Dragonborn Gothic 3 - GOT
Part 18
Casterly Rock. Westerlands.
I found Queen Yara Greyjoy of the Iron Islands hard at work cleaning her twin axes, that she'd recently been using to great effect in this slaughter and in others, as she sat in the courtyard with some corpses she'd made at her feet. Since I'd become used to the sight of dead bodies long ago they didn't bother me, but it did concern me somewhat that I knew the Ironborn that filled the castle were destroying anything that we couldn't carry off so as to ruin House Lannister.
That alone would mostly be fine with me, if not for the raping, the man in me really didn't approve of such things, and yet the dragon in me enjoyed dominating others. I would have to appease that side of me with a willing woman when I got home so as to soothe my inner beast. My dragon side had never led to me to even considering forcing myself on a woman after a battle. I placed the blame on the soul of the First Dragonborn that I had consumed.
"We need to get moving soon," I said to the pirate queen "Lannisport has a decent garrison and we don't have the numbers to hold this castle".
Taking Casterly Rock had never been the point, we'd come here to wreck the place and to make an example of House Lannister. Most of the ruling class of the noble house was either dead, locked up or with their army that last I'd heard had been spotted marching on Kings Landing and could have been roasted by a dragon for all I knew.
The local garrison of Lannister guards might not be very impressive when compared to my Blades or the Ironborn, the guards within the castle sure hadn't been, and most likely this was because the better warriors were off fighting somewhere, but they would have numbers as well much in the way of knowledge about the local area.
Yara and I couldn't defend this castle with just some pirates and my Blades, well I could for a time, however, this wouldn't be worth the resources or lives since there was nothing worth holding on to here and parts of the castle were on fire. The fire hadn't spread much as the castle is mostly stone, the loss of life would be minor since many of the people who'd lived and worked here had fled at the first sign of trouble.
Maybe it wasn't really the raping and looting that bothered me, one could argue that these are lesser offences than coming here to kill people and mess up the castle only to humiliate the Lannisters. Perhaps it was the lack of any real challenge. Dominating these mortals had proven too easy. I longed for foes like the Mountain, hacking him into bits had been a real pleasure, and while the member of the King's Guard I'd killed had been next to nothing, the Mountain had proven to be hard to kill. Assuming he'd truly been alive.
Hopefully, when my blade met that wielded by the Night King, something the visions had shown me would likely happen, I would meet a worthy enemy and prove to all that the Dragonborn was the greatest warrior in this world.
My victory was at least possible as I'd already seen events further into the future. One vision showed me on the deck of a Greyjoy ship as a fleet sailed towards some large islands, and I'd seen myself battling what could be some pirates. I hoped that I'd live long enough to see what the glimpse into the future had been about.
"Give my men some time to finish enjoying themselves and then open your magic door," said Yara "Any fucker dumb enough not to come running when I blow the horn can stay here and get killed by the garrison".
That seemed workable to me. It was hard to keep Ironborn in line and my own Blades, that I'd brought a number of with me, were getting into the looting, not that surprising given that a few of them were Dothraki by birth, but they would be smarter about it. They take as much treasure as they could carry.
"I used the spell you gave me to shoot lightning from my hands" Yara let me know "Lots of fun in a fight".
So far I'd not had time to teach the Pirate Queen more than the basics when it came to magic and so far she'd taken to it like a fish to water, her god was one of storms and seas so she did well with lighting and ice magic. These spells wouldn't be much help with facing the dead only since Yara wouldn't be coming to the north with me that hardly mattered. Given their actions during the War of the Five Kings they would not be welcome at Winterfell when it became time for the defenders of Westeros to come together.
"There are other spells I want you to learn" I mentioned.
Nothing too powerful I didn't want her transmuting elements or summoning Daedra, were as being able to defend herself and heal her own wounds with magic would be wise if she was truly devoted to the idea of having a magic-user son or daughter to carry on after her. The king or queen of the Iron Islands was chosen by Moot, as such it was not certain that Yara's child would be her successor, only likely since the Ironborn do follow the Greyjoy bloodline and they respect a strong leader. Yara would raise a strong child I felt sure.
