DL

by codekingu

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1. Chapter 1

Chapter 40

Dany stood on the balcony of her beautiful room and shivered. She was wearing a thin, silk dress, and the air was very crisp so early in the morning. Dany loved waking up early so she could watch the fiery morning light bathe the city that she had grown to love. In fact, she had stood out there so often that she would wager that she could draw every building from memory. The only thing that had changed recently was the fact that Harold's army had been marching and performing drills practically nonstop. It made her both excited and nervous. Dany shivered again.

"Are you cold?" a masculine voice said from behind. Daenerys jumped and gave a short yelp in fright. She never heard him walk up. She was about to look over her shoulder even though she knew exactly who the voice belonged to. Instead, his warm hands touched her bare shoulders. Dany's cheeks suddenly felt as though they were on fire. Her face turned pink before letting out a shuddered breath. His hands were caressing her skin. It was made even better by the fact that the thin straps of her dress had already slipped down her shoulders. His touch instantly warmed her body.

"I'm alright now … Thank you," she said, trying to sound confident. She became even warmer when the front of his body pressed against her back. Trying to be subtle, she pushed her bottom against his trouser-clad crotch. Harry ran his fingernails gently down the length of her upper arm, making her body tremble. She jumped slightly when he began speaking in her ear.

"How would you feel about ruling Meereen in my name, Dany?" Harold asked her. She obviously knew that he was about to make a move on the slaver city. He had told everyone close to him almost a week ago. Everyone in the city knew that something was afoot. The constant military drills were an obvious clue. They just didn't know who the unlucky party was. Dany, however, never thought about who he would put in charge of the city. When the words had left his mouth, her heart began pounding. Everything suddenly felt very real.

"R-Right now?" she asked. Dany closed her eyes. She wanted to kick herself for sounding like a frightened child. Harold, however, chuckled.

"I haven't taken the city yet, Dany," he reminded her. Dany blushed red in embarrassment. Harold continued to chuckle in a kind manner. He gently spun her around, and Dany buried her face in his chest, trying to hide her embarrassment. She bit back a moan when his hands slid down the delicate skin of her bare back. Her dress was in the typical style for the young, beautiful, and rich women of Harold's city. As such, there was a lot of bare skin on display. The men of the city certainly loved the latest fashion trends of the city. Even the less wealthy women were getting in on the action. Local vendors were keen to make dresses of similar styles, only out of cheaper material. At the moment, she was very pleased that so much of her skin was on display. It made it easier for Harold's hands to touch her.

"When will you take it?" she asked, removing her head from his chest and looking up into his perfect, green eyes.

"Soon," he told her. "The armies are sailing out today. I'll catch up with them once they pass the Isle of Cedars."

"So soon?" she asked, her eyes wide with shock.

"Winter is nearing. Once winter sets, I will have my hands full and will likely not have much time for war and conquering. Instead, I will look to improve my standing among the other Noble houses of the world through trade."

Dany nodded, understanding. "So you wish me to go to Meereen … alone?" she asked, very nervous.

"Only if you wish to rule … and not alone. I hope that Myrcella will accompany you," he said. That instantly made her feel better. Knowing that her best friend would be there to help and support her was a huge load off of her mind.

"Do you think that I'm ready to rule?" she asked. She greatly valued his opinion after all. Harold smiled at her.

"I don't expect you to leave right away. I can handle the city on my own for a while. If you wish to help me rule my expanding lands, I'll teach you how before letting you take over leadership of Meereen."

Dany let out a deep breath. It was hard for her to concentrate when his hands were sliding up and down her back, and his thumbs were tickling her ribs. She wasn't going to lie to herself. She really loved this city, and she would be more than happy to live the rest of her life here. However, ruling Meereen would be a huge opportunity for her. It was an opportunity that many would kill for, and she meant that literally. She always dreamed of being a Dragonlord and ruling her own lands. While Meereen might not technically be "hers", she would be the woman in charge. Not only that but in a way, it bound her to him. Her face blushed harder when she thought about being his Queen. Harold seemed to be of the same mindset. She gasped as she felt him begin to lower her dress.

"Of course, I would need to make sure that you are loyal to me. Are you willing to give yourself to me, Dany?" Harold asked her. "Mind, body, and soul?" he teased as her dress slipped past her breasts. Her small, perky tits hit the chilly morning air and instantly became rock hard.

"Yes, please," Dany choked out as her thin dress slid down to her waist. Harry stopped there and let the dress rest on her widening hips. His fingers tickled her slim belly. As his fingers climbed up her front, Dany's entire body trembled with wanton need. She had never needed something so badly before. Not even Myrcella's soft kisses could make her body cry out for more like Harold's barest of touches. Her hands shook when his fingertips reached the bottom of her peach-sized breasts. Dany whined as Harold teased her and let his fingers brush over the incredibly soft skin underneath her breasts. Her pink nipples were straining and begging for attention. She tried to squirm around so that his fingers would find the hard, little nubs, but Harold made it clear that he was the one in charge.

"Yes what, Dany?" she heard him ask with more than a little playfulness in his masculine voice. He slowly turned her body back around so that her back was pressed against his front. She could feel how hard he was. It was pressed against her bottom, and Dany couldn't help but rub herself against it.

"I'm yours!" she gasped out as his hands moved higher, encompassing her entire breasts. With her declaration made, one of his hands left her breasts and pushed her dress the rest of the way down. It pooled on the ground at her feet, and before she could step out of it, she felt herself being lifted into his arms. Her lips were captured in a searing kiss, and Dany moaned deeply into his mouth. Her thoughts immediately went to the only other person that she had ever truly kissed. Though she would never admit it to Myrcella's face, Harold was a much better kisser. His soft lips expertly danced against hers while his tongue massaged hers. The sensation of their kiss alone made her ache between her legs. It was an ache that she had never felt before. It was as if her body was begging to be bred. That was why as soon as her back hit the bed, her legs opened, revealing that she was wet and ready.

Harry smiled as his newest conquest opened her smooth legs. As she did, she revealed that her little, pink slit was completely soaked. The look in her eyes was practically manic, Harry thought as he slowly removed his clothes. She was needy, and she was desperate. She wanted him to claim her for his very own. Harry had no problems with that. Daenerys had a lovely face and a beautiful smile. Her violet eyes were big and bright, making her look younger than she actually was. Her silvery-gold hair was tied back in one long fishtail braid that fell over her shoulder and covered one of her small breasts. Harry brushed his hand across her chest and moved it away. Her little, pink nipples were hard, and her breast shook slightly as she lay there trembling, clearly nervous. His eyes lowered down her body and over her slim belly. Her skin was perfect and flawless. No doubt that in her youth, her brother had kept her from roughhousing or any other childish activity that might spoil her body. To him, she was a commodity to be traded. The world was better off without him, Harry thought. Dany certainly was.

Her small belly button was just as cute as the rest of her body. Her hips were starting to flare out from her thin waist. Nothing like Melisandre's womanly form, of course, but then again, most women couldn't compete with the Red Priestess in that regard. Dany was still growing into her body. Harry couldn't wait to see how her body looked once she was done growing. Until then, he would have plenty of fun with the body that she DID have.

