"Wraaaa!" The Night King roared back with anger. It rolled away, its fighting prowess clear. Then it turned swiftly and struck back, spear darting for Robert's side.
"Hah!" Robert twisted. He knew it. The spear would definitely hurt him. But he wasn't fast enough. His massive body still had disadvantages. The spear scraped against the edge of his waist and split a good chunk of his flesh. Blood sprayed out.
"Damn, you got me."
He didn't waste a second, however. Too used to pain. He swung again, high, then low, then high once more, hammering the Night King with the raw weight of his blows. Each strike forced the ice demon backwards. Each block rang out like an anvil struck.
Clank!
Clank!
Clank!
The Night King countered fast, and the spear blurred in a circle. The point stabbed towards Robert's head.
Woosh!
Robert ducked, but the spear still scraped past his right cheek, leaving a long streak of blood. The Night King was faster. Robert was more powerful.
Clash!
They locked weapons again. Fire hissed against frost. But this time, Robert poured out all the strength in him. His shoulders bunched, his muscles strained. The air shimmered between them, steam and ice swirling together.
"Gaaaaaah… You're… damn nothing… compared to… a fucking dragon!" Robert roared, and a groan escaped as well.
Creak!
At the same time, like music to his ears, Robert heard a groan emanating from the Night King's spear's shaft, tiny cracks spidering along the frozen length. So he pushed harder, baring his teeth, his eyes bulging, every muscle screaming.
"Haaaaa!"
Thud!
The Knight King got pushed down to a knee, holding his spear horizontally before himself, trying to block Robert.
Crack!
And then it happened.
The ice spear snapped in two.
The Night King staggered, shards scattered across the snow.
"Ghaaaaa! Die, you ice fucker!" Robert roared and brought the burning sword down with everything he had. He was also falling forward by the spear, suddenly shattering. But that was the only chance he had.
Things were happening fast. But Robert saw them slow. The Night King had fallen, but he wasn't defenseless. He was already summoning another ice spear, and it wasn't to save himself. No, it came out like a massive spike, rising from the ground, aimed straight at Robert's chest.
And as Robert fell forward, he could either save himself or cleave through the Night King.
He chose the latter.
Slash!
The burning blade connected and passed through the Night King's skull, splitting him. The blade continued to descend and cleaved the creature entirely. But unlike others, the Night King's insides burst out in a hail of ice shards, like blood. And there was indeed blood… blue.
Thud!
Finally, Robert finished him, cutting his entire body in half. The Night King's pale blue eyes flickered once and went out. With him, all the remaining wraiths and one White Walker also died.
"Gaaah!'
But then it was Robert's turn.
The ice spear left behind by the Night King pierced through his chest as he fell onto it, and unfortunately, his heart exploded.
Seven hells! Nearly forgot what… pain felt… like.
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Castle Black, the next morning.
The Great Hall was filled with nobles and knights, and more. Heads were low, eyes were tired and depressed. A Maester was present, who stood beside a large table, on which Robert Baratheon's dead body rested, covered with a cloth, leaving only the head visible. Flowers covered his body.
"His Grace fought for the realm and brought us victory against the dead," said the Maester, his sight long gone, his voice thin with age. "I cannot see, but I heard him well. He spoke plain and true. He did as his heart commanded. Such men are born but once in a hundred years, brave and just and strong. In honor of King Robert Baratheon, we—"
Cough! Cough!
"Ugh…"
Heads turned towards the large table. The men present rubbed their eyes. The body was moving. It was impossible. The hole in the chest was wide and gaping. So big a babe could pass an arm through. The heart was splattered.
"Ugh… Seven hells!" Robert sat up on the table, staring at the men annoyedly. "What are you all gawking at? Saw my fat cock, did you? Bring me wine and a haunch of something before I starve!"
"..."
"And get the bloody horse ready. Gods, my beard's freezing here. I'm riding to Winterfell."
"..."
Woosh!
Robert threw off the cloth covering him and got on his feet. "Barristan? Where's the old knight? Ready the horses, we'll ride to King's Landing if not bloody Winterfell."
The men moved away, as if scared to be touched by him. They just watched the King leave the Great Hall. Not a single word was spoken. But a lot of gulps were audible.
It appeared… the King really was invincible.
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King's Landing, Red Keep,
A year had passed since the Night King was dealt with. Not much had changed, but life in Westeros had clearly changed. A peace like no other had arrived.
No wars, no silent competitions. It was as if the apex era of Targaryens had returned. The realm feared the throne because on the throne sat the Dragon Slayer, vanquisher of the Night King.
"Your Grace, you must do it."
Catelyn had left Robb Stark to rule the North. She lived in the Red Keep in the name of caring for her daughter. But it was a tightly kept secret that she was frequenting the King's bedchamber. However, other than nightly pleasure, she also convinced Robert to give Sansa a more honorable life.
And with Margaery's permission, who had become barren due to her last childbirth, Sansa Stark was officially recognised as the King's second wife. No questions were raised. If anything, the realm accepted it, claiming that it was the right match.
In the meantime, Myrcella, who was already willing, agreed to secretly bear children for Margaery, as her barrenness was kept a secret.
And now, there he was.
Earlier that day, Robert had taken the vows with Sansa. And now, he was to enter the bedchamber and consummate the marriage. It was an entirely different thing that he'd already done that. He'd taken her maidenhood.
What shocked him was that he didn't really feel as repulsed by it as he should. He'd lost himself to his new self.
It's my lawful duty.
With that, Robert pushed open the door and walked inside. He locked it first and then took a full glance. Sansa was right there, sitting on the bed in her beautiful, white wedding gown, like snow.
"What are you doing here?" Robert asked the other girl, however.
Myrcella was also there, and she was wearing a similarly expensive gown, but golden in color, matching her beautiful hair. The two girls were still slender, but they'd gained some weight to bear his children. Their hips had flared out a little.
Myrcella cheekily grinned. Her and Robert's meetings weren't that frequent, but they'd gotten used to each other's presence in bed. "Your Grace, since we're both here to bear you children… I thought maybe we could do it at the same time?"
I should be disgusted.
Yet, he wasn't.
If anything, Robert felt his cock jolt to life and grow hard. He looked at their gorgeous faces. Sansa and Myrcella, half his age, renowned beauties in every aspect, now right there for him to bed and breed.
He sighed.
I should feel… repulsed.
Yet he didn't.
"Fine." He grumbled and walked to the middle of the room, and started to remove his coat. "Done it before, aye. Gods, nothing worth hanging your head over."
As Robert finished removing every single piece of clothing from his finely crafted body, the two girls got up from the bed and came over. They were nineteen or twenty, Robert reckoned, in the peak of their femininity. They were lovely girls.
As much as Myrcella reminded him of Cersei, he didn't mind it anymore. And Sansa… she reminded him of Catelyn, which wasn't a bad thing.
Both of them only reached up to his upper chest.
"Ummmh… You've become finer, Your Grace." Myrcella commented. She was right. The first time Robert had taken them, he still had something of a belly. But now, he was like a big-bodied beast. While he didn't really have well-defined muscles, they were still thick. His biceps alone were larger than their heads.
Myrcella circled him, confidently, walking in her fine golden robes. She brushed her lithe hand on his throbbing, hard cock, but didn't hold it. No, she stood behind Robert and wrapped her arms around his wide frame.
At the same time, Sansa shyly moved in front of Robert and hugged him from there, pressing her face against his chest.
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