[Daenerys POV]
It has been a couple of weeks since Ronard decided to stay after an awful storm, and I was full of hope he would see our children's first breath of air, and it seemed that time was coming near, I could feel it.
This morning was very cold and for some reason my back ached a lot. Ronard wasn't on the bed, probably working on the office, so I staggered as I walked to find him.
Thirst filling my body with an unfathomable strength, drying my very core.
Deciding it was best to satiate this basic need first, I went to my night table and drank the cup of water that was placed there, as I stared at the cup feeling as if I was drinking air, not really satiating the feeling I had.
After finishing that unsatisfying cup of water, that did close to absolutely nothing, I decided to continue my quest to find Ronard, my mind and body needed him.
As I walked through the long castle halls that seemed to have become plains on their own right, I asked everyone if they had seen Ronard, nobody knew where he was, and by the looks of the ravens following me with worriedly looks through neither did they.
After a few hours looking, with noon coming close the backache increased, sending chills down my spine, working itself into a slow rhythm.
And with this It dawned on me very clear that my little chimeras were not waiting any longer.
"Where in the seven is that man," I growled desperate, he had to be here, this pain was as much his as it was mine.
My search for Ronard elongated until the afternoon, my backache had evolved and was encircling my entire being by this point I could do nothing but pant and whimper in pain, the steady rattle of rain dampening her moaning call for succor. The pain that started as nothing but a soft back pain had increased to waves of cramping agony that left me gasping for breath, and on and on, the Ravens at this point we're panicking, some even flew away to find Ronard, with the pain abstracting my feeling of time the became night in the blink of an eye.
I could hear the doctors Ronard had hired murmuring to each other, I could see the tops of their stupid heads, I could feel their concerns.
And suddenly like a dam breaking without notice, with a pain that struck fast like a lighting. My water broke. With more surprise that concern I looked down the floor that was drenched with whatever came out of me.
All but one thought occurred to me once again, where in the seven was my husband!?.
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[Ronard Mormont POV]
Today was a great day to go out for a hunt with Neltharion, he wanted to eat, and enjoyed hunting his meals with me, so as to make it more interesting I sneaked with my dragon son out of the castle, making sure to avoid everyone, including my Ravens, today it was all about me and Neltharion.
And what a great day it was, Neltharion had eaten ten times his weight, I could feel it on my shoulder, and while he wanted to keep hunting, the night was already about us and everyone could be worried about us.
*Cawwwww!*
That sound was indistinguishable, one of my raven had found me, with a smile I turned around, to see around twenty Ravens flying at me.
Getting closer and closer….too close...
*CAWWWWWW!* All the ravens cawed in one voice, not slowing down, not even a bit.
Why weren't they slowing down… at this point they would crash with me, they must know that… right? RIGHT?
*CAWWWWWW!* Like a thunder all the twenty Ravens collided with me, peaks first making me flinch in… a mild amount of pain, it didn't hurt much, it was the equivalent of stepping on a lego with a normal human body. But still… auch.
"Why the heck are you guys doing that?!" I asked them partly angry, but a bigger part of me was confused as to why they would try to kamikaze themselves against me, that stun had done more damage to them than me.
*Lady corntaker and her eggs are hatching!* All the Ravens said in one voice.
Hatching... FUCK!
"Fuck!" It took my brain a full second before I could process and react to this news, and before I knew it I was running through the forest leaving the flash in shame.
*Hisssssssss!* Neltharion hissed digging his tiny claws on my shoulder to not fall like a meteor on the ground.
I grabbed the little dragon and kept him on a tight grip while I ran through the forest, with the city looming nearer and nearer, as if I was zooming into a pic.
It took me a couple seconds to reach the city, but I didn't stop nor slowed down, I continued to run, with my Ravens flying behind me, dashing through the city as if it was in flames, it only took me a couple more minutes to reach the castle that I just parkoured to the top, with my fingertips bleeding lightly for the harsh treatment.
Following my Ravens, until I eventually heard Daenerys, her voice cracking and asking for me, in pain.
That alone pushed me into overdrive, giving me a nitro push, that increased my already high speed even more.
Eventually I reached the room where she was at and with a kick strong enough to bust the door down, I ran towards my wife who just glared at me.
"Sorry, I was hunting," I said holding her hand.
"Traditions say…" the doctor was about to tell me how I shouldn't be here, but the piercing and deadly gaze of my wife in pain was enough to shut him up.
"Where the fuck where you!" Daenerys asked panting with pain.
"I was hunting with Neltharion," I said explaining myself once again, while pointing to the scared dragon that was clutching with all his might to my chest with his tiny claws, still processing what happened.
"I hate you!" Daenerys growled, gripping my hand with enough strength to bring a normal man down.
"You don't," I whispered to her ear, letting her trash my poor hand all she wanted.
"I do right now!" Daenerys shouted pushing once more, her face being red for this immense effort she was putting.
This continued for a couple of hours and before we realized it we heard the sharp, angry, and surprisingly loud cry that thundered inside the room, before we could even process what we heard the doctor smiled as he said it was a boy.
The doctor handed the baby to me, so small, as if he knew I was his papa, the baby stopped crying tiny fingers curling around my pinky.
I never felt so powerless, so out of control.
I watched my son peer through brand new eyes at what must be such a strange world, with no fear, only wonder.
"I… I…" I tried to form a coherent sentence but my mind was drunk with emotions, tears flowing like a fucking river through my eyes.
A few moments after, a similar but equally sharp cry echoed the last one startling me a bit, thundering with equal strength inside the room.
"It's a girl!" The doctor said handing the baby girl to Daenerys.
With something reminiscent of a smile the little baby looks at us as with eyes filled with nothing but innocence, I smiled with a cracked chuckled as I see her tiny legs kick in a tiny jagged motion, looking for that resistance they are used to inside the womb, I guess.
"They are so beautiful," Daenerys said weakly, with a smile that could overthrow the sun.
By this point, my mind was partially back together, "They are," and nothing will ever harm them.
*Cawwwww! I am not crying you are*
*I need a tissue… I need one cawwww!*
*Cawwwwww so… caw beautiful!*
*We won't let anyone hurt them caw!*
After the birth of the twins, I stayed a couple of weeks on the island with Daenerys and them, they were so beautiful, my little Geralt and Alyssa Mormont, but everything most come to an end , and for me it was unfortunately, it was time to go, I had enemies and rivals that I had to eliminate, to ensure the safety of my family.
So today, it would be my parting day, I was sad to leave.
But I had the memory of that fateful day, I'll never forget the moment I held my son and daughter for the first time, I was mentally exhausted and terrified and mostly overwhelmed with everything, but then moment I laid my eyes on them I was also so very much in love, love at first sight, it was as if my life was theirs now and it probably was. A part of me still couldn't believe this was actually happening, while another part of me felt overwhelmed with all the happiness, and I can only imagine what Daenerys feels when she looks at them.
My Ravens were very much in love with my kids, Roda personally had requested to be there for them to defend them should anything come their way, how could I reject such offer.
"Promise to come back," Daenerys smiled, holding the twins with a soft smile, "If not for me, for them."
"I will," I smiled kissing her and the babies in the forehead, my son was probably a baby copy of me, he had her mothers eyes though, but with my complexion, dark hair, and same skin tone, as for my daughter, she took so much from Daenerys, I could faintly see she would have white golden hair like her mother, one thing I knew is that I would spoil the ever-living shit of them.
As I continued to talk with Daenerys, I heard one of my men shout, that a ship was coming, "A ship!"
It couldn't be any enemies, I had haft of my Krakens protecting the island, and they would never leaver their posts, so whoever was coming was friendly, or at the very least using friendly colors, which would prove my defenses needed some improvement.
With a look, Daenerys understood that it was best if she and the twins waited inside the castle, while I sorted this unexpected incident.
Gathering a few of my men, I ran to the bay ready for anything, should they be enemies, they had committed the most stupid and sad attempt of an infiltration ever if they were allies… well I suppose the term allies is a vague one, I only trust Daenerys and my animals, and I suppose my family.
It didn't take us long to arrive at the coast, after all, we were very close mostly because I was suppose to leave today. They ship that had arrived had my house colors and banner, so it either meant that some of my men had decided to go over my orders and come, or someone had stolen one of our ships and was trying to trojan horse my ass.
With an eyebrow raised, and mild curiosity taking over, I approached the ship, even more from a new perspective and now I could clearly see from this new angle that the men running the ship were my men.
