Robert
His Royal ass sat upon the throne, waiting eagerly for his guests. He did not receive many good visits, most were small lordlings pleading for favors or something of the sort. No, this time he would receive the sons of his dear brother in all except blood. Warriors of the North, or at least they would be in the future.
Varys had been sharing some of their adventures along the way, for in each inn and town they passed, the smallfolk had adored them. They had helped reconstruct a mill belonging to an old couple beside the river, they had taken care of a band of robbers famous for their impunity on the roads, and they had exchanged a cart of food in a poor town for some bracelets a little girl had made.
The southern snakes around him tried to poison his ears. "A united North they present themselves," they said, "a political maneuver," or "a bunch of barbarians not knowing their place." But Robert knew better. They were like him once, a bunch of kids finally away from their mothers' skirts, eager to carve names for themselves. And so, he would receive them as such.
Of course, their safety was more than assured thanks to the scrawny little rat accompanying them. After the last disrespect to his royal belly, Robert had started training again to show the brat he was still a warrior king... and maybe finally fight someone worth the trouble.
And his nameday coincides with his visit, he thought, grinning. Maybe I can take him for his first experience to my favorite brothel.
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The group, composed of the wolves, the krakens, and the lizards, advanced toward King's Landing. They could see caravans of people coming and going, yet respectful enough, or perhaps afraid enough, to clear the way. Then, like a knight riding in a joust, the smell collided with them.
"So it was true. You can smell the shit from five miles away," said Jon. He looked less like a resentful bastard now and more like a boy in growth, aware and awake to the world around him. A Stark in all but name.
"I was hoping the rumors were lies," Robb said from his horse, riding with a sense of Northern duty that mirrored his father's.
"Rumors, lies... how many people have you asked who gave you the exact same answer?" Theon asked in a restrained but friendly voice.
"They were smallfolk answering to a young lord," Domeric added gallantly. His wavy hair had grown longer, flowing in a way that recalled a knight from a children's tale. "Half of them were scared to death, and the other half just wanted to say 'Yes, sir' and bag some coin."
"Can't smell it," Meera said, her hunter's outfit contrasting deeply with her emerald eyes.
"We have smelled worse—" Jojen added, his eyes losing focus for a second. "—and Theon, you should walk to the left."
The Greyjoy looked at him, nodded, and stepped left, narrowly avoiding a small pile of human waste in the road.
"Disgusting," Theon muttered, tossing a penny toward Jojen. Jojen caught it without looking. The group watched them in intrigue until Jojen shrugged.
"A penny for each time I help him avoid stepping on shit," he said, as the group recalled the horrible luck that tended to haunt Theon on their travels.
"Ladies and gentlemen, our guide has come," Sebastian said, walking ahead to meet him.
The man rode a grey stallion, Honor the songs called him, and looked like a prince out of a fairy tale. He was a more mature version of Domeric, with lustrous blond hair.
"Greetings, young lords. The King awaits you in the Red Keep. My name is Jaime Lannister of the Kingsguard, and I have come to escort you." Ser Jaime smiled with a charm that seemed to enchant everything around them.
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Robb
The group entered the throne room in order of importance: Robb and Theon first, Domeric third, Jon fourth, and Jojen and Meera fifth and sixth. They paid their respects with impeccable decorum. Robb hid his nervousness by recalling tales his father shared about Robert Baratheon, the Warrior King, his friend, and their campaigns.
The courtroom felt slightly empty. Nobles in stag adorned clothes surrounded the throne, while three blond children, two boys and a girl, stood at the front. When Robb looked up, he finally saw the King in all his... well, his majesty. He could see the ghost of the warrior Robert once was, but he couldn't help thinking that Ser Jaime looked more like a king than the King himself.
Robb's eyes drifted to the side where the Kingsguard stood. He recognized an older knight. Ser Barristan Selmy, Robb thought, trying to keep his giddiness in check. They had all grown up on his stories thanks to Old Nan.
Suddenly, his nose was invaded by the pungent smell of flowers and roses. A bald man in expensive clothes smiled and nodded in his direction.
"Welcome to King's Landing! I am Robert Baratheon, First of His Name, King of the Andals, the Rhoynar, and the First Men. These are my children: Joffrey, Tommen, and Myrcella Baratheon," the King announced with a boisterous laugh.
Then, he said something that shocked Robb. "And where is the masked rat?"
Robb froze.
Did something happen? he thought
"Here, your gallant, heroic, magnificent King," Sebastian expressed with wholehearted reverence.
"Quit with your bootlicking-" growled the King "-I already dismissed the usual bootlickers to receive a friend's sons" Robert said, explaining the emptiness of the room.
"Oh, but that is so hard, my King, for your brilliance dazzles my eyes—"
Robb's eyes widened as the King rose from his throne and threw a wine glass at Sebastian. Sebastian simply side-stepped it and began reciting exaggerated poems about the King while the rest of the court ignored them entirely. Only Robb's group looked confused, the royal children simply sat nearby at a table filled with snacks. To Robb's bewilderment, this interaction seemed quite common.
