Chapter 41

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My ravens came back in morning happy and static with their discoveries; they had found all the prominent Dothraki tribes scattered around Essos, the smallest of them having over ten thousand riders.

It was time to go big if I continued at this pace Essos would be mine in a decade, I had to speed things up, risking more to win more.

While it's true I only had over six thousand men, that didn't count my animals, I had over three thousand horses that unlike the Dothraki ones would fight, and my Ravens, so in the end, the battle was more than fair if I took that into account.

"I will leave in about two hours," I told Daenerys as I put on my clothes.

"Let me guess, the ravens found something," Daenerys eyed me for a second, "You can communicate with them, right?"

I sighed, she was right, and honestly, I'm surprised that nobody hasn't figured it out, "Not only Ravens, any animal… they can talk to me, and I can talk to them,"

"I can see why you didn't tell me before," Daenerys said deep in thought, "If I had to take a guess, I would say they are your information network, so if people were to know about this… you would be left in the unknown… am I correct?"

I eyed her for a second before I started to chuckle, "Yes, that is very much why I have been avoiding people knowing about it," her deduction was on point, maybe I should start calling her Sherlock.

"Your secret is safe with me, my bear," Daenerys smiled, not at all offended I didn't tell her this earlier, "Any other secrets you might want to share?"

"Well, I can use any weapon in the world, and have a super body," I laughed, I knew she would take this as a joke, but sadly for her, it was the truth, so in the future when this inevitably came up, I would use this moment as a reminder that I told her.

"Well, I already know my bear is the best warrior, and he does indeed have a great body, so those are not secrets," Daenerys laughed, kissing me on the lips softly, "Be safe out there, I need you."

"Aye, I will," I nodded as I left the room, it was time to conquer.

I left once again Daenerys with five hundred men and some ravens to protect her; I also ordered her horse to basically be her bodyguard.

It would take me two days to get to the Dothraki tribe I was targeting, but after winning against them, I would finally have the strength to fight the rest; I just had to win this battle, and everything would fall into place.

All I had to do was exactly the same I had done so far. Win.

After two long days of travel and one to recover, I was mere miles away from the battle, and like me, the Dothraki knew I was approaching and were already riding towards me, this didn't come as a surprise for my ravens had told me in advance, but it hardly mattered, it was time to fight, so shouting a battle cry, I rode into battle with my men following close behind, and my ravens flying above me.

*FOR THE CORN!* My ravens shouted in a powerful caw! as they charged into battle from the blue skies.

*FOR THE APPLEEESSSS!* The horses shouted in a mighty battle cry as they galloped to destroy my enemies

As we approached their troops I ordered my ravens to attack the Dothraki first taking in consideration their flying advantage; it would undoubtedly disorient them, with their orders read my ravens took the mission to their heats, and soon I saw the feathered warriors made their way towards the fierce nomads with a battle caw, trying to push them off their horses, the riders tried to slash them away, trying to kill my ravens, failing for the most part, as it was hard to cut something so small while moving.

Taking their struggle to fend off my feathery friends as an opportunity, I commanded my cavalry to attack the Dothraki with all our might, with loyal horses trampling as many Dothraki as they could with their strong and powerful hooves, some of my Dothraki riders were shouting in happiness saying that I had blessed them with the honor to fight with their horses like this, fighting like brothers they said.

After that the battle continued for an hour or with me every now and then commanding my archers to shoot down their men, I would see many riders and horses fall wounded or dead to the ground to the arrows they were receiving.

I was during this trying to find the Khal, but in the end, it was the Khal that found me, he rode towards with a happy expression, I saw him covered in the blood of my comrades galloping proudly on his horse, with his curved sword in his right hand, and the head of one of my men of his left.

"I am Khal Moro; I will take what is yours and make it mine," Khal Moro said with a smug expression, throwing me the head of my Ko.

"I am Khal Ronard, and unlike you, I will take what's rightfully mine, because all of you belong to me," I said with a faint smile as I added a taunt, "Come little filly, I will end you,"

The Khal growled in response as he jumped off his horse, swinging his curved sword against my head, but I moved aside just enough so that the sword just passes me by.

"Try again," I chuckled, making him glow red anger.

With a smile in my face, I continued to dodge his attacks with little to no effort, and this was obviously getting to his nerves as he was growing angrier and angrier as he continued to miss his swings at me, "You won't win little filly, because, you are already dead," with that quote said that always wanted to use, I leaped forward as I vertically spun my blade around, releasing a flowing attack in a circular motion with enough strength and momentum to separate the Khal from his lower half.

I stood behind the now-dead Khal, as I shouted, "Join my Khalasar or die!"

It didn't take long for the remaining Dothraki to lower their weapons.

"I am, Khal Ronard! You will obey or die! Is that clear!?" I shouted once again.

The Dothraki followed strength, and for now, I was the strongest one.

After taking control over Moro's Khalasar I marched back to Daenerys, I wanted to see her, after all, I was happy, I had won this battle, officially taking the first big step towards my conquest, I had obtained nine thousand riders and able warriors, and in total, I even had some bloodriders now, that called me blood of my blood.

A curious thing about the Dothraki, Bloodriders fulfill the roles of guards, brothers, shadows, and apparently friends to the Khal they follow in ways that run way deeper than the oaths of the Kingsguard to the king on Westeros. The Khal (in this case me) and his bloodriders commonly refer to each other as "blood of my blood," should I die, they would do everything in their power to avenge me, and would not stop until the one who killed me dies or they themselves die.

Four Khalasars more and I would be able to take on Drogo, my plans were going smoothly, with the next step after taking the Dothraki being conquering the free cities.

As we rode, my guard aka Bloodrider approached and said, "My Khal, we need to ride to Vaes Dothrak, the Dosh Khaleen have to bless your journey as a new big Khal,"

In Dothraki culture, many might take the title of a Khal and might even have a Khalasar following him, but only those with the approval of the Dosh Khaleen can genuinely be considered Khals, of course, their blessing doesn't come that easily, for a Khal to be regarded as a real Khal, he has to have at least a Khalasar of five thousand Dothraki Riders with him.

Which is why my new Bloodrider, is telling me to go to Vaes Dothrak, after all, I was now leading over ten thousand Dothraki, by Dothraki law I was a fully-fledged Khal now, all I needed was make it technically official was the blessing of the widows.

"We will, but we are going for my wife first," I nodded, while I originally wanted to see the Dothraki city, my first priority was to have my wife back with me, after that I would go to horse town.

Chapter 42

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After going back to the camp where I had left Daenerys, I took my wife with me and departed with my Khalasar to Vaes Dothrak, from what my Khalasar had told me the city was a fortnight away, located in the northeast of the vast Dothraki sea, beneath the mother of mountains, from what I could gather from the books and my Khalasar. Vaes Dothrak had no walls, which made for a pretty lousy defense against aggressors if you ask me, but then again, who would be so stupid to attack them.

The sacred city was also primarily ruled and inhabited by slaves and the Dosh Khaleen, the wives of all the Khals who have come before, aka dying. Within the sacred city, It is forbidden to wear a blade or shed a free man's blood.

In short, our trip would be long and quite dull, that was if we didn't find a Khalasar or someone on our way there.

"So I will become a Khaleesi," Daenerys inquired approaching with a smile on her face, she somehow found that amusing.

"It means Queen in their language; you should know that," I chuckled.

"Oh, I know, but I am a Queen already," Daenerys giggled.

"Aye, but with this, you will multiply your Queen powers," I chuckled.

"I suppose that makes the trip worth it," Daenerys smiled as we continued our trip.

[1 MONTH LATER]

Our trip to Vaes Dothrak was uneventful, the only thing that was out of the ordinary was the amount of time that took us to get here, they said two weeks, two weeks my ass, besides that everything was fine, we didn't find any Khalasars in our path to the sacred city, nor we found slavers or any other threat I would have to subdue to continue, part of me was happy the trip was so dull, but another part of me wanted to make this trip even more worth it.

But now it was too late, I was in front of the incredibly breathtaking gates of the city, also known as The Horse Gate of Vaes Dothrak, for what I had read this was the most impressive part of the sacred city, and so far I couldn't agree more.

It was marveling to see those two gigantic bronze stallions whose hooves were meeting a hundred feet above the ground, forming a pointed arch that gave the feeling you were entering Valhalla itself.

"Truly impressive," I muttered as I passed with my horse.

"It is, the books don't honor its glory," Daenerys agreed with me, for the Dothraki this was nothing to be impressed, and the Ironborn didn't care much for it, on the other hand, my horses were having a moment, a fangirl moment.

After five long minutes of admiring the gate, we found ourselves approaching the city, and the feeling of wonder died immediately, how the fuck can some make such an epic gate to enter the city but stops there!? The so-called sacred city was nothing but and over-glorified camp with slaves.

