Mr. Martin, I must confess that killing all your bad guys gives a lot of satisfaction. After all, they were the ones that offed my favorite characters in your books and TV shows. And I am not done yet… ah, disclaimer and all that… you all, a bit to J.K., and nothing for me.
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The distance I traveled was impressive, with the tailwind I managed to double the normal flying speed, I guess my location is close to the Valyria peninsula.
When my tent and wards were set, after eating I went straight to bed, tomorrow I am going sword hunting. I bet I can find Brightroar, would Tyrion like it when I give it to him?
3 Valyria.
Nah, when I find Brightroar, I will put it up for auction in Braavos, which will get Tywin's knickers in a twist. Although… I need him to buy it, that will bleed him a million or two from his precious gold, and I better do it now before his mines run dry.
Well… I have to find it first, maybe inspect it to see what the fuss about those blades is all about. To me it is just a long knife that is a bit sharper than usual, I bet it can't penetrate my armor.
Xxxxx
The next day I changed my way of traveling, I flew up high into the sky, spotted a piece of land, and flamed to it, I crossed double the distance from yesterday in a few hours, until I reached the Smoking Sea.
The preparation for traveling in a toxic environment took some planning, an enchanted piece of silver that can easily be carried by my Eagle or Phoenix did the trick, both have claws, so they could hold it. I could not carry it as a human, the moment I change into a bird, the magic changes everything I carry.
I had to put it on the ground, change into my Phoenix and grab the enchanted artifact.
It did nothing more than a notice-me-not and a bubble head charm over the complete body. Those clouds contained some acids too.
When I saw the peninsula, my first target are those mountains where the dragons used to have their nest. No doubt there are some hatching facilities in that region. The first volcano came in sight, I landed and transformed back into my handsome, rough, muscular human form. I know, it is hard to stay humble with my looks.
The artifact got fixed on my backpack, and my search started. Point me Dragon egg, got me on the way, I remain wandless, a Weirwood branch can be made into a staff or wand, but anything made from Weirwood is connected to that creep up North. Not that it mattered a lot, I still have a big range where my spell is active.
Rotating the spells, point me Dragon eggs, point me eggshells, and point me Dragon bones got me some old bones, useless though, as the toxic fumes damaged them too much. Slowly I traveled passing all the volcanoes, at the fifth one I struck gold! A hatchery that had a closed-up vault with three eggs, the good part is that there used to be some primitive stasis charms on them, that faded approximately a hundred years ago.
The best part? The eggs are huge! Compared with those sorry excuses for eggs Mopatis had, these are true Dragon Eggs! If you think for a minute, those eggs in the show were bloody small, even an ostrich lays larger eggs.
A dragon would not even notice when she laid an egg that small, I bet she got kidney stones bigger than those. A few analyzing spells later, showed that the eggs need heat and magic to hatch, yeah, in this world that means human sacrifices, it seems the only way they can power rituals is with human sacrifices. Meh, I can do better anyway.
The eggs were three feet tall and two feet wide, I flamed them into my secret room and put a stasis charm on them. After a few hours with mum and aunty, I flamed back to the hatchery. I raided the place clean, books and tools of all kinds went into my expanded bag.
Another hatchery got me two eggs and a load of books. By now I have two green eggs, a black one, a golden one, and a white… if those eggs give an indication of what color is in it. When all the volcanoes were inspected, yes, I am that fast, Voldy had the broom-less flight, so did I.
It is fun to fly, in the movies, they changed into vapor, it saved stuntmen and the silly view of a human flying. No matter how you look at it, they will always see the gear they are using to let the actors fly, hence the vapor. My flying is between the superman pose, and I am hanging on a cable pose. Meh, it works.
The next search was for the forges and blacksmith workshops. The few that were in a reasonable shape provided some tools and books and a lot of ingots, I struck the mother-load! Now I have to find one that can work on it and I am rich! Although with five dragons I can do whatever the fuck I want. Those sorry excuses for eggs from Mopatis will stay in their shell.
In Valyria, I raided all the buildings, with my magic I found all the secret vaults and hiding places, some people were so kind to collect all the treasures and die from the fumes, I mourned them for two seconds and collected my inheritance. Some vaults had been untouched since the doom, now they have my fingerprints all over them, I need a bigger secret room…
The last action I did was to fly and follow the coastline, with an Accio Valyrian Steel every twenty seconds, it got me a shitload of treasure, I used a different expanded bag for the Valyrian Steel alone.
