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Dragonborn Gothic 3 - GOT
Part 9
House of the Undying. Qarth
The Warlocks were once a group of magic practitioners based here in the city of Qarth. As a collective, they'd gather at the House of the Undying and spend their time going over old manuscripts and drinking a substance known as the shade of the evening. Even doing a little magic, when it worked.
Similar to the Alchemists' Guild of the Seven Kingdoms, the warlocks' power and prestige had waned over the years, and some of the Qartheen elite regarded them with contempt. Nevertheless, the Warlocks, even at their lowest, held a permanent seat among the Thirteen, which for many years had been the ruling council of Qarth.
After centuries of decline, the magical power of the Warlocks grew stronger and stronger in the weeks and months following the hatching of Daenerys Targaryen's dragons. Sometime after her arrival in Qarth, the Warlocks, through Pyat Pree, formed an alliance with Xaro Xhoan Daxos to kidnap both the dragons and Daenerys Stormborn herself in exchange for their aid in making Xaro Xhoan Daxos the King of Qarth.
Since their magic was strongest in the presence of the dragons, and they were strongest in hers, they'd planned to keep both Mother of Dragons and her children as prisoners here in the House of the Undying. That hadn't gone very well as some brute in strange armour had entered the House of the Undying and he'd slain the Chief Warlock Pyat Pree before Mother of Dragons. They'd left turmoil in their wake and the Breaker of Chains now seemed to be beyond the reach of the Warlocks, but perhaps that would change.
Xin was the only Warlock still living in the tower, and he'd spent his time going over every piece of parchment he could find, trying to find a way to avenge his fellow Warlocks, it was during this time that Xin had been contacted by his news lord and master Hermaeus Mora, a god of knowledge.
In exchange for real magic, including some rather powerful spells, Xin had been providing his lord with the collected knowledge of the Warlocks, which was extensive, and for the promise of even more power, Xin the Warlock had agreed to provide his master with another service.
"Have you done as I asked?" Hermaeus Mora inquired.
Xin was kneeling before his lord who appeared to him as a great eye within a swirling vortex.
"Yes, my lord" replied the Warlock "Using the wealth you provided me with I have hired the best sellswords the city of Qarth can provide".
This greatly pleased Prince Hermaeus Mora.
"You will hunt the Dragonborn and if you can not capture him you must slay him" commanded the great eye.
The Last Dragonborn had escaped from the realm of Apocrypha, and this very much displeased the Prince. Had Gothic fled to Mundas then Hermaeus Mora would have been able to quickly locate the mortal, but the warrior had gone much further than that. Beyond what even Hermaeus Mora knew.
Since Hermaeus Mora had a claim upon the Dragonborn the Prince of Knowledge was able to use this connection to track him across realities and to this world, a tricky feat even for a Daedric Prince, and Hermaeus Mora's ability to influence events in this world was limited since he was so far from his own realm.
So Hermaeus Mora had sought out those who desired knowledge, reaching out to them, sifting through their memories as they slept, taking up much time until he'd found a minor mage, a man who'd once glimpsed the Dragonborn and had some knowledge of him. The Prince then quickly brought the Warlock under his control, testing how easy the mortals of this world were to tempt, and making Xin his servent.
He was only the first servant in this world that Hermaeus Mora would bring into his service. Now that he understood the mortals of this world and had knowledge of it, he knew who to make contact with so as to bring out about his goal. The Dragonborn would be returned to Apocrypha and the warrior would learn his place.
"Go now my servant" instructed the Prince "Find the Dragonborn and once you do make contact with me. Should be successful I will reward you with the Oghma Infinium."
The Warlock stood up and left without delay. He was ready to serve his master in this matter and as he withdrew his presence the Prince wondered what he would do with the world he'd found. If he'd been one of his more violent siblings he may have invaded, but such things didn't interest Hermaeus Mora. Once he had his Dragonborn and brought some of the scholars of this world into his realm he would leave it be. But not until the Dragonborn was either returned to him or he was killed.
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Outside of Meereen. Essos.
