Hello people! Some of you seems concerned that I might not continue this story, but not to worry I am. I simply just tend to update once a month, no worries.
So, Voldemort is King now. That's fun. :P
Voldemort was the first to arrive to the small council meeting followed by Ares and Hel, just as he wanted. He went up to the head of the table and inspected the chair. It had a higher back than the other chairs and was generally bigger but not grand enough for King Voldemort. He smirked and waved his hand at the chair, the wood darkened and snakes started to curl themselves around the handles and back.
When Voldemort was satisfied with the shape of the chair he smirked and sat down. Ares and Hel wasn't slow to drape themselves over him and the newly made throne. Ever since he reviled them they barley left his side, much to the aggravation to all people around him. Voldemort gently stroked Ares head, both snakes had gotten used to the masked that covered their eyes.
Voldemort looked up as the door opened, his grandfather and mother entered. He raised his eyebrow at his mother.
"I don't remember sending you a formal invitation mother?" He tapped his fingers against the table as he spoke to show his dismay. Cersei's mask slightly flickered but was quickly put back in place.
"I just wanted to be here if you needed me", Cersei answered.
"Fine", Voldemort waved his hand. He planned to discuss Myrcella anyway so his mother being here got him out of telling her later. Prince Oberyn, Lady Olenna, Spider and Annie entered soon after and lastly Pyrcell came in. When the Maester noticed the number of woman in the room he frowned but said nothing. Most of the members tried to actively ignore the large serpents draped around their king, much to Voldemort's amusement. Voldemort rose and let the basilisk's slip off him as he started to walk up to the window, hands clasped behind him.
"To say our most recent kings have been lacking would be the understatement of a century", Voldemort started earning a snort from Prince Oberyn and a smirk from Spider.
"It has left this kingdom in disarray and chaos, I aim to fix this", Voldemort turned around and meeting every person's eyes before continuing his speech.
"I hope that every one of you are ready to do your part into restoring the kingdom we all… love", the last word was spoken as a challenge. He knew most of these people cared mostly for themselves.
"First thing first, your positions on my council", Voldemort turned to Prince Oberyn.
"I don't know what your current plans are Oberyn but I hope you will keep being an advisor on this council", Oberyn remained silent before nodding. Voldemort didn't much care for the prince but for now he was a tool to secure Myrcellas safety.
"Spider and Annie, master of coin and law as you know", they both nodded.
"My king! A woman can't be master of coin or law!" Pyrcell argued. Voldemort simply raised an eyebrow and looked over at Spider. Spider simply pouted her lips and looked over at the man.
"Why don't you come with me afterwards and I'll prove you wrong?" Spider purred and basically pushed her large chest up on the table. Pyrcell spluttered and could do nothing but stare.
"Please do Spider", Voldemort agreed. He'd had enough of the idiot measter and didn't mind Spider… taking care of him.
"Lady Olenna, I would like you to become master of whisperers."
"I accept my king", Tywin raised an eyebrow at Olennas declaration. Tommen seemed to have charmed the Tyrell matriarch.
"Grandfather, master of war", Tywin looked up at his grandson with a frown. Master of war?
"And who may I ask, is going to be hand of the king?" Tywin spat. Voldemort gave his grandfather a warning glare.
"No one for now, when Trystan returns he will become Lord Commander. I have not yet successfully made contact with my uncle yet about the master of ships but hope to hear from him soon."
"The traitor?!" Tywin protested.
"Shut up", Voldemort snapped. Tired of being questioned.
"Prince Oberyn, I wish to discuss my sister. She hasn't been home for years and I want you to send for her", Oberyn frowned.
"Why? She is very happy together with my nephew in Dorne", Voldemort just glared.
"She hasn't been home in years, I'm sure she would like to see her mother and brother again. Would you deny her a visit?" Voldemort challenge. Oberyn protested once again before agreeing to send a letter to his brother about arranging a visit to the capital.
"I been designing some new war machines", Voldemort looked at Annie who immediately brought up parchment from her satchel. All council members curiously looked over the blueprints.
"I want all blacksmiths in the capital to start working on the cannons as soon as possible. Spider has already sent for the supplies needed", Voldemort explained and Spider nodded in confirmation.
"If I may ask my king, how does these machines work?" Olenna asked with a confused frown on her face.
"Well, you lode the pipe with a projectile like an iron sphere. Then you add an explosive to the back before closing it up. Then there is an ignition cup where you add heat, in this case a flame, this will ignite the explosive. But the explosion will be directed through the pipe, this will send the sphere towards the intended target", Voldemort explained. Twyin had to swallow hard to keep his expression passive. This was impressive.
Spider gently pulled Measter Pyrcell into her own suit, the room was darkly lit and was draped with dark plush fabrics. She leads him to the bed and pushed him down.
"Now you see measter, I'll show you how I deal with business and how effective it is", She whispered as she pressed her body against the old man. Pyrcell chortled his excitement and greedily grabbed the curvy body in front of him.
Spider's face split up in a grin, but the smile continued across her face. More cracks appeared along her face. Pyrcell screamed as Spider's face split apart and reviled large red mouth filled with razor sharp teeth. The face appendages grabbed around Pyrcell's face and muffled his terrified screams.
"My king!" A guard bust into the room. Voldemort and Annie looked up from the documents on his desk.
"How dare you enter without permission?" Voldemort's voice was icy cold as he pinned the guard with his red gaze.
"My King, I'm sorry but… Prince Oberyn just challenge the mountain to a duel", the guard panted. He obviously was just coming from the scene. Voldemort frowned and stepped around his desk.
"Where?!" He demanded.
"The west training grounds my king", the guard explained. Shit, that was far away, there was no way the duel hadn't started yet. Voldemort apparated, startling the guard. He turned to Annie, who was quickly gathering all the documents into her satchel.
"Where'd he go?" the guard squeaked. Annie just looked at him.
"You need to leave the king's study", she walked up to him to escort him out. She barley reached his chest but the guard followed her with a confused expression.
Voldemort appeared on the training grounds, startling several people. He paid them no mind as she scanned the grounds for Oberyn and the mountain. He spotted a group of people shouting at one of the sparing rings.
Voldemort separated the crowd in front of him with a push of his magic causing several people to fall over.
"NO!" He screamed as he saw the mountain holding Oberyns head.
"Expelliarmus!" The mountain was flung away from Oberyn and crashed into the stone wall next to the ring. People gasped at his display of magic and took a step back. Voldemort kneeled next to the wounded prince. His eyeballs where completely crushed and blood was gushing out every hole on his head signalling internal damage.
Voldemort's brain was racing, trying to find any useful healing spell that would help the situation. He finally decided on a bone healing spell to heal the fractured skull, then a spell to heal broken blood vessels, lastly he removed to blood that had leaked into the tissue.
After his last spell he looked up, a large crowd had gathered around. They all wore awed expressions on their face. Voldemort pointed at a man in front of him.
"You help me carry him into the keep", Voldemort commanded. After the prince was being carried into the red keep Voldemort turned his attention to the unconscious mountain. A quick diagnosis spell later reviled the poison Oberyn had used.
"Well… I guess you can join your brother", Voldemort shrugged.
The plot thickens. So people, your honest opinion. Myrcella lives or dies?
Next time: ... Myrcella might be in trubble and also we visit Bran Stark in Winterfell.