Pale Fire Ch. 12

TIME JUMP 1.5 YEARS

Joffrey looked over his kingdom, these peasants daring to question his rule, if he wanted to throw lavish parties, there was nothing or no one stopping him. What did he care if they were starving? He was the King of the Seven Kingdoms, his only concern was keeping his power, having everything he wanted when he wanted it. That was what his mother told him for years as a child growing up, the world would be as he made it.

Rubbing his face, he stared out his balcony window, his eyes watching the horizon enjoying seeing the sun starting to rise. Watching the sun starting to peak over the edge of the water, he knew that his servants would start fluttering about to get him ready for his day, turning on his heel, he found a servant girl kneeling at the edge of his bed.

Enjoying her discomfort, "What do you want?" he barked out, taking pleasure in watching her flinch.

"Pardon, your Highness, the Queen Mother sent me to wake you." She said, her eyes never leaving the floor. It was rumored that the last servant that dared looked at the king had her eyes plucked from her head.

Hissing, mother still trying to meddle in his life, how dare she try to command him. Stepping at her, "DO YOU TAKE YOUR ORDERS FROM HER, OR ME!?" He yelled.

Resisting the urge to cry, Ana inhaled slowly, "My King, the final word is always yours, but I am nothing more than a servant in your castle, if the Queen Mother commands me, I can not say no, unless other wise instructed by you."

Feeling his body shake, while he was furious that she wasn't wrong, he felt the need to yell at the bitch.

"The next time my mother commands you to come to me, you tell her by order of the King you have been forbidden to enter my chambers. NOW GET OUT!"

Bowing lowly, Ana never turned her back and walked out backwards, as she shut the door, she let out a shaky breath. He was a monster, his mother no better, too bad none of the former King's sense of honor flowed through his veins. Wiping her face from the tears that were threatening to fall, she knew that she had to be the one to go to the Queen and tell her that her son didn't want his mommy commanding him.

Finding her sitting on the balcony, Ana ducked low, "Pardon the interruption your majesty."

Cersei gently placed her fork down, annoyed that the bitch was back, "Where is my son?" she snapped. How hard was it to do what one was told?

"His Highness told me to get out his chambers, and advised that I am not allowed to enter again under your orders." She said softly.

Resisting the urge to strike the girl, "GET OUT!" she yelled.

Ana didn't hesitate, bowing again, she moved quickly towards the servant's quarters, hoping that neither found a need for her again.

Watching the little bitch leave, Cersei could feel her blood boil, it was obvious to anyone with eyes, that she lost control over her son, and he was pushing back more and more against not only her advice, but her fathers as well. If something didn't change quickly he would bring the kingdom into ruin.

Add the seduction of that Tyrell whore, she could see that he was he was being led far away from her grasps and falling into hers. That wouldn't do, after the bullshit that Robert put her through, loving a dead woman, fucking whores so blatantly around the castle not caring how it made her feel or look, and now her eldest son pushed her away for some cunt. It was enough to make a person murderous.

Exiting her chambers, there was no way that she was going to lose all the power she so carefully cultivated over the years to some doe eyed whore. If this marriage happened, she would have the power of the Queen Consort, and she would need to bow to her. She'd rather die before having to kneel to anyone ever again.

Sansa looked down at her husband, the little Imp, yet another gift from the young man she once worshipped. Wiping her face, she did her best to keep herself composed at all times, for if Joffrey saw her so despondent it was like he was winning. No matter what, she would never give him the pleasure of breaking her.

"Eventually, My Lord, people will wonder why I am not with child." She said, her voice bland with almost no emotion.

Tyrion looked up at his wife, he could see her heart breaking, every day was another piece of her soul being chipped away. He wanted to divorce her, and get her safely back to Winterfell, but his father would not allow it, his retarded nephew wouldn't allow it, and of course his cunt of sister wouldn't allow it. That didn't stop him from trying to find a way to get her out of Kings Landing safely.

Sighing at her statement, "I don't care, unless you want me, I will not lay with you. You've suffered enough, I will not be another person to hurt you." Drinking his wine, he could see the surprise on her face, "I may have been born a Lannister, but I'm not a cruel man."

"Why is Joffrey this way?" Sansa asked, tears threatening to fall.

Letting out a sigh, "I have no clue to why my nephew is so ghastly, for all of my sister's faults, she always showed her children love. Perhaps it was people filling his head from the moment he opened his eyes that he was perfect, he was to be King, how the world would be as he made it."

Cracking a small smile, Sansa looked down at the man, "It's strange, I was raised with my parents telling me the stories of the Mad King, and how King Baratheon unified the Houses to liberate Westeros from his cruelty, it seems like almost a waste, for now we have a cruel boy on the Iron Throne."

