Third eye. (GOT SI)

" From the very early on, Prince Rhaegar have been sharing many of his secrets with me, sometimes he does it directly, others times... let's just say that I came to understood and know of them through our conversations or whenever he ordered me to do something, which required to be done & kept in shadows, through never anything dishonorable.

I for sure do not know the reason, for his almost blind trust in me, even when he must have known that my true oath belongs to his father, the king"

Excerpts from journal of Ser Barristan Selmy, the lord commander of Kingsguard.

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270AC

---------Ser Barristan/kingsguards----------

A new Dawn approched, banishing the reign of cold and the damp night. With its burning heat and light as a mercyless weapons, it slowly but surely stormed every crock and crany of the surface.

It's power 'such' that it's very coming ,fated the end of various dreams and nightmares, plagueing & playing the human mind. It showed no discrimination nor favouratism whatsoever while delivering its blessings to every life.

In an essence, Dawn is like a true benevolent diety to the mankind. It hasn't betrayed the man for last 8000 years or so....as for before that time....let us not think about those dark past....

Within, just few hours of coming of dawn, nezitens of the capital were bursting with activities; the closed market stall's were re-opened, sleepy septons hurried to provide there first sermon for the day, sweet yet chaotic chirping of birds and raven mixed with sounds of bell ringing from sept of bealor settled on ears of every passerby.

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Away, from all this orderly chaos, towards the southeast corner of King's Landing, on top of Aegon's High Hill lies the Red keep.

 One of towers of Red keep, which lies near the Blackwater bay is White sword tower. The official living quarters of sworn brothers of Kingsguard.

On the third floor of this very slenderous tower, ser Barristan lays on his bed, quite awaked, staring at the white ceilings of his sleeping cells. No man truly could be immune to the wims of laziness to atleast to a small extent, he was no expection.

His armour was nowhere to be seen and the only thing trying to defend him from the dire cold was his thin layered woolen shirt, and it was failing miserably in its job.

'Damn the winters' he cursed, and tried to derive some power out of it. May be cursing could help him resist the temptation of laying around.' one wonders how those starks live in there chill inducing hellh...home '

The very next second Ser Barristan sighted in mild annoyance,and step out of his cozy bed. He has a duty to attend, rough dead floor marble undernit his feet were cold, but no cold could stop him in doing his sacred duty, once he was ready on his two feet.

It took ser Barristan less than just 20 minutes or so, to have be done with chores and wearing his armour or dresscode.

After checking himself for one last time and finding nothing wrong, he took his steps away from 3rd floor to the 1st.

The first floor of tower includes a circular white room, also known as the Round Room,it has whitewashed pale stone walls hung with white woolen tapestries. A large white table, carved straight out of weirwood in the shape of a shield , with seven chairs surrounding it.

It's not only a room for discussion and meetings, but also a place where all the seven brothers of order usually would dine.

While he was climbing down the circular and treacherous stairs to reach the Round room, ser Barristan tried to recalled every detail of previous day, so that he doesn't miss anything worthwhile to report. From petty sounding reasons like few useless guards to annoying noble who kept pestering him about there son making good Squire. Everything, no matter how insignificant it looked or seemed at first glanced, must be reported.

Step by step, he descends from third floor to second, where he come's to meet ser Harlan grandison, his fellow brother in order, as is proper they exchanged greetings to each other.

As they were, just about to descend to first floor together, ser Martin Colet busted out of nowhere. And as was his terrible habit, the old man, casted out a joke.....a terrible one. ser Harlan winced without trying to hide or pretend other-wise, ser Barristan on the other remained un-bothered. It was regular accurance, old man Martin hardly could control his childishness when inside the white tower.

Nonetheless, after wasting few more minutes and induring few more terrible jokes , ser Barristan and group reached the first floor. From there, way to reach Round room was clear and short.

As, the group of three kingsguards entered the circular white coloured room, they found rest of there brothers in white clock already, sitting around the shield table.

As greetings and ser martins jokes ran aloud, ser Barristan took his chair quickly, not wanting to waste any more time.