"Hello, my lord, or should I call you my king now?" That voice was easy to recognize, Dacey Mormont was here, with a sigh I turned around seeing her sitting on a pile of rocks and weapons, with a stern but playful look.
Behind her was Lyanna, with a shy expression on her face but also with a strong resolve to be here, standing with her custom made armor to fit her young body, "Hi… my lord! I mean, my king!" Maybe she was nervous; they had disobeyed my rules, after all.
"I'm going to ask this once, and only once," I smiled coldly, narrowing my eyes, "Why are you two here?"
Dacey took a step forward without skipping a beat and answered without fear or hesitation, "To help you, we are family, and we bears stand together, so here we stand!" There she goes quoting our family motto.
I sighed, turning my gaze to Lyanna, "And why is she here? You must know she is too young for war,"
"Mormont women don't shy off from war or a fight!" Lyanna said with determination, shaking her apparent shyness away like it never existed.
"Tell that to a man piercing your throat," I spat, she could be killed or raped, or worse.
"I want to be of help, I have been training, I can do it," Lyanna said with resolve.
"You two have disobeyed direct orders from your lord and now king," I stated with an emotionless tone, "But I'm a kind man, so your punishment will be light, Dacey, you will help me on the fight, but seeing you cant follow simple commands you will be under me, as one of my guards, losing control of the men you brought and anything,"
"It will be my honor," Dacey kneeled, her blade shining with the daylight, this was supposed to be a light punishment, demoting her from commander to a simple guard, and it aligned with my original plan, for I would keep her out of trouble.
"As for you, Lyanna," I had to think of another job that sounded like a punishment but was actually not my babies bingo, "You will guard and protect my kids with your life, is that clear?"
Both Lyanna and Dacey froze for a moment, smiles forcibly forming in their faces.
"It would be a great honor, my king!" Lyanna practically threw herself into a kneeling position, once again, my pseudo punishments weren't taken that way, but I suppose only our family would take something like this, they had lost for the moment being their power to command others as a punishment, and yet they were happy to serve me, in ways most lords that had a taste for power would find demeaning and a waste of their so-called superior qualities.
After a long minute of nothing but dead silence, I laughed as I hugged the living shit out of them, "Now that I did my kingly duty, are you two ready to meet your niece and nephew?"
"Niece and Nephew?" Lyanna inquired with excitement but was confused by the terminology, after all, they weren't my biological sisters, and my kids weren't their niece and nephew, but I was raised with them, they were my family and the closest thing I had to siblings.
"Yes, now we can leave them waiting, they are eager to meet their aunts," I smiled, practically dragging them over to the castle, I had to flex my adorable bundles of joy, like a good father I had to.
[Euron Greyjoy POV]
Soon, the Sea Stone Throne, would be mine, with my ship the silence, adorably named for the fact that I cut out the tongues of all who serve it in, just because a mute man cant spill secrets, my secrets, or annoy me by talking. Ronard might have a big army, overwhelming mine, but he made a grave and terrible mistake, for his greatest weapon would turn to be his greatest weakness, His dragons would turn on him because I will be able to control them with the dragon horn, I found in Valyria.
"A little blow on this bad guy and his dragons will obey me, and his head will be toasted," I smiled, for this war was won the moment I entered it.
After admiring my trump card for a bit, I decided to go to the war council I had been invited to see what were the plans the old lion had.
"I have heard of you" Tywin the old lion said with a scrutinizing look as if measuring me up, and his expression said he was not impressed, but oh, he should, "Cruel and fearless, but also… unstable, you might be already playing us, you only play for your own gain, and that is something I can respect, but unlike you, we Lannisters keep our word and pay our debts."
"We shouldn't trust him; he is a man that insults the gods and stabs everyone he serves," One of Tywin's generals said, looking at me with disdain.
"Godless? Me? Tywin it seems your generals are going senile, I am the godliest man ever to raise sail! You serve merely Seven Gods, but I have served ten thousand. From Ib to Asshai, and for that I was made the Drowned God, and now when men see my sails, they pray. But I don't listen," I smiled at the everyone table, "Don't worry, we share a common enemy, one that we both want death,"
"That we do, for now," Tywin nodded, the old was catching on, he knew or expected my betrayal once we eliminated our common enemy, no wonder he has such a fame.
After presenting my wife and kids, to my cousins and letting them get to know each other a bit with small talk and stuff, I left for Myr and Tyrosh, the next targets of my list, leaving both Lyanna and Dacey on the island, with the mission to protect my most precious things.
I knew that my son, Geralt Mormont, and my sweet little princess, Alyssa Mormont, my two greatest treasures would be safe, I still remember when Daenerys asked why I had named our son Geralt, sadly it's a reference she will never understand.
While I originally wanted to bring Dacey with me, I eventually caved in to the new voice in my head saying she would do better than any other soldier in my army protecting the babies, she was a woman's that could give Brienne a run for her money in battle, and would die for me, my kids or my wife.
She was initially surprised that I had changed my mind, but still happily obliged to her new task at hand.
And finally after almost two months of doing nothing but chilling for the most part, and taking in the fact I was a parent, I was back on my conquest plans.
Myr and Tyrosh, Myr was a city close to the shore and Tyrosh was an island, so I would have to be careful, while pushing them, unlike during Lys siege I didn't have many krakens to take their navy down, after all, I had left the majority of them in Lys to ensure invaders found the place, a tad difficult to invade.
But even one Kraken can do a lot of damage, so I decided to kill two cities with one stone, with a simple, yet effective plan, first I would send two out of the three Krakens I had with me right now to Tyrosh, their mission the same they had in Lys, to destroy their navy and cage them in with no escape, the last Kraken to attack Myr's Navy, slowly decimating them.
While, I would be leading the charge to Myr with my cavalry on the land.
With this triple assault, I would cut the amount of time it would take me to subdue both cities, ensuring maximum efficiency.
In a military point of view, all I knew about Myr was that they, like Dorne fought traps and misdirection, by using poisons and other stuff to kill their enemies, everything in Myr was coated in poison from the daggers to the arrows.
Which was incredibly effective against my basically naked Dothraki, but even with their Dorne-like tactics, we would win, Myr didn't have a big army, being among the weakest cities in Essos, but the reason it was one of the best cities available was because they were the most technologically advanced city in Essos and probably the known way world.
"I have to destroy these cities fast, the last thing I want is my kids forgetting my face," I chuckled as I sulked in sadness imagining that.
*They won't forget your smell, I know I wouldn't,* Neltharion added approaching me from behind, trying to calm me down, but ended scaring the crap out of me.
"Since when can you talk?!" I wasn't scared but from only hissing to this, it was a big jump.
*...A month or so, one day I didn't know and the next one…* Neltharion shrugged.
"And you just now decided to talk?" I inquired, wondering why it took him a month to do so.
*Never had anything good to say before, and you never asked, besides you understand me without talking,* Neltharion answered.
"...From now on tell me when you learn something new… do your brothers talk like you..?" I inquired, did they evolve like him or would it take them more time?
*Sure and no, my brothers can't talk yet, Roda says it's because, I'm the one that spends more time with you so they will need more time, don't really know what that has to do with it, but that's what he said* Neltharion shrugged.
Roda was probably onto something with that, usually animals the closer the get to me the weirder they get, it all started with him, who eventually changed to Roda, which would explain why Neltharion was the first of his brothers to talk, so Roda's theory had some merit, I was basically a radioactive man that gave animals personalities and a voice.
"Huh, well take that evolution, shove it!" I chuckled.
*Anyway, don't sulk… my new brother and sister won't forget you,* Neltharion added trying to finalize my concerns.
I looked at the dragon whose size was roughly above a big dog now, and smiled, "Well, and even if they do, I'll work it out,"
*That's the spirit dad,* Neltharion hissed happily, *So how long before I can burn people?*
If this was a human kid that question would probably be considered a red flag, "Mmm, a week or so," but the word normal left the building I like to call my brain a long time ago, with all the shit going on in my world.
*Great, I will show them what happens when they mess with Neltharion Mormont!* Neltharion hissed, breathing out some fire.
Neltharion Mormont…. well that was unexpected, "Neltharion Mormont?" I chuckled.