For the first time since she's entered King's Landing, she honestly didn't care to mind her words, her father was dead, her brother was dead, the former king's brother was dead, it was only a matter of time before Joffrey or Cersei would find a way to kill her too.

Tyrion couldn't help but laugh at her observation, "Sad but true." Hearing a knock, he gave his wife a gentle pat on her hand, "Enter."

Barging in Cersei found Sansa standing quicky bowing at her, "Get out." She said to the girl.

Giving her a small curtsy, "Of course." Quickly rushing off, Sansa made her way to the Church, it was the one place where people didn't speak to her.

Looking over at his sister, "What has you so riled this early?" he asked, shutting the door.

Taking a seat, "Why is your little wife not pregnant? Are you not able to perform? Perhaps you paid all those whores to say you were a great lover." She snapped at him, not wanting to deal with her real problem.

Rolling his eyes, "As vicious as you are sister, you didn't come to my chambers to torment me, at least not this early." Grabbing his cup of wine, he sat down across from her, waiting.

She hated him, he was the reason her mother was taken from her, why she was left to be raised by maids and her father, but he was smart, perhaps even smarter than father. "He's out of control, I have no way to reign him in."

Giving her a pointed look, "Putting a crown on a wild beast does have it's setbacks." Drinking his wine, he could see her irritation, "Unfortunately he has come into his power, knows that no one can rightly tell him what do to, you, Father, or even the Hand." As much as he thought his nephew a monster, he cared for the boy, "I worry for him, people will soon start revolting, bringing the kingdoms into war, if he doesn't get control of his behavior, I fear his fate is that of the Mad King."

Slamming her hands down, "You dare threaten my son's life?"

Tyrion could see the rage rolling off her, "No, he's a mean-spirited cruel boy, but he is still my nephew." Keeping his voice and temper low, Cersei was quick to anger on a good day, even more so on a bad one. Taking a breath, "I know you've hated me the moment I took my first breath, you've never been shy about saying so, but no matter what, my family has my loyalty."

Settling herself back into the chair, she observed her baby brother, his statement did make her wonder, "Why? Only Jaime was ever kind to you?"

Smirking, "Perhaps dear sister that was enough. As you can see, I don't need much." He teased.

For a brief moment she couldn't help but admire his resilience, but as quickly as the emotion passed through her body, it was gone. She wasn't sure why she came here, but it was not to make amends with her Imp of a brother. "As the Hand, shouldn't you try and guide him."

Drinking his wine, he couldn't help but almost laugh, "Father convinced him to appointment to that position, if your son had his way, he'd have me hung in the streets." Saying it out loud made him realize how close to losing his head he was, "He's probably already planning my execution, just waiting for something that he could use, get the other Lords on board, you'd have no squabble with it, Jamie would follow your lead, Father may complain but perhaps not, so there is nothing more I can do for him."

Standing up to grab more wine, he could see his sister watching him. "My advice, get young Lady Margaery on your side, he's enamored with her. Perhaps with her kind and gentle nature she could help temper his rage."

Hissing at the mere mention of that bitches, but he wasn't wrong, but unfortunately before their engagement, while her son was still betrothed to that Stark girl, she was mean and cruel. "That's not an option now." Was all she said.

Frowning at her, "I'm going to say this regardless of the consequences," holding her eyes with his, "You are mean, cruel, and treat everyone around you like they are nothing. You don't think Joffrey watched how you insulted me, Sansa, the people of Westeros. I'm sorry to say sister, what you are seeing in Joffrey is you."

"I should have your tongue cut out of your fucking head!" How dare he say such things to her. Standing up, "Know this, one day brother, you having the name Lannister will do nothing to save you." Turning on her heel, she made her way out of the room, and towards the garden, perhaps out there she would get an idea of how to keep her power and keep her son from destroying everything she held dear.

Tyrion watched as his sister stormed out of his room, knowing that this was probably going to be what pushed her over the edge. Finishing his wine, he made piece with his death the moment Joffrey ascended to the throne, his only hope was to save Sansa, and get her safely tucked in the arms of anyone of Winterfell.

Finding himself sitting around the table with the council, Tyrion could see that each of the Lords were staring at him, hoping for a clue to why the King called this meeting so urgently.

Tywin looked over at his son, "What is this about?" he growled. Annoyed that he had to get the information from his Imp son, while strategically having a Lannister as the Hand would protect his House, and eventually Jamie's legacy but it was a constant disappointment that his wife birthed such a deformed creature.

