Game of Thrones: The Prideful One

by Usui Takumii

not mine, cornbringer, from web novel.Total 159 chapters.

6. 51 to 60

[2 WEEKS LATER]

My campsite is fairly simple at the moment, looking like a copy of the shit show of Vaes Dothrak. My tent is cozy enough for me, Daenerys and three baby dragons, that sleep by the fire. For now all I have to do is wait. My ships will arrive soon and things will fall into place. But only having to wait doesn't mean I have to do just that.

It's light outside, a good time to explore and relax for a bit.

"Time to explore a bit," I smiled as I walked out of my tent, being brutally stopped by Neltharion, who hissed at me, practically saying, you are going out without me, not a chance, "You are quite the clingy dragon, are you?" I chuckled as I allowed the little dragon to climb up my back.

*Hiss!* Neltharion hissed happily, once he reached my neck and got in a comfortable position.

"I really hope you don't get like big dogs that never understand their size," I shuddered to think what would happen if Neltharion tried the same thing but being several tons fatter.

*Hiss?* Neltharion hissed in confusion, not really understanding me.

"Well, let's go," I sighed as I walk out the tent, not before leaving a note to Daenerys, saying ~I'll be back by dinner, I need to stretch my legs, love you.~

As I happily step away from my campsite, alert and scanning the ground and sky for danger, with Neltharion doing the same. I walked for the better part of an hour, being sure to have fun along the way. But my mind even here still drifted off to my duties as a leader and a husband. It worries me that Daenerys is so close to giving birth, and there is a chance something might happen to her during the birth, she never gave birth in the show, so I had nothing to compare what was going to happen soon, and it was totally terrifying...

Neltharion starts to purr, almost like a cat, like reassuring me nothing bad will happen, but the idea still sets me off.

"You are right buddy, I need to stay positive," I chuckled as I continued with my little time off adventure.

[Euron Greyjoy POV]

The Iron Islands had been taken by House Mormont, that was unexpected to say the least, for what I could gather he had a massive army, and had amassed a lot of money, taking what is mine would take more that I would like to admit.

And rumours about him going to Essos, and conquering the Dothraki were spiralling like crazy, so while I wanted to kill the bastard, I had to bide my time, and find allies to destroy him.

Maybe ally with the Lannisters, whoever wanted him dead would work just fine.

I could offer the Queen, my cock and the navy she desires, in that exact order.

"He mocks the Drowned God, calling himself the chosen one, but I don't recall choosing him, I am the Drowned God. From Oldtown to Qarth, when men see my sails...they pray, and he will pray."

[Back To Ronard]

After a couple of hours hunting and chilling in the plains, I decided it was time to go back to my campsite. It was a great day, Neltharion seemed to really enjoy the hunting experience, even though he had no power to actually hunt. Yet.

But regardless, he had helped, or at least he thought he had, by hissing at the numerous prey we encountered.

"How about we take this, so they can cook it for us?" I inquired, petting Neltharion softly on his head.

*Hiss,* Neltharion hissed in something that could be translated as, fuck yeah.

"Very well," I chuckled, taking the food we had gathered and putting it on my back, making Neltharion shift his position to fit better.

As I walked back to the camp, I pondered how I would feel with the crown in my head, would I feel any different from now? Or would it feel the same.

Threats would certainly be better contained, and I would have more freedom to live.

One thing was for sure, I wanted to melt that Throne, that shit had only shattered this world, and besides, it looked mighty uncomfortable.

As I was deep in thought the sound of hooves approaching snapped me out of my long reviere.

"My Khal, you left without us," My bloodrider said somewhat insulted, they were supposed to be my shadows, and I left them behind.

"I was hunting, wanted some time alone," I eyed him with a glare that said, I appreciate the gesture but fuck off, "But now that you are here, take this back to the camp, it will be my dinner,"

*Hiiisss!*

"Our dinner," I added.

My bloodriders nodded, as they took the prey I was carrying on my back, giving a horse to ride back.

—

I got back to the campsite where one of my Ravens was waiting for me with a message from my Navy, they apparently were going to arrive earlier than I anticipated, in just one weeks time.

With worked for best considering I wanted to take control of Lys before Daenerys got to the birth part.

"How was your little adventure?" Daenerys inquired entering the war tent.

"It was fine, Neltharion really enjoyed the trip, more so than me," I smiled, seeing the baby Dragon sleeping on my desk.

"He seems really attached to you," Daenerys giggled, "Maybe is a sign you'll be a great dad,"

"I sure hope so, because mine suck," both in this and my past life.

"We are not our fathers," Daenerys smiled soothingly, "I'm not mad, and your not an idiot,"

"I guess," I smiled.

"Any news?" Daenerys inquired.

"Our navy will arrive in a week," I informed her. I had yet to ask my Ravens for the status report of what was happening in Westeros.

"Lys, I heard the call it the city of pleasure," Daenerys smiled, "Seems appropriate to have our kids there, not as appropriate to have them in our home, but this will do."

"Soon," I reassured, soon that crown would be in our heads.

"Soon," Daenerys sighed happily.

—

After getting the update to what was going on in Westeros, I was a tad surprised, it seems I had saved Ned Stark, from his imminent demise. Lord Varys had delivered what he was asked to.

In a different way, I didn't make a deal for Lord Stark, but for his daughters, and because they didn't need to be saved, Varys simply filled that debt with the next best thing, their Father.

Clever little man, he either has an inkling I'm mad at him and because of that he is trying to buy me over, or he is just being extra careful to not owe me anything.

Poor little man, only death awaits him. He put my children on the line, and that was unforgivable.

And, to add to my list of idiots, there was Catelyn Stark, she was already on the list, but got to the top ten really fast, saying I will feel the retribution of House Stark, quite the big words for someone with zero power.

"I can't wait to see her kneeling in my name," I chuckled, imagining how much she would suffer kneeling to someone she once was more powerful.

[Cersei Lannister POV]

Father had arrived, and like I predicted he wasn't happy at all.

"You let our only! Bargaining chip slip between your fingers?!" Father growled, smashing his fist on the table, fissuring the wood just a bit.

"I didn't allow anything, someone helped him… someone inside our ranks," I informed him, trying to keep my mind cool, because no matter how powerful I felt, I still feared Father, the most powerful man in Westeros.

"I didn't get one single competent child, one is an idiot, the other a monster, and you…. Think you are smart, but you are nothing," Father growled.

"I. AM. THE. QUEEN," I was a Queen, I.. how dare he, I was still the Queen.

"Of nothing," Father slapped me, "We have no allies, no bargaining chips, we have nothing, all we have is my army, and my money, so you'll do what I say if you want to win, am I clear?"

"Crystal," I muttered, feeling my face burning with pain and anger, but he was right, without him…. We have no chance.

"Good, and please control the mad dog you have as a child, before I do it," Father added, "And you know full well how I do stuff,"

I gulped, "Yes, father," as I nodded between gritted teeth.

I wrenched my eyes wide open. The sound of my ravens waking me up, it probably was time to the coast, for when my ships arrived. I stared for a second at the black colored ceiling of my tent, really wishing I could sleep a few more seconds, but sadly I have kingly duties to attend to.

"Well, time to see the sore losers," Yesterday I had a drinking contest with my men, and I had drunk enough alcohol to kill two elephants, but because my body metabolism is so efficient in processing toxins and other stuff, my body rendered alcohol useless, I do get tipsy though, but it takes a while.

With a smile, I jumped off the bed, making sure Daenerys was sleeping soundly, and everyone but Neltharion stayed sleeping, for he notices that I'm leaving and climbs up to my shoulder, looking at me like I was about to betray him and leave.

"Let's go buddy," I chuckled while I petted the little Dragon on my shoulder as I walked out.

Outside, I could see my man walking by, eating and drinking, but I wasn't here to admire their basic routines, so with a deep breath of annoyance, mostly because the sunlight was hurting me, for not sleeping enough, I started to walk up to my raven.

*Caw! The ships are arriving at Pentos in Ten Days, we have to move, CAW!* My Raven informed me as soon as I was in front of him, it was time to start marching, but there was a chance Braavos would see an army that big marching towards Pentos as a threat and attack me preemptively .

To avoid ruining my plan I would have to separate my army to show them I was no threat to them, leaving a part with my Wife, at least while I got my ships, the ones coming and the ones I had left on the coast with Viserys.

Talking about Viserys, I wonder how is the little waste of cum is doing, I do hope he is wishing to die at this point.

