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Chapter 28

Ser Gregor Clegane grunted like a wild dog forcing his men to march forward to the Ruby Ford, where he expected to take a ship and sail to Essos. He wasn't honestly bothered by the fact he was now called a criminal. The Mountain has always been one. Yet, Ser Gregor Clegane couldn't hide the fact that he wanted to kill his sire for betraying him and throwing him out like a used whore. That bothered him greatly but at the same time. Tywin Lannister wouldn't be where he was if he didn't discard tools he no longer needed.

That was what Ser Gregor Clegane was to Tywin. A mad dog that needed to be put down. Not that it was born of a sense of morality but of need. Tywin knew that doing so would allow him to ease some of the tension between the Martell and the Crown, especially his family. Would it stop Martell from trying to get revenge against him? Tywin doubted it. The Old Lion was not a fool. The Martell have taken their time and would continue to do so. That's why doing this was more important to him than keeping Ser Gregor Clegane alive. It gives him some time and influence for future endeavours.

Still, Ser Gregor Clegane was angry and disappointed that he would've to leave Westeros for the time being. But life as a Sell Sword on Essos doesn't sound that bad for him. Killing and raping was all he was good for. And there, across the Narrow Sea, there was an abundance of that.

"I regret not raping the princess when I had the chance," Ser Gregor muttered to himself, licking his lips and remembering those gorgeous golden eyes. But those dreams would be just that—dreams and nothing more.

The Mountain and his men were raiding a small port near the Trident. A ship, that's all he needed.

"Don't kill the sailors. We'll need them to cross," he ordered as his men continued their raiding of whatever supply they could get.

If Ser Gregor Clegane could no longer be a Lord in the Seven Kingdoms, he would be a King on Essos. Or so the mind of the Mountain would like to believe. He wasn't known for being Westeros history's brightest of all mad dogs.

Nevertheless, the Mountain's dreams would never happen since, out of nowhere, arrows flew towards him and his men.

"Ambush!" One of the Mountain's men yelled before being killed by a spear.

Oberyn Martell saw the Mountain standing not too far away from him. The only thing the Martell prince could think of at that moment was vengeance. However, Oberyn isn't the only one who wishes revenge. The Hound, Sandor Clegane, also had his aim on him. It was now a matter of who arrived first.

"Kill them all!" Ser Gregor Clegane yelled as the skirmish began, with both sides fighting with all their might. The Hound growled with apparent ire as soldiers tried to stop his advance. Right now, Sandor couldn't be bothered or stop. The Hound had his aim on his brother. But more importantly. He didn't want to give the Dornish Prince a chance.

A race between both men began.

All the while, Brienne began showcasing that a woman may she be, but so she was a warrior. She was quick and deadly precise. Brienne didn't enjoy cruelty nor make her enemies survive crippled after defeat. So, instead, she killed them. Better than being defeated by a woman. Nevertheless, to Brienne, how people think was of no worry. She would do her duty to her Queen.

"You're truly remarkable, my lady...!"

"Thank you, Lord Dondarrion," Brienne only replied, watching the man holding a sword covered on fire. "You're also a priest of the Lord of Light?"

"No," Dondarrion replied. "I am but his instrument."

Brienne wasn't sure what to make out of that statement, but it didn't matter. She glanced over and saw that they were overcoming the Mountain's men thanks to their more significant numbers. A good thing was that their battle wouldn't last any longer. Still, Brienne saw that their reason for being there was dealing with two ferocious warriors, both trying to kill him.

Ser Gregor Clegane was battling his brother and the Red Viper by the river. The latter pair, though, ended up being more of a burden than a help to one another. Oberyn's head was inches from being severed by Sandor's blade. Both came so close to taking their own lives instead of trying to kill the Mountain. Brienne shook her head in disbelief.

They're blinded by hatred.

So, she decided to intervene before returning to King's Landing with the body of Prince Oberyn and Ser Sandor in body bags.

