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The Last King by Greed720
 Percy Jackson and the Olympians & Game of Thrones Xover Rated: M, English, Percy J., Words: 184k+, Favs: 4k+, Follows: 5k+, Published: Jan 22, 2018 Updated: Oct 27 1,644Chapter 4
AN: Hello all here is the next chapter of the Last King, I hope you all enjoy it. I really appreciate all the support I have had so far and I hope you all continue to enjoy it and leave a review at the end. If you have any questions or suggestions PM me and I'll be happy to answer.
Would have had this out sooner but I got stuck halfway through. Ended up writing a draft first chapter for a Fairy Tail/ High School DxD story before I got the inspiration I needed to finish the chapter. Not sure if I'll publish the new chapter though.
Hope you enjoy the story.
Disclaimer: I do not own Percy Jackson or Game of Throne.
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(Last Time)
In front of these six soldiers though were two other men, one of them was a handsome older man with golden blonde hair and piercing green eyes. The man in question currently wearing a full set of golden Kingsguard armour. This man could only be Jamie Lannister.
As for the other man, he had short black hair, twinkling sea green eyes and was wearing a set of mail and leather armour, a finely crafted yet surprisingly undecorated sword strapped to his side. The moment he saw him Robb instantly knew that this was the Crown Prince, there was just something about him that drew the eye, maybe the air of confidence or maybe the sheer presence he gave off.
Either way his sudden appearance attracted the attention of the entire courtyard as he pulled his horse to a stop, before with a slight grin he swung himself off his horse.
"Sorry I'm a little late!" The Prince said loudly as he looked around the courtyard, his cheeks have a hint of red at them as he looked around.
"My Prince." Ned replied as he gave the man a slight bow. "It's an honour meet you."
"You as well Lord Stark, I've heard so much about you!" Tytan replied his smile turning a little tighter as he greeted Robb's father, before he proceeded to do the same with the rest of the Stark family. Finally coming to a stop in front of Robb as he gave him a nod.
"Well met Robb Stark, I hope we get a long just like our father's do." Tytan said as he gripped Robb's hand in his own, Robb noticing as he did so the calluses on the Prince's hands, and the strength of the grip. They were the same hands Robb's father had, the hands of a warrior.
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Chapter 4
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(In Winterfell)
Looking around the courtyard a slight grin spread across Tytan's face as he looked away from the assembled Stark family all of whom we relooking at him curiously, and instead met the intense green eyes of his mother, whose sharp expression like many in the courtyard was currently locked on him.
Suppressing a wince as he saw that look, Tytan long having come to the conclusion that that look would inevitably lead to his mother scolding him for one thing or another. Not that her verbal tongue lashing bothered Tytan that much, it was more just a pain in the arse.
Looking away from his mother Tytan then finished greeting the assembled Starks, going through the motions appropriately greeting Lady Stark and her two daughters before moving on to the Heir of House Stark, an auburn haired man who looked to be around the same age as him physically, even if he still had the naive eyes of a boy. Still his grip was strong and he didn't look away when Tytan met his gaze, both of which were good signs.
Tytan turned away from the Starks after this, ignoring the loud shout from his father as he did so, who seemingly completely ignored Tytan's late arrival and instead demanded that Ned Stark take him down to the crypts so he could pay his respects. With this meaning he would go visit the remains of Lynna Stark, the 'love of his life', where he would wallow and grieve over the remains of a long dead and buried girl, one who he had hardly even known.
Instead with his greetings now given and the royal procession beginning to unload their luggage, Tytan took the opportunity to approach his mother, a large smile spreading across his face as he ignored the eye roll from Jamie, and the dirty look Joffrey sent him, the little shit.
"Hello mother, and can I just say how glorious you are looking to day." Tytan said loudly as he approached Cersei, wrapping the much smaller woman in a large hug as he did so.
"Where were you Tytan?" Cersei asked quietly as she allowed her son to hug her, using the opportunity to whisper in his ear and get answers from him without any of the nearby Starks hearing. "You were almost late? I thought you rode ahead?"
"Almost late, but not quite." Tytan whispered back as he released her, a smile on his face as he saw her roll her eyes at his nonchalant response.