*Yes, you are my father, and fathers give their last name right?* Neltharion tilted his head in confusion, *Oh you mean I forgot my other last name, sorry, Neltharion Mormont Ravenicus,*
Yeah, that wasn't what I meant my cute and now talking dragon, "Ravenicus? Well, they did brood you a lot,"
Neltharion nodded as he muttered, *I know, but sometimes I don't like them, they are always trying to feed me corn, but I don't like… it.*
*Caw! How… you have any idea how hard we work for that corn, ungrateful chick!* A raven appeared out of nowhere.
As I watched the Raven and Neltharion discuss, one thought that made me smiled crossed my mind, my little babies would have a life full of random shit, but it would be a wholesome one, Ravens uncles, dragons brothers, horse cousins, things will surely never go dull with this family around.
*I can burn you!*
*I dare you! caw! Just try! Caw!*
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[Nick Fury Ravenicus POV]
I was like always doing my job, that was spying these unstable motherfuckers to ensure they didn't do anything to hurt the cornbringer.
I was, after all, part of the council of Ravens and the director of the spy network in Westeros, so I had to aim for perfection.
Today in my normal routine, I had found an interesting item, a horn that apparently could control dragons, that was a big motherfucking no.
Euron Greyjoy was the current owner, key word being current, because I was about to steal that shit or destroy it, I was not going to take risks, if that horn worked, it could be a nuclear deterrent, one that wasn't allowed to exist outside Ronard hands.
And I have to thanks Euron for letting me know about its existence, because if it wasn't for this crazy ass motherfucker that for some weird ass reason talked to himself for two hours about how the horn was awesome and how the horn would ensure his victory I would've guess the horn was simply bad indoor decoration item, or a really bad souvenir.
For one part, the horn might just be a stupid horn… with no use that is being glorified by delirious thoughts of a mad man. But I rather be safe than sorry, you can't never be too careful, I can't let such thing to be even be a possibility.
*We have a mission, that mission is simple, we must retrieve that horn the caw! crazy ass pirate has, any questions?* I asked my Raven squad.
*What do we do if retrieval is impossible?* one raven asked, raising his wing.
*We destroy it, our priority is ensuring that our cornbringer has no threat for when he comes back, is that clear! Caw!* I said as I opened my wings, to make an emphasis and close the point.
*Caw!* my squad cawed in one voice.
*Then let's roll!* I shouted, as me and my forty raven squad took off, our destiny the room of mad man.
A man entered my room without knocking, staring at me for a second with a dagger on his hand that was knocked down by one of my ravens, and unfortunately for him, I'm a soft sleeper, so as soon the dagger was on the floor I dashed at him with a swift motion barely moving, managing to seize the attacker to a wall with a knife to his throat without waking Neltharion.
I proceeded to order my Ravens to check the perimeter, as I interrogated the man.
Yawning, I whispered to his ear without missing a beat, "I was having a good dream, and you fuck it, so who the fuck are you?"
The man gulped shaking dumb with fear, "Magister Porly sent me, from Myr, I was supposed to kill you before you arrived,"
I hummed at that, how did someone manage to get within my crew and do such a thing, my ravens would've noticed it, then again, I don't have as many ravens to spy Essos as I would like so things are bound to slip by, "Since when are you here?" I sized the man up, he wasn't an assassin, no by a long shot, but was sneaky enough to be a thief.
"I… since Pentos," The man stammered, "The plan was one would kill you, while another caused a diversion,"
Some of my crew members had been personally picked by Illyrio like the chefs and other non-combatant members of my personal and being honest with myself I don't keep an eye on him as much as I would like, my ravens have become limited with the range they have now to cover, "Did Illryo knew about this?"
"Yes…. he and Magister Porly talked about it in the tombs of Pentos," The man nodded with fear.
Oh, fat man, you have sealed your fate, not that it wasn't sealed already, "I see, is there anybody else on this ship?"
"A few that I know of, but I don't know their names or identities…. If a pair fails the other will try later," The man answered, tears rolling down his cheeks, "We are a few because he knows you would not kill all of your crew just to purge us out,"
"Not necessarily all the crew, just the people from Pentos, but nah, I will find you guys one by one," I smiled, cutting his throat, and in the process waking up Neltharion.
*Who was that?* Neltharion inquired yawning while stretching his legs.
"A nobody," I yawned back, deciding I would deal with this sad attempt to kill me later, after my morning tea.
*Hmm, okay,* Neltharion said going back to sleep.
"My Khal, we captured an assassin!" One of my bloodriders shouted.
I frown it seems they have captured the diversion, just how low they think of me, sending commoners to kill me, I must at the very least the hardest men to kill. With a sigh and forgetting about my morning tea, I walk out of the room.
"Your false king is dead!" The diversion shouted.
"Wow, don't count the chicks before the eggs hatch," I chuckled as I walked to the man, that by this point was extremely surprised.
"So how much were you guys paid? I mean, it must be a lot, considering…. Well, none of you would make it out of here alive," I smiled, taking a seat.
"We do it for the greatness of the magisters!" The man spat, making my bloodriders to react by breaking his arms.
"The only great one is our Khal, and those who oppose his herd will die," My bloodrider said with a dark smile, "Pray to your god, see if he saves you, or maybe your magister,"
"Pff, very well, kill him." I yawned, this guy, unlike the last one I killed, was a fanatic, and that type rarely shares information.
"What do we do?" My bloodrider inquired as he cut the assassin's head with his curved blade, probably wondering if there were more of them hiding.
"Listen up everybody, don't trust anyone that is not a Dothraki, or an Ironborn, if you see anyone cough in a suspicious way let me know," I shouted for everyone to hear, some of the Pentos crew was nervous, others were downright scared, and they should.
"We are to arrive at Myr in a couple of hours, I would recommend killing all the Pentosi men and women," My bloodrider said, flashing a bright, happy smile at them.
"That would ensure we kill them all, but I like the challenge, or we can do this," I smiled taking a step forward, "Those who come out now will be forgiven, those who don't will be tortured once I find out, I will make sure those who don't suffer for months before dying."
A dead silence followed after that, but I waited, seconds turned into minutes, but eventually, three men walked forward, kneeling.
"Magister Porly has our families, please… some of us didn't have a choice," One of them begged.
The other two had similar reasons, and because I was a dad now, let's say I had a soft spot for those willing to kill themselves for their families, "Very well, you three are forgiven, but for the moment being you will stay on the cells, just to avoid accidents,"
With that done, I walked to my room, but a concerning thought blasted my mind, I left Pentosi personal in Lys, my wife, my kids, almost snapping my neck I turned to one of my ravens, "Go and make sure Daenerys and my kids are safe and sound!"
[Daenerys POV]
A few days after Ronard left, assassins tried to take my life and not only that, but they also tried to kill my babies, moments like this I'm glad Ronard is and will be overprotective of us, his animals jumped out from unseen corners to attack the assassins, from bears and horses to snakes and ravens, they all fought, helping Dacey fend them off alongside Lyanna and Jorah.
Lyanna got stabbed in the process while pushing an assassin out of the room, by tackling him, and if it wasn't for Jorah, it would've been too late to notice their intents, he overheard their plan and rushed to my room waking me up and alerting Dacey just in time for her and Lyanna to fight the sixteen men off, the snakes, ravens and our new battle bears fought the men off with ease, destroying the attempt to our lives.
In the end, I was completely unharmed, and so were my babies, the only one that got hurt was poor Lyanna, who got stabbed on the arm, but the doctors said she would be fine and would make a full recovery.
"Are you alright, my queen," Jorah asked.
"I am thanks." I nodded, my mind still racing at the thought of my babies getting hurt, but now that the storm had calmed down, all I could think of was if my Ronard was okay, he had to, so we could burn Illyrio for this, he had to have a hand in this, and he would pay with fire and blood what he tried to do.
"Ronard will go crazy when he hears of this," Dacey sighed.
*WHO IS NEXT BITCHES!* A bear growled, unfortunately, nobody could understand him.
*THIS IS HOW WE DO IT IN THE MOTHERLAND!* Another bear added.
*That wasssssss exxxceeeelent!" A snake hissed.
*Ravens for the win!* A Raven added.
"These animals aren't normal," Jorah muttered, seeing as if the animals were having a civilized conversation.
[Nick Fury Ravenicus POV] [TWO DAYS EARLIER DURING THE MISSION - HORN RETRIEVAL]
Entering the room of the crazy-ass motherfucker was easy, and everything was going according to the plan, that was until the unstable bastard entered the room, staring at my squad, carefully lifting the horn.
He took a second to process what was happening before he rushed to stop us.