Just below her belly button was her smooth, hairless mound. Harry reached out and gently brushed his fingers over it. Her skin was soft and warm, and she gasped when he touched her. Below her mound was her hairless slit that was damp with moisture. Harry could see that her clit was swollen from arousal. The scent coming from between her legs was maddening. As he stepped out of his clothes, his cock was so hard that it was beginning to hurt. Dany's eyes left his and lowered to his erection. She seemed fascinated by it. Slowly, her hand dipped down between her legs, and her fingers began playing with herself. Dany seemed to be acting on autopilot because as soon as she remembered that he was watching her, her hand quickly moved away, and she blushed deeply. Her legs were about to snap closed, but Harry had other plans. His hands snapped out, and he pried her legs back open. His eyes were zoned in on her damp opening. He joined her on the bed and settled himself between her parted thighs.

Dany couldn't believe what was about to happen. Ever since they first met, she fantasized about him constantly. She thought about him during the day and surrendered to him in her dreams. She couldn't count the times she woke up from a dirty dream about him with her hand between her legs. She even thought about him when she was with Myrcella. She watched with bated breath as his head dipped lower. Her legs were wide open, and her womanhood was dripping wet. When his hot breath washed over her virgin pussy, Dany shuddered, and her body squirmed. His lips first touched her mound, and he peppered it with kisses. Dany had never really liked Cersei. She doubted that any other woman in the castle did, besides her daughter, of course. If she was being honest, she thought the older woman was a bit of a bitch. She did, however, teach her a lot of useful things … one of them being that a proper woman of a Noble family should always remove the hair from her body. "Only peasants and back-alley whores walk around with hairy cunts," Cersei had told both her and Myrcella. Now that Harold's face was so close to her womanhood, she was glad that she had listened.

"Oh!" Dany squeaked as he kissed all around her wet slit. Her young body was practically thrashing around by that point. Her hands lay at her sides while her fingers ripped at the luxurious, silk bedsheets that Harold had provided for her. Lifting her legs up, she rested them over his shoulders and threaded her fingers through his hair. Her chest was rapidly rising and falling as her excitement grew. Dany whined when his lips suddenly moved to the insides of her thighs instead of her hard clit. It still felt good though, she thought as he kissed her up to the inside of her knee. Suddenly, he grabbed her by the back of her knees and pushed her legs forward. Her body was folded, and her lower half was completely exposed. Every hole was ripe for the taking, she realized as she turned her head in embarrassment. When his finger tickled her virgin asshole, Dany squealed and quickly turned her head back to him with wide eyes. Harold was staring into her eyes while smirking. He was the one in control, and they both knew it.

"You're so wet, Dany," he told her. Dany didn't verbally answer. Instead, her face just turned a darker shade of pink. She watched as Harold ran his finger up and down the length of her slit. With her body folded in half, her lips looked extra plump, she suddenly realized. His finger would push between her smooth, damp lips until it slipped through the top. When he dragged his arousal-slickened finger back down, he made sure to rub it against her asshole. Dany couldn't take it anymore.

"Cum-ming!" she cried out in a slight stutter as her body bucked hard. She could feel a torrent of pussy juice leaking out of her spasming cunt and dripping down over her tightest hole. Her pussy was contracting, and her asshole was puckering. Meanwhile, Harold had her body pinned in the same position. It appeared that he wasn't done having fun with her just yet.

Dany was thrashing around and didn't notice that he had moved her into position until she felt something very big resting against her sensitive pussy. Looking down, she gasped as she realized just how big he truly was. With his cock fully hard and resting against her pussy and belly, it looked as though it might tear her insides apart if he were to fully thrust into her. She never got the chance to communicate her fears. Harry thrust back and forth, running the underside of his cock along her damp cunt. Dany closed her eyes as her orgasm began to flare again. The thick head of his cock hit her clit which made her squeal before he placed the tip against her opening. She felt him put a slight amount of pressure, causing the head to slip inside of her. He didn't go any further.

"Are you ready to become one of mine?" he asked her seriously. Dany nodded her head so fast that she feared that she might have looked comical while doing so. He hooked his arms underneath her knees and pushed forward. Dany cried out as she was properly penetrated for the first time. Her voice was muffled by Harold's mouth as he captured her soft pink lips in a deep kiss. Wrapping her arms around him, Dany melted into the kiss and even deepened it further. She could feel his massive girth stretching her insides. When he first pushed in, it hurt very much, but suddenly, for some strange reason, the pain disappeared and it began to feel incredible. Her walls tightened and clutched his thrusting cock. After only a few thrusts, the sounds coming from below were incredibly wet and lewd. Her body's first instinct was to wrap its legs around his waist and keep him buried deep inside of her, but the best she could do was clamp down on his shaft while trying to milk a thick load from his bloated, cum-filled sack. Whatever she was doing was working, she thought as Harold moaned into her mouth. Her face flushed with happiness at making him feel so good. Trying even harder, she squeezed down on him which made his hips move even faster.

The coil in her belly continued to grow with every thrust. Dany had experienced plenty of orgasms before, some by her own hands and some by Myrcella's. None of them felt as big as this one was shaping up to be. Her eyes were fluttering, and her hands were clutching his muscular arms. Her insides were hugging him tightly as the tip of his magnificent cock drilled deep within her, ramming into her g-spot before battering her cervix. Her breathing intensified just as her vision was growing cloudy. The intensity of it all was actually scaring her slightly.

"H-Harold?" she begged as he pushed forward a bit more, causing the head of his cock to stimulate her g-spot even more. Instantly, Dany's toes curled, and her back arched violently. Lights flashed behind her eyes as her mouth opened wide with a silent scream. Her pussy squeezed his cock so tightly that Harry was surprised that it didn't snap off. He moaned deeply into her delicate, slender neck. Her body was shaking and thrashing while her hips bucked wildly. Meanwhile, Harry continued to fuck her with wild abandon. If she wanted to be one of his, she would need to know what was in store for her. Still, she WAS fairly young, and he did want to take it easy on her. As such, he flipped her onto her belly and lifted her ass up by the hips. As his eyes lingered on her wet cunt, he could see fat drops of arousal leaking down her slit and dripping off of her swollen clit. He palmed her pussy and rubbed her juices all over her mound and lower belly. Her entire lower half was drenched in her juices. The scent of sex was thick in the air, and Harry wouldn't have it any other way. Placing the tip of his cock against her asshole to tease her, he pushed down on her little hole causing Dany to squeak and clench her cheeks shut. Harry laughed heartily as the young woman continued to spasm from the intense orgasm that she had just had.

Dany's small hands gripped the sheets tightly while biting down on them. Behind her, Harold was slapping her slick cunt with his cock like a club. When he slipped back into her, Dany was stretched from a new angle. She choked out a gasp into the bed as he pushed all the way forward until his hips slapped against her ass. She was breathing heavily as he waited for her body to adjust. Harold held her firmly by her slender waist and rubbed her lower back lovingly. Not long after, he had had enough waiting. Gripping her waist tightly, he slammed his hips forward hard enough to make her cheeks ripple. She squealed into the sheets as he seemed to hit completely different spots inside of her than before. The new spots were just as pleasurable as the others.

There wasn't much that she could do other than lay there face down, ass up as her newest lover sculpted her body to fit his massive size. Over and over she came. Once, she even passed out and woke up soon after. The brute behind her never stopped fucking her. He treated her body as though he owned it. Suddenly, she remembered that she agreed to be his. She offered herself to him … mind, body, and soul he had said. Dany had agreed. She belonged to him now. She didn't know why, but that thought immediately made her cum harder than ever before. She cried out pathetically as her slick walls squeezed him for all they were worth. She heard him grunt, and Dany suddenly felt him release inside of her. Her insides became warm, and Dany mewled sexily at the thought of being seeded by him. Unable to control her new urges, she dropped down onto her back and begged him to join her. As soon as he lowered himself, she kissed him passionately, not wanting to let him go.