The dragon called Drogon growled and backed up, his huge wings unfolding as the powerful beast moved away from me and my companions. I simply gaped at the creature for a moment or two after the dragon had moved back, out of range of its claws and hopefully its fire. The very dangerous animal had just dropped to the ground, and now he was just looking at me. Drogon sure had grown during my absence, far more than I'd imagined and he seemed too wild. Something was not right with him.
"You've grown," I murmured.
I spoke in the Tongue of the Dragons and told him Drem Yol Lok (Peace. Fire. Sky).
"Do you understand me?" I asked in the Common Tongue.
The dragon looked at me for another minute and he backed up another step, and then two more before he roared, letting loose some flame right up into the air. An action that made me back up but it clearly wasn't an attack. Drogon was trying to reply, but he was the wrong kind of dragon. He couldn't reply to me even if he might be understanding me on some level. I didn't think that the dragons of this world had true intelligence, but Drogon knew enough to know that I didn't want a fight.
"I'll take that as a yes," I said.
Drogo seemed to have accepted my presence here just outside of Meereen, I'd not opened a magical doorway directly into the palace in case it caused a panic. Perhaps I should have just taken Meera Reed, who like Arya Stark had become a follower of mine, and Arya with me directly into the city as they were not known to Drogon, but he'd not attacked them so all was well.
I'd wanted to bring Sansa here to speak with Daenerys about an alliance, woman to woman, but she'd sent Arya in her place as Sansa was still in talks with the Northern Houses, or at least that was the reasoning she'd given her half-brother just before we'd left. I suspected that she didn't want Arya around too much while she was consolidating her own power base in the North.
"It's okay I just came to see your mother," I told the dragon.
This was a bit tricky.
"Monah Siiv" (Find. Mother)
I watched as the dragon flew further up into the sky and I just stared at it for a few seconds. I'd ridden a dragon once, one that I'd help capture so I knew what a real dragon could be like. Drogon didn't match one of them for size or power, yet there was a savage beauty about him. He was not a smart creature when compared to the dragons I was used to, but I think he got the message about finding his mother.
"Come on let's get out of this heat," I said to Meera and Arya.
The younger of Ned Stark's two daughters was no diplomat, but I would be the one to convince the queen of this city to support the North, Arya just had to go through the formality and then simply accept the aid on Sansa's behalf once I'd convinced the Breaker of Chains. Hopefully, this would work out well and I'd be able to make some magical doorways to transport an army of former slaves. This army when under my command would help to liberate Winterfell and win the North for the Starks, just as I wished.
"That was a dragon," said Arya.
I'd forgotten that most people haven't interacted with the flying firebreathers as much as I had, or at all. It was going to take Meera and Arya a little while to process what they had just seen.
"You talked to it" Meera muttered.
While I would have liked for them to take time to deal with having to accept that dragons actually exist outside of storybooks this was not a good idea as both of them were in northern style clothing and we were in a desert. Pretty soon they'd start sweating buckets and become dehydrated so it was best that we enter the city and find some shade.
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Meeran. Essos.
"Are you here to see the Queen?" someone asked me.
I slowly turned to look at the speaker, noting that the man before me was a local, dressed in colourful robes. The native stared at me briefly before gesturing to the pyramid. He didn't know who I was, and that made sense as I wasn't wearing my dragon plate armour, and I still looked like am exotic Sell Sword. I would soon go back to wearing that set of armour as soon I would become well known to many in Westeros once I used my powers openly to help retake Winterfell.
"The Queen is still receiving citizens but won't be for long. I suggest you hurry" he advised.
I thanked him and tried to go see Her Grace directly, but I was rebuffed since the new bureaucrats here didn't know who I was and I didn't feel like kicking up a fuss. Thankfully it was just a half an hour before a young woman beckoned to me, letting me know that it was time to face the woman I'd left behind what seemed like months ago.
"Her Grace, the Queen, will see you now" a former slave informed me.