"When we get back to the Iron Islands we'll have a feast to celebrate our victory here" the Pirate-Queen promised, "tonight we'll fuck and we can have a lesson before the feast".
Well, at least I wouldn't be bored while on Pyke.
"Your docks are shit by the way" I was told.
The sudden change in subject matter threw me and it took me a moment to realise that she was now talking about the docks at Dragonstone.
"What's wrong with them?" I asked.
Unlike the rest of the island, the dwarves I'd hired had no done anything to the docks, and this made sense as dwarves were not known for their love of the ocean. Generally, dwarves make rather poor swimmers and prefer to keep a roof over their heads. So the dock on Dragonstone was the product of some smallfolk.
"Too short. They don't stretch far enough to get out of the shallows," she explained with folded arms and furrowed brow. "It's fine for fishing but you ever want to make your island a trade port then you need bigger and better docks. Otherwise, any real ships will have to transfer all their cargo by rowboat. And speaking of cargo, you'll need some storehouses?"
While this was an odd topic to cover while the warriors under our command looted a castle I listened closely as this was important.
"You need a couple of Storehouses. Big ones. Big enough to hold multiple shipments at once. New docks, well-maintained ones as you don't want to upset the people bringing in goods if you can help it".
Perhaps some of the Ironborn under command would lower themselves to performing some labour for me even if I didn't pay the Iron Price fort them and build me a proper harbour. I could afford to pay them very well for the service.
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Dragonstone. Westeros.
I needed to return to the Red Keep before too long as there were affairs of state that Dany would need my help with, and no doubt more errands she would need running, as well the defence of the North to consider as I'd dreamed about the army of the dead just last night so I knew that I'd need to go to the Wall very soon, but while I was here at Dragonstone there were things that I needed to deal with.
Lydia could handle the day to day stuff, however, there were matters only the lord of this island could handle such as the opening of a brothel on the island. Recently quite a few whores had left Kingslanding, understandably having been concerned that the city may have been burned down around them, and some of them wanted to set up here.
Personally I had no use for whores, I had a whole harem, yet I was considering it since the island had a large population considering its size, only I wouldn't allow it unless certain rules were followed. I was drawing up a magically binding contract for the new brothel with rules such as having each customer drink a Cure Disease potion before getting it on with a whore so as to prevent any STDs from inflecting everyone on the island. Just having the whores take them wouldn't prevent the customers from spreading them around elsewhere.
I'd have one of my Blades, a few of them specialised in the brewing of potions, teach the prostitutes how to create the potions and to ensure that there was a stockpile. Plus I would have a fraction of the profits paid in tax to help fill the treasury of Dragonstone. That money could be used to help fund the training of alchemists who could ply their trades in places like the North where people were more practical about using magic.
My plans for the future did involve uplifting Westeros to some extent, I didn't wish to industrialise the Seven Kingdoms as while people in my position might try that thinking that it would help people it wouldn't actually improve the lives of the Smallfolk as they'd go from slaving away in the fields to slaving away in factories.
Plus given the poor level of hygiene in this world, having even more people crowding the cities would only lead to even more deaths via disease and famine since fewer people would be growing food. Aside from all that, there was also pollution to consider, a major problem in my worlds, and any large-scale changes to this civilization would be resisted by the local nobility who would see such changes as threats to their power.
Even with dragons, it would be unwise for Dany to be too radical so early in her rule. It would be better to allow things to develop naturally over time and with the dwarven clans setting up in the North some improvements were bound to come about as the human lords would either try to hire the dwarves to improve their castles or find ways to mimic their work.
There was knock on the door of my bedroom, I had an office it was just that given the late hour I'd been working in my room.
"Come in" I invited.
The Lady Myrcella was no longer a princess, although I did refer to her by the title due to my rapidly growing affection for her, she managed to play the part well enough even when coming to my room in the middle of the night when dressed only in a lacy nightgown.
"I wanted to show my love for you my lord," Myrcella said.
