Chapter 18: There's nothing better than a fuck after a fight
White Harbor
"Lord Stark, we are approaching the port," said the captain of the ship.
"Good. Have you seen Arya?" asked Robb a little worried. It was three days since they left Myr, and she has not spoken to him since then, and she hasn't even left her cabin. At first, he thought, either that she was roaming around the ship, or that she was in her room with a pout. But now, he really wouldn't want her to have done something stupid.
" We searched everywhere for her, but nothing," replied one of his soldiers.
"Old Gods. I think she stayed in Myr. She must have jumped off the ship when we were inside, or taken a boat at night. As soon as we dock, send a ship to Myr.
"Yes, my lord," replied the captain.
Old Gods, his father, and mother are going to kill him for losing Arya. Now he had to go to Moat Cailin, before heading to Winterfell.
Once in the harbor, Robb climbed on his horse and began his ride to Moat Cailin, but not before seeing the ship leave for Myr, with trustworthy men.
He should go there himself, but there' s an old saying, 'If you go back from your trip, everything will go to shit.'
Myr
Daenerys woke up quite early this morning, having gone to bed early yesterday, having been alone, since her mother was next to Aenar for that night. And when she woke up she had a great desire to train, to relieve some of the tension and fear felt these days. Since Aenar was wounded.
Since Aenar was injured and could not train her, Daenerys asked Ser Arthur to do it, especially since he was the one who taught everything to Aenar.
After almost two hours of training, Daenerys felt tired, and Ser Arthur said, "That's enough for today." Taking the training swords to put them aside, while she approached the table to drink some water.
"You're learning fast, just like Aenar, but you still have a long way to go until you become an experienced warrior," said Ser Arthur.
She nodded and after a little silence decided to give voice to one of the curiosities she had since she was a child, her older brother.
"Ser Arthur. You were my brother Rhaegar's best friend. My mother told me a lot about him, but she is his mother. Anything she tells is good. But I would like to know how he behaved with his friends, with someone his age."
He chuckled and said, "Whatever Queen Rhaella tells you is the truth. She knew him very well. But yes, we had many adventures together."
Sighing he added, "Rhaegar was a man of the people, he liked to walk among them, sing for them. Never listen to other people's negative chats about him. They didn't know. Or what happens in their chamber."
"And Lyanna. What really happened?" "And Lyanna.
"Lyanna had an adventurous spirit and a good heart. And it was these traits that made him fall in love."
"But he was already married. How could he betray her?"
"Rhaegar was the prince of the crown, the heir to the throne, and was expected to carry on the line. So he should have more children. And Elia knew that she could not give him anymore. It is not easy to give life to the dragons Daenerys. Those who do not have their blood can die. It doesn't always happen, but sometimes it does. Even when they have Targaryen blood happens. The House was in crisis. Only two heirs, with Aegon who was sickly. So Elia and Rhaegar decided that the only way was to look for another wife, because even if he didn't love her, he was fond of her, and didn't want her to die for the House's sake. The first choice was Cersei Lannister. But then at the tournament, they saw her. Lyanna. And they were both impressed with her. And after we found out that she was the Knight of the Laughing Tree, he told Elijah, and they decided that Lyanna would be the perfect second wife, and Elijah was sure that she would also love Aegon and Rhaenys, instead Cersei, who would have poisoned them. And then you know the remaining story."
"And how much does Aenar look like my brother?"
Arthur chuckled, "Well, let's see what they have in common. Brooding, compassionate, goodhearted, loved by the army, and in appearance. But it is the qualities that distinguish them that are most interesting. Rhaegar was calm, and he would be a good king in peaceful times. But he was not made for war. He didn't like violence, and especially the sword. Aenar, on the contrary, is ruthless, strong, excellent strategist, lover of the sword and above all, has lust for conquest. Rhaegar didn't like wars, and he didn't want to conquer. Westeros would have been enough for him. But Aenar, he wants more. He is Aegon the Dragon reborn."
Daenerys nodded, and Arthur said, "Now if you would excuse me, I must train the men." And he left, while she returned to the palace.
Aenar was in chains, walking through the streets of a destroyed and snowy city. On the sides of the road, there were people with blue eyes, while the soldiers were walking dead, with blue eyes.
Looking around, Aenar saw his dragon, Caraxes, lying dead on the houses of the city, with thousands of ice spikes inside him, and this broke his heart.
As he approached the main keep, Aenar saw everyone he knew on the stairs, standing, injured and with blue eyes. He stopped for a moment but was pushed by those who escorted him. And only now, as he turned, Aenar saw him. Old bearded men, with frozen skin and blue eyes. Like the king of his old visions.
Entering the destroyed keep, Aenar was led to a large room and entering he saw that it had the roof destroyed. He saw the shattered banners of his enemies, raised, and people with blue eyes inside.
But when he looked into the back of the room, he saw him. The Ice King, sitting on what was surely The Iron Throne, with a grin on his lips and an Ice Queen behind him.
As he approached the throne, Aenar was speechless at what he saw. Rhaella and Daenerys, kneeling on their knees at the sides of the throne, naked and in chains.
Once before the throne, Aenar was hit in the knee and knelled.