"You kill her!" Oberyn yelled, moving fast, aiming his lance directly at the Mountain's chest. "You murdered her!"

Yet, the Hound seemed to have made the Martell prince miss his thrust as he swung with intent to be the first one to claim first blood.

The Mountain roared and stepped back to avoid the Hound's blade. Then, he took advantage of his brother's weakness and knocked the Hound to the ground with a punch from his free hand. The fact that he could show such brute force, and overpower the Hound of all people, demonstrated his inherent strenght. Oberyn saw an opportunity and began to strike.

The moniker "Red Viper" wasn't just something he made up to stroke his ego. Oberyn Martell was a shrewd and lethal fighter. He had a lot of bodies in his closet and was a vivid participant in the fighting and melees. But since it was The Mountain who stood before his spear, every thrust aimed at him was an attempt to kill. But even if Oberyn's spear scratched him. The poison that Oberyn used to cover the edge of his spear would be enough.

The Mountain was not a master swordsman. He wasn't Jaime Lannister or Ser Barristan Selmy, nor Ser Arthur Dayne or anything of that kind. Ser Gregor Clegane was just a large brute of a man with an abnormal body and strenght.

So, it was clear that in the face of someone with skill, someone who could actually fight back. The Mountain stumbled down, not being able to keep up with how fast Oberyn could be.

"You remember her, don't you?" Oberyn hissed, able to use the pummel of his spear to kick the Mountain's helmet out of his head. "I am going to hear you confess... here! I am going to hear you say her name!"

The Mountain growled, swinging his oversize sword around, trying furiously to end Oberyn's life. But without luck.

"You big brute, you are not going to die as easily," Oberyn growled, evading the Mountain's sword masterfully before successfully pricing Ser Gregor Clegane's armour near his shoulder. The Mountain let out a loud roar of fury before grabbing Oberyn's spear and breaking it in two before landing a punch on Martell's prince's face. The impact could have knocked down a cow or broken the skull of a man easily. Thankfully, Oberyn seemed to have survived the blow, as he simply fell backwards to the ground.

"I'll fucking destroy you!"

The Mountain roared angrily and swung his blade down, intending to slay Oberyn immediately if Brienne hadn't intervened with her own sword. The sheer might of Ser Gregor Clegane's swing surprised Brienne, who gasped in response. She heard about how strong Ser Gregor Clegane was and how much of a freak of nature the Mountain was, but to see it first-hand and experience it, was another thing entirely.

As a swordswoman, Brienne excelled—a woman of strength and ability. There was no denying it. But the Mountain was not a simple man. He was like an angry beast, a wild oversize dog who could break anyone. It was impossible to win against him. As expected, she was weak against him. Still, Brienne did put off a fight, showcasing her own inner rage, blocking and even being able to give the Mountain a blasted lip as she headbutted him hard.

The Mountain grabbed her head, took the helmet off, and used his nails to scratch Brienne's face, spitting blood to her face in a childish tantrum. Brienne screamed in pain as the Mountain tried to squeeze her head somehow, but then, the Hound stopped it by grabbing his brother and punching him to the ground, shouting, screaming, and yelling. Sandor let his rage take over by clenching his fist and letting it feel his brother's skull.

"Die! Die! Die!"

Sandor's words resonated with everything he has bottled in so far. After years of pure rage, finally able to get out of him. If the Hound could, he would always stay in this position. But the reality came back when the Mountain pushed back, using his weight and size to take his brother off him.

"I'll rip you apart!" The Mountain then bit the Hound's neck, ripping a chunk of meat just above his shoulder.

The Hound screamed before grabbing a rock on the floor and slamming it on his brother's face.

Oberyn wanted his part and quickly picked the edge of his spear and shoved it into the Mountain's chest. Screaming madly. "Elia! Her name was Elia! And you killed her!"

