GOT: Wolf Becomes Stag

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"Ummh…"

Robert didn't ask for it.

"Mmm…"

But as the morning came and he sat down in the bathtub, Lynesse took it upon herself to help the King clean. He didn't know that she also planned to use her mouth to clean him, or rather suck him dry that morning.

After a few initial declines, he stopped and relaxed as soon as he felt her soft mouth around his cockhead. It was a wonderful sensation, a great start to a morning. Her naked beauty was worth appreciating, and he was also a simple man who appreciated it.

Arms spread wide, neck hanging back, Lynesse in front of him between his legs. He felt relaxed, even if it was shameful in his heart. He somewhat understood why Robert had that Red Keep maid bring breakfast in strange manners.

Half an hour later, he finished his bath and stepped out of the water, cleaned thoroughly outside and inside his balls at that point. He donned his tunic and breeches and left the cabin to get some fresh air from the sea.

As expected. He found all the Kingsguards and other sailors eying him with knowing gazes. Clearly, Lynesse had been very vocal the previous night.

"Anything noteworthy, Barristan?" He asked as he arrived at the front of the ship.

"Other than a few loud noises last night, nothing out of the ordinary, Your Grace."

Robert ignored that small jibe and looked ahead. He could see a landmass on their right, they had entered the Stepstones, no doubt. Hopefully, Sunspear was just a day ahead.

"What of the Dornish ship?"

"Captain said there was no visible change in the route. The Dornish don't seem to have anything planned," Barristan answered, but he was no fool. "Yet. I'll have the men ready once we're approaching the port."

"Do that," Robert muttered.

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Casterly Rock, Westerlands.

The Old Lion had gone silent more than he was before. The shame, the hurt, and the damage to his pride inflicted by Robert and the actions of Cersei had left him broken and seething inside. He ate just for the sake of being alive, he drank just for the sake of drinking.

"The word has come from the North," Kevan Lannister stated, his voice low but steady as he stood before his brother's table. "Robert never intended to send Tommen to the Wall. It was but a ruse to compel Jaime to take the oath of the Night's Watch. Robert has played us for fools!"

Tywin coldly looked at the missive that had arrived. Dark circles underneath his eyes, his fist clenched the paper until his nails dug into his palm. "Robert's intention was clear… to ensure that Jaime cannot father an heir. Now, should he have one, it shall bear the mark of a bastard."

Kevan sighed, pained. Lancel was killed in the whole mess too, after all.

House Lannister had suffered a great defeat without losing a single soldier. They felt enraged about Cersei, but at the same time, it was their own blood.

"W-What should we do now, Tywin?"

Tywin let out a weary sigh, his gaze drifting to his brother. It angered him to endure disrespect without exacting some measure of retribution.

"What are the Ironborns up to these days?"

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There was tension as soon as the fleet reached the port of Sunspear. It wasn't as big as the port in Starfall, but it was still one of the busiest in Westeros. Sunspear itself was majestic and humongous, a walled settlement, protected by three massive Winding Walls, encircling one another and containing miles of narrow alleys, hidden courts, and noisy bazaars.

"It's often called the Old Palace," Barristan muttered. "The town outside is a town in all but name. No more than a queer, dusty mess of narrow streets."

"They call themselves prince and princess." Robert sneered a little. Dorne had always been an eyesore in the Seven Kingdoms. "I have a bad feeling about this, Barristan."

It was almost night, and they had arrived on time. Only Robert's ship was moving towards the docks while the rest anchored a little away. The scent of airy heat mixed with fish and spices hit their noses. A lot of trade happened there.

I don't see any sigil of Martells to welcome me. Robert frowned at the ordinary sight. Normally, even if he were to visit Lannisport, at least some effort would have been made to put on a show.

"Keep my warhammer with you," Robert ordered. "Tell Lynesse to stay on the ship."

Right then, Prince Tragar came out of the cabin and approached Robert. This was where his journey came to an end.

"I still struggle to grasp all that has transpired on this voyage, but I shall hold to our agreement, Your Grace. Life debts are not easily forgotten," Prince Tragar said, bowing his head as he continued. "Lynesse was to your taste, then? I suspected as much, her voice last night was... unmistakable. Should your gaze wander again, Lys can offer you another—perhaps one with hair like silver moonlight."

