Pale Fire Ch. 10
Holding her son to her breast with one arm, Rose twirled the flint in the other, rage building deep inside her. Closing her eyes, she imagined every possible scenario that would befall The House of Iagan Suplos. Each one bloodier than the last, but it all ended the same, his house, his name, his life would be ripped from the city of Pentos, and given to the horde, to her Khal.
Feeling her son squirm, she placed the flint back into her pocket, smiling down at the now almost 2 month old baby. "Beautiful boy, are you done?" She asked him.
Placing him slightly over her shoulder, she gently patted his back until he finally burped, chuckling at him, Rose placed him down and changed his coverings, "We are heading back to Pentos my son, your father is seeking vengeance against the man that dared attempt to take your life."
Standing up, Rose wrapped him in his blankets and headed out towards the horde, it was time to get riding. While she was grateful to have kept Drogo calm enough to keep the horde from leaving the night that Dani brought the flint to their attention, that was little over two months ago, and only recently in the last two weeks was the horde leaving Lhazareen and making their way towards the port city.
Drogo watched as his wife walked towards their fire, their son in her arms, every day since the fire, she hasn't been out of his sight or the sight of his bloodriders. The whining scared prince of Pentos, Iagan sent an assassin to take his Khaleesi and his son from him.
Downing his drink, he could feel his blood raging, the only way to satisfy the anger that was building was to bring this man to his knees, and kill him brutally, publicly, and without mercy. "We are a few days from Pentos," his eyes falling on Qotho, "I need you to stand with her and protect my family, until his pig is dealt with. She's not to be alone."
Nodding, "On my life, my Khal, I will never leave her side, even if I anger her." Hoping that a little humor would sooth the Khal.
Chuckling a bit, he knew that she was able to take care of herself, but until an example was made, she was to be watched. "Good. Perhaps your intended will occupy her while you watch over her." It pleased him to know that his bloodriders were married or to be married.
Smirking, "My intended seems to enjoy your son, gives me hopes that soon after we are married, her belly will start to swell." His promise to Daenerys was that after the House of Iagan fell, they would marry, and begin their lives together.
Rubbing his beard, he couldn't help but laugh, his sister's belly was starting round with her first child, Irri was showing signs of pregnancy, and soon Dani would be with child, his horde was growing rapidly, it was a great sign from the Great Stallion that his khalasar was thriving and healthy.
"After we leave Pentos, all the Khalasars will be on their way to Vaes Dothrak, the word spread amongst the khalasars about my Khaleesi, riding the Great Stallion and his mate, and her being unburnt in the fire, with our son being born, it is time to become a unified khalasar." His voice holding no room for argument.
Each of the bloodriders shared a look, pleased that it was their Khal their Khaleesi that was bringing the people together.
Rose found herself watching over her son as he slept in the tent, between riding most of the day, and dinner, she was exhausted. Letting herself sink in the bath, she let the day soak off of her. Drinking her stoneseed tea, she cringed at the flavor, while it wasn't the best, it prevented pregnancy, and since there was no condoms, this was what she was working with.
Looking up as her husband entered the tent, she couldn't help but smile at him, placing her finger on her lips, "Your son is finally asleep. Join me." She said, her voice just above a hush.
Smirking at her, Drogo dropped his pants, and walked as quietly as he could towards his wife; slipping into the water, he pulled her onto his lap, "Ready for me so soon?" Worried that he was going to hurt her.
Placing a kiss on his lips, Rose wrapped her arms around his neck, lifting herself just above his cock, letting her body sink down onto him. Gasping as he filled her for the first time in two months, "Always ready for you." She breathed out.
Thrusting himself up to meet her, Drogo gripped her hips tightly, finally at peace for the first time in months. Groaning out, he bit his inner cheek, not wanting to wake his son, "Keep quiet my moon." Holding her hips as he drove upwards, he could see her rolling her eyes back, smirking at the sight.
Rose buried her face into his shoulder, rolling her hips in time with his thrusts, she needed to cum, it was a long 2 months. She could feel her body starting to coil, biting her lip, "Drogo, please." Feeling so close to her release, it was the first one she's had since Rhogoro entered this world.
Wrapping his arms around her body, pulling her down onto his cock, enjoying how her pussy was squeezing him, biting his lip, his eyes falling onto hers as his body succumbed to the pleasure, "Moon of my life." He groaned out as he spilled his seed deep inside of her.
