[One Month Later]
The money I needed was finally here, one million and two hundred thousand gold dragons, with it, I would buy the unsullied and destroy Astapor.
During this month, I had increased my animal friends with different animals.
I had acquired two hundred owls, three thousand rats, two thousand mice, and around two hundred new snakes.
It was in the end quite a productive month, now it was time to move forward and show the masters the power of irony.
"Missandei, today will be the fall of Astapor," I smiled at the little girl, who looked at me for a second with confusion flowering inside of her, during this month she had tried to figure out what type of master I was, expecting physical, or perhaps sexual abuse, but I had proven her multiple times that I was not like the bastards she served in Astapor, a part of her already knew this, but she was still reluctant to believe such thing existed and was afraid to let her guard down, but we were getting there.
"This one will be your side," Missandei smiled almost imperceptibly.
*Can I burn them now?* Neltharion inquired as he got out of the bed.
I looked at Neltharion, who had grown a lot during this month going from dog size to bear size and smiled, "Yes, yes you can,"
Neltharion looked at me with a wide smile as he hissed, *You won't regret it dad! I will burn them all, I'll make you proud!*
I chuckled at his enthusiasm, "Yes you will,"
—
The plaza of pride, was just like everything in Astapor; in a pitiful state, that made you wonder how the fuck they got to that point, but I wasn't here for the sights anyways. I was here for the unsullied.
With them I would destroy this city and rebuild it from the ashes.
My plan was simple to use their own product to destroy them, but it seemed the master's stupidity was beyond what even I had expected, because not only they were selling me every unsullied soldier available in their rooster, with a few minor exceptions, but they had also allowed my army to enter the city this time.
So instead of the original fourteen thousand soldiers I expected to have during this raid, because I expected them to have some brains, or at least a sense of self-preservation, I would have around twenty nine thousand soldiers and a Dragon, which would make this siege… this massacre incredibly easy.
"Do you have the money?" The master inquired in bastard Valyrian with a greedy smile.
"I do," I answered.
Missandei was by my side, but I had instructed her to be silent, I wanted to be the one dealing with the masters for today.
"Oh the little bitch taught you some Valyrian?" The master laughed with some concern.
"No, but it's my wife's mother language, ," I chuckled, letting him know that I knew before buying Missandei how to speak Valyrian, "So how about we do this?"
The master eyed me for a second before nodding, "Let's,"
With a smile, I ordered my men to start bringing the treasure chests with the gold coins I had promised them.
Each chest had around one hundred thousand gold dragons, so in total I had brought twelve treasure chests.
The master had his slaves count the money as he offered me during this time some tea or women to fuck while we waited, I obviously rejected his offers, for anything coming from him disgusted me.
After a few hours, the count was finally done.
"Well, this was certainly a pleasure," The master said with a disgusting smile giving me a whip, also known as harpy fingers, as the unsullied started to march into the plaza.
The harpy's fingers is the name of the whip used to scourge slaves in Astapor.
Taking a deep breath I looked at the whip, the handle was made of something black that was elaborately carved, it also had nine leather lashes trail from it, each tipped by a gilded claw. The pommel had a woman's head with pointed ivory teeth.
This whip was given to new masters of the Unsullied as a mark of payment.
"Will they obey any command?" I inquired with a smile.
The master laughed, "My beautiful creatures will obey any command you give them,"
"Unsullied! Jump once!" I commanded, and without hesitation they did as they were told, "Kneel," once again they followed my order without hesitation.
"I told you, blindly loyal," The master said with pride.
And that will be your outdoing, "Blind loyalty, good to know,"
Turning to my unsullied looking at them with a smile I said, "Unsullied! Slay the masters! Slay every soldier! Slay every man who holds a whip but harm no children! And strike off the chains of every soldier!"
Once again without hesitation the unsullied did as they were told, and started to slay the masters in the plaza.
The master looked at me with panic as he shouted to the unsullied while pointing at me, "I am your master! Kill him! Kill him!"
I smiled holding the whip close to his face, "Not anymore," with that said and done, I decided to make things even more poetic by whipping the master to his grave, as my newly acquired Unsullied battalion alongside my Khalasar started to take over the city.
*Time to burn!* Neltharion hissed flying above the city, good heavens I had instructed him to only burn the masters.
—
[Ser Barristan Selmy POV]
Joffrey had dismissed me from the Kingsguard, saying I was too old to be serving as a knight, but that wasn't the real reason behind my discharge.
In an unprecedented and unexpected move, from Lord Varys, I had been discharged under the grounds that I did not keep King Robert safe, and that age was starting to hit me.
But that was just the tip of this political iceberg, I was old not senile, I knew The Lannisters motivations, were to allow the brat to give a white cloak to his dog, Sandor Clegane, and to allow Queen Cersei Lannister to place her brother Jaime as the new Lord Commander with a seat on the small council.
I was angry at this, I had served against my beliefs for my entire life, and this is how I get paid for my services, but I was also happy.
After all, I've burned away my years fighting for terrible kings...as man of honor I had to keep my vows, even if I was serving a drunk or a lunatic. And just for once in my life, before it comes to an end, I want to know what it's like to serve with pride, to fight for someone I believe in.
With that in mind, with the opportunity to serve someone I believed in, I was on my way to Essos.
"I will use what is left of my life to clean my sins with my blade," I muttered, holding the hilt of my blade tight.
—
[Tywin Lannister POV]
I leave for one week, one fucking week, and my children fuck everything once again!
While it was true Ser Barristan Selmy was old, his name brought fear into the hearts of our enemies. An asset we needed more than ever.
But the idiot I had for a daughter had to meddle in matters that didn't concern her and hurt our side even more.
If the old knight decided to serve Renly, Stannis or the Mormont brat it would hurt us to no end.
I now had to do some damage control, before things escalated.
"It's almost like my children want to lose this war," I muttered.
—
[Back to Ronard POV]
Taking Astapor was easy, after a few hours, I had complete and absolute control over the city.
I was richer, because while the city looked shit, it was loaded with gold, literally.
My army was still pulling gold out of the city and by my estimate, I had not only recovered what I had paid for the unsullied but had made that about. over ten times already.
My army was officially in the one hundred thousands, counting the men I had on Westeros.
Things were going great today for me.
"You really meant what you said," Missandei said in disbelief.
"I do," I nodded, ruffling her hair a bit, "Take a good look around, for this is what will happen to every slaver in the known world,"
Missandei stood silent for a second seeing the dead masters on the streets, before she turned her gaze to me with a smile, "You said that it was this one choice if this one wanted to serve you or not, well, this one wants to, this one want to serve the breaker of chains, the father of dragons, the Khal of the West, this one want to serve you!"
Holy moly, I stole Daenerys mojo, "And I'll be glad to have you under my wings,"
After taking full and absolute control over Astapor, with my first order of business being that slavery was illegal and that all slaves were free to choose their own path, I left the city, leaving a small army of five thousand men to protect it as I rode with the rest of my army off to Myr, where I would meet with Daenerys and my babies.
Coming to Astapor had opened my eyes to many interesting problems in my plan.
Logistically speaking every time I conquered a city I had to leave behind some type of army to defend it.
Which in the end, would leave me short of men, the only way to avoid that was to completely destroy any opposition.
And considering that so far I had personally conquered three cities, four if I counted Tyrosh that was conquered by one of my generals during my time in Astapor, things were looking bad for me in the future.
In each city I had been leaving around five thousand soldiers to defend my new lands from sieges and raids from nearby cities that decided it was their time to shine, leaving my usable army in the seventy five thousands, at the moment, instead of the almost one hundred thousand I had in total.
While seventy five thousand men were indeed a big army, at the pace I was dwindling my own numbers for logistical reasons I would end up with almost none.
Myr - 5000 Men
Lys - 5000 Men
Tyrosh - 5000 Men
Astapor - 5000 Men
In total I had twenty thousand men out of my hands, but now that I had noticed this problem, those numbers could and would be improved.
For example the islands didn't need that many men to protect them, the Krakens were all the defences they needed, so I could lower the numbers on those to one thousand men each island and it would be more than enough.