*Oh no you don't motherfucker!* I dived him in, trying to gouge his one good eye, *Imma scratch the heck out of you bitch!*
"What is wrong with these birds!" Euron growled, slapping me away, but by the moment he managed to do so, the horn was flying out of the window.
*Bye bitch!* I cawed, flying out, giving him the bird.
The next day early morning after we settled our camp close to the coast of Myr, I rode with five thousand men to Myr, to leave a message, surrender and die fast, or surrender and die slow.
Our camp was set fairly close to the city, two hours on hours, to optimize my troop's movements.
I knew Daenerys and my kids were safe, a raven had informed me of it, I could feel it too deep within my heart, but still…. just knowing they had attempted to take them away from me, forever. It fired up an unyielding monster of rage that was running wild deep within me; I wanted more than ever to kill those who had hands in this suicidal arrangement, I wanted to see their lives slip through their eyes.
"My Khal," One of my bloodriders said, bringing me back to reality, and it seems Myr was waiting for me, the city was closed, and there were people on the walls, the Magister, and some other nobles.
By the looks of it, they wanted to end this with a duel, the audience of highborns, and how they weren't trying to shoot me down with arrow shouted it was that way, they would send their champion, and he would fight for Myr, and he would die for Myr too.
"A boy riding with savages, you are no true king, you are nothing! And today we will show you that!" I could hear the magister cackle in amusement, he was like every Magister, totally despicable, disgusting, repulsive, and right now, there wasn't anything I wanted more than to cut his head off, "Our champion will show you that!"
"Let me my Khal; it would be my honor!" My bloodrider said, practically begging to be my champion, but I silenced him with a plain glare; if someone was going to fuck their morale was me.
Seconds after the doors of Myr opened, and a man with a horse galloped out of the city, their champion, confirming my suspicions, they wanted to make an example of my forces, by defeating my champion with theirs, that way if they won, which they would not, it would boost the morale of everyone serving them, too bad I was about to drop that morale so low they would need therapists.
I started walking towards the champion, from afar I could clearly see he was three feet or more above my height, a giant on his own right, With a smile, The giant stops around fifty meters from me and turns to his people shaking his massive two-handed axe over his head while shouting how he would kill me and my army would follow. Everyone in Myr cheered for him, including their army, that is supporting the giant by slamming their spears against their shields.
Being supremely bored with this sad facade, I started to sprint towards him, initiating the fucking duel once and for one, with shield, and sword in hands. The giant turned around at this with a flashing smile throwing a spear at me.
Without breaking my stride, I raise my shield, blocking the attack.
I don't stop, nor slow down, I just keep going towards him, smiling; the giant in reaction to this snarls at me and hoists a second spear and hurls it at me with even greater strength, but once again I simply raise my shield, blocking the attack and breaking the spear in two.
With a smile, I stop for a second as I cast aside my sword, immediately speeding up towards him.
By this point, the big man knows even with his limited brain power that spears won't kill me, so with a growl, he unsheathed a massive two-handed sword to wield on his left hand while he used the two-handed axe on his right. With a beastly growl, the giant lets loose a battle cry, and charges at me.
It took me a few seconds to be in front of the soon to be dead men, who in reaction to my speed tried to raise his weapons trying to crush me with a double strike, but I lunge forward with terrifying speed closing the gap to his personal space, and before he even had the chance to use his weapons and bring them down on me, I proceeded to thrust and bash my shield straight through his skull repeatedly, over and over and over again, until there wasn't anything but a puddle of blood where his head used to be.
"There will be no mercy, there will be no peace; those who oppose me today WILL SUFFER!" I shouted for everyone to hear, as I spat on the former champion.
After killing the champion, I left the borders of Myr, going back to my camp to coordinate with my army, I still had to plan how we would approach the siege, for one part my Kraken was already laying waste to their navy, and it a matter of hours, all their ships would be down the sea, unfortunately for me, the siege would take more than that, I had many options, between them was, burning the city, poisoning the water supply, and more.
But I wanted to have something to rule after the dust settled, and I would.
So after a few hours discussing and planning with my generals, I decided to infiltrate and open the gates myself, breaking their defence from the inside out, if that did work out, all my generals had to do was have the army in the gates of Myr, by tomorrow morning.
With the plan at hand, I left my generals in charge, while I rode with a horse to the castle, with nothing but two ravens and my blade on my side, once inside I would have to find someone stupid enough to betray their people just enough for me to get in with my army, and then kill them.
It was dark, very dark, the moonlight barely shining tonight, and thanks to that, nothing could be seen unless you were a nocturnal animal, the perfect time to sneak inside the castle.
With patience and focus, I climbed the castle walls, barehanded making sure not to make any sound whatsoever, step by step taking my time, I knew once I was on the wall, I would find archers waiting for me, so I had to be careful, if I could avoid killing anyone during this infiltration it would be most beneficial because I would avoid people going after me, but that's just wishful thinking, and that didn't exist on war.
After roughly fifteen minutes of climbing, I was nearly at the top; three archers were patrolling the area, sadly for them, they would have to die.
Pushing my entire body up above the wall with my hands, I dived the archers, killing them so fast that they didn't even have time to process what was going on, they just fell like lifeless dolls to the ground, that was mercy, not that they deserve it, but killing them with a single swing of my blade was as merciful as I could be, and I didn't want to be merciful.
Moving through the shadows, while using my ravens to locate every enemy within the area, I avoided every single soldier, if I had to take a guess, I would say the Magister would know someone infiltrated by morning because the new archers from the morning shift would find the ones I killed there, but by that moment, it would be already too late.
"Magister Porly, the army is moving towards us, but considering their speed, they don't intend to attack," A voice caught my attention, no that I recognized, but the information was of importance to me.
"The young westerosi must be planning to scare us with his massive numbers," The Magister laughed, "Too bad our attempt to kill him and his family failed, it would've made our life easier, now all I have to do is wait for Illyrio and together we will crush this thorn in our sides,"
What a lucky surprise, I found the idiot who rules this city, and he admitted trying to kill me, and my family, and while right now there wasn't anything I wanted more than to torture him to the point where his sanity was forever lost, I had a mission, that in the long run would ensure my victory.
If I killed him, his men would eventually overwhelm me, and I would die, and I am not ready to try and see if the god of light will edo tensei my ass back to the living, I had enough of the gods for an entire lifetime, so I rather avoid situations where I would need him or them.
So taking a deep breath, I moved forward with my plan, leaving the Magister behind, for now, just for now, he would live.
After hours exploring and sneaking the city at night, I found the gates I was looking for, but the system used to open them proved to be complicated for myself, it was one of those gates you needed two-man to open them, one in each corner to pull the levers, which was humanly impossible for me… I guess, so with this in mind, I modified my plan a bit.
Knowing I would need help to open the gates, I set my sights to the only source of willing men inside this place that would even consider helping me.
Myr's Prison.
But I wasn't going to jailbreak any criminal, I had to see their charges? Fortunately for me, the prison I infiltrated was mostly inhabited by petty criminals, so I took the first man I saw, and freed him for this shit hole, his crime? Stealing food for his family, his sentence? Dying on the plaza for everyone to see, what did I offer him? A job with a good and stable income, and his freedom, if he helped me.
It wasn't surprising when he cried while accepting my offer, but things went downhill from there, see I would've stopped my prison break with him, but…. I can't turn away, so many willing men that are absolutely not deserving of death and that also happen to be begging to help me take the Magister down, some just for a piece of bread others for their freedom, some for a job.
So, considering my long term plans, I accepted. Besides, it's not like I was freeing rapers, killers, or something worse, no. For some reason, this prison had hundreds of so-called criminals, that had only committed petty crimes, and even though their crimes were at much deserving of a few months or years of jail, they were still sentenced to death.
A tad harsh and sad for them, but just what I needed, people hating the current system and willing to support anyone for a chance of retribution, so by the end the night, I had freed around two hundred men while killing along the way around fifty guards.
But a bunch of men without weapons were nothing but sacks of flesh begging to be cut, so we raided the prison, killing every guard, and stealing every weapon.
In the end, I had two hundred men, poorly equipped, but ready to die for a new era.
The first thing I did once I was outside the prison was to order the men I had just liberated to move in groups around the city while hiding their presence the best they could, their mission was simple, they would wait for me to rush at the gates to come out and cause a diversion, buying me as much time as possible.
With that done, I sneaked back to the gates with four men following me through the shadows, thank god the gates were conveniently somewhat close to the prison, once we were there, all we could do was wait, my ravens would tell me when it was time to open the doors.