Letting her head fall to his shoulder, Rose let the orgasm roll through her, her body shuttering around his, "I needed you my Khal." Enjoying how her body finally felt relaxed around him.
"And I you, moon of my life." Wrapping his arms around her body, Drogo lifted them out of the tub, and carefully situated them on their furs, tossing another over them, he pulled her closer to his body, "When we ride into Pentos, the horde will surround the city, and we will ride into Iagan's estate, I will bring him to the towns square, let the city see the might of my vengeance."
Rubbing the muscles on his arm, "As much as I want to be the one to take his life, I trust you to make it as painful as humanly possible." Closing her eyes, she let the feeling of his arms pull her into a sleep.
Kissing her head, "This I promise you; I will make his death slow, painful, and the whole of Essos will tremble in fear." Closing his eyes, Drogo pulled her closer to his chest, the need for blood would be quenched within a few days, and as his body relaxed around his wife, the images of this mans death brought him a peace that would have scared most men.
Ciar stared into the bones, almost trembling at the sight before her, turning to her apprentice, "What do you see?" She asked the young woman.
Amet closed her eyes for a moment, trying to center herself for what she was seeing. "Khal Drogo marches his horde towards Pentos, vengeance and blood are what driving him." Tossing more herbs into the fire, "Iagan's House made an attempt on the Khaleesi's life."
Fearing the worst, "What do we do wise one?" Amet asked, her voice trembling.
Slowly standing, "We head to the Head Magistrates home, let him know that war is coming for the House of Suplos." Ciar grabbed a few things, "Get your stuff together girl, and pray, that if the unsullied don't attack the horde, we all can live to see another sunrise."
Picking up her satchel, Amet followed behind her teacher, praying to R'hllor that his choice of Lady Rosalind as his human vessel of vengeance was warranted, because if she was as bloodthirsty as her husband, Pentos would be burned to the ground.
Sitting in his estate, Iagan enjoyed the wine that his slave was pouring for him, "More, slave." He barked at the poor girl. Smirking as she looked terrified. Taking her in, she would be fun to fuck, but first he needed to break her spirit, he hated it when they cried as he was fucking them.
Turning his eyes towards Brune, "Tell me everything again." Wanting to hear how his brilliant plan was executed.
Downing the rest of his wine, Brune started from the beginning of infiltrating the horde, and hiding under their noses, to the moment she went into labor, and he locked her in the burning hut. "It was beautiful my lord, before I made my escape, I could hear her crying out in fear, and labor pains, it would have been music to your ears."
Clapping his hands together like an excited child, "I wish I could have been there, watching the bitch burn." His eyes turning towards the slave that was kneeling on her knees next to him, gently patting her head like a faithful dog, "Do you think the savage king was distraught? Or do you think that he mounted the first whore to get over his wife?" He asked him.
Brune shrugged his shoulders, "I can not answer that, but after watching them together for a couple months, he loved her greatly, so I'm assuming he's drowning himself in fermented mares' milk and whores."
Iagan couldn't help but smile as the thought of such a mighty man brought to his knees by a woman. Moving to stand, "You've done well." Looking down at the woman who was still kneeling at his feet, chuckling as her big brown eyes stared at him waiting for his next command, "Take Brune to his room, pet," his eyes falling onto the man, "Word will soon reach Illyrio, once I see him crumble, then I will reward you with this estate and the slaves within, as I take over his."
Standing, Brune just nodded, "I am thankful my lord." Grabbing his drink he followed behind the girl, wondering when his Lord was going to break her, she was delectable, and he was looking forward to fucking her after his Lord had his fill.
Watching his man head off, Iagan felt that everything that he wanted for himself was starting to fall into place, first he would secure Pentos as Prince Magister, then purchased the army of the unsullied, only to have them turn on their former masters and claim the city of Asatapor as his.
Things were finally starting to go the way he imagined as a child; his ambitions were starting to prove greater than his fathers. Finishing the last of his wine, Iagan headed inside, for the next coming days would be when he would strike to change his position in the land of Essos.
Illyrio looked at the Priestess staring at him, it was clear by their faces that they expected him to have a solution for this immediate problem, but all he wanted to know was if Rose and her son were safe. Shaking his head clear, he turned to his wife who was shaking with the rage, it pleased him to know that his wife felt the same about Rose.
