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She does need to be careful because after an event called the Dance of the Dragons came the Storming of the Dragonpit During the riots, a crazed mob urged on by a holy man's rantings, forced their way into the Dragonpit atop the Hill of Rhaenys and slew the four dragons housed within. Daenerys knows this and she also needs the High Septim to crown once she takes the throne. But she'll only accommodate them so much.

As for the Dragonborn, I sure wouldn't want to live in Kings Landing. Dragonstone is much better and without a seat on the Small Council, he can go off to and have other adventures with his harem.

Dragonborn Gothic 3 - GOT

Part 15

Dragonstone. Westeros.

Daenerys Stormborn of House Targaryen, The Mother of Dragons, and Breaker of Chains had imagined that she'd feel something profound upon her homecoming, after all, she'd been born here, during a fearsome storm, and yet she found this place to be alien to her. Perhaps this was due to all the changes that the Dragonborn had made to the island. She'd seen them long before she'd made a single footprint in the sand, there was a whole town on the island made from homes and other buildings that housed the Smallfolk, and those dwellings looked rather impressive, as did the places they went to work in.

Gothic had mentioned to her over the magical mirrors that they used to stay in touch that he'd been using Dwarves to upgrade the island, only until now Daenerys hadn't really understood all of what he'd meant, and while the town was impressive enough to look at the castle seemed downright formidable with its cannons, and strengthed walls. The cannons, the weapons that she'd been assured could sink whole fleets if ever required, they would certainly do what was promised. Should the usurper or one of his minions ever send a fleet to Dragonstone it would be an action they would very quickly come to regret.

The rightful heir to the Iron Throne couldn't wait to get inside the castle as while it didn't look as welcoming as she imagined while sailing here, she'd heard from her lover about how his hired masons and what he called engineers, had given the castle many luxuries such as hot water that came from pipes, meaning that she wouldn't need to wait for a hot bath she could have one whenever she wanted.

Further up the beach, Daenerys could see those who waiting for and their banners, the Direwolf of House Stark, for Arya Stark the lizard of House Reed, another Northen ally, for Meera Reed who'd recently arrived back on the island, the Kracken of House Grejoy, meaning Yara Greyjoy had arrived safely, and if all was well then the Ironborn who served the true Queen of the Seven Kingdoms would already be out scouting for her

Largest of all was her own banner showing the three-headed red dragon of her house. There was also a black banner with a single-headed silver dragon on it. This must be Gothic's banner. Now that he had his own castle it was right that he has his own banner, and he had the right to use the dragon as well.

As she walked up the beach towards the castle with her Queensguard following behind her, Dany's advisors kept a respectful distance without falling too far behind. Grey Worm, Melisande, Varys, Tyrion Lannister and an escort of Unsullied, would follow her into the castle once the formalities had been handled. If the fortress was everything that Gothic had promised it would shelter many people.

Already Daenerys could make out the soilders with her lover. His Blades were not a uniform force, unlike the Unsullied, and most were former slaves with a strong sense of loyalty to both her and the Dragonborn. Queen Daenerys Targaryen the Breaker of Chains may have given them freedom, but it Lord Gothic the Dragonborn who'd given them the power to protect that freedom. More than mere weapons and armour, he'd given them magical spells as well.

She didn't fail to notice how many females stayed close to her most powerful ally, she did feel some jealously about this, only not for long as she saw the way he looked at her. Daenerys, at least in her mind, was the only woman in the world who was truly worthy of having such a man serve her. Not that she would ever phase it that way within earshot of the Dragonborn least it wound his pride.

"Welcome to Dragonstone, Your Grace," greeted Gothic.

He didn't bend the knee rather he and his Blades saluted her by slamming their fists into their chests. With so many different kinds of people serving her, it wasn't odd for Dany to be greeted in different ways and she took no offence. Besides, she rather liked her lover's boldness and she would forgive him many things.

"You have my thanks for securing the island, Lord Gothic" she replied, "Reclaiming the home of my ancestors is just the first step to bringing the Seven Kingdoms back under the banner of House Targaryen".