The more we approached the city, the less impressed I got, seriously, I expected something more… city like.

"Well, they stopped being awesome at the gate," I muttered, making Daenerys giggled in agreement.

After we arrived and settled, I was taken to meet the widows, so that they would name me a Khal, a mere formality, but an important one for them.

"You are the foreigner," A widow said, eyeing me carefully.

"In a way, I am," I nodded.

"Yet you have become a Khal, your Khalasar speaks a great deal of your strength," Another widow added.

"I have yet to taste defeat, so they are right," I chuckled.

"We have seen your connection with the horses, you are a Dothraki in everything, but birth," The leader of the crones said, with wonderment in her eyes, "We take anything and make it ours, so by our laws I don't see why you shouldn't wear the title you so well deserve,"

Thanks, your approval means nothing to me; that what I wanted to say, but I knew how to pick my fights, "I thank you for your wisdom," I smiled.

"Have you taken more than one wife?" A widow asked.

"No, I only have one, my Khaleesi, my wife is Daenerys Mormont," I informed them.

"Very well, Khal Ronard, you have our blessing," The leader of the crones said, as she added, "We want to meet your Khaleesi, please send her over to us later,"

"Sure," I nodded as I took my leave, and just like that, I was a Khal but with license.

That night after Daenerys had her talk with the crones, she told me they had confirmed her pregnancy, my answer to if I would be happy with a kid was answered that same moment, I was happy beyond comprehension, I couldn't believe, I was going to be a father, the thought of it really made me smile.

As I was high on happiness, the Crones called me, Daenerys, and my Khalasar to a ritual; they had confirmed she was pregnant, and now they wanted to read our omens.

Once we were all were the Crones had asked us to go, they gave Daenerys a horse heart and instructed her to eat it, I told her she didn't have to do it, I didn't care for the bad omens and stuff, but Daenerys wanted to do it anyway.

With a smile, I walked down to my seat as I saw how my wife devour a raw heart, while disgusting and puke provoking, I was too happy to really focus on the fact that she was eating an appalling heart.

All of a sudden, my Khalasar started to chant something that brought me back memories.

'hlizif cub!'

'hlizif cub!'

'hlizif cub!'

'hlizif cub!'

'hlizif cub!'

'hlizif cub!'

'hlizif cub!'

'hlizif cub!'

'hlizif cub!'

'hlizif cub!'

'hlizif cub!'

'hlizif cub!'

This was the vision I had a few months ago, I reliving the same event again but in real life, now I understood why I was happy, even covered in blood her beauty shines like a diamond, maybe this is what people call the shine of pregnancy, she certainly looks better now that I know she is pregnant.

'Vezh fin saja rhaesheseres'

'Vezh fin saja rhaesheseres'

'Vezh fin saja rhaesheseres'

'Vezh fin saja rhaesheseres'

'Vezh fin saja rhaesheseres'

'Vezh fin saja rhaesheseres'

'Vezh fin saja rhaesheseres'

'Vezh fin saja rhaesheseres'

'Vezh fin saja rhaesheseres'

'Vezh fin saja rhaesheseres'

'Vezh fin saja rhaesheseres'

'Vezh fin saja rhaesheseres'

That chant was new, and while my Dothraki was quite fluent at this point I had to focus to translate what they were saying, after hearing the chant a couple of times I couldn't help but smile, they were calling my unborn son the Stallion Who Mounts the World, while I thought that title would be given to me, I didn't mind, like his father he was already showing everyone who was the fucking boss.

So with a huge smile on my face, I started to chant with them.

That same night I talked with my wife, she told me how the crones told her she would have twins, my mind started to race, would they look like her? or like me? I smiled as we continued to talk, eventually falling asleep.

Chapter 43

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After receiving the great news that my wife was pregnant, and the prophecy that my kids would bring the world together, I decided to take a week to celebrate with my wife in Vaes Dothrak. I was spoiling her rotten with everything her heart craved and desired.

I was happy, but deep down I was scared, I had made an enemy I wasn't sure how to beat yet, a fucking demon, probably a god, but also, I now had a reason even bigger than myself to find a way to win this battle of light and darkness.

"I think we will have two boys," Daenerys said, smiling, resting her beautiful head on my chest as I brushed her hair with my fingers.

"I think, we will have a boy and a girl," I smiled as I yawned, it was pretty late, and with all the celebration I had been doing I didn't get much rest, "But I'll be happy either way,"

"A boy and a girl, that sounds nice too," Daenerys yawned back, getting closer to me to be spooned.

"It..does," I smiled as we continued to talk for hours about how we pictured our kids would look like; with her exquisite valyrian features and my north standard ones mixed in the baby oven, I couldn't help but wonder, how would they look like, would they look like me? Like her? A mix of both? I was frankly excited to see them already; eventually, at some point in the conversation, we fall asleep, happy.

Once again, I found myself in this wretched dream world, just when I thought I was out of this shit hole, here I am, standing on an even colder weather, freezing my ass off.

"I will inject caffeine into my veins after I wake up, I swear it," I muttered, as I started to walk around, at one point something would have to happen, and I would wake up, I only hoped this time the demon didn't force me into another two-week coma.

Eventually, after what I feel it was hours of walking through the blizzard, I found the house that I used to hide during my last visit to this dream world, I am not quite sure what draws me back here considering the house was the place the I met Freddy Kruger on steroids, but once again, I find myself inside the house, so far I hadn't seen nor the demon, nor his white walkers, so perhaps this would be a good vision.

"As if, I bet the moment I lower my guard some paranormal shit will happen," I chuckled drily as I explored the house, after all, last time I didn't have any time to do it.

It doesn't take me long to find that the house has an attic, so with a deep breath, I found myself climbing the rickety ladder leading probably to something that would scar me or some shit.

With a strong pull, I tear the door to the attic off, an alarmed but yet pretty familiar caw, and a flutter of wings inform me of the presence of a Raven inside the attic.

"Well, this is new," The Raven flew close to me, eyeing me with wonder.

"Are you secretly a demon waiting to scare the crap out of me?" I asked with a chuckle.

"No, but I can be pretty scary," The Raven huffed as if I had insulted him.

"Oh, I bet," I chuckle.

"You can… understand me… well, this is certainly new," The Raven said, tilting his head, puzzlement on his little black eyes, "Why are you here?"

"No for pleasure, that's for sure," I sighed, "But I keep coming back, over and over and over again,"

"Then you probably still have something to see," The Raven flew to my shoulder as he hummed, "I wonder what, we don't get many visitors here, even those so-called green seers stay away from these parts."

"I can wonder why," I retorted sarcastically, it was more than obvious no one, in their right fucking mind would come to this place.

"Well, then keep going, you have to follow your guts… that's how things work around here," The Raven chuckled as he pointed me with this little wing to continue on my mission, "I will stay by your side, I have this weird feeling you are someone I have to love, weird huh?"

Suppressing the need to laugh at that, I started to survey the attic, taking a good look around, and what I see doesn't shout destiny or something like that; the attic was full of furniture and broken glasses that cluttered the small attic.

Nothing unusual so far, but as the Raven said, I had to follow my gut, and so I did, eventually a ray of light. A single beam of light that sneaked its way down from a crack in the roof, it felt warm, welcoming like the evening sun of summer, which considering how fucking cold it was outside was no possible.

Perhaps this was it? So with that in mind, I took a deep breath, taking in the as I approach the light that for some reason I couldn't reach, it was as if it was moving out of my reach the more I walked, or perhaps it was guiding me somewhere, this theory proved to be right when the light stopped moving illuminating in the circle a footprint that reminded why I was afraid to come here in the first place.

Recognizing those claw marks, I immediately felt an involuntary shiver runs down my spine. The memories of that dream resurfacing as I gulped.

"This is the demon you talked about earlier, right?" The Raven that I had quite honestly forgotten was on my shoulder inquired.

"Yes, it is," I nodded as I slowly regained myself back together; I had two new reasons to be brave and victorious.

So deciding not to go back down, I start peering around nervously as I continued to follow the footprints; eventually, I began to catch glimpses of something glowing with a faint dimming light, and like every horror movie was in the direction the footprints were leading me.

"I miss the days my dreams involved naked ladies or food," I sighed as I followed the footprints.

Heart thumping, I carefully make my way to the glowing item, finding that it was a simple mirror, there was nothing special about the mirror, except maybe that it was taller than me. Still, besides that, it was a pretty common mirror, the mirror itself was standing propped up against the wall, with faint glow muffled by the rags covering it.

"I bet you a fucking ton of corn that then moment I move those rag some paranormal shit will happen," I chuckled, eyeing the Raven on my shoulder.