When the Ice King began to speak, at the beginning Aenar only heard the hiss of ice on a frozen lake, but then he began to understand it because he spoke to him in High Valyrian.
"You have been defeated. Now I rule the world from your throne. Your queens will now be my whores, and you will be my commander. I will fuck them with my Ice Cock and you will lead them to the ends of the world. "
As he stood up, with some kind of black dagger in his hand, the Ice King grabbed Rhaella by the hair and stabbed her right in the chest. Aenar tried to get up and free himself, but he couldn't. And Rhaella's eyes became blue and her skin turned icy.
Then the king headed towards Daenerys, who had a frightened look, and this time with all his strength Aenar managed to get up and run towards her, but the king with a slash cut him on the eye and making him fall on his back.
Grabbing Daenerys by the hair too, who was screaming and crying, he stabbed her in the chest with the dagger, transforming her too.
Then, taking an icy sword, he pierced him in the chest, and Aenar felt how the ice was growing from inside him, and he screamed.
Aenar woke up with a scream and began to breathe and recover. The last thing he remembered was triumphing over the big lion and then returning to Daenerys. And now he was in his room in Myr, and not in that destroyed city. Looking around Aenar saw that there was someone next to the bed and saw that it was Rhaella. She was sleeping in the chair and by the Gods, she was so beautiful. But he was also worried for Daenerys. He hoped that she was really well and as he tried to get up, he felt how his shoulder hurt a little and Aenar groaned with pain. This made Rhaella wake up, He saw that she also was tired, with the red circle around her eyes.
"Aenar, you woke up," she said hugging him and kissing him on the forehead, for his disappointment. He would have preferred it on his lips.
"Yes. Who healed me?"
"He was a healer. Tall, old man, with long hair, mustache and beard..."
"Fuck," he responded coughing a bit and closing his eyes, "It was that old, drunker bastard. "
" What? Do you know him?"
"Yes. I had the pleasure of meeting him a long time ago, in an inn," replied Aenar, turning to get a glass of water, which was there and that Rhaella helped him.
"I thought he was a healer, a Master. If I knew that he was a drunker, I would have never let him treat you."
"It's okay. Gregory is the best healer, master or whatever you want to call him, on this earth.
"Then why did you speak badly of him?"
"It's a long story. And that I'll be happy to tell you about it another time," he said, and he realized he was naked, because his cock was waking. Then he asked about his main concern, "Daenerys?"
Rhaella smiled, and replied, "She's fine, but she also needs to eat and rest. You know she got very scared when you fainted. And she's been beside you for a long time."
Aenar nodded. He was very happy that she was well and that she watched over him. But now there was something he had to do, despite the situation. So turning to her he said, taking her hand, "Rhaella, I want to apologize about what happened the night of the party. The way I accused you it wasn't right, considering you only want the good of the family." Sighing, Aenar left her hand and playing with his fingers he added, "It's just that when I heard that you wanted to marry Daenerys to a lord of Westeros, I lost control. And I have to admit that the wine is the worst company in those situations."
"I forgive you. I also made my mistakes that night. Especially how I revealed it. But I did it because I really wanted you to marry my daughter. I wanted her to be happy, and you were the right husband for her."
Aenar began to laugh loudly, even though his shoulder hurt.
"We talked about this, you know? And I also asked her to-"
""Marry you. I know. And I also know what happened that night and I'm happy about it. For both of you. And she also mentioned something else to me. Something that made me very...excited, if I have to admit. "
"And do you agree?" asked Aenar hoping the answer would be yes.
"Yes. But know that I won't give you any children." She said almost firmly.
"We'll see," remembering Kinvara's stories and his dreams.
"Aenar, you..." But he cut her off with a kiss despite the pain, and she landed on her back when he deepened the kiss. As he kissed her, Aenar began to move his hand along her thigh, lifting up her dress, and reviling her skin. He felt how his dick was standing up, but suddenly, Rhaella broke contact, and placing her hand on his chest she said, "Not now. You're still weak."
"But I want you. I desire you. "
"And I want that, too, but not now. "
"Then call for Daenerys. "
"No! Like I said, you need to rest. And so does she. "
"But..."
"No!" She said it firmly, and Aenar hated her for it. He was desperate for sex, so he said, " Blow me."
"What?"
"Suck my dick."
"You're kidding, aren't you?"
"No. You tell me I can't have sex with you, but you can still suck my cock," he said, discovering his lower parts, and his cock was already straight.
"No!" She said, licking her lips, and covering him up again, "when you heal you'll have plenty of it, but not now."
"All Gods Woman. You are..." But he doesn't end the sentence out loud.
As Rhaella stood up, she said, "Now rest, young dragon. Gather your strength." And before leaving she gave him a kiss, again on her forehead. Aenar crossed his arms in frustration. He deserved this. Now she was definitely making him pay for the way he spoke and treated her that night.
Daenerys was walking through the hall to go to her room and take a bath, and she saw her mother, who had a smile, and was immersed in her thoughts.
"Good morning, Mother. Shouldn't you be with Aenar?"
"Good morning to you, too, Daenerys. Aenar woke up," said her mother, and that made Daenerys smile of joy.
"Then I'd better hurry up and take a bath and go to see him."
