What if Rhaegar Targaryen Killed Robert at the Trident?

What if Robert Baratheon lost the Battle of the Trident? Let's explore this alternate timeline together, in the video. They would call it the ruby ford afterward, and the name would outlast every man who fought there. It was the place where Robert Baratheon and Rhaegar Targaryen met in the middle of a river while the world burned around them. In our timeline the rebellion was won there with a single crushing blow from a warhammer that staved in the dragon on Rhaegar's breastplate and scattered the rubies into the water like drops of frozen blood. But what if the hammer had swung wide. What if the Targaryen prince, slighter and faster and trained from boyhood by the finest sword in the realm, had turned at the last possible moment, and his own blade had found the gap beneath Robert's arm, and the Lord of Storm's End had toppled from his destrier into the Trident with the rubies still gleaming on the dragon's chest. What then. To understand what then, you must first remember how they came to that ford. It began with a crown of winter roses placed in the lap of a girl who was already promised to another, and from that single act of love or madness or prophecy the realm tore itself apart. Brandon Stark rode south to demand the prince's head, and the Mad King imprisoned him, and Rickard came to answer for his son, and Aerys burned the old wolf alive in his own armor while his son strangled himself trying to reach him. The Mad King demanded the heads of Robert Baratheon and Eddard Stark, and Jon Arryn refused, and the banners went up across the Vale and the North and the Stormlands and at last the Riverlands. Robert carved his way south, and Rhaegar at last returned from his hidden place in Dorne to take command of the royalist host and march to the Trident. Now imagine it ending differently. Imagine Rhaegar parrying that warhammer at the very last instant, and stepping inside its arc, and driving his blade through the gap in Robert's armor with all the weight of his horse and his fury and his prophecy behind it. Imagine the Lord of Storm's End falling from his saddle into the river. Imagine the silence afterward, and the slow rising roar from the royalist lines as the Crownlanders understood that the war they had been losing was suddenly, impossibly, won. Rhaegar stood over the body in the shallows with the river running red around his boots, and Ser Barristan Selmy staggered toward him through the carnage with arrow and spear and sword wounds bleeding through his white cloak. Rhaegar: Is he dead? Barristan: Aye, my prince. Robert Baratheon is dead. #gameofthrones #gameofthroneswhatif #Targaryen #Gameofthroneslore