Warning: This chapter will probably be the messier so far. My Beta Reader just told me that she can't beta for me (or anyone at the moment.)

So I'm really sorry if you find a lot of grammatical mistakes on this chapter. English is my second language.

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Chapter 5: Paying with Iron and Gold (1/3)

Raziel Baratheon:

The Crown Prince was on the training yard about to spar with one of the squires present there. The squire was two years older than himself but Raziel was OK to be in a disadvantage, he was the youngest one in the training yard so he didn't really have anyone else. You don't get to choose your opponents in a actual fight, that was something that Ser Barristan Selmy told him once.

"Ready... GO!"

The squire charged at him without mercy and tried to swing the sword clumsily at him. Raziel easily parry the attack and hits the squire in the leg with the sparring sword.

"AHRH!" He yells in pain after Raziel's attack. He swings the sword again with the same level of clumsiness from early which in response Raziel swiftly dodged the attack by moving his head down and followed by hitting him on the rip. "AAHHG! Dammit!" He yelled again in both pain and anger.

"You swing that like a flail." Raziel commented, it wasn't meant to be a insult but a observation but the squire apparently took it as a insult as he again swings the sparring sword at Raziel who easily deflects his clumsy blows. The squire was starting to annoy Raziel with his anger, this is supposed to be a training match but he's taking personally. As he keeps deflecting his attacks, Raziel sees a opening and decides to attack. He deflects the attack one more time before swinging the sword at the squire's forearm, which caused him to drop the sword.

"AAAHHHHH!" He yelled in pain.

"That's enough." Benedict Broom, the master-at-arms at Casterly Rock spoke. "The Prince is the winner." He announces Raziel as the winner of the match. He then reproaches the squire to talk to him. "Tell me, what were you mistakes in this match?" The master-at-arms asked him.

"I... I don't know." He told him as Raziel stood the observing.

"Your mistakes was precisely what the Prince told you." He bluntly told him. "You swing your sword like it's a flail.

Raziel just kept observing the squire. He's a squire from House Algood, though Raziel doesn't really know what he is of them. He just stood there waiting for the lecture to be finished so he can go to the next sparring match. Luckily, the lecture was quick and Raziel got to go to the next fight. The other squire there was a squire from House Crakehall, which the members tend to be big-boned and strong. This squire was a big and fat boy, Raziel could tell that he was strong.

Raziel and the squire got into positions and prepared for the sparring match.

"Ready...GO!"

The moment the squire attacked, Raziel knew that he had more skill than the other one. Though his attacks were more precise, they were slower as well. Rather than parry the attack, Raziel decided to dodge by moving back. Then when the squire attempted to swing at him again, he moved to the left while ducking. Raziel just kept dodging his attacks a few more times until the squire started to exhaling out of tiredness.

The reason Raziel decided to dodge instead of attacking, is because he noticed that the squire was heavy breathing during the training. He came to the conclusion that while the squire was strong, he had a really poor stamina. The squire goes at him again and Raziel basically repeats the same act, dodging his attacks to tire him down. After three more attacks the squire stops.

"I yield." The squire spoke while panting heavily. Raziel could only watch the fat boy try really hard to keep himself standing.

"By the seven." The master-at-arms spoke in deep frustration while having his hand on his forehead. "Well, that was awful. I wasn't expecting much, but you two failed to meet even my lowest expectations." He then turned to Raziel. "My Prince you did great today, you can go now if you like because I'm going to have to put this two through a intense training after this poor display of combat skills from them."

All that Raziel did was nod before turning around and walking away from them.

As soon as the prince left the training yard, his sworn shield showed up and told him that his grandfather wanted to see him. The two then made heir way to the warden of the west's solar to see what he wanted.

The two kept walking until Raziel decides to ask a question to him. "Are you afraid of fire?"

"What?" Sandor Clegane asked in confusion.

"The other day, I notice that got spooked when one of the servants lighted a torch besides you." Since Sandor has to accompany Raziel everywhere he goes, he couldn't help but notice this type of things.

"Are you commanding me to answer?" Sandor asked him without showing any type of emotion.

"No, just asking." Raziel answered. "You don't have to answer if don't want to."

Sandor seemed to have decided not to answer since he didn't spoke after Raziel finished. He was trying to make conversation with The Hound mostly because he was now stuck with him. He could ask his mother for another sworn-shield but there was a possibility of him getting someone worse. At least he was a skilled fighter and that was good enough for the prince.