But as she was about to go her mother grabbed her hand and said, "Daenerys, you know that Aenar is still hurt, even if he thinks he's already well...and he wants you know what," she said.
Daenerys was a bit confused until she realized what she was referring to, " Oh..."
" Yes. Be careful because he is quite insistent, and you are very young and an easy prey too. I wouldn't have anything against it if he hadn't been hurt and needed to rest. Do you understand, Daenerys? "
Daenerys nodded, and giving her a kiss, her mother left.
After bathing and changing, putting on a lighter dress, Daenerys went to Aenar's room. Upon entering, she saw him lying on the bed, his eyes closed, and he was covered until the waist.
He was very handsome, despite being bandaged, and by the gods, his abs were very much in evidence.
"Are you going to be there the whole time, Dany, or are you planning on entering?" Aenar asked, with eyes closed, while she was at the door.
Daenerys chuckled and entered. When she approached the bed he opened his eyes and looked toward her.
"How are you?" She asked, a little worried, but also happy that he was alive.
" Good," he replied, smiling, and then added, "The children?"
As she sat beside him on the bed, she replied, "They're fine. The boy was injured but the healer treated him."
"Yeah, that old bastard," he said, "but I'm glad they're all right. Did you find out what their names are?"
"Eric and Seara Hill," she said.
"Two bastards."
There was a bit of silence as they looked at each other in the eyes, and Daenerys fought with all of herself, to not jump on him and take him inside her.
Licking' her lips and looking down, Daenerys said, "maybe it's better if I leave you to rest." But as she was about to get up, Aenar grabbed her hand and said, "It's not rest I want, Daenerys, but something else."
"My mother said..."
"Look how much I want you Daenerys," he said grabbing her hand and putting it on his member, which was already hard and trembling at her touch. Daenerys felt how the heat grew from her center, how her cheeks were warming up and how she was already starting to get wet between her legs. It was what she also wanted.
So, standing up, Daenerys left her dress fall to the ground and was naked in front of Aenar.
She saw how his eyes traveled down her body, how his eyes were full of lust, and Daenerys was laughing and screaming, inside herself, despite having a serious face to keep the suspense of the situation.
Then Aenar discovers her lower parts, and when Daenerys glances towards his member, her mouth was watering for the anticipation.
Slowly and sensually, Daenerys turned around the bed arriving at his feet, then climbing on it, she approached his destination, looking at him with a predator's eyes.
Once he reached his destination, Daenerys took his member in her hand and began to stroke him slowly. It was the first time she had touched him and if she had, to be honest, she liked it. It was like grabbing a sword.
After a few strokes, Daenerys wanted to use her mouth, as her mother told her how men liked it, and especially Aenar, who had experienced it on the night of the party. And her mother told her that she enjoyed having him in her mouth, and swallowing his essence. When she said those things, Daenerys was embarrassed at first and even hot, especially considering where they were, she and her mother, Daenerys felt how her nipples became hard.
Then, as she moved her mouth closer, Daenerys began to plant kisses, first on his head, then along the member, stroking him in the meantime.
"Gods, Daenerys. I want to be ins..."
"Shhh, my dragon, everything at its time," she replied. Oh how much she wanted him inside too, but she first wanted to experience what her mother had.
Taking only the head in her mouth, Daenerys began to suck it, moving her head out in, out in. She felt how the precum was coming out of the tip and Daenerys as she had him in her mouth, with her tongue licked it away. It wasn't an amazing taste, a little bit salty, but it wasn't even bad.
She heard how Aenar called her name, and this gave her confidence.
As she took him more and more in her mouth, moving her head up and down, Daenerys began to touch herself between her legs, being already wet. If she had to be honest, she had already experienced that feeling, massaging herself with her fingers, but when Aenar did, with his mouth. By the Gods.
Daenerys was moaning for the feeling and so did Aenar, when she increased the rhythm, and then he grabbed her head and stopped it to thrust into her mouth wildly.
Gods, what a feeling she was experiencing. His thrust to the back of her throat makes her gags and almost hurt, but he continued it, moaning, and so did she.
After a few more thrusts Aenar said, "Dany, I'm about to..." and she feels how his seed was spilled deep into her throat. Daenerys tried to swallow it all but it was almost impossible, and some of it came out from the corners of her mouth. When she swallowed what was in her mouth, Daenerys first cleaned her corners with her thumb and then sucked it out.
After cleaning herself with the back of her hand, Daenerys approached his ear and whispered, smirking, "You taste amazing my dragon," and he captured her lips fiercely.
At this point, Daenerys wondered, if he was pretending that his shoulder didn't hurt him or if it didn't really hurt him. But she didn't find the opportunity to ask because Aenar dragged her straight above him and Daenerys giggled. What a sensation. She felt how her pussy was touching his mighty abs, and this contact almost made her tremble.
As they kissed, with him having his hands secure on her hips, and her dipping into his beautiful dark curly hair, which she adored, and that he usually carried them in a bun, Daenerys felt how his cock was hardening again, and this time it was in the middle of her ass. She smiled as she kissed him for the feeling, and Aenar asked, "What is there to smile about?"
"Is your cock between the cheeks of my ass," she said, kissing him and their tongues were fighting for the dominance. That was a new feeling for her. A new desire.
