Dragonborn Gothic 3 - GOT
Part 2
Astapor. Esso.
Autumn has fallen across the world, with winter not far behind. The people should be preparing for years of snow and ice, but the Seven Kingdoms of Westeros instead remain gripped by civil war. Would-be king Renly Baratheon has been assassinated by a shadow-creature, altering the alliances in the war. The cruel boy-king Joffrey Baratheon has won a great victory by securing an alliance with House Tyrell, with his supporters defeating his Uncle Stannis in an epic battle. Joffrey now commands the largest armies in the realm and his rule is more secure than ever.
While the young King Robb Stark remains in the field, however, his homeland, the North, is partially under Ironborn occupation. Robb needs to decide on a course of action to win an overall victory. He must also win back the allegiance of House Frey, whom he has offended by breaking his marriage pact with their ruling lord. King Robb has won every battle he has fought, but as with old King Robert, the Starks will have to see if good generals can make good kings.
Stannis Baratheon may have been defeated at the Battle of the Blackwater Bay and most of his army destroyed or scattered, but he is not out of the fight yet. Having retreated to his headquarters on Dragonstone island with his handful of surviving soldiers, Stannis' status as the last legitimate heir to his older brother Robert still casts a shadow over Joffrey's claim to the throne. With the priestess Melisandre at his side, Stannis can still influence the course of the war by striking where least expected.
The lives of many others still hang in the balance. Bran Stark and his protectors must cross the frozen wastelands of the North so as to reach the Wall, while Arya must brave the war-torn Riverlands in search of her mother and brother.
Meanwhile, Brienne of Tarth has the potentially dangerous task of escorting the captive Jaime Lannister home across hundreds of miles in an attempt to return him to King's Landing in hopes of exchanging the Kingslayer for the daughters of Ned Stark.
At Winterfell, the Ironborn Prince Theon Greyjoy must face the consequences of his actions at Winterfell. And in King's Landing, both Tyrion Lannister and Sansa Stark must brave the currents of a much more dangerous court in order to survive the great game.
Beyond the Wall, the White Walkers are on the move, threatening both the Seven Kingdoms and the lands of the Free Folk. While the Night's Watch faces the threat of the White Walkers in the field, Jon Snow must infiltrate the wildling army of Mance Rayder and discover the King-Beyond-the-Wall's plans.
Here on the eastern continent, Daenerys Targaryen had fled the political viper-pit that was Qarth with a new and powerful ally at her side. Her dragons are growing and her fame was rapidly spreading, but to take the Iron Throne she will need more supporters and an army. Both could be found in the corrupt cities of Slaver's Bay. For a price.
"Once I own an army of slaves, what will I be?" the Mother of Dragons wondered.
While talking she watched a little girl run on the other side of the crates, for some reason the child was hiding from her or at least pretending to. She must be playing a game of some sort.
"Do you think these slaves will have better lives serving Kraznys and men like him or will they live better by serving you?" Ser Jorah asked her back "You'll be fair to them. You won't mutilate them simply to make a point. You won't order them to murder babies. You'll see they're properly fed and sheltered. A great injustice has been done to them. Refusing to buy them will not undo it".
They passed the crates and the little girl came out of hiding. She rolled the ball she held to Daenerys, who crouched to pick it up. The girl motioned for her to twist it. As she was about to, a hooded man brandishing a fine looking sword knocked the ball from her hands. Jorah was quick to take the man by the throat as Daenerys fell to the ground and watched as the ball opened on its own accord.
A moment later some creature crawled out of it and it hissed at her as Daenerys scrambled to get away from the unnatural thing. Jorah released the hooded man as he rushed to protect his queen. The hooded man came to her aid first. He speared the horrible looking insect with his sword as it scurried toward Daenerys. He watched as it squirmed for life before its legs stilled. He flicked the little monster from the blade as Jorah chased after the little girl, but she disappeared into the crowd so he turned back to find the hooded man helping his queen to her feet.
