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Amelia Stormborn

"I will do what Queens do. I will rule."

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a character in “Crowns, Empires & Swords”, as played by TvAddict13

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Name
Amelia Stormborn

Age
Eighteen

Appearance and Build
Amelia is small in stature only reaching a height of 5'3, making her no stranger to people towering above her. A petite woman with a slim build and curvaceous frame Amelia has the hourglass figure of a woman. Her silver hair is a trademark of her Stormborn heritage. It flows in soft waves down pass her shoulders stopping at her small waist. She has fair soft skin and gleaming green eyes that are striking to see when the light hits her at just the right angle. Her oval shaped face hold many delicate features, from her button nose, to her full pink lips and captivating eyes. Amelia Stormborn is truly a beautiful young woman.

What/ who they are?
"I am Amelia Stormborn, Queen of the North Pacific and East Siberian Kingdoms, Khaleesi of the Great Grass Sea, The Unburnt Mother of Dragons, Conqueror of Alevilan City and Rubil City, Breaker of Chains, Mhysa, The Silver Queen."

Where they live
The North Pacific Kingdom

Alliances & Enemies
The North Pacific Kingdom is in an alliance several kingdoms as of now and continues to not draw in enemies. It was because of King's Robert's army that Amelia was able to overthrow the usurpers that overthrew her father before she was born. The South Pacific are not just her allies but her family. During Robert's tourney Amelia gained two new allies in the South Atlantic Kingdom and the Kingdom of Tripartite. How the King of Drake will see her allying herself with the South Atlantic Kingdom concerns her but whatever happens she has made her choice.



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Amelia upbringing has been far from easy and her personality reflects the struggles she has faced. In her youth, Amelia was a meek, timid girl with little confidence or self-esteem. She knew no life other than one of exile, dependent and in constant fear of one day being found and killed. After arriving in the South Atlantic Kingdom and being taken in by a family that truly cared for her she began to grow and open herself up to others.

Amelia is a charismatic leader, who grew into her confidence. For a long time, she was reserved and introverted. It is because of love, understanding and encouragement of the family that raised her as one of their own that Amelia grew from the shy girl she once was to the young woman she is today. Amelia is extremely sensitive to what other people are thinking and feeling. She craves harmony and peace, and empathizes strongly with suffering. As a young child she followed Ser Jorah Mormont, and internalized the values and feelings of those she came into contact with. When she began riding with the Dothraki, she assimilated their values as well, creating a more complex identity and worldview. She picks up on subtlety and subtext, and knows when her friends and followers are struggling and when they stand passionately behind her. Before she reclaimed her father's throne the thing that motivated to do so was the desire to bring peace and stability back to her kingdom, rather than a personal desire of “I deserve this”. Amelia has always and will always think, “they need me” before anything else.

Although Amelia always has a plan up her sleeve, she rarely tells people of them. She does not need to talk her ideas out with others in order to organize them, instead preferring to meditate on her sense of logic and order alone. Finding a logical order to her philosophies and actions is less important to Amelia than her drive to make the world around her at peace, but it is still an important function in her decision-making process.

She is future driven, always looking to long-term goals and how her choices will help or hurt her plans. She looks for contingency plans and keeps in mind how to move forward. She is primarily driven by her future plans, when she is put under stress she can get wrapped up in her immediate problems. She gets so focused on fixing and harmonizing the immediate world around her that she is observing. She transitions well from one environment to another, and rarely reflects back on the past. She cares about where she is going, where she is the past is something she can never change so she chooses not to dwell on it.

Although tirelessly ambitious, Amelia is not driven by a sense of deserving or the craving of the personal power of being a leader. Amelia does what she does on principal and because she feels that it is her responsibility and duty to protect and care for her people. She has a strong sense of purpose and destiny to her kindness opposed to strictly being compassionate. Amelia is polite and well-spoken, but filled with quiet determination. She is somewhat naive of the world due to being young and living her life as an exile (with only her guard to rely on for knowledge of the world), but she is intelligent and quick to understand now that she is free to pursue her own path.

It is said that the Stormborn kings tended to be either madmen or brilliant rulers, and Amelia seems to have inherited a natural gift for leadership as her birthright. Her followers generally regard her with great respect and love, and she is often compared to her deceased brother Rhaegar, a similarly charismatic leader who was known for his skill, determination, scholarly mind and strong sense of justice. Her primary weakness as a ruler is her youth and relative inexperience; however, she has a keen intellect and learns quickly from her mistakes.

She has emerged from the hardships of her life as a strong, confident, courageous woman. Nevertheless, she has not forgotten what it was like to be one without power, and her experiences have left her with a compassion that is unusual for those of her high stature. She is determined to bring justice through her reign, and has made ending slavery a particular priority. Despite her strong moral compass, however, she is capable of dealing ruthlessly with her enemies


Skills

~ Archery. She is skilled in archery and excels at mounted archery.

~ Weaponry. She is skilled with a short bow, long bow and a longsword.

~ Princess Matters. Sewing, Dancing, Musical Instruments, ect.

~ Being strong. Amelia isn't all that physically strong, but she is able to have strength in the face of great despair or troubled times.

~ Adaptation. She is able to learn quickly and adapt to new situations with ease.

~ Captivation. Amelia has a presence that not many can match. From her beauty alone, to the words she speaks, she can easily hold the attention of others.

~ Resistant. Amelia is the blood of the dragon and fire can not kill/ harm a dragon. She is resistant to heat/fire.

~ Dragon Dreams. Affect those with the blood of the dragon, who are known to have premonition-like dream ability - they are no ordinary dreams. They often involve dragons but not always.

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Before Amelia was even born her life was in danger of ending before it started. Two Kings of neighboring cities to the kingdom had joined forces and wage war against her father. Her father had had no real allies to speak of who would help the North Pacific in its time of need, and the combined powers were a force her father wasn't prepared nor equipped to handle alone. He had done what he could to defend his home but in the end he was no match for his enemies. Amelia was conceived during the last month of the war that would ultimately ended her family's reign over the North Pacific Kingdom. On the fateful night on which her father was slain her oldest brother Rhaegar was fell defending the castle and her father was slain in the throne room.

If it wasn't for Ser Jorah Mormont a knight of her father's Kingsguard, that night the entire Stormborn family would have been butchered. However, because of this man Amelia's mother Queen Rhaella and her brother Viserys made it out of the castle alive. The heavily pregnant queen and the young prince along with their faithful knight had managed to evaded death. Even though they had eluded their own demise they had lost not only their kingdom but a beloved King and Prince. Jorah smuggled what remained of the royal family away and took them to Indian Kingdom where part of his family lived. It was there that Amelia the only daughter and youngest child of King Aerys II Stormborn and Queen Rhaella was born. She was named after the first Amelia in her family and was most like named by her mother. Her mother died in labor. This left just her and Viserys as the only living Stormborn heirs.

Jorah family had attempted to turn over to the royal siblings in exchange for money, but before they could act on this plan, Ser Jorah Mormont and several other loyalist rescued the children and sailed them across the African Ocean to the South Atlantic Kingdom, where they lived in hiding for years. The Stormborn loyalists in the South Atlantic who raised the two children considered Viserys the rightful ruler of the North Pacific Kindom despite the family's defeat and exile, as did Viserys himself. He regarded it as his duty to revenge himself on the usurpers who murdered his family and reclaim the birthright that had been stolen from him when he was only a child. In the years that followed, Viserys wandered the South Atlantic with Amelia, trying to raise support to retake the throne, which earned him the mocking title of "The Beggar King."

As a result of this long humiliation, Viserys grew bitter and obsessed with his long-denied birthright. Amelia was the only convenient target for his frustration, and over time he even came to blame her for their mother's death. He took pride in his lack of control of his own temper, regarding it as proof that he was a true heir of the Stormborn kings; he regularly warned Amelia not to "wake the dragon" by angering him. She was bright enough to realize that most of Viserys' plans for retaking the North Pacific were unrealistic, and as she had no memory of the kingdom herself, his dream meant little to her; instead she longed to find a place she could call home. With no family other than the abusive Viserys and no expectation of ever escaping his control, Dany grew into a fearful and docile young woman.

Viserys and Amelia eventually found the help they sought in St.Helena City of the South Atlantic Kingdom, in the form of a rich and powerful family, who invited them to stay in their mansion and offered Viserys help in reclaiming the throne he felt was his by birthright. It was with this family that for the first time in her life Amelia felt like she actually had a home. The nobles who took them in had an older son named Jon who Jorah said was the age her brother Rhaegar would be if he had still been alive. Amelia grew close to the young man and the two formed a strong bond. He protected Amelia from Viserys rages when he could and the two became inseparable. One day while out in the forest they came across a dead dire wolf and her pups. Of all the pups one had stood out to Amelia. The runt of the litter an albino pup with red eyes. Jon collected all the pups and took them home and just like the family had done with Stormborn children they took the pups in raising them.

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While Amelia began attached to all the dire wolf pups the one she had named Ghost was the one she had a special bond with. Ghost, who was the smallest of his pack, eventually grew to be larger of his littermates. Silent, sullen and watchful, Ghost became not only Amelia's companion but also her protector. Never leaving her side Ghost and Amelia had become inseparable just as Amelia and Jon. Ghost proved his loyalty to Amelia the day assassins broke into the mansion in attempt to kill the Stormborn children. Word had reached the rulers who had overthrown her father that the true heirs of the throne were still alive. In fear of the rightful rulers retaking the throne they had put a bounty out on both Viserys and Amelia heads. Viserys was killed during the assassination but because of Ghost Amelia survived. It was clear that Amelia was nor longer safe in the South Atlantic Kingdom. The next day she gifted with a horse by the people who had become her family and Jon had told her to take Ghost as well. She and her dire wolf along with Ser Jorah Mormont fled the kingdom.

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The nomadic life she lived as a child became her life once again moving across the lands never staying in any one place for a long period of time. While Viserys was cruel he was the only real family she had ever known and the lost of him stirred sadness as well as a fire within her. The death of the only brother she had ever known filled her with anger she had never felt before. The only thing her brother had ever wanted was to reclaim what had been stolen from their family and Amelia was going to do this for her fallen brother. She would retake the throne and restore her family's name and kingdom.





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IA little over a year later Amelia found herself in the East Siberian Kingdom. Even after fifteen years living in exile there were still loyalist devoted to the Stormborn name. The name that Amelia now stood the only living descendant of. She and Ser Jorah along with their horses and Ghost stayed in a small city within the kingdom for several months until a Dothraki khalasar raided the city. To stop the khalasar from destroying the city the lord of the city gave her to the khal as a gift. Drogo was the Khal or warlord of the Dothraki Khalasar, the famed nomadic horse-lord of the eastern continent beyond the Great Asian Ocean. Drogo was consider young to be Khal with a khalasar, especially such a large one with his numbering 40,000 riders. He was a legendary warrior and had never been defeated in battle. The thing that Drogo desired the most was the most beautiful and exotic woman in the world. He wanted this woman to be his khaleesi or wife and in Amelia he saw the woman he wanted that to be.

Amelia didn't want to be his wife but her options were limited and it was either be his wife or his whore. At least in being his wife she gained position among the khalasar and 40,000 deadly horse-mounted warriors. Which seeing as she had no army and would need an army to retake her throne would be useful. Getting married was something she known she'd have to do when she became Queen she just never expected her marriage to be to someone like Khal Drogo. The Dothraki culture was a culture shock to Amelia. Her wedding alone was something completely unexpected and so unlike her the culture of the North Pacific. At the wedding she giving gifts by many, mostly out of fear of what Khal Drogo would do if they didn't supply a gift. The Lord of the city who gave Amelia to Drogo also brought a gift. He gifted her with three petrified dragon eggs that time had turned to stone.