Now, the earth bound cities needed the soldiers I had on them, mostly to avoid putting me in a situation where I had to conquer a city twice, so as now the only way to shorten the amount of men I had off my hands was by taking some from the islands.
"Is there anything this one can do for you?" Missandei offered.
"Not for now," I chuckled, "By the way, you can refer to yourself with I… you know instead of…this one,"
"This…. I was taught I wasn't a person but an object, Th— it's hard," Missandei smiled at me, as she tried to speak normally struggling a lot to do it.
"Then that is my mission for you," I smiled ruffling her hair, "From now on, I want you to focus on erasing that idea off your head,"
"Thi— I understand, I will do my best," Missandei smiled.
I turned to her with a smirk on my face, "I don't want you to try, trying means failure is possible, I want you to do it, to succeed,"
Missandei looked at me for a brief moment, still probably questioning why was I doing all of this, before she nodded, "I will do it,"
"Atta girl," I chuckled.
—
[Daenerys POV - ONE MONTH PRIOR]
The public execution for Viserys started, my brother begged me to forgive him.
But I had lost all the empathy I had for him a long time ago, and he killed the ashes when he threatened my children.
By fire we forged our path, and by fire he would die.
"Dany please! I beg you! Don't do this! I'm your brother! Your king! Please I'm sorry!" Viserys cried, snot falling down his nose.
"You are no brother of mine, you are no King of mine, you are nothing," I said with a cold tone, and in cue both Qrow and Rhaegal flew out of their rooms, scaring Viserys.
"Dany… please!" Viserys cried out once again, for everyone to see.
"Dracarys!" Soon after those words left my mouth, both Qrow and Rhaegal set my brother to flames, his screams of pain lasted about three seconds, before he was turned to ashes, showing the world he was no dragon, for flames can't hurt a dragon.
"Be this a reminder, that I will do anything to protect my family," I said as I walked out of the execution area with Qrow and Rhaegal, leaving behind turmoil of emotions in the crowd, some cheered for me, mostly the Ironborn, some feared me, and others respected me.
"People will forever remember this," Dacey said with a concerned tone.
"Good, let it be a reminder that there isn't someone I wouldn't kill to protect my husband and children,"
—
[Daenerys POV - NOW]
Ronard has conquered Astapor, and along the way had increased our numbers with fourteen thousand unsullied warriors.
In his absence Tyrosh had fallen under the might of our navy, and our sweet little bundles of joy had grown so much.
Geralt was so big now, and was crawling like a little monkey everywhere, never getting tired always looking to play, unlike Alyssa, who was her twin total opposite, calm and well behaved sleeping almost all the time, but even with her calm attitude I would find Geralt corrupting his sister to do crazy baby stuff, like I would find Alyssa forcing Geralt to take a nap.
Everyday I would get a new surprise, a new reason to smile with them, but also a reason to be sad.
I was sad Ronard was missing all of this, I knew and understood why, but it was still sad.
"Don't be sad my Queen," Dacey said reading my face like a book, "The King is coming in a month to Myr, you'll see him there and so will the little cubs,"
"I just wish we could be together at all times," I smiled.
"Once this war ends, I'm sure that wish will come true," Dacey smiled.
—
[Illyrio Mopatis POV]
Myr had fallen, and so did Astapor, and I was sure by this point that monster knew I had a hand in his assasination attempt.
If I didn't do something I would die, he had an army few could hope to match, three dragons that one day would grow to be beasts of unparalleled power and the money to fund all that.
But I had something he didn't. Experience, decades of experience.
I knew I wasn't enough to kill him, but with the help of Braavos, he was as good as dead.
"This plan you have…. is too expensive, if it fails… we can't do it again," The representative of the Iron Bank commented, and he was right my plan to kill Ronard and his army was expensive, and it would put me on a crippling debt with the Iron Bank, but as long as Ronard existed, the young griff would never get the crown.
"Don't worry, I only need one shot, and all that brat built will fall like a house of cards," I smiled.
—
[Peter Baelish POV]
Things weren't going quite as planned, a small player became the most prominent player overnight, I had lost my position as the master of coin.
The despicable Ned Stark had survived, closing any possible relationships for me with the Starks, after all, I did sell him out.
But with time I would turn this to my favor, if the bear ended up winning, I was sure with that with the right preparation I could manipulate the young bear to my favor, I just had to find what made the young bear tick.
"Lord Baelish," Varys said, entering my establishment.
"Varys, to what do I owe this pleasure?" I inquired sarcastically.
"Save the lies for the court, now how about we talk about John Arrys," Varys smiled taking a seat.
Varys knew how the old disgusting man had died, but he also knew who had requested such a thing, he couldn't use that against me, so what was the little spider trying to do
"By all means, let's," I smiled.
—
[Margaery Tyrell POV]
I was to marry in a few days, in a few days I would be Queen! The only bad part was that my King didn't find women appealing at all, but that hardly mattered.
I didn't care where or in whom he put his manhood inside, as long as his seed was delivered to me.
If I gave him a heir, my position as the Queen would be forever sealed, after that I couldn't care less if he slept with Loras for the rest of his life.
"Soon I'll be a Queen," I smiled, begging the gods to help me get with a child fast.
After a month of traveling, I was finally in Myr, where Daenerys was waiting for me with open arms with our babies.
I was surprised by how big the twins were, it is truly remarkable how babies grow during the first months of their life.
"You bought all the unsullied?" Daenerys asked, after my dose of kisses, and baby hugs.
"Yes, but they are free men now," I nodded, because like she did in the show I too had given them their freedom, but they had decided to follow me, with Grey Worm as general.
"We keep getting stronger," Daenerys smiled.
"Yes we do, yes we do~" I said with a baby voice while holding the twins, making the twins laugh.
"Pff," Daenerys giggled.
"Oh by the way, there is someone I think will be of great help to you," I said, remembering I had yet to present her to Missandei, Daenerys and her were best friends on the show, so perhaps they could do the same here.
"Who?" Daenerys inquired with curiosity sparkling in her eyes
"Missandei, she was a slave translator, but I feel you two will get along," I said.
"A translator, well… I do like learning new languages," Daenerys hummed, "Well, I don't see why not,"
"Great," I smiled.
"What is your next step after this?" Daenerys inquired, I had taken four cities, three of the free ones.
"The same," I said, after all, there wasn't much of a change.
"I want to help you more," Daenerys sighed, kneeling before me, kissing my hand in a lovely way, "Let me, please,"
I eyed her for a second, deep in thought, she could really help, but I didn't want to risk her or my babies getting hurt, so I had find something that wasn't as lethal.
And then it dawned on me, I've been dealing with the conquests and the after match of those by myself, but she could deal with the after matches for me.
"I do have something you could do, that would help me a big deal," I nodded, "I need to deal with the after matches when I conquer a city, I'll be the one taking them down, and you'll be the one to assimilate them,"
Daenerys smiled, "That way you don't have to stay in a city for too long right?"
"Exactly," I nodded.
"I suppose I can do only that for now," Daenerys said, eying the dragons.
—
[Ser Barristan Selmy POV]
The waters to Essos were tough and unforgiving, killing many men on my way to this continent, but I was finally here.
I had to find the young bear, a man fighting against slavery and raiding was a men worth giving my last few years of service.
I was old, I knew one day I would fail my swing, I would fail to block or to dodge, I wanted to do something good with my life while I still could.
Rumors said he was in Myr at the moment, and would leave soon, in a month or less I would be his blade.
—
[Melisandre POV]
I was pregnant, with the tool to destroy Renly Baratheon, using his older brother essence I would birth the light minion to kill Renly.
Then I would proceed to lead Stannis wrong so that he and the lions destroyed each other to the point of exhausting their own resources and men, so that when my beautiful prince finally crosses the continued and comes all he has to do is sit, and rule the ashes these false kings left behind.
But I had to be careful, Stannis believed in me, but was an impulsive man, should he feels I was leading him wrong he will kill me, and I'm quite not ready to die just yet, I've been waiting four hundred years for this, to serve my prince in anything he might desire, an assassin, a lover, or a friend, I would be his in body and mind.
