The Blue Wolf

by choejhulkp9

What if? What if events before Robert's Rebellion and the end of the Targaryen line occurred differently? What if Lyanna Stark did have some feelings for Robert and it led to them laying together before she met Rhaegar? What if she was pregnant when they went to the Tower of Joy in Dorne? These small changes have large repercussions. The Blue Wolf is born and he will Howl with Fury

5. A path forward

Here is chapter 5 of the Blue Wolf. Astapor is safe and sound from the Dothraki whose remaining riders have sworn to follow William the Conqueror. Because of his actions, Astapor has grown stronger, wealthier and the past of its slave history dwindles away more and more as the days pass. It won't be long before he sets his sights on the next city, Yunkai but he still has much to do before he's ready to leave. Enjoy!

The right path forward

295 AC: King's Landing

The sun shined down on the capital of the Seven Kingdoms that was lit with activity. The city that once smelled of piss and shit…still had a tiny smell of piss and shit. Granted, it wasn't as bad as it was years ago thanks to Prince William Baratheon and his job in creating new pipes and making a cleaner city, but a faint smell still lingered. Hope would be that it would eventually fade away.

King Robert Baratheon was in his chambers at the Red Keep, sipping red wine from a cup under the watchful eye of Ser Barristan Selmy, lord commander of the Kingsguard. The once fabled demon of the trident had seen better days as his strong muscular Baratheon build gave way to a bulging belly of wine and food.

"Egh…boredom." Robert said to himself, finishing his cup of wine so his squire Lancel Lannnister filled it up. "That's the thing they don't warn you about during times of peace…the boredom."

"If we were in times of war, I'm sure people would wish for the boredom." Barristan said.

"It's simple during times of war. You kill your enemy. Now, I deal with grovelers, sycophants, and spineless cowards." Robert replied. "William was right to leave. Gods, I wish I could have gone with him."

"If you had left, I'm sure he'd be here complaining like you are." Barristan joked which made Robert laugh.

"Ah…if he was here, I'd just hand him the throne now and be done with it." Robert told him which was a bit of a surprise to hear. "I'd give him the crown, get on a ship, crack skulls and fuck whores until I die. The second that boy does get back I'll be ready to give him the crown."

"Are you sure about that, my love?" They heard as Cersei walked in.

"Your grace." Ser Barristan bowed his head as the Queen entered.

"How is it not? William is a good boy. He's a fierce fighter, led men into battle when he was just ten and he was running the city before he left for his trip. The kingdoms will be better with him on the throne." Robert told her.

Cersei did her best to hide her physical reaction to all of that and put on her best face. "What kind of good king abandons his subjects for a life of pleasure in Slaver's Bay? Not the kind that would be a good king, not like Joffrey."

"If you think that boy is ready to be king then you're even stupider than I thought." Robert remarked causing Cersei to glare at him.

"And with all due respect, my Queen, the prince is in Slaver's Bay to free slaves and help them. According to his last raven, he was doing just that." Barristan corrected her.

"Still, if Prince William does return to the Seven Kingdoms it doesn't mean he'll be ready for the throne." Cersei said, trying to work her machinations. "The prince will return after a long time away. Even if he remembers his home and what is expected of him does not mean his temperament will be what's best for the crown."

"The Queen's point does have some merit, your grace. I know the prince may be ready but perhaps when he returns, some time for him to settle would be warranted." Ser Barristan suggested. He knew the prince would be a great king. He has been watching over him for most of his entire life and knew he would be a good one but when he returns, some time to re-adjust might be necessary. "And finding the prince a bride is also something to consider."

"Very well." Robert replied when there was a knock on the door. Lancel walked over and it was Jon Arryn, Hand of the King.

"Forgive the interruption, your grace but another raven from Astapor." Arryn announced, handing it over to Robert.

"Has something happened?" Ser Barristan asked while Cersei was inwardly hoping it was news of the prince's death.

"The prince sent word of his progress in the city. Astapor is well on its way to becoming a fine gem city. A small chest is on its way here as we speak. There was some trouble of a Dothraki horde attacking the city, but the prince is fine." Lord Arryn told them.

"Dothraki horde?" Robert opened up the scroll to read for himself.

"What happened?" Cersei asked.

"Apparently the Khalasar of Khal Moro charged at the city in demands for payment of slaves, but the prince refused and led the charge against twenty thousand." Lord Arryn explained as Robert and Ser Barristan were shocked. "The prince broke the army, killed the Khal and sixteen thousand Dothraki before the rest surrendered. The remaining three thousand are now sworn to the prince."

"HA! That's my boy! He broke the Dothraki savages as I would have. Gods, I wish I could have seen it for myself." Robert said, chugging his glass of wine.

"Word has already begun to spread throughout the Seven Kingdoms." Jon Arryn added.

"Excuse me, my lords." Cersei left for her room where she drowned her sorrows in wine. She looked out her balcony to the city when her brother walked in.

"What's got you in such a mood? Robert fuck a whore in front of you?" Jaime joked.

"The bastard yet lives." Cersei told him. "Eight mercenaries, an assassin and even a Dothraki horde and yet the boy still lives."

"Hmm, interesting. I'll give the boy one thing, he's too stubborn to die." Jaime joked.

"This isn't the time for your jokes. With the prince in Essos, it's the perfect time for him to die before he comes back." She told him.

"You've tried that twice now and it hasn't worked." He pointed out.

"Then I'll try again and again until that boy is dead. I won't have another woman's bastard stand in the way of our family." She promised, remembering the prophecy from Maggy the Frog.

You will wed the King and be the queen…for a time. But the King's eldest son shall cast you down and take all you hold dear. The spawn of the stag king of the forest and the she-wolf of the north shall kill the False lion cub, tame the old lion, befriend the little brothers, and be the bane of the gold lioness that leads to her fall.

Winterfell

Up in the north, the Stark family of Winterfell were going about their days like any other. The breeze carried by the winds that rustled the leaves and shifted the grass did little to indicate the cool breeze that would easily fool anyone who wasn't from the north that it was winter. Even in the dead of summer, the north was cold and even was subjected to summer snows but fortunately they hadn't had any yet.

Winterfell was the ancestral castle and seat of power of House Stark built during the age of heroes by Brandon the Builder. It housed stewards, guards, a blacksmith, servants, a Maester and even a Septa for the small sept. Winterfell and the adorning Winter Town are often alive with activity during the summer months while mostly deserted during the winter.

Eddard Ned Stark was in the Great Keep of the castle with his family. They were in the dining hall, enjoying their afternoon meal. Ned was watching his children at the table enjoying their meal and smiled at the times of peace. Robb was helping Bran, his youngest son with his food while Arya was annoying Sansa before flinging a piece of bread at her face which made them all laugh. Ned glanced over Jon Snow, his bastard son who wasn't really his bastard son but his nephew. He smiled, seeing him alive and well. Despite being a bastard, he was thriving in Winterfell and treated like family by his siblings. He just wished the same could be said for Catelyn.

Maester Luwin walked into the room with a shuffle and a raven's scroll in his hand. "Maester Luwin." Ned greeted him and the old Maester greeted him back.

"Lord Stark. Forgive the interruption during your meal but a raven just arrived for you. From Astapor, bearing the mark of the stag and the wolf." Luwin handed him the scroll before leaving. Ned looked and saw the waxed seal split down the middle with the sigil of both House Baratheon and Stark.

"Astapor?" Robb asked. Ned looked and saw he had the attention of his children.

"It's from your cousin, William." Ned told them. "He left for Astapor after his trip to the Summer Isles. The last I heard he was working to end slavery there. Lord Umber and Lord Karstark's sons are with him."

"We've never met him." Arya said, eating a boiled potato with a fork. She was referring to herself and Bran.

"He was busy before he even left for his trip." Ned opened the scroll and began reading it.

"Is everything all right, father?" Sansa asked.

"Yes, everything's fine. Your cousin is alive and well…although things in Astapor have been…eventful to say the least." Ned told them. "It says here that he wishes you all the best and that you all stay as healthy as can be. Work in Astapor is difficult but engaging and he just defended the city from a Dothraki attack."

"He did. How did he do that?" Arya asked, excited for a story.

"He doesn't say. But the Dothraki were stopped and the city and his men remain safe. He also says that he wishes me the best of luck in the plans that Lord Glover will deliver." Ned read, confused at what that meant as Maester Luwin walked back in.

"Lord Stark, Galbert Glover is here to see you on message from your nephew the prince. And he has a cart along with him." Luwin told him. Ned was intrigued now. What did his nephew send him?

Casterly Rock

The great lion of Casterly Rock, Tywin Lannister was busy in his solar going over various scrolls and papers of importance. One of the most powerful men in the Seven Kingdoms who was hand of the King to Aerys Targaryen for twenty years, led the massacre of King's Landing and helped end the Targaryen Dynasty was back in his homeland as Warden of the West. Normally you'd think that being warden of your homeland and region would be the greatest honor, but the old patriarch didn't feel that. He was Hand of the King for twenty years so being back at Casterly Rock was a bit of an insult. He respected Lord Arryn as any man would. His reputation and experience were something that even he would respect but felt that Robert only made him his Hand because of their past together. Still, his daughter Cersei married Robert and gave him three grandchildren, yet none would sit on the Iron Throne because of Robert's eldest, William, the son of Robert and Lyanna Stark.

Tywin wasn't entirely sure how to feel about the boy. A part of him respected his keen mind, strategic thinking and if his tales on the battlefield are anything to be believed than he is Robert's son. And yet, part of him despises the fact that he even draws breath as he is a constant reminder that his blood line will never inherit the throne. Joffrey, Tommen and Myrcella would never hold the same prominence in King's Landing and unless the boy died prematurely, when he becomes King that's it for Cersei as well. Tywin was kicking himself that he didn't have a stipulation when Robert agreed to marry Cersei that the boy wouldn't be named heir but it's too late to change now. And if the words spread among the people are any indication, Cersei and her children haven't been shown the same love by the common people or Robert so there was no chance of him abdicating the throne to them. The one constant thought that never seemed to leave his head is what to do about the prince. Befriend the prince and try to get on his side…or figure out a way to remove him?

Tywin's thoughts were interrupted when there was a knock on the door. "Come in."

The door opened and a servant walked in with a letter and a small box. "Forgive the interruption, my lord Tywin but this just arrived for you. A letter and box from Astapor bearing the sigil of House Baratheon and Stark."

Tywin took the note and saw the unique split sigil on the waxed seal. He opened the letter and began reading it and it was from the prince in Astapor.

Lord Tywin

I will keep this letter short and to the point. I've sent along something that belongs to your house. The story of how I came across it would take more than this letter could hold so should we see one another in person in the future than I would happily tell you how but for now, please accept it. Despite the unwelcoming and utterly hostile treatment your daughter has given me in King's Landing, I don't believe the actions of one should influence another. Please accept this gift as my token of respect to your house.

William Baratheon

Tywin put the letter down and had his servant open the box to reveal what was inside. A part of him was skeptical but the prince's letter didn't indicate a threat but more of a token of respect. Once the lid was removed, Tywin was a little speechless at what he found. It was a golden crown, bejeweled with expensive and rare gems with etchings and carvings of fierce gold and red lions. Inside the box was another note that read, the gold crown of King Tommen Lannister the Second, King of the Rock. Found in Old Valyria.

Tywin picked up the crown and marveled at its beauty. Perhaps the young prince was more than meets the eye. And he began to get an idea to bridge the gap between the two using someone who was already familiar with the prince.