They were the most beautiful things she had ever seen, each different than the others, patterned in such rich colors that at first she thought they were crusted with jewels, and so large it took both of her hands to hold one. The dragons were the symbol of her family and had been extinct for centuries. The people of her lineage were known to have a special affinity with the creatures. Even a Stormborn like Amelia who knew nothing really of her true heritage felt a connection with the relics of the ancient animals. The connection she felt to the stone turned eggs; caused her to develop a curiosity about the race and the possibility that there may still be living dragons.

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Life in the khalasar was difficult at first; although surrounded by people Amelia felt alone and was unaccustomed to spending her days at time riding horseback. Nevertheless, she was determined to embrace her new life. Gradually her body strengthened and she began to enjoy life among the khalasar and the sense of freedom it embodied her. Amelia seeks advice from one of her handmaidens Doreah, trained in the pleasure houses a former bedslave, on how to best please her husband. Doreah teaches Amelia how to use her sexuality to influence Drogo and win the status of an equal in his eyes. Her other handmaiden Irri teaches Amelia to speak the Dothraki language. Ser Jorah once her protector becomes also an advisor to the new khaleesi being the person she entrusts the most. She begins to assert herself more and more. She loses her fear of both of the Dothraki, becoming a strong and confident woman who little resembles the timid girl so once was when her brother was still among the living. Ameila grows more confident and begins issues commands to the khalasar. Her growing courage pleases Drogo, and they developed a loving relationship.

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Despite loving her life as a khaleesi Amelia had not forgotten about her crown still awaiting her in her kingdom. As the relationship between her and Drogo strengthened she began trying to persuade him to use their men to take back what was rightfully hers. Drogo however, was not easily convinced and every time she brought up the subject he'd shoot down the idea saying "A King does not a chair to sit upon. He only needs a horse." This frustrated her to no end but there was really nothing so could do. Fortunately for her she had not been forgot by the those who had wronged her before she was even born and they still wanted her dead. When an assassin failed in attempt to poison the sixteen year old khaleesi with wine Khal Drogo became enraged. That night he vowed to her in front of the khalasar that he would take back the throne for his khalessi and kill all who stood in his way.

This was the plan and for the first time her dream of reclaiming her father's throne seemed possible. Until Khal Drogo was taken from her just as her family was. Drogo had started war against the North Pacific and in war there are many battles. Amelia knew that bloodshed was apart of war and was fine with that. What she wasn't okay with was how after ever victory her bloodriders would rape the women of the village or city they'd just sacked. The sight disturbed Amelia and once she had finally had enough of the treatment being given to the defeated she gave orders to stop every rape she saw, claiming the victims as her personal slaves and taking them under her protection. The Dothraki filled with angered directed at their khaleesi for denying them their traditional right to rape captives, but Amelia did not budge holding her ground, prompting Jorah to comment that she reminded him of Rhaegar. Khal Drogo, delighted by his wife's boldness, supported her decision.

One of the bloodriders, Mago, objects and challenges Drogo to combat. Drogo slays him easily, but sustains a chest wound in the quick fight. A priestess, Mirri Maz Duur, offers to treat him, and although the khalasar reviled the woman as a maegi, Amelia feels that she could trust her, as Mirri was one of the women she had rescued. Drogo allowed the priestess to treat him but the wound festers, making him too weak to ride. In the Dothraki culture a Khal who cannot ride cannot lead. Jorah explained to Dany that her position as khaleesi is entirely dependent on Drogo, and without him, she was likely to be killed. Desperate, she begs Mirri Maz Duur to save her husband, ignoring the possible consequences of blood magic. The maegi agrees to preform blood magic on Drogo but in the end her husband is left in a vegetable state. Mirri Maz Duur reveals that this was the true price of the blood magic, and that she felt no gratitude toward Amelia, who had "rescued" her only after she had been raped multiple times and seen her community destroyed.

The man Amelia had once known was now gone and she could not let him live out the rest of his days as a shell of his former self. She euthanizes Drogo and is abandoned by most of the khalasar, which break into rival war-bands. Jorah urges her to flee with him, while the men of left of the khalasar offer to escort her to Vaes Dothrak to take her place as a former khaleesi among the dosh khaleen. Amelia, however, decides to finally take control of her destiny. She orders Mirri Maz Duur bound to Drogo's funeral pyre and places the three dragon eggs around his corpse, then announces to the remaining followers that she is freeing those who were enslaved, and will lead them all to glory if they chose to follow her. She offers to Aggo, Jhogo and Rakharo the traditional gifts of a khal to his bloodriders; each refuse, saying that to serve as bloodrider to a woman would shame them, but Amelia ignores their objections. Ser Jorah accepts her offer, and she names him the first of her Queensguard.

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When the funeral pyre is lit Amelia walks unflinchingly into the flames. The resulting magic restores life to the eggs, from which three dragons hatch, the first known for centuries. Daenerys emerges from the fire unharmed. Drogo's former khalasar, now hers more surely than they had ever been Drogo's, kneels in awe. Aggo, Jhogo and Rakharo willingly swear themselves as her bloodriders, and Daenerys becomes the first female Dothraki war-leader, a khaleesi in her own right.




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[i]In the wake of Drogo's death hard times fell upon Amelia and those who remained by her side. When Drogo was alive her khalasar was one of the largest in all the lands, if not the largest. The majority of the khaslasar deserted her after the death of her Khal and what remained were a couple dozen warriors and mostly woman and their children. Amelia leads her diminished khalasar across the land, in hopes of receiving shelter she returns to city that housed her before giving her away to Drogo. She tries to feed her newborn dragons along the way, but they refuse the raw meat she offers. Although dragons have no fixed gender differentiation she regards the dragons as her boys and names them after her late husband and fallen brothers.

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Amelia leads her people back to the city and when she gets there is disappointed at the cool reception she receives. The lord that once ruled over the city she finds has since died and the new ruling council denies her entry. The new ruling council, the Thirteen, refuses to let her in unless she shows them her dragons, which she refuses to do. She threatens the new rulers but they are not phased by her threats. Just when it seems she will be turned away, the Qartheen dignitary Xaro Xhoan Daxos vouches for her and her people. With his voucher for the Mother of Dragons her and her people are allowed to enter the newly renamed city of Qarth.

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Amelia and her surviving people are made guests in Xaro's lavish home. There she begins to teach her dragons to cook and eat their own meat, and slowly they begin to breathe fire on command. Their host holds a reception in Amelia's honor and she is introduced to Pyat Pree of the Warlocks of Qarth. He demonstrates his magic by replicating himself and invites her to visit his order at the House of the Undying. Towards the days end Xaro shows Amelia the Valyrian steel vault that guards his fortune and offers to fund her war against the North Pacific Kingdom in exchange for her hand in marriage. She is eager to seize the opportunity but when she seeks Ser Jorah's counsels he advises Amelia against entering Xaro's debt. Although she knows denying Xaro's offer puts her on the harder path she takes Jorah's council to heart and denies the proposal.

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Amelia unsuccessfully appeals to the merchant nobles of Qarth to aid her in her quest to reclaim the throne. After the unproductive meeting she returned to Xaro's home to find that it has been attacked; most of her men had been brutally murdered, Irri was dead, and the dragons were missing. Xaro hosts a council meeting with the Thirteen so Amelia can ask for their help. During the meeting Pyat Pree reveals that he was responsible for the dragon-napping and Xaro announces his intention to seize control of the city. The warlock uses his magic to murder the rest of the Thirteen. He repeats his invitation to Amelia, telling her that her children are at the House of the Undying. Amelia flees while Jorah and her bloodriders attempted and failed to kill the warlock.

They take refuge in a disused courtyard and Amelia convinces Jorah to accompany her to the House of the Undying to reclaim her dragons despite being certain that it is a trap. On their arrival Amelia is separated from her guards by the warlock's magic. She is confronted by a series of visions, one of her awaiting throne and another of her lost Drogo. She has an emotional conversation with Drogo, but ultimately realizes that it is an illusion. Having overcome the temptation she finds herself held captive by Pyat Pree. He tells her that he plans to keep her with her dragons because she increases they're power and they increase his power. She tells gives her dragons the command to breathe fire and together the three young dragons roast the warlock alive and are able to escape the House of the Undying. Returning to Xaro's home she confronts him for his treachery and as payment for his betrayal, Amelia takes him to his vault, which proves to be empty. Enraged she locks the man inside the vault to die of starvation. With no money in the vault she salvages the man's valuables and possessions.

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Shortly after the business in Qarth Amelia learnt that she still had family ties in the world. The blood of the dragon did not run through their reins as it did hers but true dragons or not they would be all she had in the world if this proved to true. According to Ser Jorah he had once heard that her ancestor Aegon Stormborn had a half bastard brother. This brother being a bastard in the world would have never been able to sit upon the throne and knew this much. Wanting a kingdom of his own he had left the North Pacific and while the details weren't clear he had managed to rule in the South Pacific. This meant that King Robert Baratheon was in someway blood of her blood and he was the only chance she had left of reclaiming her kingdom.

Dany was excited and hopeful that this king of the south could be just what she need to help her reclaim the North Pacific, a home at last, but she worried what would become of Qarth if she decided to leave. All members of the Thirteen were dead which left no one to reside over and protect the people of Qarth. Amelia had a choice at that moment. She could either use the possessions she had taken Xaro and buy her ship and leave the city to it's own dismay. Or stay in the city and rule it as if it was the kingdom she would one day take reclaim. She worries over it and the people and in the end decides the people and the city are worth more than her personal wants. This is what makes her decide to stay in Qarth and rule over it's people as their Queen.

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Months passed until she felt secure enough to leave the city and journey to the south. Her khalasar who feared the "poison water" she allowed to stay in Qarth to protect the city as she left to plead to king across the world for his help. With her dragons and Ser Jorah in toe she ship sailed across the three great oceans to reach the South Pacific Kingdom. The journey had been long but it in that amount of time Amelias' dragons had grown a considerable amount. They still weren't large enough to be used as weapons of war to invade the North Pacific, but were now capable of hunting for themselves. Now at the age of seventeen Amelia had been through a lot and had changed immensely nor longer the meek young child she was when Viserys was still alive. She was stronger, wiser and more determined than ever. She meet with King Robert and appealed for his aid calling upon the ancient blood they both shared through the Baratheon's ancestor Durren and the Stormborn ancestor of Aegon. Amelia told the king of her plight and what she had gone through in the fight to reclaim her throne. She told of her father and eldest brother who died trying to defend their home, her mother who died bringing her into the world, her life as an exile, her marriage to the Dothraki Horse Lord, his death, the birth of her dragons and how she fought to get them back when they had been stole from her. She told the King of all she had been through and in the end he agreed to help her take back her throne.

He amassed his vast army to lend their strength to hers. The people of the South Pacific had fallen in love with the dragon queen almost instantly and she loved them back as if they were her own people. Her tale of exile, hardship and strength touched their hearts and they sang for her victories in her home land. United as one, the true ruler of the North Pacific, she led her forces home with the Black Stag of Baratheon supporting her. Amelia led the charge against the Usurpers following the men into battle as her children rained fire down from above. Despite being outnumbered the Black Stags were skilled and powerful and with her dragons and khalasar, destroyed all in their wake.

