N-M Chapter 415 – The Chaos Spreads Across Westeros.
Chapter 415 – The Chaos Spreads Across Westeros.
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Third Person POV
Westeros, 300 AC.
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Within the next moon since the last meeting, when discussions about Jon Arctic and the Arctican army began, a lot happened.
To begin with, on the same day of the meeting, Tyrion demanded answers from his father.
Tywin truly confirmed the letter, when only 4 members of the family remained at the council table.
"The maesters believed that your mother was the mad king's lover and that you were a bastard child of that absurdity."
That destroyed Tyrion the very moment the first words left his father's mouth, filled with contempt and hatred.
Even his brother and his uncle were horrified. Looking at Tyrion with pity...
"So you're saying my mother was poisoned during pregnancy… by the very maester of Casterly Rock?!" Tyrion shouted.
His cup had fallen to the ground, the wine spreading, but he didn't even care. He only looked at his father with tears falling from his eyes.
"So you're saying I was born like this because of that?" His gaze turned to his uncle and to Jaime, who stared at him with pity, horror… and even anger.
"Yes. You were born that way due to the poisons," Tywin admitted, reluctantly.
And Tyrion realized.
Even so, he stared at his father intensely, hoping to find something beyond the contempt he had shown him over the years. Perhaps understanding, at the very least. After all, if that were true, he was not to blame for being born that way. He was not to blame for his mother's death.
But Tywin only stared at him with the same cold judgment as always — the same that Cersei had always shown earlier. Even knowing his situation, there had been no change in that hatred.
And Tyrion found nothing but the usual contempt in his father there. That cold gleam… as if none of it mattered. As if he was still a mistake, a mistake he wanted to be rid of, a mistake that was never welcome.
It was merely a fact that Tywin had to accept for the good of the family.
Nothing more.
Tyrion felt as if he had swallowed a knife.
'They don't even care…', he realized.
At least his father and his sister… they would continue treating him as always: a monster. Nothing changed, even now knowing the truth.
'I am the monster even though it's not my fault… they still see me the same way.' A monster born and the killer of Joanna Lannister.
'The son who killed her at birth.'
'He will always be the unwanted son.'
'The brother who killed their mother.'
It gnawed at him from within.
His father continued speaking, first saying he would meet with Varys to learn everything about these secret orders from the maesters. Then he was saying he would already send a letter to Casterly Rock to arrest the maester and throw him into the dungeons until his return. He would deal with the bastard personally.
Tywin did not know that, some days earlier, Genna had already received a similar letter, in Casterly Rock — containing a set of documents detailing the actions of the castle's own maester.
There were records of the poisonings during the pregnancy… and even after Tyrion's birth.
They were not exactly the same documents sent to King's Landing. Jon had divided the material — one part went to the capital, another to the Lannisters in Casterly Rock.
The raven, this time, went straight to Genna. She found it strange when she saw it enter her chambers, but still, she took the document.
And froze when she saw the symbol on the wax seal. She read carefully… but her eyes widened in the next moment.
The letter did not contain a direct message. Only evidence. Evidence against the maester himself.
Revealing, once again, with each line, that Joanna needed the maester… while he was slowly poisoning her, without anyone noticing.
His intention was to kill the baby. But the baby not only was born, despite the deformity… as Joanna was also killed because of it.
Genna Lannister continued reviewing the papers several times. She knew that Tywin would never forgive that, if it were true.
She knew the handwriting well, and it was indeed the maester's writing. His signature.
The first thing she did was leave the room and go straight to Tywin's solar. There were always two guards there, preventing anyone from entering.
But she had the key, one left directly to her. Her brother always left it with her when he was away, after all the solar should have documents or be used when an emergency happened. Which was the case.
The men were surprised. "Let me pass," she said, firmly as she stopped in front of them.
"My lady…" They tried to argue, after all the solar was not used when Tywin was away.
"Do you really think Tywin would not allow me to enter his solar if it were not an emergency?" she showed the key.
They hesitated, but nodded in the end.
Casterly Rock was also much more reinforced after what had happened less than a year ago, when a group of Arctic's men managed to enter and kidnap Joy. Tywin's solar was as guarded as the vault and was never again left without supervision at the entrance.
In any case, she entered. The place smelled of old wood and accumulated wax from used candles. Since no one opened the windows without Tywin in the castle, the air stayed stale.