Highgarden

The marvelous and beautiful plains of the Reach were plentiful with green grass and lush soil making it the greenest part of the Seven Kingdoms and where a lot of food was grown. It made the Reach a very profitable region and the current wardens of the South were House Tyrell. The Golden roses of House Tyrell ruled over the reach after end of House Gardner and have been a very profitable and influential family. Currently as well given Renly Baratheon's love for the region, or more accurately Loras Tyrell.

At the ancient castle of Highgarden, Lady Olena Redwyne, now Tyrell was watching over her grandchildren enjoy the gardens and sun. The eldest, Willas was reading a book while his younger brother Garlan sparred with trainers. Loras was in King's Landing with Renly Baratheon. Margaery watched her brothers spar while she gossiped and chatted with her handmaidens and other ladies of the court. However, an oaf her son turned out to be, her grandchildren were a different story. Willas was the eldest and heir and despite his crippled leg, he made up for it with his mind. He had the potential to be an excellent heir provided he didn't listen to his fathead father. Garlan the Gallant as he was called, a tall and strong young man along with being a skilled fighter. He could be a famous knight if he sought out such titles but was content to prepare himself for actual combat.

Loras on the other hand was the opposite, seeking glory and adulation of the crowd while he fought. Despite his younger age, he had already squired for Renly Baratheon and received his knighthood when he was fifteen though she could guess why Renly decided to grant him a knighthood. He was prim, proper, and every bit the Knight of Flowers he set himself out to be. Margaery, now that girl she could be proud of. Lady Olena sought to protect Margaery the day she was born and took her under her wing as a protégé of sorts. She was becoming as smart and witty as her grandmother and with enough time would be capable of protecting herself from any who might try to use or harm her. She was beautiful, smart, and kind. The smallfolk of the Reach loved her, and she loved them. She would be a fine queen…if only she and the prince could actually talk but since he was on another continent that would have to wait. And she wasn't about to have her granddaughter travel across the Narrow Sea and all of Essos to go meet the prince. It was too risky.

She was brought out of her thoughts when she saw several carts of goods heading down the road via armored escort. They were heading to the Oldtown where they would board ships and sail for Astapor. The Prince had arranged various trade negotiations that were doing quite well. She would admit this: the prince was well on his way to earning her respect but perhaps there was something else that could be done. If the Prince saw himself as a conqueror, then perhaps a few additional men would help. Men who could help her get to know the prince which in turn would help her formulate her plan.

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Astapor, Slaver's Bay

Flap…flap…flap…[CAW]. The slight breeze from the east did little to stagger him as he floated through the air. The expanding sand to one side and the overwhelming ocean to the other. He changed direction and began heading east, flying towards the close fields and mountain ranges. The expanding farms and livestock ranges were below him along with the stream that seemed to stretch through the mountain. He flew down to the ground and saw several fish jumping up from the water to head upstream to spawn. A flap of winds put him into a nose dive and grabbed a fish as it jumped through the air. The fish flopped around to try and get free, but the small droplets of bloods indicated that it didn't work. The fish landed in the sand by the stream and was being enjoyed as a nice fine meal. The glint of the water provided the perfect reflection to reveal Will…but instead saw the face of Orys.

[Gasp!] Will shot up awake from his nap in a fright from his dream. He took a few deep breaths and checked his surroundings to see he was underneath a large tree which was providing shade with a small pit of fire nearby and a roasted fist on a stick. He saw his journal was beside him and remembered what happened. He had sought out to do some hunting and training with Orys and rested underneath the tree for shade. He must have fallen asleep.

"Are you all right, Will?" Ser Arthur asked, laying down on the ground a few feet away with Dawn right beside him.

"Yeah." Will rubbed his eyes and shook his head free of those dreams. "Just an odd dream."

"I've had those." Ser Arthur replied, laying his head back against his jacket and enjoying the peace and quiet. Being sworn shield to William has led to intense and crazy moments but plenty of these peaceful moments as well. "How long do you reckon we can relax like this?"

"Honestly I'm surprised we haven't been called back sooner. Guess the council is really starting to get along without me there." Will commented, opening his journal and taking out a quill and ink to jot down some of his thoughts. He looked behind him and saw Hercules, his men, his brothers, and Missandei lying about themselves in the sun, relaxing and enjoying the little bit of peace they had. "These moments are nice and are a good indicator of our progress here."

"Your progress, William. Everything that's happened here has been by your hand." Arthur reminded him as they heard a caw and Orys flew back over with his dead fish and began eating it.

"Of course," Will would have continued but was distracted by seeing Orys pick at the fish's carcass…the exact same one he saw from his dream. "Anyway. It won't be long before we pack up and head to Yunkai."

"Let me know when we're ready." Arthur told him, laying back and enjoying the peace.

It had been nearly three weeks since the Dothraki attack on Astapor that led to the massacre outside the gates of the city. The sand in front of the city became known as the Red Sand in reverence to the slaughter the Dothraki faced when they marched and the battle itself was being named the battle of tonitrua, or battle of thunder in the common tongue for the sound made by the black powder that crippled the Dothraki. Tales had spread from the citizens of Astapor who told traders, sailors, and captains about the battle of thunder and the might of William the Conqueror and any who try to take him on in battle. Honestly, Will felt all of that was unnecessary.

The remaining three thousand Dothraki that pledged themselves to him were a bit…abrasive to say the least but considering they cut off their braids in front of him they were as loyal to him as they were to their previous Khal. The remaining thousand riders left to take Moro's khaleesi to Vaes Dothrak and join other Khal hordes or start their own. Once they buried the dead, Will immediately met with the Dothraki and lad down the rules they needed to follow. If they were going to join him, then some of their eccentricities would need to adapt. No raiding, raping, or killing without his permission. That wasn't a popular decision with them, but he said they were more than free to leave and join other khalasars.

They took some time to think it over but all of them had cut their braids off for him, so they were staying along with their small entourages of wives, women and children. Will had his own small Khalasar. The large collection of horses was grazing and galloping in the plains and sands while the Dothraki themselves had already built their small encampment of tents and such. They didn't feel comfortable in the walled city and many of the citizens voiced concern about them staying since they had only just tried to take the city, but things had been…amicable for the moment. With the Dothraki staying, he began instructed them in learning Valyrian along with the Common Tongue as it would help in the future. Some managed to learn quicker than others but they'd get the hang of it. Having a Dothraki cavalry force wouldn't do him good if only a few people could speak to them.

His attention was soon drawn to the sound of a horse that was getting restless. Will put his journal down and walked over to see several Dothraki men trying to get the horse to calm down or at least mounted.

"What's wrong?" Will asked in Dothraki.

"Sorry, Khal Will but the brown Arabian has been very unyielding since his previous rider perished." A Dothraki told him as they watched a large brown Arabian Stallion neigh and rear on his hind legs while pawing his front ones in a very agitated manner. It had a rope around its mouth as several riders tried to get it to calm down and prevent it from galloping away and hurting someone. One Dothraki managed to get on while the others kept it busy, but it quickly began bucking in a very violent manner. The rider did his best to stay on but lost his balance and flew off.

Will rushed over to help him onto his feet. He was lucky enough to not break anything. "Get extra rope ready." Will told them before making his way over to the horse slowly. It reared and neighed loudly, stomping and sending dust and sand into the air. He walked forward slowly and calmly, holding his hands out to the side and getting down low to show he wasn't going to hurt it. The horse continued to buck at him and neigh. "Hand me an apple."

One of the Dothraki tossed him one and he slowly walked forward, holding it out to the horse who focused on that. He inched slowly and carefully so he didn't spook it as the horse seemed to be focused on the apple and calmed down a bit. Once he was close enough the horse began eating the apple and its mood seemed to calm down. With the horse calmed down, he slowly and carefully slid his hand over his muzzle and forehead in a calming motion. The horse seemed to calm down but whether it was from the apple or Will's touch is up to debate. "Easy, boy. Calm down. No one's gonna hurt you." He whispered in a gentle and calm tone. "What's his name?"

"Dorchheir, Khal Will."

"Interesting name." Will commented as Dorchheir was the Dothraki word for an insect. A roach, if his translation was right. "Roach…interesting name for an interesting horse." Roach snorted and stomped one of his hooves a bit but seemed much calmer. "Easy, Roach. No one's gonna hurt you. I'm sorry your rider is dead."

Will pat him on the side before jumping onto his back and patting him some more on the shoulder and crest to keep him calm. "Come on, let's get you with the others."

[PANICKED HORSE NEIGH] Unfortunately for Will that was the wrong thing to say as Roach immediately reared back onto his hind legs and neighed loudly before galloping off extremely fast.

"FUCK!" Will grabbed onto the rope and tightened his hold on the horse so he didn't fall off. Roach took off immediately and raced towards the city. Ser Arthur and the others saw the prince take off on a runaway horse.

"Damn. So much for the time off." Hercules commented as the others quickly chased after him.

"WHOA! SLOW DOWN! DORCHHEIR! STOP!" Will shouted as the horse galloped through the city gate and into the city where passersby and pedestrians quickly moved out of the way to avoid being trampled over. "SORRY!"

He noted they were heading towards the market and more populated places of the city where a lot of people would be, so he used the rope to steer Roach left and head down to the docks. "ROACH! STOP! FUCKING HORSE!" Will pulled on the rope but the horse was either determined or stupid and kept going. Thank the old gods and new that no one was hurt but the horse needed to stop soon or else that wouldn't be the case for much longer. A goat pulled cart was moving across the street so Will tried to steer Roach out of the way only for the horse to keep moving forward and jump over the cart. "SORRY! DAMMIT ROACH! STOP, YOU STUPID FUCKING HORSE!"

Roach's huff and snort was his response to that insult and kept moving. They eventually neared the docks as sailors, merchants, and consumers moved out of the way to avoid being trampled. "ROACH STOP! THE WATER!" Will's warning fell on deaf ears as the horse kept on racing and made it onto one of the piers. Sailors, traders, and passengers quickly moved out of the way as Roach kept on moving down towards the end of the pier. "STOP!"

Roach finally skid to a stop just before he reached the end of the pier which saved him, but Will wasn't as lucky. The force sent him flying off Roach's back and into the water with a big splash that was honestly kind of funny. He resurfaced in the bay to see Roach on the pier neighing like he was laughing along with several bystanders.

"Funny. Very funny, you stupid horse." Will swam over and climbed onto the pier, shaking his hair and wringing his shirt of water.

"Enjoy your little dip in the water, your grace?" Will heard and looked to see Mr. Gibbs on the deck of the Black Pearl.

"Very much so, Mr. Gibbs." He joked. "How was your trip back from Westeros?"

"Very interesting. We've got a few new passengers. One of whom you're familiar with already." Mr. Gibbs said as Tyrion Lannister walked down the ramp with several Lannister soldiers followed by a young man in green and silver armor with a sigil of two golden roses on a field of green along with a company of Tyrell soldiers with him.

"Your grace. Enjoy your swim?" Tyrion asked as Will took off his boot to get the water out.

"Very much so." Will replied as he looked at the young man in the silver and green armor. He was older than Will by maybe two or three summers and was tall and properly built out indicating he trained regularly like a warrior. Will didn't recognize him but judging by the two golden roses on his armor and the Tyrell gold rose on the armor of the soldiers accompanying him, he guessed he was a member of House Tyrell. "Forgive me, I'm afraid I don't know who you are."

"Garlan of House Tyrell, your grace. Second son of Lord Mace Tyrell, Warden of the South." Garlan introduced himself. (1)

"Pleasure to meet you, Garlan. Forgive my appearance but I had an unfortunate incident with an unruly horse." Will explained only for Roach to nudge him from behind. The horse let out a snort and moved his head close by. Guess he was ok with Will. "I wasn't expecting either of you in Astapor but it's a welcome surprise."