Formally at least. Dany knew that that North would never fully be a true part of the Seven Kingdoms, and the Iron Islands wanted to be thought as separate as well, and that would fine as long as they acted as if the Iron Throne ruled them, and more importantly, that they brought their warriors to battle on her side. She'd granted Dragonstone to Gothic with similar terms since she didn't have an heir to become the Prince or Princess of Dragonstone and even if she did have children, other than her dragons, she wouldn't send them to this island, she would keep them close.

Gothic had earned this island and more, and while she'd rather have him close at Kings Landing, the Faith had become more powerful in recent months and she would need to appease the Sparrows, so having a sorcerer on her Small Council could cause trouble, but if the Faith pushed her too hard she'd unleash her dragons on them like any other enemy. Her dragons were even now flying around the castle, reminding all that she commanded the most powerful creatures in all the world.

"We'll wait for you in the war room" Gothic was saying after formal introductions were made, or rather reintroductions in this case, "If there is anything you need don't hesitate to ask".

Somewhere along the way, the Dragonborn had acquired the services of a female steward who looked the part of a warrior. Something Daenerys approved of as the world needed more strong women to take on roles normally considered to be only for men. If a person was well suited for a role they should be allowed to fulfil that role regardless of what they had between their legs. Daenerys thought what a person had between their ears was a much better measure of a person.

"Thank you, my lord," she said, keeping things formal, "Please attend me in my chambers I would like to speak to you alone before we begin planning our next course of action".

Gothic's face was bare as he was holding his dragonbone helmet in his hand, so he couldn't hide his smile. They both knew exactly what Dany wanted from him.

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Dragonstone. Westeros.

"So you want to form an Empire of Westeros" I summarised.

Miss Stormborn had spent quite some time explaining her plans for the future. Some of it was clearly my influence as I'd told her about the Septim Empire and how it had been set up. She'd been listening more intently than I'd thought at the time, and she'd adapted the Septim Empire to work for the Seven Kingdoms as best she could. Others had given their advice as well if I were any judge.

It did make some sense to shake things up as Dany wouldn't be the Queen of the Seven Kingdoms if at least two of those Kingdoms were mostly independent and placing the duty of running everything on a ruler, his or her hand, a few people on the Small Council did seem as it created a lot of work for just a few people. Perhaps it would be more effective if the burden of leadership was spread out among more people, only time would tell.

Dany had plans for a Grand Council that would allow for much representation for the different factions. It would take a good leader to keep such a large group in order, but my lover did have a way of getting people to listen to her, and she had some decent advisers. It should work if she could get enough support and the people of Westeros might be ready for a change. Things had been stagnant in many ways for far too long.

"Before you can bring about any of these changes your Grace you need to destroy all of those who stand in your way. The Tyrells and the Lannisters both have large armies" Ser Jorah stated as the war council studied the table that also served as a map of the Seven Kingdoms "While they have been fighting for years they still vastly outnumber us".

Daenerys had taken my advice about dividing her army into two legions, each made up of about four thousand Unsullied and another two thousand warriors of different kinds supporting them, including many who had been Unsullied in training. She had none of those horse riding rapist fuckers in her forces, but she did have sellswords from Braavos some of whom might be dependable but we weren't going to count on them.

Grey Worm command the first legion directly with one of his most trusted officers commanding the second, and I had my army that numbered about a thousand but not at all of them were warriors, many were battlemages of different kinds, healers, archers, and those who had taken on what roles were required. So not counting the sellswords and the sworn swords we could gather here in the Seven Kingdoms, Daenerys only had about 11 thousand men at her command. That wasn't counting the Iron Born since they were sailors and raiders, not soldiers, or the Sellswords. The army would be larger, but a militia force had been required to stay behind to ensure the Masters did simply retake the slave cities.

Granted we had magic, better weapons, warriors who loved their queen, and three dragons, as well as allies, but we were still vastly outnumbered, but only if the Lannister/Tyrell alliance stayed strong. We couldn't face that alliance in open battle so we would have to be clever in our conquests.