[Viserys Targaryen POV]

Total and absolute disgrace, I had been forced into the most deplorable situation, but the day of my retribution would come, I would kill that bastard for what he had done, he would pay.

I knew sooner or later my allies would break me free, the sames that Illyrio said that had secret toasts on my name, they were soon to rescue me, I knew I could feel it.

I was their rightful king, and they loved me. It was simply a matter of time, to bring that treacherous snake down, and take what is mine, what belongs to me! My sister and my throne!

[Back to Ronard POV]

My army was composed of eighty thousand men or so, but to get my ship I would travel back with only five thousand men, right about the same amount I had before starting with gathering the Dothraki, it has been quite a while since I last saw Illyrio, I wonder if he still fears me.

I suppose there is only one way to find out if he still does.

"You are in charge of everyone here," I had informed all my men, that while I was gone her words were the law.

"Poor those who disobey their Queen," Daenerys giggled, "I'll be fine, be safe,"

"I will," I nodded, giving her a goodbye kiss.

She would be safe, she had an army few could even hope to match, and a pair of baby dragons ready to bite for her, Neltharion was coming with me, he didn't care for reason, he really imprinted in me, in a cute but obsessive way.

It would take me a couple weeks to reach Pentos, if we didn't encounter any problems, but considering I outnumbered any of the remaining Dothraki tribes, I was good if anyone wanted to raid me, in fact, I welcomed it. That way they would save me the time to go out and look for them, quite the trouble.

"Lets go," I ordered as we marched to Pentos.

[Ned Stark POV]

It has been quite a while since I escaped out of King's Landing thanks to Ronard, so far my merchant caravan had been moving slowly, but I was safe, after all, no one suspected the helper that was working with them, unloading the boxes and items, was actually the Lord everyone was looking for.

Almost three weeks of travelling, where I was on constant paranoia I would be captured, or something would happen, three weeks where I had to be completely alert, but after all that, I was finally here at Riverrun, the ancestral seat of House Tully.

I could feel a smile forming on my face as I saw the Castle as we descended, a few more miles and I would be reunited with my family, freedom within my grasp.

I had to give something to these merchants, they helped me, even though they didn't have too. They… no I had risked their lives for this very moment of peace and tranquility.

"I'm coming home," I muttered with an uncontrollable smile on my face.

This moment of happiness would end quite fast, the moment I arrived, I would be dragged into this war of schemes and backstabbing I have so desperately tried to avoid, I would have to support Stannis on his claim, he was the rightful heir, and yet I owe Ronard my life, I was bound by honor to Stannis, and by Gratitude to Ronard.

What can I do?

[Robb Stark]

Father had escaped a while ago and we had yet to find him, with him the north would be whole again, our family would be whole again, I have tried to be strong, to show I have no fear and will bring the justice the north deserves, but I was afraid, afraid I would lose everyone I loved in this war.

Stannis wanted us to bend the knee, but I had agreed with the Lords to wait for Father's answers, as he was the one who spoke for the North as a whole, but Stannis and the Lannisters aren't our only threat.

Ronard was a pretty prominent one, that was more and more dangerous everyday, he's been increasing his army and resources at an alarming speed, rumours say he already has an army big enough to take on the North and all its banners.

He didn't even take his time to get a new fiance, he was a power hungry man that needed to be taken down, quoting mother, and maybe she was right.

He killed Theon like a Dog, brutally punching him to the death, so maybe mother was right, maybe he was a monster, one that I would have to take care of. That's what I would want to say, but I've seen him fight, I know I can't best him in combat, but with Grey Wind, he stands no chance, no man is stronger than a Direwolf.

"Friend or Foe, If you take a wrong step, I will end you," I sighed, for I was a wolf that would go to hell and back to protect his pack.

*Hrmmm, an idiot he is, if in than Wolf depending he is, Yrrssss* Unbeknownst to him, a very wise raven with a Jedi cape was watching him carefully.

[Joffrey Baratheon POV]

Nothing, no results, nothing! How could they be so insolents to disobey their King, I said I wanted Lord Stark, and he is not here, they deserve to pay for this, yes. They do. They HAVE broken a royal order, and life is the only payment I will accept, their pain will clean them.

"I want all my Royal Guard dead, for their incompetence," I said with a wide smile, I knew Grandfather would support me, he understood how to rule correctly.

"You won't do such a thing," Tywin sighed, who the hell he thinks he is to deny a king of his wish.

"That was an ORDER!" I shouted, anger boiling in my core, as I gritted my teeth, but I was soon enough greeted by a slap.

"You'll do well to remember who is keeping you on that throne, boy." Tywin said, his cold eyes and demeanor were more…. Frightening, I was a King, he can't do this!

"You can't!" I was about to complain but a Glare from Tywin was more than enough to shut me up.

"I can and I will. Behave like a king and I will follow, until then, sit and let me keep you in the throne, am I clear?" Tywin asked with a condescending tone, "With Ronard on our back and Stannis on our front we need every able man, we can't throw resources we don't have… just because you want too, not now."

Ronard that coward, if he was such a threat he would be here feeling the taste of my blade, "Ronard is no threat, once the time comes, I will cut his head, and show him the power of a true King, maybe with a duel,"

"He is a threat, even bigger than Stannis, and his brother, he's been playing the game without losing so far, more than we can say, certainly better than you, so don't think for a second that pretty crown in your head will shrink the massive gap in skill between you and him, and always remember, Kings can always fall," Tywin said with a cold tone, he really thought that bastard was better than me, that he could best me in anything?! uNaCcEpTaBlE, I was superior to Ronard in every WaY!.

"I am better-" I was about to rebut this ludicrous statement but grandfather stopped me.

"I have a kingdom to keep under you... so shut up and let me," Tywin said as he left the Throne Room, not before adding, "I don't have time to waste, especially not with your tantrums."

[ Olenna Tyrell POV]

War, men were such predictable creatures, fighting for power, money and women, but I had to be fair, some fought for other men, like Renly was fighting because of the soft whispers of my grandson, what a foolish little boy, and what's even more foolish is Mace, that thinks the poor lad will win the throne and make Margary his Queen, even if he won this war, which was hardly unlikely, he would most likely put Loras as his queen.

The thought of it really puts on a new perspective, but it wont get to that, Renly is all talk, but little show. Yet here we are too deep into the gutter to escape it now, we must see it through, every time Mace makes a decision by himself consequences of catastrophic magnitudes follow through, in this family only the roses have thorns, and men are no roses.

Mace was too dumb to see we had bigger problems, that it was best if we didnt get into this war so early on, but men rarely do see things outside their narrow point of view.

Ronard Mormont, he was a better candidate to ally ourselves with, after taking care of his wife, he would be free to marry Margery, accidents happen after all, and while he came from a small house the lad was terrifying in many aspects, economically and in war potential he was the best of his generation, by far.

Rumors say he has an army of over eighty thousand soldiers, he himself has conquered, and other most unbelievable rumours say, he has three Dragons. If everything they said was correct, he was the one we needed on our side.

"Frankly, things like this just reassure my point, men should not rule," I sighed.

[Jon Snow - POV]

War had started, my family was in danger, father was missing, so many things but I was held by blood and honor to the night watch, but if I had known this would happen, I would've stayed with them, I would have my sword ready to fight for Robb.

Father taught me honor comes before anything, before family, before love. The least a bastard like me could do was honor his teachings, and hope everything goes well.

"Lord Snow, move your ass, we need you!" My commander in charge shouted.

"Yes, sir!"

[Ned Stark POV]

I was finally within friends and family, Hoster Tully and his son Edmure Tully recognized me, I didn't even have to prove it was me, after a long talk about the how I manage to escape, and my journey, they left me to rest for a bit, to recover myself from all this.

They of course had sent a raven to inform my family of my current whereabouts, it would take a couple of days for us to hear back from them, but soon they would know I was safe and sound here.

Hoster was surprised to say the least when he heard Ronard had been the one to save me from the imminent death that awaited me, Honor, Gratitude, without Ronard I would be dead, but if I went back on my honor….

Things are never easy on war, I would have to end up betraying someone, and in both paths I would lose something.

"Lord Stark, supper is ready," A maid said entering the room I was given.

"I'll be there in a few," I nodded.

[Ronard Mormont POV]

After leaving my wife two weeks ago, with an army to protect her should anything arise that would threaten her safety, I started to make my way to Pentos, by now I could see the city from afar, if I had to take an estimate, I would say I was a few hours away from it. A few hours away from my men and ships.