The two kept walking until they arrived at Tywin's door. Raziel knocked on the door.

"Come in." He heard his grandfather speaking.

His grandfather sat him down at times in order to give him some lessons of leadership and strategy. His mother asked for details of this lessons after he received them, Raziel gave without question since he knew it was a bad idea to deny his mother.

"Are you familiar with the battle of the bells?" Tywin asked him.

The Battle of the Bells was a battle fought during Robert's Rebellion between royalist and rebel forces at Stoney Sept in the southwestern riverlands. It is so-named because at the beginning of the battle the town's sept tolled its bells to warn the citizens of the battle and to persuade them to stay inside their houses. The battle was won by the rebel army, although the royalists were able to retreat in good order.

"Yes, father told that story a lot of times." Raziel answered as he sipped a glass of water.

"Tell me, why did the Targaryens royalists lost that battle?" Tywin asked him.

"Lord Jon Connington,who was hand of the king at time and the one leading the search for my father wasted too much time." Raziel explained. "The time that took Eddard Stark and Hoster Tully to come down upon the town with a rebel army."

"Very good but speaking of Jon Connington, what should have he done instead to ensure the victory?"

"He should have burned the entire city to the ground." Raziel responded him . "Mother told me, that's what you would have done if you were there in his place."

"Exactly, and do you know why?" It wasn't really a question but Raziel listened closely. "Others might claim that the war was lost when Prince Rhaegar fell to your father's warhammer on the Trident, but the Battle of the Trident would never have been fought if the griffin had only slain the stag there in Stoney Sept." Tywin just explained as he listened closely. "Jon Connington wanted the glory of slaying Robert in single combat. That was the reason why he searched the city rather than just burn it." Tywin then stood up and went to the window. "His petty attempt of personal glory cost him everything, now tell me, was it worth it?"

"No." Raziel said as soon as he was asked.

"That is something you should understand as soon as possible." Tywin turned and looked at him with his green eyes. "Don't waste your time worrying what other people think of you, Jon Connington didn't just lost because he wanted glory, he lost mainly because he was worried of being seen as a butcher." Tywin told him. "Your uncle Jaime biggest flaw is that he worries too much what other people think of him, he might pretend otherwise but any fool can see that hearing someone whispering Kingslayer behind his back bothers him."

"A lion doesn't concern himself with the opinions of a sheep." Raziel spoke in response getting lord Tywin's full attention.

"Did you mother told you that?" Tywin asked.

"So many times that it had become tedious." Raziel answered.

"Good." Tywin then went to sit back on his chair before pointing at a painting. "Do you know who that is?"

Raziel took a look at the paining that his grandfather had in his solar. It was a fat man with the Lannister blond hair and green eyes. He instantly figured it out who it was. "That's your father, Tytos Lannister."

"Very good, but he was also known as The Laughing Lion or The Toothless Lion." There was a quick change of expression on his grandfather's face for a minute that Raziel couldn't help but notice. A certain disdain, he does the same thing when he looks at his Uncle Tyrion. "My own father was gentle and amiable, but so weak his bannerman mocked him in their cups. Some saw fit to defy him openly. Other lords borrowed our gold and never troubled to repay it. At court they japed of toothless lions." Strangely Raziel felt something strange coming from his grandfather when he speaks of him, there wasn't any disdain on his voice it was just...

Disappointment.

Raziel was very curious about something. "Did you love him?"

"Yes, but I also despise him." Tywin came back to his normal voice. "He's the reason to why I dedicate my life to maintaining the Lannisters' prestige, and ensuring House Lannister is respected. The respect and prestige that he almost destroyed with his weakness."

"I see."

Whatever he was going to say next, it was interrupted by a knock on the door.

"Come in." His grandfather spoke.

Entering the door was a big man with broad shoulders and a thick waist with short blond hair and he has a close-cropped, yellow beard that follows the line of his massive jaw.

"Kevan, you have returned." His grandfather spoke.

"I came here to bring the news of the negotiations." Kevan spoke in return. "You must be the Prince, I'm Kevan Lannister your mother's uncle." He introduced himself to the prince extending his hand.

Raziel smiled and shakes his granduncle's hand. "Good to meet you."

"We'll finish this conversation later, run along now." Tywin ordered Raziel who simply obeyed and left the solar.