The sound of hooves closed in as Ser Arthur and the others arrived to see their prince and newest arrivals. "I'm guessing we didn't get here in time."

"No, you didn't. Ser Arthur, escort them to the city council palace. I'll join you after I get a change of clothes." Will said.

"Of course, your grace." Ser Arthur led them from the docks and through the city.

"Mr. Gibbs, when you're settled let's meet as well. I could do with a progress report."

"Whenever you're ready, your grace." Mr. Gibbs replied.

Roach let out a snort and nudged Will affectionately. "Come on, Roach." Will led him off the pier and back into the city. Guess he had a new horse. An unruly and fast horse but there was something special about Roach.

Will went to his room in the Astaporian City Council palace to get dried off and into some new clothes. He tightened the knot on his white tunic before putting a spare jacket on. His regular one with the mask and hood would have to be dried off before he could wear it again. A knock was heard at his door before Missandei walked in, wearing a white and blue dress with a white and blue cape/shawl.

"Your grace, your guests are waiting in the main meeting room." She told him.

"Thank you, Missandei and remember you can call me Will in private." He reminded her for the tenth time.

"Of course, Will." Missandei smiled and he smiled back. He grabbed his belt with Storm's Wrath and tied it around his waist, making sure it was fastened before he and Missandei made their way through the palace. Various workers were busy at their tasks whether it was helping to file paperwork or assisting the councilmembers with whatever tasks that needed doing. Astapor had really come a long way since he arrived.

He walked into one of the meeting rooms where Lord Tyrion and his party were waiting. It was Lord Tyrion and four Lannister guardsmen waiting for them under the watchful eye of Ser Arthur, Hercules, Grey Worm, and Lord Dondarrion. "Apologies for the wait. I hope you didn't want too long."

"It's quite all right. After that little unfortunate tumble into the water it was necessary. It's good to see you again, my prince." Tyrion smiled before looking at Missandei. "It seems you have some new compatriots since the last we met."

"Yes. This is Grey Worm, commander of the Unsullied Legion and this is Missandei, my personal handmaiden, translator and advisor. Missandei, Grey Worm, this is Tyrion of House Lannister. He accompanied me on my journey to the Summer Isles a year ago before heading back home to Westeros. I figured that was the end of your takes on adventure, so you'll find me a little surprised to see you here." Will noted.

"And I'll admit that this journey wasn't entirely my choice. While the thought of visiting new places was enticing, part of the reason for my arrival here has to do with my father. He gives his thanks for the gift you sent." Tyrion said and Will nodded his head in respect.

"Gift?" Lord Dondarrion asked.

"The golden crown of King Tommen of the Rock that we recovered during our small excursion into Old Valyria. I sent it to him…out of a general respect, if anything." Will explained.

"And my father thanks you for the gift. Many would not have done what you did and kept it for themselves." Tyrion pointed out.

"True but I had no desire for the crown. Besides, I figured I owed him that much." Will unsheathed part of Storm's Wrath to show it was made of Valyrian steel. "I found Valyrian steel there as well and had it reformed into my own swords. To the explorer go the spoils."

"Fair enough. I imagine my father would have done the same in your position. Still, as gratitude for your gift and to help alleviate all ill-intentions you've received from my sister during the years, I've been sent here to assist you in your endeavor. In the name of Tywin of House Lannister, any and all assistance we can provide for your conquest shall be made available." Tyrion promised him before handing him a scroll. Will opened it and it was a message from Tywin essentially saying the same thing Tyrion did. He figured it was a way for Tywin to ingratiate himself to the prince and future king. That or maybe have one of his Lannister guard secretly assassinate him.

"I'm in no need for your assistance at the moment but I won't say no to another traveling companion." Will replied.

"Fair enough. We had such fun last time. I wager this one will be a little more exciting." Tyrion commented.

"Lord Dondarrion, please find rooms for our guests and get them comfortable." Will told him.

"Yes, your grace." Lord Dondarrion escorted Tyrion and his guard to the door.

"And Tyrion, one last thing. Tell your men to watch themselves. You are guests in this city and while I've been doing all I can to help them, don't presume to think that I command them like in Westeros. If they or you find themselves on the wrong end of the law here, then it's their laws you'll be facing. They're no longer the golden lions of Westeros. Here, that attitude will get them killed…likely by me." Will warned him and Tyrion understood it perfectly.

"Of course, your grace." Tyrion understood completely…his men on the other hand were another story. Time would tell if they would fall in line. Lord Dondarrion led them out of the room which allowed the rest to speak freely.

"You sure it's a good idea to have him here?" Hercules asked.

"Tyrion is fine. Those others are the problem. Part of me believes Tywin is genuine but another is ready for the alternative. Keep an eye on them." Will noted and Hercules nodded. "Now time to meet our other guest."

They walked into the adjacent room where Garlan Tyrell and his guard were patiently waiting. "Your grace." Garlan and the others stood up and bowed their heads.

"Please, there's no need for that here. We're not in Westeros. It's a pleasure to meet you Garlan. I've heard good things about you and your family. What brings you all the way to Astapor? If you're here to discuss adjustments to the trade deals with your family holdings, then I can direct you to the Astaporian City Council. They are the power in the city and deliberate trade negotiations." Will explained.

"While my Grandmother informed me that I should meet with them to discuss the trade deals, that is only part of the reason for my visit." Garlan informed him. "Word of your adventures in Slaver's Bay has reached the ears of all the people of Westeros. Songs are being sung of your heroics."

"Well I have that to look forward to." Will muttered under his breath. "But that doesn't explain why you've come here?"

"My father felt that given your endeavor and recent battles you've found yourself undertaking that House Tyrell would do its part to support its crowned prince." Garlan unsheathed his sword and laid it across the ground before taking a knee and bowing his head. "I, Garlan of House Tyrell do swear myself and my men into your servitude."

"Rise, Garlan of House Tyrell and know that you are your men are under my protection while we undertake this endeavor. I shall ask you to do no service that might bring you dishonor or I would not do myself. I swear it by the old gods and the new." Will swore, holding his hand out. Garlan hesitated a bit, not expecting the handshake before shaking back. "Cedric will arrange the housing for you and your companions and will inform you of the situation here."

"Yes, your grace." Garlan replied as Cedric led Garlan Tyrell and his men away.

"Well, wasn't expecting that today." Ser Arthur commented.

"So, is he going to be an issue too?" Hercules asked.

"I don't think so. If anything, I think Olena Tyrell wants to stay on my good side. This is probably her first step." Will pointed out.

"Fair point. Though if what Garlan says is true then something tells me we might be getting more and more young men joining us to find their worth and ingratiate themselves under your command." Ser Arthur joked.

"Yeah, that'll be fun. Anyway, we'll deal with that situation when it arrives. In the meantime, I want to talk to Mr. Gibbs and see what he has to say." Will said as they made their way to another room where Mr. Gibbs was waiting for them. He was sitting at a table, munching on some cheese and wine. "Sorry for the wait, Master Gibbs. I had some unexpected meetings."

"That's quite all right, my prince. I understand. Though I hope it left you in somewhat of a good mood because the news I have isn't that good." Mr. Gibbs said.

"What's happened?" Ser Arthur asked.

"Attacks on our way back. From both pirates and ships from Volantis. More of those ships are starting to plague the waters." Mr. Gibbs explained as Will sighed.

"I was afraid of this." Will said. "While the masters of Astapor were horrible people they could at least control the surrounding area from pirates. And because of their shared interests, all the slave cities essentially protected one another."

"Added in the fact that there was no one crazy enough to try and take over a city or mess with the masters." Hercules pointed out.

"Touché." Will replied.

"We had a tussle with several pirate ships but those black powder armaments you made more then tipped the fight in our favor. After we took out a few ships the rest made a run for it." Mr. Gibbs told them. "Things went well for this trip, but something tells me they'll be a constant thorn in our side."

"You're right. We need to safeguard the water around Astapor if fruitful trade is going to continue. Not only that but as protection against the other slave cities if they attempt a blockade." Will said as he began thinking of what to do.

"What are you thinking, my prince?" Missandei asked.

"That we'll need help. I have some general ideas, but I'll need to discuss this with the Council as this is a matter they should have a say in. Mr. Gibbs, if you wouldn't mind would you accompany me to the council chamber?" Will asked.

"Of course, my prince." Mr. Gibbs replied as they all made their way to the council room where the Astaporian council was situated.

"Good afternoon." Will greeted them and they all greeted back.

"Good afternoon."

"Good afternoon, Prince William. I heard you had a little incident at the docks." Councilwoman Quasa said as many of them chuckled.

"Yes, I did. Though I wasn't excepting it, it was quite enjoyable. Perhaps I've discovered a new leisure activity or a new fun ride for the children." Will joked causing them to laugh. "Anyway, Mr. Gibbs has returned from his trip with some important information. Shall we begin the meeting?"

"Yes, let us start." Councilmen Raxa said as they began to discuss their next set of plans.

The news Mr. Gibbs reported to Will and the Astaporian Council was a matter that needed to be addressed. Their waters needed to safe considering the flourishing trade with cities and lands both to the east and the west and if they couldn't protect their own trade ships or keep incoming trade ships safe then it wouldn't bode well. Will's four swan ships were ok for now, but they needed more so the council put in a request to the Arsenal of Braavos for an order of war galleys. Will also sent word and payment to Prince Jalabhar in the Summer Isles for more Swan Ships to be constructed and sent to Astapor as soon as possible. Until that time, Will sent word to his Uncle Stannis and requested that any free Royal war galleys or Westerosi ships be sent to help safeguard the trade routes.

That wasn't exactly as smooth as he would have liked. Stannis obeyed the order and had Ser Davos in command of the ships but put it plainly that he felt the Prince was wasting his time in Slaver's Bay. Stannis felt that as prince of the Seven Kingdoms, he should be in the Seven Kingdoms. His uncle's mood clearly didn't get better with age or with his ancestral seat of Storm's End returned to him, but he could understand his reasoning. Still, Stannis obliged with the Prince's request until their order of ships came through but reminded his nephew that a well prepared and fortified city could only do so much alone.

That last piece of an advice was a sticking point for Will because his uncle was right. No matter what he did and everything he changed, he needed allies to make sure all the work he was doing didn't come undone.

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It had been a full moon cycle since that meeting and things managed to work out. The Westeros ships had protected Astapor waters and the mouth of Slaver's bay which kept pirates and any other enemies at bay. Every now and then a brave or idiotic pirate tried something but that didn't end well for them. It ended with a lot of pirates being thrown into the water and their ships being taken from them and being retrofitted to serve under Mr. Gibbs. But eventually the 12 war galleys they ordered from the Arsenal of Braavos arrived which the Astaporian Council began outfitting them with black powder weapons and flags of the free city of Astapor which was of the old Ghiscari harpy but was now designed with broken chains in its talons to represent the end of slavery and a small seven pointed star behind a weirwood tree in the corner to represent it as a protectorate of Prince William Baratheon of Westeros.

That was the biggest decision Will made recently regards his actions in Slaver's bay. Will announced to the council that Astapor was a protectorate under his safeguard and protection. This meant that the Astaporian Council still ruled but could call on Will for any aide they needed as well as protection. And if Astapor was attacked by any of other slave cities or another Dothraki horde then he would do everything in his power to protect them. Considering he was crowned prince to the Seven Kingdoms of Westeros, that was a powerful ally. Jon Arryn sent a raven with some…questionable words about the Prince's actions but Will stood by what he was doing and asked that Jon and his father trust him to know he was doing the right thing. Hopefully his actions could stop a war before it started.