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In a private room, finally alone, King Robert drank beside Sebastian. Peace and quiet at last. But the King was not stupid.
"What did you want?" he asked, munching on fermented bread and cheese. It was a delight alongside Sebastian's homemade beer.
"The kids were nervous. I just provided entertainment," Sebastian explained while eating.
"Yes, yes, and I am the Queen of the Seven Kingdoms," Robert humored. Sebastian looked him up and down with unusual seriousness.
"And it seems my Queen is to give birth soon. Congratulations are in order."
Robert laughed, hearty and happy. Then, he let silence fill the room. It was a comfortable silence, the kind a warrior needs when laying an ambush.
"What do you think about joining Joffrey with Sansa?" Robert asked.
Sebastian pondered for a moment. "I wouldn't advise it, my lord."
Sebastian had voiced exactly what was roaming Robert's mind.
"Why?" the King asked. It looked good on paper, even Jon Arryn agreed it was wise.
"Would you rob a daughter from her family without being able to guarantee her safety?" Sebastian asked. Like a lance, he struck the heart of the problem.
Robert sighed. It was the truth. He had dismissed the southern snakes today just to protect the Northern kids. But for how long? Joffrey would be King one day, but he was more Lannister than Baratheon.
"So, you would rather me be robbed of my dear daughter?" Robert asked.
Sebastian shrugged for he knew that Robert already knew the answer to that.
Robert knew his daughter would be safe in the North, perhaps a little cold, but safe.
His eyes focused once more.
"What have you come south for, Bastian?"
The boy froze like a marble statue. He removed his mask, looked Robert in the eyes, and confessed. "I think my time will come, my King. I am just making my farewells."
Robert drank deeply to soften the blow. "Are they coming back?" he asked, knowing the burden on Bastian's shoulders.
"Indeed. They come in waves, and the mask is barely restraining it. I am uniting the North and helping the Starks however I can."
Robert looked into his eyes.
"What do you need from me?" He was no longer Robert the king, or the whoremonger Robert.
He was just Robert.
"Would you legitimize Jon Snow?" Bastian asked
Robert sighed.
"I could, yes. But we both know how that could disrupt the North. In the future, maybe... but I would need Ned's approval."
He paused.
"For you, I would gladly legitimize you. Erase the 'Pyke' and make you Bastian Greyjoy.-" he mused "-You could take those pustulous islands off my back. But you don't want that, do you?"
Bastian shook his head.
"I need to kill him first, Robert. You know that."
"Aye. But the old gods and the new would curse you for kinslaying."
Bastian deactivated his Sharingan. The rubies in his eyes faded to a blue as soft as a summer sky, perfect 'smiling eyes' though they held a flicker of unadulterated rage. "Mayhaps. But we both know that Euron Greyjoy must die."
Silence overwhelmed the room, Robert sighed.
"Perhaps. Perhaps not, but that is the future," Robert said, laughing to cut the tension. "For now, I think I can help you with the Snow issue."
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A/N: Ta daaa, the revelation. Him is Euron Greyjoy, father of bastian pyke. Or Sebastian (or Sebastiene) pick your poison. That's why I have been writing "the krakens" in plural, for theon and Bastian. (Theon doesnt know he is his cousin).Hope you like it, add stones, comments, reviews.
A/N2: Heyaa, so I realized that some people may not be aware of who Euron Greyjoy (the biological dad of our dear transmigrator Sebastian/Bastian) is.
Euron Greyjoy is a character of the books (he appears in the show, but they portrayed in a meehh way). He is the brother of Baelon Greyjoy (theon and asha/yara's father, Lord of the Iron Islands). And, you know how the cold ones are dangerous and all of that, well, Euron is being presented as the worst of the worst.
*He commands a float called the silence, made out of men whose tongues were cut out and warges into them (which is taboo).
*He killed his brother Baelor (not shown, but implied),
*SA his own brother(the priest),
*slept with the wife of his other brother (Victarion),
*slept with a woman, got her pregnant and while she dreamed of being her wife, he tied her naked and pregnant to the front of the ship.
*He posses Valyrian armor (which is ultrarare) and a horn that can BIND dragons to his Will
*He keeps priests/septons captured and tortures/rps/mock them for their faith.
In the books, his presence is tied to more lovecraftian horror, and how his motives are aphoteosis (becoming a god). So yeah, he is a horrible, horrible monster, whos biological "sons" is our mc, born Bastian Pyke, but he uses his identity Sebastian. Euron did something to Sebastian, and now Sebastian is suffering the consequences (how he uses his mask and the visions/murdery intentions in his mind). So yeah, death to Euron!
A/N3: due to before, I will change the name of the chapter from the subtle blue of a summer sky to " reception and revelation"