Raziel left his grandfather solar and walked towards Joy's room to spend some time with her. Joy was a little upset because she hadn't received any letters from her father. Raziel himself was waiting for a letter from Dany. He wanted to make sure that she received the gift that he send her. As he made his way towards the tower which Joy's room is located, Raziel passes through Myrcella's room. He stops there for a second.

He tried to speak with Myrcella several times since her mother's death, but she would just yell at him and tell him to leave. Raziel decided to make a small stop there to make a visit. Even if she just kicked him out, it was still a worth a try.

"Wait by the door." Raziel said to Sandor, who just nodded in response.

Raziel slowly opened the door in order to not make any noise. He then enters it on his tip toes very slowly. He makes his way to her bed, where she was lying peacefully. As soon as he got close to the bed, she noticed him.

"Go away." She orders him.

Raziel just stood there with his arms folded. As a response Myrcella picks up a pillow and throws at Raziel's face.

"Go Away!" She yells.

He just stood there looking at her. Myrcella stared back for a few seconds before turning her back to him. Raziel didn't want to be mean to her but he was tired of waiting for her to stop being sad, he knows that it won't happen any time soon but he was tired of seeing her like this. He moves and lays besides her. There was something that Raziel was considering telling her but he was afraid that it might make her upset, but it was better than nothing.

"They might have found Tommen." Raziel told her. The moment that he said that, Myrcella quickly turned to face Raziel.

"Really?" She asked him.

"Might... Mother told me that Uncle Jaime and Uncle Tyrion went to check a castle where grandfather thinks that the ones who took Tommen are hiding."

"But they could find him there... right?" She asked him with a lot of hope.

"Well... Yes, they could." Raziel affirmed. "But there a chance that they don't find him." He explained.

Myrcella after hearing that sat up on the bed with Raziel quickly doing the same. She was looking down sad with her curls covering her face a bit. Raziel simply moved her hair off her face gently before putting his hands on her cheeks and moving her head up to look at him. "You know, you can't be like this forever." Raziel told her.

"Why not?" She spoke with a emotionless voice. "Mother is dead and I may never see my little brother again." She said as tears started to fall from her eyes. "And soon enough you gonna leave too, remember."

"Whoever took Tommen has plans for him, otherwise he wouldn't have went through all the trouble of doing it otherwise." Raziel told her. "And what do you think is gonna happened, that we never see each other again? or that I'm going to forget about you while I'm away? I'll never do that." Raziel said with a smile.

"Really?" She asked him.

"Of course... and until they say that Tommen is dead, I believe there still hope to find him." Raziel assured her.

"I hope you're right... and... Thank you." She spoke with a weak smile.

After that the two stared at each other's eyes for a bit. Then suddenly Raziel wanted to do something, he didn't know why he wanted to do that all of a sudden. He approached his face to Myrcella's and kissed her in the lips, it was just a simple chaste kiss but it was longer than the first one he gave her. Myrcella didn't say anything or moved, she closed her eyes and accepted. After a minute or two the cousins separated and Raziel noticed that Myrcella's cheeks were a bit red.

"Why did you do that?" Myrcella asked with a low voice while staring at his blue eyes.

"I like kissing." Raziel said with a smile. It was true, he does enjoy kissing quite a bit, he wonders if it is because of the kisses that his mother gives him. "How about you come play with me and Joy... She misses you too."

Myrcella stayed quite a bit, she looked like she was thinking. "Okay."

Raziel quickly lighten up. "Really?! Yes!"

Jaime Lannister:

Both the Kingslayer and the Imp were on top of their horses in direction of the Crag. The two brothers were already tired of this trip, Tyrion more than Jaime as the dwarf didn't really understood why he was there to begin with.

"Do you think we gonna find something there?" Jaime asked Tyrion.

"To be honest, it could be anyone taking refuge in Tarbeck Hall." Tyrion replied. "It could be a group of hermits, hedge knights, a group of male whores and the list could go on and on." He joked as he gulped a bit of wine. "Honestly, you would have to be really stupid to take refuge in a castle that has been abandoned for years and expect no one to notice."

"Especially when it's a castle that our father destroyed." Jaime added.

"Well... Ironborn aren't exactly known for their wits." Tyrion pointed out.

"They were witty enough to invade Casterly Rock, weren't they?." Jaime also pointed out.

"Considering who our father is, I wouldn't call whoever's idea was it, wise." Tyrion articulated.

"I guess."

The kept on galloping without much thought about the whole situation. Although Jaime had something on his mind that he wanted to discuss with someone.