Xxxxx
My next move was to learn some new languages, Riddle found a way to learn them fast. He did a Legilimence on a person and transferred the language into his mindscape, where he slowly absorbed it into his brain. The downside? The person won't survive the procedure. He could steal the skills that way, but he never did that, his Magic was the best there is and Muggles didn't have anything he wanted.
On a t trip to Volantis, visiting a slave trader got me what I was after, now I can speak, read, and write High Valyrian. I visited a few other slave traders to make sure I had the complete language. I might have taken some other stuff from their minds, some nic-nacs you know, the hidden vaults for example, and some jewels. Those guys always have a hidden stash in case of an emergency.
That made it time to visit Braavos.
I flamed to the beacon at night and explored the city, I must say, according to the smell, the sewer system in Braavos is way better than in Fleabottom. After spotting secure locations to flame in unnoticed, I returned home.
What to do now… ah! I am going to make the beggar king a real beggar! I know just the way to do it.
Xxxxx
Viserys received a private message from a possible ally, a few hours later the servants led him into the solar. Viserys welcomed him with his sister Daenerys next to him.
The visitor was a man about twenty-five years old, incredibly handsome, tall, muscular, with brown hair and gray eyes with a spick of blue in them. Yes, yours truly with some illusions on me. Damn, I look good.
I presented myself, talking in High Valyrian: "Lord Viserys, rightful heir to Westeros and sister, my name is Mont Everest, I represent a faction that is interested in expanding to Westeros. For our help, we need something in exchange though. Some lands for us under your rule and your sister, to be raised and trained by us."
Viserys was both insulted and eager, insulted because he wanted Daenerys for himself, and eager for help.
He asked: "What help do you have to offer Mont Everest? My sister is precious to me, she is worth a lot."
I grinned at him: "I offer you the ability to conquer Westeros on your own if you wanted to do so. Tell me Viserys Targaryen, what did your ancestors have when they set out to conquer Westeros?"
Viserys eyes glowed: "They had dragons! If I had a dragon then I would be sitting on that throne already!"
I nodded: "That is true, and I am in the position to give you one, but, as I said, it will cost you your sister and the Westerlands. So if I give you a dragon, can I take your sister with me today? To be honest, she is not very safe here. I can hide her better from the Stag."
Viserys gasped: "You have dragons? If you can show me you have a deal."
I released the hiding charms I placed on my shoulders, two small dragons became visible, a white one and a black one.
I told him: "I present you Blanche and Noir, I became attached to Noir, the black one, so if you are interested, I leave Blanche in your care if we have a deal."
Fascinated, Viserys responded: "We have a deal, Mont Everest. Daenerys, pack your belongings, you are going with Mont Everest, he owns you now."
Daenerys looked at her brother with tears in her eyes: "Brother! I don't want to leave here. Can't we conquer Westeros without selling me?"
Viserys turned to her and shouted: "I would sell five of you to get my hands on a dragon! Go pack your things right now!"
I nudged Daenerys with a mild compulsion charm to let her pack her stuff.
I reassured Viserys: "I have a staff of my own, she will be well served, now for the details, here is the contract I want you to sign, that you sell your sister for a dragon, and when you conquer Westeros I can have the Westerlands."
Viserys read through the contract, and signed it with the Quill I handed to him, it stung a bit on his hand and the ink was kind of red, but for getting a dragon it was worth it. A compulsion charm on the white dragon made it fly to Viserys shoulder and perch there. Viserys glowed with pride, the little dragon already recognized his owner!
When Daenerys came back with two trunks, I shrunk them and put them in my pocket, that would have the first sign for Viserys to notice something is a miss, I let Daenerys read the contract and handed it with a golden dragon to Viserys.
I commented: "As a true-born Targaryen you know how to handle Dragons of course. This golden dragon is proof of the deal between us, it will give you ownership of little Blanche. I will leave you to it and bid you goodbye. We meet again when you sit on the iron throne."
I took Daenerys by the arm and flamed back home. I handed the black one to Daenerys.
"Here little girl, you can play with this one. But first, take a look at me."
To her amazement, I changed to my normal appearance, I still look great though.
I explained: "I can hide from my enemies Daenerys, I can hide you too. Here let me show you."