"So what?" he asked, continuing to kiss her and caress her body and her tits.
"I want you inside me. Now!" she said, getting up a bit, just long enough for his cock to stop at her entrance and not fall on his belly.
And then she impaled herself on him, with one powerful thrust. Nothing like the night of the lake, she felt some pain but it was not like that.
"You are so big," she said kissing him, with his cock inside her completely.
"And you're so tight," he said, grabbing the cheeks of her ass and squeezing them. Daenerys moaned in his mouth, for pleasure, and then heard him add, " Like Mother, Like Daughter, " and she chuckled.
It was nice to hear that she had nothing less than her mother, of course apart from the experience, but to hear that Aenar put them on the same place, it was magnificent.
Slowly, Daenerys began to move her hips, enjoying the way his cock filled her pussy so perfectly. While Aenar's hands rubbed, her thighs and then her hips, reaching up to the rib cage, and grabbing her breast. He squeezed them and kissed them as she was moving her hip, and stroking his head. Daenerys moaned at the feeling of having his hands on her breast, and this made her increase the rhythm of her hips' movement.
As she was riding him, Aenar brought his hand between their contact and began to massage her sensitive part, increasing the pleasure and before long she was riding him hard and fast with her hands on his chest. She felt the way his cock twitched inside of her causing waves of pleasure to wash over her as her climax neared, but she tried to hold it back, to increase the time of this beautiful moment.
When the rhythm of the movement of her hips decreased, Aenar began to thrust in her, hard and quick, and she screamed, his name "Jonnnnn..." even making him wrong, for the pleasure she felt.
After two more powerful thrusts, Daenerys felt how his seed was spilled inside her, painting her wall. And she falls over him, with him hugging her.
They were in each other's arms catching their breath, and it was so beautiful and feeling so secure in his arms. Daenerys was smiling, his cock was still inside her, and the seed was coming down from her pussy.
After a while, as Aenar caressed her along the back, Daenerys said, "I hope I didn't hurt you too much."
He chuckled, saying, " Hurt? No, of course not. In fact, I feel even better, and it seems that the line "There's nothing better than a fuck after a fight," is very accurate."
And she laughed, kissing him on the chest.
"But I need to show you something," Aenar said, taking her from above him, and standing up, and then returning with a sort of book in his hand.
"This book is very special, Dany. I bought it from a merchant in Volantis when I returned from Old Valyria. I know what he told me about his magic was true, but I still didn't know what it was. I don't know even now, yet, but I do know this. It's perfect for communication at long distances, by writing with blood. Unfortunately, there are only two of them in the world, and the other one has Robb, so not many know about it, and it needs to stay that way."
Daenerys nodded, taking it in her hand and observing it. She felt nothing, and looking at him it looked like a normal book, but she trusted Aenar, so she gave him back.
" All right," he said giving her a kiss on the lips, "Let's go and eat. I'm tired of sleeping in bed. I want to eat. And I want fresh air."
"Just eating?" she asked when raising her eyebrow.
" For that, I need my strength, so I have to eat."
She nodded, and dressed up, but still felt his taste in her mouth and his seed, deep in her pussy.
Rhaella walked through the Myr market, and suddenly next to the seller of the bread, spotted a little girl, very familiar, and who was about to steal it.
"Arya Stark, come immediately here," she said, raising her voice and getting closer.
The girl was petrified when she saw her, and she with her hands crossed in front of her chest, said, "What are you still doing in Myr? Your brother left three days ago."
"I wanted to stay with Aenar and Caraxes. Train with him and participate in his adventures," she replied looking down.
Rhaella sighing said, "Arya, Aenar doesn't have adventures. He has wars to fight." But seeing that Arya had her face sulking, she said, "Come on, little wolf. I'm sure you'll are very hungry. And you need a bath. "
And they began to walk towards the keep.
Entering the big room where you eat, Rhaella saw that Aenar and Daenerys were there, and she smiled, although, from the way they looked at each other, while they were eating and smiling, they certainly had sex.
Shaking her head, Rhaella said, "Look who I found in the streets of the market."
"Gods Arya. I thought you left? If anything had happened to you, Lord Stark would have killed me."
And the girl looked down.
"We're going to eat and then you need to take a bath," Rhaella said, approaching the table, and sitting down.
Aenar was right. This wasn't good, and the girl was important. They will have to protect her, otherwise no more support from the North.
Moat Cailin
After a few hours on horseback, Robb and his escort arrived at Moat Cailin and were welcomed by his uncle Benjen and his wife, Alysanne Hightower, a very beautiful woman, with their two sons, Rickard and Jonnel Stark.
"Robb," greeted him Benjen, hugging him. "It's been a long time since we last saw each other. You've changed. Essos?"
And Robb nodded.
"Then we have a lot to talk about."
"Aunt Alyssane, " greeted her Robb with a hug, and she smiled hugging him as well. And then Robb hugged is cousins too.
"Come on, let's go inside."
Once they entered the great hall, the servants brought food, and they sat down at the table and began to eat.
So you met him?" he said, and Robb could feel the excitement in his voice.
"Yes. I don't know what Aunt Lyanna looked like, but Aenar or Jon, how you want to call him, looks a lot like my father. He only has dark, curly hair."