"Aegon the Conqueror had far less when he conquered the Seven Kingdoms," said Ser Barriston the Bold.

I leaned against the table while going over what I had in my mind many times before.

"We can take Kings Landing," I told everyone "I can make us a doorway right into the Red Keep and we can march an army inside and get behind all their defences, the tricky part will be holding the city, and we can't afford to weaken our forces as we still have a war in the north to win".

Aegon the Conqueror didn't have to worry about an army of the dead and their ice demon necromancer masters.

"We need to weaken our enemy before we strike at the capital" stated Yara Greyjoy, a woman I'd begun to enjoy having around who'd arrived a few days ahead of Daenerys "My Uncle controls the Iron Islands and is building a fleet he will use to support the usurper's rule, he wants to fuck a queen and that Tyrell slut will do".

The Lannisters weren't as much of a threat as the Tyrells and it was Margery Tyrell, the queen who ruled as much as anyone given that he husband was basically a mild-mannered boy who doted on his wife. The crown was locked in some sort of battle with the faith of the seven for control of Kings Landing, and while the Sparrows weren't anywhere near as powerful as they had been in the show's timeline they could still be an issue.

"We need to kill my Uncle" Yara insisted "and seize the ships he's been building for ourselves if we kill him I'm sure many of his captains will join us".

It also wouldn't hurt that I could have the Dwarves and this castle's smiths make them some cool looking swords if they signed on as symbols of office for those captains. The people of this world really liked having nice swords.

"Can you make a portal to the Iron Islands?" my queen wondered of me.

It should work. I'd need Yara Greyjoy to provide me with a memory of the best spot for the portal to appear. She had no trouble with magic, and why would she since she worshipped a Lovecraftian horror?

"I could take my Blades as well as Lady Yara's Ironborn raiders, and take the castle Pyke," I said to Dany "We will take them by surprise, and then move out of the castle. Then it will depend on how many men he has on the island".

My Blades and I were tough but we could get bogged down by the natives of the island.

"He left his best ships and crew at King's Land to blockade the Blackwater in case we sailed straight to Kings Landing rather than come to Dragonstone," Yara Greyjoy told me "Most of the people on the island will be labourers taken in raids who are being made to build the new ship so my Uncle will have many of his men working as guards or on the ships around the island. None of them will be able to mount a defence in time if we attack from within the castle, some of them might even sail off its looks like my Uncle is losing control, or turn their cloaks and side with us".

Her Grace was not happy all of a sudden.

"Euron Greyjoy has slaves building his ships?" she questioned.

Yara confirmed this.

"We do not sow" stated the pirate queen "Labour is for Greenlanders who we capture in our raids".

Dany gave me a look that let me know how important her orders would be.

"I want Euron Greyjoy dead and those slaves freed" she commanded.

Normally I didn't wish to kill lots of humans, that was why I made use of the Storm Call Shout because it had the effect of making men flee without actually killing too many people, but the Ironborn, they were a bunch of murdering, raiding rapists who enslaved people, and I didn't have as much mercy in me I used to so I would end Euron Greyjoy and his followers for her.

"If he's on that island I'll kill him" I promised.

And Yara would have her father's throne, something that would please her quite a bit, and she might even express her thanks in some way that pleased me.

"Then we'll take the Iron Islands before doing anything else" decided the Breaker of Chains "This will give us time for our allies to march. I've already had messages sent to our allies in the north and they should already be marching south, those who aren't guarding The Wall, and our allies from Dorne are coming here".

That had been using the magic mirrors to contact people for her, she'd made alliances with the Sand Snakes of Dorne, the men of the North, and the Iron Born before even setting foot in Westeros as they'd all come to her. She'd been able to make arrangements for such alliances while still ruling Meereen.

"I'll open a portal to Pyke in the morning," I told everyone in the room "So by nightfall, the islands will belong to Yara Greyjoy".

This promise was one I intended to keep.

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Dragonstone. Westeros.

Dany wouldn't normally sneak out of her room in the middle of the night like some naughty child who wanted to sneak a snack, she could just have whatever she wanted to be brought directly to her, she was the queen, but there was something rather thrilling about walking the dark hallways of this castle so late at night.