As she lead the men inland they were met by a massive unified host of some ninety thousand strong in a rolling field of wheat. In what later would be known as the Field of Fire, Amelia unleashed the full power of her three dragons and they burnt her enemies to ash. On that day Amelia took back what was hers with "Fire and Blood" as was the only way of the dragon. It is said near sixty thousand men that day died while Amelia herself, suffered zero casualties. This battle alone is what marked the end of the Usurper's rule in her kingdom.

By day's end the battle that Amelia had longed for was over and she stood victorious. The combined might of Amelia's forces, her dragons, and the Baratheon Host marched on the capitol. They arrived to find open gates and a city in surrender. The high lords feared sharing the same fate as those on the field of fire and wisely bent the knee to accept the Queen's Justice. As her dragons took to the skies over the capitol city of the North Pacific Kingdom Amelia Stormborn, Rightful Queen of the North Pacific Kingdom, Khaleesi of the Great Grass Sea, The Unburnt, Mother of Dragons, The Silver Queen finally sat upon the throne her father had sat upon before her birth. The victory she had long sought was finally hers and her reign had only just begun. This marked not only the return of a Stormborn to power but the start of a great friendship with the South Pacific who are as of now the North Pacific's strongest allies.

So begins...

Amelia Stormborn's Story

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Two weeks and three oceans later the Queen of the North Pacific Kingdom had finally docked in the South Pacific Kingdom. The journey had been long but not unfamiliar to the Silver Queen. She'd had not been back in the South Pacific since gaining King Robert's support a little over a year old to take back the North Pacific from the Usurpers who had overthrown and slain her father. Since reclaiming the throne Amelia had been consumed with the duties of a newly appointed Queen. When word reached her of Robert's tourney she at first wasn't going to attend but Jorah Mormont had convinced her otherwise. It was only because of King Robert and his men that she had gotten her kingdom back so supporting his tourney was the least she could do. Plus, even busy Queens could use a day a leisure here and there.

Amelia and her host of men had been riding for several hours when finally the grand city came into view from atop the final hill. Just the sight of Kings Landing filled Amelia with bliss. Although she loved her kingdom the People of the South Pacific Kingdom held a special place in her heart. When she had come to Kings Landing with the tales of the hardships she had faced the King wasn't the only one to feel for the damsel. The People of the South Pacific had shown Amelia much love during one of her darkest of times and when they sang for her victories it filled her with a hope that she needed at the time.

"You have missed this place haven't you?" Ser Jorah Mormont asked from his place beside the Queen.

Amelia nodded with a smile of pure happiest "I have."

From her place on top of the hill she saw many men and several banners that represented those who came from near and far. Although none had come from as far as the Silver Queen herself. Squeezing both her legs against Silver's side she got the horse moving again. Riding horseback always reminded her of her times living among the khalasar when her beloved Drogo was still of this world. She missed those times dearly and missed her sun and stars most of all.

Amelia's host moved at a steady pace that allowed the Unsullied warriors who didn't ride horses to keep in toe. Entering the capital city the Stormborn cluster traveled throughout the city. The went cross and down many streets and roads. Rounding the large white marble plaza that was the Great Sept of Baelor they'd finally arrived at the Red Keep. Dismounting Silver Amelia looked upon the marvelous sight of the Red Keep. She was glad she had come back.

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Awaiting the King's word Amelia waited outside the castle with her men. She knew it wouldn't be long before the young squire returned with word from King Robert summoning her presence before him. Kneeling down beside the large white dire wolf she ran her dainty hands through Ghost's thick all white pelt showing the wolf affection. The young wolf stood at exactly five feet on all fours making him only three inches shorter than Amelia herself and was still growing. Ghost had been by her side since he was a pup and hadn't abandoned it yet. Ghost being as extremely protective of Amelia as he was had his keen eye on all who passed them by. Canny enough to recognise friend from foe Amelia trusted the wolf with her life and had taken to going off of its judgement when it came to people.

As the stablehands arrived to take the horses to the stables Amelia sensed the hesitation of her khalasar. Horses in Dothraki culture were everything. It was their deity, a means of transportation, a source of food, power and wealthy. Most Dothraki wouldn't even cross an ocean because they distrusted the "poison water" that horses wouldn't drink. Amelia knew her men and knew that they would not allow their horses to taken from them so she asked if her men could untack and care for their own horses. Of course not going to argue with the Silver Queen the stablehands agreed and the special carrier crates that held the dragons were unloaded the Dothraki and their horses were led away to the stables. To make sure her men behaved themselves she sent Doreah and Ser Barristan Selmy to watch them and keep them in check for her.

Only a few minutes had passed after that that the young squire returned looking like he'd just finished running uphill. He looked to only be a few years younger than the Queen herself and was noticeably winded. He took a few moments to regain his composure before straightening up. When he was ready he straighten up and spoke to the Queen of the North while avoiding eye contact.

"Y-Your Grace, K-King Rob-bert ..."

Amelia stopped him short placing a reassuring hand on his shoulder. As he spoke he had avoided making eye contact with the Queen of the North and his stuttering was pitiful.

"Take a moment. Relax and breathe."

The squire did as instructed by the Queen. Closing his eyes he took several long and deepening breathes. Amelia could feel his body ease under her touch and had a soft smile upon her face when he reopened his eyes.

Removing her hand she spoke encouragingly, "Now start again."

"Y-Your Grace, King Robert request yo-ur presents."

Although it wasn't prefect he had done a lot better than he had the first time so Amelia just nods as the squire leads the way into the castle. Jorah, Ghost and the Unsullied with men carrying the dragons carriers follow their Queen as she heads into the castle. Ascending up the stairs the walk across the long marble halls until they reach the throne room. The squire pushed open the heavy double doors and Amelia walked through and couldn't help but smile seeing the familiar faces of the Baratheon men in front of her.

The Silver Queen wore a beautiful red and blue gown that hugged her figure perfectly. Her hair cascaded down to the small of her back and soft waves. Curtsying in respect to the King and his relatives she rose slowly.

"Your Grace. It is an honor to be in your presence."

Looking at the father and son duo who stood on either side of the royal King she smiled, "Milords, it is a pleasure to see you both again. It's been awhile."

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"Honor is it? I'm a fat old, man Amelia. And my brother here is an ugly, stone faced gargoyle. Why if it wasn't for my nephew what with that chiseled jaw of his and all them muscles to improve the scenery for you I'd fear we'd insult you."

Robert said, his deep voice rolling through the hall and echoing off the high walls. Orys couldn't help but allow a smile to touch his lips as his father shook his head with a sigh. Robert only chuckled the deep hearty chuckle of his as he got to his feet and descended the throne. Ever since Amelia's visit she'd always held a special place in the kings heart. She saved him once though she probably didn't know it. Her arrival was fortuitous for the King as much as it was for her.

Eddard Stark was Warden of the South and Robert's closest boyhood friend. At the time he was Robert's Hand but years of infighting with the queen had left him tired and frustrated. He felt, and not unjustly, that the Queen was corrupting the small council as well as several other royal offices with her influence either through bribery or intimidation. The honorable Eddard Stark tried as he might to fight back the tide of royal misconduct but to no avail. While noble and good intentioned Ned Stark could not play the game. Too honor bound to lie, to noble to cheat, Cersei danced around him for this was her game not his. When Stark could take more more he resigned his post and returned to Winterfell leaving Robert without a hand and without a friend.

Robert turned to drink to cope. Strong ales and wines coupled with a different whore or two every night he was fast descending down a self destructive road that many feared ended darkly. That was until the silver queen arrived with her noble cause and her war to wage. She reminded Robert of the blood they shared through their ancient ancestors of Aegon and his half brother Durren before telling him of her plight. Robert jumped at the opportunity to aid her. His country became enamored with this beautiful, young exiled queen and her tale of woe and of courage. Robert's banners flocked to him from all over the realm, including Eddard Stark of Winterfell. Robert had everything he'd ever wanted. He had a war to fight, a noble cause to fight it for, his best friend back at his side, his brothers along with him, his beloved nephew, no wife to hound him and a beautiful woman to marshal his war horns to.

"Come here."

He said as a father or brother or even uncle would say to daughter or sister or niece. He embraced her warmly with his big, burly arms. The tiny woman nearly vanished within the grasp of the large, rotund king. He stepped back with a smile before turning to the ever present Ser Jorah Mormont.

"Mormont, you old bear, you're not dead yet?"

He asked in greeting with a friendly smile as he shook the knights hand heartily. Turning back to Amelia he took a moment to drink in her beauty.

"God's be good girl, you'd make The Maiden herself jealous such a beauty you are. You must have those high born lads in the North Pacific clawing their eyes out for you."

Ever the prideful uncle Robert flashed a mischievous smirk before turning to look up at his nephew who was still standing to the left of the iron throne.

"Isn't she a beauty Orys?"

Orys smiled knowingly and nodded. He was no fool. His uncle would no doubt die of happiness should he and the queen wed. Like all young men however the prospect of being pressured into marriage abhorred him, no matter how beautiful his prospective bride was.

"As lovely as ever, Your Grace"

Came Orys' reply, his voice so alike Roberts' as it rolled out and filled the hall.

While King's greeted Queens in the throne room a former smuggler paid a visit to a former pirate. Ser Davos Seaworth took a seat on the floor before the iron bars to Robyn Sheva's cell. She looked almost like a caged animal, crazed and hungry. His heart broke for her but he could do no better for her. This was the greatest salvation he had been able to win for her. He had spoken to Lord Stannis upon his return from the trap he'd sprung on the pirates' ship a few years ago. He had been ordered to deal with whatever pirate vessel had been attacking merchants ships heading to or from King's Landing. To his dismay after the setting and springing a rather ingenious trap for the sea raiders he discovered the captain of the vessel had been an old and dear friend of his from his days in Flea Bottom. To spare her life he'd appealed to Stannis and convinced him that alive the infamous Crimson Lady would serve as a better warning to other pirates than a corpse that would rot away and be forgotten. Yet looking at her now Davos was unsure of whether or not he'd done her a kindness at all.

"How you keeping, Lass?"

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"Honor is it? I'm a fat old, man Amelia. And my brother here is an ugly, stone faced gargoyle. Why if it wasn't for my nephew what with that chiseled jaw of his and all them muscles to improve the scenery for you I'd fear we'd insult you."

Amelia suppressed the laughter that threatened to escape her body as she covered her mouth with her dainty hand. As Robert chuckled that deep hearty chuckle that he was well known for Amelia gave into her own laughter. Robert's laugh was probably the most contagious thing she had ever come into contact with and it made her happy to hear the King in such high spirits. Regaining her composure her hand fell to her side and she smiled, "The presence of Baratheon men could never be seen as an insult. At least not to me."

During the Last War Amelia had spent much time getting to know all of the Baratheon men and by the end of the war she had developed a bond with each of them. A bittersweet feeling had swam over Amelia once the victory had been won. While she couldn't have been more happy to have finally reclaimed her kingdom watching the people who had become like family to her sail away filled her with sadness. She had never known her parents or eldest brother and her life with Viserys had been a nightmare. The Baratheon line was the only connection to relatives she had and she considered them to be as much blood of her blood as she did the Dothraki.

Rising to his feet Robert descend his throne and walked to her, "Come here." More than happy to oblige with the order Amelia wrapped her arms around the King's midsection as they embraced each other. Robert's arms that were at least double the size of her own pulled her close and engulfed by his frame. Stepping apart after a moment Robert looked to Jorah who was standing dutiful near the Queen.

"Mormont, you old bear, you're not dead yet?"