Minutes turned into hours, but our time lurking in the shadows was coming to an end, for a raven was flying close by shouting.
*OPEN THE GATES!* My raven cawed loudly, flying above the gate.
Giving the signal, I jumped out of the shadows, killing two of the guards nearby the gate with a single swing as I rushed to the gate with my current helpers.
As we approached the gate, more and more men started to pour into us, pushing us back, or at least they tried to, I kept swinging my blade, leaving a trail of bodies behind me.
Soon enough, it was diversion time, the men I had freed from their prisons charged into battle, reclaiming their freedom, and buying me more than enough time, to open the gates.
My army was outside charging at full speed towards the open gates, a few minutes away of us, all I had to do was hold my ground for a minute, and I would win this.
"Come on! Fuckers!" I shouted as I started to slaughter any men getting close to the doors, my newly acquired friends were falling one by one, but they had completed their mission superbly, and I would honor their deaths with my blade.
I smiled, pointing my sword towards Myr's army, "Let's go fuckers!"
I could hear my Khalasar galloping towards the gates, raising their swords while crying out with one voice.
Hundreds of arrows whistle through the air, as I cut each and every single one of them, my hand lighted for a second, showing the runes of the left hand of God, I was pushing my body to react to hundreds of hundreds of attacks.
I could hear the cries of pain of my men as arrows hit them; I could also hear them tumble into the ground dead, one by one, but they needed more than that to stop my army, so I continued holding my ground, by this moment all the men I had freed, had either died or were down on the floor bleeding out, as for me, I was slashing at the men that approached the gates, the limited space of the gates helping me to fend them off.
I wasn't unscathed, I had cuts all over my body, nothing serious, the nine percent of them could be considered paper cuts at much, my mind and body were moving and acting in total sync, but I was fighting more than even I could chew, and little by little I was being pushed back.
But unfortunately for Myr, it was already too late, as my Khalasar was already riding pass me, slaughtering the men at the gates like dogs.
"Kill all those who oppose you! Don't show mercy!" I shouted.
"For the Great Khal!" My bloodrider chanted, jumping off his horse near me, "My Khal, allow us to take this city in your name, you had done enough."
I looked at him for a moment considering his offer but decided to wave it off, I wanted to kill the Magister myself, and that I would do, "No, not until the Magister is dead!" I practically growled.
"Then I'll fight by your side!" My bloodrider smiled, rushing into battle.
With a smile, I rush into the castle, cutting everyone that got in my way down with ruthless precision. Every time I swung my into the air, another Myr soldier would fall; by this point, my face was covered in their blood.
My Dothraki besides me now, thoroughly crushing the army inside the castle walls, with no sign of slowing down at all.
[Magister Porly POV]
Someone had infiltrated and opened the gates; we were doomed, we would die, all of us, we didn't have enough men to fend off eighty thousand men, that man would kill me, he knew about my attempt to kill his family, he was sure to make my last moments as painful as possible.
I wasn't going to give him that chance; not in a lifetime, if I were to die, it would be on my own terms, I would go under my own rules.
Poison, I would kill myself and steal him the pleasure of torturing me; in the end, I would leave this world with one last victory.
With that in mind, I rushed to my cabinet trying to get on my poisons to kill myself, the one that doesn't hurt and takes your life away silently, but as soon as I got the cabinet a bunch of ravens started to attack me.
*CAW! NO YOU DON'T BITCH!*
*CAWWWWW! YOU WON'T KILL YOURSELF!*
[Back to Ronard POV]
I continued to rush through the enemy lines, slaughtering everyone in my way, my Ravens were steadily guiding me to my target; it seemed he was trying to kill himself.
And they were stalling him.
If the coward thought he was going to escape and go out on his own terms, he was sorely mistaken.
Because the moment he attacked my family, the gods had forsaken him, and I was his new god now, and I wasn't a kind god.
Suffering, long and lasting suffering awaited him, and his cries of pain will bring me an immense amount of satisfaction.
"Hrmmm. Anger controlling you is…." Roda said, flying beside me.
"And what am I supposed to do? Be happy!" I growled as I continued to cut heads off.
"No, but let go you must…. or anger the captain will be… Yrssss" Roda was right; if I started to allow my inner demons to control me, I would end up becoming a monster.
But how could I? I knew he was right, yet all I could feel was rage when I thought of that man, I hated the desire of hearing him scream in suffering, yet it was all I could think off.
How could I just forget what he tried to do? How could I just let go?
*Let others kill him you must, for your anger to quench, Yrsss.*
I stopped for a second to think about it, perhaps this way I would stop this feeling I had, and the end result was the same thing, the guy being dead.
No, I wanted him dead, and I would do it myself, he who puts the sentence must swing the blade down, but as Roda said, I would control my inner demons, I would not let rage guide me, he would die, but I would not dirty my hands as I did with the Magister of Lys.
I would have justice without becoming a monster.
"I will kill him," I finally answered, in front of the door where the Magister was hiding.
With one kick, I busted the door open, behind the door, was the pitiful man that tried to take away everything from me, my ravens were attacking him nonstop, he was bleeding, and crying on the floor, utterly pathetic.
"Please… I don't want to die," He begged, crawling to me with tears and snot, hate, anger, disgust, were just a few of the feelings I had for him right now.
I wanted to kill him, I wanted to make him suffer, but Roda was right, once you go down that path there is no turning back, he had to die, but I didn't have to become a monster, I wasn't like him.
"Disgusting," I breathed out cutting his head with a single swift, a part of me was crying this was not enough, but I knew it had to be done, I can't crave into every emotion I feel, or I'll end up becoming a tyrant, no matter how much he deserved to scream and suffer, I had unfortunately to be the better man.
Was I satisfied? No. I wasn't, this was but a moment, a fleeting moment that lasted too little to satiate my thirst for blood, but I was happy somehow, I had avoided going deeper into the void.
"Keeping my sanity is getting harder and harder," I chuckled, as I cleaned my blade from his disgusting blood.
And just like that Myr was mine, while there was still some opposition, by the end of the night, it would be completely under my control.
Taking a deep breath, I decided to let my men take the rest of the city; they would do without me for some hours, I needed some time to gather my thoughts, and rest before going to Tyrosh.
"My Khal?" My bloodrider approached me.
"Take the city, and kill those who oppose you, I need a break," I ordered him.
"As you wish blood of my blood!" My bloodrider said eagerly, probably happy I had trusted him to take the rest of the city, this was like saying I trust you more than I trust my horse kind of thing for them.
*Hrmm. Meditate we must, Yrrss* Roda offered.
"You know what, sure. Let's." I nodded with a smile as I walked out of the castle.
—-
[Melisandre POV]
The fire was showing me things, showing me that I was blind, but the lord of light is kind and caring, and he had illuminated my blinded mind to his glory.
He had shown me I was wrong, that Stannis wasn't the prince that was promised.
No, the real prince that was promised was on the other side of the sea, I didnt knew who he was, or how he looked, but he wasn't on esteros.
The fire had shown me he was having a hard time, fighting the shadows deep within him, he needed my guidance.
And I would give it to him, my guidance, my mind, my body, but first I had to weaken his enemies, I had made his mission harder when I wrongfully thought Stannis was the chosen one.
I had to mend that mistake, or I wouldn't be able to serve under his gracefully light, I had to fix my wrong doings.
"I shall be yours soon, my prince," I promised to the fire, as I started to plan Stannis downfall.
I woke up early the next morning just to confirm what I knew, my army had taken over Myr, another victory I had lost during this siege around one thousand men, not really a great loss but still affected me in the long run.
Myr took apparently quite a while to subdue, for some of its people, like the nobles didn't want to bend their knee or surrender.
Resulting on the street of Myr being fully covered with lifeless bodies that were starting to rot out.
As for me, I did feel a bit better after delegating some of my weight to others, even if it was just for a short amount of time, it took a great deal of stress off my shoulders.
Maybe it was time to stop thinking I had to do everything myself because I didn't have to, I was a King and Kings delegate tasks reason why they have a fucking small council.
Taking a deep breath, I went out of the castle I had picked to slept in, trying hard not to breathe the air of the city, thousands died, and the streets smelled like shit, literal shit.
"My Khal, this city is yours to tule, part of your herd," My bloodrider said with a smile, "No one will oppose you here blood of my blood,"
I smiled at him, not really sure how to react, "Thanks," And then it occurred to me, it was time to delegate, "Have the streets clean, and the bodies burn outside the city, no slaves."