"Lya's hair," said Benjen smiling, and he was almost submerged in his memories of his lost sister.
"He is strong, intelligent, ruthless when he has to, a great strategist and warrior. He will be a great king after he conquers Westeros." Benjen nodded and made a toast to the future king.
After some silence and when Alysanne left them alone in the room, Robb said, "Uncle, I found another cousin in Essos, and she joined Aenar's army, with her Company.
And Benjen looked at him confused, "Who?"
"Brandon's bastard daughter. Alyssa Snow" replied Robb.
"I can't say I'm surprised that Brandon has a bastard daughter in this world. I was thinking about it a lot, considering her behavior. And that was the main reason why Lya didn't want to marry Robert Baratheon. Because he was just like Brandon."
"I slept with her, uncle. With Alyssa," Robb said recalling the good times he had with Alyssa, even though they were just a few moments.
And now Benjen was open-mouthed and speechless. And if he was speechless, Robb could not imagine how his father would react to this. Or his mother. He can't help but admit that he feels a certain fear about it.
"Well, it's not that this is a big deal. All the noble families of Westeros were related when they got married. Cousins with cousins, Uncles with nieces, Aunts with nephews, and in special cases brothers with sisters. Even the Stark House has some of these precedents," sighing, after taking a sip from his goblet, he added, "The problem is that she doesn't have a political weight."
"She has an army of 10,000 warriors at her command, so she brings a lot to the table," Robb responded with great hope for their future although they will have many challenges. He will try to stay out of the marriage proposals as long as he can in the hope of marrying the woman he loves, but if there is no way to oppose then he must do so.
"I understand you, Robb, and I am with you in this. But I'm not the one you have to convince."
I know answered Robb sighing and lowering his head.
"Don't worry, Robb. I'm sure everything will be fine," and Robb smiled.
Then he asked, "Are the stories about Robert Baratheon and Joffrey true?"
"Yes. And soon war will break out. But before that, there are a lot of things to do. But know that nothing will pass Moat Cailin. I have 4,000 men, ready to defend it."
"Well, soon we will be besieged, from the North, the South and from the inside. But now I'm tired and I'd like to rest if you don't mind. Tomorrow I should leave at first light, and before that, I'll tell you everything."
Benjen nodded, and Robb retired.
Winterfell
Ned was in his studio, waiting for Howland to arrive, to accompany Brandon to the North. He had also prepared an escort of his best 50 men so that nothing would happen to his son.
He also received a raven from
whit harbor. Robb has returned and now was at Moat Caillin.
He heard a knock on his door, "Come on."
"Lord Howland Reed arrived," announced Jory, and Ned nodded. Rising from his chair.
"Ned, my friend," Howland said to him.
"Howland."
"Is everything ready?" he asked.
"Yes. Although I' m still not entirely sure about this mission," Ned replied sincerely. Those were things he still couldn't believe.
"I know Ned, but it's the only way. I saw him in a vision. He is the future three-eyed Raven, the knowledge of the world, the past, the present, and our possible future. But know that I will protect him at the cost of my own life."
Ned nodded, "Wait for me in the courtyard. I'm going to get Bran."
Howland nodded, and left the room, as Ned headed toward his son's room.
On entering, he saw that Catelyn was present. The anger she felt towards him had faded a few weeks ago, but now as she saw him entering their son's room, he saw that anger and hatred in her eyes again.
Swallowing up, Ned said, "Howland has arrived. It's time for Bran to go."
She sighed, nodding, and whispered something in Bran's ear.
Once outside, Ned saw all the men gathered, and there was also Hodor. He decided that he would be like the Swornswords for Bran, because he was a giant, and could beat any man or beast.
Outside it was already night because Howland said it was better to leave with the darkness. The cold air was also descending.
"Brandon, son. Never forget who you are, and may the Old Gods protect you," said Ned hugging him, and Bran reciprocated, Sansa and Rickon were crying because Bran was leaving, and Bran began to cry too.
"We must go, Ned. The sooner we leave, the more chance we have in stopping the real enemy."
Ned nodded, "Remember to create an alliance with the wildlings at any cost, Ned. We need every man to fight the enemy. Because his army is very large."
"Go," said Ned while hugging Catelyn who was crying.
When the company left, Catelyn ran to the walls to keep seeing him, and he followed her. But it was too late. The darkness had already wrapped them.
"If anything happens to him, Ned, I will never forgive you."
Ned said nothing, knowing perfectly how she felt, for he felt the same way. But as a mother, she felt it even more.
"Robb returned to the North. He is currently in Moat Cailin, with Benjen, and tomorrow he will depart for Winterfell."
"Arya?"
"She's fine. I'm sure of it. Come on, let's go inside."
Ned said on the way to the Keep.
King's Landing
Today Tywin had the intention to present to the Council part of his plans for the Traitors, and the King together with his daughter wanted to attend the meeting. Only the so-called trusted people were present in the room. But if there was one thing Tywin learned in all his long years, as Lord and Hand, is that there weren't people you could trust blindly. The only one you can trust is yourself. Aerys Targaryen did it, trusted Pycell, who was at his command and paid it dearly. But what makes a family extinguish was its own members and that's why he now has to eradicate the rottenness of the families.