Turning away from the Queen, Tytan then turned his attention to the three blondes that were standing nearby. A smile spreading across his face as he saw the smiling faces of his younger brother and sister, Tommen and Myrcella, both of whom had the blonde hair and green eyes of House Lannister.
"And how are my little brother and sister?" Tytan asked as he looked down at the two, receiving a shy smile from the both of them as they looked up at him.
"It was so boring…" Myrcella replied, ignoring the look her mother gave her as she instead looked up at Tytan, the one brother she admired above anyone else.
"Yeah it was, which is why I rode ahead." Tytan replied with a grin as he ruffled her golden hair, "So are you looking forward to exploring Winterfell?"
"Yeah this place looks brilliant, so different to the Red Keep!" Tommen spoke up excitedly, an enthusiastic smile on his face as he looked around the cold grey courtyard, the younger boy admiring just how different it was to anything he had seen before.
"Really, you actually want to explore this place?" A sarcastic, petulant voice suddenly spoke up, drawing the attention of the three siblings over to the middle child, Joffrey. The Prince who was second in line for the thrown looking at Tytan with distaste as he saw the informality with which he acted and the inelegant sweaty armour he was wearing instead of fine silks that Joffrey paraded around in.
"Ahh Joffrey, you looking a bit upset? What happened get beaten up by a kitten?" Tytan ask his smile becoming somewhat fixed as he looked over at his younger brother. The relationship between the two having long been strained as Joffrey grated under the attention and recognition Tytan got from their mother and the rest of the court. The jealously within Joffrey having been simmering for a long time, only growing the older he got as he forever found himself standing in the shadow of his blessed older brother.
Sneering slightly Joffrey made to retort to Tytan, recognizing the cat dig for what it was, before he could though Cersei once again spoke up. The blonde gaining a slightly sharp glint in her eye as she looked between her two eldest sons, aware as she did that they were not alone in the courtyard and that a number of nobles including the Starks were also present.
"Boys, do remember that we are guests of House Stark." Cersei said reminding the two of just where they were. "Tytan, I am feeling somewhat drained after the journey."
Tytan nodded as he heard that, offering his arm to his mother, who upon seeing the action looped her hand through it as she allowed Tytan to escort her into the keep. As the two of them were leaving the courtyard, both Jamie and another member Kingsguard escorting them, Tytan heard the youngest Stark daughter, Arya he briefly recalled from their very swift greeting, speak up.
"Where's the Imp?" The younger girl asked curiously, gaining the attention of Tytan and Cersei as they passed, the younger girl likely wanting to see the shortest member of House Lannister.
"Arya!" Catelyn Stark suddenly said sternly as she gave her younger daughter and a scolding look, before she glanced up at the Queen and Tytan, an apologetic expression on her face.
Cersei however just ignored the comment, whilst Tytan snorted as he heard the nickname Tyrion had been given. It was a pretty cruel nickname but Tyrion had hardly gone out of his way to prove people wrong about him, as he instead mocked and insulted people in between his drinking and whoring. Not that Tytan could judge him too much on that, not without being a hypocrite that is.
As the two of them entered the keep Tytan noticed Cersei looking over at him. "Speaking of the little beast do you know where he is?"
Tytan rolled his eyes as he heard that, still not understanding just what his mother had against Tyrion. "Where do you think my uncle is? He's in a brothel of course."
"And how would you know that?" Cersei suddenly asked sharply, her eyes flinty as she looked at Tytan suspiciously.
Tytan could only shrug in response, ignoring Jamie's snort of amusement with practiced ease as he did so. "Experience of course."
Cersei cocked an eyebrow at that but said no more as she allowed Tytan to escort her into the keep, Catelyn Stark and a number of others following behind them. Leaving behind Tytan's siblings to mingle with the Stark children, or at least Myrcella and Tommen behind to mingle with Bran, Sansa and Arya, whilst Joffrey just went off and sulked about how he wouldn't be king.
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(In Tytan's Chambers)
Letting out a sigh as he unbuckled his leather armour and took his mail hauberk off, Tytan rolled his shoulders marveling at the freedom and weightlessness he now felt. It was the problem he knew with wearing armour, the stronger the armour the heavier it was likely to be.