I conjured a mirror and let her look at her reflection while I changed her hair color to black and her eye color to green. Not blue, that would paint another target on her back.
"Now, what is left is your name, we will shorten it to Dani Targ… No, Dani is enough, a commoner girl from Braavos that lives in Fleabottom now. The best way to hide you is to give you a job as my personal maid. You can have the black dragon little girl."
I showed Dani her room, the one next to mine, and introduced her to mum and aunty.
"Mum, aunty, I went to Braavos and got this girl in a trade, for one dragon I could have her, so I brought her home as my personal maid."
Mum was not born yesterday and noticed the expensive clothes: "Who is she Gendry? She clearly is a High-Born. Will she bring trouble to our door?"
I shrugged: "Daenerys Targaryen Stormborn. I thought it was time she left that crazy brother and met some normal people."
At their raised eyebrows I said: "Alright! Maybe I am not normalish, but both of you are. Can you believe he sold his sister for a dragon? That is dirt cheap!"
Aunty asked: "And what about that black dragon in her arms?"
I grinned evilly: "Well aunty, I went out in the countryside and captured them, then I did some difficult transfiguration to turn those two eagles into dragons. I guess they stay like that for a few months, I put a lot of power into that spell I can tell you."
Dani protested: "You cheated! You did not pay Viserys with a dragon!"
I shrugged again: "Little girl, before I left, I gave Viserys one gold dragon along with the contract. You clearly saw that, I made certain that you saw that. So tell me, little girl, to get his army, to who would he sell you when you are a few years older? There are not a lot of choices, my bet is on the Dothraki, a bunch of half-naked screaming wildlings on horses. Do you really think Viserys cares for you? Think about it, even when he would sit on that throne, he will marry you like his crazy father and idiot grandfather did, in fact, all those Targaryens were stupid interbreeds. That is where the madness comes from."
Dani glared at me: "You tricked him!"
I nodded: "Yes I did, think about it Daenerys Stormborn, if he is so easy to trick, do you really think he will conquer Westeros again? And even if he did, how long would he sit on that throne? He is a fool, a tool for others to manipulate. Even now the both of you were used as a diversion to draw the attention away from the real threat to the throne."
Mum interrupted: "What are your plans for the girl Gendry? This is very different from Braavos, Fleabottom is a hard place."
I looked at Dani: "I will teach her, she has dragon blood in her veins, here let me show you."
I conjured a fireball and put it in her hand, it did not burn her, fascinated, Dani looked at the fireball. Noir scrambled away from the fire, he may look like one, but is far from being a real one.
I extinguished the fireball and told them: "I will teach her, she will live here pretending to be my personal maid, let's say to teach me some manners. You Dani, we will not lock you up, you can leave any time you want, except when you accept my teaching, then we will make a contract between us."
Dani asked: "A contract like the one you fooled my brother with?"
I grinned at her: "See? You are even smarter than him. We will write the contract together, so maybe you can fool me with it. Take a week to think it over. Mum, can you give some clothes to her so she fits in?"
Dani signed the contract a week later.
Xxxxx
Surprisingly I made friends with Tyrion, he asked to meet me when he found out the whore he was fucking was the mother of Snowy Mountain. We hit it off nicely, the guy was smart and funny when drunk. As a gesture, I told him that he can fuck for free in our houses, but he has to pay for the drinks.
The way he can drink is if we gave it for free then we would go bankrupt. A few months later, he was a regular visitor and a good friend. Dani got used to working for me in the whorehouses, she was too young to do the actual deed but had to prepare the room and girls for me and Tyrion. That way she was up to date with the facts of life.
Xxxxx
I had fun sassing Daenerys, I did teach her some fire spells and meditating, it was more to keep her busy though. We spend a few years in Fleabottom, occasionally I entered a Melee to keep in shape, the Westerlanders could not resist coming at me. Gradually I showed her some of my secrets, the Valyrian Steel, the books about dragon breeding, and Magic.
Finally, I explained to her, for what reason I am put in this world.
"Yes Dani, I knew what was about to happen. Your brother was going to sell you to a Dothraki Khal,
He will put you on your hands and knees and fuck you like a mare, or like a dog. Finally, you get pregnant, even fall in love with the guy, but before your kid gets born a wound infects and he is dying, you trust the wrong one, who with a blood ritual will trade your child's life with your husband's cursed life, because his mind was gone. Your brother got killed because of his big mouth by your husband."