She did not care about the smell and kept walking through the place. The first thing she did was open the window. Then, she went straight to the drawers, looking for letters.=
She searched for any document with the maester's handwriting. She found a manuscript. The maester gave some instructions about a problem in a small village near Casterly Rock. He spoke about repairing a well.
But she was not interested in that, but in the handwriting. She compared it with the papers she had brought from the strange raven. There were small differences — the more recent writing seemed more fragile, more shaky —, but it was still the same.
There was no doubt. Looking at the dates of the documents… everything matched.
"My lady?" It was at that moment that the voice of the one she least wanted to hear at that moment appeared.
The maester appeared at the door. "Is everything alright?" he asked, curious.
"I was passing through the corridor when I saw the door open. The guards said you were in here. Is there anything I can help you with? Do you need anything?" Always helpful.
Genna raised her gaze.
A cold gaze.
Something she had never imagined directing at a maester. "You…" She seemed unable to control herself.
Joanna… poor Joanna… had been poisoned by that filthy creature who lived under their roof. And poor Tyrion… had probably been born that way because of that poison.
Genna grabbed a golden candlestick that Tywin kept on the table to hold candles, both for reading documents or writing reports.
And she advanced, going around the table and heading toward the maester with a blazing look.
The maester realized something was wrong. He stepped back toward the door as she got too close.
Genna's gaze held nothing friendly. There was a gleam of hatred he had never seen in the blonde.
"Lady Genna, what are you— Ahhh!" He barely finished.
She had already lunged, striking him with the golden candlestick directly in the face.
"AHHH!!" The man screamed, falling backward, trying to escape the blow. He groaned, dazed as he hit his head against the wall.
The guards entered the room, startled, and widened their eyes upon seeing the scene. Genna did not seem willing to stop.
"I'm going to kill you!" she shouted, advancing again.
The guards reacted quickly, holding the maester, while one of them pulled Genna back.
"Let me kill him!" she shouted, struggling.
"My lady, what are you doing? He is the maester!", the guards were completely lost.
"No! He is a murderer! Let me kill him!", Genna kept shouting.
"Please, calm down! You cannot kill him!", they pleaded.
After some time, she began to calm down. The maester was on the ground, with a broken and bleeding nose, looking at her in horror.
Genna took a deep breath. She did not advance again, but continued staring at him with pure hatred.
"My lady… what have I done for you to act this way?", the old maester murmured.
"Don't come with that, you murderer! I know everything! Don't come to me with that soft and weak voice, you wretch! If it were Tywin here right now, you would already be dead! Your head would be on a spike in front of our gate!", Genna shouted.
The guards did not understand anything, and the shouting was already drawing too much attention. More men began to approach, and one of the commanders of the Rock's guard arrived.
"What is happening here?!" he demanded to know, and the guards exchanged looks.
"I don't know how to say… Lady Genna simply snapped," one of them murmured.
"I did not snap!", she shouted, turning to him, then looked directly at the commander.
"I want you to put this man in the darkest and filthiest cell in this castle. He will receive no visitors. He will receive only food and water so he does not die. That is an order."
The commander looked at her as if he thought she had gone mad. "My lady… why are you doing this?"
Genna was still in command of the castle. Her orders were Tywin's orders in his absence, and Kevan's.
But that seemed far too extreme. Why arrest the maester?
It was then that she turned, threw the candlestick to the floor, picked up the documents and the letter from Arctica from the table, and showed the first parchment. "Do you recognize this handwriting?"
The commander looked, hesitant. "Yes… it is the maester's...", he murmured.
"Then read this!" She pointed to one of the passages on the second paper with the broken Arctic seal. There were several documents, but that one in particular detailed the poisoning of Joanna during pregnancy.
The man read it, and his eyes widened. The date, the signature, it was all the maester's.
He simply swallowed hard and set the paper down, shifting his gaze between the guards, to the maester being helped to his feet with blood running from his nose, trying to clean himself.
"Arrest him now," Genna spoke again, defying any opposition.
The man nodded. "Do as Lady Lannister says..." the commander said. The soldiers hesitated for a moment, but nodded. "Take him. Put him in the darkest cell we have." added the captain of the guard.
"Wait! What is happening? Why are you doing this?", the maester seemed terrified, still wiping the blood.
