130 CHAPTER 130

A/N: I have started writing another Fan-fic, this one is a One Piece fan-fic called Sword Saint In The One Piece (D&D) if you are interested, please take a look.

If you want to donate or read up to 35 chapters ahead, you can visit my p-a-t-r-e-on/kurowashi

If you see grammar errors, please let me know so I can fix them and I'm always open to constructive criticism.

I would like it if you guys left some reviews.

Thank you for your good words and support.

------

CHAPTER 130

289 AC

POV ROBERT BARATHEON

I have welcomed another annoying day of court today. It was getting so much fun. It was just like the old times. We are just a week away from the invasion of Iron Island, and my golden bitch wants me to kill someone seen as the hero of the North, and for what? Defending his knightly honor ... That idiot Lannister knight openly mocked a Northern knight with his words. If anyone other than Ned was the paramount of the North, we would be having a court about the execution of that knight.

I can't punish Aermir, but even if my idiot son deserved that hit, it is a fact a subject can't hit their ruler; I have to at least execute his pet. It is such waste that beast would be a force to reckon with in a battle, and I was really looking forward to seeing it in action.

Everyone was starting to take their place. My good queen and our whiny son were here too. It was pathetic; he was still crying about a hit to his face even after a day's passing. I don't understand how I could have a son like him, but on the other hand, my father had a son like Renly. I still have a hard time believing my own brother is a sword swallower. As the court started, all the lords started to bicker like bitches in a brothel.

...

After half an hour of needless bickering, at last, the time comes for the sentencing. I raised my hand to silence them all, and suddenly there was silence.

"There is no need to call for Ser Drasil, and he didn't do anything warranting a punishment."

Cersei jumped up from her place and was about to object, but I pointed at her and said in a furious voice,

"Silence, woman! I am talking here. When I'm saying my piece, there isn't a place for you to say any words on top of mine! As the king of the Seven Kingdoms, I cannot punish a knight when all he is doing is defending his honor against malicious words. That is my final verdict about Ser Drasil, but things are different for his pet. The pet hurt the crown prince, and that is a crime without any excuse. So, I senten..."

Just before I could finish my words, a big golden eagle swooped down and turned into a man covered with moss, branches, and leaves. He had a wooden mask shaped like an old man's face and a long beard made of moss and leaves. When he talked, the mask moved like a real face. It was a bit unnerving to see, and I was so shocked that I didn't know what to do.

"Greetings to everyone here; I am Druid Emrys, Priest of the Old Gods."

All those who had been frozen came to their senses after a few seconds, and one of the first to wake up was Ser Selmy, who leaped briskly before me and drew his sword and aimed it at the Druid.

"For now, there is no reason to be on the defense against me. Right now, I am here as a friend to all those who are respectful to the Old Gods. I'm just here to prevent The King of the Andals and Rhoynars from making a big mistake against the Old Gods."

Hearing what he said made me sneer at him; most people didn't realize what he did; he basically threatened me and declared me as the king of Andals and Rhoynars, that is all, not the First Men. Ser Selmy must have noticed what had happened, for he sternly suggested to the Druid.

"Druid Emrys, please use the proper titles for our king. He is also the king of the First Men."

"I am sorry I didn't know he was a descendant of the Greenhand or the Winter King."

Sir Selmy hesitantly replied,

"He is ... He is not a descent of neither."

"Then I am confused. Is he a believer of the Old Gods?"

"He is the Defender of Faith and devout believer of The Seven."

"Then I am more confused. How can someone like that... Ah, never mind... We are not here for that, King Robert; I am here today to deliver a message from the Old Gods."

Is this man declaring he can talk to the gods? We can see from his entrance he is no mummer but a message from the gods.

"Don't get me wrong, I cannot talk to the gods, but they can send images and messages to me; we call them Green Dreams. Anyway, from what I gather, you were getting ready to spit on the face of the Old Gods. Is that true?"

I was getting more confused by the second this Druid was jumping from one subject to another without any notice; just a second ago, he challenged my legitimacy, and now he was trying to alienate the Northern men against me.

"I was not doing such a thing, and if you keep talking in such a disrespectful way, I have no other choice but to punish you even if you really are the priest of the old gods. A priest cannot talk to his king like such!"

"Ah, yes. A priest cannot talk to his king like that, but I do not have a king. The only ones I listen to are the Old Gods, and other than them, no one can order me around."

"You insolent!.."

Mandon Moore must have had enough upon my shout. He attacked the Druid, but what came next was more frightening.

"Zagon jelmāz (call lightning)."

Suddenly, a giant lightning bolt struck Sir Moore's head in this clear sky, and his completely charred body fell to the ground. Everyone remained silent as if they had swallowed their tongues, and Ser Selmy's shout broke the veil of silence.

"Protect the King, attack!!"

The Druid turned into an eagle again, landed on one of the buildings, and turned into a human again. Meanwhile, the Lannister archers that filled around us started attacking with their bows and crossbows, but the Druid stood on the roof as if nothing had happened and none of the arrows hit him. The Druid brought his hand to his mouth and pretended to yawn, then gestured with his hands as if to tell us to calm down.

"Please calm down. I don't want to hurt anyone, but if you keep attacking me, you give me no choice but to defend myself seriously."

He just killed one of the deadliest fighters in Westeros, and he wasn't even fighting seriously.