Chapter 15: Myr
On the road toward Myr...
They were about a day away from Pentos, and Aenar gave the order to make camp for the night. Rhaella was always close to Daenerys, and above all, they never left Aenar, because even if it was her army, they were men, and they were the only women in this camp.
Now they were standing in the commander's tent, waiting for him to return from his meeting with his captains.
Daenerys sat on the bed of the tent looking at her with curiosity, while she patched in the tent, observing the things that were present. The Dragon's armour, the map with the plans of what looked like the city of Myr, and which she knew very well, having lived there for a few years while she was looking for her children, and of which she knew almost every corner.
"So, mother, what do you think of him?" Asked Daenerys looking at her from the bed.
"He is handsome, but I don't know what else to say," replied Rhaella, not yet having the courage to give voice to the deepest thoughts about the boy, touching the armor, which was made of a different material from that of Rhaegar or that of Aerys, when he was carrying it in his youth.
"That's not the emblem of House Targaryen, isn't it?" Daenerys asked, pointing her finger at the chest of the armor.
"No. It' just a twisted dragon. Targaryen is a three-headed dragon."
Then she returned to the bed and sat down next to her daughter, putting her hand on her shoulder, and she leaned her head. After a little silence, she heard Daenerys ask, "Mother, do you remember when I told you that I knew the commander and that I saw him in my dreams?"
Rhaella knew that this topic would come sooner or later, and there was no chance to escape " Yes, I remember. You asked me if I also saw him in mine. And the answer is, yes. I have seen him many times in my dreams. He spoke, and we did...other things" and she felt red. "And sometimes you were there too."
"Why you never told me that?" Daenerys asked in a surprised voice.
"How could I tell you, Daenerys, that I was seeing a young man in my dreams and doing things, who knows what," she replied, looking her in the eye, "And besides, I didn't even know he existed. I thought he was just the result of my imagination."
Then her daughter took her hand and said, "I would never judge you badly, Mother. From the stories you told me about my father, and how he treated you, you deserve to be happy, even with a younger man."
She smiled and hugged her.
After a while, they saw Aenar come in. "Oh, I'm sorry, I didn't want to interrupt you."
Rhaella smiled, "You didn't interrupt."
He was very handsome. He was wearing a red, sleeveless tunic, exposing his muscular arms, and with the emblem of House Targaryen on his chest, and his hair was loose. He gave them a big smile.
"I know the camp isn't as comfortable as Illyrio's mansion, and I'm sorry for that."
"No, it's not. But it's better to be in this tent than to spend another day in that mansion with Viserys and Illyrio" She replied in a serious tone and the smile disappeared from Aenar's face.
"I'm sorry for how he treated you," he said, looking down. "I should have come sooner, as soon as I received news of your survival." She saw that he was sincere and sorry, so she stood up immediately and ran to embrace him, and he returned it.
"You don't have to apologize, Aenar. I know that the life of a mercenary is difficult, and you have to satisfy the needs of your men."
"Maybe. But nothing is more important than family. And you are part of my family," said Aenar extending his hand towards Daenerys. "Come Daenerys." And she ran straight to them. They were hugging him for a while and felt a great sense of security there. After a while, it was Rhaella who broke off the contact, "So your grace. What's the next move?"
He smirked and went to put wine in some glasses "Daenerys, do you drink wine?"
"Yes, but not much." And Aenar brought them two goblets of wine, and then he also took his, leaning against the table."Myr." Taking a sip, he added, "The Myrish refused to pay my men for fighting against Khal Moro. So, I'm going to take what's ours."
"Do you want to sack the city?" Rhaella asked while approaching him, and he nodded.
"And how do you intend to get into the city?"
"I gave the order to build the siege engines. We still have a few more weeks until we reach Myr. They'll be ready until then."
"You want to destroy it."
"Yes. I want to send a clear message."
Then they were silent for a while and watched. Afterwards, Rhaella said, drinking from her goblet, "What if there's another chance? Would you take it?"
Aenar's attention was drawn to that, and she saw that he was curious about this "I'm listening."
"In the last 15 years, since our house fell, I have been searching for my children all over Essos. In every city and in every hidden corner of those cities. Before finding out that Daenerys and Viserys lived in Illyrio's house, I lived in Myr for many years, and I know every hidden passage. I can take you inside the city and open the doors without destroying it. The guards will fall immediately. They don't have real soldiers but arm the citizens" And she saw him thinking about it. "If you conquer the city without destroying it, you will have a city base in Essos, and above all a port, where you can trade with the Seven Kingdoms when you take them back." She saw him thinking about this possibility, and some of the movements were just like those of Rhaegar.
"You're right. You have to show me on the map where the secret passage is."
"It would be better if I led the men to the passage..."
"No!" he said firmly, "I will not allow it."
"Aenar..."
"I said no! I just found you. I'm not gonna let you get hurt. We'll send the soldiers alone."
"What if they can't find the entrance?" He looked down, and Rhaella saw that a tear came down from his eye. So, she approached, and lifting her face up, stroking his bearded face she said, "I know you want to protect me, just as you want to protect Daenerys, but I won't be in danger."