Harry, of course, didn't mind. The coming days were sure to be long and exciting. He was more than happy to spend some more time with his newest minion.

Chapter 41

The wind was howling, and the seas were churning as the storm buffeted the long line of ships that were crossing through the strait between the Isle of Cedars and the mainland. The hurricane-force winds made the spider-silk sails snap violently while the ships rocked from side to side. All of Harry's ships were enchanted for stabilization, but that could only do so much.

Twenty-foot high waves slammed into the bow and broke, sending water spraying over the deck. Everyone except Harry's drones was below deck, relatively safe from the storm's rage. Unfortunately, quite a few had become seasick from the constant rocking of the waves, which made for an unpleasant trip for everyone else.

At the front of the line, the lead ship rose high into the air, riding the massive wave before the bow tilted downward. The ship rode the wave back down, sending several of Harry's drones tumbling overboard. On the lead ship with them, Harry was keeping track of the number of drones going the sides of each ship. When they did, he simply vanished them and created a new one to take its place. The rain was practically coming in sideways, drenching his drones to the bone. Harry, on the other hand, had a small force field of magic covering him to keep him dry and warm.

He was thankful that they weren't sailing directly into battle. There was nothing worse than having to fight while being seasick. No, the majority of his navy would anchor as close as possible to Meereen before going ashore. They would then make camp, recuperate, and then make for Meereen the following morning. Meanwhile, a smaller portion of his navy would sail directly to the slaver city and begin softening it up with his catapults and ballista. The storm, while a nuisance, was also a blessing. No one would notice the several hundred ships sailing by, nor would they be able to send their carrier pigeons to warn the Great Masters of Meereen. If the storm held on for another six or so hours, they would likely go completely unnoticed by the city's forward scouts. No doubt that his men wished for the storm to subside as quickly as possible, but they would be better off in the long run if it didn't. The ship groaned deeply as the thick, wooden boards and beams flexed and rubbed together. Had they been anyone else's ships, many would have already been at the bottom of the sea. The war would have been over before it even began.

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Harry was glad to see his ships unloading their soldiers and supplies at the dozens of piers that he had secretly created the night before. Roughly twenty miles west of Meereen, in the dead of the night, Harry used his magic to create the temporary harbor. The following morning, all that his men would need to do was pack up and move North a couple of miles until they hit the Demon Road before beginning their march East. If everything went according to plan, their jobs would be much easier upon arrival.

Fifty ships didn't stop and unload. These ships had no soldiers or supplies. All they had aboard was the firepower needed to help bring down the city. Even then, the catapults and ballista couldn't do it on their own. The city walls were too thick to topple from weapons of war alone. They were amongst the highest and thickest in the region. They would need to concentrate their efforts on one single stretch of wall. Harry smiled as the large city came into view. By then, the sky was blue without a cloud to be seen. The sun was shining bright, and the waters were calm. It was the polar opposite of the previous day. Harry was very thankful for that, even if he was sure that they could now see his ships approaching. As if on cue, the sound of a loud, deep horn reverberated from afar. Only a few seconds later, more horns began blaring. The warnings had been sent. With that, Harry disappeared from the deck of the ship.

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Nohklaz Pahl's head was hammering painfully. Of all the worst times to hear the city's war horns booming, it was right then, he thought as he gathered his gear.

The previous night was spent indulging himself with a variety of spiced wines from all over Essos. His family had the money to enjoy the finer things in life. He particularly enjoyed Arbor Gold. It was fruity but still had a nice kick. Normally, he refrained from getting drunk while on duty, but seeing as a brutal storm had been passing through, there was little else to do. That was why he looked the other way when his men broke out their own bottles. Soon, whores were added into the mix, and they had themselves a raucous party. It was a night to remember, but he paid for the fun the following morning. Waking up, he vomited in his mouth and was forced to swallow it. He could feel his head pounding while his mouth was as dry as the Red Waste. His vision was blurry, and he could barely think straight. The only remedy for such a hangover was more wine. He grabbed a half-finished bottle and drank greedily from it, not caring that there was pipe ash floating around in the lukewarm liquid. Beside him, the whore in his bed woke up.

When the bottle was finished, he fell back into bed and ordered his whore to "wake him up properly". He was halfway through a blowjob when the first horn began to bellow. His eyes widened drastically, and he cursed. Pushing the whore's head away from him, he jumped out of bed and nearly fell over. After the world stopped spinning, he steadied himself on his feet and threw on some clothes as quickly as possible. The whore didn't bother waiting around. She was dressed and out the door before he could tell her to leave. He barely got his boots on when more horns boomed across the city. This was something major, he thought with some panic.

When he finally exited his private quarters, he saw that hardly any of his men were awake. Down below, the barracks were likely filled with snoozing members of the City Guard, desperately trying to sleep away their hangovers. He walked over to a large chain hanging down from the ceiling. He preemptively winced before pulling. As he pulled the chain, a loud bell began ringing. There was no way the rest of his men would sleep through that, he thought. The loud sound echoed through his skull and rattled his brain. His pounding head felt about ten times worse now. Nohklaz very much hoped that he could get his hands on the person responsible for all of this so he could wring his neck. "UP! GET UP!" he yelled loudly as his men finally pulled themselves out of their drunken stupors. They stumbled up the stairs and into formation. He had to admit, they looked even worse than he did.

"The war horns are blowing … You know what to do," he told them. "Get into positions while I assess the situation." They all nodded and went down into the bowels of the building to grab their gear. With his men up and running, he grabbed a skin of water and exited the building that housed the City Guard. He only made it less than fifty yards away when he saw a massive shadow pass over him. He stopped and looked up. He saw nothing … not even a cloud in the sky. Shaking his head, he carried on. He took a few more steps before he saw the shadow again, only this time, the shadow remained in one spot. The shadow grew larger, and he looked up. As he did, the sun partially blinded him. All he could make out was a large, dark figure. Before he realized what it was, the black mass pulled up and began gliding parallel to the ground. He watched on, his alcohol-addled mind unable to comprehend what he was seeing. It was heading directly for the City Guard. His men hadn't even had time to leave when the monstrous beast opened its deadly maw and engulfed the entire building in flames.

The concussion of the blast along with an intensely hot wind hit Nohklaz right in the face. He was blown off of his feet as stone and wood were launched high into the air. All around him, the pieces of one-quarter of the building were raining down. The town's folk were screaming and covering their heads, afraid of the red-hot stones falling down on them. He was barely able to make out the doors of the City Guard bursting open. Four men spilled out into the street, each of them fully on fire. One spun around wildly while another rolled on the ground. The two others ran off, only managing a few steps before dropping dead. The sound of stones crumbling brought him out of his daze. He turned his head back to the building just as the rest of the roof completely caved in. There was no doubt in his mind, the rest of his men were dead.