Admittedly the Unsullied escort following her as she headed to her lover's room spoiled the fun, but she didn't mind so much as she felt excited about what was about to happen, and she couldn't help wondering if she'd ever have done anything like this if she had grown to womanhood while living in this castle.

If she had grown up here she would not have liked anywhere near as much as she did now. This fortress was amazing, the hot water, the indoor toilets that just made human waste vanish, and rooms that seemed far larger than they should be, and that was a real blessing as Dany had far too many outfits to be stored in any normal-sized bedroom. It impressed her how comfortable this place had become and how many people it could shelter.

Once inside the chambers of the Dragonborn she found him alone, as expected since she'd told him that she would visit him later, it wouldn't do for anyone to know what she planned to be getting up to soon so she had her guards make sure that no one bothered them or hung around near Gothic's room. The Unsullied would obey her every command and not concern themselves with that their liberator got up to when she desired some privacy.

She found her greatest ally sitting on a solid looking wooden chair that was facing the bed, and she spent a moment wondering if the Dragonborn ever watched any woman on that bed. She imagined one of his followers touching themselves for him, or maybe he made them perform sexual acts on each other while he watched. Would he want to watch her lie on that large bed and touch herself? Perhaps she would?

"I prayed at the altar and drank the potions" she informed the sorcerer.

Given her experiences with magic, it had taken a great deal of courage and trust to do as the Dragonborn instructed, yet she trusted his power and the gods he'd told her about to remove the curse on her womb that supposedly left her barren, and given all that he'd done for her he had the right to sire her heir. She didn't really wish to marry, and while she might have to in order to secure an important alliance, she'd rather Gothic be the father of an heir as the combination of their bloodlines should produce a strong child, any husband of hers would simply have to accept that.

As he looked at she grabbed the only attachment to her clothing, a golden ring the size of a closed fist, she snapped it out and her silver-white dress which was almost the same colour as her hair, it fell to the floor. Dany was now totally naked and she started to slowly walk forward to the bed. While she walked, her hands ran down her body, and rested on her flat stomach, she rubbed it and imagined she felt a fertile womb.

Before long Gothic stood up and came over to her, she reached for him and began to undress him, taking her time to admire his muscles and trace the lines on his body made by old scars. She wondered how many had he gotten serving her, they all looked rather old, perhaps he'd wounded before they'd ever even met.

Once he was free from clothes and he began to touch her and they kissed. While they both were still standing the Dragonborn began to kiss down her neck, soon reaching her breasts, he had to kneel down so as to properly enjoy them. He didn't go any further down to her disappointment.

"Fuck me!" she said rather dramatically "I want to feel you inside me. I've been apart from you for so long".

That was her own fault, it had been important for the warrior to travel to Westeros to gain her allies in the north, and to secure Dragonstone, a choice made by the queen and regretted by the woman. Not that she thought about this for long as Gothic pushed her onto the bed and rolled her over so that he could spank her behind. This wasn't the sort of thing a lord should be able to his monarch, but she allowed it since she deserved such things because of this hard work, and because she liked it.

He soon began fucking her as he held on to her hips, she was warm, tight and wet for him, and she gasped as he began slowly thrusting inside her. She needed this more than she'd realised, not just a stiff cock inside her, they'd fucked recently, but to be bred. She closed her eyes and breathed deeply as the Lord of Dragonstone began pounding away, not unlike an animal, and Dany wondered if dragons should breed like this.

This wasn't how she wanted to it, she wanted to look him in the eyes, and as she was queen she got to do things her way. Dany turned them both around and pushed Gothic down on the bed, well really she pushed and had no effect, only encouraging him to move how she wished. She would find a way to thank him later for all of this later. She already had a fun idea for something they could do once he returned from the Iron Islands.

Then the queen, or empress as she wished to be known, crawled on top of him, locking eyes with the Dragonborn as she took his cock in her hands and lowered herself onto it. She rode it fast and rough, gritting her teeth and screaming as she lowered herself onto his pole and moved her hips in ways that made it feel really good for the both of them.