He nodded, and she added "When we are near the city, I will leave before you, and to reassure you, I will take Arthur with me."
Sighing, he nodded and headed towards the bed of the tent, near Daenerys who had sat down after taking the goblet, to then lie down with his right hand behind the head, his eyes closed, and his left-hand playing with the end of the Daenerys' hair braid.
Rhaella saw how uncomfortable Daenerys became, observing his body, with the tail of her eye. The silence became unbearable, and she wanted to break it, but Jon beat her on that, "Are you afraid of me Daenerys?" he asked, as he opened his eyes and looking at her.
"No," she answered almost with a whisper, but not looking at him.
He stood up, and, resting his hand on her chin, slowly turned her face. Then he looked at her for a few seconds in the eyes. Rhaella saw how much her daughter's breath increased as she looked into his eyes. Then he said with a gentle voice and a smile, "Dany, you don't have to be afraid of me. I'm not Viserys. I would never hurt you and I would certainly not sell you to the first warlord that pass."
Rhaella was very attentive to the words her grandson said, so she decided to ask to be sure "Aenar. I'd like to talk with you about this subject." And he turned to her.
"About what?"
"About who we're going to marry to form alliances."
"You can marry whoever you want," he said, looking first at her and then returning his attention to her daughter. She was surprised and even more impressed by his character. So, she asked, "What do you mean?"
"That I don't intend to make alliances with marriages. When we return to Westeros the lords will come to me crawling, tired of the Lannister tyranny."
"But you'll need allies and men..."
"Aegon had 11,000 men when he fought at the Field of Fire."
"Aegon had Balerion."
"And I'll have Caraxes," Aenar replied with such passion.
"Balerion was a hundred years old, and he was a dragon tempered by many battles, your Caraxes..."
"He is the first of his kind. And the most powerful dragon ever appeared on this world" cut her Aenar, looking down. "He is strong, fast, and above all, strengthened by the magic of Valyria and the ancient Gods. And above all, he grows very quickly." Sighing added, "But I still don't know his full potential, and I can't find any documentation about him."
She was amazed by these revelations and couldn't wait to meet the dragon. This has always been one of her biggest dreams. Seeing a dragon in the flesh. Her grandfather, Aegon, tried to hatch the dragon's eggs, and that cost him his life, along with other members. One thing was certain, that was not their fault, but of others, and she will have to tell her grandson about the danger.
"Aenar. When you land in Westeros, you will have to destroy the Citadel."
"Why?" Aenar asked, curious.
"When my grandfather tried to give birth to dragons, the Citadel, and the Masters, were the one to sabotage and set fire to Summerhall."
"But I thought that..."
"No!" She cut him. "Before he went too crazy, and when he was kinder to me and trusted me, Aerys told me in secret that he had discovered that the Citadel was involved in the tragedy of Summerhall, but that the proofs were lost shortly afterward. I'm sure they're behind this because they want to destroy the magic in the world." Approaching him and kneeling, taking his hand, she added "So I beg you, Aenar. Be very careful. You have a very rare jewel in your collection. You have to protect him."
He put his hand on her face and caressed her, replied, "Don't worry. I will protect him. And I'll protect you too. You, Dany, Ashara, are the most important women of my life, and whoever threatens you, mistreats you or hurts you, will suffer the wrath of the Dragon and the Wolf."
Rhaella looked at Daenerys and saw that she had shiny eyes and a big smile on her face, while she became almost red because of Aenar's hand on her face. Rhaella felt such a great attraction towards him that she didn't know how to explain it. In her whole life she never felt this way in front of a man. And she knew that she shouldn't feel these feelings for him, because he was her grandson, but she couldn't. She felt the butterflies in her stomach and a fire that lit up. She would love to have him inside her, but she knew that this was neither the place nor the time. Before she got up, she glanced at his most intimate parts, and saw that it was pulsing from inside his breeches. She smirked, thinking about the effect they have on him and when the time comes, she will have to play these cards.
"Aenar. Tell me about yourself," Rhaella asked, getting up and sitting on the bed, next to him. Aenar began to tell her everything. His life in Essos adventures with Arthur, his meeting with the Stark and the war with the Dothraki. Of Ghost and Caraxes, who, despite his name was a romantic.
Rhaella loved listening to his voice, and sometimes it was accompanied by her daughter's laughter, who began to melt more and open up. And above all to get closer to Aenar, giving a sign of interest in him, but the boy doesn't seem to notice it. It was obvious that he had not met a lot of women, or that had flirted with him.
She was really grateful to Ashara for raising Aenar as her own child, and she will have to thank her when she'll see her, but what was not to be believed was that all of them were on the same continent, but in 15 years they never met.
When he finished telling his stories, Aenar said, "Now we should go to sleep. Tomorrow we must get up early. Um..." Rhaella saw that Aenar was turning red, and she asked, "What is it?"
"Um... as you know, this camp is full of men and you are two beautiful women, and I don't want to leave you alone. So, I would like to ask if you feel uncomfortable if I sleep here?"
