GOT: Wolf Becomes Stag

By then, he had understood that Robert's prowess when it came to sexual acts was beyond mortals. A cock and a stamina that could tire any woman in the Seven Kingdoms. From whores to noblewomen, all probably preferred him.

Yet, why didn't Cersei? Was the allure of incest so grand?

Wait! Why did I agree to marry her? I… Why did I say that?

Robert shook his head intensely. The ceiling above looked like a moving cloud to him, as if he were intoxicated. But he remembered not being drunk when he returned to the chamber.

What… He raised his head and looked at Arianne. He had truly fucked her unconscious, it seemed. What was in that kiss? My heart… it's burning.

He felt extremely panicked abruptly. Was this poison? Did she poison him through that kiss? Or her tits? He felt suffocated on the bed. All the walls around him looked as if moving and getting closer.

Hallucination?

He squeezed his eyes shut and still felt like his body was moving and falling into an endless void.

My thoughts… I… I don't know.

Before he could self-reflect, he found his thoughts fading into that same void. Everything became empty.

Was it sleep or unconsciousness?

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"You love me, don't you? Your Grace, you will marry me today."

"My love."

"Love…"

Robert didn't open his eyes, but he heard everything. Somehow, whatever Arianne had fed him had stopped working. But it seemed she still believed it was working. Her words enraged him as he realized what the plan was.

To have me take the vows inebriated. Out my mind from that poison?

Indeed, it was the easiest way. Once the vows were exchanged, there was no going back since the Septon would spread the word and bear witness. There would likely be more witnesses.

"Aye, my love." Robert went along and opened his eyes. There was Arianne Martell sitting beside him on the bed. Her clothes were new, and her face was clean. "Wha…"

"Shh… Let me lead you." Arianne acted like a caring wife and helped Robert get out of bed. Despite being so much shorter, she was able to put all the clothes on him and ensure he looked like a man about to get married. "Come with me, love. Everyone is waiting."

Without saying anything, Robert let her pull him by his arm.

Clack!

She opened the door and led him out. Ser Barristan was standing right there, shocked. He tried to intervene, but there were other soldiers nearby.

Robert spared a short glance at him and made a fist behind his back with his free hand so it was only visible to Barristan.

"Father is so excited," Arianne mumbled like a maiden in love. "Many lords and ladies from last night's feast have come to bear witness. I can't wait to be yours, Robert."

Are they all involved? It might get bloody.

Soon enough, they arrived at the Tower of the Sun. The guards opened the door, and Arianne led him to the large hall. It was filled with the same guests who were present the night before. Doran was seen at the end of the hall like a father waiting to give away his daughter.

It disgusted Robert.

It was clear that everything was being rushed. Arianne didn't even wait for Doran to make any speech and just dragged Robert to stand facing her with the Septon on their side.

Finally, Robert stopped making his expressions seem foolish and confused. The spark in his gaze returned, piercing at Arianne's face. He felt his hands twitch, the longing for his warhammer and bloodthirst rising.

Almost makes me forgive Tywin for what he did. Martells… You scheming bunch. There is no honor in your house.

Septon coughed and started the marriage proceeding loudly. "We stand here in the sight of gods and men to witness the union of man and wife; one flesh, one heart, one soul, now and forever."

Robert swept his gaze at the crowd, and finally noticed Ser Barristan far in the back with the warhammer in his arms.

If Targaryens are so treasuring to you. May you be damned with the same fate.

"Halt!" Robert bellowed, so loud that his voice drowned everything in the hall. It made Arianne flinch and shrink back. "Is this the honor that holds House Nymeros Martell? To spike my wine! To poison my blood! To have me stand here and welcome this sham? Is this it?"

Robert glared at Doran Martell who stood not far from them. He so much wished to make the man permanently crippled.

"My love, what are you saying? We're lover—"

Robert fumed at Arianne and lost it.

Pa!

Right before dozens of lords and ladies, he landed a tight, powerful slap on her olive face. It reddened her cheeks instantly and filled her eyes with tears. She reminded him of Cersei in so many ways.

"Love? You shameless wench! You've bedded half of Dorne and still dare dream of being the queen? Love? Do you know what that means?" Robert bellowed at her face and finally looked at Oberyn Martell. "I came here to hand over Gregor Clegane for the murder of Elia Martell, and I have done it. I came here to see with whom House Martell stands—Now I have seen."

Robert stormed off like a bull and left the small stage made for exchanging vows. As he walked towards the guests, they all parted and made way for the furious King.

"Does this mean war? King Robert Baratheon?"

Robert halted and looked back. It was Oberyn, as expected. "That depends on your next actions."

"You know, it's not just Tywin who killed my beloved sister. You allowed it to happen, and praised the murder." Oberyn slowly walked closer to Robert, the confident smirk on his lips unchanged. The tension in the air thickened. "I wonder if that makes you an enemy of Dorne too—Or perhaps, you came here to deliver more than just Gregor Clegane."

Robert squeezed his fist and repeated Oberyn's words. "Does this mean war? Prince Oberyn Martell?"

Oberyn chuckled. "Depends on your next move."

"I'm returning to King's Landing."

"But you're an accomplice to my sister's murder, are you not? Do you think you'll escape justice here? Alright, I'll allow you to choose trial by combat. Let's see if that fat frame of yours can wield a weapon."

At that provocation, Robert walked back. He stopped a foot away from Oberyn and looked down at his face, "That smirk of yours. Rhaegar had it too. The greatest, the best, the pride of House Targaryen—So many names and fame bestowed upon him, yet it all ended with a strike of my hammer. Don't jump around too much, little snake, you might get stepped on."

"Then I will bite and you will die from the venom," Oberyn giddily replied. "But where's the pleasure in that? I crave the sound of your screams as you beg for forgiveness for the murder of my sister."

Robert understood by then that there was no helping the Martells. They were so drowned in their lust for vengeance that nothing else seemed significant.

"Then you might want to add your brother, your niece, your whores, and your daughters to that list. House Martell's treachery will not go unpunished." Robert ignored Oberyn at that point and peered at Doran. "The fragile balance is being challenged. Only a matter of time before everything topples. Be careful, and good luck—Barristan, we're leaving."

Finally, Robert turned around and left for good. He was joined by Ser Barristan and other Kingsguards before they left the castle and headed towards the port. In no time, they boarded the ships, and all the captains started preparing to set the sails.

Robert was still seething, however. He didn't roar, but it was visible on his face.

"Barristan, we're not returning to King's Landing," Robert declared. "If it's Daenerys Targaryen they are pinning their hopes on, it's better I go and deal with her myself."

"Your Grace, I beg you to reconsider. We don't know where she has fled, nor do we have the men to chase her to such distant lands. Such a venture requires careful thought, not haste. Let us return to King's Landing first."

Robert slammed his fist on the ship's railing in anger. "So, you want me to sit around and wait for the vipers to strike? I'm no fool. Tywin's likely got his own schemes brewing. War's done, but peace? Peace is as far away as ever."

"Your Grace!"

Robert and Barristan looked back. It was a young Kingsguard with a small, rolled parchment in his hand.

"Your Grace, an urgent raven from King's Landing arrived. The city's Sept received it." The Kingsguard handed the small piece of paper.

Robert snatched it unceremoniously and read it.

As soon as he went through the contents, he squashed the paper in his fist. His anger, which was already bordering the tipping point, exploded. "Cunts! Fucking Ironborn cunts! Barristan, we're going to White Harbor!"

"W-What happened, Your Grace?"

"Winterfell has fallen!"

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