Oberyn watched those eyes, Ser Gregor Clegane's eyes, and saw nothing but a beast, a wild dog that needed to be put down. But, by doing so, Oberyn forgot that the Mountain would not die quickly. No matter how many stabs or wounds he had on his body or the venom going through his system.

"Aye! I did!" The Mountain then grabbed Oberyn and slammed into the floor, not paying attention to the piece of metal encrusted on his chest. "I raped her! And killer her! Smashed her head in! Just like this!"

Oberyn loudly screamed as the Mountain began to squeeze his eyes and head.

His dead was close, but that would be bad.

"That's enough of you," Sebas, who took more of a spectator role until recently, approached quickly and grabbed the Mountain by the neck, taking the large man by surprise at how easily the old man threw him away.

Brienne, the Hound, saw it with a stunned face, while Oberyn's, who still had his eyes, simply stared at him. Even the Mountain seemed to be stunned by how he was thrown away in such a manner.

"You fucking old man!" The Mountain growled before suddenly taking his sword from the ground and swinging at him.

"Lord Sebas!" Brienne yelled, but the personal butler of the Queen simply hummed.

Sebas thought back to what his lady had said about keeping up appearances. His true strength should only be revealed under extreme circumstances. This was accepted by Sebas as well. He had no reason to worry about this crazy dog. So, Sebas only grabbed Ser Gregor Clegane's wrist before he could fully swing at him. And as if the Mountain was nothing but a fragile piece of paper. Sebas broke his arm like nothing.

"Argh!" The Mountain roared. "I will kill you!"

Sebas scoffed at him before the Mountain tried furiously grabbing him with his other hand. Still, Sebas stopped that from happening by simply catching the Mountain's hand again. "I' would appreciate it if you don't touch me with your filthy hands. You're going to dirt my suit."

Then, all the bones of that arm were crushed by Sebas, who stared at the Mountain with disgust. "I am aware of your actions and what you did to those poor, defenceless victims. No, you're not even close to human. You're not even worthy of being called a living thing. You're nothing more than a worm. And worms are meant to be crushed."

Sebas would have normally let the humans kill the human. Still, given their injuries, he knew it was an unwise decision. The Mountain's life was already forfeit, according to his lady. He was more trouble than he was worth, and they were better off without him than keeping him alive for a trial, which did not serve an end goal for her family.

Sebas then quickly and calmly severed the Mountain's head. Still, he didn't seem to have much control over his strength and ended up decapitating the massive guy in a clean move of his hands.

Um, this is quite troublesome. My lady told me not to bring too much attention to myself. Sebas glanced around, hoping that it wouldn't be that bad. But by the way, Oberyn, Brienne, and the Hound were glancing at him. Keeping up appearances would be more complicated than he thought.


The Red Keep, which serves as a symbol of the monarch of the Seven Kingdoms, was undergoing some kind of extensive renovation, the biggest in its history. That should not come as a surprise. The Divine Queen, Galadriel, wanted her castle to be a symbol of power and one that would cause people to gawk at it. That would take time to create a palace like no other, but even then, among the many things she wanted to build and change. Some things would always remain the same in the Seven Kingdoms.

Even after a devastating conflict, the nobility would never change. And maybe, it was for the best. The elite of Westeros could be quite amusing to see and interact with.

Galadriel was on a newly built courtyard, expanding the previous gardens and Godswood of the Red Keep. There was a large gathering of nobles, a party where nobles enjoyed the festivities among many other frivolities that only the elite of Westeros could enjoy. No doubt crafted by the Queen's mother, Cersei, in order to showcase her power in the court and that she still had influence. Cersei was clearly plotting something since why would she do all of this out of nowhere?

There were so many new noble houses after the war. New faces, new names to learn. It was an entertaining sight for Galadriel to see. These new noble houses were trying hard to portray themselves as important, which was far from the truth, especially for the oldest houses that survived Tywin's recent purge.

It was hunting season for the oldest noble houses of the Crowlands. They needed to get allies and showcase their importance to the Divine Queen if they wished to survive. But that was just one of the many things the nobles' houses were trying to do.