"Just wait my prince, the light will unite us, I'll be anything you need,"
*Caw…. this bitch…. is crazy!*
"For him, yes I am," I eyed the Raven on my window, the fire had told me his animals were more than the eye could see, and the fire had blessed me to understand them, and I was overjoyed my beautiful, perfectly magnificent prince decided to keep an eye on me, "Tell my prince, I will help him from here,"
—
[Olenna Tyrell POV]
The young bear had conquered yet another city, acquiring on the way an army of unsullied soldiers, increasing his already terrifying army.
Alongside Renly's banners we had a bit over one hundred thousand soldiers.
People would tremble before our army, that's what I would say, if I didn't know better.
We had nothing but flowers going to war, men with no experience, with no idea how to hold a sword, wearing fancy armors, a soldier is only as good as his knowledge of the battlefield, reason why we were losing this war so bad.
The idiot of my son had the worst case of tunnel vision possible, hiring and drafting any men he could to war was like giving blind monkeys knives and letting them loose in the battlefield, but at least the monkeys would win more.
My son thought numbers won wars, which was the most idiotic thought any men could have, maybe I drank to much with him on my belly, experience wins wars, knowledge wins wars.
Otherwise you might as well throw babies into the battlefield and expect them to win because they outnumber the enemy.
We had nothing useful, but the young bear had savages that had learned to kill just to eat, soldiers that were trained since they were nothing but toddlers to be the pinnacle of discipline, northerners that had to adapt to harsh conditions to survive, and the best navy in Westeros.
Compared to that, I had to be realistic, we had no chance.
—
[Illyrio Mopatis POV]
The alchemist guild would give the tool to destroy the bear of Essos, the so-called Khal of the West.
Two tons of wildfire, to destroy him and his army, this of course would be expensive and truly hard to accomplish, but I knew where he would eventually be, at one point he would come to Pentos, and I would burn the city with him.
"You won't see it coming, monster," I laughed.
*Yes he will, you idiot, you are the one that won't see us the Raven knights when we take you down! Cawwwww!*
"What an annoying bird," I muttered wondering why all of the sudden there were so many ravens on Pentos.
—
[Euron Greyjoy POV]
Since, some… ravens had stolen my dragon horn, I had sailed back old Valirya with one thing in mind, well two.
To avoid the fucking usurper, and get my horn, I was fearless not stupid, with one thousand men I had no chance of winning, he would have my head on his wall in less than an hour.
But no one knew these waters like me, so avoiding him and getting the horn would be like fucking a nice pussy or killing a man, easy.
"Three more days, and we'll get to Valyria boys!" I shouted as I laughed, "Oh yeah I forgot none of you can talk,"
—
[Daario Naharis POV]
A conquered was among us, and frankly he was having a lot of success, quite the fearsome warrior the Khal of the West is, or the young bear as some call him.
With an army of one hundred thousand soldiers, and his apparent strategic genius, I doubted he would have much opposition during his mission, and while many hated him c I didn't because thanks to the threat he represented we got quite the juicy contract with Yunkai.
But that only meant I would have to kill him, and to be honest if the rumors of his prowess in battle are half true, I'm more fucked than a new whore in a brothel.
"Ha! I suppose things are getting interesting regardless," I laughed.
—
[Grey Worm POV]
Our owner…. no… our king was a powerful men, a warrior of unparalleled strength and discipline, that danced on the battlefield like no one else, he was strong, someone worth fearing.
But he was also kind like no one else, he broke our chains, he killed our jailers, he gave us something we had lost, years ago. Hope.
Hope for a better tomorrow, hope for a better life, and for that, he would have our undying loyalty, for the unsullied would follow him to hell and back if needed.
Before leaving for my next conquest on the list, I was informed by my ravens of a few things, one Ser Barristan Selmy was coming this way to pledge himself to me.
Two Illryo was baking quite the diabolical plan, with an idea that might just work if he plays his cards right, he had commissioned a literal ton of wildfire to destroy me and my army, with the help of Braavos.
Three, Melisandre knew I was the champion of her god and for some reason probably related to her that she now could talk with my animals, and promised me she would kill Renly.
And four, Ned Stark and the entire north had pledged themselves to me.
These bits of new information changed everything for me because if I didn't act fast my army would be erased from existence by the volatile power that dragon vegan fire the alchemist guild was making.
I knew Illryo was planning something, that much was obvious, but one thing was wanting to kill me , and another was to basically create the equivalent of a nuke on this time just for me.
And not only was he planning on using one if not the most dangerous substances in the world but he also went as far as to using his city as a bait for me, meaning he would burn millions just to see me wrong.
I gotta hand it to him, I misjudged his character, he isn't a spineless little pig, he's a spineless little monster.
I never thought he would go that far to get rid of me, assasination attempts? Sure, political plots? Obviously!... but mass murder of his own people to accomplish his goal? Never... he was darker I thought, by a big margin.
The worst part about this was that it could actually work! Not with me, I was now apparently immune to fire, though I am not entirely sure if that applies to vegan fire, and I'm not looking forward to test that out, but regardless of my immunity to the fire, his plan could work, not as intended but it could still hurt me on the political run, one ton of wild fire was more than enough to vaporize my army, and even if he doesn't kill me, leaving me without an army would fuck my entire plan and possibly the world.
So I couldn't just sit and let him wait for the key of my destruction to be delivered at his door, I had to attack fast and now, perhaps this was the result of my approach being too passive, and while that approach was the right call at the beginning, it wasn't now.
Now I needed to bare my fangs and claws out and show them what happens when you mess with the bears!
"Change of plans! We are going to Pentos, all of us," I would march with my one hundred thousand me to Pentos, taking the city and at the same time I would attack Braavos, killing apparently the two biggest pseudo-threats I had right now before they grew to be real threats with real means to destroy my work.
Without those two in my side, I would be able to take Essos with little to no opposition.
—
[Ned Stark POV]
Maege had accepted our betrothal a few months ago, which meant our alliance was sealed by blood and honor.
All I had to do now was wait, wait for him to come so that we could march south and take the throne, rumors said he had one hundred thousand soldiers, that alongside the forty thousand the north could provide should be more than enough to win.
"Father," Robb said, entering my solar.
"Yes?" I inquired.
"We have a letter from Renly, he said should we join him he will forgive our sins," Robb said reading the letter.
Renly had been quite the pain since he heard we didn't pledge to his brother, sending ravens with passive threats with the underline always being the same, join me or die.
"Send him the usual response," I sighed.
"Yes, father." Robb nodded leaving my solar.
—
[Doran Martell POV]
Ned Stark had joined Ronard's side, with his support and ours the young bear would surely win the throne, and we would have the revenge we have desired for so many years.
Together we would crush the Lannister's for what they did and get the justice we deserved.
"I heard the north joined the young bear, at first I didn't believe it, but the wolf moved his army back to the north, as he waits for him to come," Oberyn días as he entered my room, "Are we still to hide, brother? Or are we ready to show that snakes of Dorne pay their debts?!"
Oberyn for once was right to be impatient, we finally had a tangible path to justice, "We will follow the wolf's path,"
Oberyn stood silence for a second, clearly not expecting my answer, after a few seconds he composed and smiled, "Gladly,"
"I will call our banners, and let the north know we are their allies in this mission," I informed Oberyn, who looked at me confused.
"What about me?" Oberyn inquired.
"You will go to Essos with an army, to help the young bear come back home, so that we can destroy the Lannister's," I smiled.
Oberyn smiled at that, "It will be my honor,"
—
[Melisandre POV]
The time had come for me to birth the tool to help my prince, the tool to eliminate his enemies.
Pain, incandescent pain invaded every corner of my body, taking hold of my being, but this was nothing, for I would suffer one million times more just to ensure my prince wins, just to ensure he fulfills the prophecy.
"Ahhh!" I cried in pain, as the shadow left my body, blood dripping everywhere, and the only ones present to witness this was Davos, how fortunate of him to witness how I vanquished the enemies of my prince.
"Kill Renly," I gave the shadow the order, the reason for its short existence, a task he would most undoubtedly carry out with no problems.