"I owe you my life, Ser," Daenerys said to the hooded man,
Her saviour removed his hood before speaking
"The honour is mine, my queen" he replied.
Jorah walked toward the man, and the Mother of Dragons realised that her protector already knew this man.
"You know of him?" she asked,
He nodded.
"I know him as one of the greatest fighters the Seven Kingdoms has ever seen," said Ser Jorah "and as the Lord Commander of Robert Baratheon's Kingsguard".
She noted that Jorah's hand was on the hilt of his sword, ready to unsheathe it.
"If he was to kill me, he wouldn't have stopped that creature" she pointed out.
Jorah nodded and let his hand fall from the sword.
"King Robert is dead," said the old knight.
Dany gave Jorah a quick look before looking at the old man again.
"I have been searching for you, Daenerys Stormborn, to ask your forgiveness," said the warrior.
"My forgiveness, ser?" she asked
The warrior frowned, he seemed sad.
"I knew your family well," he said "I was sworn to protect them. I failed them, Your Grace".
He sank to one knee, his hand on the hilt of his sword. He unsheathed it and Jorah took a step forward but the young queen placed a hand on his arm to stop him. The man held the sword in front of him, one palm under the hilt, the other under the tip of the blade.
"I am Barristan Selmy, Kingsguard to your father," the warrior told the Mother of Dragons "Allow me to join your Queensguard and I will not fail you again. My sword is yours, your Grace".
She took some time to think this over. She knew better than to be hasty in her judgments, and she had reasons not to trust this man, but she was rather short on allies.
"Rise, Ser Barristan" the silver-haired woman commanded "You shall come with us. I will consult my advisers, and then we will determine if you shall join us permanently".
She wanted to speak with Thane Gothic and Ser Jorah before deciding if to trust this Ser Barristan.
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Astapor. Esso.
"So can I trust him?" the future Queen asked me.
Since we were in a private room, and she was naked I found it to be some work to focus on that question she'd just asked me rather than keep admiring her naked form. She truly was a beauty, even as her body shivered under my touch, and my fingers ran over her shoulders, down the smooth skin of her back and onto the curves of her hips. As she laid next to me I caressed her ass, squeezing and kneading the firm flesh. I had a bit of an ass-fetish. Eventually, I moved a hand to her sex, rubbing my fingers up and down her slit, only gently touching her most private part.
I grinned as her hips tried to move back into my hand, and I had to wonder if she'd ever had this much fun while in bed with any other man. Experimentally, I pushed two fingers into her and rubbed her clit with my thumb. Her entire body shuddered and she let out a muffled sigh into her pillow as I played with her.
Next, I moved into a better position so that I was now behind her. I grabbed her hips so that I could bring her them up. My hands once again came to rest on that beautifully shaped ass of hers, as I pressed the tip of my cock up against her sopping wet cunt. Soon I began to push deep into the Last Targaryen, filling her inviting cunt with my cock slowly but surely. She had her face in a pillow and ass up in the air.
Her insides clutched at my dick, even though I found it rather easy to push into the tight passage, because of how wet she was. Eventually, I got all the way in and then I began to pull free, only to find her cunt clenching my cock, not seeming to want to let me go. I just laughed and gave her ass a slap, spanking her lightly seemed to relax her cunt, letting me get free more easily. Then I thrust it back in, grunting as I began to truly fuck the Last Targaryen.
She didn't like, perhaps because her dead husband had fucked her this way and before long she took control, at least for a short time, and I ended up laying down on the bed with Daenerys turned away from me. She bounced up and down on my cock while letting out short gasps every time she brought her hips down. This just went on and one, with Daenerys picking up the pace with each moment that passed. She'd picked up on the fact that I enjoyed looking at her bum and she did her best to keep it moving.
"Yes, ride me," I said, "That's my girl".
Once again she raised her body, pulling her warm cunt away from my cock until only the tip was still inside her snug slit, and then she gently lowered herself back down, sheathing my other sword in her to her hilt. The whole act was unbearably hot as the real Daenerys had a very sexy butt as I may have already mentioned, and after a few more minutes of this, even I could no longer stand it, and with a grunt, I filled her with my seed.