With that in mind, I speed up our pace, so as to make sure we didn't waste any time. On this march, we weren't here for tourism anyway, the last time I was in this city I left with nothing but my self proclaimed title of kingship and now, I had come back with a new title, the King of the Dothraki tribes, the Great Khal, the Great Stallion… that last one was a tad weird coming from the mouth of a man…. Regardless, I was someone of greater importance. Braavos must consider me a threat regardless of what I do, but they were overconfident, after all, no one would dare to oppose them, they had more money than the seven kingdoms, and the entirety of Essos together, which was an statement of how powerful they were economically speaking.

After all, they had The Iron Bank on their side. And it is the wealthiest bank of the known world that is known because it often lends money to outsiders, such as the Lords of the Seven Kingdoms. The bank is also famous for its discretion and secrecy, no one knows where they are truly located, and or where they save their money, They are also feared, even the Lannisters fear opposing them for a common saying among the Braavosi is The Iron Bank will have its due. If someone happened to fail payment the Iron Bank would sponsor someone to take their enemies down.

But, unlike others, I would succeed in taking every penny they had, I had my Ravens investigating where the bank was truly located and where the money was stored, I expected to know the answer by the moment it was time to march against them.

"Let's go, we have some ships to move," I shouted in a happy tone.

[Arya Stark POV]

Of life of death, I feared my father would not come back, I feared I would lose my family to those bastards ruling, and there was nothing I could do to stop it.

A lady can do and be anything she pleases, A housewife or a trained killer, whatever you do, it makes it ladylike, don't let narrow minded individuals to tell you otherwise, for their minds are weak, and we don't follow the weak.

The voice of Ronard, that time we spent together during his betrothal ceremony echoed in my head, he was right, I might not be able to do anything now, but I will soon, If I keep training and honing my water dancing skills, I will be able to help my family, to save my friends and to kill my enemies.

Too bad Sansa couldn't marry him, he was a decent guy, mother keeps saying he is our enemy, but I don't believe it, like always mother must be wrong, he would never hurt us. Not without a reason.

[Varys POV]

Lord Stark had finally gotten out of the lion's den, he was finally with his family, albeit politically, nonetheless he was immensely more safe that he could have been here.

I wonder, will he support the young bear or the old stag, I did put him on a inner conundrum when I revealed why I was helping him, I wanted to see his resolve, would his honor to Robert bound him to Stannis, or would his Gratitude to Ronard push him to forsake his misplaced honor.

Things would surely prove more difficult for the Wolf, whatever his choice was.

With Ronard on the Targaryen side, Aegon was sure to take up the throne eventually, and if Ronard did not compel, he had already put babies inside Daenerys, he wasn't needed anymore should he prove to be against the rightful ruler.

Though this was easier said than done, he was the most informed me in the world, possibly even more than me, so if I had to take a guess, it was most likely he already knew of my true intentions, if so I had to play safe or I would wake up dead, I had to throw him off his game.

Whether he was a friend or a foe to Aegon it was still to be seen.

"He keeps getting more and more dangerous,"

[Daenerys POV]

Ronard had left almost two weeks ago, to gather our ships, so we could start our conquest, and eventually take what's rightfully mine...rightfully ours.

At this point, surprises were a common occurrence with him, he united a tribe of savages under one banner, our banner, he brought creatures thought to extinct back to life, and had become one of the greatest warriors of this generation, all in the span of sixteen years.

He had accomplish so more, including winning my undying love, so this chance he had given me, to lead his army on his absence, this chance, I would prove him I was more than a decorative Queen, that I too could make our enemies tremble with our mere name, that I could protect him just as he protected me.

Qrow and Rhaegal were key parts of that, for when the time came, I would ride them into battle and burn our enemies, I would not let anyone hurt my family. Not again. For I was the Dragon Queen.

Illyrio welcomed me to Pentos with open arms, and fearful eyes, just as I expected he still remembered our little personal chat, to some degree, I knew he was still double playing but for now he would be allowed to live, he still had some use.

My sources have gathered that Aegon is gathering allies, but struggling to keep up with me, all he had for the moment was Jon Connington, Varys and Illyrio on his side, his location was still unknown for me, as all the information I had gathered about him, came from Varys and Illyrio during their secret exchanges, and both had been very careful not to say where he was, even during their little chats.

Perhaps Varys was catching on with me, or they were really secretive to keep the so called rightful king safe.

I had no hard feelings for Aegon, in fact, I would give the option to just surrender and take Dragonstone, and keep the Targeryen bloodline, but I knew he would not take that offer, after all, any man with a possible claim for power would fight to the death to claim it, he would fight me even if he knew it was a lost cause.

But in the end, wasting time thinking of him was utterly pointless, he was the least of my concerns, a man without an army.

Though I had to admit his existence puzzled me, before I discovered how deep Varys plots reached and heard of him, I had completely ignored his existence, I remember vaguely reading about him in the second book, and how they couldn't really confirm he was who he said he was.

I suppose burning him would prove if his dragon heritage was what he said it was and solve the mystery.

"I have provided your men with all the things you requested," Illryo smiled, bringing back to the real world outside my head.

"Oh, as diligent as ever," I nodded, food and medical supplies were two of the few things I really needed to ensure my army stayed healthy and powerful.

Ignoring Illyrio the rest of the way, I walked to the bay of Pentos with my army behind, my bloodriders were glaring at anyone that even dared to look at me, but while the thought of them being protective was nice and all, in reality this was how Dothraki acted to strangers.

Neltharion was undercover inside my fur jacket, sleeping soundly around my covered neck, I was waiting for the perfect moment to show him off to Illryo and see his expression of suffering when he realizes the Dragon Eggs he sold me hatched, it would be fantastic to experience his dismay. What can I say, I have no sympathy for the magister.

"For the king!" A man shouted jumping from behind trying to stab me with a knife dripping something, I didn't have to be a genius to know it was poison.

Everything around me slowed down as I smiled, it has been quite a while since I had such a blatant assasination attempt, but before I can even reach my blade and kill the poor man that was highly missinform of how hard this would be, my bloodrider cut his head with his Arakh.

"Such a weak man does not deserve to stain the blade of our Khal," My bloodrider said, spitting on the corpse of the assassin.

I smiled at him, while I wanted to deal with the attempt myself, it was also nice to see I had competent men under my banner, "Amazing work, with an impressive clean cut," I smiled as I looked at Illyrio who at this point was sweating his own weight per second.

Did he have something to do with this, hardly. Varys would stage something with more brain behind it, this was not Varys craft, ergo Illyrio had nothing to do with this, but he thought I thought he had, so fear was filling his very core.

"It's alright Illyrio," I smiled, deciding to mess with him another time, "The assassin is death, no need to be afraid,"

With that I returned with my walk leaving the corpse of the assassin to rot in the market as I continued to ignore Illyrio, as I chuckled inwardly at his earlier reaction.

[Tyrion Lannister POV]

The Throne seemed to be fifty percent off, with everyone going for it, it was all I could think off. Stannis Baratheon, Renly Baratheon, Ronard Mormont, all that was left was for the whores to try and claim the throne.

We had some many enemies that if Father somehow pulled the win out of his gold shitting ass it would surprise me, but in all fairness, if someone could do impossible things through questionable means was Father.

The how still eluded me though, but for some reason father wanted me to be the new master of coin, discarding Peter Baelish of his positions, quoting father the man was as trusty as knife through the heart and he was needed elsewhere, outside where he could not damage more the Throne.

And because of that, I was solving unsolvable economical problems that really put into perspective who the hell chooses the people in this small council…. Oh yeah… the last King. I suppose that answers a lot.

We were in debt with the Iron Bank by… an absurdly large amount, and with our enemies on the other side of the sea, we were most likely to pay our dues by their sword, after all, the Iron Bank was famous for financing the enemies of those who have not paid them.

And we have not paid them

But things were starting to improve a bit, Euron Greyjoy had come to talk to me, well… my father about an alliance, he wanted in exchange of his help that we helped him take the Iron Islands, and here I was sealing our alliance, we needed all the allies we could gather.

"So do we have a deal, imp?" Euron smiled, stretching up his hand.

"We do," I smiled, taking his hand.

[Euron Greyjoy POV]

Making a deal with the Lannisters to take back what is mine and more was something I decided on the go, if things went bad for the Lannisters I would just bail out and leave them hanging so it was a win win for me, nothing to lose, much to gain. Just how I like it.