Now that Littlefinger has been arrested on charges of high treason and for the murder of Jon Arryn, of which Tywin was very happy, he asked that Tyrion be appointed master of the coin. The king agreed to his second request and now his son sat in the small council, just as he had promised, even if not with a position he liked. They had a lot to discuss at this meeting, especially considering that the kingdoms will soon be in danger and chaos will break out. And Tywin wanted to do anything to prevent it.
"What news from Essos, Varys?" Asked the King.
"Aenar Targaryen has conquered Myr and has an army of 30 thousand men and a dragon. Robb Stark was with him, and they formed an alliance..."
"What?" The king shouted, standing up, with his fists on the table, and he almost overthrew the table.
"Yes, your grace. Lord Eddard Stark's son, met with Prince Rhaegar's bastard, and they made a secret alliance."
"I want the heads of that traitor of the Stark on the walls of the red keep."
"I believe there is time for that," said Tywin annoyed by the behavior of the king who only thinks of fighting. It is no wonder that the kingdom was in such a disaster.
"What do you mean?"
"One enemy at a time your grace..." But before he could finish, the king cut him off, turning again to Varys, and this irritated him very much.
"What else is there from Essos?"
"The young Targaryen has reunited with his grandmother Rhaella Targaryen and his aunt Daenerys Targaryen, killing his uncle Viserys Targaryen. He also massacred the population of Pentos, burning the city," Lord Varys said, "and Tywin tried to understand the game he was playing. "But the main problem is the dragon. It grows quickly and very fast. We have to kill him before he gets too strong."
"I've already contacted someone to build a weapon that kills big dragons," Tywin said, and giving Meryn Trant a signal to let Robert Hunt in.
After a while, they saw him enter, and with a huge arrow behind him. So he did it. He creates the dragons' killer.
"Your Grace, I present to you Robert of House Hunt, former Master of the Citadel," said Tywin.
"Former master? And tell me why you're a former master?"
"The Citadel didn't like my experiments, Your Grace."
" Show us the weapon," Tywin said, not wanting to go into details.
"It's a crossbow that can take anything down. And this," said Hunt, pointing toward a large dart, "is a bolt of Valyria steel." And Tywin didn't miss the glances or looks that Cersei gave to the Master. He will have to give her a little speech about it.
" Fantastic," said the king, starting to laugh out loudly. What a fool Tywin thought. He hated him, especially when he patted him on the back. And as soon as he destroys his enemies he will also take care of this buffoon king. "Eh, Tywin. Now that Bastard and his dragon will die." And he kept laughing, but Tywin was serious because there was nothing to laugh about. And especially, he doesn't like to laugh.
"But there's a problem," said Hunt. "This piece is the only one because there is no more Valyrian steel in the world."
"Use something else, damn it."
"There may be something else, but Lord Stannis has forbidden me to set foot in Dragonstone."
"Well you're going, and with an escort. Get the materials you need and start the damn job of making my balists and bolts."
"Yes your grace," he bowed and left the hall.
"Let's move on to something else, all this talk about those damn dragons, it gives me a headache, and I have more importants things to do than sitting in this damn room."
"The Yronwoods have accepted the betrothal of Prince Tommen with Gwyneth Yronwood."
"Good. The boy will leave in a week for Dorne, where he will be warded by the lord," replied the King.
"Robert, Tommen is still a child. He's only 9 years old," Cersei said.
"Nonsense and he is big enough. And the decision is made."
"And the title of Prince of Dorne, when the Martell will be destroyed," Tywin said.
" All right. What else?"
"The question of the Vale and Riverlands..."
"Harrold Hardyng. He's going to be the new lord of the Valley, and if he can't, Yohan Royce will be. While Hoster Tully will be called to court to answer for his daughter's betrayal," said the king firmly, and Tywin knew that he was even ready to cut off some heads to avenge Jon Arryn. And that's also one of the reasons he created a secret alliance with the Freys, who will soon become Lord Paramount of the Trident.
"What else?"
"Joffrey. He must leave for the Wall as soon as possible," Tywin said.
"No!" Cersei said raising her voice.
"That's the only way. No one will ever want to let him marry their daughter."
"No! You have no right..."
"Silence, woman!" Said the king raising his voice, "He will leave for the Wall tomorrow. It's decided." And with this, the King stood up and stormed out off the room. Surely to go and fuck some whores.
When Tywin dismissed the council, he said, "Lord Varys, one moment."
"The sellsword? They accepted?"
"Yes, Lord Hand and half of the payment was made. Soon all will be embarked with destination Dorne. In about three months the country should fall. We also made deals with the Dornish who are not loyal to the Martell."
" Good. You can go."
When Varys also left, Tywin stood up to get a glass of wine. Everything is going just as he planned, and soon the Seven Kingdoms will all be completely under his control.
Near the Bleeding Sea...
Ghardaq
Today Gagdara woke up in a good mood, after spending another special night with Grazdan. But she was still sad for not being pregnant. They had been trying for almost two months now, but still nothing. Of course, they did it every day and even if he didn't always spill inside her, those times that he did she thought that the seed had taken root, but apparently it wasn't like that. And she didn't have a mother to ask for advice about these situations, and she didn't trust the sorcerers or healers enough. They might spread some lies about her.