Anyway, the war galleys from Braavos and the swan ships from the Summer Isles reinforced Astaporian waters so their trade ships and their territory were secured for now. It was a solid move and Will was working on another move to further solidify some allies. Time was both his ally and an enemy in waiting. The Astaporian city watch's training had improved and they went from being lackluster to somewhat competent. The training of the Unsullied recruits was progressing nicely, and they were falling into their roles under Grey Worm's leadership. The Dothraki were getting more and more acclimated to Will's style of command and most were able to at least understand some basic common tongue at this point. The Dothraki even started to wear black arm bands and blue fabric braids in their hair as a symbol of respect to Will as their Khal. Other than that, the city was doing better than ever. Schools were filled with children and young adults, new trades were learned, goods were sold and new additions to the surrounding gem mine were made.

Will was spending some free time walking through the markets with Missandei and Ser Arthur Dayne. His brothers were busy training and the rest of his party were doing their own things whether training or relaxing. He walked past the market stalls as young children ran around him to play or led him to their parents stalls in an effort to sell him something. He stopped by a stall where the husband and wife were selling trinkets and talismans. Will spoke to the husband who explained some of the necklaces he had and paid for several.

The husband smiled and thanked the prince for the sale as he handed Will several necklaces. "Ser Arthur." Will held out a necklace with two shark teeth on them. "For you."

"What is it, your grace?" Arthur asked as he looked it over.

"The teeth are from a Terro Plall, an indigenous shark to these waters. Fierce and deadly yet swift and nimble. They could easily kill a man in seconds so having their teeth is a sign of great honor and will protect you in battle." Will told him as he handed him the necklace. "For everything you've done for me. May it help protect you in the future."

"I'm honored, my prince." Ser Arthur bowed his head as he took the necklace and put it on. He may not be one for folklore or legends but if the prince believed it, it was enough for him.

"And for you, Missandei…" Will held out a necklace with a small teardrop size red sunstone.

"Oh, your grace I couldn't accept this." Missandei said but Will stopped her.

"Yes, you can, and you will. You've been an excellent advisor, handmaiden, translator, confidante, and friend." Will said as he got behind her and placed it around her neck. "Please accept this. Sunstones are said to be descended from the sun itself so may its warmth help protect you and guide you in the future."

Missandei thumbed the necklace between her fingers and smiled. "Thank you, your grace."

"No thanks, necessary. You've become a trusted companion and a close friend. I'm glad to have you along for this journey." Will said with a smile that could easily melt the coldest exteriors and warmth the hearts of the farer sex. Ser Arthur noticed this with Missandei as she hid a blush. The Prince was very charming.

Unfortunately, their good mood would soon be spoiled as they heard a commotion and several Unsullied squads rushed through the area. "Well, so much for our peaceful walk through town." Will said as they quickly followed the commotion that led them past the docks where he saw a Westerosi ship in the harbor. The commotion apparently led out of the city and into the nearby hills where the nearby gem mines were located. Once they got there, Will saw several mine workers and the supervisor looked like they had been attacked and were being treated by a healer. He heard a lot of yelling and shouting as a mob of workers were gathered around near the mine.

"Your grace, your grace…" A young boy rushed over to him. "Please help!"

Will knelt and saw the boy was very distraught. "Calm down and tell me what's going on?"

"Strange men arrived and said they were to take over the mines. They say they are from Westeros. When the workers didn't do as they were told they beat them. My father was one of them. They say this mine now belongs to them." The boy explained, on the verge of tears.

"It's ok." Will assured him as he rubbed him on the head. "Missandei, look after him."

"Yes, your grace." She said as she comforted the boy.

"QUIET!" Will shouted causing all the workers to stop. Once they saw the prince, they all made a path so he and Ser Arthur could get through. When they made it to the front, they saw 12 Westerosi men in appearance and with Westerosi weapons keeping the workers back.

"Stay back, boy! This mine is no longer yours. It's now under the protection of Prince William of the House Baratheon, crowned prince of Westeros." He told him.

"And did the prince tell you to do this?" Will asked.

"Yes, under word from Master of Coin Lord Petyr Baelish." The man replied causing Will to seethe in anger.

"Littlefinger." Will spat his name out like a curse. He walked forward only to get a sword pointed in his face.

"Like I said, boy. Stay back! Or do I have to beat that warning into you?"

"You just made a big mistake." Will quickly unsheathed Storm's Wrath and sliced Littlefinger's man across the face before plunging the blade through his neck and then cleaving his head off his shoulders. "Anyone else care to try what he did?"

"Bastard!" Two men with broadswords rushed at him but Will sidestepped their blades and kicked one in the gut. He parried the other attacker before slicing his leg and then took his head off in one swing while Ser Arthur killed the other attacker with a sword through the back.

"Unsullied!" The Unsullied guards quickly fanned out next to Will and readied their spears to attack. "Lay down your swords or suffer the same fate as your compatriots."

"You have no idea of the shit storm you just unleashed on yourself, boy. When the prince hears what you did, he'll gut you himself." One of the men said.

"That won't happen as your dead friends just attacked Prince William Baratheon." Ser Arthur informed him.

"Yeah, and I'm King Robert." One of them joked as more Unsullied soon arrived along with Lord Dondarrion, Thoros, Hercules, and Lord Umber.

"Are you all right, your grace?" Lord Dondarrion asked.

"I'm fine. Just dealing with an annoyance." Will said as Littlefinger's men were now outnumbered. "Lay down your weapons, now."

They begrudgingly did so as the Unsullied quickly restrained them. The more vocal of the lot resisted but Will just kicked his legs out and punched him in the jaw. "You are a dead piece of shit when Lord Baelish and the prince hear about this."

"The prince did hear about it and he's not happy. As for Littlefinger, I'll send him a warning not to screw with me." Will stabbed the man in the throat with his hidden blade and let him bleed out.

"You bastard! We're on strict orders from the prince by way of Lord Petyr Baelish!" Another shouted.

"Wow, these men must be idiots." Thoros commented.

"Yes, they are and for your information, I am William of the House Baratheon, son of King Robert first of his name and Lyanna of House Stark, Crowned Prince of the Seven Kingdoms and protector of Astapor." Will said. "Keep them restrained, I'll be back."

Will and Ser Arthur made their way over to the mine where two of Littlefinger's pawns were busy surveying and jotting down things for when they took it over. One of them saw Will and Ser Arthur and quickly shooed them away.

"OI! Get lost! This is official work under order of Lord Petyr Baelish and by command of Prince William of the House Baratheon." He told him.

"That's funny because I'm right here and I didn't give any such order." Will said as the other man quickly recognized the prince and began panicking. "If it's one thing I don't like…its worms like Littlefinger trying to deceive me."

"Your grace, please understand. We thought we were following your orders." The other replied, doing a poor job in trying to hide the flop sweat and his nervousness.

"And you thought rather than inform the Astaporian Council of your orders, you barged into this city…a city under my protection, injured innocent workers and attempt to steal right from under me. That was a big mistake." Will quickly sliced the man's head off in one swing as his head dropped to the floor and blood splashed his compatriot in the face. The surveyor dropped to his knees with blood on his face and began begging for his life. Will instead took some nearby rope and tied the man's hands behind his back.

"Please your grace, have mercy. I didn't know!"

"Your life and the lives of your compatriots now lie in the hands of the council. For your sake, I hope they're in a good mood." He pushed the man away from the mines and back to the others. Once Littlefinger's enforcers saw their boss tied up, they weren't as cocky as they were before. "Put these men in a cell. The council will decide their fate.

"Yes, your grace." Lord Dondarrion replied as he led the prisoners away causing the workers to cheer.

"What do you want to do?" Ser Arthur asked.

"You know what I want to do but their fate is up to the council to decide. Whether it's imprisonment or execution, I have no say in the matter." Will told him as he saw the dead men on the ground. "But I will send a message, one that Littlefinger better heed or I'll go back to King's Landing and kill him myself."

"I think a lot of people would be all right with that." Ser Arthur replied as they finished up things at the mine before heading back to the council palace.

Safe to say, the council was confused and unsure about what was going on with the whole situation until Will explained what was going on. The council felt that the situation was taken care of and nothing else needed to be done. The remaining men were sentenced for their assault on Astaporian citizens and attempted theft of their gem mine which resulted in them being sentenced to life in Astaporian prison. As for the dead men, Will was going to send them back to Baelish as a warning against trying to fuck with him again. Time would tell if it would take.

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King's Landing

Located on the Street of Silk were brothels of varying size and expense that anyone from any walk of life would find companionship. Located at the end of the Street of Silk closest to the Red Keep was the brothel under the ownership of the Master of Coin, Petyr Baelish. It was the biggest and most lavish with the best girls in the city. Coincidentally, it's where many of the city's most influential and wealthy went for one-sided jaunts and when visiting lords or knights came to the city, they would find their way there. It was an excellent ploy by Littlefinger, a place to take their coin and gain information on them. He even supplied King Robert with his best girl or two whenever he desired. Baelish was sitting his room at the brothel going over his books while two newest additions to his girls were being fitting for clothes. Baelish was going over some numbers in his head when a messenger arrived.

"Lord Baelish, a crate has arrived from Astapor for you." The messenger informed him.

"Bring it in." Baelish said as the messenger signaled his men to lug in the large crate. "Open it."

The men used some pry-bars and wedged opened the crate bit by bit until the top finally came loose. One they opened it, they were immediately hit with an intense smell that made all of them cover their noses in reflex and nearly puke their guts out. The girls screamed in terror as Baelish covered his nose with a cloth and peaked inside to see five severed heads gathered together in a bloody bag. He recognized several of them as the men he hired to begin his own excavations of the Astaporian gem mines. On the underside of the top of the crate was a note stabbed with a small knife. It was a message to Littlefinger that read:

Let the heads of your men serve as a warning. Try anything like this again and your head will join them.

Even though there wasn't a name or signature attached to the note he had a feeling about who sent it. Looks like his plans hit a bit of a snag…time to figure out a new one.

Astapor

Stationed outside the walls of the city of Astapor were the open plains, sands, and coastal roads. Outside the city used to be nothing but the open plains, sands, and coastal roads but now the city had evolved and expanded with a steady flow of incoming and departing traders visiting the city. Guard stations were set up at the main gates along with stables to help facilitate the influx of new arrivals while Unsullied patrolled the top of the walls and manned rapid-fire ballistae as security measures.

Resting underneath a large umbrella near the main gates were Missandei, Cedric, Tyrion Lannister and Garlan Tyrell. They were resting and relaxing under shade and watching as Will was trying to instruct the Dothraki in the basics of battlefield strategy to use their charging cavalry in some semblance of order. Granted, that was like training a cat to like swimming: could be possible but would be drive you insane to teach. That's what it was like…and he had been at it for hours.

"He's been at this for hours. I didn't think it'd take this long. I would have given up by now" Tyrion commented as he finished his cup of wine and poured himself a new one.

"Well the prince's temperament is definitely one of his brightest points. Once he sees a problem, he devotes as much time as possible to its solution." Cedric said, sitting down at a small table and going over some correspondence from Westeros. "It'll never cease to amaze me how many raven scrolls and letters get sent to the Prince while he's here. Even when he's not there he's not that far removed. More and more wishes of fortune along with inquiries."

"More people attempting what Littlefinger did?" Tyrion asked.

"No, more like lords asking if their sons should come help the prince." Cedric corrected him. "I've already sent back his response."

"Which is?" Garlan wondered.

"That if the lord needs to ask to come here then he should not come. The prince doesn't want sycophants, kneelers, or young men seeking riches, fame, or glory. He doesn't need their death on his hands." Cedric said before looking at Garlan. "You're the only exception. He made that rule after you arrived, lord Tyrell."