And if I get to fuck the Queen along the way, that would be just a bonus, the cherry on the top, but then again, how many Queens were there, I had a lot to fuck. Cersei Lannister, Margaery Tyrell and, of course, the rare delicacy of Daenerys Targeryn, maybe after all of this ends and their respective men or protector are dead, I can show them a cock worthy of a crown, my own whore house with nothing but Queens. I like the sound of that.

"I wonder if the little Dragoness will like the taste of a Kraken better,," I smiled, as I imagined her little white colored head between my legs choking on my cock, "Well if she doesn't I can always dip my cock on his blood so she can taste her husband in me,"

Unbeknownst to him, a raven with an eyepatch and a black leather robe was watching him, and listening to his suicidal talk, *This motherfucker be dead and he doesn't even know it,'

[Stannis Baratheon POV]

Melisandre said I was the chosen one, the one that would bring the realm together, and yet all I had was opposition, the north had yet to allied with me, my own foolish brother was rising against me, and the rising minor lord of the bear islands was also going for the throne.

But my Red Witch was right, there were Fakes, betrayers. The God of light had assured me that the Throne would be mine, and that they were nothing but shadows I had to cast away to prove I was worthy of his blessing.

And I was, because I was the rightful King of the seven kingdoms and I would have my throne, for I was the prince that was promised, victory was written in my destiny, the fire had spoken of my victory before.

"Nothing will stop me," I stated as a matter of fact.

"Nothing will, my King," Melisandre nodded in approval, "The fire has show me of your victory, all those fakes will fall to your mighty feet,"

The sound of one of my man knocking at my door woke me up, it probably meant two things either we were close or someone was stupid enough to attack us in the sea, so with curiosity I hastily dressed up as I scrambled over to the deck to confirm which one was it, happy for either of the two.

"My King, we are two hours away from the coast close to Lys," The captain of my ship stated, pointing with his finger to the map in front of him.

"Very well," I nodded, it seemed one of my suspicions was right, and I would be reunited with Daenerys soon, it has been almost a month since I last saw her, she must have that beautiful baby bum bigger than when I left her.

My first priority was getting a base in Essos, and Lys would suffice for many purposes, it was on the sea, so it was easily protectable, and it was located close to the Pentos, so travel would be a breeze.

But the one reason that moved me to get this city as a fast as I could was that I didn't really know how much time Daenerys would need to recover, after childbirth, she would be having twins and the medical state of this world was quite lacking, but I would give her all the time she needed on a protected environment.

And Lys was the perfect place for that.

A mercantile city, built on a very fertile island that was very good for agriculture and that at one point was considered a tropical paradise by old Valyrian Dragonlords. This beautiful sunny island would serve as the safe haven I was looking for, for my wife and kid, quite poetic that one of the latest Dragon Ladies is coming back to the island.

But things were easier said than done, and conquering may or may not present its challenges, my ravens had said Lys is protected by high walls and hired sellswords, both navy and land, the navy would be a piece of cake to destroy, but I had yet to see if their army would prove a bigger challenge, after all, numbers don't always win wars. But I would find a way, victory would be mine, one way or another.

But in many aspects it was the right choice, conquering Lys would make me infinitely richer than I was before.

Because. Politically speaking the city was dominated by wealth rather than by birth, so in short, there were no lords, just rich merchants with tons of gold begging to be mine, apparently, Lys is a place where trade is considered a profession more honorable than being a Knight.

But that wasn't all the city was known for, they were renowned in the world for their Pleasure Gardens and Temples dedicated to pleasure, that are said to have the best whores in the known world. I already knew where my men would spend their gold after the conquer.

"Let me know once the land is in sight," I told my men, leaving to my quarters inside the ship.

As I walked to my room I pondered about how Viserys would react to the dragons, and everything, he was still alive, I had yet to see him, but he was on one of the ships. Still in his cell, eating whatever my men decide to give him.

"I wonder if Daenerys will kill him," I chuckled.

[Daenerys Targaryen POV]

I had moved the army to the coast, where we would set camp while we waited for Ronard to arrive with the ships.

Rhaegal and Qrow had been anxious since Ronard wasn't close, they really missed their dad, he was the one that hatched them.

I was starting to actually feel the pregnancy affecting me, my baby bum oven as Ronard calls it had grown a lot these past few days, the twins had decided to expand their poor mother and see how bendy her skin and belly were. But even with all this I can't help but love my little Quimeras as Ronard calls them. Half Bears, Half Dragons.

Whatever they would be, it would be unique and awesome, I just knew it.

"My Khaleesi," Ronard's father Jorah Mormont entered my tent, kneeling not daring to look at my eyes, Ronard had left quite the impression on him, as he should. We can't forgive those who wrong us. But we can make them pay.

"What do you want?" I questioned the disgusting leech, coldly.

"I want to redeem myself, for what I did in the past," Jorah took a deep breath, "I want to offer my blade to be your knight, I want to be your shield should your life ever need one, I want to be of some use to my grandchildren,"

His grandchildren?! He lost that right and privilege the moment the left my husband alone, in a broken kingdom where Anarchy and betrayal rule and the only way to survive is being the bigger monster, "Your life is where is needed, so don't think so highly of yourself," I said while Rhaegar and Qrow hissed at him as if agreeing with me, "You are but a stain on my husband's history and stains can be removed, so do use that brain of yours and remind your place," By this point, Ravens has entered my tent, many of them, all glaring at Jorah, as if awaiting my command to attack, "Next time you disobey your Kings orders, and come and talk to me, I will deliver my husband your head on a silver platter, is that clear?"

"Crystal my Queen,"

—

[Ned Stark POV]

My family was on their way to pick me up, well, Cat was, my son was holding the army together, and my daughters were in Winterfell alongside Bran and Rickon, safe and protected as they should be.

I couldn't wait to hold my son and hug him, I couldn't wait to kiss my wife, and most of all, I couldn't wait to go back to Winterfell and never come back south again, Cat was right, Starks don't do well in the south.

The memories of our walks together seemed so far from reality, I wasn't ready to die and leave my family behind.

"Lord Stark," Hoster Tully said snapping me back to the waking world, the man was making an effort not to look weak, he was deadly sick and bedridden for the most part, but wanted to die like a man, on his feet, "I know it's not Ice, but you will need a new sword," he said as servant handed me a fine long sword, "It's not Valyrian steel but is good enough,"

The Sword was a masterpiece; it could be seen that it was magnificently crafted by a highly skilled blacksmith, it was not as unique as Ice, but it would certainly do the trick when in battle. Whoever made this was very good.

"You didn't have to do this," I smiled, admiring the blade.

"Use it until you get your blade back," Hoster chuckled.

"Aye, that I will," I nodded, Ice would come back to our family, one way or the other.

—

[Catelyn Stark POV]

Ned was alive and was staying with my father in Riverrun, the gods were smiling at me, they had heard my prayers and helped my husband.

Ned said it was thanks to Ronard that he escaped, that by his hand he was able to survive.

But I could see beyond that, Ronard was trying to manipulate Ned into servitude, I wasn't going to let him. That treacherous Rat would not take advantage of Ned anymore. Stannis would make sure of it, once Ned pledged his loyalty to him.

"Let's see how well you do, little bear," I smiled triumphantly. No matter what he was planning, I would always be one step ahead of him. For my family, I would stop him.

*Ok… this bitch is dumb…. her IQ must be negative, this motherfucker needs some books and corn somebody help this bitch increase her brainpower,* Unbeknownst to her, a Raven with an eye patch and a black rob was trying hard to calculate her IQ.

—

[Robb Stark POV]

Father was safe, and the one responsible for it was Ronard, had he foreseen this… just how far ahead he had seen this game played out.

Like mother said he was dangerous, but after this, I doubted he was for us. He had rescued father knowing full well that Father would most likely support Stannis.

He had done something for us, we as a whole would never be able to repay, he had united our family, our pack.

But mother was… paranoid… saying he was trying to manipulate us, to use us. At this point, I was almost sure her ideas and opinions of him were biased on her one-sided hate she had for him. Because I refuse to believe now that he is our enemy and hates us. He had done what I couldn't.

"I wonder why mother hates him so much," I sighed, at first I thought it was for what he did to Theon, but she never liked him, at least not that much to warrant such profound hate.