Soon I followed her into the throne room. There were Unsullied at the doorway and they glanced at me for a moment, before looking away having already realised who I was. I'd gone into battle with many of them so they knew me and when I entered the throne room they showed respect to me by slamming their spears into the ground a few times.
"You stand in the presence of Daenerys Stormborn, of the House Targaryen, the first of her name, the Unburnt, Queen of Meereen..."
I stopped this.
"Thank you, Missandei," I said "We have met before"
I looked up, past the steps and beheld Queen Daenerys Targaryen, and I felt my heart started to beat more rapidly. I'd forgotten how attractive she was with her silver-gold hair and the violet eyes of House Targaryen. The actress who played her one television was a good match, but the real Daenerys wasn't totally human due to her dragon blood and she was attractive in a way a human woman couldn't achieve.
"Your Grace," I said while giving a smile "It's good to see you again".
I gestured to two women behind me.
"These fine ladies are Arya Stark of Winterfell and Meera Reed of House Reed" I introduced "They've come to discuss an alliance between some of the Houses of the North and true ruler of the Seven Kingdoms".
No one in The North wanted a bastard born of incest on the thone even if he hadn't been a Lannister, but the Stark family was understandably a little off-put by the idea of allying with the daughter of the Mad King, Dany's father, given what that ruler had done to Ned Stark's father and older brother.
"I think that you and I have much to talk about Arya Stark of Winterfell," said Her Grace.
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Meeran. Essos.
While Meera stayed with me Dany had taken Arya into a private room for a discussion that I had no part in. This official stuff had to be handled first and then I'd make the real arrangements with Dany when we were alone, but that would have to wait, and I didn't like that as I'd missed Miss Stormborn much more than I'd thought I would.
I was currently pacing around the throne room and occasionally turning to look at the Unsullied soldiers in the room. There was obviously a need for them if they were everywhere I looked, and that made me worry about those Son's of the Harpy, were they so active that an entire army was needed just to keep a semblance of order?
Given that I'd warned about a rebel movement springing up in the city the Unsullied and the soilders who'd been slaves once should have prepared as best they could, but there was quite a bit of tension in the air. I didn't think that the Mother of Dragons had a strong enough hold on this city.
"Gothic!" a voice familiar voice called out.
I turned to look at the young woman who acted as adviser and translator for Miss Stormborn. It had been some time since I'd seen her and she looked well.
"Her Grace has asked me to help you settle in while she talks with her guest" Missandei let me know "The Queen has asked you to join her for dinner tonight"
Meera and I followed Missandei further into the pyramid, and up a few sets of stairs. We finally came out on the level of the pyramid right below the Queen's I figured that given how high up we were, and this room also had a balcony, and there was only one above me so I knew that I was close to the Queen. The room that Missandei then left Meera and I in had a rather large bed, a washstand, as well as a table and chairs, and some stuff I didn't even know the purpose for. All in all, it was rather nice. My sleeping spaces hadn't been very pleasant of late.
Right away I went over to the balcony and looked out over the city. The sun was on its way to setting on the horizon and making the water look somewhat like it was on fire. Down below the people, who looked to be so small from up here, went about their chores in rather a rush. I figured they wanted to be indoors before it got dark. Given the monsters in golden masks out there I didn't blame them.
"This city is amazing," said Meera.
Meera had stripped off some of her clothing before joining me out here to enjoy some cooling night air, and we soon started kissing. Meera had quickly fallen into the role of companion rather well. She kept her eyes open, she didn't pester me, and she enjoyed me fucking her.
I began to remove her clothing once we got back inside the chamber and she helped me to undress her since she was eager for this as well. Her breasts were firm in my hands, small and rather nice to play with. Her legs were strong for such a small person but she was having trouble standing up so I took pity on the woman and threw her onto the bed.
"You like that, don't you?" I said to her as I pulled her breeches down "You like it when I am rough with you".
She was so much more fun to play with than Sansa Stark, who must be a Tully as she was a wet fish in bed. Meera was much more responsive and I didn't have to treat her as if she might shatter if I got a little rough. She actually liked it and liked to please me.