Laelia looked at the women, "Is my niece and nephew safe?" she asked them.
Ciar turned to the lady of the House, giving her a small smile, "Yes my Lady. She and her son are fine and thriving from the attempt." Placing down the glass, she shared a look with her apprentice, it seemed as though she wanted an answer about what the Prince Magister was going to do.
Clearing her throat, "My Lord, what are we to do?" She asked again.
Looking over at Jonah, "Send word immediately to the unsullied that I need them at this estate." Turning his attention to the women, "If they are here, they will be under my command for a short time, I will instruct them to lay down their swords."
Jonah nodded, placing his hand on Mesi, "You are to stay in this house, do you understand?" he asked her.
Touching his hand on her shoulder, she looked up at her intended, "I promise not to leave the estate." Turning to her Lord, "Fear not my Lord, while the Khal is within his rights to level the city, he won't, Lady Rosalind would want her vengeance on the offending party, not the city as a whole."
Illyrio couldn't help but agree, but it was better to air on the side of caution and prevent the Khalasar from being tempted to take the city. "I couldn't agree more, but I'd rather have them here so no further insult to the Khal will happen."
Quickly penning a letter for a the acquisition of the unsullied, he handed it to Jonah, "Be fast my friend," looking at the rest of the servants that were in the house, "We are inviting the unsullied to the Estate, prepare the barracks, at last count there were 200 men, I want them fed and comfortable."
Seeing that they were moving about, he turned his attention to the women, "Say nothing to the council, for they will panic and do something stupid." Grabbing some wine, "Head back to your temple, and pray that our trust in Rose is justified."
Ciar chuckled, "While I'm nervous about the reason for the visit, I have all the faith in the world that R'hllor didn't make a mistake." Standing up, she looked at her apprentice, "You are to stay here, read the signs for the Lord Magister, I will head to the temple to keep the other members of the council calm." Looking over at Illyrio, "Hope to see you at sundown tomorrow." She said to him with a sly smirk.
Amet watched her teacher head back, letting out a deep sigh, she turned to the Lord and Lady, giving them a slight bow, "Where would you like me to sleep for the night?" She asked them.
Laelia looked over at Mesi, "Please set her in the room closest to the garden," standing up, "if you need anything, please call for Mesi." Turning towards her husband, "I am going to ready for bed, tomorrow will be stressful for us all."
Illyrio watched his wife head into their home, she wasn't wrong, tomorrow was going to be hard for everyone that the horde came across, either the Khal was going to make an example on Iagan as a whole or would make Pentos the example to the known world.
With one last look over his estate, Illyrio made his way inside, hoping to wake up to the unsullied on his property, if he could reduce the threat against the Khal, Rose's natural ability to see reason should prevail.
Drogo looked over the outskirts of the city, as he sat on top of his horse, he could see that the khalasar was waiting for their command for attack. While he was ready to level the entire city, he knew that his Moon would be disappointed in how he treated her home, and her family.
His eyes finding her sitting on top of her horse, smirking at the site, her hair was braided, her clothes were that of a traditional Dothraki women would wear, but it was the blue paint that ran across her shoulder, she was ready for war.
"My moon, I promised you that the horde would only secure the city, and would not harm the people of Pentos, but know this, if they attack, my mercy for Pentos and vengeance for Iagan will meld together." His voice holding no room for a misunderstanding.
Rose let out a deep breath, she knew that it was his right as the Khal of the khalasar to release his horde as he sees fit, she just hoped that Ciar would have seen their intentions and warned her uncle. "I understand my sun and stars, but if they do something that stupid, please spare my family." Hoping that he would agree to that.
Rubbing his beard, "I will claim them as mine in the khalasar, anything less would be seen to the Dothraki as weak." As much as he loved her, he couldn't afford for his or any other Khalasar to see him as soft.
While it wasn't the outcome that she would have wanted, it was better than their deaths, and in time she knew that Drogo would release them from their bonds. Sighing in relief, "Your kindness is much appreciated my Khal."
Nodding to his wife, his eyes turned towards the horde, it was time to exact his revenge, "Inside this city is the coward that dared to kill my Khaleesi, and my khalakka Rhogoro." His voice carrying over the khalasar.