"Look me in the eyes when you're putting your seed in me" she ordered.

She'd cum twice by the time she noticed a look on her lover's face that meant soon he would erupt inside her like a geyser, filling him with his hopefully potent seed. When he had cum, she slowly stopped riding him and Dany realised that she might have a child inside her very soon, and while she'd wanted to wait until the throne was hers before worrying about any heir she would not be drinking any moon tea, she wanted this child, she wanted a powerful heir who could rule after her.

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Pyke. Iron Islands.

I knew that Pyke was the stronghold and seat of House Greyjoy, located on the island of the same name, which is one of the seven major Iron Islands. The castle is the regional capital of the Iron Islands as a whole. Pyke was an ancient stronghold and so the cliff it was built on has been eroded by the sea leaving the towers standing on stone stacks. The towers are connected by swaying rope bridges. The rocky moss-covered stone at its base was not suitable for ships landing so traffic to the island flows through the nearby harbour town of Lordsport.

During the final battle of the Greyjoy Rebellion, Pyke was besieged by the combined forces of the Iron Throne led by King Robert Baratheon and Lord Eddard Stark. The fighting led to the destruction of several of the castle's towers and saw the death of Maron Greyjoy, the second son of King Balon Greyjoy. In the end, Balon bent the knee to King Robert and submitted to the Iron Throne. To assure Balon's cooperation, his youngest son and heir Theon Greyjoy was made a ward of Ned Stark at Winterfell.

"My Uncle has an axe," Yara Greyjoy told me as we arrived in her home and found an empty throne room "It's a special weapon if you bring it to me I'll ride your cock tonight that is if you're not worn out from raping any salt wives who take your fancy".

The pirate queen declared this in front of her own men and mine without any concern for what they thought, showing quite a bit of confidence. She was an experienced leader of warriors and I hoped that I got a chance to see her action before the battle to take Pyke, both the castle and the island was over. Also, I wouldn't mind seeing her riding my cock.

"He doesn't do that" insisted Arya, who'd come along with us "He's not like other men".

Very true, and whole rape thing never made any sense to me, you have to keep the woman pinned down, and she'll fight you every step of the way unless you beat badly her first. Morality aside that seems like a lot of work, and I knew a Shout that can bind someone to my will so I really wanted to I could use that rather than have them struggle. But really I'd rather just not go to all the trouble if I couldn't find a willing woman.

After wondering if this world was having some sort of effect on me I cleared my thoughts and began to order the troops to spread out and take the castle. The Ironborn raiders weren't at all subtle as they began to take the castle room by room, moving down as I followed Yara to the first rope bridge.

I couldn't go too far from the portal just yet, it might shut down and squads of my Blades were still arriving within the castle in case we needed the strength of numbers. A few hundred of my Blades was more than enough since we knew that many of the Ironborn raiders were many, many miles away and the islands weren't that densely populated.

Once the portal was closed I went to join in the fun, using my teleporting magic to cross the rope bridges as I didn't trust them to hold my weight.

"Cheater!" I heard Yara call out.

She knew I had magical powers and so she was more amused than shocked by my display of power, and what the other Ironborn thought didn't much concern me, nor did the fate of this island, at least not much. The real war was to the north, sooner or later the Night King would march on the Wall, although he seemed to be taking his sweet time doing so, and we did need to weaken the Tyrell/Lannister alliance so they couldn't destroy us as we battled the dead.

To that end, I drove Rhindon, a Valyrian steel sword fit for a king, into the chest of a man who'd been trying to load a crossbow after the first bolt simple shattered after meeting my armour. Thankfully the Ironborn on the side of Euron Greyjob had a different coloured squid on their leather armour or I might have ended killing the wrong people, I wouldn't bad for killing the wrong raping raiders, and if any on my side got in my way that would be their fault. Not that it seemed likely as I'd gotten on ahead thanks to my teleporting, an ability I made use of a few times to outflank my foes during this battle.