As I began to play with her now bare cunt, she'd shaved it for me, her hips bucked and I had to smile and she humped my hand. She had a big smile on her face, and she was looking at the bludge between my legs, she rather enjoyed my cock and it enjoyed her.
"I want it in my mouth, my lord," she admitted to me.
She worked to undress me and then she did her best to get me to lie on the bed so that she could lie on my naked body as she sucked my dick. As she did that I had access to her pussy, we couldn't get into a sixty-night because of the height difference, but I could rub her wet sex and probe it with my fingers.
The northern woman took me easily into her mouth, and she knew what she was doing, she licked my cock, licked my balls as well, before putting the whole of my man meat into her warm and wet mouth, and The Crannogwoman proved to be rather good at pleasuring me, but I wanted her to do more.
"Ride my cock" I ordered.
She did as I told her to do and she moved to straddle me and she guided my cock into her moist pussy which felt as if it sucked my cock into her. I grabbed Meera's narrow hips and forced her down.
"Fuck!" I swore, "You're so tight!".
The feeling of Meera's hot pussy around my throbbing prick made me smile, and she returned that look. Then as Meera began to move she closed her eyes. She very focused on the task at hand, and that was to ride my dick.
"You're doing a good job" I praised.
She would have done more, but this is when Missandei came in to tell me that her Grace wanted to see me, and she didn't react all to what Meera and I were up to.
"We'll finish this later" I promised Meera.
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Meeran. Essos.
Dany watched as the man known as the Dragonborn entered, bowed briefly before her, and went to sit at the empty place set at the table. He wasn't wearing armour or his sword right now, although he did carry a sword that was in a scabbard, yet she knew that he was very dangerous even without them given that he was a might spell caster. Also, she noticed how oddly he was dressed, the outfit was clearly from the lands he'd visited recently. Meant for colder weather, but if he was hot it didn't show, not that it would if he had the blood of the dragon. The heat never bothered her either.
As planned he was sitting right next to her with Ser Barristan standing in a corner of the small dining room, the old knight was still a bit wary of the magic-user even if he agreed it was good to have the man back. Grey Worm was at the door, watching her and Gothic. Not they would be a big help should the Dragonborn wish to harm here and he could alter the world around him by yelling, more or less.
They were the only two eating dinner that night for which Dany was grateful for that even with Ser Barristan guarding them. It only offered her more time to spend with a man she considered to be a lover, and it was nice not to have to worry about the city's troubles for a while. Tomorrow would undoubtedly bring her more trouble, such as the Sons of the Harpy issue or those horrid games the nobles wanted to watch, and Dany wanted to focus on spending tonight in good company, as well as do other things, possibly.
"Are you a dragonlord or are you not?" Dany questioned as servants started to bring in food "I know we've discussed this before. I'm just wondering if you've changed your mind. Are you sure you're not some secret Tarygarian?
Gothic eyeing the food with a certain eagerness but most thankfully at least some of his attention was on her. This actually amused the young queen, she'd been told that there were two ways to control a man, his stomach and something a little lower. She was thinking about using both methods this evening as needed to make sure the Dragonborn stayed loyal to her.
As for the dragonlord remark, she knew he wasn't even from this world, he'd told her that, but that was hard to imagine, it was a lot easier for her to imagine that some dragonlord, a forgotten relative of hers had somehow ended up in a distant land called Skyrim that still had many dragons and powerful magic.
"I am not," Gothic replied while grabbing some food for his plate.
He didn't grab too much, some of the meat and some of the fruit as well as some vegetables. Dany did the same as Gothic discussed what he'd learn while he'd been away. He'd done more than find the Queen some allies in the northern kingdom of Westeros. The sword he'd placed on the table, that she'd just assumed to be a gift turned out to be something rather special.
"You brought me Dark Sister," said Dany.
She'd recognised the sword there weren't many Valyrian Steel weapons in the world and this one had clearly been forged for a woman. Her brother had told her about the ancestral blades of their house so she knew the stories about this sword.
"Yes, Your Grace" answered the Dragonborn "I recovered when I learned the secret of forging Valyrian Steel".