It was only a pity Tytan thought that he didn't retain the Curse of Achilles, after all having invulnerable skin in a world like this would be pretty damn useful. Unfortunately though the blessing that he had regained in Tartarus had not remained with him when he was reborn into Westeros, not like his Demigod powers had. Still the leather armour and chainmail he generally chose to wear was far more comfortable and far lighter than the suit of plate armour he wore in tournaments. He wasn't sure how Jamie and the Kingsguard wore heavy armour like that all the time.
Shrugging that thought off for now Tytan instead placed his armour on a wooden stand in the corner of his room, his lip curling slightly as he smelt the smell of stale sweat coming from the armour. Noting to himself as he turned back to his bed that he would need to get one of the Stark servants or royal servants to scrub his armour clean, Tytan then began to get dressed in the garb he was expected to wear for the welcoming feast this evening.
The garb consisting of a red leather jerkin that displayed a golden lion on the left breast and a golden stag on the right breast. It also included a pair of black leather breeches, fine leather boots and a large golden chain that was supposed to be worn around his neck. It was a bit ostentatious for his tastes but his mother had ordered the clothing made and Tytan had decided to humour her by wearing it.
Before Tytan could even begin to dress himself though, he was distracted by the sound of a light knock on his door.
Raising an eyebrow at this Tytan turned away from his fur covered double bed and looked over at the door in confusion. Two of his guardsmen were supposed to be guarding the door, and if anyone visited they were to enter the room and tell Tytan who they were. No one should be knocking like that.
"Come in." Tytan called out as he turned around wearing nothing at all as he reached over to where his bastard sword was propped against the bed. A four foot long blade of surprisingly unadorned castle forged steel, his blade having none of the baubles and gems hat one might expect from a Prince's weapon. Slowly curling his right hand around the worn grip as he began to draw on his demigod power, the air around his left hand beginning to distort as he drew on the moisture in the air. Tytan prepared to unsheathe his blade at a moment's notice as he kept his green gaze locked on the door.
As it turned out though his caution was unwarranted, because as the door opened the familiar figure of a beautiful redhead soon made themselves known as they entered the room wearing a hooded cloak. With Tytan being able to see the grinning face of Ubba, one of his personal guards grinning at him as the door closed behind the woman.
"Hello my Prince." The redhead said giving Tytan a curtesy as she looked up at him with smoldering eyes, a slight smirk playing across her mouth.
"Ros?" Tytan said in surprise. "You're here…"
"An astute observation, though I can go if you want me too?" The redhead replied coyly as she bit her upper lip her eyes wide and innocent as she gazed at Tytan.
"No." Tytan replied with a grin as he approached the girl, uncaring of the fact that he was naked. "I'm just surprised you were able to get into the Keep, I thought I would have to smuggle you in."
"I have some friends in the household." Ros replied with a shrug, her cloak falling to the floor as she did so and revealing the breeches and shirt she was wearing beneath. "Besides you invited me to the Keep."
And it was true as before he had left earlier that day he had asked whether she would stay with him during his time in Winterfell. Something she had happily accepted, even if she hadn't named a price he would need to pay for the pleasure. The redhead having instead left that to be decided on later as she just lived in the moment and enjoyed basking in the attention the royal gave her.
"That I did." Tytan said with a grin as he walked up to Ros, his left hand moving to her cheek as his right arm wrapped around her waist.
"It's only been a couple of hours and you missed me already. Maybe I should actually charge you this time?" Ros said with a smirk as she placed both her hands on Tytan's bare hips, feelings hardened manhood poking against her as she did so.
"And where would be the fun in that?" Tytan replied as he leaned in and kissed the beautiful whore, the feast forgotten for now as he felt the redhead wrap her arms around him, letting out a delighted squeak as he lifted her up and carried her to the bed.
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(In the Main Hall of Winterfell)
Soon enough the welcoming feast for the royal procession was soon underway and the large, heavy wooden tables in Winterfell's great hall were straining under the sheer amount of food, wine and ale had had been brought out for all to eat and enjoy. With the great hall its self being at maximum capacity due to as many people as possible cramming in, both to enjoy the feast and see the rarely seen royals who had deigned to visit the North for the first time in decades.