We'd not slept together as the contract I'd gotten her to sign only required her good behaviour as my ward, for her to play that role as best she could, so she wasn't required to come to my bed, and I felt glad that she'd come here because she clearly wanted to. She might only be doing so because she felt she owed me, yet that was still much better than me forcing the issue or making sex a formal part of a deal between us.
"Are you sure?" I asked.
If Arya was my bitch, my tamed she-wolf, and it had taken a long time to reach that point, then I wanted this noblewoman to be my pet lioness and I didn't think it would take nearly as much work as it had taken for me to at least mostly tame Arya. Not that I wanted either of them broken, just docile enough for me.
"Gothic, I want nothing more than for you to be in me," Myrcella said.
She then pulled off her nightgown to reveal her naked body. Her skin was a nice light tan, darkened somewhat by her time in the water gardens of Dorne. Her young breasts were firm and he had healthy-looking pink nipples. She had no hair on her pussy, either by her own choice or because she'd learned from someone how I liked it. Just the sight of her made me hard. She was a small person, yet despite this, she was clearly a woman in shape.
"Come to bed" I ordered.
Having surrendered herself to me Myrcella followed my commands without question or delay. Her breathing and wetness between her legs let me know that was already eager for this so I slowly eased into Myrcella and I became very happy due to how tight she was. When I felt her barrier I pulled back a bit then looked into Myrcella's eyes.
"This is going to hurt," I warned her.
Myrcella nodded, and she winced a bit in pain as her hymen was broken, and judging by her reaction it didn't hurt as bad as she thought it would be. While I really wanted to simply fuck her I waited for Myrcella to get comfortable and at her nod, I began pumping in and out of her.
"Oh my lord, you feel so good in me," she told me.
As she got more and more used to me being inside her I was able to pick up the pace of the fucking, and expressions of discomfort on the face of the former princess over time transformed into looks of pleasure. I'd deflowered a few maidens in my time so I knew what I was doing, and I took my time.
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Dragonstone. Westeros.
When the storm arrived Myrcella didn't feel scared, she was getting used to them and she felt safe while sharing the bed of the Dragonborn. The ache in her loins had begun to fade as she and the man who was now her lover rested on his bed. Her virgin's blood had stained the sheets, but this didn't matter as the Dragonborn kept spares, and materials that made up the bedding was strange to Myrcella.
Like most noble ladies she was a somewhat of a seamstress and as such knew a lot about different materials and stitching, she had to talk to Gothic about where he'd gotten the bedding from as it was not like anything she'd slept on before. She wondered what sort of land it had come from. Perhaps the Dragonborn would take her to that world if she remained well behaved for him.
Myrcella didn't dwell on such things for much longer as now that the ache between her legs had faded she found herself becoming aroused, as a lady she shouldn't act like a wanton slut, but she couldn't help wanting more sex. A fire had been woken within her and there was only one way to put it out
"Please Gothic, let me do it," Myrcella said, "Let me pleasure you".
The Dragonborn only nodded in reply.
Myrcella pushed him back so that he was lying on the bed rather than sitting upon it. She then moved and positioned herself so her cunt was right above Gothic's hard cock. She lowered herself and sighed when she was filled. His cock stretched her in ways she no idea she could stretch. It hurt slightly, just nowhere near as much as she'd imagined. Her Septon had warned her that sex would be painful and that she just let her husband take his pleasure so that she could start having babies, she'd not spoken about how it started to feel good. Yet another lie she'd been fed as a child.
Once comfortable Myrcella slowly began to move up and down just like she some people doing down in Dorne. She loved feeling the warrior's cock slide in and out of her.
"You're so tight," the Dragonborn murmured.
She assumed that this was a good thing. She'd seen others engaging in this act, but Myrcella didn't have enough experience to know if her womanly parts were supposed to be holding on so tightly to the manhood inside her and she didn't wish to think on it as Gothic hands had found their way to Myrcella's breasts and soon he began to play with them.
All this time Myrcella never stopped her action in bouncing up and down on Gothic's cock. She bit her lip to suppress a moan that would have made her sound like some common whore. She might no longer be a princess, but she wasn't going to start grunting like some animal in heat. Yet despite promising herself this she couldn't help finding ways to express how good this all felt.