Another significant objective of all houses of Westeros was to gain the Queen's hand. After all, rumours spread about how the Queen wishes to find a man worthy of her affection, and it won't matter if he was from a lesser house or one of the greatest.

All of that was a lie, of course. Galadriel didn't know if the rumour began with her mother or Littlefinger. She suspected both had some part in that rumour to take off. Nevertheless, everyone seemed to believe it, which just caused Galadriel to find the entire thing highly amusing.

Galadriel smiled pleasantly at their jovial words. Or seemed to be smiling at them.

"And I said, that's not a pig, but my mother!"

A lord joked, followed by a lot more waves of laughter from all the other lords around the Queen, who forced a chuckle at the worst joke she had ever heard. And her best friend was Peroroncino. So, Galadriel has listened to many bad jokes in her life.

"Hilarious joke, Lord Wendwater," Galadriel forced a smile as the fat lord chuckled with a smug, looking around and portraying himself as the man who made the Divine Queen laugh. However, Galadriel glanced at Ser Barristan with an expression of "help" on her face, which caused the knight to cough awkwardly.

"Your Grace, I believe your mother is seeking you," Ser Barristan said. At the same time, Galadriel glanced at Lord Wendwater and his family and smiled softly.

"A shame I couldn't spend more time hearing your histories, Lord Wendwater. Maybe another time," Galadriel quickly took off before hearing the lord trying to speak more. Soon, Galadriel and all her Queensguard followed, far away enough from the festivities for her to sigh loudly.

"Is not a pig, is my mother? What sort of joke is that?" Galadriel muttered while they snorted behind her.

"All the people around him laughed because House Wendwater is still one of the few houses old enough to have some power in the court," Ser Barristan spoke. "They remain loyal to you, even after Joffrey took the throne."

Galadriel scoffed to herself; she knew that this resulted from Lady Wendwater's cunning in persuading her lord husband to remain silent and wait to announce any alliance until the war's conclusion.

"They survive my grandfather's purge, and since they are quite rich in the Crownlands, the new houses genuinely want to be on their good sides," Galadriel stated while observing Lord and Lady Wendwater's delight at receiving so much attention from the new households. The fact that they were the first lords to meet the Queen and have a lengthy conversation with her appeared to pave the way for their rise to power. Well, "power" was quite a big word to use, but the nobles' houses were playing their own game.

"A good thing they had no sons but only daughters. Otherwise, they would've been throwing them at me as well," Galadriel said while hearing Mya scoff underneath her helmet.

"A good thing then," Mya muttered slowly.

"We should find another excuse soon, niece," Jaime said. "They would soon realise that your mother isn't actually looking for you."

"Well, we could go on with the kitchen is on fire, and I need to put it down," Galadriel replied while earning a few chuckles from her guard. "But, where is my mother? I haven't seen it since yesterday."

Galadriel glanced at her uncle, Jaime, who she knew had spent the night with her. Still, even Jaime seemed to not know where she was at the moment.

"I can't say, your Grace. I haven't seen her at all," Jaime muttered, trying to see where his sister was but being unsuccessful.

Galadriel sighed, deciding to let her agents do that for her. Still, Cersei's mind sometimes was hard to predict. Which was quite incredible if she thought about it.

Nevertheless, Galadriel would simply see what was in store for her today.

I wonder what Pandora's Actor should act on? Galadriel and Pandora's Actor decided not to introduce him as a new ally because of how highly unusual it would be that out of nowhere, another mysterious ally appeared to aid her. It would bring unwanted attention towards her. Besides, Pandora's Actor wanted to "improvise", a word that caused Galadriel to groan internally and worried her.

Just don't do anything crazy.

Galadriel thought with a sigh. Before looking, a quite fat and nervous lord looked around, trying to speak with people but being ignored.

"Who is that?" Galadriel asked.