The shadows crawled close to me, as if giving his mother one last look before dying , before phasing off the cave I gave birth in, going straight to Renly.
"My prince, that's one, I hope you see my love for you has no bounds," I smiled, knowing every minute of pain I was and had suffered so far was nothing compared to the lengths I would go to just for him.
"This… this can't be right," Davos muttered, "this can't be light…"
"Poor ignorant soul, all shadows are born from light," I smiled.
—
[Ronard Mormont POV] [2 WEEKS LATER]
As I rode with my army to Pentos, I found along the way the old knight who wanted to join me, after a brief discussion with him, I decided to let him join my ranks, for in reality he was a really good knight that wasn't entirely bad, he was just your typical soldier that followed bad kings.
He wanted to be the captain of my Kingsguard, and considering I technically didn't have I agreed, but in reality I was thinking of creating something in the fuerte more along the lines of a round table for my knights and council, where every man would have a voice, and help me rule.
But first I had to deal with Pentos, and then Braavos, I had to strike fast and strong, as to not give them any opportunity to fight back, if Braavos fell, the rest of Essos would be a piece of cake.
With this siege I didn't have much of a plan, Pentos didn't have an army, nor any mighty walls to take down, they were weak, reason why they had been buying the Khals out of their city, Braavos was the real challenge here, with more money that anyone can possibly imagine and a fierce army they would give my army a challenge.
"Let's set camp people, tomorrow we won't stop until Pentos is on their knees and their magister is dead!" I shouted, rallying my men a bit.
"For the Khal of the West!"
"For the Breaker of Chains!"
"For the King of the Seven Kingdoms!"
"For the Father of Dragons and Emperor of the new world!"
"For the young bear!"
I smiled, as I heard them chant each and every single one of my titles, that somehow seemed to grow in numbers everyday.
Arriving at Pentos created a turmoil of emotions for me, for one I was extremely angry with Illyrio and wanted to kill him making sure he suffered a lot, but….
Conquering Pentos took approximately two hours and had little to no bloodshed whatsoever, apparently the high nobles of Pentos were quite the rational bunch, with the majority of them kneeling to save their lives and positions.
Which in turn made capturing Illyrio a really, really easy task.
He tried to escape on one of his personal boats, probably seeing how his idiotic actions had backfire his and that his only option was trying to escape, but sadly he was mysteriously eaten by sea creature.
I really hope my poor kraken doesn't get an indigestion.
With Illyrio dead, Pentos was officially mine, though it still felt kinda off to win so easy, but I won't complain, things like this rarely happen.
"What are our orders?" Ser Barristan inquired.
"We take control of the city and its assets and then we move to Braavos,in two of three weeks too," I informed my war council as I leaved the room, what they didn't know was that the real reason I was waiting was because of Oberyn Martell and the army he was bringing an army to support me, and push me to go with him to Westeros.
Which was an idea that had already occurred to me, because after taking Braavos under my control, which was by far the biggest threat on this side of the sea for me, I would be able to leave this continent and focus on the Iron Throne.
Leaving Daenerys behind,
I would leave Daenerys with a small part of my army to protect her and the cities we had already taken and with that I would move all my attention solely on Westeros, attacking the kingdom while it was weak and vulnerable.
Taking a deep breath, I decided to go to the kitchen and prepare something good.
It had been quite a while since I had eaten anything made by me, being a lord and stuff.
And much to my horror Westeros didn't have any pizzas or hamburgers, so I had to improvise to emulate those delicious godlike creations.
As I walked to the kitchen Daenerys approached me with the twins who were stretching their arms begging to be with their dear old dad, smiling my beautiful wife inquired, "Where are you going?
"To the kitchen, I wanna make some burgers, and now that I'm a dad it feels just right," I answered with a smile.
Daenerys looked at me for a second befores she asked with curiosity, "What is a hamberger?"
"One of the many items any dad needs to know how to make, is parenting one on one!" I chuckled, if she wanted to know she would have to eat one.
—
The burgers were a massive success, maybe I'll rip McDonald's off, my family seemed to love them, including my old man who even helped me with the grill, and while I'm still angry with him, I couldn't call that hate anymore, after everything everyone had done to me during the last few years he really doesn't seem so bad.
Technically the assholes of this world made him look good by comparison, and if I had to be rational about it, he wasn't inherently a bad person, just the most stupid person I have ever meet, and that's bad, but not bat shit evil Cersei level.
So, I decided to give him a chance, because why not, he already had enough punishment with not being able to hold any lands or ever restore his lord title, he had no power over me, and he seemed to be trying to atone really hard.
"These burgers are amazing," Jorah said, trying to make some small talk.
"Sad attempt, but keep trying," I chuckled leaving him behind.
"These are really good," Daenerys complimented, "Maybe we can make a business out of it,"
And there it was my influence on her showing off, "I was thinking the same, how about we call the business CornDonald's" I chuckled.
Daenerys giggled, which in turn made the babies laugh with her, "Sure, we can also sell some corn, I suppose,"
I kneeled to the baby's level and with a baby voice said, "And our mascot will be Ronald CornDonald!"
*I already exist master,* Out of nowhere a Raven that… kinda looked like the joker flew to my shoulder, *Existence is pain master… caw, our lives are fleeting before us, don't you understand master? With every cornless day the dark and sweet kiss of death comes closer and closer, waiting for us, haunting our dreams, and there will be a night were we will dream no more, were we will gasp for air but our bodies will fail, and all we can do every night, is pray today isn't our night, but even then we can't never forget that fateful day is just in the horizon, waiting for us, and we will have to walk through it, and that's the one absolute truth in our lives, no matter our standing,*
*Holy fucking corn! That was dark,*
"That Raven is scaring me," Daenerys smiled awkwardly.
"... Me too," I nodded, while thinking M, 'Jesus fucking Christ, was the real Ronald McDonald this dark….'
*I… need time to process this,* Neltharion hissed.
*...Antidepressants he needs, for too dark that was….* Roda said after a second.
—
After a day of nothing but having fun together, and… that incident with Ronald CornDonald, I decided to sleep
In a few weeks I would be marching to Braavos, and then to Westeros, things were not going quite as I planned but things were working nonetheless, and you don't try to fix something that is working.
—
[Oberyn Martell POV]
I was two weeks away from Pentos, and I never been happier, our justice, our vengeance, soon I would make those who hurt my sweet sister lay with blood.
The mountain, Tywin Lannister and Amory Lorch, they in particular would pay for what they did, I would make sure of that.
"The day of justice is coming, are you seeing this Elia, your brother will finally avenge you!" I smiled at the sky, for when the sun shone it was my sweet Elia smiling at me from above.
—
[Ned Stark POv]
The Martells has joined us, saying the could support us with over forty thousand me, that along what Ronard and the north had was more than enough to crush the lions in the south.
An army of one hundred and eighty thousand soldiers, no matter how good of a strategist that old lion is, he was massively outnumbered.
And while I was happy Ronard had the Martells support I was surprised, they didn't ask for anything, no money, no betrothal, no nothing.
Perhaps they were joining to make the Lannister's pay for what they did to Elia Martell.
Regardless of their reason, this made Ronard's claim massively better than it was before.
"Ronard is up for a surprise," I chuckled.
—
[Arya Stark POV]
Ronard was coming, I could feel it, father had joined his side and so did the snakes of Dorne, there was just a matter of time before he became our king.
Knowing this I focused even harder on my training, I had to help him, he saw talent in me when no one else did, he was the first friend I had outside my family, and whether he likes it or not he is part of our pack, and I will protect him when the time comes.
"Arya stop playing like a boy with that blade!" Mother yelled at me, angry.
"I won't! I will be the first female Kingsguard leave me alone!" I shouted back.
"I won't accept this!" Mother growled.
"I will be a battle lady, like Ronard said!" I stood my ground.
"That man is no king of ours! And no lady needs a blade!" Mother said, trying to take my blade.
"And what do you want mother," Sansa entered the room with a faint getting between mother and I, "All you are teaching us is how to open our legs, and frankly that curriculum lacks a lot… or maybe it doesn't I'm sure that opening our legs will work if we lose a battle and some men try to **** us,"
"Sansa! I will not tolerate this, you are out of line, I will!—-" Mother tried to say but Sansa cut her
"We have father's permission, you are the one out of line," Sansa replied calmly, which in turn made mother slap Sansa on the face as she stormed out of the room.