The seating for this feast, as with all feasts was hierarchical, with the King, Queen and Lord and Lady Stark, as well as the Princes and Princess and Stark children all sitting at the large table on a raised dais at the head of the hall.
From there the tables were filled up by other nobles, seated according to their status and wealth. With the Karstarks and Umbers, some of the more powerful Noble Houses in the North sitting closest to the head table, whilst minor Nobles and other retainers were positioned further away.
The final tables at the far end of the hall, closest to the doors were filled up with Lannister and Stark guardsmen who had been invited to the feast along with whoever else might have turned up and been allowed in. Of course this hierarchical order only lasted so long into the feast.
As currently Robert was sat on a table halfway down the hall, already very drunk as he slung his arm around the waist of a giggling and red-faced serving girl, no doubt one he intended to bed later on in the night. Not that his wife Cersei looked that pleased about it, not because she was jealous though, but more because he was doing it in public where the other nobles and more importantly the Starks could see Robert's snubbing of her.
Currently Cersei, unlike her 'drunken fool of a husband' was still sitting at the head table alongside Lady Stark, the two of the engaging in polite, if slightly stilted conversation. Neither of them having much in common but making an effort for proprieties sake.
By this point in the night both Myrcella and Tommen, much to their irritation had been packed off to their beds. Cersei excepting no ifs or buts as she sent them packing the moment she saw Robert leave the head table, the Queen not wanting them to see what their 'father' was doing in his currently drunken state.
As for Joffrey he was still at the head table, talking with Sansa Stark and a companion of hers called Jeyne Poole. A slight smirk on his face as he told them stories of mighty hunts he had gone on and other achievements, most of which were likely made up. Not that the young Stark girl and her friend seemed to realise this as they instead lapped the lies up, somewhat overwhelmed with being given the undivided attention of a Prince, even if he wasn't the Crown Prince.
Off to the sides of the hall, watching the proceedings with a bored look were the Kingsguard, all of them in their gold coloured plate arms as they watched the King's antics, all except the two Kingsguard who were guarding the young Prince and Princess and Jamie who as usual was keeping an eye on Tytan. Who at the moment was sat at one of the tables halfway down the hall, a goblet of wine in one hand as he spoke with some of the Northerners.
"So Prince Tytan!?" Theon Greyjoy, a slightly pale boy with curly brown hair and somewhat protuberant eyes spoke up. A slight smirk on his face as he looked from his friend Robb Stark, whose father Ned Stark he was warding with, and instead looked over at the Crown Prince. Who at that moment was sitting across from them, a goblet of wine in one hand and a grin on his face.
"What's up?" Tytan asked as he looked over at the Greyjoy, not really that impressed with what he had seen of the arrogant boy so far. Though his impression might be somewhat tainted by the reputation his House had, a reputation mired in shame, treachery, piracy and pillaging.
"I heard… that you are one of the finest blades in Westeros…. Is that true?" Theon continued, a goblet of wine in his own hand as he made merry.
Tytan shrugged at that. "That's what some people say."
"And there I was thinking that that was what everyone said about you." Robb spoke up his cheeks slightly flushed from alcohol and a smirk on his face as he looked over at the Prince challengingly. "Or are those just stories?"
"Well you could always try your hand against me in the training yard tomorrow, if you're feeling lucky that is…" Tytan replied with a faint smile, not too concerned about the tipsy Stark's challenge.
Robb let out a laugh as he heard that before giving a nod. "You're on, I've never fought against a southerner before."
Tytan smiled at the boy's confidence, it was adorable, but unfortunately he would have to disabuse him of that on the training yard tomorrow. Not because he wanted to be harsh, but because Robb seemed decent enough and Tytan wanted to help him out. Overconfidence on the battlefield could lead to death, it was better to know where one truly stood and what they needed to work on now than when it was too late.
"Well you have that to look forward too." Tytan replied simply as he took another drink of wine, ignoring the sheer amount of noise as the rowdy guests got more and more drunk, a part of him already planning on taking his leave soon. After all he had had his fill of wine, food and personable company, now he wanted to once again delve into the pleasures of the flesh with Ros.