Hearing the growls of fury from his people pleased him, "WE ARE TO TAKE THIS CITY, UNLESS THEY ATTACK YOU, OUR ONLY KILL WILL BE FROM THE HOUSE IAGAN, MY KHALEESI WILL LEAD US TOWARDS HIS ESTATE. BY THE TIME THE SUN SETS, THE CITY OF PENTOS, AND LAND OF ESSOS WILL TREMBLE IN FEAR AT THE SOUND OF OUR HOOVES POUNDING ON THE GROUND!" He yelled out.
Rose listen to her husband speak to their people, knowing that it was needed to rally their spirits, from her understanding, it had been almost a year since Drogo's horde was challenged in anyway, they were thirsty for blood. Perhaps after they were done here and after Vaes Dothrak, she would suggest taking the slaved cities one by one, claiming this land for the Dothraki, but that would be for another day.
Hearing the end of his speech, she could feel the vibrations of the horde cheering for their Khal and their Khaleesi, it brought a smile to her face. Knowing that Rhogoro was safely in the rear of the horde with his aunt's, Rose shook of her nerves, and stared at her husband, waiting for him call for war.
Drogo turned his horse to the city, pulling his arakh out of his saddle, "TAKE THIS CITY FOR MY KHALEESI!" Kicking his horse in the flanks, he darted off knowing that his moon and khalasar would be right behind him.
Rose whistled loudly as her husband rode forward first, the reactions to the horses was instant, they all darted forward, screaming out as they picked up speed.
Holding the reigns of her horse, she pulled out her sword, ready to kill anyone who dare opposed her khalasar, because one way or another Iagan would pay dearly for attempting to kill her son.
Jonah stood fast on the city wall, he could hear them, turning his eyes towards the sound, he watched as the khalasar of 40,000 Dothraki broke off and started to surround the city, to say it was an intimidating sight would have been an understatement, but if anyone dared take his Mesi from him, he would wage a war on the person that dared touch his love.
Looking down the line, he could see the few other soldiers ready to launch their arrows into the horde, "DON'T YOU DARE!" He yelled to the line. "The horde wants Iagan for his attack on the Khaleesi, LOWER THE FUCKING GATE, NOW!"
He watched as they debated, swinging his sword he killed the commanding officer, he was useless anyway, "I SAID, LOWER THAT FUCKING GATE!"
Gasping at his raw brutality, the few men that were meant to guard the wall started to lower the gate, and to their surprise watched as Jonah made his way to the gate, and standing directly in front. The whispers started, mostly about his balls and how he was a real man amongst the men of Pentos.
Jonah watched as the Khal barely slowed down, but taking a knee, he waited for the Khal to address him or kill him.
Drogo recognized the man kneeling before him, "Are you not here to wage war?" Curious to see if this was a trick.
Jonah understood some Dothraki, but not enough, his eyes finding the Khaleesi, in the time that she had been with the horde was kind to her, but it was not that same girl that disarmed him the first time they met, sitting on top of her horse was a Queen of the Dothraki. "My Lady, the Priestess warned of your arrival, and why the horde was marching this way, the unsullied are with Illyrio, we wanted to make sure that you could march to Iagan with no opposition." He said, keeping his head low.
Rose looked down at the man that was Illyrio's protector, turning to her husband, she translated what he said, wondering what his response would be to this.
Drogo smirked, witches, while the Dothraki were not fond of their blood magics, in this instance he was happy for their wisdom, he would have hated to hurt his wife by killing everyone in this city if they challenged the horde.
Not taking his eyes off the man, "Moon of my life, tell his man, to gather their leaders, and to wait for us in the town square, they are to witness my might and vengeance, it will serve as an example to anyone that dare harm you or our son."
Smirking at her husband, "My Khal says, to gather all the leaders of Pentos, you are to wait for our return, and you will all bare witness to his might and vengeance."
Jonah nodded, "Your husband's commands will be fulfilled," slowly standing, he looked at the Khal, "May his death be slow." With that Jonah took the remaining men giving them their instructions.
Watching the men run off to do his bidding pleased him greatly, looking over to his bloodriders, "Secure the rest of the city with the khalasar, no harm to anyone."
Qotho, Haggo, and Losho nodded and took off, leading them through the streets.
Looking at his wife, "Lead the way." Knowing that she was more than ready to bring Iagan to justice.
Kicking her horse, she took off towards his estate, her mind racing wondering what he was going to say when he saw her ride up, if he would blame another person for his crimes, or if he would be a man about it.