After getting dressed, Gagdara went out of the pyramid to look for her brother.
When she reached the training area, she saw him. In the middle of his men with two swords in his hands with an opponent much bigger than him. Highly muscled with a fairly large sword in one hand and a shield in the other.
His opponent was strong, and as far as Gagdara knew about the use of the sword, he made powerful attacks. But Grazdan. He was fast. Very fast. More than he was five years before. And she has never seen anyone so fast. After a bit of a strike, Grazdan with a powerful shoulder thrust, after breaking his defense, landed him on the ground. Then he pointed his sword at his neck. Everyone began to beat on their shields and encourage him. But all she could do was admire him. He was a great warrior, the perfect heir to the harpy. To Ghis.
He helped his opponent to stand up, holding out his hand, with a smile, and the other one gave a tight smile and stood up.
"Well done, brother, you have proven your reputation as a warrior."
"Gagdara," he said, still smiling and grabbing her by the waist and kissing her on the lips, catching her by surprise. She thought he didn't want to show their love in the daylight for now, but apparently she was wrong and was happy about it.
"Gagdara," he said, still smiling and grabbing her by the waist and kissing her on the lips, catching her by surprise. She thought he didn't want to show their love in the daylight for now, but apparently she was wrong and was happy about it. She opened her mouth, welcoming in his tongue.
After a while, it was he who broke the contact, and he said, "Sister. This is Izmahr zo Murruq. Former commander of the legions of New Ghish. I met him during my expedition to Sothoryos. I saved him from his own men when they betrayed him because he was becoming too famous."
"My rivals got what they wanted." He said and had a strong and robust voice. He will surely be over forty years old, he had long hair and was quite attractive. "And I owe my life to Grazdan, your brother. And I will help him build his army and destroy New Ghish. We will train the new legions."
Gagdara nodded and turning to her brother said, "Are you too tired to train with me, my love, or can you endure one more round?"
"Yes, I think I can do that again," he said, smirking, and holding his swords in his hand, and now seeing them up close, they attracted her curiosity. " Beautiful swords, brother."
"Do you like them? I found them during my expedition," he replied, twisting the swords. "This is the sword of the lion," stretching the sword. It was a beautiful sword, long, curved, and dark. On the hilt, there was a lion on one side, and its tail ended on the other.
" This instead is the Egle Sword." Gagdara saw how the blade came out of the eagle's beak, and the hilt was formed by the wing and the claws.
And taking their position, they began to duel. But it did not last long because her brother who was better than her disarmed her, and pointed his sword at her. "Five years and that's all you learned?"
She did not respond, feeling a bit disappointed. She thought she had become very good at it, having defeated the master of arms several times, but apparently he had let her win, and this made her angry.
As she turned, Gagdara saw one of her spies coming, "What is it?" she asked.
"Bad news, my queen."
"In the great hall, and summon the sorcerers."
When she got to the great hall, Gagdara saw that the head of the sorcerers was already there as was the spy she had spoken to.
"What is it?" she asked.
"We have a big problem," the spy said. And Gagdara glanced at Grazdan who was confused. Until two months ago everything was fine and now suddenly there was a problem.
"So talk, before I lose my patience," said his brother, who was irritated.
"Aenar Targaryen," said the spy, and Gagdara saw fear on the spy's face.
"Who is this Aenar Targaryen you're talking about? I know that there are only two Targaryen alive..."
"Three," she said, remembering the mother of the Targaryens.
" All right, three. Viserys, Daenerys and the third Targaryen. Who the fuck is Aenar Targaryen?"
"The most dangerous of them. He's the commander of the Golden Company, and he's the only one to have defeated the Dothraki in battle, since the time of the Three Thousand. He's a ruthless and powerful warrior, and he's also a great strategist. He gave birth to a dragon in the Temple of the Red God, in Volantis, and was tempered by the Valyrian magic, of Old Valyria."
"A dragon?" she asked, surprised, hearing such a thing for the first time.
"Yes. And it also became very big. He's only five months old, but he's bigger than a horse."
"A dragon," she said in a low voice. So, someone managed to do it.
"How old is this...Targaryen?" asked her brother.
"Sixteen."
"Sixteen?" and he began to laugh. "A fifteen-year-old brat gives you all this fear?"
" How exactly is this dragon?" she asked, ignoring the comment of her brother, who was curious.
" Silver, four hoes, as I said is very big. Red eyes like fire."
Gagdara turned to the other side, smiling and then approached the window. A dragon in the skies of Essos. And perhaps soon they will also be able to tame him, bend him and bring him to their side. She almost screamed of victory inside herself, at the thought of it.
"When Viserys Targaryen and his sister will bring here the Doracki, with the remaining dragon eggs, we will lure this Aenar into a trap, where he and his men will be slaughtered."
"I fear it will not be so, Empress. The boy who is tempered by the magic has taken with him Daenerys Targaryen and Rhaella Targaryen. And wounded Viserys Targaryen."
"Damn him!" screamed Gagdara, pacing in the room. Now they will have neither an army nor Valyrian blood to sacrifice. She was more and more eager to kill this Valyrian bastard, who is fucking up their plans.