"Then I should consider myself lucky I'm in the prince's good graces. He's been an excellent sparring partner." Garlan remarked. Since arriving, Will had Garlan help in the City Watch's training along with training the Unsullied and when they had time they often sparred. Garlan was said to be the finest swordsman in the Reach and he was indeed skilled. He wasn't like those pompous peacocks Will grew up seeing in King's Landing, he was a skilled warrior who trained for combat and real-life fighting. Garlan was older and more trained in the Westerosi style of sword fighting than the Prince but Will was faster, more agile, and his skill in dual-wielding evened the playing field. Their training fights were something to watch and they shared good conversations after as well. They were becoming quick friends. "After hearing a lot about him during the Greyjoy Rebellion and his adventures here I wasn't sure what to expect. He's…unique."

"That's the perfect word I'd use to describe him. Unique." Tyrion sipped his wine as he watched the Prince in the distance. He was drawing in the sand and explaining things while the Dothraki listened to their best ability. "I imagine he'll make a fine king. Don't tell my sister I said such things."

"Your secret is safe with us." Missandei joked as she watched the prince get onto Roach to join the Dothraki in a practice charge. The wild horse had gotten considerably more docile since Will befriended him. "I haven't known him as long as the rest of you, but he is quite remarkable, unlike any man I've met."

"Where he gets it, I have no idea. He's nothing like his father, that's for sure." Cedric said when he realized the look, he was getting from Missandei. "And that's meant in the best of terms, my lady."

"I'm afraid I don't understand. From what the Prince has told me about King Robert is that he's a great warrior who toppled the Targaryen Dynasty." Missandei replied.

"And all that is true. I imagine what Will hasn't told you is in regard to what became of him after the war. As Ser Arthur has mentioned, peace is not a time for warriors." Cedric told her. "King Robert is a great warrior, that much is certain but his temperament and…current activities are a result of the peace times."

"Don't worry, Missandei. Take it from someone who's seen enough of the king, the prince being nothing like him is the best thing. He's brave, strong, and wise: the truest traits of any king. I imagine someone as callous as my father would admit that. And I'm sure even your grandmother would say the same." Tyrion said to Garlan who chuckled and nodded his head.

"Too true although if she were here now, she would be trying her hardest to see what kind of man he is and if he's good enough for my sister, Margaery. I wouldn't want to risk that kind of wrath on anyone." Garlan joked causing them to laugh.

Tyrion chuckled as he sipped some wine and remember the prince's behavior when they were in the Summer Isles. "Assuming the prince's inclination towards women is the same as his father and not like his uncle." Tyrion inferred.

"I believe his inclinations are the same as his father, Lord Tyrion." Cedric informed him. "The prince has told me as such, but his manners and temperament are far better than his father."

"Well that's good news. From what I heard before I arrived, the King won't let the prince take the throne until he finds himself a Queen." Tyrion told them. "A queen is hard to find when the prince is halfway around the world on another continent. Missandei, you've been by our prince's side, what do you believe are his chances of finding a suitable queen?"

Missandei was caught off guard by the question. Leave it to Tyrion's bluntness to shock her. She looked at the Prince who was talking to some of the riders about what to do and recalled all their interactions and pleasant conversations. "Whoever should the prince decide to marry will be very lucky." Missandei told him.

"Oh, if I didn't know any better, I could swear I see a little tint in your cheeks." Tyrion joked causing Missandei to blush.

"Leave the poor girl alone, Tyrion." Cedric told him causing Tyrion and Garlan to chuckle. "Forgive him, Missandei. Tyrion often loses his manners when he's had one to many glasses of wine."

"Well, I'm not needed at the moment and nothing beats this heat like wine and good conversation." Tyrion said as he poured himself another cup and then poured one more. "Missandei, come. Join me."

"Oh, I shouldn't." She told him.

"Please, I insist." Tyrion walked over and handed her the cup. "The prince is busy, and these two sorry lots won't join me. And I'm quite enjoying our conversations. The prince was lucky to find you."

"I was lucky the prince found me." Missandei replied as she looked at the cup. "I've tried wine once before…it made me feel funny.

"That's how you know it's working. Here's to the prince…" Tyrion raised his glass up and saw Missandei still looking at it funny. "Anyone who's not drinking would be disrespecting the prince." Missandei held up her cup. "Here's to Prince William Baratheon, sorry…William the Conqueror. May he stay strong and alive."

Tyrion drank his cup as he usually did while Missandei was more reserved and only took a sip. "Do you like it?"

"It is…quite nice." She replied, taking another small sip.

"Excellent. I was beginning to worry that Thoros of Myr would be my only drinking companion, but it appears I have found another. I hoped the prince would have changed but it appears he remains the same as he did in the Summer Isles." Tyrion commented.

"How so?" Missandei questioned.

"His disposition towards wine. I believe the only time I've ever actually seen him drink was when Smalljon Umber poured a cup down his throat after his victory against Hercules." Tyrion recounted.

"Not true. When the news of the gem mine was brought to the council, they shared a cup of wine in celebration and the prince joined in…granted it was just one cup but still." Cedric corrected him.

"Well, perhaps there is hope for him after all." Tyrion joked as he finished his cup while Missandei took another small sip.

"If you expect the prince to take after his father's drinking habits then you're not as clever as I thought." Cedric remarked as he watched Will ride on Roach and gallop across the plains alongside the Dothraki riders while Orys flew alongside them. "Although your news does bring up a tiny bit of concern. Finding someone right for the prince won't be easy."

"He won't lack for suitors. The second he returns to the Seven Kingdoms lords will travel from across the realm to present their daughters to try and win the prince's attention." Tyrion commented.

"But finding the right one is the key phrase." Cedric corrected him.

"Finding the right what?" They heard as they saw Ser Arthur canter over on his horse. He got off the saddle as Garlan tossed him a water pouch.

"Finding the prince the right bride when he returns to Westeros." Garlan explained.

"Ah, that will be tricky. The prince and I have shared some conversations about that." He replied.

"So, you know what the Prince is looking for in a bride to be. Care to share with the rest of us?" Tyrion asked.

"Just that if someone truly wishes to be with the prince then she must be true to herself. The prince has had enough of lies, deceit, and charades. He'll be able to pick up if someone isn't honest with him and he doesn't want that. Something to keep in mind, gentlemen." Arthur said, mainly speaking to Garlan and Tyrion on that last point. "Not only must she be true to herself but able to stand beside him as an equal. That is the person he said he would be happy to spend the rest of his life with being it a daughter of a lord or a commoner."

Missandei and Cedric smiled when they heard that. That was just like the prince and they shouldn't have expected anything less. Garlan began to see the prince in a newer light and Tyrion chuckled. "He sounds like something out of the legends of old." Tyrion said, sipping his wine. "Or I guess a new legend."

Will's training with the Dothraki went on for hours and was starting to get somewhere with them. The Dothraki were starting to get the hang of what to do so they were more organized than before. Will would just have to figure out a way for signaling them on what to do. Maybe distinct horn blasts or something like that. After the training, he and the Dothraki went on a hunt in the surrounding plains and valleys. It was a nice way to get them to trust him and let them know that despite him being Westerosi that he respected aspects of their culture. Not the whole raiding thing but the horseback riding and hunting aspect.

Will and the Dothraki returned around the early evening with the sun still over the horizon but it was setting. The Dothraki returned to their camps and rested while Will returned to his room at the council palace. It was a fun day but tiring as well. Roach seemed to have bonded with Will, but the horse was still unruly and a bit of a jester. Clearly, it had a defined personality. After their training and hunting, Will put Roach in the stables to eat and rest while he planned to take a bath, get some food, and some much-needed sleep. When he entered the palace where he saw Missandei waiting for him.

"How was your training with the Dothraki, your grace?" Missandei asked as they walked through the halls.

"Fine. A little exhausting but an adventure. I think your lessons to the Dothraki are finally sticking. I'm not sure how you did it but you're a miracle worker." Will commented.

"It was quite an experience. I've heard from the Masters about the Dothraki and they were rather…rambunctious but many were quick to learn. Languages can be tricky but not impossible to learn." She replied.

"Well for you it must be like second nature at this point. And again, it's Will in private. I have enough people calling me your grace, you don't have to." Will reminded her. "How many languages have you learned?"

"19." She replied as they walked up the stairs to the prince's bath chambers.

"19 languages? I thought I was good at learning four others but 19. How can anyone learn 19 languages?" Will questioned.

"From what Master Cedric told me, it only took you a year learn to Dothraki reasonably well." Missandei replied as they walked into the chamber where a large bathing tub was already set up, a fire pit that was keeping a cauldron of water hot and several candles set up around the room for light. "And you've learned High and Low Valyrian and speak with exceptional skill."

"Well, I wanted to learn some new skills and it took moons of lessons before I managed to get a handle on the language…what do you mean reasonably well?" Will asked her.

"Dothraki is difficult for the mouth to master. So guttural and harsh." She told him.

"Well, I think I'm confident in my ability to speak the language. The Dothraki were able to understand me with no problem." Will informed her as he unbuckled his sword which she took and placed on the side.

"True while it may be a problem, your pronunciation needs some work." Missandei replied, saying the same word he did but correctly.

"Well, we can't all be winners." Will joked causing her to laugh as she took his knife belt and put it aside. "Still, at least I have a flair for languages. I'm guessing Gendry and Edric's lessons are going about as usual."

"I'm afraid so." She replied causing Will to sigh.

"Well, it's not their fault. I've had longer to learn. Hopefully they'll pick it up soon enough." Will replied as he unsheathed his Valyrian steel daggers and placed them on the table. "So, while I was riding in the scorching hot sun, how was your day? I see you and Tyrion were getting along."

"Yes, he is a rather…interesting man." Missandei replied as she walked over and took some hot water from the cauldron and scooped it into the tub to warm it up.

"That's Tyrion for you. He's clever and an excellent conversationalist. Despite his house name, I'll admit he's become something of an acquittance. I'll use the word friend when it reaches that point." Will commented. "Did you tell you stories of the mighty House Lannister or of his family's massive wealth?"

"Actually, our conversation was mainly about the news he heard from your father, King Robert." She said, causing him to look confused. "According to Tyrion, your father is happy you're on this journey but when you return, he will not give you the crown until you take a bride."

"Oh…well I wasn't expecting that. I figured my father would be happy to have me on the throne so he could do whatever he wants." Will said as he sat down and unlaced one of his boots. "Then again I haven't been home in a while so things could have changed. I hope he hasn't set up a match for me without my say so.

"From what Lord Tyrion said, I don't believe that to be the case. He did mention something about your uncle's inclinations when the subject was brought up." Missandei told him, causing him to think for a moment before he figured out what she meant.

"Ah, I think he must have meant my uncle Renly. My uncle and Master of Law of Westeros and has a predisposition towards men. Wonder how that came up in conversation?" Will asked.

"Um…it was a long conversation about your father as well and how you differ from each other." Missandei tried to explain.

"Fair enough. I guess it's something I haven't spoken a lot about since we've met…or at all." Will replied. "Did they say anything about my father?"

"Just that you share some of his best traits but are different…and Cedric did say something about how your father had changed after the war." Missandei told him.

"Well, my father was a warrior…and warriors don't do their jobs in peace times." Will explained. "I love my father and any son should. The time we're able to spend together…are moments I'll never forget. He's a good man when he shows it but even the best of men have their faults. My father's fault…missing my mother."

"You've never mentioned your mother." Missandei said as Will took off his boots.