The men had no choice but to obey the orders. Whatever was written there, it was enough for Genna to try to kill him and for the commander to give the harshest kind of treatment.
The guards dragged him away, taking him to the worst place in Casterly Rock.
Genna did not even leave the solar. She picked up a quill, ink, and parchment, and began writing an urgent letter to Tywin, reporting everything that had happened.
There was a small chance he would be furious with her for acting on her own so quickly. But she could not stand still, knowing that Joanna's murderer walked freely through the castle and try to pretend that this was not happening.
When she finished the letter, she personally went to the rookery. She took one of the ravens bound for King's Landing and sent it. She should remain calm about her actions, she knew Tywin would do the same if he knew this about Joanna.
Perhaps he would immediately rush to Casterly Rock. Perhaps not, after all, she remembered very well the symbol sealed on the letters she had received.
That meant that that realm had turned its gaze toward the Seven Kingdoms. And they were using what they had stolen from the Citadel years ago to strike at the lords and the maesters.
It was obvious they were doing that on purpose. But now… that no longer mattered.
At the same time, in King's Landing, on that same day, Tyrion had left the meeting frustrated. He went to one of Littlefinger's brothels and began to drink himself senseless for the rest of the day, until nightfall. Ordering wine one after another.
"My lord…" He heard a young voice.
He raised his eyes and saw Podrick Payne.
"Ah… you're there, you're still my squire?", Tyrion said, drunk, looking at Podrick approaching.
He was slumped in a corner of the brothel, with several bottles and some cups scattered around him. Even the prostitutes looked at him cautiously.
He had dismissed all the prostitutes, told them to stay away, and kept only asking for drink and not to be disturbed.
Littlefinger was the first to appear after that, but Tyrion simply sent him away.
He did not want company. None.
Oberyn was the second to approach, upon hearing he was there. He had an interest — he wanted information. He thought he might get it from a drunk dwarf.
But Tyrion merely looked at the prince. "Go fuck yourself and leave me alone."
The Prince of Dorne only laughed at the dwarf's attitude, but immediately realized that he was not just miserable, he was broken, and that a man like that was not worth disturbing.
Whatever had happened after the meeting… it had shaken him deeply.
Probably because of Joanna, his mother. The prince realized as he walked away from the dwarf. Because of the poisoning during the pregnancy.
Podrick was the third to approach at that moment. "I think I am still your squire, Lord Lannister..." said the young man.
"Podrick… I like you, you know that... But right now, can you leave me alone?", Tyrion said, calmly, despite the slurred voice and the smell of wine.
"My lord… are you alright? You are even refusing women… I have never seen that," the young man murmured.
"Today I'm not in the mood," Tyrion replied. "Now leave me alone, understood?"
"If you want to talk…", Podrick began, hesitant.
"If I want to talk, you say... Then let me talk to myself," Tyrion decided, crookedly.
Podrick pressed his lips together, but nodded and stood up to step away.
"You know he still blames me?" Tyrion's voice sounded.
Podrick stopped when Tyrion said that, without any context. "I'm sorry, my lord…", he said, looking at Tyrion, who was staring down.
Then Tyrion looked at Podrick, and tears began to run down Tyrion's eyes.
"He still blames me. Says it was still because of me that my mother was poisoned, because I decided to exist at that moment... Either way… I killed her. If it weren't for me, my mother would be alive," Tyrion said, crying.
Even the nearby women looked horrified. Podrick had never seen Tyrion in that state.
There… crying like a child.
"Now leave me alone," was all Tyrion said before lowering his head and crying.
Podrick seemed reluctant, but nodded. And he ended up finding Jaime at the entrance of the brothel.
"My lord?" the young man asked.
Jaime immediately realized. "My brother…?"
Podrick simply pointed.
Jaime frowned and followed. When he entered, he found Tyrion there… still crying.
He stopped a few meters away, looking at Tyrion crying among the drinks. Jaime had seen his brother low many times, but he had never seen him like this.
"It's not your fault, brother. Don't listen to father's madness...", was all Jaime managed to say as he sat beside his brother and embraced Tyrion.
Lysa Arryn had indeed been convinced by Baelish. She began sending letters throughout the Vale a few days after the meeting about Pycelle and the arrival of the Arcticans.