Nohklaz cared nothing for their lives. He was a member of the noble Pahl family. He was better than them in every way. The problem was that he was the commander of the City Guard. It was his job to protect the city. Now, suddenly, he had no men left. The Great Masters were a superstitious bunch, including some members of his own family. If the battle did not go well, the blame would be placed on him and his family. That was definitely not a good thing. He did not want to be sacrificed to the Gods for something that he had no control over. Pushing himself to his feet, he began running toward the Western Wall. Within minutes, foul-smelling sweat dripped down his forehead, belly, and back, making him feel incredibly uncomfortable in his pink and white tokar. Like most wealthy citizens of this great city, Nohklaz was out of shape. The only exercise that he regularly got was from fucking whores and his bed-slaves, and even then, he made them do most of the work. One hundred yards away from the upper wall's entrance, he stopped short as a massive rock slammed into the cobbled floor. Those unlucky enough to be close by were peppered with stone shrapnel. Those that were really unlucky were hit by the thundering stone which was as large as a pot-bellied pig. The sight was quite sickening. After the initial impact, the stone continued to skip down the street. One master and his two slaves were instantly crushed before the stone slammed into a bathhouse, punching a hole right through the wall. He heard terrified screams within. The sight of the master and slaves made him want to vomit in his current hungover state. The master was nearly flat. His guts were splattered all over the road. One slave had his skull caved in, while the other's body was bent and twisted into odd angles. Shaking his head, he suddenly remembered what he was supposed to be doing. He needed to get to the bastion on top of the wall! He looked up just in time to see something glowing red coming over the wall.

When this one slammed into the ground, the noise wasn't nearly as deafening. Although, the aftermath was all the more terrifying. Somehow, a large section of a tree trunk that was glowing with embers slammed into the ground, sending red-hot charcoal and embers all over the place. Those that weren't panicking certainly were now. Everyone screamed and ran.

Nohklaz coughed violently and tried to cover his eyes. The ash and smoke carried by the sea breeze were choking his lungs and stinging his eyes. Suddenly, the ground shook, and he instinctively ducked for cover. The sound of stone shattering made him cover his ears and cry out. That sound could have only been one thing. A boulder had just slammed into the city wall.

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On the back of Daemon, the city whipped past him as he flew over the top. They banked hard to the left, and Harry could see that his ships were beginning to pound the wall. Harry sent a mental ping to his drones to stop firing for a moment. The dark dragon flew over the Skahazadhan River and skirted the edge of the city. When they came back around, they flew low, only a hundred or so feet above the Western wall. Daemon's chest and neck expanded as he sucked in a deep breath. When its mouth opened, a jet of flames spewed out and covered the entire stretch of wall that his ships were aiming at.

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Nohklaz had only taken a single step into the stairwell that would lead him up to the top of the wall when the black shadow whipped by. The shadow was instantly replaced by a flash of bright, orange light. After the quickest of rumbles, he was blown out of the stairwell by a blast of intense heat. He hit the ground hard, the back of his head slamming into the cobblestones. For a moment, he was knocked senseless. He wasn't sure what had happened or where he was. When his vision cleared and his ears stopped ringing, he noticed that his clothes were on fire. Needless to say, he was instantly awake. He screamed in pain and rolled around until the fire was snuffed out. Groaning, he slowly pushed himself up. His face felt tender. He touched it gently and winced. Not wanting to do that again, he stumbled back toward the entrance of the stairwell only to see smoke billowing out from it. Looking up, he gasped when he saw that the entire upper half of the wall was burning. The massive stone blocks that made up the wall were beginning to glow from the heat. Again, what sounded like thunder made him duck as the trembling of the ground made him stumble. They were attacking the walls again, only this time, it was continuous. The ground shook beneath his feet, making it nearly impossible to get where he wanted to go. All around him, flaming logs were slamming into the ground and tearing through the walls of buildings and shops. He decided that he needed to get out of there right away. 'Great Masters be damned!' he thought to himself. He didn't want to die for them or the city. He was too important!

It was easier said than done though. He realized that they were covering the ground with embers and chunks of flaming wood to keep reinforcements away from the area being attacked. Unfortunately for him, it made it very difficult to escape the area. The smoke was getting thicker, and it aggravated his lungs. His eyes were watering and stinging as he tried his best to avoid large pockets of burning debris. The constant assault on the wall wasn't helping either. The ear-splitting noise, the rumbling, and the vibrations in the ground, they all made for a terrifying trek to freedom. To his side, he saw the body of an older woman. She was clearly a freeborn. From the color of her tokar, she had belonged to the Merreq family. She made for a grizzly sight. Her bottom half was trapped underneath a massive slab of burning wood. The tokar covering her upper half was burnt and torn, exposing her old, saggy breasts and blistered belly. Frozen on her face was a look of pure agony. The worst part was the smell. Nohklaz could smell her flesh being roasted, and he could have sworn that he heard the sound of her body's fat and juices sizzling as if it were a pig roasting on a spit. He fought the urge to vomit and pushed on.

He was just able to jump over a large scattering of embers and slip around the pile of rubble that was once a granary just as another flaming log hit the ground near them. More embers scattered everywhere. Nohklaz covered his face and mouth to protect himself from the small particles that were continuously damaging his throat and eyes. As he hid behind the pile, he heard the muffled cries and pleas of the building's workers that were trapped beneath the mound of broken stone and wood. Obviously, he ignored them. They were nothing to him but a distraction from his true purpose … escaping this hellstorm and making his way to freedom. His safety was the only thing important. From behind the rubble, he saw the black beast in the sky coming closer. As it made another pass, more fire erupted from its open mouth. The entire stretch of wall on either side of the main gate was an inferno. The air was so thick with smoke and ash that it no longer appeared to be daytime. Clouds of black, acrid smoke were blocking the sun, turning day into night. The only light was the burning wood scattered across the streets and squares. All around him, the tiniest of embers danced and moved with the strong wind currents that were blowing in the direction of the fire. The firestorm was consuming everything now … even the air they breathed. Not wanting to be there for another second, Nohklaz bolted from behind the rubble and made a break for it.

It took some maneuvering, but he finally made it to a stretch of road that was far enough away from the wall that the catapults couldn't reach. That was all he needed. As fast as his legs could carry him, he ran in the opposite direction. He knocked an old lady down as he fled, and he never looked back. Slaves chained to the sides of buildings were begging to be released, but he paid them no mind. Children crying in the street … he simply ran them over or knocked them to the side. His only thought was to get back to the familiar pink and white pyramid that his family called home. Members of the City Guard from deeper within the city were now coming his way. He hid his face, not wanting to be pulled back into the fray.

"Nohklaz!" he heard the voice of his second in command. "Thank the Gods I have found you."

He cursed as he saw the painted red hair styled into wings that he was so familiar with. "Teroq … I was just …" he said, trying to come up with a valid excuse as to why he was moving away from the action.

"The Great Masters are having an emergency meeting! They demand your presence!" Teroq told him.

"Oh … Yes, of course … I will go at once!" he stated as his friend nodded and ran down the street to catch up to his men. Turning toward the Great Pyramid, he began running as fast as his feet could carry him.

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"Where are our ships?!" one of the Great Masters asked furiously, banging his hand on the table. "Why are they not defending the port?"

Many of the others were standing out on the balcony, high above the rest of the city. They were looking on as the Western part of the city was taking a severe beating. Black smoke plumed high into the air. Nohklaz stood in front of the table, sweating profusely.

"The attack happened so fast … We never had a chance to …" he started before being cut off.

"And you did not notice dozens of ships sailing into our waters until they began firing at our walls?" another asked, his eyes narrowing.

"The storm! We did not …"

He tried to use the only valid excuse that he had, but it was clear that they didn't want to hear it. He suddenly heard the rest of the Great Masters cry out in panic as the black dragon flew past their balcony. He ran out to join them, desperate to gauge the situation. The dragon flew back to the burning wall, its massive wings flapping to keep it hovering above. Just like before, a torrent of fire rained down on the wall. By then, the blocks of stone were cherry red. As the dragon flew off, another well-aimed strike hit the wall with incredible force. They heard the cracking of stone all the way up at the pinnacle of the pyramid.

"What does the Dragon King want?" one cowardly master asked, his legs and knees shaking uncontrollably. "Why is he attacking us now?"

