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Year 277, four years before the rebellion.
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On the night of Arthur's seventeenth birthday, he went out to celebrate with the other's after they came back from a raid, perfectly coincidentally arriving on time to join him.
Over the years, nothing special had happened, only that his dragon's were now too big to keep hidden.
That happened on the first year, when a child had accidentally come across Dread, after seeing it's menacing appearance, the child was so scared he screamed, causing Dread to screech loudly in response to the child's scream.
Running away, Dread chased after the child, thinking it was food, Arthur naturally heard the screeching from Dread's mouth, so in response he chased after him.
"Hey!, stop chasing that kid!", he jumped up into the air, landing on top of Dread back, pinning it down, he looked around and saw numerous people's gazes had landed on the Dragon's appearance.
At that time, he simply sighed and told them about his three Dragon's and so no one dared to go up to his house anymore, as it contains numerous horrors of powerful beings.
The Dragon's sizes were that of 10 meters at that time, now in the year of 277, another full year, their sizes are now 50 meters, as for Percerax, that dragon's size is 80 meters long.
Today was Arthur's seventeenth birthday, sitting in a bar inside a longhouse, with his Dragon's chilling on the roof of it's roof.
He was sat down with several people, "how has your time been raiding those wildling's, I've been seeing less and less people coming back from your raids?".
Arthur holding a horn sat across from Ragnar asking him about his ventures, "ahhh.., like shit, they are all a bunch of unorganized idiots, if not for Thorkell, I'd probably not even be at this seat in one piece..".
Ragnar turned towards the main door and saw a giant eye peering into the longhouse, he couldn't help but shake his head and he nodded to Arthur for him to look too.
Arthur followed and he raised his hand to shoo it off the moment he saw the giant eye.
"Sorry about that, they're a little too clingy as of late, ignore them, let's drink till our leg's are unable to move!..", Arthur turned towards the barkeeper and shouted, "Ulther!, more mead!".
"Coming right up lad!".
The entire night was filled with Skal's and burping, until at the end a fight broke out, Ragnar's brother in midst of his of drunkenness, tried to make his moves on Lagerther.
This naturally had his balls caved in by her knee, in response he slapped her so hard she fell to the ground holding her cheek.
Hearing the commotion, everyone went to the sound and saw Ragnar's brother trying to rape Lagerther, Ragnar seeing this, pulled out an axe and chopped one of his arm's off.
"Aghh!", seeing his own arm twitching on the ground, he started to panic, Arthur had hold of Lagerther's shoulder as he pulled her behind him.
He stared down at Ragnar's brother, feeling the urge to stomp on his head, "bastard, it's my birthday and you try and pull this shit off, tonight was supposed to be a night of drinking and celebrating, not this cheap shit!".
Everyone seeing Arthur's sudden anger, alongside the hissing from outside due to the Dragon's feeling his rage, decided to pull him out of the room.
Ragnar had started shaking, he was deeply shocked by his own actions, watching Arthur being dragged off by everyone, he stared intently at his brother.
"Don't think you'll get away with this, you pulled your weapon on me within doors, you'll die for this.., Ragnar!".
Thors came back inside the room, he stared at Ragnar's brother for a moment, before pulling him out, "you know what you've done!, don't even think you can get away with this Ragn!..".
His words were cut short from Thors, who had knocked him out, clearly shutting him up from trying to get Ragnar riled up and attacking him again.
Arthur who had been dragged off, was sent home, he was completely drunk and upon getting home, he went straight to sleep.
Midway through the sleep, he could've sworn he was being tied up.
Especially hearing the noise around him sounding kind of erotic.
Frowning, he somewhat opened his eyes slightly and saw a woman, before being saddled, he felt hands on his throat with a strong tightening and a slight murmur, "stay asleep, this will all be over soon".
Arthur, just before passing out completely, was staring at a glowing golden rune on her lower stomach, his mind ablaze with countless questions.
He didn't have long due to the choking, he soon quickly passed out.
The next morning, he jumped up from the bed at a frightening speed, "what the fuck happened?..", holding his throat, he could still feel a slight stinging pain, his mind quickly whirling back to last night.
"What the hell happened?.., this?", his hand hovered over a golden stain on the sheets, touching the stain, he couldn't help but frown further in deep thought.
[Is this blood, but why is it gold, this entire situation is too weird, too fucking weird.]
Turning his head, he could hear scratching noises on the door, walking over to it, he opened it up and saw Noir sprinting past him, straight towards the bed.