It took some time, but I did so soft and when I did she got off me, turning around so that she could smile at me. She was pleased with herself for making me cum with her directing the action. While I didn't want her to think that she had any control over me in the bedroom, I let her have this victory. Soon enough she'd be getting on knees before me again and sucking my cock with great gusto.
"You never did answer my question" reminded the Mother of Dragons "Can I trust this knight who failed my father".
I thought about as I remembered the knight in the show and the character of the man. After King Robert's death, the new King Joffrey publicly dismissed Barristan from the Kingsguard, which is normally an irrevocable lifetime appointment, on the grounds of old age and the fact he failed to protect King Robert. Not that can you ever really protect someone from their own stupidity.
However, the reality was that Cersei had been cleaning house by removing anyone from the court who wasn't a dedicated Lannister loyalist. Barristan's shock turns to outrage when Cersei announced that his position as Lord Commander of the Kingsguard was to be given to Jaime Lannister.
My memories allowed me to recall how Barristan openly denounced Ser Jaime since he was the Kingslayer, and how the Lannisters tried to ease this transference with promises of a comfortable retirement. Only that had been a very bad move as Barristan didn't want to die an old man in bed, most likely at the hands of a Lannister hired assassin. He'd sworn his life to defending the crown and the crown had betrayed him so naturally, he'd sought out someone worthy of his service.
"You can trust him," I told the future queen "but if you take him on you have to understand that he will die serving you, and that is what he wants. Listen to his advice and when the time comes you have to let him die in battle".
In this place, it was what I would have wanted.
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Astapor. Esso.
While the grip on the hilt of my sword was tight, Daenerys looked rather relaxed, not at all concerned that we were being kept waiting. She also looked rather regal since she was wearing a rather nice outfit some dressmakers had put together at short notice and at great expense. Having someone around who could turn iron ore into gold was proving to be very helpful for the Mother of Dragons, and this was good as I wanted her to need me, in fact, she was already coming to me for advice. She hadn't accepted Ser Barristan until I'd assured her that he was an okay sort of guy.
That we were waiting didn't bother me so much, it was the location in which we were kept waiting. The Plaza of Pride was far from the most disgusting part of Astapor, at least in terms of public hygiene, but it was a horrendous reminder of how mundane slavery was in this part of the world, and of how little the masters cared for the lives of the slaves. It made me want to use my sword on someone. I was starting to understand why Miss Stormborn would do what she would soon do.
Without even turning my head I could see more than a dozen types of slaves. From bodyguards to singers, to dancers. From wet nurses to those that would be inevitably tossed into the pits to fight each other or the wild beasts that were sometimes let loose in the arenas. Plus there were women, the kind of woman who you couldn't even call whores because a whore could always refuse you. Of course, there were also the simpler slaves, the labourers, the cooks, and cleaners that all masters required. What from I'd heard to not have at least one of each was to have no status in this city, and that spoke volumes about the ruling class here.
Then there were soldiers, the Unsullied were impressive from what little I'd seen of them in reality. When displaying their skills, which they had done for us already by going through some drills yesterday, the Unsullied moved as a singular being. Their shields interlocked, and their spears stabbed out in unison. They could do this because they had been mercilessly trained to fight as part of a unit. Only as part of a whole.
The slave-soldiers clearly outshone the few free men who'd chosen to become defenders of this city. This was no surprise. No free man would ever wish to undergo the rigorous training that the Unsullied had forced upon them, and their more expensive equipment could not make up for that difference. Nor was the slight advantage they had in having some kind of free will.
"Tell me of them" Daenerys instructed, her own gaze resting on the Unsullied without expression.
Jorah responded first and I tuned out the information while keeping an eye out for trouble. I felt vulnerable without my dragon-plate armour, but if I'd worn the set I'd have collapsed by now due to the intense heat, even the Dragonborn had his limits.
