Chapter 30

'Pure iron..'

'0.60% Carbon..'

'0.030% Phosphorus..'

'2% ground dragonglass..'

'0.040% Sulphur..'

'With my miner's eye, I can see the individual elements and make precise estimates of their value.'

The burning heat from the crucible melted everything that was added to it as I worked on homogenizing the molten steel.

'Casting a sword and forging a sword are two very different techniques. The ripples and the patterns on Valyrian steel are there because the steel was cast, not forged.'

I poured the molten steel from the crucible into the casts I had created.

The steel took shape and slowly solidified. Then, I got to work on smothening the edges and gave it a bevel. It took me hours, but, I was able to finish it within a day.

I reheated the sword blade and when it got red hot, I quickly dunked it into oil. There was no plume of fire and I took my time in quenching it until the blade was at room temperature.

I checked the sword for cracks and warping and sighed in relief upon finding none.

The hardest part was over.

After that, I spent hours on smoothening the blade and then giving it a sharp edge.

Finally, I made a hilt and a handle for the full tang sword.

After three days of ardous forging and crafting, the sword was finally finished.

[Congratulations. You have created your first Valyrian steel sword to completion.

You have reached adept level in smithing and smelting.

Reward: Smith's eye- You are able to see the flaws in a forged object with a simple glance]

'So, if I know the flaw, I can basically break a weapon with a blow if I hit it at the flawed point... Cool.'

Forging a halberd after forging the sword was much quicker because of the increased level. Finally, I had two weapons made of Valyrian steel.

[Doombringer (Valyrian Steel Halberd)

STR: 180

DEX: 120

Fire damage: 100

Axe proficiency: 150

Attack: 400

Cold resistance: 100

Properties: Unbreakable, forever sharp]

'... It's better than Dark Sister.'

[Shadowfang (Valyrian Steel Long-sword)

STR: 150

DEX: 150

Fire damage: 100

Sword proficiency: 200

Attack: 500

Cold resistance: 100

Properties: Unbreakable, forever sharp]

'... I'm awesome.'

I was feeling giddy. It wasn't everyday that one could forge Valyrian steel weapons from scratch. It was the ultimate steel in the world, the answer to plate armor and white walkers.

I walked out of the forge and breathed in the stench of the city.

... My mood was immediately soured.

A man suddenly came running to me and said, "Ser Curran! A rider is at the gates! It's a woman! She says her name is Lyanna Stark!"

... My mood was immediately lightened.

(ACJTF)

Lyanna remembered fighting the Kingsguard as they attacked her in order to capture her. She remembered fighting them off and charging towards Rhaegar to make him smile from ear to ear with her sword.

A member of the Kingsguard had come in betwwen her and Rhaegar.

She remembered slaying the man andmoving ahead to slay the degenerate dragon.

Then.. A glare from a sword and pain from her sword arm, followed by a blow to the back of her head.

Then... Darkness.

When she woke up, she found herself on a bed.

She had lost her hand and part of her fore-arm. The stump was bandaged, but, the pain was almost unbearable. She tried to move around and get up from the bed, but, she was too weak to do so.

Then, Rhaegar barged into the room and smiled when he saw that she was awake. He slowly walked to her bedside and said with a gentle smile, "I'm glad that you're awake. I was worried for you."

He sat beside her and caressed her face while saying, "Why did you do this, Lya? I thought.. That you loved me. I was greatly hurt when you laughed at me, Lya."

Lyanna seethed and disgust filled her as she tried to move away from Rhaegar's hand.

He gestured to his chest and said, "Your words wounded my heart. You shouldn't have rejected my love. Do you know what your decision has done? My poor, sweet Lya. Your father and borther had this... Unfathomable idea that I abducted you! I would never abduct you, my Lya, because we are in love. They even ran to my father and demanded my head!"

Lyanna was beginning to feel uncertainty over what she was just told. She knew of the mad king and his brand of justice.

"Sadly, in his madness, my father chose to kill the lord and his heir."

A gasp escaped Lyanna's throat and deep emotional pain rose in her chest as tears rolled from her eyes.

"Oh, it was terrible, I heard. Your father screamed as he was burnt alive while your brother strangled himself to death while trying to save Lord Stark. I can't believe my father would do such a thing."

He looked at Lyanna and immediately moved to wipe her tears while saying, "Shh.. Shh.. You have nothing to fear, Lya. My father will do nothing to you. After all, you are my love and I shall keep you safe. You will help me fulfill a prophecy. You will give me a daughter.. And she will be the Viseyna to my son Aegon."

Rhaegar smiled with his eyes widened with glee as Lyanna kept on crying, his hand still clenching around her face. "Sadly, that will have to wait. I am told that you need to recover before we can be wed under the eyes of the gods. Oh, Arthur.. Why did you hurt my Lya?"

Rhaegar bent down and planted a kiss on her brow while whispering, "Don't worry now. He won't hurt you again. I reprimanded him for what he did. Recover well, my Lya. I can barely wait for our wedding."

Lyanna cried and gasped as the monster left her alone.

Days went by and Rhaegar would come to see her and talk to her. He would even try to feed her with his own hands. When she refused to be fed by his hands, he would throw away the food and grab her hair before asking her to stop hurting him. In the end, the Kingsguard brought her food and she ate it with her own hand.

She was moved from one place to another until they reached Dorne.

The Dornish provided them asylum and Lyanna was given her own dungeonesque room. Rhaegar's visits became abusive when Lyanna continued refusing to reciprocate his love.

He would beat her and then apply tincture on her wounds in a loving way, asking her again to not hurt him anymore. He said that her rejection would pain him and wake the dragon inside him.

"You don't want to wake the dragon, right?" He would say.

Lyanna was not one to take abuse. She was waiting patiently for the right time. The time when her spoon was sharp enough. She had snuck a spoon with her from one of the taverns in their journey and had spent her lonesome hours sharpening it against the stone walls of the dungeon.

One day, the White Bull arrived with her food and placed it on the floor of the cell. He then got close to her and grabbed her by her hair.

"Word is that King's Landing was sacked by someone name Allan Curran. They say he killed the king and most of the men stationed at the city. I refuse to believe this shit! Who is Allan Curran? He did this for you. Which means that you know of him. Who is he?!"

Laughter escaped Lyanna's bruised face and she immediately stabbed the sharpened spoon into his throat! She pulled it out as the man gasped and clutched at his wound and moved away from her with horror.

"He's back... You want to know who Allan Curran is? He's my mentor and my closest friend."

Lyanna swiftly moved forward and stabbed the White Bull repeatedly in the neck and the throat before stabbing through his eyes and finally jabbing the spoon into his ear.

"To your prince, Allan Curran is a fucking nightmare."