"Wow that was awesome!" I said smiling at my sister.
"I suppose I am," Sansa giggled rubbing her face, "But do try to avoid her when training, I don't want to be slapped on a daily basis,"
"Will do," I laughed.
Three weeks passed since the grill day, Oberyn had yet to arrive, but I wasn't going to wait for him any longer, and I didn't I was already outside Braavos at my war camp close, that was conveniently a few miles away from them, which apparently triggered the Braavosi Sealord because I was awakened by one of my raven scouts who tells me that our camp will be under attack soon.
Which made me glad I had decided to left Daeneyrs behind on Pentos for this one with five thousand soldiers, while I fought the Braavosi right now.
With a grunt, I jump out of the bed and looked outside down the hill confirming that a large group of soldiers was indeed approaching. Seeing they were at much one hour away I quickly dressed as grabbed my weapons.
"Get ready! Braavos is coming!" I shouted loud and clear for all my men to hear.
The unsullied were already ready and alert, with the Dothraki being the second part of my army to follow suit.
"They have a dialogue flag!" One of my men shouted so they wanted to talk, we'll lets.
Braavos wasn't like any other place in this world, they were kind of democratic with the power structure. By kinda I mean the position of Sealord is not hereditary, and is given in a pseudo electoral way; that works… kind of fishy, one of Braavos's citizens is chosen to be Sealord by the city's magisters and bankers through a convoluted and arcane process, meaning the populace has no vote whatsoever, and only wins the most malleable man.
The choosing process apparently is intense by how the rumors go, but once chosen, the new Sealord serves for life, Braavos current Sealord was, Ferrego Antaryon.
All I know about him is that he is a member of House Antaryon a noble house and that he is who currently serves as the current Sealord of Braavos.
But a Sealord was nothing without his sword, each Sealord selects their first sword, who serves as their champion, captain of the guard, and ambassador sometimes, they were known for their immense prowess in battle and unique fighting style.
Qarro Volentin was the current First Sword of Braavos, and probably the man I would have to kill soon enough.
"Welcome, Lord Mormont," The Sealord greeted with a disapproving look on his face.
"Is King, please be sure to remember that for whoever long you have," I said with a playful tone, letting him know he meant nothing to me.
See, at first, I wasn't so sure about conquering Braavos, they seemed like an alright place, so the idea of opening a peaceful dialogue with them occurred to me once or twice, but the moment they allowed someone to commission a ton of fucking wildfire, well, let's just say I don't have any more doubts.
Braavos, and the Iron Bank are one, the fucking bankers are an important part of their electoral process, which means they knew of this crazy project and still allowed it, fuck them with capital F.
"Do you really think this will end well for you?" The Sealord inquired with an apathetic tone, how prideful this bastard could be.
With a smile I thought two could play this game, so I leaned back putting my hands behind my head and my feet up the table, "Yeah, have you seen my record, history would prove I'm right,"
"How dare you disrespect the Sealord this way!" The First Sword of Braavos growled, clearly infuriated.
"What is a Lord to a King?" I chuckled playfully.
"As much as I like this nonsense, I came here to discuss the terms of your surrender," The Sealord said with a judgmental look on his face.
"Sure," I smiled, with a joyful expression forming up my face, the two of them seemed happy for a moment, and I knew it was my moment to strike, "So, you will lay down your weapons, give me all your money, and kill yourself? Sounds fair?"
Both the First Sword and The Sealord were astonished of my response, they surely didn't see that one coming.
"You are making a grave mistake kid," The Sealord said with a hostile tone, trying to kill me with glares.
"No," I said with a dark tone, "You are the one that made a mistake, when you let Illryo buy one ton of wildfire, just to kill me, your greatest sin was making an enemy out of me, so do yourself a favor and kill yourself, because as long as your body is not underground rotting, I won't stop, I won't slow down, one way or another, you will die, and it will be because of me,"
"How dare you!" The First Sword pulled his weapon him, which in turn made Grey Worm who was one of my selected bodyguards jump in front of me, spear ready to pierce any threats, followed by Ser Barristan Selmy.
"Allow me to kill this man, my King," Grey Worm requested, glaring at the First Sword.
"You think Braavos will fall to you!?" The Sealord chuckled, but I could see his bitter tone miles away, "No Braavosi would kneel to a slaver!"
"Oh, wow, you need to upgrade your spy network," I chuckled.
"We are no slaves, we serve the Khal of The West, the Breaker of Chains, the Father of Dragons, the King of the Known World because he is worthy of being followed, we are the ones that aren't worthy of his guidance," Grey Worm said, and I could feel he meant every single word.
"Insolent fool!" The First Sword growled taking a step forward.
"Boy, I can cut you twenty times before you reach my king, so do your job and think wisely, or this might be the last decision you ever made," Ser Barristan said, sword ready to slice the first sword.
"You will die, and every Braavosi that dies will be because of you," I said standing up, "We are leaving, these two idiots are not worth my time,"
Grey Worm and Ser Barristan nodded, as they followed me out of that place, leaving behind the soon to be dead idiots.
I went back to my camp satisfied how the peace reunion had gone, surrender, ha! They should've thought of that when they paid for a nuke, you do not sponsor a nuclear deterrent and later say, we are doing it for peace.
"How do you want to proceed with this, my king?" Ser Barristan inquired.
"Well, I have just the idea for this," I smiled as I started to explain my round table, consisting of, Ser Barristan Selmy, my most trusted Bloodrider Angi, and Grey Worm… who I would rename Lancelot can't stand calling him Grey Worm it feels like I'm insulting him.
[Oberyn Martell POV]
I had finally arrived in Pentos, after a bit of delay with the storms and stuff, I was finally here, though the city wasn't like I remembered, the city had banners all over the place that seemed to be the mix of House Targaryen and House Mormont together.
Which means the young bear moves fast, and not only that but I was immediately stooped by the Iron Navy, who then proceeded to interrogate me so much I was quite sure they knew me more than my beautiful Ellaria now.
"Can I speak with the Queen now," I inquired, "Not that I don't like your company, I would love to take you out, but I have more pressing matters."
"You are as lively as rumors said," A commanding voice said behind me, which was more than easy to tell it was the Queen, mostly because the men inside the room shut their mouths as soon as she entered.
"I am, thank you very much for noticing," I smiled.
"And I hope you have in your best interest to keep that," Daenerys smiled, and while subtle her threat was clear, take a wrong step and you won't be lively anymore or alive for the matter.
"It is, I like being alive," I nodded, with a smile.
"What is your purpose here?" Daenerys inquired taking a seat.
"To pledge myself to you and the King, Dorne is yours to command," I winked at her, "If you let help us take our revenge on the Lannisters,"
"The Lannisters are our enemies too," Daenerys nodded, "Then kneel, and pledge your blade to us,"
I did as I was told, as I smiled at her playfully, "This is a sight I don't mind repeating,"
"I will assume that was an ill-judged attempt of you trying to be funny," Daenerys narrowed her beautiful purple eyes at me, "I'm your Queen now, and I'm married, to your King,"
"Oh dear, I would never sleep with the Queen alone, but I wouldn't mind sleeping with both the Queen and the King," I chuckled, "You are going to have to forgive me, my Queen, Dorne is the land of passion, we don't have boundaries, we fuck, we drink and we indulge ourselves in the carnal desires of the flesh, be it, man or woman,"
"So those rumors were true too," Daenerys said bored, "You are also a horny idiot,"
"I must apologize," I smiled, "It's the way I am,"
"Next time you insinuate something like that I will have you join the Unsullied," Daenerys said with a cold tone, "I must apologize in advance, it's just the way I am,"
"Won't happen again," I nodded, quite surprised the little dragoness had such sharp claws and teeth under her pretty exterior, 'I better avoid the flirting if I want to keep my best friend attached to me'
No wall surrounds my war camp, and yet, the Sealord was hesitant to attack me, he knew I was while young, dangerous, unpredictable. Or perhaps I was predictable? After all.