"The mirror its glowing red… even I know that's a red flag, I can tell something wrong it's about to happen, but it's your destiny…. A pretty fucked one, but yours nonetheless," The Raven said, denying my bet, and stating the obvious.

"Hurray for fucking destinies," I muttered

Taking a deep breath wanting this to be over, I removed the rags covering the mirror, for a moment nothing happened, and I was genuinely starting to believe I was safe, but I invoked Murphy's law with my thinking and shit went down.

"YOU CAME BACK." The voice of the demon thundered inside my skull.

Not really caring to hear him, I pulled out my sword and tried to smash the mirror, but once again, I was stopped by the shadows, but unlike last time where I had enough freedom to move, I was completely immobilized.

"Stop this!" The Raven said, trying to defend me, just to be pushed like a rag doll across the room.

"Not that you will send me your champions to fight," I inquired.

"MAYBE I WILL JUST END YOU HERE," The demon cackled in amusement as he tightened his grip on me.

I didn't want to die again, my wife, my unborn kids, I couldn't allow this shit to happen, so with all my might I started to push the demon back to no avail, my desperate tries to survive only made him chuckled in delight.

"Ronard, it's ok. Silence now, stop struggling, this will be over quickly. Don't be afraid. Don't think of what you left behind. Just enjoy this beautiful moment; it is so much more vibrant than the darkness that awaits you. I will give you this moment to cherish this, that is my gift to you. Existence is behind you now, enjoy the everlasting silence that comes after," The Demon said as he started to increase the amount of strength he was using.

'I can die like this!' My mind was racing, trying to find a way to overcome this shitty dream, I had to survive, now more than ever, 'If I am to be your fucking champion, God of Light! Do something!'

"Very well, I will," A voice warm and comforting resonated in my mind, telling me that somehow everything would be ok.

"Die…" Just as the Demon was about to end, my life flames that came out of nowhere engulfed my body, pushing the demon out, burning him, turning his shadowy form slowly into ashes, "So you decided to intervene, how unlike you, very well…."

"Took, you long enough," I breathed out as I felt the fire that by all means should be burning me, healing me.

"You had to accept you were my champion, you had to need me, for me to come," The Fire moved as the voice talked, "You have accepted your duty, so don't worry, I will make sure the darkness doesn't target you ever again in this realm, I know you know your mission, but I have to let you know, Darkness doesn't play fair, he will cheat and do whatever it takes to kill you through his champion so that he can consume the world, so while he won't attack you, here again, he is still a threat,"

"You don't say…." The god of light, more like the god of obvious shit, of course, the dark side would play dirty, it was on their FUCKING description.

"I put the destiny of this world on your hands," The Fire moved, as the voice added, "Good luck, champion of light, son of the fire."

As the fire started to burn the world around me, I turned my eyes to the Raven that had tried to save me, to find him waving at me with his wing happily.

Champion of light, son of the fire, I was starting to collect titles…..

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Author note: So this is the end of the polemic God situation, after this the gods will be use pretty loosely, in situations people need a lighter, and Melisandre is close.

Haha GOT JOKE anyway enjoy!

Chapter 44

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Son of the fire, Champion of the light, the sound good and all, but in reality they really meant was that I had more responsibilities, but I suppose it had its benefits.

At the very least, this time, the fucking God that chose me to be his champion without even consulting me might I add, helped me; he said the darkness would not target me again, how was he going to keep that promise? I really don't care; for me, it was a win-win situation; he keeps the shadows away; I focus on stopping the long night; we all win.

"I really need a break," I sighed as I stood out my bed, Daenerys still sleeping soundly, "Alright back into track, conquering the Dothraki," With a soft smile forming on my face seeing my beautiful pregnant wife sleep, I left the tent to start preparing my men to leave.

As I left the tent, I noticed that the city had more people than it had yesterday, and by the looks of it was another Khal that had arrived while I was sleeping.

"Well, this is interesting," I muttered, whoever this Khal was, could be my next target, that of course depending on the numbers his Khalasar had, if they outnumbered me by a lot I would have to wait, all I had to do was put a Raven to follow him and wait until they leave the city.

With that in mind, I walked around trying the city trying to find the Khal; I was curious as to who I would find, maybe it was Drogo in which case I could instead of hunting him outside in a later day, I could just simply challenge him to a one on one duel. He was proud, too proud for his own good, and would accept in a beat.

I walked around the market with a simple mission to find the Khal. As I entered deeper into the market I saw the Dothraki trading and exchanging things; this was the one place they found their stuff without killing each other, their numbers were massive, just in the market I could see hundreds and hundreds of them mixing together in the background like ants, the more and more I walked the clearer the truth became. I was sure that this army belonged to Drogo. Or at the very least to another big Khal.

Hours passed by until I found one of the bloodriders of this Khalasar, I followed him back to his Khal, I was getting tired of looking by myself, and I had promised my ravens a day off to celebrate I was increasing the flock with two babies, they were happy, and decided to discuss things like diaper duty and stuff, yes my Ravens wanted to change diapers, and teach my kids how to fly… I would have to explain to them later that they won't be able to fly.

So today I was on my own, which made this scouting mission extra difficult until today I didn't realize how dependent I was of them, finding one Dothraki in this sea full of them was the equivalent of trying to find a waldo while being blind.

"I want to speak with your Khal," I approached the bloodrider, there wasn't much he could do besides saying no.

"Why?" He asked a bit surprised I knew how to speak his language fluently.

"I have something to offer him," I informed the man, being a cryptic as possible, the man, in turn, eyed me with suspicion for a second before he nodded and with a hand sign told me to follow him.

It took the bloodrider roughly fifteen minutes to lead me to the tent where his Khal was resting, he probably thought I wanted to offer the Khal some sort of deal, maybe for the slaves he brought, or something similar to that, later he would probably blame himself later for the death of his precious Khal.

"Wait here," The bloodrider informed me as he entered the tent, probably to explain the Khal the situation before he presented me.

As I waited for the Khal to ask me in, my mind started to drift off to what happened in my dream, those titles I was given, I kinda felt they meant something, besides an absurd amount of responsibility, but what?

"Khal Drogo will see you," The bloodrider said, confirming my original suspicions, Khal Drogo was here, no wonder the city felt so full of life, in a bizarre way.

"Very well," I nodded as I entered the tent, the tent was moderately big, covered in furs and many other items, from food to alcohol, Drogo was sitting on the floor, drinking, not really giving me much importance, he didn't even have the decency to look at me, "You are very foolish are you not?"

Everyone in the tent went stiff. I just had insulted their Khal, in their own city; for them, I was a foreigner.

"You are the foolish," Drogo stood, probably cursing that he couldn't cut my head within the sacred city.

"My name is Khal Ronard," I announced getting a few surprised looks in the crowd inside his tent, "I want to fight you one on one, outside the sacred city, if I win, I will take everything from you, and in the impossible case you win... " I paused for a second before laughing, "Sorry, but my mind can't process such a stupid idea, me losing to you… really stupid."

"A duel, one on one," Drogo approached me, enough for me to see he was taller than me, by a few inches, "Sure, I will gladly take your head out and take down your neck for this insult, and after that, I will take your army with me,"

What an idiot, but being fair with him, he was probably the strongest normal human in this world, the confidence he had on his own power was strongly built on his unmatched record of wins and victories in war and battles.

For him, I was a sixteen-year-old trying to die early.

"Then let us ride, only us and our blood riders," I offered, I knew the bloodriders would try to kill me after I killed his Khal, so why delay that fact.

Drogo smiled amused by my words as he nodded, "As you wish, I will piss your corpse, kid, you are no Khal."

"If you are counting on me dying to take a piss, I would recommend you taking that piss now; otherwise you will die with it inside," I chuckled as I started to walk out of the tent, "And yes, I am a Khal, ask the Dosh Khaleen."

Drogo while a savage was a man of his word, after our conversation he informed his Khalasr that he would come with my head, before riding with me out of the sacred city, to duel me, his bloodriders besides him, Drogo had three bloodriders, while I only had one, but what they didn't know was that my two horses were pumped and ready to fight.

*WE ARE GOING TO CRUSH YOUR FUCKING SKULLS DOWN!* One of my horses said in a voice tone that would work perfectly for a heavy metal singer.

*YOU GUYS ARE GOING DOWN!* My horse the one that I was mounting said, hooves flexing slightly ready to attack.

I inwardly chuckled as I unmounted my horse, showing some respect I had come to this duel without armor, considering that the Dothraki don't use it; after all, I wanted to be fair with him.

"You will make a great toilet," Drogo spat as I chuckled.

"You seriously need to change your trash talk, is quite depressing," I smiled.

Drogo lunged forward, quickly sprinting towards me and coming closer, then jabbing out his Arakh in attempt to cut, he was way faster than I anticipated, in the blink of an eye he was in front of me, but reflex kicked in, and I ducked forward, trying to cut his arm.