Iagan was sitting with his feet up, using the slave girl as a footrest, plucking another grape from the bowl that was next to him, he could see that Brune was tormenting one of the stable boys, while it wasn't his favorite pastime, he couldn't help but be amused as he tried to move away from being whipped.
Chuckling as the boy started to cry out, "Brune, leave the slave alone, we have matters to discuss." Snorting as the man hit the boy a final time.
Sauntering to his seat, he looked down at the young woman who was doing her best not to cry, "Don't worry beautiful, when your master has his fun, I'll teach you a lot of new and painful ways I like to fuck." Enjoying how her bronzed skin paled in fear.
Leaning back, Brune looked over at Iagan, "What do you need, my lord?" he asked him.
Popping a couple more grapes into his mouth, "The day after tomorrow we will head to Illryio, by now the word of his nieces death should have finally reached his ears." Unable to keep the stupid grin off his face, "Of course, we'll go under the guise of trying make a deal."
Nodding, "I could just kill him too, without him breathing, who would oppose you?" Brune asked his Lord.
"I would."
Both men turned, Iagan falling off his chair, the other man scrambling to his feet. Both looked as though they saw a ghost.
Rose stared at the woman on the floor, seeing the fear in her eyes, but also the relief. Her eyes finding the men staring at her, all she wanted to do was rip out their throats, but this kill belonged to her husband.
Stepping aside, she watched as they both shrank back in fear at the sight of him. "You remember my husband, Khal Drogo."
Iagan dropped to his knees, his eyes taking in the woman before him, "Please, I don't know what you think, but I would never condone the murder of the Khaleesi. He must have acted alone." His voice trembling.
Brune looked down at the man that was tossing him under the bus, "Fucking cunt." His eyes finding the woman that should be dead, "He wanted you dead because you refused his marriage proposal, couldn't handle it like a man." Perhaps if he appealed to her in a way a servant would, he could escape death.
Rose chuckled, her eyes never leaving their, repeating the words to her husband, she could see Iagan and the other man pale as Drogo growled at them.
Lari carefully got up from the floor, "If I may," she said keeping her eyes on the floor.
Sparing her a quick glance as she bowed before her husband, "Speak."
Swallowing her spit, "For the last few days, they both were bragging about your death, how your husband was drowning his sorrows with drink and whores, and how your uncle was going to crumble at the news of your death."
Inhaling deeply, Rose just nodded, repeating what the girl said to her husband, she waited for him to speak or give instructions to her and their riders.
Drogo could feel his fingers twitching at the thought of killing them both, "Bring them to square. NOW!"
Rakharo and Aggo grabbed the men, tying them up and dragging them to their horses, making sure to gag them as well.
Rose looked at the woman who was still trembling in fear, "You are to come with me." Turning on her heels, Rose jumped on her horse, and helped the woman onto the back, and started off behind her husband, excited to see what sort of punishment her husband was going to hand out.
Illyrio looked around as the horde surround the city, standing in the center of Pentos, the whispers and cries of fear echoed through, everyone was wondering if Khal Drogo was going to execute them all at once.
Looking at the other Lords, he could see that they were looking at him to negotiate their lives from the Khal. Holding his hands up, "When he comes, I will speak to him about what this is about, until then, calm yourselves."
Harold hissed, "Perhaps we wouldn't be standing here if you didn't have the unsullied doing training drills on your property."
Rolling his eyes, "If they would have attacked the horde we would already be dead, I saved your lives." Standing a bit straighter, he could hear the people whispering as the Khal rode through the square. His eyes finding Rose sitting on her horse, painted for war.
Moving towards them, he could see that Iagan and his hand were tied like pigs, bowing his head, "Respect to one that is respectful, Great Khal, honored Khaleesi. I humbly ask what has brought your anger to Pentos."
Jumping off his horse, Drogo moved to stand over Illyrio, "Your Pentoshi prince dared to send an assassin to kill my wife, and son. He will die in front of you all, anyone that dares to speak out against this will die with him." Turning towards the men that were holding them, "HOLD THEM, bring me my blades!" He yelled out.
Illyrio bowed, "If one was so stupid to harm your Khaleesi or son, their deaths will not be contested." Stepping back, he turned to the people seeing that they were all watching. Following behind the Khal, he could see that Iagan and Brune's arms were being tied outwards.