Jorah chuckled shaking his head "Afraid not, Your Grace."

Amelia smiled as Robert looked back at her, "God's be good girl, you'd make The Maiden herself jealous such a beauty you are. You must have those high born lads in the North Pacific clawing their eyes out for you."

"If you'd think that than you are terribly mistaken. I am a the mother of dragons and I have a dire wolf that acts as a guard dog. The high born lads of the North are kept well at bay."

Amelia noticed the mischievous smirk claw onto the King's face as he looked to his nephew who still stood beside the throne. "Isn't she a beauty Orys?"

"As lovely as ever, Your Grace"

Amelia giggled shaking her head knowing exactly where Robert wanted things to go and he wasn't the only one who wanted the Queen to be wed. To every throne they had to be an heir and before the North Pacific could gain an heir Amelia needed to find a husband. While Amelia understood her kingdom's need of an heir she didn't want to focus on finding a husband. Her heart had not yet forgotten Drogo and in truth Amelia was wary about entrusting it to someone new. Plus, being the Mother of Dragons was not just a title to her. Her dragons were her children and they alone would be her only children until she felt otherwise.

"And you are looking as handsome as ever Orys." Amelia responded paying the man an honest compliment. "Am looking forward to this tourney tomorrow. I've been trying to convince Jorah to take part to no avail. Perhaps you men could help me persuade him."

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Robert impatiently waved his nephew and brother down from beside the throne before turning to Jorah with a disbelieving stare.

"What's this then? You don't want to ride?"

Robert seemed to scarce understand the sentiment, as if the man had been reported saying he didn't want to breathe.

"He is the Queen's sworn shield, Your Grace. His duty is by her side, not playing at war."

Stannis said dryly as he reached the landing and shook Jorah's hand.

"Ser Jorah."

He said, giving the man a firm shake and a nod though not unkindly. Robert looked at his brother with little understanding.

"Piss on that! Sworn Shield. She's as safe here as if she was in her own keep, safer."

The King protested. Orys extended his hand to Jorah shortly after his father.

"Ser Jorah, I certainly hope you reconsider. The competition has gotten a bit stale of late."

He said as he gave the man a strong grip and a friendly smile.

"If you are concerned for Her Grace's safety I assure you my uncle has the right of it. Every man in the South Pacific would raise up a sword in defense of Her Majesty should she ask it. She has no enemies here yet to err on the side of caution I'd be happy offer the best swords from our own house hold guard. She'll be as safe as if you were standing right beside her."

Orys continued, offering a resolution as he casually slipped his thumbs in his sword belt. Before Jorah could answer however the King seemed to make up his mind for him.

"Agreed, it's settled then. The Queen will have Storm's End's fiercest men at her command for the duration of the joust and Jorah will mount up."

The King's tone ended the debate then and there, the decision had been made, Robert would hear no more on the matter.

"Now Amelia, you've had a long journey and no doubt wish to settle in."

Reaching out a hand he gripped his nephew's shoulder and gave it a good squeeze.

"Orys here will escort you and yours to your chambers, I've cleared out an entire wing of the Red Keep for you and what retainers you've brought."

Turning to Stannis he slapped his brother on the shoulder and motioned for him to follow.

"Now my brother's going to help me finish sorting out this business of this tourney. Damned council has had me counting coppers all week. Come on Stannis."

With one final farewell from the King and his Lord brother they were gone leaving Orys with Ser Jorah Mormont and Queen Amelia Stormborn.

"Well, it's just this way Your Grace."

He said as he led Amelia out of the throne room and began the casual stroll to the wing in which she'd be residing during her visit to King's Landing. As they walked the congestion of the entry way had not spared the lesser corridors. Servants hurried about trying to make ready for the morrow's festivities. Orys had been in many a joust yet this one was turning out to be one of special magnificence. His mind began to wonder as to the cause of such a spectacle but decided to shelf the thought for later less he brood in front of his uncle's guest and appear rude.

"The whole city rejoices at your visit, Your Grace."

Orys said, making casual conversation as they walked.

"I heard tell that the Street of Sisters begun sewing dragon banners the moment they heard that you would be attending the King's tourney. We should no doubt get to see their hard work tomorrow at the joust as Ser Jorah takes the field."

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Few people in Drake City loved the Sea. The Sea was treacherous, chaotic, and cruel, serving the whims of the fickle sister of Kiel, Calypso, goddess of the Sea and the most feared deity in that people's pantheon besides Mandos, Lord of the Dead. It was natural for the Drake people to fear the Sea. They were people of earth and fire, born on the rich soil of an ancient dragon graveyard. Yet, there were some among that people who braved the Sea as merchants or mariners in the city-state's/small kingdom's fledgling navy. These men, while wary of the Sea, did not hate or fear it as a normal Drake citizen did. Indeed, from what Moloch could see from his position on the ship, Calypso's Mercy, he could see that the mariners before him seemed to bear some sort of affection for the Sea, though he failed to understand why. Then again, Cyrus always told him that he would command the element as Kiel did from his throne in Heaven if he could and the Sea was something even he could not conquer. Nonetheless, Moloch admired the ship. It was not as grand as the flagship of the neighboring kingdoms' navies, but it was fast and deadly in its own way.

"Blehg..."

Moloch glanced over at the side of the ship in amusement to see a normally stoic woman losing her lunch over the deck. He hid a smile. Eirene, his Captain of the King's Guard was the most skilled warrior he had ever seen and was rumored to be favored by Bellona herself. Yet, this form of travel had made her as helpless as a green recruit.

"I am not sure that Calypso would appreciate you polluting her home like this," came an amused voice as an old man stepped beside her, as tranquil as ever. Cyrus did not appear to be bothered by the endless depths of water they traveled upon. Rather, he munching on an apple as pleased as a mouser who caught a mouse.

"Calypso can fuck herself..." Eirene groaned, steadying herself as a few mariners around her murmured a few prayers to place the Sea Goddess, "I do not know why you chose to travel this way, Moloch."

Few people were permitted to address him so casually. Eirene and Cyrus were the only two on this vessel permitted given their friendship with the king. Moloch sighed.

"This ship is the newest and fastest vessel in the fleet. I wanted to see how it sailed for myself. Furthermore, I do not want to show weakness to King Robert Baratheon or his court by traveling over land when sailing is faster. Foreigners know Lady Calypso's and her realm's reputation among our people well. Also, given its speed, it is more than capable of ferrying us away should the unpredictable happen in King's Landing or Kallias does something exceedingly foolish."

"Your brother will do fine, Moloch. You give him too little credit," Cyrus told him. Moloch frowned.

"Be that as it may, I would have you there with him."

"And leave you in King's Landing with no one but this brute to protect you from Queen Cersei's schemes and other parasites in that hornets' nest they call a capital? I think not," Cyrus replied, ignoring the glare Eirene sent his way.

"Incase you are unaware, I am perfectly adept at scheming and intrigue, Cyrus," Moloch noted.

"Yes, that is true. But you are used to holding all the cards. This is not your city."

Moloch nodded in acknowledgement. Soon enough, the ship had reached the dock at King's Landing and the king summoned a messenger. Said messenger was a page of noble birth. He looked ot be of the House of Peleus. To his credit, he did not appear sea sick.

"Inform King Robert that we have arrived for his tournament."

The page bowed before leaving, rather eagerly judging from the way he stepped onto dry land at last.

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Finding the King and what what appeared to be a noble of high standing after convincing the guards of his identity, citing a token that permitted him into the Citadel of the King in Drake City as proof, the page bowed clumsily.

"Your Grace. King Moloch, the Chosen of Kiel, King of the Gods, the brother of Lord Mardu and Lady Bellona, God and Goddess of Wisdom and War, Conqueror of the South Atlantic Lords and Defender of the Drake Kingdom extends his greetings and thanks you for your invitation to your august kingdom," the page announced, having forgotten his orders to omit the traditional divine titles of the Monarch of Drake City.

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"What's this then? You don't want to ride?"

Robert's incredulous stare was fixed on Jorah. The King was far from pleased with Jorah's decision to sit out of the joust. While Jorah was a skilled knight he felt that he was well past his prime when it came to such games. Besides with so many foreign visitors in attendance to Robert's tourney Jorah had to be on top of everything. He was sworn to protect the Silver Queen and he couldn't risk anything happening to her because he was off reliving his youth. Amelia was the last Stormborn in existence she had to be protected at all cost.

"He is the Queen's sworn shield, Your Grace. His duty is by her side, not playing at war."

Jorah was happy to hear that someone in the room was understanding to his position. He meant no disrespect to the King but he had a duty.

"Ser Jorah."

Taking the Lord of Storm's End extended hand he shook it with a smile, "Milord."

"Piss on that! Sworn Shield. She's as safe here as if she was in her own keep, safer."

It was clear that Robert was not letting this go easily. Shaking Orys hand after his father he repeated the same shake and smile.

"Ser Jorah, I certainly hope you reconsider. The competition has gotten a bit stale of late. If you are concerned for Her Grace's safety I assure you my uncle has the right of it. Every man in the South Pacific would raise up a sword in defense of Her Majesty should she ask it. She has no enemies here yet to err on the side of caution I'd be happy offer the best swords from our own house hold guard. She'll be as safe as if you were standing right beside her."

Jorah sighed as it looked like everyone aside from Stannis was determined to see him compete tomorrow. Jorah had no time to object before Robert spoke up again, "Agreed, it's settled then. The Queen will have Storm's End's fiercest men at her command for the duration of the joust and Jorah will mount up."

Just like that all had been decided. Whether Jorah wanted to or not he would be mounting up tomorrow and competing in the joust and Amelia couldn't be happier. For as long as she could remember Jorah had looked after and her and taken care of her. She wanted him to forget his sworn duty to her just for a moment and enjoy life.

"Now Amelia, you've had a long journey and no doubt wish to settle in."

Amelia nodded and smile "Of course, Your Grace."

"Orys here will escort you and yours to your chambers, I've cleared out an entire wing of the Red Keep for you and what retainers you've brought."

"Thank you, Your Grace."

"Now my brother's going to help me finish sorting out this business of this tourney. Damned council has had me counting coppers all week. Come on Stannis."

With one final farewell from the King and his Lord brother they left the room leaving Orys with Amelia and her men.

"Well, it's just this way Your Grace."

Amelia smiled and followed Orys lead following him out of the throne room. Although it had been over a year since Amelia had been in the Red Keep things were still familiar to her. She had never stayed in the wing of the castle that Robert had emptied for her so Orys assistance was most appreciated. The castle was as busy on the inside as it was on the outside if not busier. She figured Robert tourney was going to be one extravagant affair. She was defiantly looking forward to the festivities that were to come.

"The whole city rejoices at your visit, Your Grace."

"Do they now?!"

Amelia couldn't help but smile at his words. There was a mutual love shared between Amelia and the people of the South Pacific. It was nice to known that after her long year year away from the kingdom that this had not changed between her and the people.

"I heard tell that the Street of Sisters begun sewing dragon banners the moment they heard that you would be attending the King's tourney. We should no doubt get to see their hard work tomorrow at the joust as Ser Jorah takes the field."

Looking back at Ser Jorah Amelia smiled at the man who was clearly still displeased about being pushed into competition.

"Do not pout Ser Jorah. To compete tomorrow will be a great honor to the North Pacific. If your lucky you may even defeat the great Shadow of Axel."

Amelia said the last part jokingly as she looked at Orys with a smile as they reached their destination. Coming to a stop she looked at Ser Jorah.

"Go to Ser Barristan and Doreah. Once the Dothraki have finished with the horse escort them to this wing to settle."