Drogo noticed this at the last second and dodged my attack only getting a small, bleeding slice. Drogo eyed his cut and smiled as he sprinted at me again, but this time I was ready for his speed, so I just raised my sword and blocking his attack, the two blades clanged together, creating a rumbling sound that engulfed the plains we were using for our duel.

The weight of my sword was dragging him down, Drogo immediately noticed that I was stronger than him physically and decided to change his approach in battle to his superb agility, it didn't take him long to start pushing back hard. He was very strong, without my super body this battle would be impossible for me, I smiled as I jumped back dodging a horizontal attack, taking a deep breath I dashed forward with my Valyrian blade out in front of me as I attempted to pierce his heart and end it all, but in a surprisingly good timed dodged he ducked under my blade and grasped my stomach, with his Arakh, I of course notice this and avoided lethal damage, but the cut was still painful, not deep enough to be troubling but deep enough to make me feel pain.

"Shit that hurt!" I cursed as I parried his attacks.

It took me a couple of seconds to recover, and with the pain in my stomach I was ready to end this, he was strong so no reason to be going easy of him, with that in mind I dashed forward and a blinding speed that surprised Drogo, grabbing his head and pushing it down to the ground with earth-shattering force making him drop his Arakh, once he was on the floor I proceed to slam my knee repeatedly into his face, paying him with interest the cut he delivered, one I was done smashing my knee into his face I go up and thrusted my blade through his heart. Blood splattered everywhere, but by the mashed potato look, his head had, he probably died way before my blade destroyed his heart.

"Now come, I don't have all day, try and avenge your Khal and die, or kill yourselves either way don't waste my time," I said as I turned to the shocked bloodriders, but before I can take a step forward I feel something wetting my shoe, looking down I see that Drogo was pissing himself, "Great, I told him… but nobody listens.."

Chapter 45

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Defeating Drogo was a bit harder than I expected, he was so far the strongest fighter I had fought since I got here, he was powerful and had experience to back that power up.

His bloodriders on the other hand, were pretty average, my horses took care of them, it was both hilarious and somewhat disturbing seeing my horses beating the crap out of them, what really disturbed me was that one of my horses tried to tea bag one of the bloodriders.

My Ravens had taught them that, I was sure of it, which made me realize that sharing pop culture with my animals might have been a bad idea.

"Let's go back to the city," I sighed, as my bloodrider nodded clearly disturbed by how his horse brutally killed one of the bloodriders.

—

The news of Drogo's death brought some mixed emotions to his… now my Khalasar, like always I offered them two options, submission or death.

They choose submission.

Daenerys woke up soon after my absorption of Drogo's Khalasar, she had overslept, and I had left pretty specific orders to my men to not let anyone wake her up.

She was not happy at all, that I had left to duel with a very fearsome Dothraki warrior that was famous for being nearly invincible in battle, without even telling her.

"Why? Why didn't you tell me?" Daenerys was fuming, not angry but worried, touching the bandages in my abdomen, with tears forming on her eyes.

"You were sleeping, and it was kind of something of the moment," I shrugged as I hugged her, "He barely cut me, don't worry."

"I worry, that's all I can do!" Daenerys cried, "What would I do if you die? What would our kids do?!"

With a hand I brushed the tears of her face, as I kissed her forehead, "I'm sorry, I.. I just act… I fail to see how things can affect you, but don't worry, I will always come back to you, no matter what I have to face, besides if I get a scar I will look sexy," A promise I intended to keep.

"You better keep that promise, you stupid bear," Daenerys chuckled buring her face on my chest, as her last tears dropped down.

"What promise, coming back? Or being more sexy?" I chuckled.

"Both," Daenerys laughed, "I'm still mad at you,"

"Alright, I will always come back, sexier," I laughed with her.

"That works," Daenerys chuckled.

I stayed with Daenerys in my arms for hours talking, and chatting about normal stuff, I wasn't a King nor she was a Queen at that moment, we simply were a couple enjoying a nice talk.

—

Increasing my numbers so exponentially fast, made the logistics a tad complicated, I first had to kill some Ko that wanted to take this chance and become khals, after that I had to make sure we would have enough food, and stuff for fifty thousand men, and to add the cherry to the top, I had ensure all my new men knew my rules, my only two rules, we don't **** and we don't kill children.

They begrudgingly accepted, so to ensure they wouldn't betray the first chance they had, I made all their horses kneel, this in turn made them considerably more compliant to my orders.

To the point I now had six new bloodriders, whose names I had yet to learn, but who can blame, it was hard to memorize so many names.

So in the end, after absorbing such a big Khalasar, I decided to stay in the Vaes Dothrak for a couple of months, so that I could contact Ilryo with a new shipment with stuff like medical supplies and etc, and organize my plan.

*Hmmm. Big your army is, winning we are* Roda said as he landed on my shoulder.

"Yes, you are correct my little feathery fellow," I chuckled.

—

[Robert Baratheon POV - 2 MONTHS LATER]

Varys had informed me that the dragon bitch had married, to no other than the little backstabbing bastard of that kid, Ronard Mormont.

Not only that, but the bitch was pregnant, I knew all along I was making the right decision breaking the betrothal between those two, but even after the betrayal, I suffered, after the betrayal Ned suffered.

Ned refused to get the girl killed, nor the unborn bastards she would bring into the world.

"I won't dirty my hands that way Robert, not even for you," Ned growled, as left resigning his position as the hand of the king.

What a foolish honorable idiot, but I will make this right, with the help of Varys, I had hired many assassins to kill the girl and the brat, whoever succeeded would get a lord title and some lands.

"More wine my lord," My wine boy offered.

"Don't ask, just fill the damn cup!" I growled.

—-

[Varys POV]

The game was starting to change from schemes to a path of violence and destruction, unfortunately for Ronard I couldn't keep his secret any longer, for I had to keep my cover as the master of whispers, but I had bought him more than enough time.

He had done so much during this year in Essos, that I frankly doubt the assassins will succeed or even reach him, that man is as hard to kill as they come.

But the young bear wasn't stupid, nor misinformed, I'm sure he will know about this before the assassins even start their job.

"I hope the young Dragoness succeeded in taming the bear," I sighed, when I offered him this betrothal was for one reason and one reason only, so when the day came to put Aegon in the throne he would support him, but if my plan didn't help I might had helped to create the biggest threat to the Aegon the rightful ruler.

I can help but wonder if the bear knows about Aegon, if so what are his plans.

"The Young Griff, and the Young Bear," I mused as a I wrote a letter to Illyrio about the situation of the realm, and, one with instructions to help the young griff should the need arise to, knowing full well who would win between a fight between young bear and the young griff, I was loyal, not stupid.

*My boy Ronard will put a new dick on you, just so he can cut it again, caw caw cawght! you bald dickless bitch!* Unbeknownst to him a raven was nearby, the same raven he intended to use.

—-

[Ned Stark POV]

Ronard had married the Targaryen girl, both the iron islands and the bear island had stopped communications with us since the betrothal broke, and Robert wanted to start another fucking war.

I shouldn't have accepted this, ever. With Ronard married to Sansa the realm would be fine, but I had to let Robert once again do as he pleased.

Sansa hated me for it, hated me for marching her with what she called an entitled little bastard as a future husband, she hated me for pushing Ronard out of her life, she hated Cat even more.

"Prepare my things, we are leaving to winterfell in a week," I ordered my men, Sansa wanted to go home, so did Arya, and frankly so did I.

—

[Tywin Lannister POV]

The young lord had played beyond my expectations, I wanted to shackle him, and he took the chains and hit me with them.

He married someone with a powerful claim to the throne, he was gathering an army, he was getting ready for war, he had been for a long time. I just now realized.

But even the mightiest fall, and he will fall, for what is a bear to a lion.

"I wanted to use you, but I will have to end you now," I sighed as I took a sip of wine, "Maybe I should send Gregor Clegane to kill him, and **** the girl, it would be quite poetic to repeat that act once again,"

*... caw?! Imma kill him… Lady Matecorn will give birth to two healthy ravens! And we the raven legion will ensure nothing happens to them, no overgrown monkey will stop us!* The raven that was listening to Tywin cawed in rage.

"What an annoying bird," Tywin sighed.

*You won't succeed Caw! My master will fucking end you!*

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[2 MONTH LATER]

The news of my marriage to Daenerys spread like a pandemic across the realm, which in turn made me the number one enemy of Westeros to some.

Assassination attempts were a common occurrence now, merchants, and other individuals would try to end Daenerys life every now and then.

The reason behind this, Varys.

When he offered me a deal, I knew he wanted something from me, I initially thought he wanted to put Viserys on the throne or any Targaryen for that matter, I was correct in this assumption, what I didn't know until a month ago, was there was another Targaryen roaming free.