Daenerys, as I expected, was at the coast, waiting with the army to enter the ship, she was a tad bigger, her belly ever-growing. With a simple glance, I could tell I had a month or two before she was due. So I had to control that fucking island before that happened.

"We are sailing to Lys tomorrow right?" Daenerys inquired sitting on a lounge silver coach, I had bought. They said it was super comfortable.

"Yes," I nodded, as I smiled seeing how dashing she looked.

Daenerys smiled for a moment as she touched her belly, as she gazed into my eyes, "We will win, I feel it."

"Was there ever any doubt?" I smirked at her with a hint of overconfidence.

"No there wasn't," Daenerys giggled.

"Viserys is here, you know?," I sighed, not really knowing what to do with him, setting him free was not an option, and death was something I wanted Daenerys to choose for him.

Daenerys looked at me for a second as if contemplating what to do with her brother, she now had an even bigger reason to deal with him. There is no love like motherly love. If something can move mountains is that unyielding love a mother feels for her children, not all of them feel this, but Daenerys was that type of woman, so all Viserys had to do was say the wrong words and he would be dead.

"I'll deal with him later," Daenerys said with a cold tone, with emotionless eyes, giving me all the information I needed, she had no feelings for him at all anymore, she didn't feel powerless. She knew she was the dragon and he was a fake.

"Do whatever you want, but don't set him free, he steps out of his prison and stays alive, and I'll personally have him skinned," While I trusted she would not so that I had to let her know my thoughts on the matter, I had stationed various snakes around and Ravens should he try and flee, they would kill him in a matter of seconds.

Daenerys actually smiled at that, "I would never, he plotted to have you killed and wanted to sell me as a common whore, he would spend the rest of his days in prison or maybe if I feel generous I will kill him,"

Damn, since when she become so cold blooded and badass, she is so warm and girly with me, but the moment we talk about anything else she goes full Maleficent, I am both intrigued and aroused by this behavior, "My Queen is breathing fire," I smiled.

Daenerys stood up and grabbed my hands putting one on her belly, and the other in my heart, "I have things I would gladly die for now, you and my babies are the only ones I care, for what I care… the world can burn,"

"I agree," I smiled, giving her a soft peck on the lips.

"Do you think they know?" Daenerys inquired after our kiss, making me smile.

They did know, someone had deduced my intentions and wanted to fuck with them, but once again, they used the now most unreliable method of communication, Ravens, and I knew that their Magister was preparing for me.

"They do, but is changes nothing, if a hanged man knows he is going to be hanged, changes nothing,"

—

[Next Day]

After setting the security detail for Daenerys, that consisted in Ravens, Horses, several snakes hiding in every corner of her room and her personal guard that had over one thousand men, we sailed sailed to Lys, my one hundred and fifty ships loaded with men ready to fight and die for me.

Our estimated time of arrival was approximately one day.

The commander of my fleet said we would arrive in a day or so. If we didn't encounter their navy on the way.

And we would not, why? Krakens.

Their navy was a nonexistent concern for me, after all, I had ordered my Krakens to start destroying their ships, eliminating their navy before we even arrived at Lys. Rendering Lys's naval defenses useless.

While seeing my men fight in the sea would be intriguing, I didn't want to risk Daenerys ship being crushed or something, and I also wanted all my men alive and fully rested for the siege that was coming, depending on how well defended the city was it could take from weeks to months to bring them to their knees, but I didn't have the luxury of that. Lys would fall, and it would fall fast.

—

[Peteky Malore - Magister of Lys - POV]

I had received a message from Pentos that a self proclaimed King and Conqueror was coming our way. What at stupid little child, my sources had confirmed he was indeed sailing to Lys. And that would arrive, but like many others he would fail, his army would shatter, his power would vanish and his men would be sold as slaves in my market, and after that I would personally train his wife to be a whore worthy of working in one of my pleasure gardens.

"Kids have a taste for victory and suddenly feel invincible," I laughed, as one of my naked whores served me more wine.

"Our navy is highly accustomed to sea of Lys, no matter how big his army is, it can't do anything if it doesn't land," One of my advisors agreed.

"I can't wait to see if it's true that pure Valyrian pussy tastes like fire," I laughed, but a loud sound startled me, followed by the screams of terror, what was going on outside my beach tower.

Standing up my chair and walking as fast as I could to the window to see what was happening, I glanced outside my tower, and what I saw made me shiver. This shouldn't be happening. Not now.

A Kraken, What is a beast so rare doing here, we have no Krakens close to Lys, they are never around this area, what could've possibly made this terrible scenario, that Kraken would dwindle our ships, but not enough to destroy our navy.

"My lord loom there!" My advisor pointed to another direction.

Another Kraken… two… maybe we could handle….

"My lord!" My advisor cried in panic, pointing to another direction, where the same thing was happening.

More krakens, destroying our ships one by one, they were targeting them… our Navy was done for. There was nothing we could do to stop such creatures.

All I could do was watch in terror how these creatures destroyed my defenses as if they were helping the brat coming up. Destiny was not smiling upon me.

—-

[Ned Stark POV]

I was anxiously waiting for my wife's carriage as I saw it descend from the road, I would be soon reunited with her, and the rest of my family, my pack.

It almost felt as if the war wasn't going on, and we were at peace.

As I pondered over this stupid ideas, deep within my thoughts, the carriage stops, and like an arrow Cat gets out and comes running at my arms.

"Ned!" Cat cried touching my face as if she didn't believe it.

"I'm back," I smiled, not resisting the urge anymore to kiss her.

It was as if I was dying of thirst and her embrace was my only salvation, things like this were never my forte, but I was happy with the thought she knew that I loved her, and needed her.

"I never lost hope the gods would help you," Cat said between sobs, "I never stopped praying for you,"

I smiled hugging her tightly, "We are together at last,"

Our embrace lasted for about five minutes before we broke it off, by this point Cat had calmed down and started to explain to me in detail how the war was going. She also went into detail to explain how Ronard planned to use me, I knew she didn't think much of the lad, but this is… troubling.

"Cat, stop," I said, she was getting on my nerves, I loved her, but he had saved me, he deserved at least some respect, I would not let other bad mouth someone that has only done good to our family, "We owe him a lot, more than he owe us, stop this nonsense, we are northerners, we don't dwell in plots like the southerners, we are for the most part honorable, and the lad for me is honorable, we were the ones that broke our word first and paid a grave price for it,"

Cat glared at me, as if I had insulted her, but it had to be said, if it wasn't for Robert and my lack of spine to stop him, we would have Ronard aiding us right now, and Sansa would have a good husband. We had severed that ourselves, and we are the only ones to blame.

"You'll see like I told not to come to King's landing because you would probably end up dead and it ended up being almost true, you'll see how honorable that kid can be," Cat said with a huff leaving to speak with her father.

"Not even an hour together and we already fought," I sighed.

It was finally here, we had arrived at Lys with no complications just as I expected, now was where the war started, my men were prepared for what is to come, I had told them there were only two rules, no raping, and no killing kids. Most of the last year has been spent increasing my military strength to prepare for the challenges ahead, this was my first challenge. My first conquest as the King of the Seven Kingdoms, the King of Essos.

At the coast, we found nothing but a desolated area, that made unloading and setting the camp walk long and silent. The Magister probably opted to play on the defense without his navy. He didn't have many options after all.

But so much silent could mean they were trying to ambush me, so with that in mind, I sent a few Ravens to scout the area, and some to investigate what the Magister was doing right now.

If they had a militia of two thousand sellswords it would a lot, and against my army of eighty thousand Dothraki, plus what I had from the seven kingdoms. Made his options very limited, he can't face me head-on, so trying to starve me out here the best option, quite crafty considering he is nothing but a merchant, but I suppose I must give credit where its due.

It takes our men roughly eight hours to set the camp, starting with my tent so that my wife could rest, the rest of the day was spent on unloading our supplies from the ships, weapons, food, medical equipment, and more, but it was fairly simple to do it without opposition, I originally expected to face some type of problem once we arrived at the tropical island, but I'm glad I was wrong with that. I can relax at the thought nothing will happen to Dany not even by mistake.

A few hours after setting the camp, my ravens flew back to their posts with updates, and things were mostly like I expected them to be, The Magister had indeed planned a defensive strategy, but not for the entirety of Lys, he had moved the entire company of sellswords he had hired to his castle and had locked himself there with some other nobles, with all the food he was able to move and raid from the people of Lys, his plan. To stall me for a long as possible, while he contacted Braavos for help, little did he know his ravens had betrayed him and no messages would arrive at Braavos, ever.