"She died two years after I was born when my father became king. From what I can vaguely remember and what I was told…she was a fierce woman of the north. She's sorely missed, none more so then by my father. Without her…he hasn't spent the rest of his life as best he could. Seeing what I've seen and knowing what I know now…I'm not sure that even if she was alive, she would be able to change the man he's become. An old warrior who longs for a battle that will never come. So, he spends his days drinking his fill of wine, telling old war stories, and bedding women as he so pleases." Will told her and Missandei was a little shocked. "Doesn't put my family in the best light, does it? When I was old enough to understand the kind of man my father had become…I swore to myself that I wouldn't be him. Like father like son isn't fate. I will always love my father, but I've strived to be something better."

"And I believe you have." Missandei said with a smile causing Will to smile back.

"Thank you, Missandei. I'm glad to have met you." Will replied. She diligently got back to preparing the prince's bath as he removed his removed his forearm guards. "When Tyrion brought up my uncle's inclinations…did he wonder if I was the same as him?"

Missandei froze for a bit, unsure how to respond to that but her physical response gave him his answer. "I'm sure he meant no offense."

"And I didn't take it as any. My uncles' preferences are his own and I couldn't care less but just for the record, Missandei…I prefer the company of woman." He assured her.

"Master Cedric said as such to Lord Tyrion." Missandei told him.

"Well, I'm glad we could clear that up." Will joked causing her to chuckle. "Thank you, Missandei. That will be all."

"Are you sure, your grace? I can assist you." She told him.

"That's not necessary. Unlike other high-born sons I am capable of washing myself just fine and while you may be my handmaiden, I'd prefer to keep your activities deserving of your station. Assisting me in bathing is beneath you." Will told her. "I enjoy your company, but I wouldn't want to force you into something."

"It wouldn't be forcing if I am choosing to help of my own accord." Missandei pointed out.

"True…but, uh…well…" Will's calm demeanor began to slip as he tired to figure out an answer that wouldn't offend her.

"Is there a problem, your grace? Have I done something to offend you?" Missandei asked.

"No, no, of course not Missandei." Will assured her. "I just wouldn't want to feel that I'm taking advantage of you. I value your friendship too much for that. I'll see you in the morning."

"Are you sure, your grace?" Missandei asked.

"Yes. Good night, Missandei." He told her.

"Good night, your grace." She replied.

"I'm never going to get you to stop saying that, will I?" He asked causing her to chuckle.

"No, your grace. Good night." Missandei bid him farewell allowing him to relax and get cleaned up.

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The next day, Will was taking part in another sparring session. This time with his brothers. Of course, there were the usual spectators like Beric Dondarrion, Thoros of Myr, Smalljon Umber, Harion Karstark, Hercules, Hundred Eyes, Tyrion, Garlan, and the others. They watched as Will instructed his brothers on fighting and then had them both fight against him but there was a unique caveat to the fight…Will was blindfolded. That alone drew more spectators who eagerly watched to see what would happen. Garlan himself was very interested to see what would happen in the fight.

Will, a blindfold around his eyes wielded two practice swords and stood in the middle of the training circle while Edric and Gendry circled around him. Gendry held up a blunted battle axe while Edric held a short spear and small shield. Will kept his swords at the ready and was as calm and collected as he usually was while Gendry and Edric were a little more on edge. Gendry nodded to Edric to attack first so he charged forward which Will could hear coming a mile away. Edric aimed a spear thrust at Will's left flank only for Will to knock his spear off target into the dirt and whacked him on the back. Gendry attacked while Edric kept him busy only for Will to swing his sword low and whack Gendry's right foot out of from under him, putting him into an uncomfortable split. He finished it off with a sword sweep that knocked Edric onto his back in a loud thump before he got a sword to his face and Gendry got a sword to his neck.

"Dead." Will said as he stabbed his swords into the dirt and removed his blindfold while Gendry and Edric got back to their feet. "Not bad and you attacked me from both sides trying to catch me off guard. A solid plan but lacked in the execution part. Your movements were too wide and sacrificed solid footing. Remember to never let your footing betray you. Let your power come not from the strength of your attacks but from the ground that holds your feet. Still…good work."

"Don't worry, brother. One day it'll be use lecturing you after we defeat you." Gendry boasted only for Will to quickly spin into a leg sweep and knock Gendry onto his back. He hit the ground hard and got the wind knocked out of him.

"Two more lessons…never boast to an enemy you've never beaten and that won't be happening any time soon." Will told him as Gendry managed a nod before he was helped back to his feet.

A messenger rushed over and handed Missandei a scroll and whispered something to her before quickly leaving. Missandei looked at the scroll before walking over to Will. "Your grace, the council wishes a word with you." She told him.

"Of course. Hercules, mind taking over their training while I deal with this?" Will asked.

"Sure thing." Hercules replied as he escorted the two boys to do some more training. Will wiped his face with a towel, got a sip of water and secured Storm's Wrath around his waist before he, Missandei, and Ser Arthur made their way back to the council palace. When they arrived, they were immediately taken to the council chambers where the council was waiting for them. "Councilors, is there a problem?"

"Not exactly. The end of the coming moon cycle signifies the start of the fighting pit season. Now, we understand that the fighting pits are closed but many of the citizens of Astapor have asked if we plan on doing anything to mark the event." Councilmen Quathor told him.

"Forgive me, councilor but I'm a little lost." Will said.

"At the end of the coming moon cycle, the Masters would host the start of the fighting pits for this year. Slavers would arrive from Volantis and the other cities in Slaver's Bay to take part in elaborate games. The start of the games was also accompanied by days of festive celebration in the city. Both master and slave celebrated." Missandei explained.

"We are glad you ended slavery, your grace but this has been a tradition in Astapor for centuries. It's an old tradition that many have fond memories of." Councilmen Raxa told him.

"I understand." Will replied as he leaned back in his chair to think this over.

"Many have asked if we plan to do host festivities in the city when the fighting season starts but we haven't made any plans at this moment." Councilmen T'szaar Eras said when Will remembered all the jousts and tournaments he attended in Westeros. They were spectacles with jousts and fighting but also festivals where the small folk could take breaks from normal days and enjoy themselves. He guessed the fighting season was something similar except involved slave fighters killing each other.

"Perhaps we can start a new tradition and festival during this time for the city. Something to take the place of the upcoming fighting pit season and instead have it as a celebration of what this city has become now." Will suggested.

"A sort of celebration for our newfound freedom. A celebration for William the Conqueror." Councilwomen Quasa suggested and many agreed but Will shook his head.

"As flattered as I am, that is the wrong kind of celebration. No, this needs to be a celebration for the city, not one man. A celebration for the new Astapor, free of the good masters who ruled over by enslaving people. Instead of a festival to mark the beginning of the opening of the fighting pits and the spectacle of slaves fighting against one another, a celebration of Astapor and its people. Of the great hardships they endured but now can hold their heads high to a bright future. Games and competitions could be the star along with festive celebrations in the streets. In the Summer Isles, they celebrate their lunar harvest with ceremonial fighting and wild parties in the woods and streets. In Braavos, every year they celebrate the unmasking of the Uthero which is in reverence to the day they announced themselves to Essos. They celebrate with ten days of revelry and celebration and a final show of the Mighty titan at the end. Astapor will do the same with the celebration of the…liberation…liberation of the Astaporian people from the Masters and slavery where the Ghiscari harpy can break her chains and fly free." Will announced as all the council members clapped and applauded at his speech.

"Well done, your grace." Missandei told him.

"I honestly was making it up as I went along but it seems to have worked." He whispered back.

"A grand plan, your grace but it will take a lot of work and the end of the moon nears." Councilman Iliron said and Will was immediately hit with another idea for someone who could help: Tyrion. With the amount he drank and from the stories of his exploits, he knew how to celebrate.

"My compatriots and are will be here to help. One thing Westerosi do know how to do is celebrate when the situation calls for it." Will assured them before leaning over to Ser Arthur. "Have someone send for Tyrion and bring him here. Time for him to earn his keep."

"Yes, your grace." Ser Arthur replied.

A few days later…

After the meeting with the council in regard to the upcoming festival celebration of liberation for Astapor, planning for the event took up the majority of the time for the council. Will and his compatriots helped with the planning and setting everything up as many had some experience with festivals or tournaments and could assist in getting everything ready. Tyrion, especially was someone who knew what to do. While he wasn't an expert festival planner, he had been to his fair share of tournaments and celebrations to know what to do and what not to do. The council informed everyone in the city that there was going to be a new celebration for the city, marking it as the liberation and a new chapter for the Astaporian people. The mood in the city had increased tremendously after that announcement with vendors, farmers, merchants, and traders working with the council to prepare for the celebration.

As for what the celebration would entail, that was still being finalized. The council and their attendees along with Will and his people were working together to try and solidify a plan. The parties and festivities were easy enough to plan. Food and wine would take care of that along with music but what else could they do. That's what the meeting was about.

"Perhaps we could create a jousting tournament for the celebration?" Garlan asked.

"No offense meant, Lord Tyrell but jousting doesn't mean much here." Councilwoman Quasa told him. Lucky for their meetings that most of the council had learned enough common tongue to speak with Will's party.

"She's right but you do have the right idea, Garlan. Perhaps some form of games or competition might be in order. Something for the citizens of the city to gather and watch." Tyrion commented. "I can't speak for everyone but watching the prince fly into the water was rather enjoyable."

That comment elicited some chuckles from everyone while Will gave him a glare. It was a rather embarrassing moment but perhaps Tyrion was onto something.

"That's not a bad idea." Will commented.

"Flying into the water?" Hercules questioned.

"No, what happened before that. Roach led me on a race through the city. If we need some form of competition for the people to watch, how about a series of events over the course of a few days." Will suggested. "Even back home in the King's Landing, jousting was just one part of a tournament or festival. There was the melee, archery, and other contests."

Missandei translated that to the councilmembers who hadn't yet perfected common tongue and many seemed to like the idea. "What would these games be?" Councilmen Quathor asked.

"Perhaps a horse race through the city followed by a foot race? Archery games maybe and a modified fighting tournament. With non-lethal weapons, of course." He explained. Many were confused to the idea, but the idea of games was appealing.

"So, more of a show?" Ser Arthur asked.

"Not a bad idea." Garlan said as everyone looked at him. "My younger brother Loras trains as a knight and served uncle Lord Renly, the prince's uncle. They call him the knight of Flowers. I love my brother, but he fights more for the adulation of the crowd in tournaments and jousts."

"So true to a knight of flowers." Tyrion joked.

"Yes, but whenever he fights, he does it for the crowd. He ignites their passion and eats it up. Perhaps something similar can be arranged here." Garlan told everyone.

"Well, many people here are trained fighters, so I imagine fighting not to kill won't be that hard." Cedric added.

"Perhaps fighting inside an enclosed circle like you do in a spar with the aim to get your opponent to surrender or knocked out of the arena. It requires skill but without needless death and still be entertaining. For example, your fight with Hercules." Arthur said only for Will to give Ser Arthur a look of, are you kidding me?

"Forgive me if I remember that fight as more brutal and painful than entertaining." Will told him.

"No, Ser Arthur has a point. That fight was an incredible show. Many of us here were there to see it and it was unlike anything we've ever seen." Tyrion told him. "I'm sure a staged fight would definitely ignite the crowd."

Will and Hercules looked at one another at that suggestion, both of them remembering the pain that fight brought. "We'll visit that idea later." Will commented. "But I believe we have a general idea of what we could do. We'll need to spread the word and inform the city for participants."

"And what do the winners receive?" Councilwomen Quasa asked and Missandei got an idea.

"I've heard stories in Volantis during their annual races on the black walls. The winner's names are inscribed on a large stone plaque in the city in reverence to their victory and so their name will live on." Missandei suggested.

