6th Month of 288 A.C. Stormlands

King Robert I Baratheon

The war, it had come as he had thought it would. He had waited for years, wanting it come, desiring it to come and for him to take the revenge he felt he was owed. The Targaryens had cheated him of his revenge during the rebellion, and now he was determined to ensure it was had. That it was the silver cunt, and not his brother, leading the host was something that made it all the nicer. The silver cunt who had taken Lyanna, and Lyanna, the woman who had spat on his family, on him, she was his queen now supposedly, and it was time, time for his revenge.

That Ned had sided with the Targaryens had come as a big blow to him, he had still thought that his friend was his friend, and yet it seemed that his friend was also a traitor, being a traitor it seemed ran in the family. Robert would have the man killed himself when the time was right, when he was done with this fool and his army. Gods the anger within him was so strong was now building within him and he was determined to make sure that it came out of him now. There was much and more that needed to be done with the realm, changes that needed to be made, and people who needed to be destroyed.

The men were alive with the action that was coming toward them, Robert was glad of that, he had not been sure how the men would react to him, coming from the crownlands as they did. The crownlands had traditionally been loyal to the dragons, and as such Robert had been surprised that they had come to march for him so willingly, they had proven their mettle during the heat of battle against Connington and his little shit of an army, and now they were going to fight the silver cunt and his army, and Robert could not wait to fight him, and kill him for good.

They rode forward, pushing through the men that were coming toward them, Robert had his hammer ready, preparing for their lances, and he would not bother with the lances, they were not for real men, real men did not fight with lances, they fought with their weapons from the off. Robert swings his hammer as the first man comes toward him, he swats him down, laughing as the man falls down to his death, he continues onward, his Kingsguard at his side, the Kingsguard, what a useless institution, created because the Targaryens were fools and could not defend themselves. Onward they ride, he swings his hammer and another man falls down, Robert roars and moves onward, looking for the man who caused his life's hell.

He swings his hammer, feeling the crunch of bone on it, and he laughs. He feels so alive, so very alive, it is something that he has not felt in a long time, and now he feels it he will not let it go now. He swings his hammer and more and more of these fools fighting for the silver cunt, all of them are falling down, their heads broken, there is blood pouring down onto the ground and he feels alive, so very alive. Onward he goes, swinging down and up, there and there more men are coming toward him and they are falling, falling down and breaking themselves on his hammer. Onward, onward, more and more, the blood is rushing toward his main enemy, he can see him somewhere, somewhere, somewhere there and on this path he goes.

More men come toward him and more men fall, his horse is beginning to tire now, and there are now more men of his that are falling down. He seethes at that, and now begins prowling toward the enemy lines, he can see a flash of white nearby and he charges toward it, roaring, and screaming the words he has long wanted to say. "Come here you coward, fight me and die, come here and face your destiny, and die like a man." He bellows, swatting down more men, and more and more and more.

It seems the coward's men are acting as his shield for they come charging toward him, bellowing at him, demanding he throw down his weapons and resign his post. He laughs and continues killing them, swinging his hammer, onward it goes, more and more men fall before him, and more and more rise. He swings and they fall, he rides and they come back once more, more of them, always more, and it seems they have not learned their lesson, he continues to kill them, and his hammer is covered with blood. So much blood, it seems his reign is made within blood, he does not have a problem with that, on it went, through the fog of the war, his hammer his constant companion, and then he sees him.

The prick is dressed in black as night armour, his Kingsguard at his side fighting, Robert roars and the man looks at him. Robert, speeds his horse on and charges toward the man, his hammer at the ready. He knocks two men out of the way, and then another, and another, and then he is before him. Rhaegar Targaryen, the fool, the cur, he roars and then they clash. Sword on hammer, sparks begin to fly, Robert makes his move, and he breaks the lock and begins moving toward pummelling Rhaegar Targaryen. He gets a few good blows in, but misses a few as well, Rhaegar manages to hit him as well, Robert roars at this, and continues swinging his hammer. On and on they go, forward and backwards, through thick and thin, the push is something, it is most definitely something. He grunts with the effort, but continues anyway.

His vision is growing blurry, but he continues to fight, he hits Rhaegar hard with his hammer, and he sees the man wince, but then the man hits his helmet, and Robert's vision continues to falter, but onward he fights. And then it happens, the world begins going black, and he begins to fall, fall, fall, the ground is a welcoming blow when it comes.

9th Month of 288 A.C. King's Landing

King Rhaegar I Targaryen

It was done, he was king, and the thing he had looked for, for five years was now finally his. The fighting in the Stormlands had been something fierce, it had raged and raged, and he had taken more than one wound during the fighting. And then Baratheon had come to fight him, and he had thought that that might be it, but he had survived. Somehow he had survived, that was something he was thankful for, that he had managed to survive and now, well now he was haunted by the image of Baratheon falling down and creeping its way into his mind, it haunted him but slowly he hoped for it to fade.

His mother and siblings had come back to King's Landing as well, though his mother was in ill health, and that was something he was desperately worried about. He did not know what to make of that, he did not know what was wrong with her nor what was going to make her better, it was frustrating, he was very desperate, very desperate for her to heal, but there were many other things that needed to be done. His coronation had taken place and had been something that had been a burden on him, he and Lyanna had been crowned, and he had taken the crown of his ancestor and made sure to make the statement that this was a new age for his dynasty.

His first court session was in now in place as he looks around the room, he sees some very prominent figures there, men who have helped him regain his throne, and he feels very grateful for that. Clearing his throat he speaks. "My lords and ladies, I thank you all for coming. It has been a long time coming, many decisions were made in the past that have cost us many things, but that is in the past now. It is time for us to look toward the future and to ensure that the land is safe and secure for our children. The present is the perfect time for that, and so it is with that in mind that I make these next few pronouncements." He takes a deep breath and then continues. "Lords Tywin Lannister, Jon Arryn, Robert and Stannis Baratheon have been stripped of their lordships and attainted. In their place, Tyrion Lannister, Harrold Hardying and Renly Baratheon and Prince Jaehaerys Targaryen shall assume their lordships." He pauses and there is some murmuring at that, but he continues. "Robert Baratheon's wife Cersei and his son Joffrey are to be separated, Cersei is to join the Silent Sisters and Joffrey is to join the Night's Watch." Again there is murmuring, but Rhaegar merely ignores it, and then continues. "Lord Eddard Stark is confirmed as Lord of Winterfell and Warden of the North, Lord Edmure Tully is confirmed as Lord of Riverrun and Lord Paramount of the Riverlands, Prince Doran as Prince of Dorne, Lord Maron Greyjoy as Lord of the Iron Islands." The Iron Islands had been in the midst of their own war during this war, but it seemed things had calmed down now. He takes another breath and then says. "As for our small council, we have named Eddard Stark as hand of the king, Lord Rodrik Harlaw as master of ships, Lord Mathis Rowan as master of laws, Lord Varys as master of whispers, Grand Maester Gormon, Lord Wyman Manderly as master of coin and finally Ser Gerold Hightower as Lord Commander of the Kingsguard." He finishes then, stands and takes his wife's hand, walks out of the throne room smiling. It has begun, and it has ended. He is king and now the games can begin.