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-Catyln Stark-

When News of Prince Lucerys death at the Hands of Prince Aemon reach all the seven kingdoms, A sense of crippling and heart wrenching dread spread across the kingdom like wildfire along with thunderous roar that blasted from all parts of the seven kingdoms.

It is said that upon hearing of his son's death, Lord Hadrian wrath and fury echoed throughout the world, from old town to farthest corners of Dothraki sea, the world felt his anger and fury.

In kings landing, dark and unnatural Storm clouds smothered the sky, denying any light from penetrating through until it lit ablaze like the wrath of the heavens was just unleashed. A pillar of blazing inferno slammed down in the middle of the city and there taking a towering fiery form was Lord Hadrian himself.

"WHAT HAVE YOU DONE!?" he Demanded, his booming voice blasting from his titan form and all around him the people of kingslanding and even the small council along with the greens were paralysed with Fear. "WHAT HAVE DONE TO MY SON!?"

The small folk started to scream demon or a god, or even the stranger himself at the flaming form of the imposing lord.

"I am Lord Hadrian Peverell and you will tell me why this thing has happened to my son." He spoke in voice that held untold malice and hate as his blazing inferno eye's weren't glaring down upon the inhabitants beneath him but rather the occupants of the red keep who cowered and hid in the castle.

It is said that many of the green royalists tried to hide from the angered wizard but where-ever they went, they still felt the soul piercing eyes upon them and the fear inducing words that was not only being spoken to them, but every kingdom, every house aligned with the greens.

King Aegon had mustered up the courage enough to walk out onto the balcony overlooking the city and the titan standing over it "H-he was a traitor to the crown." Aegon said, trying not to quiver as those eye's bared down at him.

"Prince Lucerys was but a boy of 14 who knew no evil and did no wrong and still your brother killed him in cold blood without cause." He said, his eye's burning with maddening hatred and anger that could not even the seven hells could possess "You have taken my son and caused my family great suffering. In return I will make you know what it feels like to lose that which is precious to you, then I will slowly destroy and rip from you all that you have and all that you will ever be."

He then looked up and around to the other kingdoms as his voice boomed throughout the world "And to the other kingdoms, The North, The westerlands, The Riverlands, The Vale, The Iron islands, The reach and crownlands. I give you this one and only opportunity to choose your side, if you stand against me, I will destroy your family down to last root and stems, I will burn your homes, take your children and wipe you from the face of this planet." He said before lightening started to strike down the sky, hitting house's at random throughout kingslanding "You have one week to choose your Allegiance before I assemble my armies and bring war and death upon Aegon and his allies."

His fiery form then shot back up to the sky where an explosion within the clouds gave way to rain of fire that lasted all night as the balls of fire fell down throughout the crownlands, hitting many castles, farms and homes.

In that single day, the entire world stood still and held their breaths, even as the projection of Hadrian disappeared and none dared to move or even speak until night fell upon the land.

-cat again.-

It is said that after Hadrian's message, Aegon in his fear induced paranoia doubled the guard around the red keep to prevent Assassin's from entering, He even locked his children away in Meagors Holdfast with knights stationed outside to protect them.

But even they couldn't stop the creatures known as Dobby and Creature from taking revenge for their lost prince.

One night after Hadrian's message, when Queen Helana was putting her children to bed, Dobby and Kretcher appeared in the holdfast and took her two sons from her.

Despite her call for help, no amount of men could break down the door to save her as she pleaded with the pointy eared small creatures that held her at bay with magic and held her children captive before her.

"A debt was Owed." Ketcher snarled out, the old elf face was full of rage as he held a knife to infant son Maelor.

"A son for a son." Dobby finished as a knife was levitating close to the paralysed Prince who whimpered with fear.

Hysterical, Queen helana pleaded with the creatures to kill her instead but they refused, weeping Helana named her youngest son Maelor. Perhaps because he was too young to understand… or because the older boy was King Aegon's first born son and Heir.

"hear that little boy?" Kretcher whispered to baby as his knife slowly inched towards it's cheek "You're momma wants you dead."

But then Dobby lobbed off the older boys head in a single swipe before departing with both Maelor and her daughter Jaehaera, with the elves gone they're magic disappeared along with them allowing the guards to storm in to see Queen Helana clutching her dead son's body to her, mad with grief.

It is said she cried for months on end to the point of madness.

With the death of both their children, their dynastic dispute turned into a war of annihilation.

Either Aegon or Rhaenrya could live at the end.

But not both.

-Joffery-

With the capture of king Aegons only two children, Rhearnya and Hadrian now had the upper hand against him as he could not lead a full on assault on both Dragonstone or Castle Peverell without risking the lives of both his children.

The fool couldn't even get his pathetic wife pregnant again, the weeping mess could not even stay in a room without staining the floor with her tears.

A king must powerful and detached the foolishness of his wife and council who say otherwise. Like my father King Aegon should've sought after vengeance against his son's killers and not allow his foes to gather their strength while he is held back by weakness and cowardice.

He should've push on ahead even at the cost of his own children's life not that he couldn't make more but he couldn't even straighten out his wife long enough to put a child in her much less get on her the bed.

It is a woman's duty to her husband and king to mother his children and nothing else but the fat pig did nothing but sqeeul to her last breath.

It make imagen how things might have gone had Aegon taken to his mantel as king earlier in his reign and snuffed out all opposition to his rightful inheritance.

Still though, no one could deny that a true man should've been like Hadrian Peverell.

A man whose's power made other lords cower with but a whisper like my Grandfather does with a singer.

A man who let's nothing else stand in his way of vengeance and power.

A man… who should be king.

-Euron-

The day lord Peverell message went out.

The Iron born knew it was their time to rise.

My ancestor Dalton Greyjoy otherwise known as the Red Kraken, raised the iron born fleets and made war on all of Hadrian's Enemies, he sacked Lannisport so many times and even led an assault on Casterly rock its self where it is said he took lady Lannister and all of her daughters and sisters as many times as he liked.

But the greatest moment for him, was when he rode the beast of fire and water herself.

It was during a massive sea battle off the coast of Fair Isle where 100's of our great long ships faced off against the entire royal fleet made up of Hightowers, Lannisters, Stormlands, Royal fleet of Kingsland and even foreign ships hired from Essos that numbered to half a thousand.

We Greyjoys had been reaping the sea with might Typhon by our side in the beginning of the war but now we made legends on that day.

It was in this battle that Dalton's ship was smashed by the enemy and he would've embraced the drown god in his waters had that beautiful beast not swam up to save him.

He soon found himself standing upon her head leading the charge that cut through their ranks where they're ships burned upon the waters while their blood seeped into it.

By the end, the seas off of fair Isle is stained so red that to this day the blood of our enemies continues to rise up from darkest deep's of the sea.

That part of the ocean is now called the bleeding sea.

Old sailors speak of how the Iron born brutality made the sea herself bleed.

Salt priests call it a boon from the drown god himself, to show that we Iron born make even the sea itself run red with the blood of our foes.

And other iron born say that the when Red kraken was covered from head to toe in the blood of his enemies, that he jumped into the sea itself to wash it off and back out, free from it only to leave behind the blood of his slain.

Whatever their stories are it doesn't really matter.

Because since that day, every Iron born man has rode to the bleeding sea to submerge himself in it, to receive the blessings of the drown god and strength the Red Kraken left behind.

Salt priest baptise us there, from the oldest cunt to the snivelling whelp we bath in it.

For what is dead may never Die.

But Rises again, Harder and Stronger.