"Of course not, Aenar. As you can see the bed is big enough for all of us," replied Rhaella.
"In the bed...with you?"
"Why not."
"Because can... mmm... happen situations that I could not control," he replied, embarrassed and turning red.
"If you're referring to the erection of your cock, you don't have to worry. I'm not someone who's shocked by that," she replied with a cocky smile.
He nodded, even though he was still red. After they changed, they lay down on the bed, and she was in the middle of Daenerys and Aenar, serving as a barrier between them since she knew how much uncomfortably her daughter was sleeping in bed with another, and especially if that's a man. She was also with her at the beginning, but after a while, she wasn't anymore. And they even used to sleep naked sometimes, because of the heat of Essos, with the door locked.
Before falling asleep, Rhaella glanced at Aenar and saw that he was lying on his side with his back facing them. She smiled and then hugged her daughter and fell asleep.
The next morning, Rhaella heard some voices outside, and she knew it was time to wake up. Then she felt a hand around her waist, and something pointed in her butt. She smirked, knowing what it was, and her mind began to make a series of images and not very honorable, but rather ashamed thoughts.
Shaking her head, she said to herself 'Rhaella stop craving your nephew.'
She felt that he was hugging her more tightly, and from behind that, he was almost thrusting. If someone were to come in and see them like this, they would think that they were having sex. But then suddenly she didn't feel his hand anymore, the next thing she heard was a groaning. Aenar had fallen to the ground. She stood up in a sitting position to look at him, but when he saw his condition, he turned red like a pepper.
"Grandmother Rhaella, I'm sorry about what happened. I don't know..."
"Don't worry, Aenar." But he immediately began to get dressed and then went out "I'll be waiting for you outside!"
"Great!" Now their situation will be very embarrassing. It was time to get dressed.
"Mother, what happened?" Asked her daughter, rubbing her sleepy eyes.
"I'll tell you another time," replied Rhaella kissing her on the cheek, " Come! We must prepare ourselves. Now we're with an army, and they're not waiting for us."
As they came out of the tent, they saw that Aenar was talking to Robb Stark and Arthur. It seems that what happened shocked him, as both of his companions turned towards her.
After a while, Aenar approached them and without looking at her, he said, "Come. It's time you met my son."
And at that point, Rhaella and her daughter asked at the same time, "Son!?"
"Come." And he led them to a nearby grove.
But when they saw him, they both gasped into seeing him. Of course, they saw him flying in Illyrio's garden when he roared, but seeing him close-up, on the ground and with the morning sunshine illuminating him. It was magnificent. A dream comes true. And she was sure that Daenerys thought the same thing, for Rhaella saw her approach him. The young dragon was beautiful. White with red eyes, and he was the size of a horse.
"Aenar... He's beautiful," said Daenerys, extending her hand towards the dragon's head to touch him.
After observing her for a while, the Dragon, Caraxes, allowed Daenerys to touch him.
Daenerys giggles, putting her hand, and then she said to her "Come mother. Come and touch the first dragon in generations."
Rhaella began to approach, with her heart in her throat. She felt Caraxes' gaze on her. But Rhaella said to herself 'I am the blood of Dragon. I'm not afraid.'
When she put her hand in the same way as Daenerys did, Rhaella began to laugh. He was so beautiful, and especially caressing him, felt good.
"Now we have to go," said Aenar, "the army needs to march on Myr."
She nodded and then began to head for the army that had already left, but not before hearing Aenar saying "Sōvētēs!" and she saw the dragon rising into the air.
"He will protect us from there," said Aenar, pointing to the sky and then left, and they followed him.
King's Landing
Tywin was on his way to the First hand study. Today he will have to meet a lot of people and plan future plans.
Upon entering, he saw that the spider was already waiting for him, "Lord Varys."
"Lord Hand" He responded by bowing his head.
"News from your little birds?" asked Tywin. He knew that Lord Varys knew everything from his little birds. Whatever secret someone had, the spider knew it. He was a good ally against enemies, but one thing was certain, he was not a man you could trust because he wants to achieve his goals, especially with the phrase for the good of the realm. Tywin has lived a long time, and he knows that there are no people who want the good of the realm, only their own good. And he wants a king that can be manipulated, so Tywin will have to instruct Orys, regarding the manipulation of the council, and especially of the Spider.
"Yes. Prince Aenar Targaryen, son of Prince Rhaegar and Lyanna Stark, with the Golden Company, defeated the Dothraki in the open field and then headed towards Pentos. There he met with his grandmother Rhaella and his aunt Daenerys, and then left the city."
Interesting, Tywin thought. It seems that the boy is reuniting his family, but if he thinks he can win the Seven Kingdoms with 20,000 men and without ships he is wrong.
"What about Viserys Targaryen?" Tywin knew that Viserys made a secret pact with Dorne, but the Spider did not mention anything about him.
"Apparently, the boy beat him up to blood, then cut off his hand, before leaving while he was about to kill his mother."