"We have done nothing to him!" another shouted as dozens of massive stones slammed into the crumbling wall. Just then, a pigeon fluttered into the room with a note pouch attached to its leg. It landed on the table, and the master wasted no time in snatching the bird up and removing the note inside. He read it silently.

"An army marches down the Demon road," he said, practically numb at this point. "At least fifty thousand strong … They will be here by nightfall," he read, crumpling up the paper and tossing it on the table. Then his anger exploded. He threw the pigeon with all the strength that he had. It slammed against the wall with an explosion of feathers.

"What is the plan?!" he shouted, standing up. No one said anything. The only sound in the room was the terrifying roar of the dragon flying in the distance.

"Nohklaz Pahl! Your City Guard will defeat this Westerosi bastard or it will be your head!" he threatened.

"Be careful what you say," another man dressed in pink and white said, walking over to them. "I will not have you threatening my brother!" the man glared.

Nohklaz felt lucky that his older brother was one of the Great Masters of the city. That was all he felt lucky about this day. The burden of war still rested on his aging shoulders. The roar of the dragon sent shivers down his spine. Could he possibly win? He thought about it for only a second or so. No, he could not. His only hope was to stall long enough for their allies to come to the rescue. He was suddenly brought out of his thoughts by the scream of a man. " … coming this way!" is all he caught.

He looked toward the commotion. His eyes widened as he saw the black dragon heading directly for the balcony. Its mouth was beginning to open! The Great Masters cried out and began pushing toward the stairs. Nohklaz joined in, pushing down a member of House Loraq in his bid to escape. He had just flung himself downstairs when the entire room was filled with fire. He yelled in pain as he bounced down the stone stairs, hitting the wall before landing on a soft pile. The pile beneath him grunted. When he rolled off of it, he saw that it was a pile of bodies that were beginning to move. These Great Masters were the lucky ones. He heard the others' torturous screams as flesh melted off of bone. Their screams didn't last long though. They soon fell silent, and only the roar of the flames could be heard.

Chapter 42

The constant barrage of stones against the city wall was really grating on the nerves of everyone in the city. Most were cowering in their homes, too afraid to go outside and see for themselves what the state of the city was. Those with slaves sent them out. The smart slaves simply found a relatively safe spot to hunker down until it was all over.

All night, the relentless pounding of the wall had the remaining Great Masters on edge. They had moved further down into the belly of the Great Pyramid where it was safer. They had their steel-reinforced doors shut and barred, which was the best they could do. They only hoped Nohklaz Pahl was doing his job.

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Hiding in the basement of his mistress's house, Nohklaz Pahl was downing another cup of sweet wine with shaking hands. He had told the Great Masters that he was returning to the city to lead his men to victory, but in reality, he went straight to his mistress and convinced her to let him hide in her home. He didn't know what he was going to do in his current situation. The only thing that he was certain of was that he needed another glass of wine. He grabbed the bottle and poured it into his glass that was sitting on a scuffed, old table in the basement. The small, underground room was only illuminated by a candle sitting right next to the wine bottle.

"What will we do?" his mistress asked in a shaky voice. With every loud boom, dust fell from the floorboards above their heads. She coughed and rubbed the dirt from her eyes.

"I don't know," he truthfully told her. "Try and wait it out, perhaps," was the only answer that he was able to give. Suddenly, the next boom was quickly followed by the sound of breaking rock. It was a loud, violent cracking sound that sent shivers through his spine. He immediately knew what the sound was. A portion of the wall had finally collapsed. Nohklaz placed his head in his hands. Things were about to get even worse.

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His army roared and cheered as the wall came tumbling down. Daemon flew by with Harry sitting on his back. Harry smiled as he looked down. Soon, his army would be inside the city, securing it street by street. Harry did his best to avoid destroying too much of the city below. He didn't want to destroy the city, he wanted to rule it. There were also tens of thousands of innocent slaves down there, and he didn't want them to die. Unfortunately, the innocent were never spared during times of war. Slaves would die. It was unavoidable. Harry just wanted to spar as many as possible.

Daemon landed close to his army, and Harry hopped off. The black dragon immediately flew back into the air and began circling the city once again, occasionally dodging ballista fire. Decked out in his black battle armor, Harry was ready for the next portion of the fight. With the walls and rubble still incredibly hot and the surrounding streets covered in red-hot embers, they would never be able to get in without serious injury. Fortunately, Harry had a little trick up his sleeve. Unseen by anyone, Harry waved his hand, and dark clouds began forming high in the sky. After a few minutes, the first rumble of thunder met their ears. After a few minutes more, big, fat drops of rain began falling. The sizzling of water being instantly boiled against the hot stones was louder than Harry thought it would. For nearly an hour they waited until Harry walked up to the rubble and began climbing over. He reached down and touched a broken block that was many times heavier than he was. It was still very warm to the touch, but definitely passable.

"We move!" Harry called out to the Captains. Within seconds, war horns were blaring, and his army fell into position. Standing on top of the rubble, Harry pulled out his sword and pointed it toward the city. His Captains called out their orders, and they all pushed forward.

Harry slid off of the rubble easily, never losing his footing. His army wasn't so lucky. Some tripped and fell. Some twisted their ankles, and there were even a very unlucky few who broke their legs trying to pass over the shifting slabs of broken stone. The vast majority, however, made it across unscathed.

It was eerie just how silent the normally bustling city was. Only the rain could be heard. Out in the bay, ships loaded with goods and slaves to sell immediately turned around when they saw the sails sporting black lions upon a cream-colored field. Those who were already there were shit out of luck, as Harry would say. Harry silently led the men that had already made it across the shattered remains of the wall. He heard coughing behind him. Smoke still covered the area, even though most of the ash had been settled by the magical storm that Harry had conjured. The ground was covered in a layer of black goo and chunks of charred wood. Ignoring this, Harry pushed on. The buildings closest to the wall had been ravaged by his relentless assault. Some walls and roofs had holes punched in them, while other buildings had completely collapsed. Harry could even hear the cries and moans of the trapped buried below the piles of wood and sandstone. He ignored their plights and moved on.

Two blocks down from the wall and there was still no one to be found. There was no doubt that everyone with working legs had high-tailed it out of the area the moment his ships had opened up. The buildings here had far less damage, though some had clearly caught fire.

With his hood up, the rain was unable to touch him. His men most likely found the cool water refreshing, even though the wet clothes and armor only added more weight for them to carry. Continuing on, Harry marched another block toward the city's center. With the rain pounding on rooftops, he never heard the sounds from above. He only heard the screams of his men who were peppered with arrows from the roof of a nearby building. Arrows bounced off of Harry's Valyrian Steel armor set while his men pulled out their shields to try and block the falling arrows. They locked shields above their heads, creating a solid slab of hardened Black Wood, though some of the men weren't so lucky. A young soldier dropped to the ground near Harry with an arrow buried deep in his neck. Suddenly, the entire upper half of the building completely exploded as Daemon flew by and raked it with his massive legs. Stone, wood, and men fell to the ground around them. A few of his men were crushed by the falling debris, but most escaped unharmed. The same could not be said for the enemy that had been firing down on them. The City Guardsmen were strewn across the ground, some dead, some groaning in pain. His men had little sympathy for them. Almost as soon as they had hit the ground, his men pounced on them, driving swords and spears into their chests to finish them off. Harry motioned for them to continue.