Not that it was my own well being that concerned me, what had me really worried was that Miss Stormborn, a woman I'd gone to bed with just last night, was about to kill a lot of people. I was here in Astapor, willingly aiding a woman who would soon be a mass murderer. Granted the so-called 'Good Masters' weren't nice people at all, but that didn't mean they were all evil. Did it?
Sure the Unsullied killed babies because they were ordered too, and they'd been more or less brainwashed into following orders, but that didn't mean every master would give that kind of order. What about those who trained slaves to clean houses and work in kitchens, were they so cruel? Should I allow her to slaughter them.
Slavery did need to be stopped, and violence would be required to do that, and what really mattered was that I needed an army with me when I went to fight the Night King, which meant I needed to stick with the Mother of Dragon, as he did need stopping. Everyone would die if he wasn't stopped and there was something inside me that really wanted to fight him. I really wished that I'd been able to find out how he was defeated in the show, but I'd left my world before the final season had started.
"Gothic?" a voice.
I turned to face the pretty young queen.
"We have been asked to proceed to the meeting place," she said
Oh goody.
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Astapor. Esso.
"The Unsullied have stood here for a day and a night without water," the translator said
She was translating for her master Kraznys... something or other. I'd already forgotten his name. I didn't see much point remembering it since he'd be dead soon.
"The things will stand until they drop, they are so obedient," Kraznys said in Valyrian.
Missandei repeated the statement, without any pride, in the common tongue. Neither Miss Stormborn or I needed any translating, as I understood everything I heard thanks to a translation spell, and she spoke Valyrian because she was descended from Valyrian nobility.
"They may suit my needs," Daenerys said, in the common tongue while sounding casual "Tell me of their training".
I noticed that the exiled royal did not speak to the 'Good Master', but to the translator.
"The Westerosi woman is impressed but speaks no praise in order to lower the price" Missandei informed her master. "She wishes to know how they are trained".
Harshly would be my answer.
"Tell her what she wants to know and be quick about it" Kraznys ordered, "The day is hot, and I grow bored".
The translator did as she was commanded.
"They begin their training at five. Every day they drill from dawn to dusk until they have mastered the short sword, the shield and the spear. Only one boy in five survives this rigorous training," Missandei informed everyone who listened "Their discipline and loyalty are absolute. They fear nothing".
While looking at them it was easy to believe that.
"Even the bravest men fear death," Jorah said.
In my experience this was true.
"The knight says that even brave men fear death" Missandei translated for her master.
"Tell the old man he smells of piss," Kraznys responded.
Missandei hesitated to obey
"Master?" she asked, "Are you sure?".
This Kraznys guy really needed to work on his sales pitch. Not that he would get the chance.
"No! Are you a girl or a goat to ask such a thing?!" he berated. "Tell the old man that the Unsullied are not men. Death means nothing to them".
Which she did.
"Can they ride a horse?" I asked, "They will need to fight the cavalry used in Westeros and maybe even the Dothraki?".
I'd spoken in English, but the 'Good Master' heard me in his own language due to the effects of my spell, yet he didn't care to address me directly, which was rude, nor did he show any sign that he'd understood me.
"Tell the boy that they are better trained than those horse lovers," he said to his translator "and not to talk of matters of which he knows nothing".
Now I took solace in knowing that the disgusting slaver would be dead soon. How dare he call me a boy. He had no idea who I was and what I'd been through. I just happened to look young because I'd been de-aged by some unknown force when I'd become the Dragonborn.
"My master assures you that they more than make up for not being able to ride with their training, and their discipline," she told me
Miss Stormborn spoke next.
"I have heard tell of the discipline of the Unsullied," she said "and I am sure that it is impressive, but they are still only soldiers. And as soldiers they are men. They have the same limitations as any man would".
After Melisandre did her job, Kraznys sneered again, then he went and cut off one of the nipples of an Unsullied.
"Tell the good master there is no need..." the young queen spoke hurriedly.