"Never argue with a peasant about vegetables. Why? because they always have a root argument." Old Martin joked yet again and laughed aloud like a barbarian. Ser Barristan's can't deny that, his mouth twitched a little in amusement ,while ser jonother darry rolled his eyes , little chuckled as well ,escaped from ser Gwayne Gaunts mouth.

Immediately, noticing chuckle from ser Gaunts direction, a new light appeared on wrinkled face of ser Martin, ser Gwayne seemed to realised his mistake and practicaly looked horrified. After all every brother in tower knew the steep price of showing any kind of amusement towards old man and his jokes. It was practically like throwing fuel and oil in the fire.

But before ser Martin could launch yet into new round of jokes.

"Enough" a dangerous voice was directed out of Lord commander Hightower's mouth, and it was enough to shatter light environment of the room.

"We need to talk about the boy" immediately all the childish light evaporates out of ser Martin's face. And without that light it was first time one would realise his age, he was old, truly old. Nonetheless, ser Martin wasn't the only one whose mood and emotions were turned upside down. Jonothor darry, who was earliery focused on taking bite out of fresh red apple, stoped. Oswell whent, opened his mouth to say something, but without uttering a single word, decided to stop as well. Ser Barristan selmy closed his eyes seemingly remembering that day...no..that nightmare.

Silence took hold of every mouth, air itself fealt different and oppressing. Even the maids who entered the room, to bring breakfast seems to sense it, considering their nervous twitching.

This unnatural silence strached on, while maids kept bring breakfast and just as they were about to begin serving it in plates, ser Gerold hightower's voice commanded.

" Leave us " ser Gerold hightower's set there like a stone, hopelessly frozen like ice wall of North. Even, other kingsguard didn't dare to make a sound, forget about maid, who practically fled away from scene.

Even, when there were certainly no one but kingsguards in the room, no one spoked for long, neither did they knew, how and what to say.

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" I... Perhaps we should just inform the queen" ser oswell whent muttered a suggestion, his voice was low but the words came out quite quickly, as if he didn't liked the idea, but still decided to vomit it out.

" No" ser Barristan vetoed the suggestion without a second thought. And, everyone already knew why. Queen rhaella was still requiring milk of poppy. Which was more than enough to tell any about her conditions.

Queen rhaella did asked about her son, but as instructed by grand maester , they lied that prince did visited queen twice before while she was asleep.

" Pardon my language, but it's been ten fucking days" through his voice was quite low, it seemed like a roar has escaped ser jonothor darrys mouth.

" And, what do you suggest we do?.... Force our will on the prince." Ser Harlan grandison voice was clouded with nothing but pure frustration.

In return, Ser darrys glared at Harlan, quite enraged and this time did actually roared with loud voice " just bloody tell the king and so...."

" Enough " the same word,which started this whole argument, descended away from lord commander's mouth. Just like before his voice wasn't loud but it didn't required to be, the tone and measure of authority, in it itself were sufficient enough.

Once again when silence returned to table, lord commander said " I have tried to inform his grace but ..." Hightower let remaining words unsaid. His grace was fully ignoring this matter. ' i know when I see shame & regret on his face' hightower thought.

'Alas, this time regret isn't enough to clean your deeds ,aerys' hightower always thought aerys as arrogant, cruel and overconfident person, but this time he saw something more, much more dangerous. That was spake of insanity and madness.

" and such spark rarely go off without engulfing almost everything" the very next second, lord commander realised that he unconsciouly just spoked his thoughts aloud.

While his brothers in arm did looked at him in confusion, thankfully there attention was immediately diverted towards ser Martin Colet.

" We can ask for help from grand maester Pycelle. Prince wouldn't deny him a visit, would he?" the idea definitely had some merits in it. Specialy, when Prince Rhaegar is missing his classes for more than a week. Grand maester has quite a good reason to pay a visit to the prince and may be even convince him to come out of his shell.