Robert merely nodded at that. He didn't want to talk about Lynesse. Not until she truly makes up her mind. "I suggest investing in a better ship, Prince Tragar. You won't always find a king nearby."

"Haha, of course, Your Grace. The moment I set foot in Lys, I'll see to it that my former shipwright is hanged, alongside the merchant who swindled me. Then, perhaps, I'll seek a more capable builder in King's Landing."

"You're always welcome."

Right then, their ship tied the rope at the port, and the gangway was set for them to disembark. As expected, Prince Tragar left immediately as he had no business with the King or the Martells at the moment.

Furthermore, even Tragar could feel that something wasn't right. The King had arrived and yet there was no welcoming party waiting for him.

Robert had already worn better clothes fitting his status. The Kingsguard had also cleaned their golden armor and wore their capes. Yet, not a single soul approached the ship to welcome the King.

"Barristan, send someone to inquire."

Quickly, Barristan sent one of the Kingsguards with three ordinary soldiers towards the Sunspear castle. Without any horses, they had to walk through the busy bazaars and streets, approaching the castle's gate.

Back on the ship, an hour passed, and then two. The men sent didn't return even then.

"Prepare for battle." Robert made up his mind and grabbed his warhammer. "Bring Clegane to the deck. Make him scream his lungs out."

Following that, the entire ship prepared itself for the worst-case scenarios. Men prepared themselves to cut the ropes if needed. The men near the sails readied themselves to act on the captain's command.

A few moments later, even Gregor Clegane was brought on deck, arms broken, his legs chained. He was made to kneel, and then a whip with nails across it was used to tear apart Gregor's entire back.

"Aaaaargh!"

Gregor roared in pain.

Pa!

Robert himself whipped the giant man. "Pour salt on his wounds."

As expected, people at the port started to gather near the ship to see where that cry was coming from. At that point, Ser Barristan announced that it was Gregor Clegane. Nobody felt bad from the cries anymore.

"Aaaaaaa!"

Robert didn't stop, not even counting the whips. If the Martells didn't come over quickly, he was willing to kill the Mountain and leave the same way they had arrived.

Pa!

Pa!

Right as the Mountain was on the verge of collapsing, some commotion came from the gangway side. Soon after, a man in Dornish clothing arrived, followed by five Dornish soldiers. Robert recognized him right away.

"I think that is enough, Your Grace. Leave some for me."

Robert stopped, his expression unchanged. "Took you long enough, Prince Oberyn."

"I… It took some convincing to my elder brother. Don't mind the delay, Your Grace. You are welcome to Sunspear." Oberyn spread his arms and gestured to follow. "The horses have been prepared."

"Convincing? Prince Doran does not welcome me?" Robert didn't move.

"A bitter aftertaste of bad memories, nothing more, Your Grace. Doran loved Elia, and the rebellion stole her from us. You, the face of that rebellion... my brother, of course, felt something." Oberyn descended the gangway, his gaze never leaving the King. "But now, all is well. He greets you with open arms—not only for the gift you bring, but for the chance to right the wrongs long buried beneath the sands."

Riddles. Too many riddles. Robert could already feel that Dorne was slipping away.

"Lead the way."

Robert descended the ship with all his Kingsguards and mounted the horses. Following Prince Oberyn, they made a quick way into Sunspear. The mighty castle had tall walls and towers reaching a hundred feet high. An ancient marvel that was still occupied by the same family as the first.

Yet, there was no calm that Robert found. Even as they entered the castle walls, there was no welcome. When they stopped at the castle's entrance, there was nobody but some soldiers to greet them.

A welcome out of necessity?

"This way, Your Grace. My brother and my sweet niece await you in the Tower of the Sun."

Robert felt annoyed already. Niece? Arianne Martell?

Through the many corridors, twists, turns, and staircases in the castle, they finally arrived at a large double-door frame. Guards were standing outside holding spears. However, on the wall adjacent to the door frame was a portrait that left Robert frozen for a few seconds.

A warning? A threat?

Robert sighed and walked past the portrait hanging on the wall—a feminine face, violet eyes, and long white hair—Daenerys Targaryen, he reckoned.

Ah, Dorne is lost.

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