"An interesting idea. We could have the winner's names inscribed on plaques in the arena or have sculptors make statues in their honor for the different events." Cedric added and many Councilors liked the idea.

"All right, we have something solid. Now we plan." Will said as they began tossing around more and more ideas over the course of the day before word was spread through the city about the upcoming celebration and games. The overall celebration would last six days with a different athletic event happening each of the first five days. They were horseback riding, a massive foot race through the city, spear throwing, wrestling, and the final event was the combat tournament. The sixth day would be the award ceremony and end in the biggest party for the city. Tyrion suggested that leaving the biggest celebration for the last night would be the best plan and lead to a great day and night of revelry. Citizens were already signing up for events and Will stressed to his men to try and avoid sweeping said events. This was an event for the people of the city. This wasn't their moment to shine but the citizens of the city.

While they worked out the plans for the celebration, Will handled one additional piece of government with the council. The city's growing wealth was staying strong, its citizens were happy and the newly acquired fleet was protecting the waters but like any smart ruler, he knew that having an extra layer of protection would be a good idea. Considering that he'd be leaving for Yunkai soon, playing another card to make sure Astapor stayed safe would make him feel comfortable with leaving. And that card was the Iron Bank of Braavos. Inviting a representative to Astapor to discuss some terms seemed like a good idea.

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[Caw]The call of a bird of prey and flapping of wings was all that could be heard as Orys flew high into the air. Gliding just below the clouds, the rising sun casted a shadow over his form so no one could make out a clear picture of him. Orys gave out another cry as he flew down over the city. From his vantage point, you could see that even though it was early in the morning the city was already busy with activity. Families were out and about as music played in the streets. Bakers had fresh baked bread and sweets being sold while cooks had pots of stew or skewers of fish and chicken being roasted ready to eat. A joyous feel to the air could be felt as the start of the celebration put everyone in a good mood. As usual, the Unsullied and City Watch were doing their job of keeping the peace but were a little more relaxed given the festivities. Some new trade ships were in the harbor as word of the celebration had spread so vendors knew it would be prime time to sell their wares.

Orys flew over the massive fighting pit arena which was still being decorated for the upcoming events as workers diligently finished their jobs both in the arena and throughout the rest of the city. Orys changed his direction and made his way back to the Astaporian palace with one destination in mind. He flapped his wings to slow his descent and flew through the curtains of the balcony and landed on his small perch where a bowl of water and food were waiting for him. Orys adjusted his head and laid his eyes on his owner, Will who was sleeping in his bed and let out a final caw.

That shook Will out of his sleep and saw Orys sitting on his perch, flapping his wings and moving over to drink some water from a bowl.

"Fuck…" Will rubbed his eyes in exhaustion. That was the second time he had this dream, if it even was one. Instead it was less like a dream and more like he was seeing through the eyes of Orys like he was him. It was honestly starting to become a bit of a concern. He was brought out of his thought when Cedric walked into his room.

"Good morning, your grace and happy celebration day to you." Cedric said with a smile.

"Good morning." Will replied as he sat on the edge of his bed and took a few deep breaths.

"Mr. Gibbs has sent word that our fleet has seen a ship from the Iron Bank is on its way. It should be arriving in port soon." Cedric informed him.

"I'll meet them there." Will replied, still a little out of it after his odd dream/vision. Something that Cedric was able to pick up after all, he knew the prince longer than anyone besides Ser Arthur.

"Is everything all right, your grace?" Cedric asked. Will was tempted to leave it alone but knew that keeping this a secret would do his no favors. Talking this out with someone would be better than nothing.

"I've been having some odd…dreams, lately." Will told him.

"Oh, that's completely natural, your grace." Cedric assured him and Will breathed a sigh of relief. "You're at that age where these things start to happen. No doubt your father probably went through the same thing and woke up with a rather unfortunate surprise in the morning. As for the remedy to that…well, I believe Tyrion would know the proper way to help you."

"No, no, no, no…" Will stopped him then and there. "That's not what I meant."

"Oh, forgive me, your grace. I thought you were referring to uh…what odd dreams have you been experiencing?" Cedric cleared his throat and focused on what the prince needed to avoid bringing up that awkward conversation again.

"It start a while ago. At first, I thought it was just a wild dream then it happened again just now."

"What happened?" Cedric asked.

"I woke up…flying. At first, I thought it was just a regular dream anyone would get…dreams of something different but…this wasn't that. I could feel the wind flowing around my body, the smell of clean air…I could literally feel the brush of cold as I flew through a cloud. Then I could feel the dirt underneath my feet…the blood in my mouth as I killed a fresh fish…the air in my lungs with a caw…like I feel what Orys was feeling." Will explained. "At first, I thought it was just a regular dream only it happened just now."

"What exactly happened?" Cedric asked, sitting beside the prince.

"The same thing. I could see what Orys was seeing as he flew above the city and then when he flew through the balcony and the caw that woke me up. These don't feel like dreams at all…but visions." Will explained. "I honestly think I'm going mad."

"I've seen and heard madness before your grace and I don't think this is it." Cedric assured him.

"Then what is it?" Will asked. "How do I know that what is happening to me isn't some kind of latent madness? All the good deeds I've done must come at a price so maybe mine is madness."

"William…I have known you for years. I've helped raise you from when you were a little boy who clung to the winter rose and never left Arthur's side into the man I see before me and I couldn't be more proud if you were my own son. You were given a lap of luxury and royalty when you were young yet you never took it for granted. You've always sought out to help people and asked for nothing in return. You could have spent your days in the red keep away from all these problems yet you chose to help. From the people of King's Landing, the Greyjoy Rebellion, the Summer Isles to Astapor…you've chosen to help. That alone should be enough proof that you aren't going mad." Cedric said giving Will a little piece of mind. Just hearing that put him a little at ease. "As for your unusual dreams…I believe them to be more visions."

"Visions?" Will questioned. "How is that possible?"

"I don't know but the legends of old are filled with magic and stories of gifts that are long lost. The magic of Old Valyria that let Dragons roam free and crafted the steel of the swords you carry are such and there are tales of the old gods of the north. Children of the forest, the White Walkers, ice spiders, direwolves…perhaps these visions can be explained." Cedric said. "I'll look into it as best as I can."

"Thank you, Cedric." Will said as the door opened and Missandei walked in dressed in her regular blue and white dress and blue and white shawl/cape. "Good morning, Missandei."

"Good morning, your grace." She said as she helped him get ready.

He was dressed in his regular clothing but his tunic and pants were clean and neatly pressed. His jacket of course stayed on as well as his weapons. It was a celebration but he wasn't fool enough to be caught off guard. He, Cedric, Missandei, and Ser Arthur made their way from the palace to the docks of the city and saw the celebration in the air. People were excited for the next few days of games and festivities. They made their ways to the docks and saw the ship from the Iron Bank make its way into port where ship hands helped them secure it to the dock. Once the ramp was secured, several Braavosi soldiers disembarked followed by a Braavosi in regal yet simple robes.

"Greetings envoys from the Iron Bank of Braavos. I am William of House Baratheon, Prince of the Seven Kingdoms of Westeros, and protector of Astapor. Welcome." Will said, bowing his head as the man bowed back.

"Greetings, Prince William of the House Baratheon. I am Tycho Nestoris, representative of the Iron Bank of Braavos." Tycho walked forward and held his hand out so Will gave it a small shake. "Thank you for the escort to Astapor. I can't remember the last time other ships have escorted a representative from the Iron Bank."

"Well, I imagine that in most cases no one would dare attack a representative from the Iron Bank but it's always better to be safe than sorry. Please, this way." Will led them from the docks. "I do hope your journey was trouble free.

"Quite peaceful. The seas were rather kind to us." Tycho replied as they arrived at a carriage that would take them to the palace so they could continue their conversation. When they arrived, they sat down in the council meeting room but it was just Will and Tycho for now. The council would meet with him later.

"Please do make yourself comfortable." Will gestured for Tycho to take a seat as he poured two cups of water. "Will water be all right or would you prefer something else to drink? Wine? Or perhaps some juice? We've just had an excellent grape harvest and their juice is quite delectable."

"Water is fine for now." Tycho replied as Will placed the two cups on the table before sitting down. "The Iron Bank was rather surprised to hear of your adventures in Essos, Prince William. Your predecessors were never one to venture away from Westeros."

"Well, most people are content with living in the land they're born in. Seeing as how I would eventually be spending my life in the Seven Kingdoms…traveling and seeing the rest of the world made sense and I hope the experience would make me a better King when the time comes." Will stated.

"A better warrior, for sure. The exploits of William the Conqueror have already reached the Sealord's of Braavos. They were always one for tales. If you don't mind my asking, how does someone as young as yourself already earn enough stories for a man twice your age?" Tycho asked.

"I've been something of an overachiever since a young age. I felt it was responsible to be the best prince I could be for the Seven Kingdoms and I believe it's safe to say my actions have helped my allies and struck fear into my enemies. Of course, war is only part of what I've developed an affinity for. I trust the Iron Bank is very comfortable with how the Iron Throne has been in paying its debts?" Will asked and Tycho smiled.

"Quite comfortable, your grace. Although some at the Iron Bank are a little disappointed. They've grown rather fond of the crown's interest payments." Tycho commented.

"As any bank would be but I imagine the notion and security of knowing the Iron Crown can pay off its debts is also something to take into consideration." Will pointed out and Tycho nodded. "But I wouldn't fret and I'm sure there are several ways we can raise their spirits. My own personal account is something I'm sure the Iron Bank is rather happy to have and when I return to Westeros, there are some changes to the continent that I would like to implement that would require…some outside investment."

"Well, I imagine the Iron Bank would be happy to fund such expeditions with an agreeable payment plan." Tycho replied. "As to your endeavors here in Slaver's Bay…you've been rather fortunate to be as lucky as you are."

"Well, fortune tends to favor the bold but also the well prepared. I don't plan to undertake such dangerous endeavors if I didn't believe what I was doing." Will told him.

"Belief is all well and good but not entirely reliable." Tycho commented.

"Well, then much like the Iron Bank, I also tend to rely on facts, numbers, and outcomes I can predict. They may dub me a conqueror but the different between a conqueror and a ruler is that one just stampedes over everything whereas the other learns and adapts. For example, planning to change all of Slaver's bay into something else would be considered foolhardy and ridiculous to anyone else." Will said. "I imagine betting on someone endeavoring in something to be considered foolhardy doesn't inspire confidence."

"The Iron Bank doesn't bet; we invest in endeavors we deem likely to be successful." Tycho told him.

"Which would be looked at as a fancy way of saying bet. And I imagine the Iron Bank is figuring out who to bet on: the masters of Slaver's bay who have been around for centuries or the young revolutionary trying to change some lives."

"The Iron Bank of Braavos has no taste for slavery. We do not invest in the masters." Tycho pointed out.

"True but as a bank I imagine you invest and loan money to other banks who loan money to the masters of Slaver's bay or the slavers of Volantis. Slavery by proxy, of course, but again, not really investing in slavery." Will replied causing Tycho to smirk.

"You are very discerning and observant for someone so young." Tycho said.

"Ah, those are the people you need to keep your eye on because they can surprise you. Still, I understand that the Iron Bank enjoys numbers and variables that aren't open to interpretation but I believe the proof is where we are now. This city once stood as the mouth of Slaver's bay, where the Unsullied were trained and that is all they were known for. Trading and selling people they felt were beneath him. Rather, linear in their thinking but slavery made them rich. Now, Astapor is a fine and bustling trade city from the ships sailing east and west with ports that rival that of Braavos, with respect of course." Will said and Tycho nodded. "Also, the finest gem city this side of the continent and it was all there under their noses the entire time. I've found that slavers tend to be rather simple with little thought process for anything other than slavery. I like to believe I'm not so simple. Astapor is twice as wealthy as it used to be and wishes to open an account with the Iron Bank for security and for future endeavors."