Once again silence returned back to table,but not derived by authority & order like before, but actually from prudential idea presented before them. The more the white knights thought about it, the more ideal it seemed, afterall, all teachers one way or another have some bit of authority over there charges. Not-to-say it was far better than just sitting around and doing nothing.

Before any kingsguards could start to indorse the idea or otherwise, a low knock rang from the door. Every eye moved from each other, to there suddenly interruptor.

"Come in" atlast the permission was granted by lord commander, resulting in appearance of small Messenger boy with dirty rags and wool clinging his pitifuly thin body.

" M' lords" the boy bowed deeply to the gathering of most esteemed knights of realm. Immediately every kingsguards in the room stared at boy in anticipation, afterall message must be important or from some one important, considering boy was allowed to disturb the meeting dispite lord commander's clear orders to servants & maids.

The boy gulped in fright after becaming center of attention in the white room. Nonetheless, he didn't froze like many, afterall, for him it was regular job .

" I ... I have message for ser Barristoor" ser Barristan selmy winced, internally after hearing,the butchering of his name by the boy.

" Go on, I am listening"

"... Prince has called for you, milord" said the boy meekly

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Short raining during the times of winter weren't unusual around the lands of stormlands or crownlands. Oftendays winter would be too early and weak enough that the falling moisture wouldn't be able to turn into ice or snow.

Despite such, possibility of plummeting some hard chunk every once in a while, wasn't implorable. And thus any senseable folk on such times would know to keep clear of those paths, not wanting those chunks of ice to crash on there heads ....ofcourse there were always some exceptions.

Water was driping out from the open gaping mouths of gargoyles; through thankfully they were not as gruesome and grim and demonic as the like of Dragonstone's, ser Barristan thought.

Looking at the rain, nostalgia filled with old memories resurfaced. Memories of his old grandmother, who never missed a chance to embrace the raining water, dripping herself wet and cold. Fevers chased her many times and so did maester's many warnings, grim and damp and Stern,they were. And yet, she stoped not, but her strange dance against nature would ultimately end in tragedy. Even valyrian with there sorrcerys and there dragon couldn't survive the nature's ultimate warth, all those fourteen flames swollowed them whole.

Ser Barristan shoke his view away from the wintery-rain, those invoked memories from it were old, yet painfull. Thankfuly splenderous display of rain halted as clouds slowly parted away, to let sunlight in.

While ser Barristan is quite thankful, for return of sun and demise of this short lived wintery-rain, it also mean's that he has no more reasons to delay his inevitable meet with prince. Earlierly, raining water atleast wheedled his dark memories to resurfaced, and thus temporarily distracting him away from his duty. Now he has no such excuses.

' Facing enemies in battle is far easier than facing living breathing proof of your shame ' kingsguard thought, trying to find any more reason to delay his inevitable confab.

" Barristan the bold " he muttered, self - derision surfacing in his voice.

-----------------------Rhaegar ----------------------

" CAWwwwe"

Rhaegar tried shooing away the damn bird, but it seems to be as stubborn as any he has ever seen. It just wouldn't move, and caw every now and then, almost like a gesture

of mockery towards his efforts.

Rhaegar didn't let his eyes move away from the raven, but his hands did.

Moving and stretching across the luxuriaous Weirwood table, his hand managed to grab a dark chunk of charcoal, usually kept for drawing purposes.

Once his hand was in position, he squeezed the coal with his five fingers.

Throwing with half hearted force, the chunk of black material flew away and so did the raven just a second later, clawing last time at him most likely in indignation.

He sighed thinking ' I am getting paranoid '

His days of seclusion were going just well untill he came to an unavoidable conclusion that his 'attribute [ shielded]' may not be able to save him from the eyes of three - eyed - raven.

In cannon,Rhaegar Targaryen was most likely a very important pawn in the plans of Bloodraven, and if so, then he not noticing the changes, Rhaegar is bound to have in coming years & months, would be near impossible.

Above all, when no divination would work on him, it would make Bloodraven even more suspicious.

Nonetheless, rhaegar would like to think that he has some time, time enough to prepare something for this eventuallity. Only problem, ofcourse was his lack of any credit points. He has already used all his ten credit points on his 'ability [view] '.