Little did he know, he made this conquest massively easier, he had left out at their own risk, all the citizens of Lys, from slaves to whore to fend for themselves against my army. All I had to do was show a bit of generosity, after all, If you feed a stray dog, he's going to stay, help someone in need and you will have their undying devotion. Is politics 101, seriously who picks these guys to rule. But not only he had screwed up with his people practically handing them to me on a silver platter, but he had also made my hunt easier, because thanks to him, all my enemies in this island were now in one single place. A target begging to be burned.

"How delightful," I smirked, very happy with the information I had been given.

But that wasn't all the information my Ravens were able to gather for me, apparently, the Magister originally pretended to slave my people, and make my wife. A Queen. His personal whore.

With that insightful new information at hand, I let my men know the situation, sending as you would say political ambassadors around the island with each one a small army of five thousand soldiers to back them up, with simple one mission, to tell all the citizens that would not harm, that our target was the magister, and that if they bowed the knee, we would ensure that the Magister paid for his crimes against them.

As for me, I had an entirely different mission, on a completely different tone, I was not in the mood for peace, quite frankly what I wanted right now was to boil the magister alive for his hubris of thinking that he would ever touch Daenerys, for I would make sure he begged with all his might for the sweet and kind release of death, and only then I would deliver his wretched soul into the fiery pits of hell.

So with anger boiling within my soul and the unyielding desire of butchering a Magister, I rode with my Khalasar to his castle, ready to bring him and every down, no mercy.

My beliefs were simple, in war, if they stand behind me I would give them protection, as I do with my men. If they stand beside me, they would get my respect. But if they stand against me, they would get no mercy.

"May the Gods have mercy upon our enemies!" I shouted, getting cheers of approval from my Khalasar, "Because we won't!"

"Athvilajerar! (WAR!)" My Khalasar chanted as we rode to the castle, each and every single one of them, ready to taint their blades with blood.

[Peteky Malore - Magister of Lys - POV]

The brat had arrived, his army was as my source in Pentos had said, massively big, with over eighty thousand men, Dothrakis, and Westerosi men, but mostly Dothraki.

There was no way I could confront him with my three thousand sellswords, our navy was our only defense, without it, thanks to those Kraken, we were in a pretty bad situation, so I contacted Braavos, with their support this could be salvage, and we would destroy this threat, all I had to do is wait.

And the lowly citizens of Lys would serve as sand for my watch, they would die for a bigger and better cause than themselves, to protect me, their Magister.

"Sir!" One of my servants entered the room, sweating like a mad man, "Our scouts! The came back! the army is moving our way, they say at least over sixty thousand soldiers,"

How did he know where was my castle, there were several dozens in Lys, this castle is even my primary castle, and more importantly, why wasn't he laying waste to the city or focusing on controlling the citizens first?

It mattered not, his army might be big but is useless if he can reach within my walls, I have more than enough food to survive a year feeding everyone here, and more if I just let others starve.

"Have the archers ready," I ordered, should they try to approach too much.

[Back to Ronard POV]

I had two plans for the siege this time around, after all, I was better prepared this time, basically I would set huge scaling ladders against the castle's outer walls. For my soldiers to climb and gain access to the castle. However, this would leave my men vulnerable to arrows and other objects thrown at them from the battlements on the castle walls.

That where my ravens come in. They would attack the archers and help my men to reach the walls.

But this was just plan A, Plan B was that another part of my army would ram the doors of the castle, If we could break down the castle gate, we would have free access to the castle. So with the large wooden logs, I had brought, I would set my men to pound against the gate and eventually until they destroyed the Gate. I would set my men with both plans, and one way or the way, we would enter and lay waste on their men.

"Kill all the archers," I ordered my raven squad, who immediately after left the formation, flying to the castle was to carry out their assignment diligently.

*HISS!* Neltharion hissed excitedly like always he had refused to part ways with me, this would prove beneficial once he was fully grown.

"We'll be there soon," I patted his head, as I continued to gallop with my horse at full speed through the city of Lys, people cowering in fear, not even daring to move, and one can hardly blame them, Dothrakis were quite fearsome, and even more in massive numbers.

*HISSS!* This time I felt anger within Neltharion as if like me, he wanted retribution with the Magister, was he feeling my feelings?

"We will don't worry, he will burn," I smiled with a dark undertone, as I pondered, could Neltharion breath fire already? "Can you set him on fire?" I knew asking this was maybe a tad complicated for a newborn, but they do grow-up fast.

In response, Neltharion blew a bit of fire, doing his maximum effort to keep it up, the fire being at much like two lighters.

This development seemed to depress Neltharion who sulked under my jacket, "Hey buddy, don't worry… you'll be soon burning like a massive flamethrower, besides with a bit of oil, that fire you have will work,"

*Hiss?!* Neltharion hissed, with hope, with an expression that said, really?

"Yes, you will set the man on fire," I chuckled, "Hey maybe we can make a dad and his dragon day out of this,"

*HISS!*

The siege started, with my men executing my plans to the letter, as I shouted, plunging my sword into the ground, "Do you know what's waiting beyond these walls!?" My men in response started to stomp the ground with their feet, "Our prey, our enemies!"

My army at this rose their blades crying out with one voice, cheering for victory, cheering for the battle that was to come.

With a smile forming on my face, I put on my helmet, as I rushed to the walls, being the first to climb the ladders, my Khalasar following close by.

Hundreds of arrows were about to whistle through the air but my Ravens entered the scene, bothering the heck out of the archers, killing some in the process by pushing them off the edge. With this opportunity opening up, I make a hand signal. Half of my men split off part of them trying to climb and the other battering the castle wall, howling like wolves with a thirst for blood.

It took me a few seconds to climb the ladders, but once I was on the edge of the wall, I sprinted towards the archers that were still alive, half of my men behind him. The archers in defense tried to let off a volley of arrows at us, hitting some of my men.

Dodging the incoming arrows, I leaped over the fortifications they had to protected the archers, sword flashing before my feet ever touch the ground. Landing behind them as the archers crumple to the ground as my sword cuts through them. It takes a moment for my men to catch up with and help me lay death into the archers. Within seconds we start to massacre them, erasing their primary defenses, rendering the walls completely useless against my horde of Dothraki climbing. With a smile, I turned around looking at the castle were the Magister was hiding and with a nod, I confirm my next target. My men catch up to this almost unperceivable gesture and rally to the castle.

As I dash for the castle, I hear the door being opened, and the rest of my army rushing in. They had no way of winning now, not that they ever did, it doesn't take me long before I reach the castle, the main event of this invasion.

The archers at the castle unleash a fusillade of arrows, killing a few of my men as we advance. Every few yards another soldier would fall. Several of them are wounded, but if they were not dead they would keep moving forward, as they saw me, their King charging into battle without fear.

As for me, arrows won't stop me, I've been either cutting through them or using my shield to block them, by this point my shield is now quilled with them, as I advanced I see two archers showing their faces, with a smile forming on my face, I grabbed a spear that was dropped on the ground that belonged to one of my fallen comrades and with great force hurled at the archers. Catching them just above the chest, tearing through their throats like a needle and plunging them against the wall like a decoration.

The archers seeing that their efforts were completely in vain and ineffective to slow us, throw down their bows, and take up their spears and swords racked behind them.

But unfortunately for them, I'm already upon them, cutting them down with ruthless precision. Every time my Valyrian sword flashes through the air another man falls, and I just kept sweeping through them like flies, my face painted with their tainted blood. After a second my men catch up and are fighting beside me now, and these sellswords are no match for the Dothraki in hand to hand combat.

On the other side of the castle, my army is slaughtering the sellswords, as for me, I not even breathing hard after the slaughter, this was a piece of cake, I didn't even wake up Neltharion with all this, who was still sleeping on my jacket, with a smile I remove my helmet as I see my army eradicate the rest of the pitiful army they had to defend. With my Dothraki searching the grounds and rooms, dispatching any dying soldiers or men inside the castle.

As I take a seat against the wall, one of my bloodriders hurries over to my side.

"The castle is our, my Khal," The Dothraki cheer at this happy for my victory, their victory.

"Any updates about the Magister?" I inquired, I had told them specifically that I wanted to be the one to kill him.

"There is one area left, that has over five hundred men," My bloodriders nodded, considering he wasn't able to escape the island, by any means, the bastard was there.

"Good, take me there," I smiled.