"Lord Dontos Hollard," Ser Barristan said, watching the poor fellow trying to get anyone to speak with him. "A survivor of the Defiance of Duskandale."

"Ah, I remember now," Galadriel muttered. "Joffrey used to use him as a court jester. The lady next to him...? She doesn't look at all pleased to be with him, and truly, she is far too beautiful to be with him."

"That's Lady Alysanne Darke, or well, Hollard now. They are also some of the survivors from Darklyns of Duskendale," Ser Barristan stated, watching with high amusement how the lady seemed to be whispering to poor Dontos Hollard about something. She honestly looked distraught, ashamed and humiliated to be with him.

"Another disgraced house, long before the war. The only reason they survived the purge was that they supported Stannis, and my father mocked them publically because they only have twenty sheep and three horses in their stables," Jaime said with a mocking tone of voice. "They are truly poor noble house."

"Mmhm, it seems that she was forced to wed Lord Dontos Hollard. Because, well, this was the only house that wanted to link themselves to them. Besides, both houses have nothing to offer at all. I sort of feel bad for the girl," Gendry chimed in, causing Galadriel to emit a deep hum before nonchalantly walking over to them.

"Your Grace? Where are you going?" The Queensguard asked, as Galadriel simply wanted to have fun for a while.

I will just stir the pot and have some fun messing with the nobles.

Galadriel smiled before approaching both, which startled them to no end.

"Y-Your Grace!" Lord Hollard muttered, taken aback by the sudden appearance of the Divine Queen before him. Thankfully, his new lady quickly took things in her hands as she forced him to bow to her, just like she did.

"Your Grace, you honour us with your presence!" Alysanne Hollard watched in awe at the beauty before her. It was one thing to hear about the Queen's golden eyes and long black wings. Often one thought that it was all just a smoke-and-screen. Tales to impress people. But now that she was before the Queen. Before the so-called blessed child of the Seven. Alysanne couldn't help but feel utterly stunned by the reality of it all.

Those wings fluttered ever-so-slightly in response to the wind. The Queen's golden eyes have the appearance of a galaxy of stars shining to all who glanced at them. The Queen's milky skin and breathtaking snowy-white hair were the finishing touches on her polished appearance. To put it simply, Alysanne felt insignificant in the presence of the Divine Queen. But then again, so would everyone else.

"Don't worry, my lady," Galadriel replied gently. "I wish to congratulate you on your wedding to Lord Hollard. I've heard that Ser Barristan vouched for you many years ago."

Dontos' mouth opened, trying to reply, especially since it was true. If it weren't for Ser Barristan Selmy's words, he would've shared the same fate as his family. Yet, that was so many years ago he doubted anyone would remember that.

"I am forever grateful for Ser Barristan's words. Always," he managed to reply quickly.

"I have heard that the Hollard family has been facing so hardships since the war ended, as well, house Darke," Galadriel replied, loud enough so everyone around them could hear it.

"We are surviving, your Grace," Lady Alysanne replied quickly. She could sense all the eyes on both of them.

"Mm," Galadriel hummed, just making sure more nobles were from earshot to hear her speak to them. "As you can see, I am expanding. The Red Keep, as well as expanding some of my states across Westeros. Especially the Crownlands. I am building a palace near Kingswood. A... leisure place of sorts for me. It's large land, 900 acres of forest, green grass, farms, and with its own river system."

It would be a gross understatement to describe the vast expanse of land spanning 900 acres as anything other than immense. However, as the Queen, she had the freedom to wield her power as she saw fit, without any limitations. It was worth noting that the amount of land she owned exceeded that of some noble houses in the vicinity. The fact that this was merely a holiday abode for the Queen only served to highlight the extent of her wealth and the sheer scale of her kingdom.

"That sound like a beautiful place for building a palace, Your Grace," Lord Hollard replied, still unsure of what she was telling him. Galadriel only smiled at both of them.