All I do is win, but forgetting for a moment about feeding my own ego, I knew he didn't have the power to fight me upfront, but that didn't mean he would resort to other methods
"My King," Ser Barristan said, as he entered my room, his face letting me know he had something important to share.
"Yes?" I inquired.
"There is a messenger from Braavos here," Ser Barristan answered, and this information confused me a bit, didn't I told the Sealord a day ago I would kill him? Why in the seven hells would he send someone to talk to me?
Taking a deep breath, I get off my tent, seeing a massive black horse rearing close to me, dust curling around its hooves, the horse was probably one of the most beautiful horses I've ever seen, and atop of that magestic horse, a piece of shit.
A Bravoosi messenger with a terribly scarred face and a pair of gold teeth, of course, he didn't come alone but considering that all he brought to a camp with ninety thousand soldiers was nothing but fifteen men, it was technically as if he came alone, seriously what can fifteen men do with these numbers.
The messenger took a step forwards, and I could already taste the smugness he emanated, "I bring word from the GREAT Sealord of Braavos,"
"We can debate on the 'Great' part," I chuckled, if he was so great why counsel he comprehend my clear hostility towards him.
Many of my Dothraki approach the man with smirks on their faces, they touch the messenger hair and smell around him, and soon they all start to laugh, "My Khal, this man smells like a woman,"
I started to laugh with my men, "Well, I suppose it was to be expected,"
"A man that doesn't ride into battle is no men," My bloodrider said with a smile.
The messenger was by this point incredibly infuriated, hands griping his pants, "Westerosi arrogance! It will be the death of you all. If it were not for the diplomacy of the Great Sealord, I would rip the breath from your lungs, with my bare hands."
I chuckled as I walked towards him, leaning close to him handing him a knife, "Oh my, threaten me with a good time, go ahead do it, none of my men will move, but be sure to kill on your first shot, because if you don't, you will regret it,"
"My king!?" Ser Barristan protested but was silenced with a simple glare.
"I…. you!" The messenger froze with shock as stared at me with wide eyes, dropping the knife I gave him to the ground.
"So does anyone wants to try?" I chuckled.
"You bastard!" One of the Braavosi guards couldn't take it anymore and dashed with his blade towards me.
"Ah," I turned to him, "A volunteer," With that I dashed forward, kicking him on the neck with enough strength to shattering his neck, killing him in one shot.
"I will fight you," Another guard said, he was old but looked experienced, "If I win, will your troops go back?"
"They will," I smiled eyeing the still frighting messenger who was just silent, like a mute.
The man grabbed a big sword and started to swing at me, quite slow, it was as if dodging someone trying to punch me underwater, with me not being underwater, after a while, this sad attempt started to get boring "For God's sake stop, this is stupid even by your Braavosi standards, and as we've seen this week, that threshold is vast,"
"Is this just a game to you!" The old soldier growled, angry, holding his massive sword tight.
I smiled, "A game? Hardly. If this were a game I would be having fun, or killing Joffrey, now that sounds like a good time,"
"Ahhhhhhhhhh!" The old soldier rushed at me, giving his last battle cry, that lasted for a few seconds before his decapitated head landed with a heavy thud on the floor.
"Now, that was depressing," I chuckled, eying the messenger.
The messenger composed himself a bit, and said with the utmost confidence, "If you value your lives over your complete annihilation, you must turn back now, while our great lord is forgiving!"
I sighed, wondering where did he get all that bravado, he just saw me effortlessly kill two of his guards, "Before continue to shit through your mouth Braavosi, know that I am in a really bad mood today, so even a Lord's messenger, you will be held accountable for the words coming out of your mouth, is that clear?"
"Leave, and submit to the Sealord, and all will be forgiven," The messenger said, ignoring my threat, just how stupid can someone be?
Submission, he wanted me! To submit, how fucking dare he, "If you dont submit, he will kill you and everyone you love,"
"Weaponizing my family, I see, and who's going to swing the sword?" I inquired angry, "Your Sealord?" That was laughable, "You?" Not in a million years, as I talk I continue to move towards the man, and his guards sword out.
"This…. You can't kill the messenger!" The messenger said ordering his men to attack, but those were soon intercepted by my own guard, who were dealing with them quite easily.
"I told you," I whispered close to his ear, "Next time, learn to listen," with that I pushed my blade through his heart, as I stared deep into his eyes, seeing his life slowly drain out of him, panic, fear, anger, were just a few of the emotions I was able to read on his face before he the sweet release of death came for him.
"Kill everyone but one," I ordered my men, after all, I wanted someone to deliver the message that peace was never an option, they threw that to the trash when they helped my enemies.
[Oberyn Martell POV]
The beautiful, but really scary Queen, had ordered me and my army to go and help Ronard, apparently, he is fighting with Braavos.
I didn't bring many men, but she said that I had to prove my loyalty by being there for my King, the things I do for revenge, the things I do for love.
I finally had the chance to avenge Elia, my own sweet little sun that was taken from us, by those wretched lions, and if the price to get the revenge Dorne has been waiting was to kneel for a new King, we would do it.
I didn't care who sat on the throne, all I knew is that I didn't want it, too much work, my only desire was to kill Tywin and his men.
"Let's go men, we are going dancing to Braavos," I ordered, not really sure if any of my men understood my clever word play, about Braavos water dancing.
—
[Daario Naharis POV]
The young bear had changed his schedule completely, and here we were with a contract of defending a city he might not even attack anytime soon
But I suppose getting paid for doing nothing was also acceptable, but one thing was absolutely true, I still had no idea how we would win, when all we had was five hundred soldiers.
I'm not really sure what the masters of Yunkai expect… Because unless we each kill two hundred of his army without dying, this was a suicide.
—
[Tywin Lannister POV]
Dorne had pledged their loyalty to the young bear in Essos, that alongside the north gave the bear around eighty thousand soldiers.
That alone was very troubling, but to trust was just the beginning, the boy had also managed in Essos to acquire an army of one hundred thousand soldiers, which would bring his army to one hundred and eighty thousand soldiers.
And while the young bear continued to grow and grow, our resources, our men, and everything we needed for this war was benign depleted, slowly but surely, every day we were weaker, and because of that we would pay.
If only we could get the Tyrells to join us, we would have a better chance at winning this.
"Renly needs to die," with Renly dead, we would be able to marry Margaery to Joffrey, and in the process we would even the numbers out, because so far, the boy was ahead of us, then again he doesn't have to deal with the idiocy of my children, and the mad rat for a grandchild I had, Joffrey.
The time had come, the time for war, I would be leading the cavalry, with my entire Khalasar moving as one unit, while Lancelot aka Grey worm attacked the the gates of the city.
Our forces were numerously superior to theirs, but they could still prove to be worthy opponents.
Braavos had hired all the sellsword companies with the exception of two, the golden company and the storm crows. But even with those two out of the picture, they still had managed to amass forty thousand outside soldiers, which put them in a total of sixty thousand soldiers on their side.
But while their army could pose a problem, I knew I could handle things as they came, with my horses, ravens, snakes, bears and other animals my army was nearly unstoppable.
But I wasn't going to let this thought of near invincibility cloud my judgment, only fools think of victory before it.
"I will lead the first attack with my Khalasar," I informed my war council.
"And we will lead the navy attack right?" My ironborn inquired, looking at the map.
"Yes," I nodded, turning to the unsullied, "The unsullied alongside Ser Barristan will push the main gate, while I keep their undivided attention on me,"
"It shall be done," Lancelot nodded.
"I will do my best," Ser Barristan bowed.
That was just part A of my plan, with the help of my ravens I would bomb the city with medieval molotovs, setting Braavos and unfortunately it's people on fire, what I wanted to accomplish with this was to diverse their attention with chaos outside and within the city this would break whatever strategy they had, or at the very least weaken them.
But that just the beginning of my Air Force attack, because Roda would be leading the air assault forces B, where five hundred ravens would be dropping poison bombs within the enemy ranks, disrupting their formations and killing some of their ranks. At first I was reluctant to send my ravens with poison to attack, history has proved they tend to kill themselves with that, but Roda showed me they had evolved to the point where they didn't, so I approved of his idea.