"As you wish blood of my blood," The man nodded, taking his mission and his men to complete it.
One thing off my things to do, now to see how things were going on Tyrosh, I did send two Krakens to stir the soup there a few days ago.
I also had figure how to deal with Illyrio, he deliberately tried to kill me, which by itself I couldn't care less, but the fact he had aimed for my wife and kids was unforgivable, and while I wanted to boil him alive, I would be the better and bigger men and will not let my anger control me.
He would still die, but in a less horrific manner, hanged perhaps, or decapitated? Maybe Kraken food, he seems like a good snack for some massive water creatures.
All of those are fast ways to die, and can't be considered torture perse.
"Roda!" I shouted, a few seconds after the raven landed on my shoulder.
*Hrmmm?* Roda tilted his head in confusion, wondering what I wanted.
"Go to Tyrosh and get me an update in their situation," I ordered my feathery friend, who took off to Tyrosh as soon as he was told.
All right, two things out of my to-do list, I'm crushing it this morning.
—
[Daenerys POV]
Since that dark day, where the assassins tried to take everything from us, and Jorah helped us just in time, I started to think and wonder.
That perhaps Jorah was worthy of a second chance, If a man like him, the scum of the world like Ronard described him, was willing to throw his life away for us, and perhaps, just perhaps my brother was worthy of redemption as well, maybe the incarceration changed him.
We were the last of the Targaryen line; if he was willing, he could be the Lord of House Targaryen.
Taking a deep breath, I walked towards the prison cell my brother was being held at; I haven't seen him since he tried to plot against Ronard. That time was the last time I last saw him, but time changes people, time changed me.
I was hopeful that he was a different person, that he was willing to let go of his past and be free.
"Where are you going, my Queen? if I might." Dacey inquired.
"I am going to see my brother," I informed her, she was supposed to be part of the Royal Guard, so where I was or when was part of her job.
"Then allow me to come with you," Dacey requested, but I could see on her face she would come either way, just like Ronard these bears are stubborn.
"I don't see why not," I smiled.
"Then let me come to," Jorah said kneeling, "I offer once again my blade to serve my family till the end of my days,"
"I will discuss this with Ronard, but for now, you will serve with Dacey," I smiled, while I understood why Ronard hated him, I couldn't bring myself to truly hate him after he risked his life to save my most precious treasures.
—-
The dungeon was quite the depressing place, nothing but darkness and decay were seen in it.
Ronard himself had said our enemies deserve our worst as our allies deserve our best.
This was a place worthy of our enemies, a place worthy of those that try to stand in our way.
My brother's cell was in the deepest corner of this dark hole, where the rats and other vermins roamed free.
As I walked, I remembered how everything was when I met Ronard, I was a scared little girl, with nothing but the hope of going home.
Viserys was cruel, and demeaning, treating me like a tool for his game, and like a dream, Ronard saved me from my nightmare.
"Here we are my Queen," Dacey said, pointing to my brother.
"Viserys," I breathed out, looking at him.
He was skinnier than I remembered, wearing common rags that were full of dirt, his once silvered colored hair was brown from all the dirt and other substances in his cell.
"Daenerys," Viserys breathed out, looking at me, straight in the eyes with anger, "You finally come to free your King sister?!"
"The only King I know of is Ronard, and I'm his Queen," I practically hissed at him.
"It seems you have forgotten about the dragon," Viserys chuckled, "So what are you doing here?"
"I wanted to offer you a chance, forget the crown, step aside, and join us," I offered.
"Why would I step aside from what's rightfully mine, especially when I have you right where I want you?" Viserys smiled, looking at Jorah with a triumphant expression.
"Has imprisonment destroyed your mind brother?" I inquired raising an eyebrow with doubt; he was in a dungeon what game was he playing.
"You'll see soon," Viserys smiled like he always did when he was about to hit me, and punish me for talking back to him.
"You really prefer to rot in here, instead of being free and getting to know your niece and nephew?" I knew Viserys was prideful, but this was just stupid, "He even brought the dragons back to the world, I have two with me right now, don't you see, he makes the impossible, possible!"
"You mean the dragons that belong to me?" Viserys laughed like a madman, "And those things you birthed are no dragons, they don't deserve to have my blood running through their veins, rest assured I will kill them once I get out of here,"
How foolish I was, to think I thought there was something I could save from Viserys, not all people are worthy of redemption; some are deserving of the worst this world can give.
"You dare to threaten my babies," I stared at him with cold, emotionless eyes, "You have grown stupid in this place,"
"Have I?" Viserys laughed, "Dear sister, once again, you woke up the Dragon!" With a sadistic smile, he turned his gaze to Jorah and said, "Jorah, kill them!"
I turned to Jorah to see he wasn't moving at all; he looked at me as if waiting for my command, Dacey on the other hand, had unsheathed her blade, and was ready to kill her uncle if he tried anything out of line.
"Jorah! Kill them!" Viserys started to panic, cheer terror washing down on him.
"He was your plan," I sighed, "Pathetic, now you said many times you are a dragon, now how about we rest that,"
"Sister, please remember who kept you safe, who gave you everything," Viserys begged, tears rolling down his face.
"I do, I married that man," I glared at him, "But don't worry brother, fire cannot kill a dragon, you should be fine unless you are no true dragon,"
With that, I walked out of the dungeon feeling fire burning deep within me; after all, I had an execution to plan after I interrogated Jorah about what just happened.
Delegating things would and was making my life considerably easier, that way I could focus on one or two tasks at hand, by expanding my goals and optimizing my conquest.
With this mindset, I had ordered the general of my Navy to attack Tyrosh and claim the city on my name, while I went with a chunk of my Khalasar to Astapor.
Why did I want to go to Astapor?
Well, Astapor or the slaver city, also known as the Red City, was renowned for their harsh slavery methods and their incredibly lucrative Unsullied trading business, aka eunuch slave soldiers.
Soldiers that I wanted to buy, their price was high, very high, but what I had gained from Myr and Lys, and what I had from Westeros, I just should have more than enough to buy all the unsullied available.
Besides it wasn't like I would lose that money at all, after all, I would recover all my investment and more when I raided the masters of Astapor, and claimed their city for my empire.
In the books and TV show, Daenerys got around fourteen thousand unsullied warriors, my mission was to do the same, they would prove to be quite useful, and unlike the Dothraki they were quite good at fighting armored warriors.
Astapor was unfortunately really, and I mean really far away for Myr, it would take me roughly more than a month of travel to get there, if I didn't find any problems on my path.
Not that I would find any problems, after all, I had fifteen thousand Dothraki men riding with me, a big Khalasar of loyal Dothraki riders, and to be honest, I didn't think anyone would stupid enough to attack me, perhaps another Khalasar, but considering the remaining Dothraki tribes are small, they would most likely avoid me.
The question was, would the masters of Astapor be stupid enough to sell me the unsullied? By now people must know I'm conquering, and that's like selling weapons to your enemies, unless they think themselves to be above my reach, just like they thought with Daenerys on the show.
"I suppose I'll find out there," I sighed, one of the main reasons I had brought with me such a big army was just in case the masters tried anything funny, though I was crossing my fingers they didn't, it would be a shame to kill the unsullied because their current masters were stupid.
—
[Daenerys POV]
I was a fool to think my brother had any redeemable qualities, an utter fool.
But I could see now, I was blinded by the beautiful truth, Viserys was nothing but a nuisance, a threat to my husband, my babies and myself, and threats must be purged.
And he will be purged, in a poetic way, his entire life he had called himself the dragon, well. I was about to see how much of a dragon he was.
I would burn him alive, showing the world he was no true dragon, and that I would kill anyone that posed a threat to my family.
"My Queen," Jorah kneeled, my interrogation with him revealed some interesting things about him, apparently he had sworn to serve my brother, but had forsaken that vow when he saw his son.
Did I trust him? No. If he was hiding that, the chances of him hiding more stuff from us were high, I trusted no man but Ronard.
"Is the fire ready?" I inquired.
"Yes," Jorah nodded, "Are you sure you want to do this?"
"You are not here to question my orders, just to follow them," I glared at him.
"As you wish my Queen, I will get your brother out," Jorah nodded, leaving the room, going to the dungeons to get Viserys to his execution.