"Such land requires maintenance and oversight while I am not there," Galadriel said, looking at both of them. "I wish to ask of House Hollard to be my stewards and to take care of such lands."

Both Dontos and Alysanne were stunned to hear such a thing; to be called a steward house may not be a big thing for some houses; in fact, some would even take it as an insult. But Alysanne and Dontos, whose both houses were nearly extinct, disagreed and were extremely poor. This was, perhaps, a golden opportunity.

"Maybe, once your son or daughter is born, in the future, they could even serve at the Red Keep. A future lady in waiting, or perhaps, be a squire even," Galadriel spoke using her gentle, inspired devotion. But it was just her truly dangling a piece of meat before two starving dogs. "What would you say to that? Would House Hollard accept this offer?"

"I-I... You-I," Dontos couldn't speak properly. Nothing came out of his mouth. However, Alysanne quickly spoke for both of them. "Yes!" Alysanne exclaimed, almost desperately. She was not going to allow her husband to ruin it. This was their only chance to build their family wealth and reputation back. Alysanne pleaded with her mother and father not to let her marry such a pathetic man. But no other Lord's son would even look at her, and those who did fancy her died during the previous war. So not many sons for her to marry or even older lords to seduce. Not even if she was of decent elegance and beauty, no one wanted a Darke as an ally.

All because of who her family was and just how poor they were for a noble house. They couldn't maintain their current garrison, and their castle was empty and dirty, almost in ruins. But things would change now. Alysanne would make sure of it.

"We would be honoured, Your Grace! My husband would accept such a proposition and will not fail!" Alysanne bowed, again forcing Dontos head down. "Don't we, my dear Lord husband?"

"Of course!" Dontos finally exclaimed, still quite flabbergasted. "We would be honoured!"

Galadriel chuckled at them. "I will also send you a wedding gift. Three thousand Gold Dragon to help you and your upcoming family."

Dontos almost passed out right then and there, but Alyssane quickly kept it together, even though she almost followed Dontos to the ground as well by the amount of gold the Queen was gifting them. Before, she couldn't even look at the pathetic man that was her husband, not even touch him. But now, she was holding him for dear life, as being with him at this moment had opened a window of future opportunities.

"We are going to be forever grateful for this, Your Grace!"

Galadriel simply smiled. "I'll send the court's plans. I want you to explain all the details of the land you'll be charged on."

Alyssane and Bontos nodded quickly, still stunned to think straight.

"Great! And I wish nothing but the best for both of you and your future family."

Galadriel walked away, seeing Alyassane whispering something to her husband in a desperate manner, almost too excited to think clearly. Undoubtedly, the future prospect of what awaits her family was worth the sacrifice of bedding her lord husband a thousand times.

"What you did was a kindness, Your Grace," Ser Barristan said, although the reality was different.

Galadriel saw how now, out of nowhere, many nobles were approaching Alyssane and Dontos, beginning to chat with them as if they were always friends. That was what Galadriel wanted, more drama in the life of the Nobles. It keeps things interesting.

"Joffrey treated him like a pig, mocking him, forcing him to drink wine until he puked. At least he deserves some peace of mind at this stage of his life. Also, I guess that now, his beautiful wife would at least pay him attention," Galadriel said, watching the scene before her.

It was a "heartwarming" sight to see Alyssane hugging the arm of Dontos and recounting with a hint of smugness how the Great Ser Barristan Selmy, the esteemed Queensguard Commander, had saved her husband's life. She spoke of how Ser Selmy recognised the worth in her husband and how the Queen had promised to make their son a squire in the future and her daughter a future lady in waiting. Galadriel couldn't help but chuckle at the joyous moment. And how the nobility would try to act now.

Galadriel did this not because of the goodness of her heart. But how the other nobles' houses seemed to be staring at them. All predators were ready to hunt down any opportunity to get closer to her.

"A happy ending," Galadriel hid her intentions with a smirk.

"My dear niece!"

"Sister!"