That was interesting. Aerys' madness was passed on to his son. But then it was to be expected, even Rhaegar was. If he wasn't, he would have married Cersei.
"But that day, my little birds told me that a strange creature appeared in the sky."
"A bird?"
"Apparently a dragon."
"Dragons don't exist."
"Maybe. But I'd suggest getting ready to fight him. Maybe ask the Citadel for help."
" Yes, you should take care of that."
"Of course."
"What else?"
"The Dornish continue to double-cross, but I'm sure they'll now try to form an alliance with Prince Aenar."
Doran Martell's ambition will never cease to surprise him, but soon he'll have the end he deserves. Like that bitch of his sister, and her bastard children. Tywin never forgot how his sister stole Cersei's position as Rhaegar's wife and never forgave Aerys for denying him that.
"The North?"
"My little birds have informed me that Eddard Stark sent his son to Essos to form an alliance with the Targaryen Prince."
That didn't surprise him after what happened with Joffrey. But it was something he could use to his advantage.
"I would like you to contact all the mercenaries of Essos, except the Company of Roses, because they are Northmen, with precise orders, which I will give in a letter."
"Of course," Varys answered and then left the room.
Tywin began writing the dispatches he would send to the mercenaries but heard at the door knocking.
"Come in!" and saw a servant enter.
"Lord Hand. Lady Ollena Tyrell wants to see you."
"Let her in," Tywin replied. He had summoned her to King's Landing as soon as he arrived. They had to discuss the terms of their alliance, even if it was more of a cover-up than anything else. But he had already chosen the most favorable terms of the alliance for the Crown and House Lannister.
After a while, he saw the Queen of Thorns enter. He knew her reputation. An ambitious, clever woman with a treacherous spirit and sharp tongue, ready to do anything for the interests of House Tyrell, despite the inability of her jester son. And this was something that he and she had in common, because for him to the future of House Lannister means everything.
"Lord Tywin," she greeted him, leaning against the stick in his hand, and then sitting on one of the chairs in front of him. " So, to what do I owe this invitation?"
"Lady Ollena. As you know, Orys and Lady Margery will be married soon, so I want to discuss the terms of our alliance.
"I'm all ears."
"Soon a war will break out in the Seven Kingdoms. That madman of Viserys Targaryen wants to invade us with an army of Dothraki, the North wants to rebel as well as Dorne. Considering that the future king of the Seven Kingdoms will also have Tyrell blood, you will have to offer 12,000 infantrymen, 1,800 mounted lances, 2,000 months in support of the Gold Clock. Provisions so this city might survive the winter. A million bushels of wheat. Half a million bushels each of barley, oats, and rye. 20,000 head of cattle. 50,000 sheep. We will help you to keep at bay those who wish to depose you, who plot against you. After all, there are plenty of Tyrell bannermen who wish to unseat you." Tywin knew this was a very high price, but he was sure she would accept it. Because more than anything else she wanted Tyrell blood on the Iron Throne, or more precisely, that she can manipulate the King for its advantages, and through her granddaughter will achieve that goal. But Tywin was ready to oppose all this. After all, the Redwyn were the same. Ambitious to the core, and he showed them their place, with extinction.
"You're asking for a very high price."
"The offer is also high. A Future King half Tyrell. But to increase the offer, we will sign a written contract of marriage between Prince Orys' firstborn child and Willis' firstborn child, who will be Lord Paramount of the Reach. We will also offer Ser Loras Tyrell the chance to become a Kingsguard, now that Ser Barristan has been dismissed by the Kingsguard."
Tywin saw that she was considering it, leaning with her back on the chair's back and her elbow on the chair's bracelet with her hand under her chin. "Very interesting offers and I think I' m going to accept it. But what about the wedding costs: banquets, dresses, guests and all the other preparations? What are you going to do?" replied Ollena.
"The costs will be divided in half. Half the crown, half House Tyrell."
"I accept. As long as the marriage is celebrated within three weeks or at worst one month. If the wars you say will break out soon, it is better that we secure the future of the crown."
"Then it's decided. Your granddaughter is here?" Tywin asked, even though he already knew.
"As if you didn't already know," she replied, and then stood up and walked out of the room.
When she left Tywin sighed. The Tyrells were a very difficult family to please, for their ambition, but anyway, Tywin did not intend to accept those same conditions that he offered. As soon as the Tyrells return to Highgarden, he will extinguish that family.
He put himself some wine in a goblet and takes a sip from it. Now he was waiting for the envoy of the Iron Bank, and Tywin has already prepared the plan to obtain an agreement with the iron bank of Braavos.
He would be lying if he said he was not afraid of the Iron Bank. The bank is the only opponent Tywin fears, or more precisely his gold. And what was worse is that the crown had an unimaginable debt with them. All because of that fat of a king. He convinced him to reduce his spending for feasts and banquets and to stay more lucid. But he will be able to pay part of his debts with the Tyrell' s gold.
Then he will have to communicate the news to Jaime about his appointment as Lord of Castely Rock since Tywin was sure that if the war breaks out, he will not see Castely Rock before his death.