The deeper they pushed into the city, the more dangerous it became. As Harry started to cross an intersection, a massive projectile nearly took his head off. It flew by so close that Harry stumbled backward. Looking to the side, he saw a small group of men in the distance frantically trying to reload another bolt into their ballista. Harry's eyes narrowed. These were just one group out of many that had been firing shots at Daemon all day and night. With his sword in hand, Harry began to trot toward them before breaking out into a full run. He heard screaming behind him and knew that his men were following. Only five or so meters in front of them, they aimed and fired.

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"Hurry up, you fool!" Preznos Ulti cried out.

Growing up poor, Preznos had been delighted when he was accepted into the City Guard. His family had been so proud the day he finally finished his training. Now, he was wishing that he became a fisherman like his father. He had been spending hours taking shots at the horrid beast flying over their heads. When he saw the enemy enter the intersection, he quickly turned his small ballista, aimed, and fired. The bolt shot out, cracking the air as it flew toward the enemy. Sadly, it whizzed right past him and tore through a brothel's wall. It was then that he noticed the man's armor. It was made of black and rippled metal with a dark hood covering his armored face. His cape was flowing behind him, snapping in the harsh wind. Even through the downpour, he knew who this was. Preznos's eyes widened. "D-Dread Lord," he cried out in a hushed voice. "Reload!" he yelled.

Preznos nearly wet his pants when the Dread Lord began charging him. He called for his men to hurry. "Loaded!" one of his men called out. Preznos wasted no time. With the Dread Lord only feet away, he aimed and fired. His heart sank when the Dread Lord simply swung his dark sword and cut the metal ballista bolt in half, never breaking his stride. Preznos threw out his hands. "No … Please!" he begged, but the Dread Lord cared little for his pleas.

Preznos found himself tumbling through the air when the Dread Lord violently kicked the front of the ballista. Fierce pain erupted in his belly as his body rolled across the hard, stone ground. When his body stopped, he saw the remains of the ballista that he had been behind still tumbling away from him. He groaned in pain, holding his belly. Lifting his hand up, he saw it covered in blood. Beginning to panic, he looked down and saw a large piece of splintered wood sticking out of his stomach. He yelled in fright and panic, grabbing the piece of wood and giving it a tug. The pain it caused made him instantly release it. He began to panic. He thought about his mother and father. He thought about the woman that he wished to marry. He had already put the down payment on his first home and had purchased his first slave. He was supposed to live a long and happy life. That was the reason why he had been working so hard. All around him, his men were screaming. Kelhan stumbled and dropped to his knees with one arm missing. A sword was driven through his back and exploded out the front. Mozlheern, his friend who loved to get drunk and piss on passing slaves, was pushed to his knees right before his head was taken off. His vision was suddenly blocked by a tall, dark figure looking down at him. Drops of fresh blood were dripping off the tip of his dark sword.

The rest of his life flashed before his eyes as the Dread Lord gently placed the tip of his sword against Preznos's neck. He reached up and grabbed the blade, only to have his hand nearly severed by the razor-sharp edge. "S-Stop!" he begged as the blade was slowly pushed down. He felt the tip pierce his skin. It was only when it was an inch deep that the pain truly hit him. The sensation of being branded with a white-hot iron started at the point of penetration and spread throughout his body like an uncontrolled wildfire. He thrashed around as his body gained a burst of adrenaline, and he desperately tried to save his own life. The thrashing and clawing did nothing to save him. Only a second later, he was resigned to his fate, and he stopped fighting. A strange sense of calm passed over him as he gurgled on his own blood. Perhaps dying wasn't so bad, he thought to himself as the blade cut his spine in half.

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Harry pulled Fiendfyre from the neck of the young man just as his men had put the rest to the sword. "Move out!" Harry ordered. As they moved from street to street, the rest of his army was climbing over the rubble of the shattered wall. They began clearing streets and buildings as well. They were ordered to free any slaves that they came upon.

They had to be careful as they traversed the streets surrounded by densely-packed, tall buildings. There were City Guardsmen in many of them, waiting to fire arrows or even worse, poor flaming oil down on their heads. A small group of his men found that out the hard way. They spread out away from Harry, some going left to clear the buildings and some going right. Those that went right almost immediately began screaming in agony. Harry quickly turned to see them completely engulfed in fire. No matter how much they rolled on the ground, the sticky oil continued to burn, despite the rain. It wasn't long before they stopped moving, and their bodies continued to burn. Harry ordered another squad to run over and break through the door before any more oil could be tossed. They did as he ordered and barged into the house. It wasn't long before members of the City Guard were tossed from the roof. They hit the ground hard, and Harry could clearly hear the crack of their bones over the sounds of the torrential rain. Those men were also put to the sword.

With his men spreading out, Harry carried on with a small group of Unsullied warriors who were holding shields and spears. It seemed that every nook and cranny held danger for them. As they crossed the front of an alley, one of his Unsullied was forced to use his shield to deflect a large stone that was thrown at them. From the shadows, a group of ten men ran at them with swords in hand. Harry stepped up to the front of the group, his sword at the ready. As they arrived, Harry blocked the sword strike of the first to reach him. His momentum carried him forward, and Harry hip-tossed the man behind him. The screams told him that the rest of the Unsullied had made quick work of him.

Harry parried another attack, and an Unsullied spear slipped by his side and pierced the enemy in the gut. The man crumbled to the ground, holding his wound. With several of the guards dying, the rest began moving back. Harry and his men began pushing forward. Harry swiped at the neck of a man, but he was staying well out of range. Annoyed by this, Harry lifted his blade over his head and threw it at the man. The black sword became impaled in his chest, and the rest of the men cried out and ran. His Unsullied ran after them, their war cries loud and terrifying. Harry walked up to the man on the ground who was gasping for breath. Harry pulled the sword from his chest, making him cry out in pain. The shallow puddles of water around him first turned pink, then red as blood leaked from his body. Harry ignored him and pushed on.

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Slaves that were unshackled at the time of the attack ran down the lanes trying to avoid the battle that was raging around one of the fighting pits. By order of the Great Masters, every pit fighter was to fight to the death. They were to meet their enemy and force their retreat if possible. If not, they were to stall them as long as possible. If any pit fighter retreated back toward the center of the city, they were to be executed for treason.

It wasn't only the slaves that were fleeing the fight. The city had been filled with citizens of other cities and kingdoms. They certainly didn't want to get caught up in a battle that wasn't theirs to fight. Sadly for them, many died at the hands of the City Guard who perched on the roofs of tall buildings and fired at anything that moved back toward the city's center. They had their orders after all.

The pit was filled with carnage, and Harry was right in the middle of it all.

"Free the lions!" someone shouted. Roughly twenty lions began running into the sunken coliseum through steel gates that were being raised. Those who ordered this didn't care that their own men would get mauled as well. They were desperate.

Harry ducked under a mighty hammer swing from a particularly large dark-skinned man. The pit fighter had muscles on top of muscles, and he swung his warhammer with ease. As Harry stood back up, he was forced to dodge as the man lunged forward and jabbed at his gut with the head of the large hammer. Again, Harry slid to the side when instead of pulling the hammer back, the man swung it upward, trying to shatter Harry's jaw. Harry was having the time of his life. He swung his sword, but the man blocked it. Harry would wager that he was at least as good as King Robert was during the former King's hay day. As Harry's sword bounced off of the hammer head with a loud clank, the man kicked Harry right in the gut, sending him stumbling backward. Before he could regain balance, the man was already attacking again. Harry ducked, and he dodged. The man was sweating profusely, and his thick arms were bulging. Harry could see the corded muscles flexing underneath his dark, scarred skin. When he jabbed again, Harry was ready for him.