"Why do you think this happened?" Jaime asked his brother.

"What?" Tyrion made a confused look.

"I mean... I understand the northmen's motivation but, what could the Ironborn possible gain with this?" Jaime explained. It was a doubt that he still couldn't understand, they just lost a rebellion and most of their forces were diminished. He knew that it wasn't anything ordered by the Lord Reaper of Pyke since both his son and daughter were hostages to the crown.

"I assume that is something that House Drumm planned themselves, it's unlikely that this is something that involves the rest of the Iron Islands. What happened feels more like a attack to our house than anything else." Tyrion presented his theory to Jaime.

"But why?" Jaime asked in doubt.

"That's the whole point, why? Why go through all this trouble knowing very well what our father would do to his house in retaliation." Tyrion seemed deep in thought about this whole matter. Suddenly he lifts a finger and asked Jaime a question. "During the rebellion, did you do anything in particular with house Drumm?"

"Not really." Jaime was quick to reply. "I led the attack on the Isle of Harlaw against House Harlaw, I killed a bunch of man that day but... I really don't think any of them were from house Drumm."

"Then I don't have anymore ideas." Tyrion spoke. "Whatever it was, it doesn't really matter anyway. The important thing is get Tommen back."

"Yes."

He didn't show it but he was very worried about Tommen. Although he was closer to Myrcella it didn't mean that he didn't care for Tommen. Honestly, Jaime couldn't wait until he was old enough so the two could train together. Apparently, he didn't even had to wait since the Prince started as early as three. The thought disturbed him a bit. Since Maegor the Cruel received his first sword at the age of three, and took to swordplay at once. He supposedly immediately butchered a cat with the sword, although some doubt the truth of this tale.

Luckily there were no such incident with the Prince. Well even if it did, Cersei would have just swept under the carpet and blamed someone else for it. At least that's what Jaime thought. He did his best to avoid his nephew, mostly for two reasons. He couldn't stop seeing the king every time he looked at the boy, but the problem is that the boy also looked a lot like Cersei and himself if he had to be honest. The other reason was how close Cersei was with the boy, the closeness was what disturbed him the most to be honest. Jaime noticed some strange things going on between the two, more from his sister side since the boy doesn't seem aware of it.

"Look." Jaime heard Tyrion say. "I can see the Crag."

Jaime looks at a distance and he also sees the castle from afar. He then looks at the sun, which was starting to set. "We're arrive by nightfall."

"Good, we're out of wine."

Denys Drumm:

The spare heir of House Drumm was sitting down with his fellow Ironborn. Eating fish and drinking ale as some are complaining about the heat while others are complaining about not having a woman to fuck. Denys didn't care about any of those things however. Currently he was waiting for his father and brother to show up with the rest of their man.

Although there were major set back on his plan, he was still going to follow through it. He had to keep Jorah Mormont on a cell, so he won't cause any trouble. He had to put the child in the same cell as him, because one of his man couldn't control his cock and took the maid that they brought to watch over the boy and had his way with her, but when she hit his head with a rock, he killed her. Denys ordered Andrik to carve him up in response.

He was drinking a coup of ale as he watched some three of his man play the finger dance. But one of the idiots didn't catch the axe and it flew straight to his face, the impact split his face in half and he fell into the ground right away with the blood starting to drip from the split.

"Bloody hell... Toss his body into the sea and sent him to the Drowned God's watery halls." Denys ordered as he finished his drink.

The Ironman that were playing with him, nodded and dragged the corpse away. Soon after that, he heard someone yelling.

"There's a ship approaching!" The one on top of the near ruined tower yelled to everyone. Denys put him in there and told him to warn them in case of anyone approaching by sea.

Denys quickly lightened up since it could mean that his father and brother arrived with the man a day in advanced which was excellent. He quickly stood up and made his way to the shore with Andrik following behind him. The two made their way to the shore where they also left their own ship, Tarbeck Hall was very close to the sea which was the reason to why they took refuge in this castle on the first place.

As soon as they left the castle and arrived at shore, Denys noticed something wrong. There was just one ship on the sea, a long ship from House Drumm but it was still just one.

"What? What the fuck is going on?" Denys spoke out loud in doubt.