As he stood up to go to the window with the goblet in his hand, he heard knocking at the door again "Come in!"
"The envoy of the Iron Bank arrived, my lord," said the servant, and Tywin then saw a tall, slender man coming in, with a beard and dark eyes, and a look that foreboded cunningness.
"Lord Tywin," said he, Bowing with his head. "My name is Tycho Nestoris, an emissary of the Iron Bank of the free city of Braavos."
"Welcome," replied Tywin, waving his hand at him to sit on the chair and carrying him a goblet of wine.
"As you know the crown owes a huge debt to the Iron Bank, and I was sent here to collect part of that debt."
"And I have every intention of paying it off. But I'd like to apply for a loan."
"A loan?"
"Yes. I want to hire Sellsword for the wars to come."
"As soon as you pay off part of the existing debt, the Iron Bank will finance you to hire the Sellsword."
"You will have the payment within three weeks" Tywin replied with a serious and impassive expression. "As long as you don't fund the Targaryen in Essos."
" Of course."
"We'll send our envoy, or you can wait in the capital for three weeks as a guest of the crown."
"No. I have business in Braavos. We will wait for your envoy."
Tywin nodded and saw Nestoris leaving the room, but as he was about to leave the study too, he saw Jaime coming in anger.
"Father. We need to talk about something very important."
"Can't it wait?" Asked Tywin irritated, although he knew what Jaime wanted to talk about.
"Cersei told me that you asked the king to dismiss me."
"Yes. I did," replied Tywin impassively.
"But there has never been a precedent in this regard. The oath given is for life."
"Ser Barristan was also dismissed."
" What?" Jaime asked with an astonished expression.
"He fought for the Targaryen during the Rebellion, and Robert thought of dismissing him, under Cersei's insistence. I told him it was a mistake to do so, but your sister got the better of him, with her arts and the result was that."
"What about me?"
"You will become Lord of Castely Rock. The King has already signed the papers for your appointment."
"Tyrion is the heir..."
"No!" Tywin replied by raising his voice. "Now you're no longer a member of Kingsguard, and Tyrion will never be lord of Castely Rock. His history with whores has already ruined enough the name of House Lannister."
"I've already stained my honor when I killed my king. Do you want me to break it again?"
"What did Cersei promise you?" Tywin asked, recalling Joanna's warnings, about the too much bond between the twins, and especially about some situations in which she surprised them. Tywin never believed it, but considering the latest events, he had a suspicion and now had to ask the source.
" What?" Jaime asked with a surprised and frightened face.
"I know about your...pastimes." And when Tywin said that, he saw panic taking Jaime's face. "I'm asking you again, Jaime. What did Cersei promise to keep you here?"
"I can't tell you."
"Is Orys also your son?"
"W-What?"
"Your mother revealed to me that she had surprised you in... compromising situations."
"Father, I can explain everything," Jaime replied by standing up.
"There is nothing to explain. Your distance from the court, and especially from your sister, will bury this...thing. If you stay here, you will ruin us all."
Tywin saw Jaime lower his head, and he took a sip from his cup, always with a serious and impassive expression. He knew that he made him change his mind.
"And Tyrion?" asked Jaime.
"I'll find a castle where he can spend his life, with his whores."
"Who will I marry?"
"Don't worry about that. I've already started the search. What about Orys?"
"He isn't," said Jaime in a low voice and with his eyes on the ground.
Taking another sip from his glass of wine Tywin said, "After the prince's marriage to Lady Margery, you will leave for Castely Rock, and you'll become what you were born to be."
Jaime nodded and left the room. Tywin smiled at himself. This was a great victory for him. House Lannister has a worthy heir and a worthy future.
Near the Bleeding Sea...
Ghardaq
Gagdara stood on the walls of Ghardaq, observing the arrival of her brother, Grazdan, from his expedition to the Shadow Lands and Sothoryos.
Five years ago, her brother left in search of dragons, who would rebuild The Old Empire of Ghis, bringing it to its greatest splendor.
She smiled when her brother was almost under the walls, entering the city at the head of the troops that had left with him. He was a very handsome man, dark brown hair, dark brown eyes, and a strong, muscular body.
When he entered the courtyard, she immediately ran to embrace him "Brother!" and jumped into his arms with her legs around his waist
When he left for the expedition, Grazdan was just a young boy of 16 years with the dream of finding dragons with a not very muscular body and not even the air of a warrior. But now he was a man, strong, muscular and a warrior, a worthy heir to the Harpy, and the Old Empire of Ghis. He was Grazdan the Great Reborn.
"I missed you so much, Gagdara," he said, putting her down, " Come. We have a lot to talk about." Turning to one of his men, he said, "Take the treasure to my room," and putting his arm around her shoulder, they walked toward the main pyramid.
When they arrived in the great hall, Gagdara put wine in goblets and said, "So did you find the dragon eggs?"
"Yes. I found five of them," he answered, taking a sip from his goblet.
"Only five?"