That means his easy days of reading, bathing, eating and sleeping are all over.

' It is about time ' Rhaegar thought dryly ' this seclusion was getting boring anyway'

System"

[Rhaegar Targaryen]. [Age:11]

[Crown prince to the Iron throne ,lord of Dragonstone.]

[Attributes: fatebonded, shielded, dragon blooded]

[Abilities: view]

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[ States ]

Body: 06.

Mind: 09.

Soul: 09.

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[ State points: 03]

[Credit points: 00]

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[Shop]

[ Life Mission]

[Quest].

While he has already invested his credit points to acquire Ability [view], he had decided against to invest state points for now. Originally, he was of mind to put all his three points into body, in order to bring equilibrium between all his states, but than after looking at certain quest he decided against it.

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***Quest == Perform daily deeds required to achieve physical fitness and finesse.

**Reward == 1+ to body state every hundred days.

*Note==This quest shall no longer be available if users body states reaches 25 points in total.

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After seeing this quest, wasting state points by putting them in body state is completely nobrainer. On the other hand, he was also quiet hesitant to put them in mind or soul, thinking that maybe there's a way to increase this states aswell without putting points in it, just like his body state.

And, thus he has been reading all kinds of books in rhaegar's small library for days, ultimately gaining grand total of nothing. There wasn't a single point gain in mind states.

Rhaegar sighed in frustration, noticing tainting pigments of charcoal on his palm. Trying and failing to wipe it clear with nearby table cloth, rhaegar stood and closed the book,the one which he was in middle of reading, he isn't getting points in mind states anyway.

Just when he was about to head over to bathroom, in order to clean his hand, there was a knock.

Immediately, rhaegar jumped back on his chair, opened his book and started pretending to read.

' Acting mode ' Rhaegar knew who it must be, most likely ser Barristan selmy. After all who else it could be.

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Agonizingly, he took each step. His white clock with no air and energy, draging on floor behind him. But non of this internal turmoil was visible to outsiders. He faced the guards guarding the royal chamber with his stoical face, set like the rocks of casterly, giving nothing away.

As soon as he was visible, the guards moved away from his path. They wouldn't stop a kingsguard unless they were ordered to.

As he camed to grope the decorated knob handle, he braced himself to face all manner of hate and loathing. The door was opened in this fashion and the next moment he was inside.

His eye's scanned the chamber as there was no trace of prince on the bed , nor near window or, anywhere. Silently and understandingly, he took his next steps towards the next door - library

After, knocking the door once or twice, he opened and entered the room.

The room was mildly dark and coloured in green, the colour polished enough, that it gave smoothly and mildly greenly glow. Despite it being called as 'little library', it was in fact quite spacious, even slightly bigger than the bed chamber it was attached to.

The white marble floor was equipped with, no douth with very expensive carpet of red and white, it's foreign essosy patterns mesmerizing and coloured.

To far end of room,the entire one wall was covered with three green shelves, this shelves were twice the height of grown man, it's green glowing colour was perfectly matching to colour of the room. All manners of books and works of literatures were stuffed inside those shelves: some of books were even brought from far place as - wall: giving enough clue to any about peculiar taste of young prince.

A long brown table and chair made up of Weirwood lays just little ahead of the shelves. The finely made Weirwood was expensive and most people never seen even a single piece of it, in there entire life. Those who do have this wierwood tree, would rather die than allow to cut it. Thus making it most rare in the entire world.

Sunlight poured in only on a small area of the table, the large window which allowed the light in, was equipped with luxurious myrish glasses. Sitting on chair, fully engrossed in reading, seemingly unaware of any other foreign presence, was a boy with silver hair, long enough to reach his shoulder.

" My prince " ser Barristan spoke, after clearing his dry throat loudly.

Immediately after, he knelt, like genuflecting before a diety. His eyes were firmly fixed on clean carpet, sparring him the shame to meet the gaze of the boy. Silence alone answered him. No curses, rukkas or any anything. It was almost like his attempt to attract attention had failed. And just as he was about to check the situation.

