let 'em try an' gut me in the arena—dozen men, hundred men, lions, godsdamned dragons if they fancy! I'll carve my name in their skulls, one broken bone at a time."
Rhaea had no clue who or what Robert was, and just hearing his suicidal plans made her worried. "Ned, please be careful. People of Meereen can't be trusted."
"Aye, I know that, lass. Who the hell said anything about trustin' 'em? I'll be rippin' 'em to pieces if they don't fall in line sooner or later!" Robert boasted and eyed the city before him. It was formidable, larger than King's Landing by a great margin. The walls he crossed through were thick and high, studded with bastions and anchored by defensive towers at every angle.
Then there were the massive stepped pyramids. The greatest of them, the Great Pyramid, a sight to behold. It truly looked like a wonder of the world, taller than even the Wall back in the North.
As for the people of the city, he heard a bastardized form of High Valyrian. Though the colorful tokar-wearing men confused him. He knew they were nobles, but what difference the color of their clothes made eluded him.
Not that he cared.
Soon enough, they arrived at the massive fighting pit. By the loud roars coming from the arena, it seemed a fight was already taking place.
"Get me in," Robert demanded.
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