After a few quick sniffs, he jumped off the bed and started doing spins on the floor, before stopping with a confused expression.
Arthur too, although he was close from laughing at what it just did, he knew what the wolf was doing.
"Can't find the scent huh?, now that's even more weird..", "Arthur!..", Arthur woke up from his confused state and turned around then saw Thorkell looking around his room with a frown.
"Arthur, you're presence is needed in the great hall for Ragnar's fate, everyone is waiting for you to arrive".
"Mm, I'll be right there, let me put some clothes on first", when Thorkell left, Arthur gave his bed one last gaze before leaving to the great hall.
In the great hall, Ragnar had his arms behind his back while kneeling on the ground, tied up for his fate from his last night's action, several elders of the village were seated and when they saw Arthur enter, they nodded to one another.
Ragnar turned his head to the side and nodded to Arthur, to which he nodded back, before taking his seat next to the elders.
"Begin the sentence".
"Ragnar!, you bastard!, I'll have your head!".
"Silence!".
Arthur glared at the bastard that spoke up, the air around him squeezing, making the other's struggling to catch their breaths.
"Arthur!", Thors yelled making Arthur snap out of it, breathing quickly himself he thought, [what the hell was that?...], Arthur secretly clenched his fists, he felt full of power and anger for some reason.
[The price of power I guess, well who cares.]
"Ahem, that was my fault, continue, but no more interruptions", Arthur stared at every member in the room then nodded in satisfaction after seeing their silence.
"Ragnar, do you have anything to say about raising your axe on your fellow brother?".
Ragnar stayed silent for a short while, before replying, "I did it.., I did it to protect my shield maidens honor", in the corner of the hall, Lagerther was shocked by his words, then she showed a small smile.
He was about to continue speaking but another elders face was so flushed by his stubborn response, he even started showing slight vein's, "fool!, there are rules for a reason, yet, you still pulled your metal against your brother!..".
Standing up, he pointed at Ragnar with a trembling finger, "I demand him to be executed by the pyre!", Arthur stared into Ragnar's eyes for a moment, he showed a smile and shook his head.
"Old man, let him finish, he still has his right to fight his way out of this", Arthur ignored the elder and signalled for Ragnar to continue his speach in his defense.
"I am to marry Lagerther!, I have pledged to be her husband!, anyone that is to dishonor this marriage!, shall face the wrath of our God's!".
He slowly stood up and stared at his surroundings, turning back to the elders he smiled slightly and bowed his head a little, clearly he was mocking their leadership, "dear elders, if defending my soon to be wife is seen as worthy of execution.., then what will become of every man that tries to defend his loved ones".
The elders all trembled in anger, their breathing ragged, Arthur quickly covered up his mouth and raised his hand, to silence the 'pfffs' in the crowd.
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King's Landing, The Red Keep.
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Rickard and Brandon Stark were seen kneeling in front of Aerys in the hall of the Red Keep, "I asked you to come here two year's ago, and yet you dare make it a two year trip!, I asked you to be here in two weeks!, do you want me to burn you alive!.., are you trying to rebel against your King!".
"We wouldn't dare too your grace, we simply had a lot to deal with in the North, many bandit's and the other house's had been stirring up trouble as of late, but we have managed to quell their current greed and came here right away".
Brandon nodded to his father's words, the North had been growing rather rampant as of late, it was as if they all had felt an impending doom.
"I asked you a question!.., I said are you trying to rebel!, don't make me say it again!, or I'll have you both executed, right here and now!".
Rickard quickly looked up and responded quickly, "no, your grace, we simply thought of the future of the Seven Kingdoms, we seek for peace under our current leadership".
[Did this bastard just say our leadership!.], Aerys glared at Rickard, his gaze landing on Brandon with extreme hostility, just before he was about to let out his frenzied order, someone walked into the Red Keeps hall, interrupting the questioning.
"My king, the tourney for this week, needs your personal signatur..", the Maestor stopped his words and quickly bowed.
Aerys stood up and glared down at the two Stark's, as he walked down the steps of his throne, "we'll finish up with this conversation after the tourney".
Both Brandon and Rickard frowned upon hearing this, slowly standing up, they bowed to Aerys and left the hall.
Aerys kept his eyes on their leaving backs until they were fully gone, "you!, guard's!, burn this fool for interrupting me!, his King!".
"No!, your grace!, please!", he was quickly silenced with a punch to the face by one of the guards, knocking his teeth onto the ground, he was quickly subdued, "stop!, don't sully his blood here!, take him to crypts!".
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