"Yes, Your Grace."

With that Jorah left to do as Amelia had commanded. Turning her attention back to Orys she smiled graciously, "Well thank you milord. I shall see you again soon." Taking her leave she ascended up the stairs and her people followed behind her.

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Night came and with it King's Landing slept. The commotion of the day muted to a low hum and the city of King's rested for the day ahead. The moon stood it's vigil as always and when it's watch came to an end the sun returned with a new day and promise of a spectacle like none the realm had seen before. Golden trumpets sounded as knights from all over the realm marched their magnificent warhorses to the tourney field. In the early morning hours the jousting pitch was already packed with spectators eager to see the arrival of the days champions. The tourney field was a length of sanded earth, packed down with a wooden fence separating where the jousting knights would come charging at one another. Along one side of the pitch was the finely crafted wooden stands, where the King, his Queen, his court, courtiers and royal guests would sit and witness the days events. On either end of the stands were massive carved stags prancing proudly with their magnificent antlers adorning their wooden heads like crowns. The other side of the field bore no seating but was open to the public and all members of realm who wished to bear witness to the days spectacle.

The crowned stag of Baratheon was everywhere from the massive tapestry sized banner that flew from over the kings seat in the center of the stands to the high standard poles on either side of the carved stags. Beside the royal sigil came all the others that earned high honors and respect. There was the golden lion of Lannister on it's crimson field and the grey direwolf of Stark on it's field of white. The golden rose of Tyrell amidst it's sea of green and the silver trout of Tully swimming through it's rivers of red and blue were there granting their beauty for all to see. There was the black hounds of Clegane on their yellow fields and the white moon and falcon of Arryn on a sky blue field. So many banners and colors the tourney goers no doubt felt as if they had stepped into a fever dream the sights and sounds of the tourney were so wonderous.

Then came fourth that which all had come to see, the knights in all their splendor. Champions in their brilliant, shining plate it was a beauty to behold such radiance. The high lords and ladies marveled at the warriors beneath their steel as did the small folk. The column of knights had men from all corners of the South Pacific. One of the first knights to be recognized was the well known Ser Beric Dondarrion in his black, heavy plate armor of riveted steel. Emblazoned on his chest and on his shield was the purple lightning bolt of his house. Down his back was a massive cloak of fine embroidery that depicted a nights sky with stars and lightning arcing down. Next came the monstrous Ser Gregor Clegane, so large he was called The Mountain That Rides. Following behind his brother was Sandor Clegane who was often called The Hound, no doubt for the sigil of his house and the ferocious helm he wore that had the appearance of a snarling hound.

As the Clegane brothers rode by the kings grace some heard Lord Petyr Baelish begin to take wagers that The Mountain would win the day. Next came Ser Hugh of the Vale, a young knight of only twenty who wore wonderfully enameled blue steel with a falcon helm and a magnificent sky blue cloak. After him was the only knight not from the South Pacific, Ser Jorah Mormont who served as the sworn shield of the Queen of the North Pacific Kingdom. She was seated just below King Robert Baratheon himself and Queen Cersei. On her right sat the King of Drake Moloch Markus who at the moment was listening to the King rave about his nephew who was no doubt soon to ride past.

At the end of the procession came the two men who were most expected to win the entire week long tourney. First was the knight of flowers, Ser Loras Tyrell. Where some knights were strong and others were cunning Ser Loras was above all beautiful. His armor was the finest plate many have ever seen, with forged roses adorning his shoulder pauldrons and vines that descended down to his gauntlets. His helm was wreathed in silver roses so masterfully crafted they appeared to be living plant made of shining metal. Flowing down his slender shoulders was a cloak of hand woven roses of varying colors giving it an almost rainbow appearance. Many of the lady's in attendance and maidens swooned as he rode past granting them a chivalrous nod or a wave that sent their hearts a flutter.

Then he came, The Shadow of Axel, Robert come again, Ser Orys Baratheon and with his entrance the people erupted in a deafening roar of cheers. Clearly the favored to win and the crowds chosen champion. He wore heavy steel plate of the highest caliber that shined in the morning sun. The plate was enameled beautifully with stags prancing proudly up his chest. His large frame posed a heroic figure atop his massive destrier whose coat and mane were black as obsidian. His helm was adorned with fearsome looking stag's antlers and his large shoulder pauldrons had the images of charging stags hammered in with exquisite detail. Flowing down his broad back was a cloak of yellow and black so long it covered much of the war horse he rode upon. The king leapt to his feet cheering loudly and pointing proudly as Orys rode by. So excited he was he spilled his wine all over the Queen's fine crimson dress and hardly seemed to notice, even as she walked off fuming.

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The King erupted in roaring laughter as he clapped Moloch on the back. The Dragon Knight, in her fearsome dragon bone armor struck an intimidating figure indeed, even for a woman yet Robert was ill convinced any knight here assembled could pose a legitimate threat to his beloved nephew.

"I'll take that bet! I'll take it and your money when it's over."

Robert leaned forward and put one of his big, meaty hands on Moloch's shoulder as he pointed to his nephew who was riding out to prepare for his first match of the tourney against Ser Devon Tarly.

"See there, lad? Not a man living who can fight better, ride better or kill better. Listen to them."

Robert remarked motioning to the crowd of onlookers. Noble and commoner alike rose in applause and cheers as Orys took the field. His massive black destrier, armored like his rider in bright, shining steel and sporting the colors of House Baratheon seemed to enjoy the praise and brayed proudly. Robert was well into his cups but he was not so drunk as to be speaking complete nonsense, the crowd did love Orys Baratheon.

"Hear how they call his name? Chant for him? The shits love him. He's won already."

The crowd fell into a still silence as The Knights charged. The galloping horses, weighed down by heavy armament thundered down the field. The lances bore fourth like lightning bolts ready to clash. The silence before impact was deafening, the roars after were maddening. Ser Devon Tarly of Horn Hill was struck cleanly in the chest with such force he was thrown from his saddle to crash into the dirt. Ser Orys Baratheon took his victory lap with pride and dignity as the crowd assailed him with cheers. He paused for a brief moment to look at his uncle the king and salute, raising his lance in the air and nodding before riding off to rest for his next match.

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As King Moloch and King Robert joked casually about the jousts to come a foreign voice broke the air and Robert grumbled under his beard as he turned to look at the hulking barbarian king from Fuaria. The man was a massive beast of raw muscle and towering heights. Not so unlike Robert's own build in his youth.

"Your highness. Thank you again for accepting me in your city. Marvelous knights in your land."

Robert arched an eyebrow as he held a horn of sweet smelling wine from the Arbor in his hand.

"Your Highness?... That what they call kings where you're from?"

Robert emptied his horn and called for another before he realized the King of Fuaria was still towering over him.

"Gods man, I feel like I'm in the shadow of a mountain. Sit!"

Robert barked as two more knights took to the field. Ser Loras Tyrell, also known as the Knight of Flowers was set to ride against Ser Wendel Mandelry. Ser Wendel looked near a pauper next to the brilliant Knight of Flowers in his spectacular rainment. Ser Wendel's own teal tinted heavy plate with the mermans trident enamel looked dull and utterly forgettable in comparison. Both knights tilted their lances at the king in respect before Ser Loras asked the favor of a young, and pretty maid from the stands.

"Yes, yes, enough with the damned pomp. Get on with it!"

King Robert bellowed. The two knights bowed one final time in respect before taking their positions.

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Davina wasn't a big fan of the games. It was nothing against King Robert as the festivities he presented to his guest were of the highest form. However, she didn't really see the point in two men on horses charging at each other with lances attempting to knock each onto their arses. Now maybe if the lances were replaced with actual swords and there was some blood or better death involved she would find the sport a lot more entertaining.

With no interest in the games going on before her she let her eyes and ears wander. She listened to bits and pieces of other peoples conversations going on about her. Not that she needed to listening very hard to hear the King booming voice of shouts, rants and praises all being about his grand nephew. While she hadn't been paying much attention to the jousting in particular she was aware of how well Orys Baratheon was performing in it.

One thing that did catch her interest was a silver haired beauty. Surrounded by men with spears and swords ready to attack and kill anyone who dared to threaten the young Queen. Davina had heard many storied of the woman who was reborn in fire. The unburnt mother of dragons. In the year the South Atlantic had lost a piece of their home she had won back hers. The tale of Amelia Stormborn's life was truly inspiring and well known across the lands.

"What are looking at? Its clearing not the joust." The voice of her queen drew her back in as she turned from the Silver Queen and looked at the woman sitting beside her. "The Queen of the North Pacific. Otherwise known as the mother of dragons. She just recently reclaimed her throne and if we are seeking new allies she maybe a good place to start. A new queen with a new kingdom may also be looking for new alliances."

Kenna listened to the advice giving to her by her lady in waiting. She had come her with one purpose that being to make some new allies for her kingdom. To have the mother of dragons as one of those new allies would be a great thing for the South Atlantic. Taking a deep breath she rose from her seat and approached the queen of the north. As she neared the Queen the Unsullied armed themselves spears pointing at her she froze. "Um...Your Grace. Might I have a word?"

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Amelia can see why Robert boasted about Orys to all. His nephew dominated his competition and at the moment she was second guessing her decision getting Jorah involved in the joust. The man's youthful days were far behind him and she just didn't want him getting hurt. Which a fall from atop of a horse looked pretty painful. It was already too late for that now as Ser Jorah was up next and getting ready in his tent. Barristan has left her side to go help out an old friend which Amelia was happy he did. It wasn't like without her two knights she was lacking in protection. Robert had made good on his word and along with the Unsullied to protect he's men were also on guard.

"Um...Your Grace. Might I have a word?" Amelia couldn't see who spoke to her from behind all the men who wished to protect her but the voice was youthful and sweet sounding. "Let me through." She ordered as she stood up and the men spilt apart so that she could see and step between them. Now that she could see the woman who spoke to her she had to say the girl was gorgeous. She looked to be the same age as Amelia herself and was clearly a woman of stature. Not in the sense of height as she was the only girl Amelia had every met being shorter than herself.

"Come and sit. We can have all the words that you wish." Amelia took the girl's hand in hers and lead her past the guards and to their sits. Ghost moved himself from were he was lying before to sitting by Amelia's side. He was always wary of strangers and he would settle back into ease until he knew who this new person was. Sitting down Amelia motioned to the sit beside her, "What do you wish to discuss?"

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Moloch frowned slightly when he heard the approach of more monarchs. Out of the corner of his eyes, he watched King Deacon Lesseth. Given the gossiping manner of travelers and merchants, it came as no surprise to Moloch that word reached his ears of the new King of the Fuarians. From what he heard, the man was a brute. A cunning brute, but a brute nonetheless. His neighbors had much to be wary of.

Then there was Kenna Caitlin, Princess of the South Atlantic Kingdom. Moloch was a rational man, but that did not mean he was without emotion. He held a special hatred for the South Atlantic royal family and if he had been able to, he would have conquered their entire kingdom. Still, he hid his distaste and maintained a polite expression as the queen found her way near Amelia. He smiled slightly. It seemed that Kenna was seeking new allies, but as long as he had Robert and Orys as friends, Amelia would not risk going to war with him and therefore the South Pacific Kingdom.

"It seems that Sir Loras has the upper hand," Moloch noted as the Flower Knight's opponent missed him and was almost knocked off his horse.