As I walked to the last part of this castle to conquer, I gaze up at the sky slowly turning my eyes to the captain of this sellsword company.

They are one hundred and fifty meters away give it or so, still alive because my men knew better than to kill them without me here.

With a smile, I point at the captain, "Is your boss inside?" as I shouted an inquired.

"Yes, but we are not going to defend him, this is out of our pay," The captain said, trying to weasel out of this one, "We could work for you…."

"So you will betray your current Patron, for me?" I chuckled as I grabbed a spear from one of my men, with my chuckle turning into a dark smile I heft the spear up, as I calculated the distance and how much force I would need, and throw it at him. The captain barely has time to react to what was happening, but by the moment he realizes what is about to happen, is too late as the spearhead had already found its mark his chest, piercing him and five men to the ground. The captain clutches at the wooden shaft, not comprehending his fate, fear being the last emotion he experienced. The sellsword stare at his fallen captain and looked at me.

"Why would I want someone that will betray me for the better bidder," I said coldly, as I gave the signal to my men to slaughter them, "Men like you, don't deserve the honor to serve me, all you deserve is my blade,"

The Magister was not happy to see, but oh… how happy I was for this opportunity, I was as happy as any man about to kill someone threatening his family could.

"Hello there," I smiled taking a seat, seeing the men tremble before me.

"I surrender…." The Magister said, lowering his head.

"Oh, that's not how it works my friend," I chuckled patting him on the back, "You lost any human rights the moment your mind sailed and decided to make my wife a whore, albeit impossible, as you saw today, the mere thought….. Well… I have no words, you must now."

The Magister was shaking uncontrollably by this point, peeing himself on fear as I soothed him, "No… don't cry now, you will need those tears later, but for now, I want to know, who told you I was coming?" I had received the Raven, but it wasn't signed, I had a hunch it was Illyrio, but I could be wrong.

"A Magister," The Magister answered, not daring to look at me in the eyes.

"You have any idea, how little those that narrow it down?" I sighed.

"Ordello, a friend of Illyrio," The Magister said between rasped breaths.

"Good boy," I patted him, with a soft smile, making him look at me for a second, receiving immediately a punch that knocked down many of his teeth, "Did I give you permission to look at me, worm?"

"No…" The Magister said, bleeding badly through his mouth.

"Exactly, now… as for your…. Sins," I hummed, remembering Neltharion wanted to chip in, which gave me an idea, "You will die, but… your gruesome death needs preparation,"

My idea was to replicate the Sicilian bull just for him, which was an ancient torture device used in Greece. This Bull was a hollow brass statue crafted to resemble a real bull. The Victims we re placed inside, with no escape. The door was shut tight, sealing them in. Fire them would then be lit around the bull. As the victim succumbed to the searing heat inside, he would thrash about and scream in agony. The movements and sounds would be muted by the bull's mass, and thanks to the design of the bull, the sounds inside would transform and sound outside like those of a real bull.

I would commission the Bull, and Neltharion would set the Bull on fire with his cute fire, and that way my little dragon son would feel helpful.

"Make sure he doesn't kill himself," I ordered my Dothraki, as they dragged him to a cell.

With Lys under control, I couldn't help but wonder what was Daenerys doing right now.

The appropriation of the Lys was pretty calm, and without any problems, after all, the people of Lys already hated their Magister, for what he did to them in these dire times, and were too afraid or grateful to complain.

But I knew soon most of Essos would love me, because I would change the political play, starting with Lys.

For starters, having slaves would be illegal, and punishable by death, if the slaves in question wanted to stay with their masters, for any reason, be it Stockholm syndrome or because their masters were actually decent persons, they would be allowed to, as long as it was clear they could leave their post at any given time.

Raiding would be nonexistent, and the Dothraki would be the Army of Essos to stop anyone trying to rise in the profession they had left behind, because of me.

The Dothraki, in turn, would get paid like the army does, with their salaries, or in this case, food and items they require, coming from the exuberant taxes Essos had, seriously no wonder every Magister is extremely rich, the taxes are three times what Westerosi people pay.

I, of course, would try to lower the taxes, if possible, but for now was but a nice thought, to have a general idea of how much I could reduce them, I needed to have every city under my control, with Lys alone my estimate would be really inaccurate, and perhaps implausible.

"My Khal," My bloodrider said, entering the room I was occupying, the old office of the Magister, I was here reading documents and other papers to understand the sociopolitical state of this city a bit better.

"Yes," I said, acknowledging him.

"The Khaleesi is safe and sound, inside the castle as you requested," My bloodrider informed proudly.

"Very good, let her know I'll be with here in a minute," I smiled, as I went back to read all documents the soon to be roasted men had.

"As you command, blood of my blood," My bloodrider left, to complete his task, diligently, may I add.

"Blood of my blood," I chuckled, wondering. Would I ever get used to this?.

—-

[Daenerys POV]

The siege lasted a bit more than a day, out numbers and strategy proving to be vastly superior to Lys defenses.

Ronard had not only won in a timely manner but had done it without killing almost any civilians, getting a massive approval from the citizens that originally feared the Dothraki horse would lay waste to their tropical land.

Now, our tropical island, Ronard, has promised he would give me a safe place to have our kids and recover, and like everything so far, he has delivered every promise.

Lys was officially our first conquest together, the place where my kids would be born.

"My Khaleesi," One of Ronard's blood riders said entering my chambers, "Our great Khal will be with you shortly,"

That sounded like Ronard, always working, worthy of being King, my King, "Very well, thanks."

With that, I was left alone, with my two small baby dragons, and my personal squad of ravens.

—

[Ned Stark POV]

After a few days of travel, I had finally arrived at the garrison my son had set close to the borders of the Riverlands, it was relatively close, with only being five days of travel to get there from the castle of House Tully, once I arrived, I couldn't help but find that it was surprising to see that all the houses of the North, my land, had raised their banners to help my son set this injustice I had suffered, right. For the exception of House Mormont, they had refused to come, not that I blamed them for it.

Many did, that's was at least what Cat said.

"Father!" Robb cried out the moment I stood out the car, hugging tightly, with love, but something about him was different, this war had changed him.

"You have done good, I'm proud of you," I smiled genuinely, my son had held a war without succumbing to the pressures of one.

"I have only done what you would've done," Robb smiled, as he turned to Cat that had just recently gotten out of the carriage, "Mother," Robb approached her hugging her in the same lovely embrace he gave me as he asked, "How is grandfather?"

"Good," Cat answered drily, as she started to walk away to what I assumed was our tent, "I need to rest for the moment, my head hurts,"

Robb sighed as he gave me a look, "Does it has to do with Ronard?"

I sighed back, "It does, I don't agree with her ideas about what is going on with Ronard,"

"I believed her at first," Robb smiled sadly seeing his mother fade into the background, "But he saved you, he brought you back to the north where you belong, and until he proves otherwise… he is someone I would like to call a friend,"

I smiled at my son, but the matters were a bit more delicate than that, Ronard wanted the throne, and so did everyone but ours, so that only left me with two options, either I waged war against Ronard, who was part of us, part of our Kin, a true northerner like almost everyone at this garrison, or I helped him.

Enemies or Allies, there wasn't a middle ground, and I had to make that choice.

"I know…" I smiled.

[Sansa Stark POV]

Father was save and sound, at first, I thought it was a cruel joke from Joffrey, that little monster would surely enjoy seeing me get hopes just to crush them under his heel.

But, after getting a few more ravens, I had no other choice but to believe it, Father was alive, and the responsible for it was Ronard. He had saved father when he didn't have too.

It's been a while since I last saw him, but I have some much to thank him, he might not have ended marrying me, but he had kept his promises, he had kept me safe, even from afar.

Something mother didn't see at all, she hated him, for reasons I had yet to find, she was so unfair with him that made me question everything I had seen from her, was this the same treatment Jon received. Was Jon like Ronard mistreated and misjudged by her delusional mind, after all, that was the only description I could come up with, Ronard had done nothing but help us, and yet she hates him.

Perhaps I should write Jon a letter, apologizing for how I treated him because apparently I had just opened my eyes to the truth. How naive I was.

Form your own opinions Sansa, don't let others decide what you think, you are a wolf Sansa, not a sheep. And only the sheep follow others blindly.

"You were right all along,"

[Arya Stark POV]

I knew it! Ronard would never hurt us, he was our friend! I'm never wrong with the people I like, and he was on my list of people I considered great, he had saved father, just because he could. He had kept our family, our pack of wolves together.