"I really should've read the books more in depth," I sighed as I read the letter Varys intended for Illyrio.

Aegon Targaryen, or how they call him, the young griff, Varys had somehow managed to keep this little secret away from me.

But now that I knew, what to do with him? What to do? Should I kill him? I knew close to zero about him, for all I knew he could be a great guy, but it didn't matter if he was the best person in the world, I wasn't going to give up my plans of conquering Westeros and getting Throne.

I suppose, I could offer him what I had offered everyone so far, you either submit or die, he will have the choice.

Now with Varys, my decision was set the moment someone tried to poison Daenerys, I don't care how much he has to keep his cover, I will kill the bald bastard, and make him regret ever making an enemy out of me, if I wasn't as informed as I was, Daenerys would be dead and so would be my babies.

No matter what he was thinking when he revealed our information, or why he did it, what mattered was that he put in danger the life of my unborn children and wife, and for that he would die. Painfully.

Tywin Lannister, another soon to be dead man, they really oversell the old lion, he really thinks Gregor Clegane will even see a glimpse of Daenerys, he will die before he can even breath close to her.

"We are leaving Vaes Dothrak today right?" Daenerys entered my tent, with her fourth month baby bump showing, every morning she would wake up even more beautiful than the last day, shining like my own little star.

"Yes," I smiled as I kneeled to kiss her bountiful baby bump, "We have been four months here, we have everything we need, but if you feel like staying we could, I don't want to tire you,"

"I'm pregnant, not made out of crystal," Daenerys giggled, brushing my hair with her fingers.

"Is there a difference?" I teased.

Daenerys just laughed at my tease as she added her own, "I might be made out of crystal, but look at you, the strongest man in the kneeling to my fragile pregnant feet,"

I chuckled, not quite ready to lose, "Aye, but I recall you getting on your knees pretty often for me,"

"Alright, let's call it a tie?" Daenerys laughed.

"Fair enough," I nodded as I stood up giving her a kiss, "We should be leaving tonight, let your handmaidens know, alright?"

"Yes," Daenerys nodded in agreement as she started to walk out of the tent, "By the way, will I ride my horse, or?"

"Absofuckinglutly not, you will ride in a cart so padded with comfort you will feel you are floating," I didn't know if riding a horse was a good idea with all the movement this brought.

"Alrighty," Daenerys chuckled as she caressed her belly, "Your papá is quite overprotective, isn't he?"

"I am, and I wear that shit with honor," I laughed.

"By the way, can you tell your ravens to stop trying to brood my belly," Daenerys added, trying hard not to laugh, "I wake up every morning with ten to twenty ravens on my belly,"

*Caw!? No brooding?! How in the hell will your eggs hatch then?! No brooding this generation! I swear! Caw!*

*Hrmmm brooding we will, stop us you can't, Yrsss.*

*Caw! What they said! We will continue with the extra brooding to ensure they are strong Ravens caw!*

"Unfortunately," I laughed as I shrugged, "Is out of my hands,"

"Very well," Daenerys sighed, "I will see you later,"

—

I continued to arrange all the matters I had to before leaving, besides me were the eggs I had bought so long ago, my Ravens still brooding them.

Perhaps it was time to try and hatch them, I was called the son of the fire, the champion of the light by the god of fire himself, and those titles fit perfectly with this situation. Or at least that is what I wanted to believe.

I remembered from the books that Dragon eggs are notoriously difficult to hatch, and even though they can maintain the spark of life inside of them for decades if not centuries. The secret key to hatching them seems to involve some form of blood magic, as the House words of the Targaryens hint, it requires fire and blood.

And considering how Daenerys hatched them, I had a general idea how to do it, to do so, I would have to burn the eggs in roaring flames, while another creature is simultaneously being burned alive, a life in exchange for a life. Fire and Blood.

Dragons in the wild probably just used prey animals to fulfill this purpose, but I wasn't sure an animal would work, besides they were extremely loyal to me, so human sacrifice will do the trick quite nicely, it was at least worth the shot.

Maybe I could put Viserys in the flames, it would certainly be interesting to see if he can burn or not.

"Time to burn these eggs," I chuckled.

*Caw!? You will not Gordon Ramsey our babies! Caw*

I sighed, I would now have to explain to them why I wanted to do it, they had grown quite protective of the eggs.

"Allow me to explain," I chuckled.

—

[Ned Stark POV]

The seed is strong, Jon Arrys last words, I had finally found out what he meant, Robert didn't have any lawful children, Cersei had cheated on him.

I was glad I had sent my Daughters back to Winterfell a few months back, for what I had to do would bring the realm to chaos.

And here I was sitting by myself waiting for someone to confront the lies.

Cersei, the person I wanted to talk to arrived and walked up to me, "You're in pain." Cersei pointed to my shoulder, mocking my injury after the altercation I had with her brother, her lover.

I shift uncomfortably with my cane as I slowly stand, "I've had worse, my lady."

Cersei feigned interest as she added, "Perhaps it's time to go home. The South doesn't seem to agree with you."

This wasn't going nowhere, so time to push it, "I know the truth Jon Arryn died for."

Cersei eyed me for a second with her eyes showing mixed emotions between worry and pride, "Do you, Lord Stark? Is that why you called me here, to pose me riddles?"

I noticed her fear, but my eyes drifted to the bruise she had on her face.

I inquired pointing at her bruise, "Has Robert done this before?"

Cersie smiled, as she shook her head, "Jaime would have killed him. My brother is worth a thousand of your friends."

I glared at her, " Your brother...or your lover?"

Cersei simply smirked at me, making me realize I was right on my hunch.

She then stood up proudly, as she added, "The Targaryens wed brothers and sisters for 300 years to keep bloodlines pure. Jaime and I are more than brother and sister. We shared a womb. We came into this world together. We belong together."

All of this was starting to make sense, it wasn't Tyrion who pushed Bran, it was one of them, my son saw them and they tried to silence him still, "My son saw you with him." I said with my blood boiling in anger.

Cersei took a deep breath nodding as she added, "Do you love your children?"

What kind of stupid question was that, "With all my heart." I answered not skipping a beat.

Cersei smiled, "No more than I love mine."

I scoffed, "And they're all Jaime's."

My comment made Cersei laugh, "Thank the Gods. In the rare event that Robert leaves his whores for long enough to stumble drunk into my bed, I finish him off in other ways. In the morning, he doesn't remember."

Cersei always hated Robert, and this was her way to make him pay, by making him fathered kids that weren't his, "You've always hated him..."

Cersei eyed me in disbelief, as she added, "Hated him? I worshiped him! Every girl in the Seven Kingdoms dreamed of him, but he was mine by oath. And when I finally saw him on our wedding day in the Sept of Baelor, lean and fierce and black-bearded, it was the happiest moment of my life. Then that night he crawled on top of me, stinking of wine and did what he did, what little he could do, and whispered in my ear, Lyanna. Your sister was a corpse and I was a living girl and he loved her more than me."

I can understand her pain somewhat, but what she did was unforgivable, "When the King returns from his hunt, I'll tell him the truth. You must be gone by then - you and your children. I will not have their blood on my hands. Go as far away as you can, with as many men as you can. Because wherever you go, Robert's wrath will follow you."

Cersei laughed, and she spat, "And what of my wrath, Lord Stark? You should have taken the realm for yourself. Jaime told me about the day King's Landing fell: he was sitting in the Iron Throne and you made him give it up. All you needed to do was climb the steps yourself. Such a sad mistake."

I eyed her before I shook my head, "I've made many mistakes in my life, but that wasn't one of them."

Cersei smiled coldly, "Oh, but it was. When you play the game of thrones, you win or you die. There is no middle ground." With that she left, I could only hope she would take my advice and leave.

*Caw… he dead, he just yeeted himself, caw-*

Chapter 47

After gathering all my belongings and ensuring Daenerys had the best and most comfortable cart to travel around esos this world could offer, I left with my new Khalasar to hunt down the remaining Dothraki tribes.

I had also constructed a very detailed security team to ensure her safety, with a personal guard of five hundred men at her call. That, of course, without counting Ravens and Horses.

I wasn't worried about the assassins, they after all, were a bunch of idiots trying to become lords, and this was their ticket to the easy life, or so they thought, killing us was harder than killing Robert himself.

They were bound to fail, but even though I knew that their failure was imminent, anger fueled my very core consuming my soul in a spiral of hate and anger, the idea of Daenerys dying, the idea of holding the lifeless bodies of my children in my arms, as it impossible as it was, infuriated me beyond human comprehension.

Torturing the assassins before killing was a quick relief of this feeling, but it wasn't enough, I would not be satisfied until all of those who dare to target my family are destroyed.