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Deacon looked at the king, these southerner's were definitely small in stature. Deacon had a role to play, this role would not be done until everything is settled. King Deacon took a seat and looked at everyone. First thing's first, Moloch had to be taken care off. Deacon threw a glance at the King of Drake. Deacon's intelligence on Moloch was solid, the man was a snake and would manipulate his way through anything. They would have to talk.

Then there were others. The princess of the South Atlantic Kingdom was there, definitely a worth territory to control. And this mother of dragons, Deacon knew close to nothing about her. Her kingdom is hard to infiltrate, her unsullied are good soldiers. Deacon looked at Orys Baratheon, the man was surely good at what he does. If anyone here could hold their own against Deacon in battle, it most likely would be Orys Baratheon. Time was nearing very close, he would soon give the command to start moving south, his strength would have to double or even triple. There are worthy allies to be made, people that can be used to Deacon's benefit. Deacon has been hearing rumors of some kings and queens that have yet to arrive. For now though he would have to enjoy king Roberts tourney. Some of these knights would never hold up in battle, their main job is to perform. Deacon cringed, these southerners have no sense of power or control. Their kingdoms will slip between their fingers if they are not careful. With anything that is still to come, they have to be very careful.




Syrus gave the captain a smile. Things are moving according to plan, but her plans with Moloch are yet to be explored. "Not an issue I assure you. You will see my king when he comes back from the tourney, until then you may do what you may like. Meet me at the estate and I will bring your wardrobe to you. Speaking of, what is it that you would like?"

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Her stomached twisted into knots as she was lead pass the imitating Unsullied to the seats waiting behind them. There was a lot of pressure on her shoulders to not return home empty handed. While she acted as the Queen she was still just a princess with a lot to prove and overcome. Her father's recent defeat by the hands of the Drake King made the South Atlantic appear weak which could lead to it becoming the target of another force. A stronger force that could have the power to destroy the kingdom all together. No replenishing and no rebuilding. It would just be gone.

As the Silver Queen sat she instructed the princess to do the same and Kenna did taking the seat beside her. "What do you wish to discuss?" Taking a deep breath Kenna calmed her nerve as she began. "Well Your Grace the matter of which I wish to discuss is one that could benefit us both. An alliance built between the South Atlantic and the North Pacific. My father's defeat is well known and while I've done what I can to rebuild my home I fear that that might not be enough. While I have managed to replenish and restrengthen my numbers and rebuild what had be broken the reputation of my kingdom may still leave us a target. To have been defeated by a city makes my kingdom appear weak. My hope is that by gaining a few allies our enemies would view us as enough threat to stay at bay. I feel that an alliance will not only benefit my kingdom but yours as well. I mean you having just reclaimed your kingdom wouldn't you think it be a wise decision to form ties with lands outside of this kingdom."

Amelia listened to the words of the Princess of the South Atlantic and she saw a bit of herself in the girl. While different circumstances had gotten them both to the points they were today they both seemed to be at the same place in their lives. Trying to rebuild and strengthen their kingdoms. She did agreed that it maybe beneficial for her kingdom to form new ties outside of her ones with Robert and South Pacific. The Baratheons were family and she knew that the kingdom would always be behind her but when things went south for her kingdom she didn't want to always have to call upon them to get her out of her trouble. "I completely understand your struggle and you are very strong to have endured and overcome so much. While I do think that this could be beneficial to us both I will need to have words with my advisors before I make a discussion."

While Amelia did want to do this there was a bigger picture here to think about. The South Atlantic kingdom had been defeated by Drake City with the help of Robert and his men. The city of Drake was not an ally of the North Pacific but they were the allies of her allies and that could prove to be problematic in the future. She would need to deliberate with both Ser Jorah and Ser Barristan before she could come to a final decision on the matter.

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Orys Baratheon was no mere man, not on the tourney field and not on this day. This day man and horse and lance were one. Again and again the Stag pit itself against the Bear and time and time again neither beast was greater. Ser Jorah Mormont, Sworn Shield of Queen Amelia Stormborn had fought his way through the ranks. An upset to be sure, most expected the aging knight to put up a good show in the first few bouts but fall easily once the first knight of considerable skill took the field. But the tenacious Ser Mormont took on all challengers and yet, here he stood. He had unseated Sandor Clegane, he had unseated Ser Robar Royce and Ser Desmond Crakehall. He had bested Ser Rickard Karstark and in the semi final he had been pit against the Knight of Flowers himself, Ser Loras Tyrell. Many believed that the impressive display by the Bear Knight had reached an end for Ser Loras was favored by many to win the entire tourney but to everyone's surprise when the match was done it was the Bear that remained ahorse and the rose that fell to the dirt.

While Jorahs' rise through the lists was surprising, Orys' own rise was anything but. He preformed as so many expected. He decimated all in his path, his strength, skill, tenacity and raw power made short work of every knight he faced. He had proved solid as stone when struck, many lances breaking off his shield or armor yet moving the burly knight little. He unseated Ser Carlyle Lannister and Ser Robb Stark early on. Then he was pitted against Ser Edmure Tully of the Riverlands and Ser Vardis Egen of the Vale. Both the trout and the falcon fell before the stag. Ser Orys faced down The Mountain, Ser Gergor Clegane and proved to be mightier with an impressive display. His semi final match, Eirene of Drake fought valiantly but she too found herself unable to ride against the power of Orys Baratheon.

Now the day was nearing it's end and the two knights breathed heavy as they rode at one another for the tenth time. The men broke nine lances off one another throughout the course of the joust and now on the tenth the duel would be settled. Lance leveled at it's target, horses charging, shields battered as they were raised and at the ready. Then the clash and the shatter of shield and lance. The crowd leapt to it's feet as both king and commoner held it's breath in that moment. Then the solid, resounding thud of an armored body hitting the dirt. When it was over Ser Jorah Mormont was laying on his back looking up at the sky as Ser Orys Baratheon rode triumphant. He dismounted and helped Ser Jorah to his feet before he exchanged a few friendly words and shook his hand before mounting again to take his victory lap. The crowd roared for the victor and Ser Orys, tired, and bruised had never felt better in his life. He rose his armored fist into the air as he was loss of lance after it shattered against Jorah chest plate.

He rode to take his place before the king and be named champion. King Robert Baratheon was beaming. A proud, wide smile was fixed to his face as he looked at his beloved nephew. Orys could not help but smile as he gave his uncle a wink and a smile before he bowed his head in his saddle. Robert got to his feet, his queen Cersei watching him with little interest from her place beside him. He stepped forward and spoke, his deep, booming voice reaching all ears in attendance.

"A fine showing, fine showing that was! My boy, Orys of the House Baratheon took on all comers and tossed them to the dirt."

If pride was gold Robert Baratheon would be the richest man that ever lived in that moment. Orys cast a quick glance at his Lord Father who sat a few places away from the King. Stannis gave his son a soft smile and a nod of approval as Robert continued.

"I'm reminded of when you rode against the Dothraki who thought to pillage our lands and steal our women and children. They would have too if not for Orys Baratheon who rode out to meet them. They were strong but you were stronger, they were fierce but you were fiercer and when it was done it was you who stood victorious and you who protected our lands and it's people."

Orys was grateful for the praise but curious as to where his uncle was going. Usually the naming of victor was a short formality not a long winded account of all the victor's past accomplishments.

"I remember when you stood side by side with our friend King Moloch of Drake where you single handedly defended the king and fought at his side to help protect his land and keep."

Lord Stannis flicked his gaze from his son to his brother in concern. Many of the courtiers were beginning to wonder the very same thing that he and his son were wondering now.

"And of course when we rode out half way across the damned world to lend the might of The House Baratheon to the rightful Queen of the North Pacific, it was you Orys Baratheon, who bested the fabled Black Knight Argos the Cruel with a single blow! One!"

The air was still and the crowd was silent as they looked at the king. Orys sat in his saddle staring up at his uncle, he had tensed his jaw and confusion played across his hard features. Yet to look upon Robert's face one would think the man was looking upon his greatest accomplishment realized before him.

"These deeds... these great trials have forged you. Hammered you into a man greater than any. They have proved your willingness to defend this country as well as your strength to see it done. It is for these reasons, for the great love I bear you and since I have no true born children of my own..."

Queen Cersei Lannister's face grew pale and still like a corpse, her eyes widened as she looked at her husband in horror.

"That I Robert of the House Baratheon, First of my Name, King of the Andals and the Rhoynar and the First Men, Lord of the South Pacific Kingdom and Protector of the Realm do so hereby name you my one and true lawful heir and future king."

There was a gasp that took the crowd. Stannis looked to his son as Cersei clenched her fists in fury. Robert seemed quite pleased with himself as Orys stared at him in disbelief. Then he dismounted his destrier and fell to a knee before his uncle the king.

"Your Grace, I..."

He began before his uncle cut him off.

"I'll hear nothing of it, it's been decided. Now you knelt a knight, rise a prince."

And so he rose, Ser Orys of the House Baratheon, once a knight of Storm's End was now Prince Orys Baratheon, The future King of the South Pacific Kingdom.

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The south Pacific Kingdom was bathed in the golden light of twilight as the sun began it's descent. Mere yards away from the tourney field where King Robert Baratheon shocked his kingdom, courtiers and foreign friends with the news of his naming of Orys Baratheon as his sole heir a massive feast was beginning to get under way. Tents and pavilions of colored silks and rich cloth seemed to coat the green grass field. Banners flew in the wind and whipped about as revelers began to get the first of many drinks and meals of the evening. The largest tent was the one reserved for the king, his guests and the knights and houses of the tourney. The tent was open with countless poles holding up section of cloth. Easily larger than many buildings the tent had been erected to fit a huge mass of people.

Within servants were bringing out barrel after barrel of fine wine, ales and meads. The spiced wine was hot and it's fragrant scent filled the area around the cook fires. Shortly after the drinks were brought out the food followed. Several whole boar, roasted, seasoned to perfection and drizzled with honey were carried out by teams of servers. Flocks of quail, turkeys, chicken, and duck each prepared with herbs and garnished with lemon or wild berries. There was plates and a platters of trout, salmon, herring and snapper. Buckets of steaming red crabs were carried out by a small army of servants who held bowls of butter and steamed potatoes as well. Long platters, larger than some tables were carried into the tent that held tender mutton, juicy lamb and steaks of beef. Beyond the fresh and succulent meats the sweetest and most flavorful fruits all the way from Highgarden were carried in by the bushel load. Rich apples, juicy oranges, sweet berries, delicious melons and bucket after bucket of nuts were carried into the feasting tent. The baked foods were in great supply as well. Everything from hot, soft bread, sweet rolls, lemon cakes, frosted pastries, fruit pies, sugared delights and more were brought out in great abundance.

After the food was brought in and was beginning to be served the entertainment entered. Jugglers dressed in flamboyant motley bounded in tossing knives, torches and eggs. As a jest some times the jugglers would accidentally drop an egg or two on one of the countless fools running around illicting laughs from the guests with jokes and baudy songs. Minstrels marched in like an army wielding weapons of song and melody. Acrobats leapt through the air, often times somersaulting through rings of fire blown by the fire eaters. There were dancing monkeys in tiny little surcoats banging symbols and bells much to the revelers amusement. There were prancing striped horses brought out on multicolored bridles for the little ones to ride and marvel at. Many a noble and lord were astonished by the dancing bears that were brought out wearing tiny hats with bells on them.