In the following days, many lords of the Vale were surprised to receive the summons, stating that they would enter the war against Arctic, after remaining neutral throughout the War of the Five Kings.
But it made sense. Arctic went against many of the Vale's values, especially regarding faith. After they killed the High Septon and other priests of the Seven, several grand maesters of the order and sacked Oldtown, they came to be seen as enemies by many lords of the Vale.
It did not take long for forces to begin gathering.
A large concentration of warships began to form in Gulltown, one of the largest ports in the Vale, in the following week.
"And so, what do you think of this?", Andar asked Yohn Royce, his father and lord of Runestone, observing the movement of the Vale and reading the letters.
"It is somewhat frustrating that our lady calls us now, after we remained neutral during the War of the Five Kings. But, whether we like it or not, the Vale will be divided by this," murmured Lord Royce to his son.
"Many are in favor of Ned Stark, aren't they, father?", his son asked.
"Of course they are. Ned Stark's words still carry weight. He stated that his nephew was the king of Westeros, and the Vale will take that into account. Many of our lords will be in favor… others against, due to what those people did to Oldtown."
"Do you think the rumor about the dragon is true? If he really has a dragon as large as they say… we may have problems," said Andar, concerned.
"That will be dealt with when the time comes. For now, let's see how the Vale reacts… especially with all this chaos against the maesters spreading everywhere," Yohn replied.
Lysa Arryn had certainly sent orders, but the Vale did not seem to respond as she wanted.
That was because, at that moment, all the seats of the great houses were facing problems with the strange letters that had arrived bearing Arctic's symbol.
Many claimed it was a provocation to stir discord and divide the lords from their maesters, but there was information that was impossible to deny, pure espionage for the order. Attempts to control the events of Westeros since the beginning of the order.
The maester of Runestone was, at that moment, in a cell, placed there by Yohn himself, who hated to learn that he had been spied on the entire time. They even had plans for his eldest daughter, Ysilla.
He searched the maester's chambers and found papers that said that at that moment, the maester had already been whispering in his ear with innocent comments about such things.
So it was throughout the Vale, the letters revealed that the maesters had been spying and manipulating events over the years, for a very long time. Some even exposed historical events that had been influenced by them.
The anger came most strongly from those who had mainly had something to lose, throughout history — lands, money, people — and where the maesters had been involved with whispers in their ears.
These lords now filled their dungeons with the "gray rats" and sent letters to the Citadel, demanding explanations… or threatening to execute the maesters.
Westeros was in chaos. And in the middle of it, the real threat was approaching.
The council was lost, Tywin was watching lords imprison their maesters one after another. Varys had been reporting how each one dealt with the information they received from each house. And all of it was legitimate information.
How did he get all of this? How did he have ravens for every house in Westeros? How did he know how to strike and create a chaos that Westeros had never been so divided by? The lords themselves would begin to distrust their own letters, after all, it could be a maester sending false news.
The Citadel was even more pressured in the midst of all this.
Requests for explanations, for reparations, requests for rescues, declarations of maesters already dead, or of those who would soon be executed. There were even declarations of war.
Almost no one looked kindly upon the Citadel at that moment. These ravens from Arctic simply changed all perception and trust in the maesters. At the same time that the lords would have more difficulty handling matters without that knowledge and counsel.
Westeros had everything to lose with lords too proud to forgive someone who had been spying and even sabotaging their house.
Olenna was nervous, the Tyrells were in the middle of all this, being the lords of the Reach. Tywin would certainly like to watch and enjoy seeing that woman biting her nails, but it was not amusing.
Tywin looked at all the chaos with unfocused eyes. This was bad, very bad for him.
And to think that there was an order that neither he nor anyone else knew about, acting secretly through historical events. It was basically like this: Tywin Lannister only managed to gain what he gained against the Targaryens because the Citadel allowed it. After all, all maesters had to support the Lannisters after the order came from the Citadel. If the Lannisters had supported Aerys, the Citadel would have done everything in its power to destroy the mad king and his family, even if it took the Lannisters down with them.
Then, 2 weeks since the first meeting, Jon of Arctic's own letters began to arrive.
One for each lord that Jon had selected. Direct and personal messages. Just as he had done with the lords of the North, a letter of threat or counsel.