"Only five!? Are you kidding me? These are enough. You don't know the hells I've had or what I've been through in these years," he said, yelling and then drinking all the wine from the goblet at once, "Five years ago, I left with 8,000 men. During my expedition, I lost 5 thousand of them in search of the damned eggs, first in the Shadow Lands, then in Sothoryos. On my way home, I was attacked by the New Ghis, losing another thousand men."
She saw him trembling and immediately hugged him tightly. She could not imagine what horrors he saw. Breaking the contact, he went to put himself more wine and said in a harsh, "Did you manage to find a way to hatch the eggs and bond the dragons to our lineage?"
"Yes, our sorcerers found what the Valyrians used to form the bonds with the Dragons. But we need Valyrian blood to make the sacrifice."
"So, you found the two Targaryen?"
"Yes. But it's more complicated. We'll talk about it later, but know that Viserys Targaryen, his sister, and the Dothraki should be here soon."
" Good. I need a hot bath and to relax," he said drinking the wine from the goblet and leaving the room.
But Gagdara had other intentions, and decided to follow him and had to talk about something very important, something that was needed for the future.
When she arrived at her brother's room, she took a breath and knocked on the door. But hearing nothing she entered and saw Grazdan in the bathtub with damp hair and closed eyes. Slowly, she approached him, and putting a little perfumed oil on her hands, she began to massage his muscles, and he moaned.
"How are you feeling?" she asked with a seductive voice, and he immediately opened his eyes. "Gagdara, what are you doing here?"
"We need to talk about something very important," she said, massaging him again, with the hands over his chest.
"And it can't wait?"
"No. As you know, to keep control of the dragons and especially to prevent other families from having it, the Valyrians were getting married to each other. Brothers with sisters, uncles with nieces and aunts with nephews. But the Dance of Dragons has taught us that if other members get this control, they can end a dynasty and those magnificent beasts."
"What are you saying," Grazdan asked, standing up and putting a linen cloth around his waist.
"Grazdan. If we hatch the dragon eggs, we should also seal our union."
"What?" He asked, crossing his arms in front of his mighty chest, and this made his muscles show even more clearly, and that made her wet.
As she approached him, putting her hand on his face, she said, "It is time to forge a dynasty that will rule over Essos for thousands of years, and with our blood, we will bond the dragons to us. "
The Old Ghis Empire was always against this kind of union, relationship, and feeling, but she could do nothing about it. Gagdara has always been attracted by her brother, ever since she was old enough to do so or know what it was, and when her parents told the stories about the dragons, about how the Valyrians stole this gift from them, and how they married between themselves, brother to sister, she began to lust for him, and she felt jealousy towards the other girls who filtered with him. But now was enough. She will take him; she will be his only woman. And she'll give him a lot of children and a lot of pleasure.
"Grazdan, I've always loved you and always wanted you. I never accepted any man in my bed, and I refused every request of marriages. I wanted to be yours, and I wanted you to be my first and only one." Then she kissed him on the lips.
He looked down, "I've always lusted for you too. But this goes against what the Ghis Empire believed in. This union is wrong."
But she no longer replied, touching her shoulder straps, she dropped her dress to the ground, exposing her nakedness. And Grazdan was open-mouthed.
Then, as she approached him, she took off the cloth that was around his waist, releasing his erected member. She was already wet in between her legs and when she put her arms around his body, they both gasped when their naked bodies finally connected, her full big breasts firmly pressed to his chest, her legs pressing into his and her folds touching lightly to his hard member.
She started kissing him, opening her mouth on him, and he opened his in welcome. Grazdan put one arm around her waist, and with the other he grabbed her ass, squeezing it a little, and she moaned from the pleasure, and then he lifted her up. He tightened her to his chest as her legs circled his hips, holding tight to him and pressing her folds to his skin. He moaned, as did her, at the feeling of skin sliding on the skin. His legs took them to their large bed, his knees bumping on the bed as he lowered her to the mattress.
Grazdan stops himself and stares at her. She was breathing harshly through wet lips and her tits bounced with her rapid breathing. She was afraid that he would stop, realizing what was going on, so she opened her legs more, exposing her to him, and feeling his member's head against her entrance. Fear took her because of the unknowing, and above all not wanting to disappoint him with her inexperience.
Looking her in the eyes, he braced himself on one arm and the other he used to guide himself inside her.
When she felt him enter, she gasped open-mouthed and closed eyes, beginning to feel a little pain, and he was so thick, and she so tight. Gagdara didn't even know if she could take it completely when she squeezed her eyes, he stopped asking "Does it hurt so much?"
She nodded with her eyes closed "If you want me to stop, I'll?"
"No. I can resist," she answered by stroking his face.
Giving her a kiss, he kept entering until he was inside fully, and Gagdara couldn't believe she had managed to take him all inside. He began to move, first slowly and then a little faster, kissing her, and touching her breast, and squeezing her nipples, after what seemed like an eternity of pleasure, he spilled his seed into her womb as she milked him, and both gasped, opening their mouths. Feeling his seed inside her, she knew that there might be a chance that she might now become pregnant, and she really hoped. He rolled off her, breathing fast, and she with a brave move hugs him immediately, placing her head on his chest.