It took half a hour to the ship to finally arrive at shore and Denys saw his brother Donnel Drumm coming out of it, which made Denys even more confused. He approached Denys who was standing there with Andrik at his side. Andrik was carrying the northman's Valyrian steel blade on his hip. If it comes to Jorah Mormont's death, Denys will take the blade and making it so that House Drumm would now possess two Valyrian steel blades both through paying the iron price.

Donnel was somewhat similar to Denys in appearance but he was fatter and had very thin hair that you can see his scalp, and a beard that is formed by a chin patch and a mustache. He was wearing brown leather breeches and black leather boots, a black shirt with a cape.

"Donnel, what the fuck is going on? Where is the rest of our man?!" Denys asked in frustration.

Donnel just stood there looking at his brother with a very serious expression. "Where are the rest of your men?" He asked in a near emotionless tone.

"Inside the castle." Denys replied.

After hearing that Donnel walked past his brother and made his way inside with several Ironborn following behind him. Denys felt frustrated at that and followed his brother, who still didn't told him what exactly was going on. He followed him and his man behind with Andrik, trying to understand what was going on.

After a short walk, they all entered the castle and every single one of his man were there sitting down and watching as the rest of them were still drinking.

Denys finally lost his patience. "Donnel! Answer the fucking question." He demanded. "Where is our lord father and the rest of the man?"

Donnel walked towards his brother and stared him in the eyes. He then looked at his hip where the sword, Red Rain was. Then in a split second, he grabbed the sword and pulled it from his belt. "Our lord father... is dead, and there no one else coming." He spoke as he unsheathe the sword from the scabbard. "I am Lord Drumm now."

"WHAT!?" Denys yelled in disbelief. "How did this happened?"

"That salt wife of his, the mother of the boy you used to fuck." Donnel spoke in bitterness as he put the sword back on scabbard and put the blade on his hip . "She sliced his throat while he was sleeping before throwing herself from the top of our castle."

"What?"

"What. Did you really think that woman was in love with our father or something? She was a woman he captured on a raid, she only played that pathetic act in order to protect her son." He bluntly told Denys. "With him gone, why the fuck would she keep up the act."

Denys himself was a bit surprised by that. She always seemed so affectionate towards his father, but he has to say that Donnel was right. She was a salt wife and nothing else. But then Donnel thought about something else.

"What about the rest of the man?" Denys asked.

"Rest of the man? You still don't fucking understand?!" Donnel spoke losing his patience to his brother. "Your stupid plan is over, I came here to pick you, your man and the sword that you stole it back to Old Wyk." He bluntly told him. "Seriously, kidnapping the kingslayer's son in order to use him as bait while you invade Casterly Rock through the entrance you found? Even if this fucking plan somehow works, you still forget that we lost a rebellion with the kingdoms months ago and if they even suspect that the Ironborn are involved in all this shit, they would attack the Iron Islands which is still not nearly close of recovering from the damage caused by the rebellion and would wipe us out of existence as punishment for attacking the Queen's family."

"No one will know, we-"

"You made a fucking deal with the Lord of Bear Island, a fucking Northmen." He interrupted Denys from speaking. " Did you forget that Balon Greyjoy's last male heir is a hostage to the Warden of The North? If they find out about this and he executes the boy, Lord Reaper of Pyke will have you, me and every single man who was involved drowned in the sea." He pointed out.

Denys stayed quiet, not knowing how to answer that.

"The worse part, all of this shit is because a boy that you used to fuck." Donnel spoke bitterly as he turned his back to his brother.

That caused Denys to grind his teeth in anger.

Donnel walked towards the middle of the of the castle in order to get everyone's attention. "Listen up! My little brother probably told you people about his plan to attack house Lannister, I'm here to tell you all that this plan is over as I'm Lord Drumm now. Tomorrow, we will gather as many supplies as we can and make our way back to the Iron Islands." He tells everyone.

Denys after hearing that closed hand into a fist, his grip was so tight that his nails nearly pierced the skin of his palm.

"What about The Kinglayer's son and the Northman?" One of the man drinking ale asked.

"The Northman has to die, there no doubt about that, the child we will decide depending on what he knows." Donnel explained. "If he has even the slightest idea of who we are, we will have to kill him." He spoke. "I'm not exactly fond of the idea of killing a child but we're talking about the grandson of Tywin Lannister and if he suspect even a little bit about our involvement, we might have the same fate of the people who once lived in this castle."

Denys just stood there watching his brother order his man around in frustration.

"Shall we kill the Northmen now?" One of them asked.