As it turned out Kraznys understood her, or at least the tone of her voice which expressed concern, as he replied before his translator even said anything
"She's worried about their nipples? Does the dumb bitch not know we've cut off their balls?" he said.
Missandei did her best to sanitise those words.
"Master Kraznys points out that men don't need nipples," she said.
Why did men have nipples? It was an odd time and place to wonder about that, but not knowing was now bugging me. I'm sure it would come to me later.
"Before his training is complete an Unsullied must go to the slave quarters, find a newborn, and kill it before its mother's eyes before paying a silver coin for the trouble," Missandei told us "This way, my master says, we make sure there is no weakness let in them".
Miss Stormborn was not happy about this.
"You take a babe from its mother's arms, kill it, and pay for her horror with a silver coin?" she asked.
Daenerys' tone contained a significant amount of disgust.
"My master would like you to know that the coin is paid to the baby's owner, not the mother," the translator told us after she'd spoke to her owner.
Things progressed quickly. The payment had already been arranged behind the scenes. Now it was time to hand over the merchandise. There was no need to sell a dragon this time as I had just kept turning more iron into gold.
"Is it done then?" Daenerys asked of Kraznys, as she looked at the whip now in her hand. "They belong to me?".
Even with his knowledge of what was next, I found myself struggling to stand still. I wasn't sure what I wanted to do, but I wanted to do it.
"It is done. She holds the whip. The Bitch has her army" Kraznys said.
"It is done. You hold the whip, and so they will obey your orders." the translator informed Daenerys.
Any moment now.
"Attention!" she shouted.
At her use of a high valyrian word, which roughly translated as 'attention' to me, everyone turned to look at the queen.
"Forward march!" she then ordered
The Unsullied marched forwards.
"Halt!" was her next command.
The unsullied ceased their movement.
"You speak Valyrian?!" Kraznys said, shocked to his core.
He was such a dumb ass.
"I am Daenerys of the House Targaryen, of the blood of Old Valyria" she said as her eyes narrowed, and she glared at the slaver as one would look at a piece of offending dirt. "Valyrian is my mother tongue".
Then she turned and looked at her new army.
"Slay the masters! Slay the soldiers! Slay every man holding a whip!" she told them "But slay no child and strike the chains off every slave you see!".
Two lesser masters were unfortunate to have been walking amongst the Unsullied, checking that their formation was as perfect as it could be. They died first, speared from behind by two fast-acting unsullied.
"Stop this!" Kraznys shouted.
The young queen knew that they wouldn't obey.
"I AM YOUR MASTER!" he roared.
They didn't listen, and I watched as the Unsullied killed everyone in sight who wasn't a slave like them, or a civilian. I'd seen in the show, but this was different. The Unsullied just killed and killed, no matter how much anyone begged for mercy, or how old they were. I saw a young man, little more than a boy, pick up a whip to defend himself after he watched an older man, possibly his father, be cut down. The Unsullied killed him too, and the slaughter just kept going on. Women wept, children screamed, men died and above three small dragons roared.
What made it all the worse was Daenerys expression, she wasn't happy, nor did she looked like what was going on around was some grim but necessary. She looked totally unaffected, and that was chilling. Still, I didn't freak out or anything since I was used to people dying all around me.
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Council Chambers. Kings Landing.
Varys, popularly known as the Spider, was the Master of Whisperers on the Baratheon small council and more lately the Lannister lead council. Although he feigned support for her assassination while serving under King Robert Baratheon, Varys's true loyalties would eventually be revealed to belong to Daenerys Targaryen (not that she was aware of this), as he believed her rule would be the best way to preserve peace and prosperity in the Seven Kingdoms.
As a boy, Varys travelled with a troupe of actors all around the different Free Cities until a sorcerer in the city of Myr made an offer Varys's master couldn't refuse. Varys was sold to the sorcerer. Varys believed that the man would sexually abuse him, but what the sorcerer wanted from the boy was, in Varys's eyes, even worse. The magic-user gave the young Varys a potion that made him unable to move or speak but didn't dull his perceptions or sense of pain and then very literally emasculated him (cutting off his testes and penis both) so he could use his sexual organs in a magical ritual, burning them in a brazier.