"Are you disappointed in me brother?" Gagdara asked, with such a fear. She couldn't bear to have disappointed him.
"No. You're just like I always imagined you," he replied, kissing her hair, she smiled at herself and then heard him say, "So Viserys Targaryen will be here soon. Does the Magister know about our plan?"
"No. He thinks we're going to make him very rich and put Viserys on their iron chair."
"He doesn't know what awaits him," Grazdan said chuckling. "And his sister?"
"We'll sell her to Lys as a whore in exchange for their alliance, and after you kill her Dothraki Husband, they'll obey you," she replied, kissing his chest and bringing her hand to his member, rubbing him.
He moaned, and said, "Will you allow me to rape her once before you sell her?" but she immediately looked up at him, gripping his cock so hard that he groans in pain.
"This cock is mine," she said with a fiery look and tits dangling. "No woman can taste or have him, do you understand me?"
And he nodded.
"Let's go to sleep now," she said, returning to his chest and leaving his cock, putting her hands on his abs. Tomorrow they'll have a lot to plan.
On the road toward Myr...
They'd been traveling for a month. They would come first, but Aenar decided to take the time. Torrhen sent him a letter saying that he was building a new object that would allow him to enter in Myr.
But now a day away from Myr, there was an army between them and the city.
"Aenar, what are you going to do?" Robb asked looking towards the camp.
"Talk to their leader," replied Aenar. "Prepare an escort!"
"Cousin, I'll go with you," Robb said, and Jon immediately turned to him.
"No! You are the future Warden of the North."
"And you're the future King, so I'm coming with you and there's no room for discussion. "
Aenar smiled. He and Robb formed a great friendship and a great connection, in this period in which Robb was in Essos, as he did with Arya, and knowing that he wanted to come with him to the enemy camp, despite the danger that there might be, filled his heart with joy.
As he prepared to get on the horse to head to the camp, he saw Rhaella and Daenerys coming towards him "Aenar. You don't have to go. It could be a trap."
"Don't worry. I'm smarter than I look," he replied, kissing them on the cheeks.
"And if they kill me, that will be their end. Caraxes will bring Fire and Blood to them."
"And the end of House Targaryen."
"No. Since Daenerys is my heir," and he saw that she was surprised. But Aenar didn't give them time to counter answer, and he rode away with some men, including Arthur, Robb, Asher, and Owen.
When they arrived at the camp one of the men said, "Halt! Who are you!"
"I am the Commander of the Golden Company, and I am here to speak with your commander."
" All right, get off the horse."
The man led them to the Commanders tent and when they entered, Aenar was speechless.
It was a woman who was leading them, a very beautiful woman, with brown hair and dark grey eyes, and a wonderful body, with a rather prosperous breast. She wore a purple dress, which did not leave much to the imagination, as it exposed much of her body.
Aenar heard Robb whisper in her ear, "If you weren't already busy in the future, you could have a little think with her." And Aenar gave him a look.
Yes, she was a very beautiful woman, but Daenerys, she was another story. He never saw a girl, no, a woman as beautiful as her. And even Rhaella, despite her age, was a beautiful woman, able to drive any man of any age, crazy.
Her attention was drawn by the Commander "Welcome, Aenar Targaryen. We've been waiting for you. My name is Alysa Snow commander of the Company of the Golden Spears."
"Waiting for me?" asked Aenar with a raised eyebrow.
"Yes," she replied, "See. Myr hired me to defend them from you."
"And do you think your army will stop me? You know what happened to the Dothraki. Are you sure your army can beat me?"
"No. And that's why I didn't attack you. I want to negotiate first."
"I'm all ears."
"You see, I know who you are, and I know that you intend to reclaim your throne. I have ten thousand men at my command and if you want, we will offer our services, of course, in exchange for the payment owed for that service."
Aenar began to think. Currently, his army consisted of 20,000 men from the Golden Company, and a hundred Dothraki, and especially one Dragon. When he returns to Westeros, he will have the support of the North, and this will give him another 20,000 men. Then he had the intention of taking over the Company of Roses, a Northern mercenary company of 5,000 men and freeing the Unsullied, whom Aenar did not yet know how many they were. And if he also accepts this company, he will have a very strong army.
"I accept! But know this, I intend to conquer Myr, and use her as a city base in Essos to plan my invasion, and for other purposes, that I will not reveal."
"All right. As long as we share the gold obtained by Myr."
"Done! But I don't want rapes and killings of civilians, do you understand me?"
"Yes," she replied, extending her hand, and so did he, but then Aenar saw her gaze turning towards Robb, and he smirked.
"Well then. Let's march towards Myr."
On his way out he told Robb with a teasing smirk "Dear Cousin. You were undressing her with your eyes."
"But did you see her, Aenar? Of all the women I've seen, she's the most beautiful."
"More beautiful than Dany and Rhaella?"
"Cousin, those are your women, and they are out of my reach. This one, on the other hand, I don't know. And you say that I took her off with my eyes, but it's not that there was much to undress."