"He is no brother of mine," I said coldly, Viserys had lost that privilege the moment he aimed his fangs at my family for a second time.
—
[Jon Snow POV]
Father was alive, and by the looks of it he was already safe, rumors go that it was Ronard the one who saved him.
I was glad beyond comprehension, after months of not being able to sleep well, thinking I would wake up with the news that Father was killed, I was finally able to put my mind at ease, and rest.
I owned Ronard a big one, not that I would be able to repay him, I was a bastard on the wall, but even though, but I would be here for him should he ever need something.
"Snow!"
"Coming!" I shouted back, wondering who was calling me so late at night.
—
[Ned Stark POV]
Stannis Baratheon, or Ronard Mormont, the difficult choice torturing my mind.
The north in part was tired of the southern oppression, and none of the lords in the north actually wanted to bend the knee for Stannis, some even wanted to put a crown in my head instead.
But I was ill prepared to rule, I was but an honest man, a lord. I was and I would never be fit to be a king.
But even if I didn't want to rule, I had to choose a side, Ronard or Stannis.
Ronard was loved and extremely popular in the north after he freed me, so I was certain my Vassals would not oppose the idea of Ronard sitting on the Iron Throne, he was a northerner that married a Dragon.
But even though I was bound by honor to Stannis, the legitimate heir of Robert.
The decision was hard because a man without honor is no man, I have lived by those principles my entire life, I almost died by them, Robert used to say that Honor is not always the answer to everything.
And perhaps he was right, Stannis was a good soldier, and great commander, but would perhaps make an ever worse King than Robert himself.
I knew what I had to do.
I once raised my banners for my family almost two decades ago, forsaking my honor and vows, as I fought the Targaryen for their crimes, it was time to do it again.
I had an honor debt to both Stannis and Ronard in different ways, and while the choice was hard, I had chosen my side.
Ronard.
I would help the young bear to win this war, perhaps all this wretched kingdom needed was a northerner to straighten things up.
"Call the banners Robb, we are going home," I told my son, who while confused nodded and left my tent to carry out with his mission.
But to ensure our families were always allies, I needed to bound us together by blood, Robb was seventeen, and Dacey Mormont was twenty two, if they married our families would be forever bound by blood.
"I just hope he accepts," I sighed.
—
[Doran Martell POV]
War had erupted on the seven kingdoms, and so far only my House and House were out of the game.
Not for long, like a coiled cobra under the grass I would wait for the right moment to strike and get revenge for what the Lannister's had done to our family.
Oberyn was eager to strike, always so impatient.
What he didn't see is that we needed to wait for our allies, Ronard and Daenerys to come, with their support we would advance towards the Lannister's.
Until then, we had to play safe, for the sun always comes back.
—-
[Euron Greyjoy POV]
I had lost my one secret weapon… too a bunch of birds!?
How was this even possible, one of them had a leather jacket and an eye patch, something was out of place, but I had no time to figure out what, without that horn there was little to no chance for me to win this fucking war.
So with that in mind, I now had to go and dig a new fucking one in old Valyria.
"We are going to Essos," I muttered, ordering my mute men to start preparing the ships.
—
[Catelyn Stark POV]
Ned has gone crazy, he wanted to bend the knee for Ronard, he wanted help that little no one to get the crown, and not only that but marry our son to his family?!
"I won't allow this Ned!" I cried out angry.
"Good, because I don't need your approval Cat," Ned growled back, "I'm tired of your paranoia, Ronard is not who you think it is, nor was Jon! You see others that you think are below you as trash, and I'm done Cat, I'm doing what's best for the north and it's final!"
Ned has never talked to me like that, so harshly so cold, even from afar he was destroying everything, even from afar Ronard was destroying our family.
Astapor was right ahead, a few miles away from me, after a month of travel I had finally gotten close to the slaver city.
I was both excited and a bit nervous, because the chances of them reacting poorly to my presence were high, very high.
I knew that if a conqueror came to my house trying to buy shit I would probably try to kill him.
But that was me, and as I proved so far, everyone seems to be a prideful idiot in this world, thinking that they cannot be killed, or some shit along those lines.
But for once I hoped they were dumb, and considered me an idiot, so that I could buy their army and crush them.
The city entrance was pretty underwhelming, pretty shit to be honest, it looked like they didn't care for appearances at all.
"That's the entrance to Astapor my Khal," one of my Ko pointed out.
Even from a far I could see the old crumbling statue portraying the Astapori harpy atop the harbor gate, noticing nobody has given the poor statue some kind of maintenance in decades.
"I see," I nodded, the city walls were old and decaying, everything was as if breaking down anytime soon, how the fuck people that should make a lot of many selling slaves have their city in such a bad state?!
Taking a deep breath, I continued to descend the hill to Astapor, hoping the city was more welcoming inside, otherwise I wasn't sure if I wanted to keep that shit on my name, once I conquered Essos, perhaps I would delegate someone to… fix everything, and come back once this looked more decent.
"Let's go," I sighed.
—
[Ned Stark POV]
Going back to the north was a bit harder that I would've liked, I had to break Robb's betrothal with House Frey, because they had tricked my son, we already had an agreement of free pass before and the old Frey broke it.
But he wasn't one to go back on what he wanted, so I had to pay a toll, a big one to pass.
And even though I managed to pass with all my family and army back to the north, I had a distinctive feeling the old Frey was planning something, something bad for us.
But whatever that was, it would prove meaningless in the north.
Cat wasn't on speaking terms with me, refusing to acknowledge my existence after I decided to side with Ronard on this war, I hoped that eventually she would let it go, like she did with Jon.
Now, it was time to go home, and plan the betrothal with house Mormont to ensure we are tied by blood.
Robb wasn't entirely sure about the idea, but accepted nonetheless.
Now it was a matter of time whether Ronard would accept our betrothal or reject it.
"Do you think Dacey is a beautiful woman, father?" Robb inquired.
"I saw her once, I say she's alright," I nodded, with a chuckle, boys will be boys.
—
[Neltharion Mormont Ravenicus POV]
Father had tried to leave me in Myr, little did he know I sneaked inside of one of his carriages, I won't let him get out of my sight.
I have to protect him and burn his enemies, it is my duty as his oldest son.
*Caw, he will notice* one of my Raven uncles chuckled.
*He won't! I'm super sneaky,* I hissed at him.
*Sure, caw!* the Raven laughed.
No matter what my uncle said I knew father would not notice, I was the best at hiding, father had told me so!
—
[Ronard Mormont POV]
Neltharion, technically my oldest son, thought he could hide from me, but being fair I noticed he was with us half way here, when I saw his tail peeking out of one of the carriages.
I didn't have the heart to tell him he sucked at hide and seek, as a Father is my duty to encourage him…
*Caw you see him don't you?" A raven inquired between chuckles.
"I do," I chuckled.
*No he doesn't!* Neltharion hissed angrily, followed by five full seconds of silence, *Damn it!*
"So what are you doing here?" I eyed him carefully, one of the reasons I wanted to leave him in Myr was so the greedy assholes of Astapor didn't try anything with him.
*Well,* Neltharion peeked out the car, with a innocent expression and a pair of puppy eyes, *I wanted to burn some people that opposed you?*
First, you do not, make puppy eyes because you want to burn people, and second, how the fuck a dog sized lizard can be cute? "I see," was all I could muster to answer.
*So can I?* Neltharion asked excitedly.
"Later, for now you must stay hidden, this part of my mission is purely diplomatic," I informed the eager dragon, after I obtained the unsullied, then just then he could go wild hog on them.
*Ok….* Neltharion hissed with a pout.
*I'll make sure he cawww! Hides correctly!* One Raven said with the utmost confidence.
"Very well," I nodded giving my approval.
*Hey I can hide very well myself!*
*Caw you will follow our command young chick!*
As I tuned out their discussion, I started to walk down to the gates of Astapor, the gatekeeper was signaling me to come closer.
The thing with Astapor is that people just don't go in if they have an army, reason why I was waiting outside.
The Masters of the city had to approve of my entrance, and even then, I would only be allowed to enter with my guards.
I had informed the gatekeeper of my intentions, and they had told me to wait till I was called.
"You may come in," The gatekeeper called out.
—
The city was even worse on the inside, people dead on the streets, slaves by their look.
The sights were something out of a horror movie, and one with an awfully low budget.
After roughly fifteen minutes of walking to the deplorable place, I was finally guided inside the castle of the Masters.