With this my victory was partly assured, now it was time to execute my plan.
"To war!" I shouted, rallying my men.
"TO WAR!"
—
At the battle began, with my ravens being the first ones to attack; my loyal birds fly really high, far from the reach from the enemy's arrow range and begin releasing small metal objects that release a poisonous mist. The Braavosi soldiers soon begin to choke and gag. And not having the antidote I had their throat began to swell and one by one they fell into the ground with heavy thuds.
"Wait for it," I had my troops on standby, waiting for my ravens to complete their part.
Soon after the next air strike followed, with the other squad of ravens dropping molotovs, that in total equal barrels of flammable liquid Braavos setting the city in flames from the air.
I let this continue for a few minutes, seeing how my feathery friends destroyed their ranks one by one, but them alone would not win this, it was time.
I gallop with my horse with thousands of Dothraki soldiers following me as I yell "Charge!" My troops rush forward with me with loud war cries. I'm in front of the front of the charge, like a Khal should be, and soon enough, my army crashes into the enemy.
I start hacking at the Braavosi soldiers, killing eight with my first swing without getting off my horse. I swing again, slashing another throat leaving a trail of death behind me as I move forward.
Jumping off my horse, mostly because fighting in one is uncomfortable, I rolled in the ground grabbing a war hammer, deciding to try dual wielding this weapon with my sword, I swung the war hammer, shattering someone's skull with ease.
As I continued with my assault, I duck under a spear that was going for my head in an attempt to kill, with a smile I dropped the war hammer for a second as I grabbed the spear from the still alive enemy disarming him with a swift kick and then jabbed his own weapon through his neck.
Noticing I was about to be surrounded I smiled as I swung my blade killing five guys with a single sweep, taking a deep breath. I keep on dancing through the battlefield, turning and tearing through the Braavosi ranks.
Seeing that around twenty more soldiers were coming my way, I leaped into the air as one spearmen tried to stab me. In the air I grabbed the soldier's neck and with a strong twist broke his neck, doing a one hundred and eighty degree turn.
"Wow, I will call that move the hooterneitor, because hoot damn," I laughed.
With a dark smile I kept on fighting,slaughtering like the pigs they were while laughing and roaring as blood splattered my armor with each swing, at one point I was head to toe covered in their blood.
And after a few hours of them seeing me slaughter them like pigs with no success in harming me, the Braavosi soldiers started to flee in sheer terror from me and my soldiers, but mostly me. My Dothraki warriors of course wouldn't let this happen so they chased them down, wiping everyone that tries to escape my herd.
"To the city!" I shouted, mounting my horse, and immediately galloping to Braavos.
—-
[Ferrego Antaryon POV]
The city was burning, our army was being slaughtered, if this continued we would lose by the end of the day, I was so sure we could hold him down, for years if necessary, but how was I supposed to know he had trained his ravens to drop poison and fire?!
The only option I had was to challenge him to a duel, his champion against mine, the winner takes all.
"Send a Raven to the young bear," This was my last bet, and the last path to victory we still had, my first sword was sure to win for me this war, for there wasn't any better swordsman than him.
—
[Ronard Mormont POV]
A few hours after the slaughter outside the city walls, a Raven arrived from the Sealord, he wanted to avoid any further Braavosi blood to be spilled and requested we solved this with a duel, his champion against mine, the duel had but one rule, I couldn't fight.
This was a high risk, high reward situation, if I won, Braavos would be mine faster, and I would lose less, but if my champion lost, I would have to stop invading them.
"Allow me to fight for you," Ser Barristan said kneeling, "I have fought more duels than any man alive, and I'm still here, let me win this battle for you,"
The old knight was right in one thing, he was my best option, my Dothraki weren't good at fighting armored knights, and I wasn't sure Lancelot could win against the first sword.
"Bring me honor, and glory," I nodded, and I could see as if I had given the man the crown or something, his spirit was fueled with a strong drive to win now.
"I will, my king," Ser Barristan said, with his tone sounding as if he was stating a fact, the fact that his victory was assured.
—
[Brienne of the Kingsguard POV]
I was finally serving the man I loved, I knew I would never be his Queen, but this was more than enough, to be his blade was more than enough.
Today we were preparing for battle, to battle with Stannis's forces the next dawn, and I was guarding him, but a cold and chilling air invaded my very core, fear turning me blind for a second, Immediately I turned around to see a shadow approaching Renly.
"Nooooo!" I shouted rushing to save my king but it was too late
For all I managed to accomplish was seeing my king being slain by the animated shadow, that looked like Stannis.
I had failed, I had failed to protect the man I loved, I failed my duty, but I would avenge him.
As I had agreed on paper, I had chosen a champion and with the champion I met in the arena with the Sealord of Braavos, ensuring it was both a neutral ground for me and for him, my champion was Ser Barristan, who was more than ready to duel the First Sword of Braavos, master of the infamous water dancing sword style.
The crowds in the arena were roaring in anticipation, wanting for the duel to start, and as for me, I was anxious, wondering why the hell I accepted this in the first place, I had already won partially, but it was too late now, so I decided to trust the old knight.
And besides It has been ages since I have seen a proper sword fight, where I'm not involved.
Taking a deep breath, I stand up and shouted "Start!"
Seconds after the two blades clashed and it was like a lightning storm coming together in one place, quite impressive being on the other end, seeing a battle unfold with some good wine, and food.
While many are blinded and deafened by the clashing of metal on metal, I find myself enjoying the thrill of this show, which made me worry a bit, did I enjoy the possibility of losing or that someone else was fighting for me? Or perhaps I just liked the fight with no secret motive.
The crowd was apparently like me enjoying the show because they were going wild, some cheering for Barristan and some for the First Sword of Braavos.
I looked over at the first sword and saw him struggling but standing his ground against the seasoned knight, in a brief moment he noticed I was looking and smiled at me with a toothy smile.
"The fuck?" I muttered, looking over Barristan, "Kill him now!" I had a feeling they were planning something, but what?
At my command, Barristan charged at the First Sword of Braavos, with blinding speed, and while he wasn't nearly as fast as me, it surprised me time, with a singular move his blade flashes in the shock the first sword of Braavos barely moves out of the way, avoiding lethal damage, but not crippling damage. I knew because of how long the Braavosi took to reach that Barristan was going to be faster, too fast for him to avoid completely.
Which is why the First Sword of Braavos ended up with Barristan's blade buried on his right shoulder which made him drop his own sword, pain and shock froze him for a brief second, and that brief second was all the old the knight needed to win, in a swift motion he took his blood-covered blade out of the Braavosi shoulder proceeding to sever his head immediately after.
The duel was complete, I had won.
Barristan turned around, and kneeled as he said, "This victory is in honor of my King, long shall he reign,"
"I won," I turned with a huge smirk on my face to see the Sealord of Braavos smiling.
"For now," The Sealord cackled.
"Ok, please enlighten me?" I sighed, wondering what they did to think they still had a chance.
"Any moment now the poison in your wine will take effect," The Sealord smiled looking at my wine, "You won the battle not the war, young bear,"
"And my men?" I inquired, I had brought one hundred guards with me, keeping my army outside, and while I doubted he managed to poison them, I had to ask, people tend to spill everything when sure of their victory, though I wonder how he will react when he finds out I'm immune to poisoning.
"Just you," The Sealord smiled, "I said I wanted to end this bloodshed, and for that to happen only you have to die! Hahaha!"
"God fucking damn it," I sighed, "And in your plan how did you planned to stop me if I decided to kill you before the poison started to work?"
The Sealord looked at me, and after a second of nothing, probably realizing he didn't plan that far ahead, he unsheathed his blade, "I'm more than enough to kill you,"
"Hahahahahah," I laughed, which apparently made the Sealord really angry, "Oh dear, you were serious… then please… allow me to laugh even harder… HAHAHAHAHA!"
"How dare—-" the Sealord was about to probably say something along the lines of, I am the best blah blah, but I had enough shit for one day, so I shut him up by putting my hand on his mouth.