Tywin received his. And Tyrion had to attend another meeting — something he had been trying to avoid in the last two weeks since the matter of his mother.
But that time there was no choice. It was a direct order from his father. Meanwhile, the armies were already being prepared for the conflict against Arctic.
Tywin showed the letter and asked Kevan to read it.
["From the King of Arctic, Jon Arctic, to Lord Tywin Lannister of Casterly Rock, or, the current Hand of the King.
Lord Lannister, it has been many years since we last met. I look forward to our next meeting. I know how you must be positioning yourself after everything that has happened. It was certainly a mess at that time, I admit.
Unfortunately, in the past year, I was busy far to the North, fighting the dead. I hope you can understand why I did not take part in that great game you started in the south.
Because of that, I was also unable to communicate with the south for some moons. It was only at the end of the war that I began to discover what had happened.
First… I discovered that my uncle had been executed by your grandson's bastard. I can say I was not pleased with that at all. Even more so with Lord Stark's final act — declaring my identity.
And yes… it is true. I am Aegon Targaryen.
I had known this for many years, but I was more interested in shaping the realm I built from nothing than in seeking a throne far to the south.
However, now that the war against the dead is over… and everything is returning to normal… I can finally turn my attention to the south.
And I am coming. I expect a good reception.
After all, as Aegon Targaryen, I not only have to avenge my uncle… but also settle certain accounts.
That dog of yours, whom I ironically turned into a eunuch and a cripple, killed my brother and Elia Martell. And he is still alive.
A shame I did not know that at the time. If I had, I would have taken him to Arctic… and tortured him until his body collapsed.
I would also have dealt with you in Lannisport differently. Back then… I had the opportunity to act.
And I did not. That will not be repeated.
I am coming to Westeros. I intend to collect the debt the Lannisters owe me — both for the death of my uncle and my brother.
I want this to be very clear: I intend to kill you, your daughter, and your bastard grandson.
And if Joffrey is reading this as well… you can be certain that, by the end of this war, your head will be severed.
All those who support House Lannister will also be treated as traitors. We will strike down any army that stands before us.
You may say that I lead savages, but I assure you: my armies are far more powerful than any other in the Seven Kingdoms.
You have no idea what is coming.
To us, north of the Wall, you are the true savages — lacking proper technology, combat tactics, and military strategy, as we have and have developed here.
But do not worry. We will not keep arguing about who is better. We will prove it on the battlefield. It will be a spectacle.
And soon, there will be news, Lord Tywin. News that will mark the Lannisters forever.
But I cannot say it now… that would spoil the surprise. So I want you to be very attentive in the coming days.
And don't go crying, alright… little lion?
And Joffrey… scream as much as you want. I have already seen a bit of your personality.
It is pathetic. A king who looks more like a spoiled and cruel child, who hides behind men while he cowers or runs to his mother. I saw what happened at the Battle of Blackwater, mommy called and you ran to her leaving your men behind, as I said, pathetic, perhaps the most spoiled and pathetic king in the history of the Seven Kingdoms.
Just don't beg when I am standing before you, with a sword in hand, executing you in front of all of King's Landing.
Otherwise… I will start to laugh. And I will remember that I warned you about this, right here, in this very letter you are reading.
And I will take pleasure in tearing off your head… just as you did to my uncle."]
With those words, the letter ended. And there were various reactions from each member of the council.
Two weeks later, the news came that changed everything. The houses of the western coasts began to send messages. The North began to send messages.
A fleet of Arctic ships was sailing down… and had reached the Iron Islands.
At that moment, the West was still dealing with the ironborn, who were attacking their coasts. Knowing that a fleet of three hundred ships was now advancing south… completely changed the game.
Especially because the armies were concentrated in the Crownlands, waiting for the attack coming from that direction. That caught the entire council by surprise once again.
At the same time, at that moment, from the Wall to Dorne, a network of eyes, real-time visions, was established for Jon. He now had eyes and ears across all seven kingdoms. Nothing escaped him anymore, he could hear every conversation and see everything he needed to continue the war.
And north of the Wall, in Arctic, the kingdom also began its second movement against the Seven Kingdoms, the army within the realm began to move once again.
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I hope Jon's message did not come across as too childish. I thought he would mock Tywin at this moment. If it seems a bit idiotic, I can rewrite it with something more serious, but without changing the overall message.
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