I sighed and continued: "You hatched three dragon eggs in the funeral pyre, the three small ones I showed you. Then you struggle to get an army for years, finally, when you get that cursed throne, the demon from the North, the Night King attacks, a lot of struggle, and you are killed by someone you trusted after you became crazy from grief and stress. That is it in a nutshell."
Dani had a hard time processing the information finally she asked: "What are your plans with me?"
I shrugged: "Eventually I will hatch some eggs, I need some trusted ones on their back, you might be one of them, but Dani, it is not to fight for that iron throne. The Targaryens lost the right to rule this country when your father started to roast his lords like pigs over a fire. Your brother has the same madness, you could turn mad too if you are pushed hard enough."
Xxxxx
A nice development was that after I made friends with Tyrion, I even trained him to fight with axes. Often Tommen came along to get trained with hammers, little bro was quite good with them, he had the build for it too.
Tyrion and I spoke often about the country and what was happening in it, Dani was quietly serving us and listening in, our favorite topics were mathematics, and the wall up North. I held on to the belief there is something very scary behind it and tried to let him see my point of view.
"Lord Tyrion, a wall of ice that does not melt in summer, 350 Miles long, 300 feet high, defended with 18 fortresses! Are you really so naive to believe it is to keep some savages with bone weapons out? There was a crippled Northerner in Fleabottom that told us about the White Walkers and the Living Dead. That is more of a reason to have that wall."
Tyrion looked wary and replied: "It is not that I don't believe your arguments Snowy Mountain, it is that I am too afraid to believe it's true. I'll ask the Maester for information about it."
I said: "Well I am curious enough to go over there and pay a visit to that wall, maybe even visit Winterfell, they should have books or scrolls about it. You can come along if you want, to check if what they are paying to the crown is actually enough."
Tyrion chuckled: "You are walking close to prison time Snowy Mountain. You let it shine out they are not paying them due to the crown."
I returned the chuckle: "I never said they don't, checking the books is just a way to know it for certain."
Tyrion mulled over that last statement: "You know, that is not a bad idea, I am more than ready to get a breath of fresh air. Maybe I can even hire you to come along, as a guard and a calculator. You are as good or even better than me in accounting."
Dani mumbled: "Yeah, managing sixteen whorehouses can do that."
Yep, we expanded, bashing some skulls from crime bosses when they tried to take over our business was enough to keep the rest in line. That and my friendship with Tyrion and teaching Tommen.
Mum and aunty were doing great, aunty named little bro Harold, the closest thing to Harry, I am so going to have fun with the little boy. I have spelled and warded the shit out of the places we own, the whores are almost fighting for a spot, and customers loved to visit a clean girl and leave without some strange disease. The wards killed most of the worst germs, some even came to get rid of them.
Large donations to the septs and a few nightly visits from me convinced the High Septon that the Crone is looking after her people.
Tyrion expanded the sewers, it was slow, but it helped. Special wagons to collect the waste reduced the smell and diseases too.
Xxxxx
It is time to pull Tyrion to my side of the fence, after a round or two with mum, I invited him into my office.
"Lord Tyrion, I have to bring something to your attention, do you know who was responsible for the last war? No, not responsible but the cause of that war."
Tyrion shrugged: "The mad king and his son caused it Snowy Mountain, everyone knows that."
I smiled: "What would you say if I tell you Lord and Lady Stark caused the war?"
Tyrion raised his eyebrow: "That you need one hell of an explanation before I believe that."
I started explaining: "For one, Eddard Stark was fostered along with Robert Baratheon at the Vale from age seven or eight, they became very good friends, this is all common knowledge. Robert Baratheon got his first bastard when he was thirteen, soon two more arrived."
I grinned at Tyrion: "This starts the plot, Eddard, as a true friend suggests a bond between the Stormlands and the North, by marrying his sister Lyanna to his friend. His father accepts it as a good deal, except Lady Lyanna was not happy with it. She was forced to marry a man that spends more time in a whorehouse than in his own bed. She called him a filthy whore monger. Don't look at me like that, I will give proof when I am done explaining."
I waited until Tyrion sat back down: "The first chance Lady Lyanna to get out from under that engagement, she took it with both hands. That chance happened to be Prince Rhaegar, a few sweat words, and Lyanna eloped.