On the other hand, her brother began to drink that disgusting wine that she so despised. And she saw that he was as angry and frustrated as she was.
"The Valyrian has also conquered Myr, using it as a base and above all as a commercial city to have income and increase the patrimony of his treasuries, for the campaigns," Gagdara screamed in a frustrated way. It wasn't enough that he made them lose an army, now he was even taking a city.
"But there's good news," said the spy. "Viserys and Illyrio are coming, while Khal Drogo will soon march on Myr, to kill the young Valyrian."
"Good. At least we would have the dragons of the eggs we already have. And the Khal will kill the bastard," said her brother and then dismiss the spy. Gagdara approached the table to get a goblet of that lousy wine but still, it was better than nothing.
When only she, Grazdan and the sorcerer remained she asked, "I hope that at least you have good news."
"I'm afraid not, Empress." And she threw the goblet with the wine still in it across the hall. "Speak, before I lose my patience and kill you."
"We can give birth to dragons, tame them, tie them to you, but not bend them. For as soon as they are face to face with a true Valyrian, the bond is broken.
"So you tell me we have to kill the bastard and the whores who are with him? Easy," said her brother firmly, but she knew it was anything but easy. Especially when you consider this new dragon coming into play, which completely changes the situation.
"Get out. I want to stay with my brother," she said leaning against the table with her hands on it and closed eyes.
When she heard the door closing, Gagdara sighed, "We must be patient, brother. Train our army first, create alliances and above all wait for the dragons to grow. We cannot challenge this new enemy unprepared. We don't know him, and apparently he's not as weak and crazy as Viserys."
"I know," he said. "First I want to crush the New Ghis who believes herself to be the heir to the Old Empire. Then we turn to the free cities."
As he approached her, he wrapped his arms around her waist from behind and began to kiss her on the neck, whispering passionate words. And that made her wet between her legs and make them almost lose. She unfolded her dress, and he let it fall to the ground.
With his feet, he spread her legs, and one hand brought it down, on her pussy. Starting to massage her. She moaned as he increased the rhythm of the strokes, and she bit her lips until she almost felt the blood, for the pleasure.
But then he stopped, and Gagdara turned to him in a questioning way.
It was at that moment, when he captured her lips, that she felt his cock enter with a powerful thrust. And he began to give her powerful thrusts, and she cried in pleasure as he held her by the neck with one hand.
But then he pushed her onto the table and grabbing her thighs, he began to increase the rhythm of the thrusts. In out, in out and she screamed his name for pleasure. And he grabbed her by the hair, which almost hurt her, but he was still thrusting. As her tits jumped to at rhythm.
Gagdara felt how her climax was coming, and she could no longer hold back, letting it go. Now she was completely on the table, while he continued to fuck her.
After two powerful thrusts he too was finished, and Gagdara felt his seed deep in her womb. She hoped it would now take root. She was breathless, and he was breathless, but he said, " Little sister, clean my dick."
And she bent down and started licking, sucking and cleaning him. With her tongue swallowing if there was any residue of sperm. Then she got up and adjusting, she said, "Come, brother. I want to take a bath and you'll have to return the favor."
And they left the room.
Highgarden
They had just returned from King's Landing, and now Ollena was in her room. Everything had gone according to their plans. They formed an alliance with the crown and now blood Tyrell, will sit on the Iron Throne, and reign over the seven kingdoms.
Now there was nothing more to do but wait for House Martell's answer, for the marriage between Willas and Arianne Martell. Of course, their families had a bad history, but someone had to take the step forward and make peace, and in this way, they will have a chance to take out the Lannisters. And above all the Great Tywin Lannister, who will soon be surrounded by his enemies.
But Willis was now still in Essos for a special task in her name. Mance didn't know about this plan, and she certainly won't reveal it to him. That imbecile of her son would tell to the first one who passes by, to show himself.
Suddenly, Ollena hears something coming from the hallway, and suddenly a kind of explosion, outside the fortress. Opening it, Ollena saw the chaos in the courtyard, and the soldiers of House Tyrell, fall one by one, and the enemy shouts, "For House Targaryen!" and "Die traitor dogs!"
So the old lords to whom they were loyal, declared war, and she was about to see the end of her House. As she turned around, Ollena saw the door to her room open. Armed men entered, wearing the colors of House Targaryen, the three-headed dragon, and one of the soldiers had in his hand the heads of Garlan, Loras, who has not yet sworn his oath to the Kingsguard, and the heads of Mance.
"So that's how I'm going to die? With the blade of a killer? But I will die happy knowing that my granddaughter will avenge our death."
But the soldier who commanded them, drawing his sword, said, "The Targaryen send their regards." And that was the last thing she heard before she felt the cold blade touching her neck.
Edmund was injured on the ground, bleeding. His men were fighting as much as they could but the enemy numbers were too high. He had been captain of the guard of Highgarden for two years, and now his end had come. He saw the soldiers who had attacked him. They were of the Lords of the Reach, while others wore coats of arms of the Targaryen House.
Suddenly when he heard the horn of retreat, his gaze turned to the Palace, and Edmund saw that it exploded with green fire. And the flames soon caught all of them.