The first one to great me was, Kraznys mo Nakloz he was utterly disgusting, with an oiled red and black beard that smelled like shit, and with tits bigger than any woman.
"What sort of business, you are looking for here, stupid brat?" The man asked in Valyrian.
"The Master says what sort of business you are looking for here?" A little girl beside him said, if I had to take a guess she was Missandei.
Missandei was somewhat similar to the actress that played her role, she had a round flat face, with dusky skin, and eyes like molten gold, but unlike in the show where she was a woman, here she was only ten or eleven by what I could judge from her height and voice tone.
"Tell the Master, I want to buy every unsullied he has, even the untrained ones," I said with a smile, as I saw the girl translating what I had said.
"Ha, as if he had enough money to do that," The master laughed.
Little did he know I knew how to speak bastard Valyrian, "Tell him money is not a problem,"
Missandei did as she was told, translating once again for me.
"Each unsullied costs 100 gold dragons in your coin, the total with all the ones we have would be one million and four hundred thousand gold dragons," The Master informes, and while I understood I waited for Missandei to translate.
After she translated I smiled and said, "Tell him I'll give him one million and two hundred thousand gold dragons, considering some aren't fully trained,"
Missandei nodded and translated, the Master stood silent for a while as if weighing the options.
"Tell the idiot we have a deal," The master chuckled.
"The master accepts your offer," Missandei said.
"Tell him, I want you as well, that I will throw another one thousand gold dragons to the deal," I smiled, surprising her.
With a nod she translated, the master looked at me and said, "You belong to him now girl,"
"The master accepted," Missandei informed me.
"Good, tell him, I'll bring him the money in a month, so to please have my things ready by then," I said as I added, "You coming with me in the meantime,"
Once again she translated, and the master accepted, "He said your property will be ready in a month, all fourteen thousand unsullied,"
"Good, let's go," I nodded, with Missandei following me close behind.
In the end, everything went as I planned, these people were idiots, for as soon as I got my army, I would end them.
As I walked out of the slaver city, I smiled at the little Missandei who didn't even dare to look at me scared I would strike her for it.
Patting her head with my hand softly, I smiled as I said, "No need to be afraid,"
Missandei looked at me for a brief moment, "This one is yours to do as you please,"
"All I want is an employee, so you are free to do as you please," I chuckled, "You aren't a slave anymore, I might have bought you, but all I bought was your freedom, if you decide to stay with us, then it's your choice,"
Missandei looked at me for a second, confused with what I was telling her, "This one is grateful, but this one wants to help you, this one belongs to you,"
Oh great, it will take some time to make her understand that I am not tricking her, "As you wish, by the way, what is your name?"
I had to ask, while I knew her name, it would save me future questions if I asked her now.
"This one is named Missandei," Missandei answered, with an emotionless face, showing full.
Deciding I would deal with that later, or even better let Daenerys deal with that later, I rode with Missandei to my camp close to Astapor.
I had to send a Raven to Lys so that I could allocate the funds for this siege in Astapor, it's not like I had the one million and two hundred thousand gold dragons in my pockets at all times.
Once I had the gold dragons in my hands, Astapor would fall, and both poetically and ironic their own product would be their downfall.
"How I love, some good poetic justice," I chuckled, imagining the slave master's faces when I took their city and gold thanks to them.
—
[Melisandre POV]
Stannis undoing was written on the fire, he would fall, and from his ashes, my prince would rise.
While I didn't know for certain who my prince was, I had a strong and deep feeling it was Ronard Mormont or the young conqueror as some call him.
Even Ned Stark had seen his blinding and magnificent light and had chosen to follow him.
I even had to stop Stannis from attacking the Starks, for they were loyal servants of my champion, and as part of light, I had to protect them.
Ronard was unique in every way, and as the prophecy had foretold, he had started to join the world together, under his banner.
All he needed was my guidance, and no one would stand on his mighty way.
But first, before becoming entirely his, before letting him use me as his tool, I had to burn his greatest enemies in the West.
The Baratheon brothers, both Stannis and Renly, had massive armies.
But even they would burn against his might.
Renly would die soon, and I would use Stannis to do it.
Using Stannis life force, I would use the shadows to eliminate Renly.
The only problem was that I had to have to have sex with him to do it, after all, a shadow is a type of magical creature born from the light, that uses a man essence to be born.
I didn't want Stannis touching me anymore, the idea was horrid for me, I was born to be the most loyal servant to the prince that was promised, serving Stannis in any way was utterly disgusting.
But I would do it for my prince.
—
[Renly Baratheon POV]
I loved Loras, he is and will be forever my everything, my sweet rose of joy and passion, every time he was out fighting, my heart would drop a beat, thinking he would come back dead.
But I knew the gods were protecting him, for he was mine.
If only people noticed that I was fit to be a King and stopped opposing me things would be better, I was born for the crown, but nobody seemed to see that, Lord Stark went as far as to pick a brat over me, what a disappointment.
"My King, Lady Tyrell is here to see you," One of my rainbow knights said entering my chambers.
Margaery Tyrell, my betrothed, I had to marry her if I wanted to keep House Tyrell on my side.
The idea of bedding her disgusted me to no end, if only she was Loras things would be different.
But even a mighty King like me has to make some sacrifices, "Send her in,"
"My King," Margaery smiled, as she entered my chambers.
—
[Stannis Baratheon POV]
Ned Stark had chosen to follow the Mormont brat, instead of me, where was his honor? His loyalty?
If there was someone I thought I could get on my side was him, he was supposed to be bound by honor to me. And yet he threw all that honor away because the young bear saved his life, pathetic.
I wanted to march against him and show him what happens when you betray your King, but Melisandre stopped me. Saying this was part of the prophecy, that I had to leave the north alone until I had the crown.
As the champion of light I had to respect the prophecies, I had to respect what Melisandre said, so for now, the Starks would live.
—
[Maege Mormont POV]
Unexpected things had come since Ronard was born, but none compared to what had happened a week ago.
Not only the Starks were pledging their loyalty to Ronard, acknowledging him as their King, but they also wanted to unite our families with blood by marrying their heir Robb Stark to my daughter Dacey Mormont.
I had of course accepted, letting the Starks know that Dacey and Ronard had the option to break the betrothal should they feel the betrothal is not fitting.
And just as I was sending the Raven to house Stark with my answer, was the point where I knew I had lived too long, we went from one of if not the smallest house in the seven kingdoms, to a Royal Family.
Everything in less than a decade, he made the impossible, possible, he was both feared and loved, and I knew he would make a great King, not because he is my family, but because whatever he touches turns gold.
"I'm too old for this shit," I chuckled.
—
[Tywin Lannister POV]
Lord Stark had left the battlefield with his banners, going back to the north, apparently, he had pledged his loyalty to the young bear.
That was very unexpected but was also just what we needed.
The Starks were in their own way a force to be reckoned with, one that could potentially change the tide of this war, if they happened to join an active side of it.
But they didn't.
Ronard Mormont, while a player of this war game, was as of this moment an inactive player.
He would join soon, that much was certain, but that could take months or even years.
So the Starks joining him now didn't affect us in the immediate future, for all it meant to us now was that we had fewer enemies to fight off.
This, of course, would affect us in the long run, but I liked the long run, it gave me time to plan to craft his fall.
"Things have just gotten easier for us," I smiled, for once this war was starting to look promising for us.
—
[Ronard Mormont POV]
I had sent the Raven to Lys, and all I had to do now was wait for a month, maybe more depending on things.
But I would take advantage of this situation, learning as much as I could from Missandei.
Like, how Astapor worked, how loyal were the unsullied, what animals were common in Essos, and how was the slave-free man ratio in each city.
This month would prove to be quite educational, but that was just one of the things I would do during this time.
After noticing that my poor Ravens were not only being overworked but also were falling short to cover two full continents for me, I decided to expand my animal friends.
With the help of Neltharion, a few of my ravens, and Missandei knowledge I would hunt for any animal that had any utility to me, from rats to hawks, anything was possible.
"Are you ready to hunt?" I asked eagerly to the confused little girl.
"This one is pleased to help you," Missandei said.
*She seems off,* Neltharion hissed, scaring her, I had forgotten entirely that she had yet to see him.
"A dragon?!" Missandei was scared and fascinated.
*And dumb what else can I be? A mutant gecko?* Neltharion hissed with a lot of sass.
"Yes a Dragon, or mutant gecko, your pick," I chuckled.
*Hey!* a mutant gecko hissed in the background.