Galadriel glanced and saw Tyrion walking towards her. Behind him were Pod, his loyal squire, and Ser Bronn, who looked quite strange with the elegant robes. However, coming at her was Tommen, running as if his life depended on it, with a big smile on his face.

"Tommen!" Galadriel quickly brought him to her and embraced him, kissing his cheek affectionately. "Look at you! So handsome!"

Tommen, the nine-year-old, giggled. "You are pretty too! The most pretty of all!"

Galadriel laughed, and it was not those forced or fake laughs but one coming directly from her heart. "A true charmer, aren't you? Are you here to take me away?"

Tommen blushed but kept giggling as Galadriel couldn't help but kiss those adorable cheeks of his.

"He is going to be a true heartbreaker when he grows up," Galadriel stated, smirking at her young brother.

"It is in the family," Tyrion teased. "We should keep an eye out for that day."

"Indeed," Galadriel added. "So, uncle, how is your position as Master of Coin going?"

"Wonderful, Your Grace. I had to take a good look at all of Lord Baelish's exploits."

"Mm, no doubt most of the expenses were made by my father and mother," Galadriel drawled, remembering the headache that was dealing with Robert's expenditures.

"Indeed," Tyrion nodded before looking around him and noticing a few people around them, which allowed him to get closer to her. "However, I haven't heard of Cersei or where she is."

Jaime frowned at those words, now wondering just what Cersei was doing.

"I haven't seen our father near as well," Jaime muttered, looking around.

Galadriel just scratched her chin, wondering what those two would be thinking of doing. In fact, she almost forgot about Arianne and Margaery.

So many plots are going on. I just hope they don't disappoint.

And talking about plots, the master of them all, Varys, was seen walking towards Galadriel in a very hasty move.

"Lord Varys?" Galadriel faked worry as he approached her. "What is it?"

"Urgent news, Your Grace. Lord Stannis Baratheon's fleet was ambushed by Greyjoy's fleet near the Whispering Sound. The losses are great."

Galadriel was taken aback when she received the news of her uncle's defeat, particularly at the sea. She had been under the impression that the Greyjoy conflict would conclude imminently. Still, evidently, the situation was more complicated than she had anticipated. This turn of events did not discourage Galadriel, however. On the contrary, it motivated and pleased her that it won't be a simple and fast victory. It could always serve her to expand her plans. But, it didn't take away that she was surprised to hear Stannis lost.

The Greyjoys are not easily defeated. Good, otherwise it would've been boring.

"How is my uncle? Is he alive?" Galadriel asked, faking worry again.

"He is, but I doubt he is without fury. I can say that the defeat he suffered was not by his own hand," Varys replied before sighing again. "Also, I have received other news. Your Grace... a fleet is crossing the Narrow Sea. And the Golden Company is coming with it."

"The Golden Company?" Ser Barristan asked, confused, as so everyone else. It's been decades since that name was spoken, and soon they all began to wonder why that would be.

"Who leads them?" Tyrion asked quickly.

"They're being led by... supposedly, Aegon Targaryen. Rhaegar's son and rightful heir of the Iron Throne."

Galadriel portrayed a dumbstruck face, but she wasn't at all shocked. Finally, the boy comes. Galadriel was definitely going to enjoy this minor incident with the Greyjoy defeat and the Targaryen pretender. It's time she put her dragons to good use.

"Let my grandfather know I want a Small Council meeting now... as well, Lord Varys, I want to put the Blackwater Bay on full alert!"

"Yes, Your Grace."

Galadriel would make sure to get the best of this situation.


Authors note.

-I always felt sad by Dontos Hollard, in the books and in the show. I just wanted to give him a bit of peace of mind and joy.

-Also, are you guys ready for some Pandora's Actor Oscar-worthy acts?! I am sure Galadriel is not!

-Also, Shalltear is coming next chapter! Be ready for Nazarick's shenanigans!

-Check my Tumblr for some art work!