"And the Iron Bank would be most welcome to adding such a lucrative client to our list." Tycho replied. "But I imagine Astapor won't be the only city you plan to change."

Will took a sip of water and cleared his throat. "You would be correct. I leave for Yunkai soon after the celebration here is over and plan to do the same there as I did here…protectorate cities of Westeros and I personally don't plan to leave until I'm sure they can survive on their own."

"A rather noble endeavor and one that would be very expensive." Tycho said.

"Well, lucky for us both that I've come into fortune during my travels and know what to do with it. And have the army, training, and experience to do so." Will replied. "I understand that the idea might still seemed undesirable or lacking of more defined variables so perhaps we should meet again after I've been to Yunkai. In the meantime, stay in Astapor as my honored guest, enjoy the celebration and speak with the Astaporian council about opening that account."

"Thank you, your grace but it would be fair to say I will not be able to stay for the entire length of the celebration." Tycho told him.

"Of course, but so long as your business here with the council concludes in a manner that is satisfactory to both parties then feel free to do so as you please." Will replied as the two stood up from their chairs. "But be rest assured and tell the Iron Bank that betting on me would be a wise investment."

"It has clearly shown. I do hope that continues." Tycho replied as he and his men were shown to their rooms. Will breathed a sigh of relief and gulped down another cup of water. The meeting went better than he expected. Some verbal jabs back and forth but the Iron Bank would soon open an account with the Astaporian council acting as another measure of protection. He was sure his own reputation and past experience with the bank is what sold Tycho on it but he could also probably detect a good investment here. A gem city free of slaves and under the protection of a warrior prince of a powerful country who wasn't inept or an idiot. That was at least something to consider and he got them to at least be open to the idea of being neutral and not supporting the masters. When he took Yunkai, he'd speak to them again.

The door to the room was opened by Missandei. "Your grace, the opening ceremony is about to start."

"Right." Will drank another cup of water and they quickly left for the arena where the celebration would officially start. The planning and preparation into the event were long and tiring but time would tell if it would be successful. If it wasn't enjoyable it would be interesting at the very least.

Everyone in the city gathered together in the arena where the opening ceremony would start. In the enclosed space down in the sands were various obstacles that the encompassed the opening races and the victors would move to the city-wide race later that day. There was a small podium/seating area set up for the council to speak to everyone and announce the games with Unsullied guards set up at the entrances and exits. Will, Missandei, and Ser Arthur made their way into the arena, passing by citizens and spectators who smiled, waved, and shook his hands. Will smiled as he waved back and shook their hands, occasionally shaking the hair on a few kids. Despite him being Westerosi, these people were starting to see him as one of their own. He joined the Astaporian council on the podium and sat down.

"So, shall we begin?" Will asked and the council nodded before standing to their feet. Councilwoman Quasa signaled the band who used drums and trumpets to play a celebratory tune that got everyone into the mood and erupted the arena into applause. Will, Missandei, and Ser Arthur smiled as they saw how happy and excited everyone was. He saw his brothers sitting next to Smalljon Umber, Harion Karstark, Thoros, Hercules, Autolycus, and Cedric as they cheered and drank wine. The band began to quiet down so the council could speak.

"Good morning, citizens of Astapor! Tis truly a beautiful day in our fair city! We know that much has changed for all of us but here we stand now and what an amazement we are!" Councilmen Eras exclaimed as they all cheered.

"Our city has eclipsed anything we all could have imagined in the past! Our ports are alive, our citizens are healthy, fine gems have increased our wealth and here we stand stronger!" Councilmen Quathor added.

"In times past, today would mark the start of the fighting pits but now it marks a new celebration. From this point forth, we shall celebrate the new Astapor. We shall celebrate what we have become and what we shall strive to be…a beacon for the other cities to follow! PRAISE ASTAPOR!" Councilmen Raxa exclaimed and everyone roared in approval.

"And as the council of this great city, we have not stood alone in this endeavor. Help us welcome our city's protector…Prince William Baratheon of Westeros…William the Conqueror!" Councilman Iliron shouted as Will stood up beside them and ignited an inferno of applause. He waved and smiled at the crowd and shook hands with all the councilmembers before taking a few steps forward towards the end of the podium.

"Thank you, Councilors. It is my honor to stand here with all of you on this joyous occasion. But let this festival be not for me or any of my compatriots but for the city and its people! All of this couldn't have been possible without your help! Remember that going forward! You are this city's future! TO ASTAPOR!" Will shouted causing everyone to cheer and chant Astapor. He then raised his hand and the Unsullied by the main gates knew it was their signal. "LET THE GAMES BEGIN!"

The Unsullied opened the gates and a myriad of riders and their horses galloped out of the tunnels and out onto the sands as they all cantered around the edge of the arena. These contestants were regular Astaporian citizens who signed up for the games and dreamed of winning. Stable boys, messengers, farmers, and traders…this was their moment as the crowd cheered and applauded them and those that had family or friends had their names cheered. The riders rode around the arena for a bit so all 20 contestants had their moments to shine before they began to file back through the gate until it was just two riders left and then the opening races could start. It was one-on-one as they raced around the arena and the obstacles and the one with the faster time and less obstacles destroyed or ruined would advance to the final city-wide race. The crowd enjoyed themselves and the riders got to show off their skill, soaking up the adulation and love of the crowd. Guess that's what Garlan was talking about.

The races managed to proceed without any issue and even those that weren't advancing were shown respect from their opponents and the crowd. A break gave everyone some time to get food and rest before the final citywide race started. Certain alleyways and streets were blocked off to create a designated path throughout the city that the riders needed to navigate to succeed. Ten racers would try to outrace one another until they reached the end where the first three riders who finished would be declared the winners and earn their names etched onto the stones hung up by the arena and live on forever. Not only that but the three winners also received medals for their win. After the race was over, festive celebrations and parties occurred in the city.

All in all…these celebrations were unlike any before in Astapor and it wouldn't be the only time. But while they were a joyous occasion, they did mark that things were solidified enough in Astapor so Will could continue his journey through Slaver's Bay. Next stop…Yunkai.

End of Chapter 5

I hoped you guys liked the chapter. A little more work done for Will in Astapor and the city is progressing very nicely. Its people are doing well, it's sustaining on its own without slavery and working to secure its borders. And it's started a new type of celebration and games that might catch on. Sorry if this took a while, I'm working from home with everything going on but I've still got work to do and I've worked on my other stories too but don't worry, this one is going away anytime soon. I hope everyone is staying safe and healthy. These are crazy times but stay strong and watch out for each other.

Next chapter, Will's time in Astapor has reached its end. He's done all he can and he's sure that they are capable of standing on their own. So, he sets his sight on the next city, Yunkai. What obstacles will he face as he makes his way there and what new enemies are in his path. Until next time.

I hoped you guys liked the plot points I laid out for future stories. Obviously, Will's gotten some new friends and his decisions have had outcomes both expected and unexpected. And he's beginning to undergo some odd dreams that are tied to his heritage. Will he find out what they are? Probably. I also hope you guys like his interactions with Missandei. I know a lot of people want them to be together and I'm leaning towards that but I'm also working on developing their relationship. I didn't want to force it and considering Will's personality, it's not something he'd do. Considering the type of man his father has become, he doesn't want to be anything like that. And we've gotten some developments with his supporting cast and a new ally in Garlan Tyrell and yes I've included him and Willas who weren't introduced in the show.

1). Imagine Garlan Tyrell as similar in appearance to Henry Cavill.

William Baratheon: Son of Robert Baratheon and Lynna Stark, Prince of the Seven Kingdoms, the Blue Wolf, Slayer of the Iron Born, The Wolf of Storms, Breaker of Chains, Wolf of Justice, Stag of Righteousness, William the Conqueror, Khal of Tonitrua (Thunder)

· Appearance: Young Stephen Amell

· Birthdate: 279AC: 16 years old

· Regular Clothing/appearance: Boots, long black or grey trousers, light white tunic/shirt, dark blue/black leather jacket with hood and facemask. Armored Vambraces with hidden blades, Valyrian daggers holstered in boots, and Storm's Wrath slung over his left hip

· Armor:

o Steel plated combat gloves

o Steel plated vambraces/forearm guards with Valyrian steel forearm spikes and attached hidden blades.

o Light metal leg greaves

o Iron plated Samurai Dō (Chest armor) colored black with flecks of dark blue and white with sigil of House Baratheon and Stark.

· Weapons:

o Black/Blue Goldenheart tree Composite Recurve Bow and Arrows usually kept in saddle holster

o Small throwing knives looped in belt

o Valyrian Steel stiletto dagger & Valyrian Steel Dragonbone dagger holstered in boots

o Valyrian steel bastard sword Storm's Wrath holstered around left hip

o Valyrian steel bastard sword Wolf's Fang holstered over left shoulder or in saddle holster when riding

o Hidden blades taken from assassin and secured on forearm bracers

· Swan Ships: The Jackdaw, The Aquilla, The Black Pearl, The Flying Dutchman

· Notable Talents: Expert archer/trained in the Summer isles speed archery, knife thrower with expert aim and marksmanship. Agile and quick moving, self-trained in parkour, Free running, and urban exploration. Smart and quick thinking on the battlefield. Knowledge of battle tactics, poison, wildlife, history, politics, and economics. Fluent in Low Valyrian, High Valyrian, Summer Tongue, and Dothraki.

· Personality: Smart, attentive, wise, honorable up to a point, caring, generous, humble and cares about others. Hates backstabbers, deceivers, people who violate his trust or think they are superior to others. Doesn't like to be treated like a child or an idiot. Unrelenting against his enemies or those who harm innocents or his family. Prone to carrying the weight of the world on his shoulders or self-doubt in certain situations.

· Army: 12,000 Unsullied soldiers, 3,000 Dothraki Calvary, rapid-fire ballistae, black powder artillery,

· Allies:

o Cedric Angar: personal tutor and once trained to be Maester, trusted friend

o Ser Arthur Dayne: Sworn Sword, protector, and trainer

o The Stark Family of Winterfell: Family

o Robert Baratheon: Father

o Stannis Baratheon: Uncle and Lord Paramount of the Stormlands

o Ser Davos Seaworth: advisor of Stannis Baratheon and trusted friend

o Ser Barristan Selmy: Commander of the Kingsguard, sworn to protect him

o Hundred Eyes: Kung Fu trainer and friend

o Gendry: squire, friend, and younger half-brother-age 13

o Edric: friend and younger half-brother-age 12

o Hercules: Leader of band of mercenaries, incredible strength, and skilled fighter

o Autolycus: Second in Command, expert knife thrower, thief, and spy

o Amphiaraus: Expert spear fighter, supposed seer and prophet

o Tydeus: Feral warrior, relentless and highly dangerous in combat

o Atalanta: Excellent combatant, tracker, and Amazon Archer

o Iolaus: Persuasive, excellent negotiator, storyteller, and orator

o Joshamee Mr. Gibbs: Commodore and captain of the Prince's Swan Ships, expert sailor and naval combat operator

o Adewale: Second in command of the Prince's Swan Ships, expert sailor and naval combat operator

o Missandei: Personal handmaiden, translator, advisor, confidante, and friend.

o Grey Worm: Unsullied soldier and commander of Unsullied Legion

o Orys: Golden Crown Eagle

o Roach: Personal horse, fast, brave, a bit of a jester

Disclaimer: I don't own Game of Thrones or any mentioned properties, all rights belong to their respective owners. I'm just a big fan.