"Oh yes, Gothic yes" Myrcella moaned.
Myrcella could feel she going to come soon and she sped up her bouncing. Gothic was close too and her actions did nothing to stave off his release. Not that she would have tried, if anything she wanted him to cum inside her, to fill with his seed, she'd drunk her moon tea. It wouldn't do to get pregnant not after the Dragonborn had explained that due to her parents being twins that any child of hers could have problems, even end up like Joffery, but that didn't mean Myrcella didn't relish having her lover's seed filling her up.
That was lovely," Myrcella told him.
This was not a word often used to describe bedroom activities with the Dragonborn.
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The Red Keep. Kings Landing.
With what remained of the leadership of House Lannister having been reduced to Keven Lannister, and Tyrion Lannister who was Hand of the Queen it made sense for the Mother of Dragons to consider the House to no longer be a threat. Tommen had publicly declared to the growing court that had no right to the throne and had been sent off to become a Maester and Myrcella was my concubine for later of a better term.
What was left of the House would need to rebuild Casterly Rock. Since the mines controlled by that family had run dry and their castle had been looted they'd struggle to find the coin to do so. Because they were broke, and because the Iron Bank had agreed not to fund them as long as I started paying off the crown's debt this meant House Lannister wouldn't be able to afford a large army in the future, greatly reducing them as a threat.
With the rulers of the Westerlands now dealt with it was hoped that the other kingdoms would soon fall into line, and once they did the Empire of Westeros could be formally declared and a certain lady I knew would be crowned Empress. Then we could get to the business of improving things.
For now, Dany and I were discussing such things in her new room, one of the few that hadn't been stripped down before refurbishment, and she had many plans that she wished to run by me.
"I'm going to marry Loras Tyrell" she let me know "I know that might seem odd given you have his sister as a hostage, but the Seven Kingdoms will need Tyrell support if the winter is going to be as bad as everyone thinks".
Really it made some sense. If Daenerys married Loras for the sake of the alliance than she can continue her relationship with me since Loras is gay and because the Tyrells had previously allied with the Lannisters, her enemy, she'd be able to force them to accept her child with me as the heir to the throne. Unless he or she really looked like me, hopefully, the kid would be blessed with Targaryen features if not then she'd have a bastard heir that some might consider a Blackfyre, and that could cause all sorts of trouble such as rebellions.
Then again people had accepted Joffery and Tommen as kings despite everyone knowing that they were not King Robert's offspring, and who'd argue with the Queen who has three dragons? If she had trueborn children, born in wedlock with Loras, that would really complicate things but since Loras was a gay as the day is long this shouldn't happen. Besides lots of people had rallied behind Damon Blackfyre so we just needed to make sure that Dany's heirs played their roles well, that they would be presented to the lords as proper princes and princesses.
As for the food situation, while I could import more than enough food for Dragonstone and supply a lot of gold to the crown no amount of riches could buy food that didn't exist, the Seven Kingdoms needed the Reach to remain stable as to serve as the breadbasket and them I could pay for this if that helped. With Loras as her prince-consort, Dany would never let anyone be King or Emperor, or whatever as they would seem to be the ruler, and Margery as a hostage she would have House Tyrell bound to her.
Ser Loras would make a good husband for Dany in terms of public opinion as he's an Andal a follower of the Seven, a knight, he also wins lots of jousting contents and looks good. He can wave at crowds while on horseback and play the role of royal husband while I father the future rulers of the Seven Kingdoms.
"He can have his affairs as long as he's discreet and I can make trips to your castle when I want to be with you" Dany was now saying "Riding on Drogo means it's not that long of a trip, and I can go to consult the sorcerer without causing too much offence to anyone at court".
Keeping me on the island meant that many people would forget that I was still a player in the Game of Thrones, a power behind the throne, and like her dragons, I'd be around for Dany to unleash should she need to. The rest of the time I'd be free to manage my own projects and travel as I wished. An arrangement that suited me just fine.