"Ha! I look forward to it! It's only a pity you can't face my brother Jon, he is probably one of the finest blades in Winterfell." Robb suddenly said, ignoring the slight snort from Theon as he instead took another gulp of his wine.
"Jon?" Tytan question, not being familiar with who Robb was talking about, though if Theon''s reaction was anything to go by he wasn't a universally popular man.
"Aye, my bastard brother, Jon Snow." Robb replied with a shrug, seemingly not caring about mentioning his illegitimate brother to the Crown Prince. "He wants to join the Night's Watch and has been training day in and day out for years to do so. Who knows he might even be able to take you on, or he would if he wasn't a bastard."
"I don't mind fighting a bastard, in the unlikely event that he does manage to land a hit... who knows I'll buy him a drink." Tytan replied, not giving a fuck about the stigma surrounding bastards, as he had been born a bastard when he went by the name of Percy Jackson. In fact as far as Tytan was concerned the whole stigma was based on the greed and paranoia of the nobles, all of whom feared getting positions usurped. "Though I am not sure why he wants to join the Night's Watch, nowadays it is nothing more than a cesspit of thieves, murderers and castrated rapists."
Theon and Robb nodded along as they heard that, the two of them having heard such comments before, mainly made by the Stark guardsmen and some of the nobles. Robb had even tried to tell Jon about these rumours before, but his half-brother was pretty prickly about it when it was mentioned.
"Wait a moment, why are all the rapists castrated? I thought the law was that they were to take the black and join the Night's Watch or have their manhood cut off?" Robb suddenly questioned with a frown.
"Yeah that used to be the law, I changed it though a few years ago. Nowadays rapists both take the black and get castrated or they die…" Tytan replied bluntly, him having never tolerated such acts before, and especially not now he had the power to bring about true justice.
"Brutal…" Theon replied with a wince, his hand covering his crotch at the thought.
Robb however just looked surprised, as he realised how much power the Crown Prince must wield if he was able to change laws like that. Especially since he said he had it changed and not the king.
Before any more could be said on that subject though, the group were distracted by the arrival of Arya Stark and her younger brother Bran. The two brown haired children looking quite excited as they ran over to where the three young men were sat.
Cocking an eyebrow at this, Tytan was surprised to see that the two of them were looking at him with excitement. Considering he had not spoken to either of them, or given them more than a cursory greeting when he first arrived, he was not sure why they seemed so excited to see him.
"Hey Arya, shouldn't you be in bed?" Robb spoke up as he looked over at his sister before looking over at where their mother, Catelyn, was engaged in conversation with the Queen. Neither of the two women paying much else attention, though he did notice Cersei sending a few speculative glances at where Sansa was sat.
Arya however didn't respond to her older brother as she instead focused on Tytan, her grey eyes twinkling with excitement as she looked up at the much taller man. "Is it true?"
"Is what true?" Tytan replied in amusement as he saw her excitement.
"That you were blessed by the gods, that you have magic powers?" Arya continued, her brothers and Theon also gaining interested looks as they focused on Tytan at this question.
"Sure." Tytan replied with a shrug, already guessing that she wanted to see him perform tricks, with him already being on the fence about whether or not he would oblige.
"Can you show me?" Arya asked bluntly, undeterred by the Prince's curt response.
Cocking an eyebrow as he saw the hopeful expression on her face, Tytan let out a faint sigh before begrudgingly deciding that he would humour her. He did so for his younger siblings, so he didn't see the harm in showing the young Starks a few tricks. "Why not."
With that said Tytan put his empty goblet of wine down on the table and then raised his hands in front of him, concentrating as he focused on gathering the moisture in the air. The air around his hands shimmering as an orb of water began to form above his palms.
Arya's eyes widened as she saw this, the other's expressions mirroring her own as they saw evidence of Tytan's power.
Smirking slightly as he saw her reaction along with the others, Tytan began to mold the water. The orb soon taking the shape of a wolf, grown up versions of the small wolf pups each of the Stark children seemed to have. Or at least he assumed they were wolves, they could just be dogs. Either way in Tytan's hands a small six inch tall wolf took shape, the watery lupine leaping out of Tytan's hands before running up to Arya, treating the air like solid ground as Tytan controlled it. His raw power might have been diminished, but his control was as refined as ever.