Looking over the people, Illyrio got Rose's nod to address his people. Clearing his throat, he looked over the shocked people of Pentos, "TODAY, THE HORDE CAME TO PENTOS, FOR VENGANCE! HOUSE SUPLOS, SENT AN ASSASSIN TO KILL THE KHALEESI!" Pausing as the sound of the gasps filling the air.
"OUR FREE CITY HAS HAD PEACE WITH THE KHALASAR FOR ALMOST A CENTURY, ANYONE THAT DARES INTERFER WITH THIS WILL BE HANDED TO THE HORDE! LET JUSTICE BE DONE!" He finished.
Looking at Rose, giving her a small smile, he stepped down, and found himself being touched by the people, each one grateful for his friendship with the Horde.
Drogo looked at his wife, "For you, moon of my life." Stepping onto the platform, he looked out to the faces of the city dwellers enjoying their fear, but also their reverence.
"Know this people of Pentos, spread the word unto the land of Essos, if anyone dare challenges my might, or the life of my Khaleesi or son, there is no amount of pain that I will not bring."
Rose translated his words to the people, enjoying how they cringed. Her eyes searching the crowd, find her son being held by Irri, Dani standing fast, and Dali grinning wickedly at the men crying out for mercy. But she knew, mercy was not going to be granted today.
Standing over the men, Drogo focused on the assassin first, his death would be brutal, but he was just doing what his master said. Moving to stand in front of the man, grabbing him by the throat, "You were going to kill my wife, my son."
Shoving one hand into his mouth and the other into his nose, Drogo slowly pulled his jaw down, enjoying how he was struggling to stop him. "You're a weak man." He taunted.
Getting a better grip on his jaw, he looked into the man's eyes, "DIE!" He yelled out. With a burst of strength Drogo yanked off his jaw and tossed it towards the crowd. Stepping back, he leaned down watching the blood spurt out of the gaping hole that was one his face, smirking as he attempted to scream out.
Turning his attention to the man that ordered his wife's murder, "Your death will be far more painful." Standing up, he grabbed his dagger, and slowly slide it down the center of his spine, once he was done, he took the smaller knife and slowly peeled the skin away from his skin, treating the man like he would a deer.
Rose watched as her husband flayed the man alive, not in her wildest imagination did she think that this was how he was going to go about this, but honestly, this was better than anything she could have imagined. Hell, even his screaming brought a smile to her face, but as she looked out into the city, she could see that some of the people were puking their guts out, good, her husband was leaving quite an expression.
For twenty minutes the people watched as Drogo slowly removed bits and pieces of their former prince, each praying that the Khal got out his vengeance and take his horde away from their city.
Carving his chest, Drogo grabbed the hanging flesh and yanked it off, tossing it over to the dogs. Giving himself a quick once over, he could see that he was covered in blood, not that it was bothering him, but it was time to end this, he wanted to take his wife, fuck her senseless and hold his son.
Iagan was beyond crying, pissing, and shitting himself, his remaining eye finding the Khal smiling down on him. Letting his head fall forward, he waited until the Khal put him out of his misery.
"Weak." He gruffed out. Taking his knife, he carved through the muscle surround the man's heart, seeing the organ beat, Drogo drove his hand into his chest, wrapping his giant hand around the organ, squeezing it, he was able to pull another anguished cry from the man.
Pulling hard, Drogo yanked it out of his chest, letting his eyes fall to Iagan's enjoying seeing the life leave his eyes. Standing tall he held the heart high above his head, the blood oozing down his forearm, "FOR MY KHALEESI!" He yelled out.
His Khalasar started chanting his name, pleased with the level of violence their Khal displayed towards the city dweller that dared to hurt their Khaleesi.
Illyrio watched in pleased fascination as the Khal lifted his wife in his arms, holding her on his shoulders, it was a clear display to anyone that had eyes, that there wasn't anything he wouldn't do to protect his love, or his khalasar.
Catching the eyes of Ciar and her apprentice he could see their faces, and just like him, it reflected their approval.
R'hllor watched as the city of Pentos bent the knee to the Khal and his Khaleesi, smirking down, he knew that Rose would be the driving force and guide for her husband, she truly was the perfect vessel for his might. Soon the false King of Westeros will feel their might, and if he was right, the Houses of Westeros were going to brought to their knees.