"Won't her family want Margaery to have children?" I asked
The TV series drastically condensed things and this world seemed to follow the TV Show more than the books, as such, Mace Tyrell only has two children Loras and Margaery. In the novels, they actually have two older brothers, Willas and Garlan, who were omitted from the TV continuity, as Loras was repeatedly said to be the current heir to his father.
As a large and powerful Great House, in the books, they would have numerous cousins and second cousins who hold various positions within their reign over the Reach the same would be true here so some cousin would inherit unless Margaery had a male child within wedlock who could be given the Tyrell name. Such things had happened to prevent noble families from dying out at least in the male line but given her three failed marriages, and two dead husbands, Margaery should not be allowed to ever marry again.
In the books, many of the minor Tyrell cousins serve as handmaidens to the main members of the family, and it was somewhat implied that the background handmaidens that appear in the TV show are actually Tyrell cousin. I had a vague memory of a Tyrell girl called that Queen of Thrones woman Nana or something like that so the family must have some boys somewhere who could become the heir.
"The woman has been married three times and two of her husbands are dead" Dany replied, who'd been thinking similar thoughts to me "And the third is going to spend his life in the Citadel. I can't imagine anyone wanting to marry her no matter how pretty she is, and you don't want a wife so you can have her a bedwarmer. Just don't treat her too badly as I don't want House Tyrell to revolt".
So far I'd not even spoken to the woman, at least not much, and last I'd seen her she'd been looking out of a window. No doubt it had been a shock to go from Queen of the Seven Kingdoms (at least in titles, since the North, the Iron Islands, and Dorne had been sworn to the Mother of Dragons for a while) to a hostage/sex slave of a man you didn't even know. Myrcella had been rather graceful about it, but Margaery was a different sort of person.
"You were wise not to send her home" I mentioned to my lover "Margaery is very good at getting men to do what she wants them to do".
I could easily see her convincing her father to try to put her back on the throne if she returned to Highgarden regardless of how many lives it would cost.
"You're smart enough not to be manipulated by her" Dany complemented "and I trust that your also smart enough to know that remaining loyal to me will keep benefiting you".
I'd done very well for myself by allying with the woman who would soon declare herself Empress when she started reforming how the Seven Kingdoms was run. I had a scary-looking magic castle on my own island, not too many smallfolk to worry about, pretty ladies to keep me warm at night if I felt like company, companions for when I wanted to travel and more women who wanted my seed without wanting to me to actually be a father.
"There are a few small things I need your help with" the Breaker of Chains mentioned, "I wanted the Kingsguard killed, but most of them surrendered, that couldn't be helped, and when they were being locked up my Unsullied found someone interesting hiding out in the lower levels of the Keep near the Black Cells. I don't know what to do with him because while he has committed crimes he did so under orders and while fulfilling his role at court".
She had Ser Ilyn Payne, a mute knight and the King's Justice, the royal executioner, locked up. I knew that he'd executed Eddard Stark at King Joffrey Baratheon's orders. I also knew that Ser Ilyn Payne had his tongue removed on the order of the Mad King for suggesting that Tywin Lannister, then Hand of the King and whom Ser Ilyn served as Captain of the Guards, was the true ruler of Westeros rather than King Aerys.
"I'm going to take most of my Blades to Winterfell as soon as I can," I said "Let me take him off your hands and have the Northan Lords judge him for his crime they will see this as honourable. If anyone in Kings Landing questions the claim he was captured by the Northern Army that's already returning home".
So far no one had tried to retake Kings Landing from the Dragon Queen and the city hadn't been sacked since my taking of the Red Keep had assured a quick victory, as such things were rather peaceful even if the Sparrows, the fanatics, weren't happy about having dragons around, but all they had were words and Dany had armies, dragons, allies and magic. If the Sparrows threatened her then they'd burn. The Faith had bent the knee to the Targaryen family before and would do again.
Because of the peace here, the northern army had started marching home again, and that was good because if my visions were correct the Night King would soon reach The Wall and he'd chosen a good time to strike since half of the fighting men of the North were south of Winterfell and would be for weeks. I'd have to go to The Wall and find a way to keep the dead on the other side of The Wall.