Harry caught the shaft of the hammer underneath his arm. Harry yanked it toward him, causing the man to stumble forward. Harry's headbutt was vicious. His Valyrian Steel mask smashed into the man's forehead, and he fell back on his ass. Harry swung his sword down, but the man rolled out of the way. As quick as a cat, he was back on his feet. Blood was dripping down his face, and Harry could see a deep gash where his face plate had connected. The man used the back of his hand to wipe away the blood. By then, he was starting to breathe heavily. The constant swinging of the heavy hammer and the hot temperature was starting to get to him.

Beside Harry, one of his Unsullied cracked a man with the butt of his spear, swung it around with a graceful move, and slit the man's throat. Blood began pouring down the front of his green and yellow tokar. The sound was disturbing. He tried to breathe, but only a wet whistling sound came out of the exposed windpipe. His Unsullied showed no mercy and finished him off by driving the spear right into his chest.

Harry's foe screamed and swung the hammer down right where Harry's head would have been had he not jumped aside. The hammer struck the stone floor, shattering a brick, and sending sharp shards and dust into the air. Harry backhanded him, and the man fell, his hammer slipping from his grasp. It was a shame the man needed to die. He had fought honorably. Harry was on him in an instant, and he drove his sword down, only to be surprised when the man slid to the side, avoiding the sword's tip. Harry was barely able to catch the man's hand as he thrust a dagger at his thigh. Harry knelt down and drilled his knee into the man's gut. He grunted in pain, and Harry twisted the man's arm and pushed. The man's eyes went wide as his own dagger began lowering. The man pushed with all his might, but it was no use. The tip of the dagger easily slipped into his chest, and with a hard shove, Harry drove it down to the hilt. Still, the man fought to his last breath. Once he stopped moving, Harry stood up.

Lions were ravaging anyone stupid enough to get close to them. Harry grabbed a spear from a dead Unsullied and threw it at a lion. The spear buried itself deep in the lion's side, knocking it off a dead Guardsman whose insides had spilled outside. Harry laughed as he watched one of his Unsullied jump onto a lion's back and repeatedly stab it with a dagger. They truly were fearless.

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A spark flickered off of the chain as the links snapped in half. The released slave fell to the ground before picking himself up. He moved to cower with the rest of his recently saved brethren. Chained beside him was a girl no older than fifteen. She was nude from the waist up with only dirty, shredded rags covering her lower half. On her upper arm was a slave brand that Harry knew nothing about. Harry swung his sword and cut the chains holding her arms above her head. His sword easily cut through the cheap metal and even sliced into the stone wall that she had been chained to. Like the others, she fell to the ground. Harry saw that her back was laced with long, thick scars likely made with a whip or a cane. She quickly scampered to huddle with the other slaves.

In the upper portion of the home that they were in, their Master was currently resting on the floor with several spear holes in his body. "Gerimo!" Harry called out, pulling his hood down and removing his face plate. The pattering of feet could be heard coming down the stairs, and a young boy ran over to him holding a water skin. Harry took it and drank deeply. The boy was training to be a member of his army when he was older. Not being able to fight, he and many boys like him were in charge of bringing in the supplies as they pushed further into the city. Harry wanted plenty of supplies within a few minutes walk of the front lines.

"Give them water and food," Harry ordered, indicating to the freed slaves. "Then move them away from the front lines."

"Yes, Your Grace!" Gerimo stood at attention. "R-Right away!" he stuttered and instantly ran back up the stairs.

Harry was letting his men rest. The air outside was humid now that the rain had slowed to a drizzle, and while Harry didn't mind the heat, his men did. Being Unsullied, they wouldn't complain or show any sign of weakness, but Harry knew that the heat and humidity were slowly sapping their strength. They needed time to eat and rest just like anyone else. Another boy came into the room and escorted the slaves out of the house.

They had been at it most of the day. It was now late in the afternoon, and the sun would soon be setting. Perhaps twenty percent of the city had been captured, so Harry knew that there was still a long way to go. Casualties were light with less than a thousand dead and several times that injured. The injured were getting fixed up by trained healers that were hanging back behind the lines. Their push forward had slowed. His army was tired and needed rest, so Harry gave the order to stop for the night. Camps were being set up and guard duty was being assigned.

Harry already had two other camps set up. One was for the freed slaves, and the other was for the citizens of the city that they had come across. Surrender didn't guarantee anyone's safety. Anyone owning slaves was immediately executed. Only children were spared from this fate.

He found it amusing that even war didn't stop the local whores from trying to earn some coins … especially since it was from the invading force. Harry had provided several chests of gold to pay every whore in town to have a good time with his men. Hopefully, they would have a good night, because many would surely die before they sacked the Great Pyramid.

Chapter 43

The Great Masters were huddled around a table, deep in the belly of the Great Pyramid. Every so often, the frightful screech of that winged beast would catch their ears, sending trembles of terror down their fat, pitiful bodies. Just then, a young man that was drenched in sweat came barrelling through the door, not even bothering to knock. In normal times, that indiscretion was enough to have him outright killed. At the moment, the Great Masters had other problems to worry about.

"Your Worships! The invaders are nearly at the doorstep! The Guardsmen don't know what to do," he cried out, his hands shaking badly. He must have known that these would be the last few minutes of his life.

"Where's Captain Hohlorro?" Great Master Pahl asked angrily. Hohlorro was in charge of security at the Great Pyramid. He was the one that should be leading their defense.

"D-Dead, Your Worship," the boy answered as his body trembled. "His body was found in his room next to an empty bottle of poison," he said in a shaky voice.

"That cowardly son-of-a-whore!" one of the Great Masters spat while throwing his glass cup against the wall. The expensive crystal shattered into a thousand pieces, making the young man jump in fright.

"And my brother, Commander Nohklaz?" Great Master Pahl asked.

"N-Nowhere to be seen … Your Worship." The boy's lip trembled. A thundering boom in the distance was loud enough to make them all jump. The young man heard the sound of one of the Great Masters shitting himself. If he wasn't sure before, he was when the room began to stink. All he wanted to do was leave the city and go back to the village where he had been born. He only hoped that the village was untouched and that his family was safe.

"Tell them to fight to the last man! Show these barbarians that the Meereenese are not cowards!" one of the Great Masters barked just as another grunted. The wet, juicy sound of another relieving themself quickly followed. The young man nodded quickly, holding back a gag as he quickly left the room.

"Pull yourself together, Galare! Shitting yourself like a toddler … disgusting," one said with contempt. The other glared.

"We wouldn't be in this situation if not for Pahl's cowardly brother! He is probably halfway to Westeros by now," he declared.

"Watch what you say about my kin," Pahl snarled. "My bloodline dates back to the First Conquest. We were fighting battles when your kin was still sucking cock for half-pennies!"

"How dare you!" Galare growled just before letting out another grunt of relief. "It is obvious that your brother is a good-for-nothing coward who should have never been given the position of Commander in the City Guard. If he is so gallant, then where is he?"

"Just you wait … He will find a way to save us …" Pahl declared, hoping against hope that his brother hadn't yet heroically died in battle. By then, it was obvious that none of their allies would arrive in time to help them. The invaders were at their doorstep, and the Great Pyramid was their last line of defense. Nohklaz was their only hope.

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Nohklaz gently slapped the side of his mistress's face a few times. She didn't wake up. The poison that he had slipped her was doing its job. With the amount that he had given her, she wouldn't survive the hour. Already her face was pale and her breathing was shallow and labored. He looked at her face one last time. 'It is such a shame that I cannot take her with me,' he thought. She was young and beautiful with big, violet eyes and hair like spun twilight. She had been a trophy for him over the last year.