Seeing look of disappoint on his father's face, Tyrion could almost just laugh, "His Highness did not elaborate."

Before Tywin could slightly admonish his son, the sound of the doors opening caught his attention. Standing with the rest of Lords, he watched as his grandson entered the room, mildly irritated that he had to bow to a child.

Taking his seat, Joffrey indicated to the rest it to join him, his eyes falling to his uncle, then his grandfather. Enjoying that he no longer allowed them to dictate his life. While he thought his Imp uncle was mostly useless, he was one of the smartest men in Westeros, that was the only thing keeping him alive.

"It's time for me to fulfill my destiny, I will conquer the land of Essos." His eyes locking with his grandfather, knowing he would probably be the first to discourage him. However, to his surprise it was his mother that dared speak out.

Gasping at his declaration, "My King, we are already strained with our war with the North, and most of the Lannister army is in the South." Hoping that she could speak some sense into him.

"I didn't ask, I'm telling you all." Looking at his uncle, as much as he despised the man, "You will remain her, act in my stead," hearing the gasps of the council, his eyes staring into each of their eyes, but focusing on his grandfather, "You will accompany me across the Narrow Sea, Uncle Jaime will join us," smirking at his mother, "You and my siblings will come as well, once I have conquered that land for my own, I will name Tommen my voice, you will remain by his side."

Feeling her body tremble, "Joffrey, it is unwise to send your entire family to a foreign land before it is secured, you could wipe out the family line!"

Standing tall, "You dare not address me as your majesty in MY war council?!" Stepping closer to his mother, "You speak out of turn again, I will have you beaten." Smirking at her trembling fear.

Cersei just nodded, "My apologizes your grace." Closing her eyes, she took a moment to breath, when she opened them, she found her father frowning at her. Knowing her lack of control of her son has brought another unnecessary war.

Realizing that there was nothing that could be done, Tywin just nodded, "I suggest we sail from Dorne, and head towards Myr, it is a much smaller port than Pentos, we secure the city, and move eastward. Meereen is the second most fortified city, followed by Astaphor that is where the unsullied army is kept and trained."

Listening to what his grandfather was saying, "Why not go straight for the unsullied city?" Wondering why he was making such a suggestion.

"Your Grace, we need the numbers, for every small city we take, we control their armies, the unsullied are notable fighters, we need to have the numbers first." Hoping to God the child would listen.

Rubbing his chin, "What of the Dothraki?" Knowing that when his father spoke of them, it was with a little fear.

That was a problem, Tywin took a moment, "We should be able to avoid them as long as we move around the south, they don't go where their horses cannot drink fairly often. Once we take Astapor, we have the remaining unsullied under your banner, then we post around the outskirts of their Horse City, and when a Khalasar enters, we kill them. They do not carry weapons in Vaes Dothrak, so they will be defenseless."

Hearing that brought a sick joy to him, "We leave in a month's time," moving to stand, he looked down at his Hand, "Do not get comfortable on that throne, I will be back in less than a year." Turning to his Lords, "Prepare your generals, it's time to take what will belong to the Seven Kingdoms."

Cersei watched in horror as her son had the royal scribe officially put Tyrion on the throne as the voice of the King, if something happened to them, he would be appointed King of the Seven Kingdoms. Leaving Sansa to be Queen.

Tyrion realized that this was the opportunity he was looking for, if he could keep his head down, give into his nephews demands for another month, once his ship cleared the horizon, he'd divorce Sansa, and get her back to Winterfell.

Following behind the King, he started planning, the longer Joffrey was gone the better chances of securing Gentry Baratheon on the throne. He loved his family, but they were corrupted just like the Targaryen's, he was driven to give Westeros the King it needed. The only issue was him not being considered legitimate, but as acting as the voice, he could start working with the High Septon to say that it was to be.

His only real obstacle was Lord Baelish, ever the opportunist, he knew that he would do what he could to undermine his voice. With his strange obsession with the late Lady Stark, and now with her daughter, he knew if he allowed this man to continue, he would cause great harm to the young lady, while he did not love her, he cared for Sansa as a person.

Knowing that Varys hated the man, and knew that Joffrey was bad for the kingdom, perhaps the two of them could form an alliance and bring a needed change through the Kingdoms. Mentally penning his letter to Lord Bran Stark, the last remaining legitimate Stark, he would offer the North their freedom, to be a self-governing Kingdom. It was the least he could offer from the atrocities that his family brought to them.

Much was needed to be done, and needed to be done as quietly as possible, for if the wrong person head his most inner thoughts, everything that he would attempt to do for the greater good of the Kingdom would be lost.

