hotmtlnovel Chapter 192: The Faceless Men – The Second Son’s Regiment
Chapter 192: The Faceless Men – The Second Son’s Regiment
Chapter 192: The Faceless Men – The Second Son’s Regiment
After leaving the banquet and the Red Keep, Rhaegar made his way directly to the Dragonpit.
He gathered the remaining seven hundred Dragonkeepers and, under Maynard's supervision, chose the two hundred most skilled among them.
"One hundred of you will sail to the Stepstones Islands tomorrow," Rhaegar ordered, "and one hundred will be stationed at the Red Keep to reinforce the guard."
The battlefield needed seasoned warriors, and the Red Keep's defenses required reinforcement to form an elite royal guard.
"Yes, Prince," Maynard acknowledged, leading the chosen men away.
Syrio approached, his hair disheveled as if he had just woken up from a nap. Rhaegar gave him a questioning look.
"Prince, remember the girl I mentioned?" Syrio said, stepping aside to reveal a young girl from a foreign land, dressed in a black robe.
Rhaegar's eyes widened in recognition. "Sara?"
His memory was sharp, especially since she had helped him acquire a Valyrian Steel sword. Sara stepped forward, kneeling. "Thank you for taking me in, Prince."
Rhaegar cast another questioning glance at Syrio.
"Sara grew up in Braavos and trained at the House of Black and White," Syrio explained.
"The Faceless Men?" Rhaegar was surprised. The House of Black and White was the headquarters of the Faceless Men, the world's most feared assassins.
"I'm afraid I must disappoint you, Prince," Syrio said. "Sara failed their test. Her target was killed before she could act, ending her examination prematurely."
Rhaegar listened as the situation unfolded. After her failed assassination, the House of Black and White severed ties with Sara. Fearing for her life, she fled, eventually ending up as a slave in a gladiator arena after being captured by Unsullied troops.
Recently, a slave trader had bought her, intending to sell her in Pentos, but her ship was intercepted by the Three Daughters.
Rhaegar looked at Sara. "You wish to follow me?"
"Yes, Prince," Sara replied without hesitation.
"How can I trust you?" Rhaegar asked, wary of a former assassin.
"Go on, and keep it discreet," Rhaegar advised, patting Robb's shoulder. He then walked down the steps between the two rows of young men.
His mere presence and a simple glance caused their blood to boil with excitement.
In Westeros, aside from a few great houses, most noble houses had only the eldest son as heir. The eldest son represented the family and held the fiefdom and the people. The second sons were often seen as backups, or squires to their older brothers.
Lesser nobles, unable to support all their children, would equip their second sons with armor, weapons, and horses before sending them out to find their own way. Bastards, often despised, had even fewer prospects.
By bringing in second sons and bastards, who lacked family support, Rhaegar found a loyal and skilled force. Many of these young men were trained as knights, proficient in riding, archery, and swordsmanship, capable of outmatching ordinary peasants on the battlefield.
Rhaegar's army, apart from the 1,200-strong Dragonkeepers, was in need of reinforcement. The Second Sons' Regiment, comprised of these eager and skilled men, would form a formidable addition to his forces.
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On his way back to the Red Keep, Rhaegar rode in a carriage. In a dimly lit alley, a group of gold cloaks stood guard.
Rhaenyra, dressed in a black gown, stood on her tiptoes, watching the carriage slowly pass by.
"Princess, the prince has returned," Harwin said gently, holding a torch to light the way.
"I see him, Ser," Rhaenyra replied, a smile playing on her lips as she glimpsed Rhaegar's figure inside the carriage by the flickering light. "The banquet is not over yet. Let's return to the Red Keep."
"I've arranged a carriage for you," Harwin said, waving his hand to signal the gold cloaks to disperse. "Watch your step, Princess."
Rhaenyra smiled. "Thank you, Ser."
"Keeping the princess safe is the duty of the City Watch," Harwin replied solemnly, raising his hand in a gesture of invitation.
Rhaenyra gave him an skeptical look and gracefully boarded the carriage, lifting her skirt.
Harwin did not join her in the carriage but instead sent two gold cloaks to escort her, watching as the carriage departed. His eyes briefly revealed a glimmer of admiration.
Quickly composing himself, Harwin turned to the gold cloaks and barked, "Resume your patrols! No slacking!"
With that, he resumed his usual tough demeanor and led his men to patrol the city, diligently roaming the streets and alleys.