"Not yet, he might know some useful information about Bear Island which would make it easier to raid it." Donnel responded. "I'll try to take the information tomorrow but right now, all I want is some fucking ale." Donnel spoke as he walked towards one of the man and took the cup from his hands and gulped down.

Raziel Baratheon:

"Where were you?" The Queen asked the Prince.

Raziel spend the next hours until nightfall playing with Myrcella and Joy, he managed to make Myrcella play for a bit which made him very relieved. They ended up losing track of the time and stayed up past the later hours. When Raziel made his way back to his room, his mother was laying on his bed awake.

"Sorry... I was with Myrcella and Joy." Raziel apologized.

His mother sat up on the bed and signaled him to get closer. Raziel did while noticing that his mother had a strange look on her face. When he got closer, she pulled him close to her and kissed him in the lips, Raziel then noticed that her breath smelled like wine which he recognized right away due to his father constantly smelling like it.

"Did you drink mother?" Raziel asked as soon as he separated from the kiss. He already knew the answer to it, and his heart was beating fast in fear because he really was afraid of what she was going to do with him.

She didn't answer the question, she just pulled him again and started to suck his tongue. Raziel tried to pull back but she was stronger than him. Her grip on his wrists were a bit strong but not enough to actually hurt him. She kept on sucking and wrestling with his tongue inside his mouth, until she finally broke from the kiss. She let go of his wrists which Raziel was thankful for it, but then she started to pull down her nightgown, revealing her breast to him. The Prince knew exactly what she wanted him to do and he also knew that there was no use saying no. Last time he tried, it didn't end well.

Raziel approached his mother and put his mouth on her left nipple and started to suck it like a baby does it for milk. He stopped drinking milk from his mother's breasts when he was four, she didn't want him being seen as weak because of it, so she stopped feeding him. But some time after he got used to not drinking breast milk, his mother made him suck on her breast although no milk would come out anymore. When the Prince asked why, his mother told him that she missed the feeling of his mouth on her breast. Since then, he does it from time to time on his mother's request.

As he circled his mother's nipple with his tongue, she then picked his other hand and puts on her other breast. "Pinch it." She ordered him.

He obeys her and started to pinch her other nipple, she started to make a few noises as he does it. Raziel thinks that the noises were similar to the ones that Lady Whiskers and Boots do when Raziel is patting them. He wonders if it is because they feel the same way as his mother does when he does this. Soon enough, his mother grabbed his right wrist again. Then she started to pull up the lower part of her nightgown, when it was high enough, she moved Raziel's hand and put it in between her legs.

It was warm and wet in there. This is the second time she makes Raziel do that. She rubs Raziel's hand in between her legs and he can swear that she's getting wetter as she does it. The noises that she's making it are getting a bit louder and her breathing is getting heavier. The Queen then pulled the Prince's head off her nipple and pulled him into a kiss. Before forcing the tip of his fingers inside of her.

Soon enough her entire body started to tremble which made Raziel wonder if she was okay.

Suddenly, she stopped shaking and pulled away from Raziel before she fell on the bed panting heavily.

Raziel just stood there, shaking a bit. He was panting heavily as well and his hand was wet from whatever was coming out of his mother. His mother then sat up on the bed again. "What are you still doing in there? Put on your clothes for sleeping and come to bed." She spoke like nothing had just happened.

The Prince didn't argue or say anything. He just switched his clothes while she watched him the whole time with the same look from when he entered and went to bed. The moment he did, his mother hugged him and said something on his ear.

"You know your Mother loves you, right?" She spoke to him with her breath still stinking of wine.

He just nodded in response.

"Good." She then gave him another kiss on the lips and wrapped her arms around him in a very tight hug before falling at sleep.

Raziel was still a bit scared of what just happened and just lay it there with his eyes open.

Questions and Answers:

Q: Will Raziel get a love interest (what ever you want to call them) from every part of Westeros?

Are Tommen and marcela going to be like there show counter parts?

A: No and No.

Q: Why don't you make Cersei make Dany her lady in waiting or handmaiden?

A: Dany walking around the keep with a constantly drunk king who despises her family more than anything in the world? Do you really think it's a good idea?

Q: You mentioned that he will receive a Valyrian steel sword, but which one is it?

A: He will get two swords. One, he will receive it from a certain great bastard and the other he will take it from a certain Kinslayer.

Q: Will Raziel have multiple companions accompanying during multiple fosterings?

A: Yes.