Not like this wasn't any different to my original plan, no, it was the same, but this time my drive was stronger, more aggressive, my reasons to take the throne had changed, no.. they were the same, but I had a few extra reasons to do it now.

*Caw! We located the next biggest Khalasar,*

I turned to see in amusement the Raven that had landed in the head of my horse, bowing politely.

"How far away," I inquired.

*A week in horse or so, Cawwww!*

Right now I had to focus on getting these savages under me, I would have more than enough time to get my well deserved retribution, they better enjoy this time I'm away, for it is more vibrant than the darkness that awaits them.

"Let's go," I ordered my men, changing our course.

—

[Daenerys POV]

So much has changed since the day I met him, I was afraid of him at first of what represented being his.

Yet. He made me feel like nothing in the world mattered, only us. And little by little I found myself craving his company, his laugh, his stupid sense of humor, how he smelled, how he kissed me in the mornings before leaving.

And without even noticing it, I fell head down in love. He made it so easy, so easy to love him.

"And here we are," I smiled, touching my belly softly, but the flutter of many wings snapped me out of my train of thought.

Behind me there were around twenty Ravens, all staring at me intensely.

"You guys want to brood my belly, right?" I inquired, a few months ago talking with animals would've been ludicrous, but now… not so much.

*Caw…* The Ravens nodded in unison.

"And you won't take a no for an answer?" I chuckled.

*Caw caw!* The Ravens nodded confirming my suspicions.

—-

[Back to Ronard POV]

With my new army, fighting the other Dothraki tribes got exponentially easier, the Dothraki weren't known for their strategic battle forms.

I had just conquered another tribe with ten thousand warriors.

Why would they fight someone with an army of fifty thousand soldiers with those numbers, I don't know, well I did, Dothraki quite straight forward, they would go like idiots into battle, and try to destroy anything on their way with pure strength. Normally this would work if they had bigger numbers. But they didn't.

So after Killing their Khal, once again I had increased my numbers and thanks to the idiot bloodriders that followed him I finally had my fire sacrifice to try and hatch my dragons.

"How are you doing?" I said as I entered my wife's cart, nothing she was covered in Ravens brooding her belly.

"Your ravens are brooding me," Daenerys glared at me playfully, "What do you think?"

"I think they are doing a wonderful job," I shrugged.

"So how many soldiers do we have now?" Daenerys sighed, I could see she wanted to laugh but was too stubborn to do it.

"Well, I think almost sixty thousand," I hummed, I hadn't really counted how many we have exactly but it was along those lines, "How are my babies doing?"

"Fine, your feathery friends are seeing to it," Daenerys chuckled.

*Caw! We are ensuring they get the best brooding!*

*Caw! Caw! We are giving them the brooding they deserve!*

The Ravens brooding her pregnant belly were proudly stating their awesome brooding skills.

"I can see that," I chuckled as I approached to kiss her, I wanted to tell her soon I would try and hatch the dragons eggs, one of her dreams was to see a dragon, but if this didn't work it would only disappoint her, so I would wait until I had those babies out of their eggs, "Well, I'm off to rearrange some stuff, I just got more men into my banners and before the logistics of all this shit comes back to bite me in the ass, I need to do it,"

"Take care," Daenerys smiled, giving me a kiss, "Don't come back late, I need my personal pillow,"

"Oh that sounds like quite the invitation," I smirked at her getting a playful punch to my shoulder, "My, my, that pregnancy is making you quite volatile,"

"I suppose," Daenerys giggled.

—-

Two bloodriders, three eggs and lots, lots of fire. I had all the ingredients to hatch them, according to what I saw and read of it in my past life.

But just to be sure I went the extra mile, I replicated the exact same thing Daenerys did on the show to hatch them.

I tied the Bloodriders making sure they couldn't move, putting the eggs above them as I set the wood beneath them in fire. As I did so, the voice of the God of light resonated in my head.

*Caw! My babies*

Son of the Fire, Champion of the Light

A part of me wanted to touch the fire, as it was starting to spread, logically I knew this would burn me, but I still wanted to do it.

Maybe I was crazy, maybe I had been affected beyond repair in this world, or maybe. Maybe there was a reason for my desire to touch the fire.

Son of the Fire, Champion of the Light, don't be afraid.

'Fuck it, I know is stupid, but I'm going to try,' I thought knowing full well this was a bad a idea, but if I didn't I would forever regret not trying it.

But I wasn't an idiot, I would not dive into the fire like it was a swimming pool, I would first try with a finger and see.

As I dipped my finger in the fire, flinching preemptively, I noticed that I wasn't feeling any pain. Surprised by this I dipped my entire hand and all I felt was warmth, instead of the pain I was expecting.

"Well, that solves the Son of the Fire thing," I chuckled as I walked into the fire as if it was the most normal thing, my men started to panic at this, "I'm okay, I'm apparently fireproof now,"

The bloodriders on the other hand were screaming in pain, the fire burning their skin, scorching them to the other world.

As their screams of pain faded into the background, I focused on the eggs, touching them, feeling the warmth inside of them, the spark of life growing.

A life for a life, they would hatch by blood and fire.

Only after the bloodriders died, and their screams stopped, the eggs started to crack, the black egg first, the Dragon that would've been originally known as Drogo.

*Crack*

"Hello, little fella," I said extending my hand to the baby dragon that looked at me curiously, his mind still undeveloped and not sharing much but emotions, he was currently imprinting with me.

Soon after his two brothers followed suit, cracking their eggs, by this point, not Drogo was on my shoulder hissing.

"How about we go and see mommy?" I chuckled as I offered my other arm to the other two baby dragons.

*Are our babies okay! Caw*

*I told you he would Gordon Ramsey our babies! Caw*

Chapter 48

[2 MONTHS LATER]

Dragons, they are quite… spoiled since birth, hissing and demanding attention at all times, be it left or right I would see them climbing up my legs to demand my absolute attention.

Not gonna lie, they were quite adorable, cute little rascals.

Daenerys was more than happy to see them and have them, she was beaming with happiness of the highest degree, petting and showering with affections the three newborns dragons, she was so excited she had yet to ask, how in the hell did I hatch them.

The three dragons reacted to Daenerys differently, the two smallest ones were shy at first, but after some food and bribes they relented to her affections.

Except for Not Drogo, he didn't like Daenerys yet, I could feel his emotions flaring when she was near me, in other words he was jealous, he was posesiva to the point of being stupid.

*Caw we have located the last big Dothraki tribe,* A raven informed as he flew into my lap, getting a hiss from not Drogo.

The raven simply responded by literally bitch slapping not Drogo, *Caw! Don't hiss at me young chick!*

[Chick is how you call a baby raven]

*HISS!* *SLAP* *HISS* *SLAP* *HISS* *SLAP* *HISS*

That continued for about ten minutes, but in the end my little package of anger decided to give up, since I hatched these babies, I had almost conquered all the remaining Dothraki tribe since the day I hatched them, and today I would finally get all the Dothraki under my banner, and start on my next item on the agenda, the Free Cities.

But for now, names…. what to call these babies, Daenerys wanted to name one like her brother, not shit stain…Rhaegal.

My Ravens, requested to name the other one, and being that I thought it was hilarious and not really troubling for me I allowed, so they called not Viserion, Qrow with a Q.

And with that, all that was left was to name, not Drogo, I pondered with names for a long time, something memorable.

….Neltharion… yes that was it. Strong and with meaning behind it, yes it came from a video game but honestly it was awesome, the Dragon of Earth, the bringer of the Cataclysm.

"Neltharion," I petted the new born baby Dragon, who somehow even with his undeveloped cognitive abilities was happy and felt proud of his name.

—

The last big Dothraki tribe has a little bit above eleven thousand riders, compared to my big army composed of eighty thousand soldiers made the battle one sided and predictable.

Killing the Khal, and his bloodriders, at this point wasn't even a challenge.

I still had other minor tribes to conquer, that together formed around another twenty thousand riders but they were scattered around the lands, separated in the few thousands, and for now, what I had would have to do.

"Well, time to move out here," I sighed, finally I had finished what I started, but I wonder how is Westeros doing

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[Sansa Stark POV]

Father had sent me to Winterfell a few months ago, and I had happily accepted, Joffrey was nothing to what I originally expected from him, he was a little monster, feeding on others suffering, leaching from the pain and agony around him.

I was angry at father, I wasn't sure I hated him, but it was close, I was happy with the prospect of being married to Ronard, but now he had married. And like Ronard said, Father once again bent over for Robert.

But I wasn't angry enough to want or desire his death, he was still my father.

And the last thing I told him before coming was, I hate you. I wanted to fix that.

Now, he was arrested, for treason. And there was a big chance I would lose him forever, there was a big chance the last interaction I had with him was that.

