Mid 281 False Spring
"You're a madman." Ulfric declared with his face in his hands as my kids sat around , greatly upset by the view behind the curtain.
"Why would you want sothing so horrible?" Aella wept softly.
"Children. You all hear about the endless destruction of Westerosi lives and get hung up on that detail. It causes you to forget the big picture. Big piles of money." I corrected my family's wrong think.
"I know I should be excited for the big piles of money..." Galmar started then frowned, "but it feels like sothing is missing from this whole plan..."
"Empathy? Ethics?" Ulfric offered.
"Nah, not that... tiddies." Galmar suddenly nodded like a boy excited by his own thoughts, "Every ti you go to war you co back with more tiddies, but I did not hear the words 'rape' nor 'pillage' in any of that explanation. If we aren't taking everything from the enemy, then what's the point of going to war at all?"
"Galmar, my son." I nodded as I put a hand on his shoulder, "Discretion is about as important as it gets. Sothing your younger brother never learned, and apparently you didn't either." I looked around at the rest of the kids, "Do any of you idiots know how important discretion is? Here's a bit of hyperbole to kind of get a feel for the concept. Discretion is seeing a shark and not sticking your cock into its mouth."
"So discretion is knowing when not to stick your cock into sothing?" Galmar asked and I nodded.
"That is a good starting point, but it gets even deeper. Discretion is about avoiding bad situations." I explained to the thicker than pig shit boy, "It is an offspring of discernnt and wisdom, and I had hoped that I had instilled in all of you a basic understanding of the idea. This harkens back to the teaching of not shitting where you eat, but we take it a step further and not shitting where our neighbors eat."
"Okaaay..." Galmar drawled, "But if we are going to fight people, then they aren't our neighbors, they are the enemy, and so we should be able to take their won and stuff."
"I picked the wrong word to explain." I shook my head, "Discrimination. There are different types of enemies, and you treat them differently from each other. Knowing which is which is discernnt. Knowing when to switch your treatnt is discretion. The three D's of strategy Discernnt, Discrimination, Discretion."
"Three D's, got it." Galmar nodded, "How do I apply the Three D's?"
"I'm glad you asked, son. It shows that you are capable of learning." I patted his shoulder and continued, "Take my dealings with the Wildlings for example. I discerned the nature of the enemy through my own experience, the experiences of others, and history. The Wildlings throughout history have attacked us without provocation, committing murder, rape, and the taking of thralls. This is a hated and savage enemy. Discrimination is knowing that this enemy needs to be destroyed whenever possible. Discretion is knowing you can get away with it."
"Ahhh... that's good." Galmar put on his best understanding face to trick into believing he understood.
It failed.
"The enemy of discernnt is ignorance, the enemy of discrimination is naivety, the enemy of discretion is arrogance." I explained to the wider audience, "Which of these is the most damning?"
After considering it for a while, Ulfric answered, "Discretion and arrogance."
"Very good." I complinted him for rembering the order of lethality of the capital vices, "A naïve fool can survive in the world, but arrogance will always catch up to you. Arrogance prevents you from seeing the obvious destruction awaiting you on your path. In strategy, as in all things, one of the fundantal questions is, 'Should I do this?'. That answer is only truly available to those who can wield all three D's. That's why I have pushed you all so hard in your education and training, so that you can know yourselves and your enemies. That is how I have revealed my love to you all."
It didn't take long for my children to respond.
"All those who still think Father is terrible father." Aella raised the motion.
"Aye" resounded the answer.
At least my children understand a greater unity.
Our place at the feasting hall that night shifted due to my victory in the archery contest, moving right to the high table with the royal family, by request of King Aerys. The joy in the man's eyes at the obvious discomfort of his son in my presence radiated just below the requirent to produce visible light. I reveled in that small injury to the man, he may have got the girl because of his rich and connected father, but the shadow of my cock blackens their marriage even if I should die. A phantom weight resting on his shoulder made heavier by proximity.
Feel every ounce of it, you elf looking fop.
"These are your children?" Aerys mused in confusion while looking at my pack of kids, "Are we sure they aren't your siblings?"
"I was married at eleven, your grace." I explained the issue obviously spinning the man's few remaining cognitive gears overly so.
"Hmph. Northn." The man chuckled and then shifted as his eyes drifted down and to the left, "I have plans to build a second Wall, you know?"
"It will be all the easier since we drove all the hostile wildlings many miles from the first, and hunted many of the great beasts as well." I continued the conversation with the madman whose face lit up.
"Yes, now is the ti!" he cried and turned to his white armored Kingsguard, "Write that down, young Jai. It is finally ti to achieve my great ambition in the North."
"Right away, your grace." Jai smiled awkwardly at the man who suddenly stared at the sword hanging from Jai's waist.
"Was your sword not supplied to you by Lord Mormont?" the man demanded with a suddenly aggressive tone, "Well?"
"It was, your grace." Jai responded as he joined Rhaegar in the firmly discomforted group at this table.
"Well? Thank the man already!" Aerys ordered.
"Thank you, Lord Mormont." Jai curtly obeyed.
"Like you an it, young Jai!" Aerys commanded the boy.
"Thank you, Lord Mormont, for supplying my sword to . I am imnsely grateful." Jai Lannister bowed his head briefly to as he grit his teeth in anger.
"Look at that! Manners!" the King announced in good cheer, his emotional ga of musical chairs landing on happiness again.
"Tell , Elia, was your first son not of a Northern look?" the man glowered as he once more shifted moods between sentences.
"He is, your grace." my forr paramour spoke for the first ti this evening.
"What's wrong with your seed, boy? That my granddaughter reeks of Dornishness." Aerys verbally ca down on his son in fury.
The Crown Prince rallied his faculties and responded, "Baelor Breakspear had a Dornish an, yet he fulfilled his duties to our family nobly."
"Well said." Aerys calmly replied.
We spent the rest of the night with front row seats to the emotional rollercoaster that brought down the last Dragon Lords.
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