"And, I am done Sealord, while there's absolutely nothing I'd rather do than stand here and listen to you bluster at me until the heat death of the universe, I literally have a million better things to do, like killing Joffrey. Sooooo" With a huge smile, I threw him like a bag of trash into the arena, loud gasps of shock could be heard around, as I landed beside him.
"How dare you…" The Sealord cried out in pain.
"The following act contains violence, coarse language and adult situations not suitable for minors. Viewer discretion is advised," I chuckled as I grabbed the crying Sealord by his shirt, snapping his neck like a stick before he could even process what was about to happen.
Time to rip off Perfect Cell even more, "Ladies, gentlemen, boys and girls, and those idiots that still think you can best me, I am Ronard. And you may recognize me as the young bear, or as the Khal of the West, or perhaps as the Mighty Conqueror. But that's not what I'm here to talk to about today. Today, I'm making an announcement!" At this point I had everyone's attention in the arena, all the nobles of Braavos staring at me, "I will take this city that much is a fact, it can be by blood or not, I'll let the people of Braavos decide, I'm not that bad, but you will only have till tomorrow at noon to decide,"
Murmurs could be heard among the crowd, fear spreading among them like a pandemic, just what I was looking for, fear breeds submission.
"That should give everyone plenty of time to prepare and get ready to fight me. Or for those that know that it is impossible to beat me but are too stubborn to surrender, time to connect with loved ones, get your affairs in order, or maybe just kill someone! Get a purge going! Live a little! Because in eighteen hours," I chuckled as I pointed to the dead Sealord, "So, keep that in mind and the shit in your parts, and I'll see you all tomorrow at noon! Also, feel free to pray to your God. But spoilers… I won't be listening."
With that I walked out of the arena with my men following me close behind, leaving a mute audience of nobles that were so shocked by my display they couldn't even muster words.
"That speech was certainly terrifying," Ser Barristan said.
"I learned that from a friend, his name is Cell," I chuckled.
"Well, he is really good at making things both oddly appealing to the audience and terrifying," Ser Barristan said.
"War sometimes is more about the mind games than the soldiers," I chuckled.
"That is a wise statement, my King," Ser Barristan nodded.
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[Gordon Ramsey Ravenicus POV]
I was the royal chef for the dragon siblings, and all I did was fucking tasty, corntastic! I was the proud owner of three cornchelin stars!
*Can I eat it now?* Neltharion said trying to take a bit out of the pig I was roasting.
*Caw! Can't you see is raw you stupid baboon!" I shouted angrily slapping the young dragon prince away, *I will let you know when it's ready to go!*
*Hahaha,* Rhaegal laughed.
*Serves you right moron,* Qrow chuckled.
*The fuck you called moron?!* Neltharion growled, smoke coming out of his mouth.
*I can add dragons to the menu! So stop your idiotic activities in my kitchen!* I cawed at them.
*Sorry!* the three young dragons said in one voice.
Braavos took my threat seriously because the next day before noon they were openly surrendering.
Braavos was finally mine, but there were a few rats inside the city that I had to eradicate before moving forward, the iron bank being one of them, they were the main poison inside the city, my city, and I was the antidote.
"The nobles have completely surrendered, my king," Ser Barristan said as he knelt before me.
With a smile, I looked at him and said, "Perfect, send the unsullied to collect all the nobles of the city, including the bankers," To make sure I wouldn't suffer a coup in the future I had to first gather all the rats in one place and then purge the untrustworthy ones, leaving only those that I could trust because they were loyal, or they feared me, either one worked.
Ser Barristan stood up from the floor and said, "As you wish, my king," with that the old knight departed to carry out my orders, leaving me in my office alone.
Now that the city was mine, I had no tangible real reason to stay here, I had my army, and no real opposition on this side of the sea, so I had to start planning my invasion of Westeros.
Daenerys would remain on this side of the sea to rule over the cities we had conquered as their Queen while I fought the Lions in the West. There were many other reasons as to why I wanted to leave her on Essos, for one she would be safe and sound and so would the babies
"A man is surprised," an unfamiliar voice said in the shadows.
Following the sound, I found a man who could only be described as a hobo, but had a dangerous air to it, "A faceless men, here for another chat or?" I inquired taking a deep breath, wondering what did they want this time.
The assassin looked at me, his eyes devoid of any emotion and personality, without fear, without anger, nothing but an empty sheet of everything that makes us human, "A man wants nothing, a man can't kill you, but a man can hurt you,"
Immediately my mind went to my children, my wife, if they couldn't kill me, they sure could try and hurt me, but although the idea of my family being hurt terrified me, I had planned ahead against this scenario for a long time. Daenerys had hundreds of animals always keeping an eye on her and the babies, animals that couldn't be fooled by a fake face, my bears alone could smell strange people from miles away.
With a hard look on my face, I turned my gaze to him as I said, "What's to keep me from destroying your region?"
"Valar Dohaeris, Valar Morghulis," The faceless men smiled, "All men must serve, and all men must die, we are not afraid of death, we serve it"
That much was true, they served death, and were like roaches hard to kill, because you dont know who belongs to the order unless you see them in person, "I'll be honest, I'm confused as to why are you here….'
"A man wanted to strike a deal," The faceless man informed me.
"Go on," I sighed, maybe it would be beneficial for me.
The assassin began to explain how the only thing his guild wanted to do in exchange of never targeting or attacking my family by any means was for me to allow his guild bury me when I died. Weird request, but I was still a bit skeptic, but when I asked him if they wanted to use my face or something, he said no. That what they wanted was to give me to the god of death personally.
So seeing that all they were really asking was to be a free burial service for my old body in the future, I nodded, "Deal,"
"A man is pleased," With that the weird assassin left, leaving me with more questions than answer, but at least I had one less thorn on my ass to worry about fully at the very least.
"Well, that was…. Odd," I sighed.
[Oberyn Martell POV]
When I arrived at Braavos I was more than surprised to see the city was… completely taken over by the young bear, he had managed to do it in less than a week. That is surprising and terrifying. Just how good was this brat in war, to lead the Dothraki he had to be strong, and to win wars he had to be smart, a really fearsome combination.
"State you business," I was abruptly stopped by an unsullied warrior, pointing his spear at me.
"My name is Oberyn Martell, I was sent here by the Queen," I chuckled, taking a step back.
"I'll let the King now, don't move," Oh the unsullied, always straight to business, no fun, but how nostalgic, it reminds me of the old days, when I was traveling around Essos training among them.
"Rude, at least give me your name," I smiled.
"Lancelot," Lancelot, well that was a weird name for an unsullied, if I remembered correctly their masters force them to change names every day, and their names would usually be something insulting and demeaning.
"Don't worry I'll wait here!" I waved him off.
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[Ronard Mormont POV]
Oberyn has arrived….a tad late if you ask but I suppose is the intention what really matters, with his house I had the support of two out of the six great houses in Westeros…. the Greyjoy's were a thing of the past… so I can't count them.
Now all I had to do was get some ships and move my army to the west, and start planning my strategy, from the top of my head I had many ideas, a lot of them involving rats, for kings landing had thousands of them, but I would have to wait.
"My King," Oberyn bowed.
"Let's get to the point shall we?" I knew what he wanted and he knew what I wanted, so why pretend? "I know the only reason your house is joining us is to destroy the Lannister, which is totally fine, I hate those Lions for the most part too, but what comes after that? After the destruction of you enemies… what comes next?" I didn't want allies that would turn their backs at me once their own personal vendetta was complete, I wanted to know to what extent they would stay.
Oberyn looked at me and after a second of humming started to laugh, "A straight to business man, I can respect that… don't worry… you will have Dorne's loyalty as long as you let us have our retribution….." by the end of that his tone of voice was dark and cold, the complete opposite to his normal cheerful demeanor, as if a switch inside of him had been turned off.
"Then we won't have a problem," I nodded, if all they wanted in exchange of their loyalty was Tywin, the mountain and the other idiot that fucked their family, they could have them, "They are yours to do as you please, but leave Joffrey to me,"
"Then, I will do my best to serve you my king," Oberyn smiled.