That got her attention as much as the sword did.
"You know how to forge Valyrian Steel?" she asked, sounding both hopeful and somewhat doubtful.
The Dragonborn nodded.
"So how is Valyrian steel made?" Dany questioned, thinking that this would be useful to know.
Gothic soon told her.
"Its steel mixed with a small amount of dragonglass, it also requires just a few drops of the blood of the dragon, like from yourself, and there are some magic words to say during the forging," he said, "It's actually not that complex a process if you have a powerful enough magic-user and a skilled blacksmith, and there are a few people with the blood of the dragon in Westeros, although it's somewhat diluted. You'd be the best source for the blood needed and with a good smith we could get a few new swords made from the steel for your Queensguard, and maybe a couple of others to give to potential allies".
Dany pondered this.
"So you can use my blood to make a Valyrian steel sword I trust you to be careful with it," she said, "and we can get you dragonglass easily enough".
She knew that in another tongue it was called zīrtys perzys, which translated to "frozen fire". Fire and Blood the words of her House, that those words were linked to the creation of swords like Dark Sister, a sword she would keep close, shouldn't have come as news.
"Forge two for my Kingsguard" she instructed.
The two of them spent some time eating before anything more words were exchanged.
"I'll take you to see Rhaegal and Viserion tomorrow morning," Dany said.
With that conversation changed to that of dragons, and then later in the evening more pleasant things.
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Meeran. Essos.
"So you haven't been at all faithful to me" Dany stated as she got out of bed "Should I be jealous?".
I didn't think so.
"It's not like I've been visiting whorehouses," I said to the ruler of this city.
She didn't seem bothered. She must have realised that by sending me away that I'd see my pleasures elsewhere.
"What about those two Northen girls?" she asked, "Are you fucking both of them".
Not yet.
"Just Meera," I told her "Arya is a little young for me, and what about you?".
She smiled and assured me that there was no one else.
"Really no one at all?" I asked as I watched a naked Daenerys Stormborn pour her self a glass of wine "No man at all since me. No suitors have taken your fancy".
After some frantic fucking and before we'd get back to fucking, the subject had somehow become about the lovers we'd taken. Apparently Daenerys hadn't had anyone inside her since the last time I'd been here. I was almost certain that she was lying. Still, I was able to ignore that concern and enjoy her once she got back into bed with me.
She truly was a beauty 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 and she had noticed this. Eventually, I moved a hand to her sex, rubbing my fingers up and down her slit, only gently touching her sex before moving it away.
I grinned as her hips tried to move back into my hand, and I had to wonder if she really hadn't had this much fun for a while, she seemed very eager for me to rub her to a climax. Which I started doing. 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.
Upon hearing that I chuckled and moved into a better position so that I was behind her. From here I could push her up onto her knees, bringing her hips 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 she called out my name. Soon I began to push deeper into the Last Targaryen, filling her inviting cunt with my cock slowly but surely as to make sure that she enjoyed this well.
Her insides clutched at my dick, even though 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. And then I thrust it back in, grunting as I began to truly fuck the Last Targaryen.
Before long she took control as she had before when I'd tried to fuck from behind, and I ended up laying down on the bed with Daenerys turned away from me, bouncing up and down on my cock and letting out gasps with every thrust. This just went on and one, with Daenerys picking up the pace with each moment that passed.
She slowed down before long, drawing out this event, she didn't want me to cum too soon, and she knew from experience that I would when she rode me this way. Her hot cunt had that effect on me, and while it didn't bother her if I filled her pussy with cum she was more focused on getting herself off this time, not that I minded as she might have actually been celibate while I was gone.
The Mother of Dragons used her knees and hips to get my cock moving inside her. Sometimes she moved quickly and sometimes she moved slowly. She would try to scoot back somewhat only for me to not stay inside her when she got too eager to start bouncing about. My name came out of her mouth as worked to make us both very happy, and I did my best to hold onto her hips, not to direct the action, just to keep her falling off me.
She got herself off and stopped for a few moments, before turning herself around to look me in the eyes.