"I'm tired of feeling like this," I teared up in my bed, "helpless, useless, please Gods, save my father , please help my brother, please I beg you."

I cried as I wished with all my heart that the gods blessed and protected my brother's army that was marching south to get father back.

—-

[Tywin Lannister POV]

Ned Stark had been arrested for spouting the things that in nature were nonsensical. My grandson wanted him death, Cersei apparently was the only one that saw the bigger picture this time.

She wanted to keep him alive, so did I.

We had nothing to hold the north over, Ned Stark while in his idiocy had foreseen somewhat these events, and as so to avoid his daughters being used against him and the north, he sent them back to Winterfell.

At least that's what I wanted to believe, but I hardly believe the honorable wolf is smart enough to play so far ahead.

But regardless of whether he knew or not, he had outplayed us, and if Joffrey killed him, we would have a full blown war, and nothing to hold them down.

And that is why we needed him alive. To keep the north in check.

They had already derailed enough, marching south with an army. Like always I had to fix my family's mistakes.

"I'm going to King's Landing," I announced leaving my solar, leaving my cousins confused.

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[Ned Stark POV]

I was thrown in a dungeon soon after I confronted the Queen for her infidelities, it's been almost two months since they threw me here, with nothing but rats to keep me company.

"Lord Stark," The despicable voice of Varys echoed in the dungeon.

"What are you doing here? You can't betray more can't you?" I scoffed.

"I never allied myself to you, Lord Stark." Varys sighed.

"So what are you doing here?" I inquired, annoyed at his presence.

"Looking to help you, but be aware I'm no hero," Varys replied nonchalantly, with a sigh through the bars of my prison.

I scoffed at that, "Can you free me from this pit?"

Varys hummed at that, "I could. But will I? No. As I said, I'm no hero."

I laughed bitterly at that, "What do you want them, how do you pretend to help me? Tell me, no stories, no riddles. Tell me, what do you want?"

Varys sighed, "Peace. Did you know that your son is marching south with an army of northmen? Loyal lad, fighting for his father's freedom."

Robb was marching south, looking for war, why would he do something so foolish, "Robb? He's just a boy."

Varys chuckled, "Boys have been conquerors before. But the man giving Cersei sleepless nights is the king's...the late king's brother. Lord Stannis has the best claim to the throne; he's a proven battle commander and he is utterly without mercy, and of course Lord Ronard with his Dothraki army and dragons I hear."

I scoffed, "Stannis Baratheon is Robert's true heir. The throne is his by rights!" Ronard might have an army, but he wasn't the heir not had any right m

Varys smiled, "You helped the Baratheons rise, you helped Robert sit on the throne when he had no birth right, don't patronize me with that Lord Stark, it would be a shame to throw your life away. Cersei is no fool. She knows a tamed wolf has more uses."

He was right in one thing, I had helped Robert sit on the throne, but if he thought that of all the persons in the world I would serve that despicable woman, he was out of his marbles, "You want me to serve the woman who murdered my king, who butchered my men, who crippled my son?!"

Varys shook his head, with a victorious smile, "I want you to serve the realm! Tell the Queen you will confess your vile treason, tell your son to lay down his sword and proclaim Joffrey as the heir, and you will live."

I laughed at that, "You think my life is some precious thing to me? That I would trade my honour for a few more years of...of what?! You grew up with actors; you learned their craft and you learnt it well. But I grew up with soldiers. I learned how to die a long time ago."

Varys smiled once again, "Pity. Such a pity." Varys moves to leave, but drops a key close to me, "I owe the young bear a favor, which was originally intended for your daughters, but you saved them before I could, and while I'm no Lannister, I always pay my debts,"

Ronard had foreseen so far ahead of this game of schemes, and even after all that happened, he had gone out of his way to ensure the safety of my daughters?

"Farewell lord stark, farewell." Varys said as he left the dungeon, the guards that were guarding my cell, were dead, I was partially free.

"I owe my life to Ronard," I sighed.

*Yes you do motherfucker caw! Now scram before they fuck you,* Unbeknownst to him, a raven that for some reason had an eye patch was watching him.

Chapter 49

I had completed step one of my complicated mission, and it was time to move forward with the next part of the plan, conquering The Free Cities.

The Free Cities are nine powerful cities, each one with their own government and army to protect themselves from invading forces, not all of them are powerful. But they all are full of riches mostly because they engage in extensive trade contact with the Seven Kingdoms and other lands, and are known for practicing slavery.

Unlike the Dothraki, they would prove a bit more challenging to conquer.

All I knew about The Free Cities historically speaking is that they were founded centuries ago as colonies of the Valyrian Freehold.

But like they say, every empire comes to an end, and when the Freehold and its dragonlords were destroyed in the Doom of Valyria four hundred years ago, and the empire fell, the Free Cities emerged from the dust as autonomous entities, dominating much of the land between the river Rhoyne and the western coast of the continent.

Volantis being the oldest and most populous one, and at one point the most powerful of the Free Cities, but time had pases and while still formidable, it had been gradually eclipsed by the growing power of Braavos.

So now, I had to prioritize my targets and moves accordingly.

Braavos the most powerful and northerly of Free Cities, led by the Sealord. It is home to the influential Iron Bank of Braavos and the secretive assassins guild known as the Faceless Men. And my hardest target, they had enough money to hire an army as big as mine and destroy mine if I played my cards the wrong way, which put this little bitch at the end of my list.

Lys was an easy target and the first on my list, it was located on an island in the Summer Sea, which would allow me to use my Krakens, to destroy their formidable navy.

Myr would be my second target, for how easy it would be to attack it, after all, Myr was a seaport on an arm of the Narrow Sea close to Lys, which allowed me to also use my Krakens. They were famous for their skilled craftsmen and their products, particularly optical lenses and fine lace. Lys and Myr have been bitter rivals for centuries, perpetually fighting over the Disputed Lands between them, And I like a Good Samaritan will end that dispute once and for all, I deserve some praise, don't I?.

*HIISS?* Neltharion tilted his head in confusion seeing the map I was using.

"You will one day burn those who oppose our family," I chuckled, getting a hiss of agreement, should I be worried I felt agreement on that hiss, nah.

Tyrosh like Lys was an easy target, an island ready for the taking, and due to its location between the Stepstones, Disputed Lands, and Westeros, it is a major place for hiring the services of various professional sellsword companies, to serve in the various conflicts of these different regions, but in these case they would get assimilated into my army.

Norvos, there was nothing special about them, which put them as my next target on the list, mostly because they were close to the last targets.

Pentos, the city where the fat man Illyrio lives, it's a major seaport, land-based, and one of the most vulnerable cities , with no protection against the Dothraki raids, when and how I would conquer it was unknown and really non-important, but conquering it would be a good way to stop Varys and his little plan to support the Young Griff.

Qohor was among the most interesting targets on my list, it was located in the immense Forest of Qohor near the edge of the Dothraki Sea, which was beneficial now that I had my Dothraki with me. It would be easy to attack them, but they were really good on stopping raids and armies, they had their own unsullied army to protect themselves, making them perhaps one of the hardest cities to conquer on my list, but I was really interested in them, for they were known for their immensely skilled blacksmiths, who can even reforge Valyrian steel, something that would come handy for the long night.

*Hisss…* Neltharion was especially interested in Qohor.

"Yes, you will help daddy to mass produce Valyrian steel," I laughed, "If that's even possible, of course."

*Hiss…* Neltharion hissed, as he curled up inside my fur jacket to sleep.

"This will be incredibly creepy once you grow to be several times bigger than me," I chuckled, imagining a fully grown dragon trying to use me as a pillow.

With a sigh I continued making my list, getting to the last city, Volantis, the most populous and corrupt city, leading the market on slaves, like Braavos, they would pose a challenge, but infinitely minor to Braavos for they did have as much money as them to keep me at bay, and they would be the last to fall, well. Not really the last, for Bravos and Lorath would be the last ones, after Volantis.

Lys

Myr

Tyrosh

Norvos

Pentos

Qohor

Volantis

Lorath

Bravos

My list was complete, I would conquer the cities in that order, and then, then I would get the fucking throne, and of course, I would kill Varys. Cockless bastard.

If he thinks I will let him double cross me, just because he is the fat and bald version of Kent he is sorely mistaken!

(Kent from Barbie, is a dickless joke… haha another pun)

"Well, it seems I'm trapped," I chuckled realizing that if I moved I would wake up Neltharion, and like a cat you must not do that.

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I woke up next morning to see Neltharion being fed by the Ravens like he was a chick, and surprisingly he wasn't biting their heads off while they regurgitated the meat and corn inside his tiny dragon mouth.