"She's older than you, and she might not be a virgin."
"It doesn't matter. I'm not, either, and about age, you're the last one to tell me that, considering your feelings for Rhaella who is much older than you."
"Hit," replied Aenar chuckling, and then add, "Come, I want to reach Myr as soon as possible. And Rhaella and Arthur have to leave immediately."
Myr
When they arrived in Myr, Aenar saw that Torrhen was already there, with some siege weapons, and especially a strange object for a siege, covered, with two entrances.
"Torrhen."
"Your grace."
"What is that?" Aenar said smiling.
"The key to getting close to the wall without being killed by the archers. It will serve to enter through the gates when it is open. The roof is made of metal, while the structure is woody."
" Good!" looking toward the city, Aenar saw the guards on the walls.
Turning to Ethenaine he said, "Put the men in formation. When night falls, send a squad to the north. As you know, there is a grove where they can hide, and when they see the signal from under the walls, they'll enter quickly." The Captain Ethenaine nodded.
"Balaq, how many yards can the Myrish throw their arrows at?"
"Hard to say. But I believe 70 yards, maximum 100."
"Our longbows?"
"250."
"Good. Put the men in line formation, 200 yards from the city behind a shield wall."
Balaq nodded and ran away.
Aenar saw that Daenerys had a worried face, and hands around the waist with the look toward Myr. He knew that she was worried about her mother, so coming from behind he hugged her by putting his hands around her waist.
"Don't worry, Daenerys. Your mother is all right." She nodded with her head, putting her hands on his and rubbing them. In this month when they were marching towards Myr they had plenty of time to get to know each other, better, in addition to what they already knew as children. And he even began to train them.
Rhaella and Arthur arrived long before Aenar's army when the gates were still open. And now they were in an inn waiting for the night to fall.
"So, Arthur. After Myr, what does Aenar want to do?" asked Rhaella, taking a sip from her cup.
"Astapor. The King wants to increase his army" answered him, taking a sip from his cup "He wants to free the Unsullied. But first, he plans to go to Volantis and hatch the other three dragon eggs."
"So, he will have four dragons," and he nodded.
After some time in silence, Rhaella heard Arthur say, "The boy is in love with you." And she became red. "He's also in love with Daenerys," she replied. She noticed his looks and his daughter's looks. In this month they have formed a great connection. And Aenar began to teach them how to use the sword. She was a bit contrary regarding herself, but he insisted.
"Yes. And would that be a problem for you?"
"No," Rhaella replied, thinking about what it might feel like to share a man with her daughter, but her attention was drawn back to Arthur.
"That's good because I know of some future events that might happen and that'll be involving the three of you. But it will be the king to say that." Finishing his cup, he said, "Now we must go."
She nodded but began to think about what Arthur said, and became very curious. When they take the city, she'll have to talk to Aenar about this.
Upon leaving the inn Arthur said, "The army is under the walls. They are drawing the attention of the soldiers on the wall. We must go open the passage. Where is it?"
"The walls to the north."
"Good. Let's go fast, but without attracting much attention." Once they reached their destination seeing that all the men were rushing to the gates, where Aenar was attacking, Arthur took a torch and entered the hidden door inside the walls. After a while, Rhaella saw about 50 men entering and immediately ran to one of the doors.
The siege was quite tough, but their archers could not reach his army, his archers instead killed those who were on the walls.
Torrhen's invention was very useful because they could send men in without them being killed by the archers on the walls, and they could use the battering ram. Aenar decided not to use the catapults because he trusted that Arthur and Rhaella will be able to open the other gates.
When he saw a signal from one of the doors, he gave the order to enter with the testudo formation, a formation invented by him for when he must besiege the cities.
"The city will fall in less than an hour," said Robb.
"Yes. I'm sure I am too," replied Aenar and then warging in Caraxes, who was flying over the city. He saw Myr's soldiers fall like flies as his army made its way towards the heart of the city.
When Aenar stopped the connection with Caraxes, he began to ride towards the city. Once he arrived at the city's palace, he saw the magistrates on their knees.
"Apparently, you're not laughing anymore, are you?" Aenar said from above the horse.
"We're willing to pay you the price and..."
"No. I've already got what I wanted. This city and you," said Aenar drawing his sword, "you will suffer the price for your arrogance," and he cut off their heads.
Addressing the citizens who had gathered in the plaza, as well as the slaves, Aenar said, "People of Myr, I have conquered this city, but know that you will not suffer any consequences from the behavior of the Magisters. But from now, slavery is banned from this city. Anyone who will still practice this activity will be punished with the penalty of death. All slaves are freed, and they can decide what to do. Stay here or go their separate ways." But he saw that none of the slaves were leaving, so it was a good thing.
Addressing his men, he said, "Put the heads on the wall outside the city and put the banner of House Targaryen on top of the palace. It is time for It to know that this city is ours and that soon the others will be ours too."
Then he saw Rhaella and Arthur coming, and he immediately got off the horse and ran to embrace her.
"I'm glad you're all right. Now we have a city to protect us before we set sail for Westeros."