"You can finish inside me if you do the work," she said.
She came and laid down next to me.
"How cruel" I teased "I was enjoying that".
She smiled at me again.
"You've been fucking other women," she said "offending your queen. You're lucky I let you finish at all".
Before long I started to get on with things and pleased myself with her cunt as she kept smiling at me.
"How do they compare to me?" she asked.
She sounded a little worried.
"You're the most beautiful woman in the world," I told her "and your cunt is the hottest".
Not a lie as other woman didn't have her dragon's blood.
"Your flattery needs work," Dany said to me, "But thank you for saying it".
She didn't say anything after that as I'd started fucking her so hard that she lost the power of speech.
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Meeran. Essos.
With Meera Reed and Arya Stark behind me, I followed Daenerys and Ser Barristan down the multiple flights of stairs and as we went, we were joined by a group of Unsullied. They were lead by Grey Worm. He was wearing his helmet the entire time so until I got close I hadn't been able to confirm who he was. The Unsullied had a sameness about them.
We travelled down to the street and went around to the back of the pyramid, where there was a big hunk stone at the far end of it that looked like it could be slid aside. We were now on the east side of the pyramid, with the port and docks just a few city blocks away. The port and the vendors were busy this morning even though the sun had just rose into the sky. There was a strong breeze in the air, alas this was carrying the smell of human waste my way. Very unpleasant.
Daenerys stopped at the big, circular piece of stone. She gestured at the stone and a few Unsullied moved to push the door aside.
"I had Rhaegal and Viserion chained down here a few weeks ago," Miss Stormborn explained. "I tried to have Drogon chained too but he escaped".
At once I felt sorry for the dragon as it was dark down here and they couldn't even see the sky. This was no place for a dragon. At least Drogon was free of this place and he'd not done anything too bad since I'd returned to Meereen. He seemed to recognise the power in me and that made him behave himself.
"It was either this or risk them eating more children," Daenerys told me sorrowfully.
A roar filled the air and while I was not scared, I knew that the dragons would be easier to deal with if they saw their Mother.
"Ladies first" I invited.
Daenerys glared at me and then proceeded to walk into the cellar. I soon followed.
"Which one is which?" I whispered as we stopped at the foot of the stairs "They were a lot smaller when I last saw them".
Drogon as the largest and most fearsome was hard to miss, but the other two were hard to tell apart.
"The green one is Rhaegal," Daenerys explained. "The other is Viserion."
As soon as she finished talking, the sound of clinking filled the room. Chains moved about and dragons appeared. Rhaegal was on the left, with Viserion on the right.
"Viserion, Rhaegal," Dany started to say.
The dragons both roared and opened their mouths, flame brewing in their throats. Daenerys took a step back, but that was all.
"You aren't scared?" I asked
Daenerys turned to look at me, then she shook her head.
"I am the Mother of Dragons. I am not scared of them" she stated.
This was good to hear, and I began to instruct her on a little of the Dragon tongue. She didn't need to understand the words, she just needed to express her authority, to remind the two dragons that she was their mother.
"Remember when you commanded Drogan to burn that guy who sold you the Unsullied," I told her "Use the tone of voice and reach within before you say the words".
She did as I'd instructed.
"Drem Yol Lok!"
She was no Dragonborn, but it did have an effect as her children heard her speak.
"You should be able to let them out now," I told Daenerys "I fairly sure they won't eat children as long as you bring them living food, like goats. They want to get their own food and burn it, so I suggest staking out animals somewhere outside of the city, away from people".
Despite the people watching us her Grace kissed me.
"I'll find a way to thank you" Daenerys promised as she went over to undo the chains.
The collars dropped to the floor with loud thunks and then the two of us started to walk back to the stairs. Both Rhaegal and Viserion followed, sniffing and huffing loudly. Then once outside they took the skies and began to roar, but in what I knew to be a happy way.
"I think of a few ways you can repay me, my queen," I said to the monarch.
Judging by the look on her face she knew exactly what it was I wanted, and I figured I was going to get it. I would soon have my own army.
