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GoT LB: Chapter 12
🕑 Added 2025-08-07 17:57:10 +0000 UTCThe fallout of Lyanna being alive wasn’t that big; it just meant that Robert still married her and didn’t marry Cersei. Jon would be raised with his cousin ‘sister’ by Ashara Dayne, who would say that he was her son. She moved to Sunspear with Elia to raise their children together. Queen Rhaella had also survived giving birth to Daenerys with my help and followed them south. If I hadn’t made any changes, all four women would be dead along with most of their children.
Jon Snow was now Jon Dayne. Most houses didn’t name their bastards, giving them generic last names dependent on where they were born, but the Dayne house was different. We had our own set of rules, and anyone born from a Dayne was a Dayne ever since my father’s birth. It even created our house words. A Dayne is a Dayne. It meant that no matter who the parents were, a Dayne was still viewed as part of the family.
Besides not wanting my Aunt to die. I helped the four of them for the purpose of having their backing when the war of the five kings breaks out, and to make sure they don’t go against me, I took some of their blood. I doubt they knew exactly what I could do with their blood, but after seeing me use magic to make miracles happen, I bet they could put two and two together. Tywin wasn’t as rewarded for switching sides; he only had his son spared from being executed or sent to the wall, and there were no talks of betrothal.
Robert was still made King; there was no fight between Dorne and the king because Elia and her children weren’t slain. I moved to Sunspear as well, and it would be my base going forward, as I didn’t really feel a connection with Starfall. Besides visiting my mother until she passed, I wouldn’t spend any time there. That led me to the rewards I received for participating in the first mission.
Survive Robert’s Rebellion- Survive until Robert defeats Rhaegar. Awards 10 mutation points and doubles storage space
Secondary objectives- Take part in one of the battles. Assist either or both sides. Alter the outcome. Weaken one of the future five kings. Help Lyanna survive. 1/5 awards 3 mutation points, 3/5 awards 1 cubic foot of storage space, 5/5 awards a pokeball which will allow for one instantaneous warg connection
I accomplished all five secondary objectives and now hold an actual poke ball in my hand. The storage bonus was also applied first, then it was doubled, and the doubling effect was also applied to all my storage, not just the basic one, but the blood and money storage as well. The rewards weren’t all that amazing, but at least it was something. The thirteen points I received brought me up to sixteen, which was only enough to bump a common trait up to an uncommon one, and right now wasn’t the time to worry about that.
Upgrading spatial awareness to the next tier might be worth it, but it wasn’t necessary at the moment. The change the trait gave me was already good enough, and upgrading my dragonblood seemed to be the most important, but I needed fifty points for it. There was also another problem involving gaining points… I couldn’t just arm a peasant the moment I kill him and expect to be given a mutation.
It takes actual combat, an actual battle. The good thing I found out is that it didn’t take killing. If it were a mutual duel and I won by knocking them out, it still counted, but only those with a house name, while bastards or commonfolk still gave nothing. This method also only gave a mutation once every few months, so it wasn’t really cheatable either, and I hadn’t lost a fight since coming to this body, but I doubt it would do anything good. I could perhaps even lose mutation points if I lost a duel.
It meant that only in life or death fights would I be able to gain points, and even manufactured fights like telling someone that if they didn’t fight me, I’d kill them didn’t count. It meant the only thing that really made sense to focus on was finishing quests, and as I was still a very young boy, only growing my money while building up my army made sense.
Thirty-six men weren’t a small force, but compared to most houses, it wasn’t even worth mentioning. I wanted to build a spy network, perhaps purchase a few businesses, and keep filling my ranks with bastard born nobility with the promise of greatness if they stayed by my side. I wasn’t sure if hatching the dragons early would make the long night come early, but I doubted I even could hatch them before the same day that Daeny hatched them.
What she did was technically a blood ritual, and the one she did was most likely heavily based on celestial alignments, so she’d have burned alive or perhaps gotten lucky and been immune to fire, but wouldn’t have birthed the dragons if she had sacrificed herself even a month sooner or later than she did. I also wouldn’t let the children I saved go to waste; they would grow up respecting me and become important generals in my forces as they did so.
Starting with Viserys. He was a six-year-old boy now, but that was early enough to start his sword training, and I wasn’t going to have him be a complete waste, still thinking he could become king when he grew up. I’d break that part of him, the part that wanted to be king, as I forged him into a decent human being. Then I’d take Daenerys as a wife or concubine once I made a play for the throne.
I was still too young to do most things; the only thing I could do was bunker down and slowly grow my money and forces, and that is exactly what I did. At least for a few years, until I turned ten and Dorne received a letter that announced Lyanna had died giving birth to a daughter, and the king had already remarried Cersei.
It made me pause for a moment, because I had her promise to get a hold of me once she was pregnant again, so I could make sure she didn’t die during childbirth. The only thing that could mean is that she tried to get a hold of me, and someone stopped her from doing so. Only two people came to mind from the thought. Maester Pycell, who may have done it for the Lannisters, or the three-eyed crow, who needed Robert and Cersei together for his plans in the future.
Either way, I didn’t like the idea of playing into someone else's game. Now that I was ten and had grown my forces even more, it was time to focus on finishing quests again. The easiest way was to go buy a thousand unsullied… But that wasn’t enough, that was the bare minimum, and I wanted as many under my command as Daenerys had, at least eight thousand unquestionably loyal troops for me to rely on.
Dorne had done its best to placate the king, but he found out they were housing the Targaryians, which meant they either had to turn them over or kick them out of their capital. That would have been a problem near the end of the war, but more than a year had passed, and going across the sea made the most sense for them to avoid the king’s reach; he would only be able to send assassins instead of an army to deal with them.
We loaded ourselves up onto a few boats as I took my hundred most loyal men with me, leaving the rest in Dorne to continue recruiting more troops and people for the spy network. The best solution to getting the money for eight thousand unsullied was by completing a different quest. I was going to head to the Smoking Sea and see if I could get some Valyrian steel to bring back, and possibly a boatload of other valuables to sell for an army.