Mother was like always in the wrong about him, like she has always been about Jon, and what ladies should do and not do.

One day I would pay him all he had done for us, maybe I could be one of his Knights, he did say I had talent, one day I would be his fang, the fang of the Westeros.

"I like that name," I laughed as I continued to practice with my sword.

[Cersei POV]

Lord Stark had escaped my grasp and had joined his family and their army whose plan was to overthrow their rightful king Joffrey if that wolf allied himself with Stannis, and they somehow managed to convince Renly to join them, our heads would be on the ropes by next morning.

This, of course, was totally implausible, for Renly and Stannis hated each other and would never bend the knee, and as for Lord Stark, he was in debt with Ronard for saving him.

How did Ronard's influence manage to get so far as to have people inside our ranks eluded me, but was a clear statement I had misjudged the little lord, he certainly played the game better than I had anticipated, better than most, after all, by saving Lord Stark he had most likely won an ally, and had, in turn, weaken us.

Father had the little bear in high regard, saying that out of all the enemies we were facing, Ronard would prove to be the most… dangerous and unpredictable.

But like always, we would come on top, we were lions, and lions won, even Tyrion… that little monster had given his pitiful existence some value after he sealed an alliance with Euron Greyjoy, gaining his fleet to our side.

"Sister, we need to talk," Tyrion said, entering my room, already ruining my day.

"What do you want, make it quick," I inquired.

"We need to talk about Myrcella and possible alliances," Tyrion said, getting a cup of wine.

He wanted to sell my daughter like a whore, as Father had done with me?! How could he even considered that my children belonged with me, and with me, they would all stay!

"I will not sell Myrcella like a cheap whore!" I hissed at him, wanting to strangle his little neck and see his life slowly fade away.

"Father has already agreed on it, I was just being polite… but we need the Martells in our side, we have no allies," Tyrion sighed, shocking me what he had said, Father had agreed to this? After everything our house had done to theirs, Myrcella would die there.

"They would kill her there," I growled.

"Dorne is known for two things, no boundaries when it comes to sex, and that they don't harm children," Tyrion said.

"I will take this discussion with father, he can't decide these things without me!" I said before storming out of the room, looking for father.

It's was the evening of my second week in Lys, before leaving I had to set and put everything ready for Daenerys so she wouldn't have to move a finger, so with that in mind, I stayed setting up the city for her, a little paradise just for her.

So after two week, I was finally due to leave, but as if the gods wanted me to stay the winds started to howl outside shaking the sea violently, apparently, a storm was coming our way, a really big one. Which meant I would have to delay my plans for a couple of days or so, at least for the moment being, not that I really cared.

Daenerys was probably in her last month of pregnancy at this point. And while I wanted to start waging my war to the other cities so as to keep her out of the enemy's sight, a bigger part of me wanted to see my children, I wanted to hold them.

"It seems you are staying," Daenerys smiled, "Maybe our little chimeras will decide to come out during this time, maybe they want to say hi to daddy,"

"Heh, that would be lovely," I chuckled, touching her belly with the utmost care wondering if my little warriors would come out and say hi soon.

*Our motherly caw! Instincts feel they are about to hatch! Any time this week!* The ravens that usually protected her, or brooded her pregnant stated, and while I knew what they meant by that she was about to hatch, the image they put on my head was disturbing, to say the least.

"What do they say?" Daenerys giggled.

"That our little chimeras are about coming any day now," I answered with a smile of my own.

As we continued to talk about how the kids would look, and names for them, my mind started to ponder on what was my family on Bear Island doing right now.

I knew they were safe, and out of the political mess that was moving inside the seven kingdoms that was the main reason I had left them there, to avoid any of them getting hurt, a safe haven for them, like the one I'm giving Daenerys right now, but even though I knew they were safe, I didn't really know how was my little cousin, Lyanna, or my Aunt Maege.

Were they happy? Sad, something in between?

[Maege Mormont POV]

Today, like every afternoon, I was alone walking in the forest with one of the many of armored bears Ronard left behind, with my mind on the idea that, it had been quite a while since my great-nephew left to Essos, originally it was intended to be a simple and uncomplicated business trip, and yet, somehow he ended up marrying Daenerys Targaryen, also declaring his intentions to conquer the known world, becoming one of the most prominent players on this war game.

Did I approve what he was doing, no it a million years, but he was family, and we bears stand together, against anything and anyone, because we don't a reason to stand for our family, we don't need to be logical.

But I can't say I fault my little nephew, everything started when they broke his betrothal, and he probably made his second one with rage and thirst for retribution.

"Mom, when is cousin Ronard coming back?" Lyanna inquired, running towards me, smiling at the bear, like always she was wearing her custom made battle armor, since Ronard left she had been practicing nonstop to be a warrior on pair with him, wanting to be of use to us, to his cousin, "Maybe he needs a bodyguard?"

I smiled, no matter how impulsive Ronard's decisions were, he had made such a good impression on everyone that served under him or with him, that we would follow him to hell, "He will be back soon, he is one of us, and we bears don't die so easily, we bears stand together,"

"Aye," Lyanna smiled, satisfied with the answer as she left fading deep into the woods to practice.

"Stupid boy," I growled with a smile on my face, "If you wanted help taking over Essos, why didn't you call us, we bears must stick together!"

[Daecy Mormont POV]

Ronard had left and had started a war without us, his family, and that was something I planned to fix, I wasn't going to let my cousin go into battle without us, not any longer, not without his armored bears, and his armored ladies, as he used to call us.

"You were right, mother has no idea when he is coming back," Lyanna sighed with a pout, that turned to smile really fast, "When are we leaving?"

Lyanna had discovered my plan to go and help Ronard, and the only way I managed to buy her silence was to offer her to come with me, and it wasn't like she was going to charge into battle, Ronard would probably have her with his new wife. As for me, I wanted to go into this war with him, I wanted to ensure he would come back to us, his family.

He was beyond reckless, always acting like he was invincible, unstoppable, unkillable, but no one really is, so he needed us, by his side, to help him.

"We have to leave tonight, I have gathered half of the bear squadron, and some of our men," I smirked at her.

"Very well," Lyanna smiled excitedly.

*Finally, we will be able to serve the vodkabringer,* One of the many armored bears coming with us growled, as soon the other growled in approval.

"Sometimes I feel they can understand me," Lyanna added with a puzzled look on her face.

Later that night, Lyanna and I left the house, being careful as to not be seen or hear, the men I had gathered were loyal to Ronard like everyone on the island, but unlike others, these would keep quiet, so that mother wouldn't stop us.

"So you finally decide to leave?" The voice of my mother stopped me cold on my tracks as I was running through the forest.

She was standing against the tree with a mug of vodka on her left hand, and her weapon on her right, looking at us, with cold-blooded eyes for a brief yet long moment that seemed to last an eternity before she suddenly smiled, "Be sure to slap the brat for me,"

"He would dodge it," I laughed as if the palpable tension that was a few minutes ago had never existed.

"Is the thought what counts," Mother laughed, turning her gaze to Lyanna.

"I will go, you can't stop me!" Lyanna said standing her ground, as if ready to fight her way out of this, knowing full well mother would give her the spanking of her life.

"I won,t" Mother laughed, so loud and fluidly that her mug was spilling vodka around as if leaking, "I killed my first men when I was your age, I learned how to fight before I even learned how to read, that is our way, Ronard made our island safer, but it wasn't always like that, we the womens of bear island don't standby as the men fight, we fight with them and we fight BETTER! So go out there and come back, or I will bring you back to life and kill you again for disobeying me!"

"Aye," Lyanna smiled nodding.

"I will make sure she comes back," I smiled.

"Aye, you better make sure we have the same amount of bears or more when you come back," Mother laughed, as she moved out of the way, "I believe your crew is waiting."

[Renly Baratheon POV]

I had the Tyrells with me, and an army of one hundred thousand men, loyal to me, and yet, I was losing, my brother and the north refused to bend the knee for me, all I had was Loras, who firmly believe I was going to win.

I had to unite the seven kingdoms so that I could focus on getting rid of the menace that the lord of the bear islands had become.

"Why so tense," Loras smirked, kissing me, "Do you have some tensions to release my king?"

"I do, but only their heads rolling would fix that," I smirked at him, kissing him back, "Though, your body does wonders,"

"I know, and it's all for you," Loras said, and after that, I was engulfed in the fiery pit of pleasure.