*Caw! Eat so you can be a healthy raven caw!*

The scene was just precious, which gave me a reason and the time to leave, Neltharion noticed this and ran after me, climbing me like I was a fucking scratch post.

"Hey, buddy I'll be back, the Ravens will take care of you for a bit, okay?" I chuckled, still surprised he was so attached to me.

*Hissssss* Neltharion hissed like he wasn't sure if to believe me or not.

"I promise," I chuckled, wondering if I would have these weird conversations with him once he was fully grown.

After a second of deep consideration, Neltharion relented and went back to the Ravens, leaving me with a hiss that translated to, you better come back.

"Haha, adorable," I chuckled leaving the tent.

—-

I explained to my generals what was our next step, the Dothraki were more than happy, saying I was a true stallion for deciding to take the world under my hoof… nice.

The Ironborn were also excited… for I was making everybody pay the iron price…. frankly I should've seen it coming.

Daenerys, on the other hand already knew about my plans, and knew that while I loved her she could not stop me from doing this, she while she wanted to conquer Westeros but she didn't want me to do the same here, for she feared I would lose my life, but she understood my reasons.

"Aren't we overreaching?" Daenerys asked worriedly.

"We must do this," I reassured her.

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[Ned Stark POV]

I still had yet to escape kings landing, I remembered that Arya told me about the secret passages that she had found while playing around the castle, and thanks to that I had been roaming in them, avoiding getting captured.

I had yet to find the right passage that would lead me outside the castle walls, outside this wretched place.

"I will soon be back home, so wait for me," I sighed, things might not look good now, but I was certainly better than a couple days ago.

There was also another matter at hand, I owe Ronard my life, and I had to pay that debt…

*What are you still doing here, caw!? I swear these motherfuckers keep getting dumber and dumber,* The Raven that had been following me caw, like he wanted to tell me something.

Chapter 50

I was prepared for what is to come. Most of the last year I have been spent honing my body and mind while gathering a bigger army to prepare for the challenges ahead. Whether I like it or not, I was the so-called Champion of Light. The one who will journey beyond the wall and guarantee the safety of my family and humanity of the winter zombie apocalypse, that for reasons yet to be fully disclosed to me, a demon was helping them. With that in mind, I sigh as I enter the training area I had set for my men while we waited for the supplies and ships to travel to Lys and found Daenerys waiting for me. With a smile, I approach her.

She was big, and while she thought and considered she was fat, I only saw her shining more and more every day, "How are you three doing?"

"Very funny," Daenerys giggled, "Nothing, just waiting for you,"

"I see," I smiled, taking a seat beside her, "Soon we will be marching to Lys, and we'll stay there for a bit, at least until the birth,"

Medicine here was not exactly precise, she was pregnant, and our estimate was that she was around six to seven months, so after conquering Lys, I would take a break, to ensure she had the babies on a controlled environment, the last thing I wanted was to have my babies be born in the middle of a siege.

Daenerys shifted in her chair, she wanted to say something, I've been long enough with her to notice these little things, she wanted to talk and was gathering her thoughts, "I want to help you more,"

"Elaborate," I asked with my eyebrows raised, she helped me enough… didn't she?

"I want to talk some of the load you have," Daenerys sighed, "You are always going to war, fighting, organizing your men, and all I do is stay and wait for you, I want to help you, we are supposed to be partners,"

Oh, she wanted more responsibilities, well I don't see anything wrong with that, if she saves me the problem of paperwork I would love her even more, "Sure, I do the fighting, you do the talking?"

"That's a start, but now that we have dragons, in the future…" Daenerys started, but I stopped her.

I knew what she wanted to say, we have dragon, that one day will be rideable, so that way I can help you in battle, "Absofuckinglutly not,"

"Why?" Daenerys asked with a dry tone.

"An arrow can kill you?, or you can fall off them, I know they love you, but that's a chance, and what would our kids do without you?" I said trying to ignite her motherly love to stop this nonsensical idea.

"And what if you die?" Daenerys asked, with cold steel eyes, she was determined to convince me, this was the Dragoness that the books showed.

"I can't…." I said that already, I can't die, and then a fucking shadow was close to show me the error of that arrogant comment.

"You can't die… yes, you said that already," Daenerys sighed putting her small hand on my face, "I love you, and I want to protect you, I want to protect our children, our family, I want to protect us,"

I… I didn't know what to tell her, no matter how… convincing her arguments were, my mind was set, "I… let's talk about this once they get to flying size… until then… I don't want to hear about it." For now, I wanted to avoid the subject.

Daenerys sighed, "I will protect you and our family, whether they want it or not,"

And for the first time since our marriage, we had come to an impasse, she was determined to do as she pleased with this.

"A Queen takes what she wants, didn't you tell me?" Daenerys eyed me, with a pseudo angry smirk.

"I did, but you really underestimate my ability to stop you, my Queen," I smirked back, "Like you, nothing will stop me from protecting you and our family, so I suppose… we'll see."

"We will," Daenerys nodded, with a piercing glare that said, I won't drop this subject, I will protect you.

"Very well," I smiled, giving her the same look, not if I protect you first.

This would be a long month, while I waited for my ships, a month of discussions about this, hurray for married life.

[Cersei Lannister POV]

Ned Stark had escaped the dungeon, right beneath our noses, he had left and no one knew how, he didn't have allies nor visitors in Kings Landing, and yet he escaped like he had the fucking key to the door!

Varys had his best spies working on the case, but nothing, Lord Stark had disappeared like he was a fucking Faceless Man, Father was going to kill me once he got here, without Ned Stark we had nothing to ensure the north staying loyal, and with Stannis raising his fucking banners, and the North would surely support him now.

We had no allies now, but it didn't matter, we are the Lions, and we preserve against anything, for we are the mightiest ones.

"My Queen," The disgusting voice of the eunuch got my attention.

"Varys, any news about Lord Stark," I said bitterly.

"Rumours are he is traveling hiding as a merchant to avoid any suspicion, but considering all the time he has been out of his cell, it is fair to assume he is on enemy lines," Varys stated, once again the obvious.

"Any news about when Father is coming?" I wanted to break my cup of wine and cut his fat neck. He was supposed to know more, to help more, why did we even pay him.

"He is to arrive in a fortnight, my Queen," Varys informed.

I had two weeks before I was belittled by Father for letting the Wolf escape the Lion's den.

"Very well," I sighed as I filled my cup of wine, "Keep me updated, and do your job better,"

[Joffrey Baratheon POV]

The insolent worm, the worm with wolf fur had escaped, this can't be, THIS CAN'T BE! MY FIANCE HAD ESCAPED BEFORE TOO, MY TOY HAD ESCAPED, AND NOW MY OTHER TOY HAD ESCAPED TOY, Unforgivable, Unforgivable! NOW my Uncle wanted to oppose me, I was chosen by the gods, UnFoRgIvAbLe, and that peasant that thinks he can be King because he married the Dragon Bitch, UnAcCcEpTaBle!

"My King are you okay?" One of my King's Guard inquired, worried, for what, why would someone so much lower than me feel anything but total admiration and devotion for me.

"I want Ned Stark in my hands, and I want him now!" I shouted, my face was red, boiling in anger

"We are doing our best to find him," My King's Guard said solemnly, I DIDN'T WANT HIS BEST, I WANTED MY TOYS BACK.

"I don't want your efforts! I want the Starks at my feet, as they bleed out," I spat leaving the room, "Or I'll have your head, old man!"

*Caw! This motherfucker is crazy, how many times that bitch dropped his egg, she practically brooded a scrambled egg…. I rather deal with the other idiot, this bitch is unstable as fuck, fuck this shit I'm out, CAW!* Unbeknownst to everyone, a mysterious Raven with an eyepatch was seeing everything with his one mighty eye, as he decided it was better to continue helping Lord Stark, instead of spying this bitch.

[Ned Stark POV]

It had taken me a while, but I managed to get out of that wretched place, but I had to avoid getting caught or recognized, so I cut my hair off and changed my clothes with those of a beggar I found.

At the moment, I was traveling with a merchant to Riverrun, from there things would turn for the best, I would finally be back with my family.

"Wait for me," I muttered to myself, holding the hope I would be once again reunited with my family.

[Catelyn Stark POV]

Ned had escaped, and now it was a mission of who caught him first, life or death depending on who did it.

War was looming above us, no matter what, even if Ned didn't want to, and to top the things that were happening, the Bear had proven to be a treacherous creature, betraying us by marrying the Targaryen girl, raising his banners to take the Throne.

He was a threat, I always knew something about him wasn't right, he made his house close relationships with ours, and by killing Theon and taking control of his homeland, which meant we didn't have the support of the Iron Islands, nor the Bear Islands, things we would have without him.

"Justice will prevail, and those who wrong us will pay," I had faith things would turn in our favor soon.