" Rise " the voice almost felt unfamiliar to him, it had child's tone no doubts about it, but it was strangly low and deep, yet all pervading and suffusing enough to reach every corner of the room. Laced with authority and command, it was the voice which no child must have right to possess.

Yet here we are!

Ser Barristan's bones wanted to deny the command, but he aroused non-the-less. As, his eyes moved away from ground and meet the gaze of prince...he stilled.

Stilled and frozen, he stood there. Watching those indigo eyes and pale face, so familiar yet unfamiliar. Unlike his earlier expectations, there was no rage or judgment, actually there was absolutely no emotion he could find there. It was so unnatural for a child of one and ten to hold such a face, plane as sands of dorne and solid as walls of Erie of the vale.

That face suited more on the Lord Tywin Lannister, not on crown prince Rhaegar Targaryen.

Yet here we are!

" How is queen's condition? " That question brought him and his attention back. Not mother but queen, ser Barristan noted, with dread dwelling in his stomach and blood jumping in his heart like some frog jumping in well.

" She is doing well.... You should visit her sometimes....my prince " fortunately words came out of ser Barristan selmy quite normally. Also trying to get this child out of this damn room.

Silence lasted for full two seconds.

" Oh! ....will you allow me entry in her room this time,..ser " those words were like a blow to his heart. Cracking it in dozen pieces like some common mirror. The derision in that sentence was so plane and clear to hear.

Ser selmy did not answer, he could not. He seem to have lost all strength to speak. He just closed his eyes, standing shell shocked, trying his best to gather strength in his knees.

' oh! Aerys. Oh!! Damn you Aerys. What had you made me do.... Oh! damn those god's, those old and new, those of fire and water. Damn them all.' uncontrolled cursing rang in his mind, even if he wanted it to stop he couldn't.

Inevitable memories of that sweet child, he has seen grown, flashed before his mind. His sweet and innocent smile now gone and replaced with face similar to tywin Lannister, his voiced laced with taunts and derision, no longer with childish glow of innocence visible.

Sudder passed his body, breath hitched again and again. Even tears tried there failed attempt to spill out. ' how was he still alive ' he thought darkly to himself ' can someone still survive after there heart is broken into dozen pieces '

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" I have a request to make out of you.....ser " that was no tone of request, it was laced, as before, with authority, cold and hard and with depth. There was no denying it.

Moments of silence passed, it took ser Barristan selmy considerable amount of effort to bring himself out of fog of emotions, when he found his throat able again, he replied.

" Whatever you command, my prince " his voice came out normally, for which he will be eternally be grateful. Ser selmy will tolerate any amount of vunrelibility on inside but never show any on outside.

" Good " Prince praised, still with no emotion appearing," so....i want you to remove every piece of Weirwood..... quietly, away from my chamber's "

' what?? ' ser Barristan blinked his eyes multiple times, confusion clouding them. All others emotions took there position in background, while confusion was the only thing left on.. ' remove wierwood furniture?'

" but,Why? " Barristan couldn't help but ask.

" Will you do it or not,... ser " sharply prince asked, not providing him with any answer's to clear his fog of confusion, even a tingle of annoyance could be heard from that curt tone.

" It will be done,your highness "

" Good! See that it's done quickly and.... without anybody noticing" now that was interesting thing to say, prince wanted Weirwood products gone but without people taking any note of it.

Understandable, ser Barristan thought after a while. While commen people may not think much of this information, but if septons and nobles got wind of it- they would think prince has abonded the Seven and taken to worship of old god's. Now question worth asking would be - has he really?

Ser selmy looked at prince, while it was true that only believers of old gods dislike, products made out of Weirwood, it doesn't mean there couldn't be some other reason behind this strange liking of prince. Before he could continue his line of thoughts through.....

" Oh.. and can you tell me, ser,how to make some noble friends? " asked the prince,... quite hesitantly.

' What now?' ser Barristan was taken ablack because of this strange question.

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