"Take him" Dany agreed "He's a horrible man I'll be glad to have him gone".
We soon moved on to the subject of the swords my lover had ordered for her Queensguard, she only had two at the moment, but she'd want more as well as a sword for her soon to be husband as she thought that giving House Tyrell an ancestral sword would somewhat soften the blow of their blood not siring future rulers.
Loyalty and Guardian were the existing Valyrian steel swords of the Queensguard and soon they would be joined by Trust, Protector, Defender, Advocate, and Champion, names suited to the swords of bodyguards to the royal family. These along with the sword for Loras Tyrell would be the last Valyrian steel swords that would be made for a while as the amount of blood required from them wouldn't risk Dany's health if there were too many of the swords then the worth of the weapons would become less.
"I want you to reforge Widow's Wail, the sword you took from Tommen" the Queen ordered, "I'm sure you can make it look more suitable as a replacement for Blackfyre",
Reforging the sword of the last ruler for the new was rather symbolic and I liked the idea. I already owned two Valyrian steel swords so I didn't need to keep Widow's Wail for myself. I'd given Dany the sword known as Dark Sister. Long ago Lord Bloodraven had warned me that she would need to have the weapon so I'd made sure she got it, and she'd gladly accepted it. Widow's Wail could be given to a son of hers while a daughter could inherit Dark Sister.
Also, I had plans to forge a new greatsword for House Stark. Jon Snow had Longfang, but he never claimed to be a Stark and the new Ice wouldn't be Valyrian steel I planned to use a special metal from the Warcraft world to create something truly unique within the Seven Kingdoms as a gift to House Stark. I rather fancied bedding Arya and Sansa together again, and a nice gift for House Stark would earn me some brownie points with House Stark as would handing over Ser Payne.
We discussed some other matters such as the fact that Eamon Frey was the presumptive Lord of the Twins now, though he did not have technically the best claim. However, he had arrived at The Twins with several hundred Lannister Red Cloaks along with a letter from King Tommen according to him the title of the Lord of the Twins.
Of course, this had not had the slightest bit of impact on the chaos caused by the death of Walder Frey. Open warfare had broken out between the handful of surviving male Frey's and the too numerous to count minor Houses that had blood ties to the Frey's. I'd not expected that having Walder Frey killed by a Faceless man would cause such bloodshed, not that Arya minded as she wanted all the Frey's dead because of what they'd done at the Red Wedding.
The solution was to send a mixed force of Tyrells and Unsullied to restore order at the twins and free Edmure Tully if he was still alive so that he could try to put the Riverlands back into some sort of order. As for the Vale, Lyssa Arryn had fallen through the Moon Door a while back and her brat was fostering somewhere. Dany had plans to appoint one of Vale lords and regent/warden of that kingdom until the Arryn boy either grew up or died. He might be Balish's bastard rather than n Arryn, but what mattered was stabilising the realms.
"You might want to avoid the Keep for a while" I was warned, "The Sand Snakes know that you killed the Mountain and given how hotblooded the Dornish can be I don't know if they'll want to celebrate with you or kill you for denying them the kill".
Given what the Mountain had become they should be thanking me as they wouldn't have been able to kill that monster and his Doctor Frankenstein has fled somewhere. I couldn't even remember the disgraced Maester's name nor would I have known what to do with him even if I did capture him. He'd done harm to people, however, he'd been attempting to learn how to help others, and that made him a lot less evil than most of the people around here.
"I'll take that as my cue to leave," I said as I stood up and smiled at the translator in the room who'd been my student for a short time "Winterfell awaits".
While it might seem wise to have Dany and her dragons to come north I knew how that would turn out so as long as The Wall stood it was best to keep them out of this. I could always summon a dragon friend of my own if needs be and it would take a dragon of great power to have a hope of quickly ending the coming Ice Zombie Apocalypse.
I needed to stop off at Dragonstone before going north so I could buy any decent weapons and shields from the Dremora Merchant. Now that I had access to materials from the Warcraft World and more knowledge of Blacksmithing I'd be able to make special weapons as well as some armour for nobles that Dany wanted to butter up.