I now found myself going up against an enemy who lasted more than a second or two, in most sword fights when castles are invaded or when two warriors met on the field of battle, there are no epic duels, the better fighter simply batters down any defence of a lesser warrior and kills him before moves on. Sheer numbers would bring me down, but I can yell at people so that they die and teleport so that's not much of an issue.

Rarely had I come across anyone who could stand up to me one on one anymore, not since my early days, yet the Ironborn scum in front of me who carried a good strong shield and Valyrian steel sword actually last long enough for me to notice anything about him. I even registered that his Valyrian steel sword clashed with mine to make a sound that reminded of when I battled the White Walkers, when my sword had struck their icy blades, only this sound was different. More fearsome.

Not that it mattered, in the end, the Ironborn warrior went to his Drowned God when Rhindon removed his head from his shoulder, and I suddenly found myself alone in a room with one of the towers that made up the castle. With a few seconds to spare, as I wanted my allies to catch up, I inspected the sword that had stood up to mine.

I'd studied these weapons, and so I knew this blade had to be Red Rain. The sword came into the possession of House Drumm when Hilmar Drumm took the blade from an armoured knight with nothing but his wits and a wooden cudgel. From then on he was called "Hilmar the Cunning" I didn't know how old that story was, or even it had been true, but this had to be Red Rain due to its appearance and now it was mine.

A man who went into battle with two Valyrian steel swords was a sight to behold, and when my allies caught up we charged into the defenders who'd finally begun to organise, and we made sure that their will to fight soon broke. While they feel back I got to a window and saw a proud-looking warship that was sailing away. That had to be Greyjoy's ship The Silence and I teleported down to the closest bit of land to the ship so that I could see the vessel more clearly.

When I teleported again I found myself on the deck of the ship and I used the Unrelenting Force Shout to drive most of the crew off the ship and into the sea, they wouldn't drown as they were Ironborn, but they'd be easier to deal with as they tried to get onto the deck rather than as a whole group.

Euron Greyjoy didn't fall, he stagged back into the ship's mast and then laughed at me, I'd never seen that before, no one laughed after one of my Shouts, and he laughed again when the swung his axe, putting his whole body into a blow that had had it connected might have actually done some real damage to my armour since it was supposed to be magical.

Lucky for me I was much quicker on my feet than a man in a full set of armour had any right to be, and as Greyjoy committed the blow, burying his axe in the deck I lashed out and that should have been the end of it. Only it wasn't, Greyjoy smirked at me and backed off.

"Valyrian steel armour," he said while bashing his fist into his chest "Light enough to swim in and unbreakable".

This was not something I'd seen before, and I knew that I needed to be careful with dealing with this man so I didn't let him come at me again. I needed to control the action so I went on the offensive, intending to use my superior agility to drive one of my swords into a weak spot in the man's fancy armour, only he moved his axe, which had to be magical, with more speed than should be possible for a mere mortal. What powers this man had I simply didn't know, but I understood that I needed to slay him here and now.

"MUL QAH DIIV!"

I swung both swords together and with the power of the Dragon Aspect Shout I brushed aside Greyjoy's effort to defend himself, forcing the axe from his hand, and then I tried to kill, only he used his braces to defend himself, this drove the pirate king to his knees even if it did save his life. But I just kept attacking until what was left of unloved Lord Greyjoy was only fit to feed the fishes.

While I possessed very impressive stamina in battle even I had my limits so I didn't wait for the crew to come at me, those few who'd seen their leader die once they climbed back onto the deck, didn't seem eager to avenge him without more of their friends with them so I set the ship on fire with my magic, sheathed my sword, placed Red Rain in my pouch of holding. Then I grabbed the special axe and then held on to the corpse I'd just made as best I could while teleporting back to shore as while I didn't want the man's armour for myself, my dragon plate had served me well, it would make a fine gift for an ally.

As expected the sight of their flagship on fire demoralised the other Ironborn as did the sight of the pirate king's corpse, and soon the battle came to an end. Yara Greyjoy would soon be the queen of these islands, and better yet she'd soon be riding my cock. She also might want the crown her Uncle's body was still wearing, although I'd just throw it in the fire and get something a bit fancier.