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Meeran. Essos.
"You're thinking about marrying someone just because they say they can stop the violence?" I asked.
I went over and sat down opposite the queen and her advisers as the Small Council session began. The news that she was considering marrying a local noble explained her lack of jealously over me fucking other women, she knew that we would have to stop messing about with each other and move on.
"That sounds foolish," I said.
Daenerys looked over at me and raised an eyebrow.
"You think I should marry someone else?" was her question.
My intention was not to suggest that we should marry.
"I presume you are still making plans to go west?" I asked back.
She better be Westeros needed her army in the North before the Night's King made it down past The Wall.
"Of course," she said.
Glad to hear it.
"If you plan on going west sometime in the near future, you should not marry someone who lives in Essos" I advised, "If you do marry it should be a to Lord of Westeros".
In Westeros marriage was, at least among the highborn, a way to gain allies.
"You are saying I should marry some Westerosi lord to gain an alliance?" Daenerys questioned.
I nodded my head
"If you want to rule even part of the Seven Kingdoms you should ally with the North right away" I advised "They want to be independent, so you need to assure them that you have no intention of trying to conquer them. You might be able to invite them back into the Seven Kingdoms on their terms, but that could take a while. As for marriage if you want to avoid a lot of bloodshed then you need to marry someone who will support your rule. This will give you fewer enemies to fight and more soldiers to fight with shortening the war. Dorne has a few princes for example".
It was clear that her Grace was thinking things over.
"I've considered this," she said, "But I want to stabilise Slaver's Bay before I leave. If my army simple leaves the Masters will be able to retake the Free Cities".
That I understood, but there was much more at stake.
"If the armies of the dead aren't defeated then there won't be anyone left to be enslaved" I stated "and you've built a militia force here so the former slaves should be able to look after themselves, and you can't watch over them forever. Westeros needs you".
Dany sighed and I figured that this was a good time to show her the two longswords that I'd had forged for her Queensguard. Both were newly forged blades of Valyrian steel.
"Ser Jorah, Ser Barristan," I said to them as I reached into my pouch of holding "My I present to you Loyalty and Guardian".
Jorah took Loyalty and Barristan took Guardian. Both of the weapons had dragon heads on the pommels.
"Valyrian steel, it never rusts, never needs sharpening and is surprisingly light," I told the knights.
Ser Barristan seemed pleased, Ser Jorah better hid his reaction.
"Quite the sword," he said as he admired my weapon "and named well. I will use it to guard our queen".
Daenerys cleared her throat and I turned to look at her with a small grin. Clearly she wasn't impressed with the whole 'boys and their toys' thing.
"Your Grace?" I asked.
I went over to sit with her.
"Gothic, we need to discuss you taking part of my army to The North," she said "I will give you command of a thousand soilders. Your Blades can serve as officers, and you may keep them in the North to help secure it. I will also send a thousand Unsullied, but they must be returned to this city as soon as possible since I need them here and you won't have enough supplies for them to operate for long in the North".
It might seem easier to have me transport all the warriors here to the North for the battle and keep them there so as avoid using ships, but an army needed supplies, equipment, spare weapons, quartermasters, cooks and so. My magical doorways had their limits it would take me a while just to move a couple of thousand men.
"Those men should be enough for you to secure Dragonstone," Dany told me "I want the island taken and if you can hold the island until I arrive then I will make you lord of Dragonstone".
The idea of seizing the island and having it as my own domain did appeal to me. For a long time, I'd basically been a murder hobo, pretty much a homeless guy who went around killing people and taking their stuff, only legally since that was allowed in fantasy lands as long as you did it the right way and the people I'd killed had been outlaws. But I'd not had a proper home, just places to store stuff. I'd mostly slept in the wild or in taverns.
Dragonstone could be mine. A fortress, a home, a place where I could study magic, stash my wealth and kill with attractive women. I could even get myself a harem, assuming I found enough willing women and didn't get bored of them.
"As you wish your Grace," I said.
So I had my army. Now I needed to get packed up and moved to Castle Black.