While the whole of the South Pacific seemed to laugh, drink, feast and lose themselves in the joy of the feast for the new crowned prince, the prince himself sat in silence. He was on the long table reserved for the king, queen, and honored guests. He was expected to sit there so there he sat but his uncle was face first in a busty maid and the queen was no where to be seen. So alone he drank and his mind struggled with the revaluation that he would one day be king. He had never prepared for this nor expected it. He was no prince, no king's son. He expected to grow into the Lord of Storm's End, maybe even sit on the small council should the king ask it of him but not this. Princes spent their entire lives preparing for the duties of rule. Orys had spent his life in soldiers tents and battlefields, not council chambers and dignitary meetings. With a sigh the prince took a long and thirsty gulp of the rich red wine he had been given hoping the strong drink would steady his nerves. The only thing he took solace in was that his uncle was not yet an old man and had many years yet to sit on the Iron Throne before the gods would take him through age.

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Robert looked up to find a spirit standing before him, or was it the spirits coursing through his system that made him think that? She was announced to be Queen Tenanye Ananse of Anansai. A land Robert had heard about, yet never seen. Probably due to the fact that Anansai was a peaceful country. A country of silk makers and spider worshipers but a people who valued their peace. A worthy endeavor to be sure but one that would bore Robert to death were he born an Anansai. Clearing his throat Robert pushed the serving girl off his lap with a quick slap to her backside. She giggled and pranced away allowing King Robert Baratheon to get to his feet. His first thought of the Spider Queen was simple and blunt. "God's she's small" He thought yet then again, Robert was a massive man and to him, most women seemed small. By all rights the girl had a few inches on Queen Amelia Stormborn yet that fact didn't strike the king who was well into his cups.

Robert gave her a friendly smile and a kingly nod as he extended his hand out to the feast underway.

"Well the festivities are not over yet as you can well see. We have meat, drink, and enjoyment a plenty. Please, make yourself comfortable and get something to eat. Tonight, you are my guest."

Robert was about to dismiss her when he spotted his nephew looking sullen as a orphan boy, sitting along on the dais drinking alone.

"Oh before I forget, seeing as how you missed the joust you don't know. That lad there, he's my nephew. Orys is his name, Prince Orys as of now. I just named him my heir."

Robert said proudly with a beaming drunken grin. Leaning in he nudged her gently with his elbow as he threw a thumb in Orys' direction.

"Introduce yourself to the future king would you? Maybe a beauty like yourself can turn that frown of his the right way round, eh?"

With that Robert Baratheon took his leave. A cup of wine called him and that boxum maid seemed lonely without his kingly grace.

As the king met the ruler of Anansai a man who grew up in Flea Bottom was staring at a ghost in finery with a wicked smile.

"Are you daft lass?"

Dvaos said in a hushed whisper as he grabbed her wrist.

"Escaping the dungeon? They found the body of the guard you killed. They want your head, I won't be able to stop them twice."

His concerns halted as his mind reviewed what Robyn had said. Davos paused and stared at her in concern and even fear.

"What business partner? What have you gotten yourself into?..."

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The festivities were a welcome diversion, Moloch supposed, though he would have preferred Drake City's over the general debauchery which King Robert Baratheon indulged in. He was seated next to Ser Orys, now Prince Orys, and, while Cyrus enjoyed listening to an old Pacific song he heard in his youth, Eirene was becoming increasingly agitated. This, of course, came as no surprise to Moloch. These festivities did not foster the most respect for women, even dangerous women such as herself.

"You fought well, ser knight, but I am sure you are a lady beneath that armor," one of the joust's constestants slurred. Cyrus began to count under his breath as Eirene's body tensed. On three, she had tossed the knight, armor and all, across the room and into a roasted bore. Coincidentally, his head became stuck in its mouth.

"I cannot say the irony is lost on me," Eirene stated with a smirk. Cyrus laughed uproarously and Moloch smirked. He raised an eyebrow, however, when he saw a familiar face in the crowd. So, the pirate queen had escaped already. He gave a nod to Cyrus, who excused himself to use the privy. Soon enough, he would be walking unseen near the sea captain and the older knight Moloch, meanwhile, turned to speak with his friend.

"You look as if you are condemned to death rather than being made heir to an entire kingdom. You should not be troubled. You have the respect and love of your people and you are a capable warrior. Not to mention you are of royal blood and have plenty of common sense. If this kingdom can survive your uncle, it can survive you."

He couldn't resist a small chuckle as the king chose this moment to introduce Orys to the Queen of the Ananse.

"Well, your uncle certainly understands arranged marriages if that is what he meant."

***
"Of all your reckless stunts, Prince Kallias, this is the worst," a bearded magi told a youth on horseback. Accompanied a full company of Drake knights, the two rode into the desert, the magi a little more reluctantly than the youth, "King Moloch left you in charge of the Royal Court and you just abandoned your duty to chase after one of your imaginary quests!"

"The city is in good hands. Steward Vandoler is a good man. And it's not an imaginary quest. I have a younger sibling to find," Kallis replied easily.

"A bastard sibling. In the Caliphate! If Caliph Khaled is anything like his father, he will not be pleased you came unannounced. And your relation could be anywhere. Your father did not care. Neither should you," the magi stated.

"I am your prince," he reminded him.

The magi sighed, "Oh King Moloch, why did you have to inherit your father's brains and leave nothing for this one?"

***

"Farid! Prepare a tray of refreshments. I want you them to be ready as soon as the Caliph requests his evening tea," the head servant ordered, her hands on her hips. Farid looked up from where he was cleaning a set of silverware in the kitchen. Truthfully, he was lucky to be employed in the Caliph's kitchens, but that didn't mean he didn't long to take a break in the gardens.

"Yes, mistress," he stated, doing as she ordered. His mother had been a servant as well, but she had died a year ago. He wished he knew who his father was, but that was just wishful thinking. He could be anyone really. He looked foreign so he could have been a visiting ambassador, but that was small comfort. Truthfully, he didn't care anymore. He just wished something more exciting would happen than washing dishes.

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Orys tried to smile but found little joy into him to do so. He turned to Moloch, his closest friend and shook his head.

"I don't feel like a Prince Moloch. I certainly don't feel like a king..."

Orys sighed and rubbed his brow with his thumb and fore finger. Looking up and out onto the sea of people feasting and drinking all Orys wanted to do was get on his horse and ride off. Turning to Moloch he couldn't help but marvel at his friend. Now he looked like a king. Noble, regal, proud, wise, stern and collected. He exhumed rule and authority, Orys could never imagine doing the same thing.

"It's different for you, my friend. You were born to rule. I never... I never expected this. I thought, sure I'd take over Storm's End when my father passed. I'd serve as a lord, protect my keep and small folk but King? No... You were born a prince, trained since birth to rule. I was trained to ride a horse, swing a sword, bear a shield, kill my enemies but not rule."

Orys downed his cup and grimaced as the strong drink went down his throat. He wondered if his uncle had made the right choice. He wondered why his uncle had made the choice at all. It was true he had no true born children but surely there were better choices than he? His father for instance. Stannis was Robert's younger brother. Who better to inherit? Stannis was intelligent, justice minded and fair. He'd been Lord of Storm's End Orys' entire life. He knew how to rule, he would have made a resplendent king. What manner of king Orys would be was anybody's guess.

Before the two friends could talk any further a foreign beauty approached the pair. Orys did not recognize her but new instantly she was not maiden of the South Pacific. Her suntanned skin was almost perfectly bronzed and her hair was black as night. Her eyes were exotic and haunted, her build curvaceous but only just so. She was no buxom lass but instead a elegantly built woman.

"Good evening."

She said with a bow.

"I am Pr-Queen Tenanye Ananse, A pleasure to meet you both."

Her words were spoken softly and her smile was softer still. Orys found himself put at ease, even if it was just for a moment.

"The pleasure is ours I assure you, Your Grace."

Orys said only after he rose. Instinctively he bowed and wondered if princes were supposed to bow. Given as he wasn't certain he figured it best to be corrected if he was wrong rather than refrain from doing so and being thought of as rude. After he straitened himself he introduced himself to the foreign Queen.

"I am... Prince Orys Baratheon."

The epithet felt alien on his tongue yet Orys swallowed it all the same. He'd need to get used to it.

While the royals greeted each other a smuggler danced with a pirate. Davos tried his best to act natural but his nerves and concern were getting the better of him.

"I was always concerned for you, I still am. Why do you think I...."

Davos didn't have time to explain away a life time of bad decisions nor did he truly believe he could. All he could do was concern himself with the here and now and here and now Robyn could very well be getting herself in water hot enough to boil a crab.

"Doesn't matter. What matters is this job of yours, this employer."

Davos paused to glance around the tent to see if anyone was watching them. He felt like every eye in the kingdom was on them and knew what they were talking about. In truth not a single man, woman, child or dancing monkey noticed them.

"They caught you once and they can do it again. Next time... Robyn please, whatever this folly is drop it. Don't do it for me, do it for yourself. No good can come of it."

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Orys tried a smile, attempted one at least but it was weak and lack luster. He didn't want congratulations just then. He was still processing the revelation. The fact that everyone had seemingly just moved on from the shock of it helped not. He had found out he would be king not more than an hour ago. Since then the whole damned court has gotten good and drunk, has been dancing, singing and carrying on as if everything little thing in the world was as it should be. Yet to Orys Baratheon nothing could have been farther from the truth. The crushing responsibility that came with kingship was not something he took lightly. He would do his duty as his father had taught him but he feared how well he would be able to carry out his duty. Would he be a good king?

Turning back to his empty cup he called for more wine. The cup was refilled with the strong brew in mere moments. Another long sip to steady his nerves and the man that would one day be the future king fell into a brooding silence. His eyes drifted across the crowd of revelers. Nobles and lords, knights and ladies all dancing and enjoying the feast. He even spotted Davos dancing with a pretty woman he didn't recognize.

Davos however was not as carefree as he seemed to the crowned prince. No, in fact he was anything but. His mind and heart were at war with one another. Robyn wanted him to join her, to come with him but she didn't understand. Maybe she never did and never will.

"You're wrong lass."

He said sadly.

"I owe them everything, I owe him. Stannis raised me up. He gave me a future I could have never reached on my own, gave a future to my family I could have never given them. They have stability now, safety. They won't go hungry or wonder when the next supper will come, or if they will lose their husband and father to pirates or the city watch."

Davos sighed and stroked his beard.

"I did, we did what we did because we had no choice. Growing up in Flea Bottom what other options were open to us? But now my son squires for Lord Stannis, he'll be a knight one day. My wife dresses in finery she only ever dreamed of in Flea Bottom. We have a nice, squat keep in the Storm Land's that we call home. Is that what you want me to throw away? For what? So I can load up my son and wife on a cramped little boat under the cover of night and take off on the sea to do god's knows what for god's know who, putting them in constant danger? I don't want that for them any more than I want it for you."

His hands grabbed hers and their dancing stopped.

"Please, lass. You have a chance now. Take a ship and leave this mess behind, leave me behind. Forget about the old smuggler who gave you peaches, forget about Flea Bottom, forget about King's Landing. Forget it all and go live your life somewhere. I can't help you. I failed you already and now it's too late but you can still help yourself. Go across the sea, you're smart you can do anything you want. But don't do this, don't throw your life away."

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Amelia stood out on her balcony looking down at all the festivities taking place below her. If there was one thing King Robert knew how to do it was throw a grand party. Since day one of the tourney there had been feasts and drinks and good times all around but on this final day King Robert had truly out done himself. As the king had predicted his nephew had been crowned victory of the jousting competition, which had giving Orys reputation most likely came as a surprise to none. Even though he had fallen Amelia was immensely proved on her old knight for Ser Jorah had fought with everything he had and in doing so honor himself, his queen and his kingdom.