When the sorcerer had thrown Varys's genitals in the brazier, the fire had turned blue, the sorcerer called and a voice replied back. Afterwards, the sorcerer had no more use for Varys and threw him in the streets to die. His experience at the hands of the sorcerer had also left him with a bitter hatred for all forms of magic and its practitioners.
Varys resolved to live no matter what: begging, stealing, and doing anything he needed to in order to survive. He also became an excellent thief, but soon learned that stolen information was often a far more valuable commodity than any physical goods, and he worked his way up from the slums of Myr.
He became a master spy and information trafficker, and over time his influence and reputation grew so great that he eventually found himself becoming a member of the Small Council here in the Seven Kingdoms. As a member of the King's Small Council, he served as the Master of Whisperers, the King's foremost spymaster and intelligence agent. He held no inherited title, castles, or lands in Westeros, but is called "Lord" as a courtesy due to his position on the council, which traditionally is made up of high lords.
Varys served as a chief adviser to Aerys II Targaryen, who at that time, did not trust anyone, not his wife Rhaella Targaryen, his son Rhaegar Targaryen or his Hand of the King Tywin Lannister, although no one would blame him for not trusting Tywin.
When the Mad King arrested Brandon Stark for threatening Prince Rhaegar, Varys and the rest of the Small Council urged the King to pardon Brandon on the grounds that he was the heir to Winterfell and the Prince had abducted his sister. However, the King refused to heed their advice and had both Brandon and his father brutally executed. This led to a rebellion that ultimately toppled the Targaryen dynasty.
When Tywin arrived at King's Landing with the entire Lannister army at his back, professing loyalty to his beleaguered King after the rebels resounding victory at the Battle of the Trident, Varys warned Aerys not to open the gates, as did Tywin's own son in the Kingsguard, Jaime Lannister. However, Grand Maester Pycelle told Aerys what he wanted to hear: that he could trust Lord Tywin. So Aerys ordered open the gates and Tywin sacked the city, and Jaime wound up stabbing Aerys in the back
Despite his previous loyalty to the Targaryens, Varys was pardoned by the new King Robert Baratheon and allowed to keep his position on the Small Council under the advice of his Hand, Jon Arryn. Now he served the Lannisters, or at least he appeared to.
"What news do you have?" asked the Hand of the King.
This wasn't a full meeting of the small council, only Tywin Lannister and Varys were here.
"My Lord Hand, word has just reached me that Daenerys Targaryen has sacked Astapor" the bald man reported "killing the slave masters with her army of Unsullied before marching away from the city with the freed slaves".
Tywin had no love for slavers and cared not at all that they were dead. No, what concerned him was that a threat to the crown, the position occupied by his grandson, was desired by a woman who not only had three dragons, albeit small ones, but also an army of remorseless killers. Daenerys Targaryen had indeed moved on from Astaphor and soon she'd be conquering another city, but it would be happening far from here.
"There is also news that she travels with a powerful sorcerer" added the Master of Whispers.
Tywin didn't believe in magic and didn't care if some charlatan had gained the favour of Daenerys Targaryen. If she was foolish to accept such men info her confidences then before she'd come to a grisly fate long before she sailed across the narrow sea. If she didn't then they would have to prepare for her and her dragons, as if they turned out to be anything like the beasts of legends they would be formidable in battle.
"Keep this information to yourself" Tywin commanded "There's nothing we can do about Daenerys Targaryen for the moment, and there are threats much closer to the city we need to handle. Robb Stark is still on the field and Stannis has some foreign priestess at his side who is no doubt going to urge him into another attack".
The crowns new alliance with the wealthy Tyrell family had strengthened the position of how Lannister, but they still enemies at the door, once they were dealt with only then would the Hand of the King would turn his attention to Daenerys Targaryen and her allies.