Letting out a giggle as she felt the wolf land in her cupped hands, Arya then looked up at the smiling Tytan in awe. His little demonstration having also garnered the attention of a couple of others in the hall. With a number of others now looking at him in surprise, awe and in a few cases fear.
"Well that should last for a couple of hours if you're careful." Tytan said as with a flick of his fingers he turned the watery wolf into an ice sculpture. Arya letting out a small yelp as she felt the ice sculpture take form in her hands. The sudden coldness taking her by surprise. "Now I think I'll call it a night here, I've ot a spar early in the morning after all and a hunt in the early afternoon."
Not that this was his true reason for leaving, no that was because he didn't fancy being gawked at for the rest of the evening, and also because he knew he would have a horny Ros waiting for him in his chambers. Still though many of those around accepted it at face value, though a few of them did look a bit disappointed that he wouldn't be performing any more tricks for them.
Seeing the put out expression on Arya's face, Tytan proceeded to ruffle her hair as he got up. Sending both Robb and Theon a nod of acknowledgement as he did so. "Don't worry Arya, I'll be around tomorrow, after all I have to beat down your older brother in the training yard later. Who knows if you get up early enough you can probably watch."
Arya regained her look of excitement as she heard that. Even as Robb let out a snort of amusement.
"Either way I'm off, have a good rest of the evening." Tytan continued as he got to his feet, noticing as he did that a number of other people had already left. Giving the Stark children another nod he then began to head for the main doors, Jamie moving from where he had been standing guard a few metres away and following behind his nephew as they left the hall.
"Been having fun?" Jamie asked dryly as he looked at the dark haired man, having seen Tytan's little performance earlier.
"What can I say, it was a bit of fun." Tytan replied nonchalantly
Jamie rolled his eyes at his nephew's nonchalance but didn't comment further as the two of them left the warmth of the great hall and were instead hit by a wall of cold and icy wind, courtesy of the North's less than desirable climate.
As the two of them moved through Winterfell, heading for the tower where Tytan had his quarters. The Prince noticed out of the corner of his eyes the dark haired boy he had noticed before in the courtyard, Jon Snow he presumed, who seemed to currently be talking to Tyrion of all people. For a moment as he saw them Tytan was tempted to approach them and hear what they were talking about, maybe even get a better picture of what the bastard of Winterfell was like.
However as a chill wind suddenly hit him, he decided otherwise. After all he would likely meet the other boy tomorrow, maybe even in a spar, and from experience Tytan found one of the best way to see what a person was really like, was to see what they were like in a fight.
Plus it was damn cold out here and he had a beautiful redhead waiting for him in his chambers, and he would much rather have an enjoyable night with Ros then standing out in the cold talking to Tyrion and Jon Snow. After all it was likely just Tyrion half mocking and half helping someone he saw as 'undesirable' and 'unwanted' as he saw himself.
So yeah Tytan would much prefer a warm bed and a good shag over getting involved in some depressing, depreciating conversation with his dwarf uncle and the bastard of Winterfell.
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AN: So what did you all think I hope you enjoyed it and leave a review?
Also I just want to answer a few general questions I have been asked. The first being that this is not a smut fic, I have never written a 'lemon' before and won't be trying my hand at it any time soon. Also this is not going to be a harem story. The main reasons for this is because there a very few writers are good enough to make a good harem fic, with more often than not the fiction getting ruined and becoming horribly cringey. There are a few out there that are good enough to do this and can make do so with good humour, deep development and powerful emotion. Unfortunatly I don't think I am good enough to do that, and so won't be doing it.
So yeah I am sorry if that disappoints people but I am afraid that is just how it is. On another note I have been asked about changes to canon, to that I will say Percy's presence in this world fundamentally changes many canon events. However there are some events that won't change, either because Tytan isn't involved in them, or because he doesn't know about them happening. As the story progresses though these will becoming more and more prevalent until later until the canon events are completely replaced with new things. A domino effect so to speak.
Other than that I hope you all enjoyed the chapter and leave a review.
Thanks for reading.
Greed720.
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