Rose sat with her son, smiling at his face, "My Stallion, you are looking more like your father every day." Enjoying him now that he was starting to speak, asking for things. It was still unbelievable that her son was 2, it seemed like yesterday he was just born.

Finding him rubbing her belly, "Baby." He said, his eyes shining with joy.

Putting her hand over his, "Yes. Another baby. A brother, Najo." Smiling as Rhogoro smiled back at her at the mention of his brother. Letting out a sigh, she knew that war was coming, soon they would need to meet this King's army in Myr. While she would ride with the Dothraki, she wasn't able to take part, she was a few months shy of giving birth to her second child, and as much as she wanted to kill the invaders, she would never put her children at risk.

Standing up, she pulled her son with her, "Come my Stallion. It's time to find you cousin." Chuckling when she heard him squeal and run out the tent.

Following behind him, she watched as the people moved out his way, screaming at the top of his lungs for "Jaggo."

Seeing Dali look up with her son who was now trying to get out of his mother's arms, "Release him, Rhogoro wants to play." She yelled, smiling at her face.

Dani, and Irri chuckled, their son's wanting to play with their friend. Soon all 4 boys were sitting around, playing, wrestling, and just being toddlers.

Sitting down with them, Rose couldn't help feeling at peace, while war was looming over the horde, they were able to find time to let the kids play. That was the most important thing for her, while she knew Rhogoro would all too soon start his training to be a fighter like his father, it was nice to let him just be a happy little boy.

Looking at her friends, she could see that they were content with their lives, but the underlying worry was marred on their faces. "I am worried too, but with Ciar, we've had forewarning, which makes the prospect of surviving that much easier." Hoping that her voice carried the confidence she needed.

Dali looked over at her sister, "It is true, we had the warnings, and with your brilliant strategies, it won't be much of a fight." Frowning at the thought, "It's too bad. I was hoping for more of a challenge."

Irri chuckled, "Of course you would prefer a little more bloodshed, but you are the daughter of a Khal, and sister to one."

Dani on the other hand was worried, looking her son, she was scared that he would be taken from her. But her mind was at ease knowing that unsullied were now under the command of Khal Drogo. While it wasn't a guarantee of victory, between the horde of almost 100,000 men, and 10,000 unsullied soldiers they had a real chance of survival.

"I'm just happy that with the unification of the Khalasars and acquiring of the unsullied the numbers will be in our favor." Taking a moment to look over the ladies she was sitting with, "Be mindful of Tywin Lannister, he is known for his military mind."

Sparing a glance at her husband who was sitting with the other Khals and bloodriders, she couldn't help but appreciate his form. Turning her attention to Dani, "Illryio explained that when Ciar got a better idea of who was coming."

Taking a moment to look over at them, "We are stronger than some power-hungry child. The sky herd will ride with us, the Khals sitting on top of them will strike fear in their hearts. We will be at the top of the mountain, watching our husbands defend this land. We will bring fire down upon their ships from above, cutting off their escape routes, bringing an end to their war."

Dali stood feeling the words of war flow through her, "Dothraki woman on the mountain raining down arrows and fire, while the Khalasars rides into their burning troops, killing them all!"

Rose chuckled at her declaration, her eyes finding Irri and Dani smiling, "You are my blood riders, I've trained you, taught you, and trust you with my life." Standing next to Dali, "War is coming to Essos, hold your families tight, pray to whatever God you believe in and pray that we all make it through."

Drogo watched as the women stood and started hugging the other, his eyes taking in his wife's belly, "The women are bounding over war." He said the group of men.

Moro chuckled, "Perhaps that is the downside of marrying a warrior woman, she thirsts for blood."

The Khals couldn't help but laugh at that, Jammo looked over at the women, "It is better to have a woman who can fight for her people, than a useless woman, mine can't even cook." He muttered. While she gave him 2 sons, that was all she was capable of.

Drogo smirked, "It was her fighter spirit that drew me in, I wanted a woman who had the heart of Khal." Tipping back his drink, he knew that they were all edgy for the coming battle, and if they were going to survive, they would truly have to ride as one.

Zekko turned his attention towards the women, his wife sitting with the other Khaleesi's, he too wished that his wife had more of a fighter's spirit, but perhaps if they survived this he would ask the Great Khaleesi to train his only daughter, while he wanted to make sure she married well, he wanted to be able to take care of herself the way the Great Khaleesi was able to, even while pregnant with her second child she was a force to be reckoned with.

"Your sons will be great men, your daughters if you are given them will be might as their mother." He said to Drogo.