That brings me to Lady Starks part of the story. She and her sister grew up with the ward Pettyr Baelish, who was fostered there, Little Pettyr was a small sickly boy that had a major crush on the current Lady Stark, in fact, when Lady Catelyn was betrothed to Brandon Stark, Little finger dueled him for her hand, and lost badly. A thing Little finger never forgot."
I pointed to a stack of papers: "One last push, and I show you the proof. When Lyanna ran away with Rhaegar, she wrote letters to Eddard, Brandon, and her father, explaining why she willingly ran away with Rhaegar and would kill herself if they want to force her to marry the Whoremonger. She left the letters in Riverrun where the Starks were heading for the wedding. Baelish took his revenge by withholding those letters and letting it known that Rhaegar took off with Lyanna."
I grinned and continued: "The reason I know all this is that mum and aunty bought all of the whorehouses Baelish owned, and I found several secret compartments with his journals and the letters he kept to gloat over them."
My face turned serious: "Finish these letters, Lord Tyrion, when you believe me, I have more and even more disturbing evidence."
I handed Lyanna's letters to Tyrion, shocked, he read them, a war was started by a girl that wanted a faithful husband and a lovesick young man.
After reading, Tyrion leaned back, he asked: "More and worse?"
I nodded: "Much worse, if this becomes public knowledge, it can start another war."
Tyrion looked weary: "Do I want to know?"
I sighed: "I think you need to know. Baelish intercepted some communications between Varys and his mice. John Snow isn't a Snow at all. Eddard Stark never had a bastard, he, however, is an uncle."
Tyrion had to pick his jaw from the floor, slowly he took the letters and read them.
Finally, he said: "You are right, this can start a war, if some Lords find out about it, it will start a war."
I told him: "I am not done yet Lord Tyrion, it gets worse."
Tyrion looked unbelieving at me: "How in the Stranger's name can it get worse?"
I shrugged: "Varys had contact with a rich merchant in Pentos, one of his wives was a Blackfyre, guess who wanted to poke the fire and start infighting to weaken the opposition? The Targaryen children are a diversion, John Snow is a backup to start another civil war."
Tyrion swore: "That is worse, another Blackfyre war after a lot of civil wars will ruin the nation."
I nodded: "I can even tell you who would start the first war."
Tyrion raised his other eyebrow: "Oh? Do tell, Snowy Mountain, it seems you have all the answers to the problems of Westeros."
I got serious: "That may be very well so Lord Tyrion, the next part is about your family, are you prepared to hear it? It is not pleasant."
Tyrion looked worried and asked: "That serious? I might as well hear it too."
I pointed to another stack of letters: "Your sister, when her husband lay on top of her on the wedding night, he drunkenly said "Lyanna". Your sister is very proud, also, I am sorry to say a bit touched in the head. She believed stories about twins sharing the same soul or mind. Guess why Prince Joffrey is blond and has green eyes? Why is uncle Jaime acting more like a father than an uncle? Varys and Baelish both witnessed the twins tumble in bed, it stopped when the king made up with his wife, Prince Tommen and Princess Myrcella are both blue-eyed and have black hair. A Baratheon trait that all of his bastards have. One or two more years and Varys would start a civil war, helped by Baelish if it benefits him."
Tyrion read all the evidence, at last, he asked: "Why did you show me all of this? What is your part in this mess?"
Hmm, now I have to spin my tale the right way or my head is on the chopping block by night… it is night, by morning then. On the other hand, an Obliviate and Tyrion is back to being a happy drunk. I raised my hands and did a double Lumos.
"The Stranger had me born here to solve some major problems, or the world will come to an end. The White Walkers and the Night King are very real, so is R'hllor, that so-called Lord of the Light, there are the shadowlands, the Warlocks of Quart, and some more."
I looked at Tyrion and said: "I am a bastard from Robert, not one from Umber, your sister would have me killed if she found out, I bet she has already done it a few times. When I was four years old, I started meddling, dad got sober and took his wife back in bed, Joffrey got fostered at Stannis with his dad as a guard, and I fucked the Small Council over. I made you Master of Coins because you are good at it. Finally, I want you to be a part of my Force, and offer you a spot."
Tyrion carefully asked: "What does that 'part of the force' entail?"
I grinned: "Dragons, five of them, one for me, one for my handmaid, and now one for you. I have a Stark in mind for one too, I am undecided about the last one. What do you say? Do you want to join and be a dragon rider?"