The shock of the evening had come in Robert's speech. What she had thought was going to be a short speech of congratulations and pride had been that and so much more. She had known something big was coming the king spoke of all of Orys great feats and victories but even she hadn't anticipated what Robert had up his sleeve. The gods knew the queen surely didn't see it coming. Robert had made Orys his successor and now the next king to rule over the seven kingdoms. She wondered how Orys felt about that as she retreated back into her room.

Her room was far from empty as like the king she was currently hosting many guests. She had told the princess of the South Atlantic kingdom that she would consider her offer to forged an alliances between their kingdoms and that she had. Amelia had held many meetings with both of her advisors Ser Jorah and Ser Barristan in days past. While neither knight had at first thought the alliance to be a grand idea in the beginning Amelia had fought them both on the matter. She felt that Princess Kenna was right about her needing to gain allies outside of the South Pacific and more importantly she genuinely liked Kenna and saw a fire in the girl that reminded her of herself.

Her fellow knights had not gotten on board until after the half-gods of the Kingdom of Tripartite had agreed to ally themselves with the South Atlantic Kingdom. In joining in an alliance with the South Atlantic Kingdom she also allied herself with the Kingdom of Tripartite. Which was enough for both Jorah and Barristan to get on board. She wasn't sure if this would lead to problems down the line but that wasn't her primary concern at the moment. "Were missing the celebration. Let us adjourn for now. We can tighten up all matters when we dock in the South Atlantic."

With the tourney now at an end all foreign guest would be returning to their homelands. Instead of returning home immediately Amelia and her men would be taking a detour to the South Atlantic. There all things between the three kingdoms would be finalized and than Amelia would return home. "Well let us go now before we are seen as rude guests." Ushering out the princess, her lady-in-waiting and the four half-gods the Silver Queen was ready to partake in the festivities.

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Character Portrait: Orys Baratheon Character Portrait: Amelia Stormborn Character Portrait: Kenna Caitlin Character Portrait: Davina Mikaelson Character Portrait: Ajax Alexander Character Portrait: Dalila Malyns Character Portrait: Jasunr Alington Character Portrait: Mira Alington

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The week spent in the South Pacific kingdom had proven to be fruitful for both herself and her kingdom. She had come to Robert's tourney in hopes of forging new alliances and that was exactly what she had done. While she had hoped Queen Amelia would accept her offer she had been doubtful due to the queen's ties to the king. She was fearful that the king's alliance with the drake king would hinder any chance of her and the Silver Queen's kingdoms becoming allies. This was why when the royal cousins of the Kingdom of Tripartite arrived during day two of Robert's tourney she and Davina had convinced them to support her kingdom. It was not long after the half-gods agreed that Amelia herself had come around.

It was now the final day of the tourney and the victor had been crowned. Surprisingly Orys had not only won the title of victor of his uncle's tourney games but he was also now the newly crowned prince of the South Pacific kingdom. Kenna along with Davina, Ajax, Dalila, Jasunr, Mira and Amelia sat in Amelia's room. After the tourney had ended the the festivities began the seven newly-made friends and future had retreated to Amelia's to talk of things to come. Amelia clearly was bored of talk and wished to rejoin the rest of population. "Were missing the celebration. Let us adjourn for now. We can tighten up all matters when we dock in the South Atlantic." Kenna nodded in agreement as she too wished to join in on the festivities. She was in a joyful mood and had much to celebrate as everything was currently coming together for the young princess. "Well let us go now before we are seen as rude guests." Both Kenna and Davina laughed as Amelia began ushering everyone out of her room.

The sun was setting and the atmosphere surrounding the festival was one up life and happiest. Entering one of the many set up tents with her lady-in-waiting on her arm Kenna mixed and mingle with nobles from all across the lands. There were many servants walking about with trays of drink and foods a plenty. Kenna wasn't a big drinker but despite her small frame she quite the hardy appetite. The two girls seperated after some time together as Davina mingled and Kenna went to indulge herself in the delectable foods set about.

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Characters Present

Character Portrait: Orys Baratheon Character Portrait: Queen Tenanye Ananse Character Portrait: Amelia Stormborn Character Portrait: Moloch Markus Character Portrait: Kenna Caitlin Character Portrait: Caliph Khaled ibn Tamim II

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Moloch, King's Landing

Moloch looked upon his old friend, allowing kindness to seep into his features. It was not often that he could afford to show compassion without the undercurrent of command in his tone, but here, among his friends and equals, he felt he could. He gripped Orys' arm.

"Do you think I came to my throne under ideal circumstances? My parents were murdered and my own nobles plotted with our enemies to usurp the throne. I was armed only with my intellect and force of will to oppose my enemies and protect my city, my people, and my little brother. If I couldn't rally my people to war at that time, I do not doubt that I would not be alive right now."

He paused for a moment, smiling slightly at his friend, "Of course, you would say that I couldn't have done it without your uncle's support and you would be right. My army was superior, but outnumbered. But, you will not be alone either. You have your uncle, your father, and the love of your people. Lord Stannis disagrees with his brother nine times out of ten if I recall correctly, but he is always there for him. How much more would he be there for you, his own son and one of the few people he values outside of Ser Jorah?

"You also give yourself too little credit. You are an incredible warrior. I would be hard-pressed to defeat you in battle. You excel on and off the battlefield. You are wise and just. You have your father's mind, but you have your uncle's heart. It is a potent combination. The gods favor you. And, if it comes down to it, you will always have me as a friend."

He allowed his words to hang in the air for a moment. He eyed Princess Kenna across the room as well as Queen Amelia. He was beginning to have his suspicions about just who was joining her, but he had no definite proof yet. He continued, his voice sterner this time, but not accusatory. Rather, he was totally honest.

"But you will have to make difficult choices, Orys. Will you be willing to betray me if my enemies are more numerous and powerful than before? What if Queen Amelia rode out against me at Princess Kenna of the South Atlantic Kingdom? Would you join me? Her? Or will you find a way to dissuade her?"

Again, Moloch looked on Orys with compassion, "Don't worry, though. No matter what happens, I will always consider you my friend."

Western Desert
Caliphate of Andalusia


The desert was everything Kallias had read about. The sun scorched the desert with its light an one could see for miles. He and his men sweated beneath their heavy armor and it was only thanks to their Andalusian guide that they had not gotten lost or become dehydrated as he directed them to the oases hidden in the desert. Kallis did not complain once. Despite his luxurious upbringing, he was too enamored with the beauty around him to care about his discomfort. He even ordered a rest at dusk so he could watch the sun set.

"It is beautiful. You say that you can guide us using the stars?" Kallias asked. The guide had donned his country's clothes and Kallias could not help but mark how at ease he looked in his turban and loose clothes.

"Yes, my prince. My people had learn to use stars Al-'Uzzá made. The sands move," his guide stated.

They had rested only a couple hours when they set out again. They had traveled only a while before they ere hailed by a contingent of the Caliphate's soldiers. Kallias grinned and waved at them.

"Of course! Come close! I am Prince Kallias of Drake, here to pay my respects to your Caliph!"

The company's old magi grunted. The prince could play the diplomat, he'd give the boy that. Still, he was far too reckless.

Caliphate of Andalusia

Farid stood nervously outside the door leading to the Caliph's rooms. He was aware that the Caliph could easily order his death if he displeased him. The tales that the older servants told about the current Caliph's father was still used as a bedtime story to teach the younger servants and slaves to behave. His mother hadn't liked him to hear them, but she could never stop him from listening, especially now that she was dead.

Still, it was past sundown and he was ordered to bring the Caliph and the general visiting him refreshments. If the Caliph was displeased, he felt that he wouldn't blame him and, who knows, he might catch a glimpse of Princess Zahida. He knocked the on the door and held the tray in front of him.

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Character Portrait: Orys Baratheon Character Portrait: Queen Tenanye Ananse Character Portrait: Captian Robyn Sheva of the Harbinger Character Portrait: Deacon Lesseth Character Portrait: Amelia Stormborn Character Portrait: Moloch Markus Character Portrait: Kenna Caitlin Character Portrait: Davina Mikaelson

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Orys could not help but stare at his friend, the king of Drake. His words had struck him like a slap to the face, a slap that shakes a complaining child from a tantrum. He was right, with the casual calm resolve that made Moloch famous he was right. While Orys had been sitting their whining like a boy he was a man that most of the kingdom looked up to. A warrior that had proven himself time and time again on the battlefield. A commander who had been able to snatch victory from the jaws of defeat when lesser plans were lost in the winds of chaos. A champion to the people and a hero to the realm yet above all these things he was a Baratheon.

While the Westerlands had it's Gold, the Reach had it's fertile soil or Drake had it's dragon bones the Storm Lands where the Baratheon's hail from have only one thing in abundance, strife. The Storm Lands have no gold or silver in it's stone nor nourishing soil with which to plant crops. It's land is unforgiving and bleak, a land of wicked storms and hard stone. It is as a direct result of this that the House Baratheon has produced such hardy and fierce men. From the first Baratheon, Durren Baratheon who slew a mountain god to claim his home and lady love, to Axel the Conqueror who united the whole of the South Pacific beneath the might of his armies to even his own uncle Robert, the war hero who fought to keep his throne and expel the traitors from his realm. He was from a line of conquerors, from warrior kings. Perhaps the blood of the stag bred not just strength in men but the ability to rule.

A fire sparked in Orys' eyes as his mind and heart filled with resolve and determination. Yet as Moloch spoke something he said gave the son of Stannis pause.

"But you will have to make difficult choices, Orys. Will you be willing to betray me if my enemies are more numerous and powerful than before? What if Queen Amelia rode out against me at Princess Kenna of the South Atlantic Kingdom? Would you join me? Her? Or will you find a way to dissuade her? Don't worry, though. No matter what happens, I will always consider you my friend."

Orys turned to Moloch and locked his gaze with his closest friend, the king and the future king.

"I have no brothers of my own Moloch, only a sister who is still a child. You have fought beside me, bled beside me, those are not things easily cast aside for the pretty smile of a woman. Amelia is my friend as you are but I would never stand against either of you. If she ever joined against you I would ensure it never came to bloodshed, you have my word on that. As for Kenna, or any of the others.... You are my brother now and always, in victory and defeat. By the Old Gods and The New I swear it."

Orys grasped Moloch's forearm and shook it firmly in friendship.

Oaths of friendship and brotherhood were being made by the royals but down below on the dancing floor where a smuggler twirled with a pirate danger loomed. Two knights wreathed in armor of sterling white and polished silver approached, putting a hand on either shoulder of the woman.

"What's the meaning of this, then?"

Davos asked in terror. One of the Knights of the King's guard scowled at him from behind his helm.

"This is no business of yours Onion Knight, this one is to come with us."

Davos was not about to let them just haul her off, his hand grasped hers and he clenched his fist.

"I am the sworn shield of Lord Stannis Baratheon of Storm's End, brother to the king, perhaps we should find out what his lordship thinks of this random arrest with no cause. This woman has done no crime."

The knights seemed ill moved.

"Tell your lord then, makes little difference. Our orders come from the Queen herself."

Davos' eyes went wide, he knew his hope was lost. At least for the moment. He looked at Robyn and he knew the look staring back at him, betrayal. She would no doubt see this as another betrayal but she would never see that he never wanted this. He had no way of knowing. He would have to find out what the queen wanted with Robyn and quickly if he had any hopes of saving her life. Davos begrudgingly released his hold on Robyn's hand and the knights led her out of the pavilion and up to the Red Keep.