Moving to stand, Drogo looked at the men around him, "I am a very luck man." Clearing his throat, "Soon we will be at the cliff of the poison water. The Great Stallion and the Sky herd will ride with us, the women will rain down fire to the ships, the sands will be stained with the blood of weaker men."

Screaming out with joy, they called into the night, praying to the Great Stallion for a glorious battle, sending a message to the men in the iron clothes that the Dothraki were to be feared, and if they continued to cross the poison water, they would be met with the vengeance of the horde. Essos belonged to their people, and those that understood this.

Laying in their tent, she watched as her husband removed his pants and made his way towards her. Seeing the look in his eyes, Rose rolled onto her knees, knowing that he wanted her, and she wanted him just as much.

"Please, my Khal." She whispered to him.

Falling to his knees, Drogo lifted her dress, enjoying the fact that she was always bare for him at night. Gently rubbing her ass, he could see her pussy starting to glisten, "I'm going to fuck you, moon of my life, and feel your pussy clench around my cock."

Pushing his cock into her body, he couldn't help but groan out as his cock bottomed out. Giving her a moment to adjust to his size, he slowly pulled himself out, enjoying how his dick glistened with her juices, "You will feel me when you move my moon."

Rose wrapped her fingers in the furs under her hands, hissing out as he slowly moved within her body. "Take me, my Khal." Hoping that he would fuck her, needing to feel his cock stretch her body.

Snapping his hips forward, enjoying how her pussy gripped him, wrapping his hands around her hips he drove himself deep into her body, strong and steady, while he wanted to make her feel every movement, he didn't want to hurt her or their son.

Hearing the sounds of their flesh slapping together drove him harder into her, wanting to bring his wife, his moon to pure bliss, like she has every night since they were married.

Pushing herself back against his hips, Rose could feel the warmth building in her lower belly, no matter how hard, soft, or any other way of making love with her husband, Drogo always brought her to edge. "I'm so close my Khal. Please. Fill me with your seed." Not caring how she sounded, she'd beg him if that was what it took.

Driving deeper into her body, Drogo wrapped his arms under hers, bringing her back against his chest. Sliding his hand over her swollen belly, enjoying how their son was kicking, it drove him to the edge, his head laying against her shoulder, he drove himself upwards into her body, "Take my seed." He groaned out, his eyes closing against his will.

The change in position caused her to cry out, her head falling back against him, Rose placed her hand over his, "OH GOD!" She cried, enjoying how her orgasm rolled through her veins. "My Khal." Her voice a low hush.

Slowly stroking his cock deep, loving how her pussy milked him as they both came down from their pleasures, but he could feel himself getting slightly dizzy. Carefully laying them down, he kept his cock deep inside her, finding comfort that his seed remained inside her.

Tucking her arm underneath her head, Rose could feel herself drifting to sleep, "Sun and Stars, promise me this, you will do what you can to come back to me." She knew that war was unpredictable, but she felt that she needed to ask.

Placing a small kiss on her neck, "Moon of my stars, only the Great Stallion would have the power to keep me from you. Even then, I'd tell him to go fuck himself."

Chuckling, "That is something you would say to a God." Rubbing his arm, "I know you will bring great honor to your Khalasar. I love you, Sun and Stars, and I am with you until the very end."

Hearing her declaration, brought a smile to his face, "For that I am grateful, Moon of my Life, I love you too." Hearing her yawn, he couldn't help but smirk, "Get some sleep, for we have a lot of preparations to make. I love you."

Closing her eyes, she knew that he was right, they had a little more than a month to get everything ready for King Joffrey and his army. No matter what, she would do everything in her power to make sure that she killed that bastard.

R'hllor down at the sleeping couple, it brought him great joy knowing that he was the reason for such a wonderful love blooming. Waving his hand over the couple, sending them into a deep sleep, "Soon, you will both meet your destinies."

He knew while they had the numbers, he refused leave anything to chance, waving his hand over the Dragon eggs that Rose kept in her tent. Smiling when he saw them turning red, "You will all hatch by morning, and grow faster than those before you, your loyalty will be to those of her bloodline, never once turning your aggression on the innocent."

Touching each egg, feeling their dormant energy come to the surface, his hand on the dark red egg, "You shall be called Drogon, after Khal Drogo, you will be the largest of your siblings" moving to the next, "In a different time, you would have been called Viserion a name she picked for a fallen brother with no honor, you were to be his redemption, but now you will be named Magnus," finally touching the last egg, "You are to keep your name that Daenerys would have named you, Rhaegal, for he was killed for having the love of a woman that another wanted."

Stepping back, he knew that they would hatch when she moved to close the case in the morning, making sure that she was the first thing that they saw, for she would be their mother.