#dreadtheroar

“It is similar here. My daughter did marry Robert Baratheon, after he destroyed the firm that I used to work for.” Tywin said. “When I was younger, I worked with Aerys, and he had a very successful mortgage company. But then the housing bubble collapsed and Robert saw opportunity to topple one of the big faceless corporations. I divested from Aerys’s business years before- he had intentions with my wife that she was not interested in.” he explained.

“Robert ended up buying all of Aerys’s company, rebuilding it from the ground up, with advice from those around him. My daughter has a very shrewd mind for business, his name may be on all of the letterhead, but that company would collapse without her.”

“In this version of reality, your father was a commercial land developer. He worked well with Robert, financing hundreds of properties, but when Robert passed away, Ned and Cersei could not come to any sort of agreement.” he said, careful about the next words that came from his mouth. He did not want to imply that he knew that Joffery had been the one who had bought the hit on Ned Stark, knowing his mother would be pleased, and his company would flourish. “Your father passed away, and your siblings were all moved as I told you.” he said. “Where are they, in your world?” he asked. “And what of my children? What are Jaime and Tyrion doing with their lives?”

“Your family was loyaly to Aerys when he ruled the Seven Kingdoms,” Robb agreed; their stories matched up in that way at least. “But you changed sides when Robert rebelled.” Firm, Robb had learned that word only an hour ago, but he nodded his understanding. In this strange world, there was no kingdoms, but there were businesses, companies that were ruled by families and inherited by family line. “And there were no dragons?” Robb asked. He had a feeling such a thing did not exist in this world, but it was worth checking. So all the same people existed, but this world never had White Walkers, never had direwolves. There was no royalty and no war, but there was power still, and those fighting to take it.  

Robb had calmed down immensely since his panic in the bedroom, and Tywin had convinced him that this world was real, that they were not enemies, but that did not make it any easier to understand. Coming to the understanding that in this world Tywin was his ally was almost as confusing as the strange device the man had dubbed “a cellphone” but Robb had at least calmed down enough for them to discuss their world’s differences peacefully. “My sister was to marry Joffrey,” Robb said, pointing again at King’s Landing on his map. “Branded the daughter and sister of a traitor, that marriage did not take place, but your daughter held my sisters captive in the castle.” At least, that was what Robb had been led to believe, not knowing that Arya had escaped. “And my brothers remained in my home in King’s Landing. They are safe there.” 

{ text ; M.} You’re welcome.

{ text ; M.} I’m not afraid of Jon Snow.

Barely three name days old, and the two twin cubs were fierce at play, the dark haired one swiping at his brother as they rolled. The golden haired one laughed, jumping up, and ran behind a nearby couch. His brow half crawled, half ran after him, giggling in the late afternoon sun that streamed through the windows. Their sister lay, swaddled in her crib, five months old, but already peering out at the world. She'd been alerted by her brother's play, though had not truly roused from her slumber, emerald orbs barely cracked open.

The nurse maid watched, keen and attentive, as the two lads dodged and weaved around corners. They were little darlings, and she did not know if she could allow the Lord to cast them out so quickly. They were dressed finely for his impending visit, dark silk to match the eldest one's unruly mane (which no comb could truly tame), and satin for the one whose golden curls were that of the lion banner - fluttering in the breeze outside.

The girl began to squirm, barely able to contain herself suddenly, wrapped in elegant and rich cotton. A pale fist reached out, a whine echoing from her, and the maid almost ran to fetch her before she could cry. "Hush, hush you two," she chastised softly, as she rocked the poor dear. They stopped almost immediately, gazing at her with their wide, pensive gazes.

Bright green gems with splinters of gold, and misty grey, so pretty and sparkling with true innocence. "Come close and I'll tell you a story, hm?" They did, ever attentive, and sat before her. Such good behavior! Such marvelous children, she began to whisper for them gently, a song of crows and dragons. Beasts and myth of Wildlings beyond the Wall. Her animation enraptured them, though she swore they could nearly understand her - the way they gasped and jumped at all the right moments. That was, till she heard the click of leather upon the stone, and rose to greet -

It had become a habit for her now, she would break fast alone in her chambers where she would eat along with once every few days having the tea. This had gone on for the better part of a year without anyone noticing. She would simply say she enjoyed those moments of privacy though no one but her handmaiden knew what sort of tea she was drinking as Shennen had it smuggled in on her own. 

@dreadtheroar (Walda)

Roose woke up when his alarm went off. His right hand felt very warm, buried between the pillows. He sat up. No, not pillows. Walda’s breasts.

Hmm.. he distinctly remembered sending her home the night before. Had she sneaked back in? He couldn’t bring himself to wake her though, as peaceful as she looked.

He brushed his teeth and went into the kitchen to make breakfast. Steel cut oats, he decided, and opened the cupboard door to find a bowl.

He paused. On the shelf sat two stacks of 4 bowls, each with a name carefully painted in different colours of glitter. 

Walder, Wallis, Walton, Walida, Walise, Walfred, Waldo, and Roose Jr.

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