Unfortunately, he only had the supplies for one to escape. While it was true that he could have rationed his food so that both of them could have escaped, in the end, he decided against it. He would sometimes get headaches if he didn't eat regularly. His hopeful escape would be hard enough without the mild pain annoying him. Besides, she had a decent stock of food here, and he wanted to take it with him. He would be much happier with a full belly. While she was still breathing, he pulled the sheet over her head and began pillaging her house. He didn't have much gold on him. He only had a few coins in his money pouch from the night before. His home was well behind enemy lines, and there was no possible way for him to reach it without getting caught. The stashes of gold hidden in his family's pyramid were now lost to him. That, of course, was a devastating blow. Thankfully, his family had been smart enough to diversify. They had businesses in several kingdoms and accounts with several different banks. If he could make it out of Meereen safely, all of his problems would be over. He hoped that his family would survive, but that remained to be seen. If not, he would be the sole benefactor of his family's wealth. That wasn't something to cry about. The only problem was getting out.

He grabbed the small bag of coins that his mistress had been saving and stuffed it in his sack. Her bread, cheeses, salted and dried meats, spices, salt, and anything else that looked appetizing was also thrown in the sack. Once done, he sinched the neck closed and hefted it over his shoulder. As he passed her softly wheezing body, he didn't bother giving her a second look. She was his past. He had his future to look forward to. The journey would be dangerous, and he needed all of his wits if he wanted to survive. He gently pushed open the door and peeked through the crack. The alley was clear. He stuck his head out and looked around the other side. There was no one to be seen. Letting out a nervous laugh, he slipped through the door and closed it behind him. As fast as he could, he pelted down the alley and pushed his body against the wall. He looked around the corner and saw some men at the end of the road. They had their backs to him. As fast as his legs could carry him, he ran across the street to the next alley.

Being behind enemy lines was very stressful. He had hoped that they would have at least one more day, but that morning, the invaders began moving in. He knew that it was only a matter of time until his mistress's house was searched, and he was found. It was now or never.

He ran down the narrow alley until he reached the end. Stopping, he once again peeked around the corner. "Shit!" he quietly cried out, quickly pulling his head back. There were enemy soldiers everywhere. From what he could tell, they were going from building to building, searching for their enemies. Nohklaz's heart was hammering in his chest, and his stomach dropped. His only choice was to try and walk across the street and into the next alley as though he was just another innocent civilian. His family tokar had been left back at his mistress's house, and he was wearing clothes that would help him blend in more. Putting his head down, he began walking across the street. For a moment, he thought that he might just get away with it, but as he approached the alley, he heard, "HAULT!"

Knowing that stopping wasn't an option for him, he ran down the alley as fast as humanly possible. He heard yelling behind him and the sounds of footsteps falling hard on the cobbled path. They continued to yell for him to stop, but he couldn't hear them. His heart was beating so hard that he could hear the rhythmic pounding in his ears. Sweat poured down his face, chest, and back as he reached the end of the alley. He turned the corner, not bothering to check if the coast was clear first. He ran two buildings down and cut into a different ally. He counted three doors on the left and barged in. He was immediately met with a knife pointed at him.

"Put that away, Zhak!" he glared, hunched over and breathing heavily. Outside, it seemed that he had stirred up a hornet's nest. Voices were shouting, though they were muffled by the thin walls.

"Did someone see you come in?" Zhak asked. "Well?" he asked again. Nohklaz stood up straight after catching his breath.

"I don't know … I was being chased," he told them.

"The Gods be damned!" Zhak cursed, going to the door and pressing his ear against it. The voices sounded like they were getting closer.

"Why did you lead them here?!" Zhak glared.

"I had no choice! They were after me!" Nohklaz glared back.

Zhak cursed. "Now we all may be doomed because of your incompetence."

Nohklaz was about to respond when Zhak began walking away. "Where are you going?" Nohklaz asked, running after him.

"We must flee. There's no time left."

They went to the back room and joined the small group of men waiting with their own sacks. They had been planning on escaping the following day, but the enemy had already taken over the territory. It was too dangerous to stay any longer. They had then planned on escaping using the cover of darkness. Pahl had ruined that plan it seemed. When Zhak informed them of the change in plans and why, Nohklaz had never seen so many angry glares. Still, he stood tall with his chest proudly sticking out. He was a member of the Pahl family, and compared to him, these men were nothing but riff-raff.

Each of the men stood up, holding their sacks tightly. Zhak went around and checked the front of the house through a second-story window. He came back down quickly. "The front is clear. We must move fast!" he said quietly. Nohklaz was the first one to the front door. As soon as it was unlocked and opened, they all hurried through.

"The sewer entrance is not far from here," Zhak said. "We will make our escape beyond the city walls, and we will follow the river until we pass the mountains. Then, we will make our way to Hesh. I have friends there. They will get us transportation to Port Yhos. From there, we will hire a ship to take us to Qarth," he explained.

That sounded perfect to Nohklaz. His family had an account in the Qarthi bank. They mainly used it for trading, but he'd be able to access the gold within. His spirits were beginning to soar as they made their way down the smallest backstreets to try and avoid the patrolling enemy. However, when they were only a couple of blocks away, they heard someone yell out, "Over there!"

"Run!" one of the group shouted. Nohklaz didn't need to be told twice. He barrelled past his cohorts, even pushing a few to the ground as he chased after Zhak who was already sprinting away. He didn't look back. He couldn't slow down for even a second if he hoped to escape. Zhak, who was fatter and more out of shape than him, was getting closer and closer as he gained on him. He saw his friend look over his shoulder with wide, wild eyes. Nohklaz was forced to look behind as well. His eyes bugged out when he saw that several men were closing in on them. He wasn't sure if they would make it. Digging deep, he used every ounce of energy that he had and ran. He heard Zhak cry out as he started to pass him. It was then that he felt a searing pain in his lower back. He fell to the ground hard and reached behind him. He felt a knife handle sticking out right above his right buttock. Zhak had literally stabbed him in the back. He looked at his friend who ran away, never looking back.

Nohklaz realized when Zhak turned the corner that he had been used as a diversion. Zhak sent him to the ground to get the men chasing them to stop. His plan worked like a charm. As Nohklaz thrashed and cursed while the invaders stopped to grab him, Zhak made his way through the twists and turns of the backstreets. Nohklaz only hoped that his treacherous friend would die during his long journey to freedom. If Nohklaz somehow survived, he swore that he would get his revenge on the Zhak family. That was the last thing he thought about before being clubbed in the head.

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Nohklaz sputtered as water was splashed on his face. He shook his head, trying to get the water out of his nose while coughing and choking. Once he was able to breathe properly, he looked around and tried to get his bearings. He was in a dark room with only a small, burning candle to provide light. He attempted to stand up but found that his arms and legs were tied. His gaze swept upward, and he caught a glimpse of a figure in black that nearly blended in with the shadows of the room. Nohklaz jumped and yelped in fright, his heart thumping loudly in his ears.

"Nohklaz Pahl … You were a difficult man to track down," the dark figure said in his native language.

"Release me this instant!" Nohklaz snarled angrily. The shadow man just laughed and walked up to him. He patted the top of his head as though he were a dog. Nohklaz gritted his teeth in anger.

"The city is nearly mine, Pahl," the dark figure said. "You are in no position to demand anything. You should also remember that I'm not some lowly slave that will recoil out of fear of one of your tantrums."

"You shit-eating mongrel! I will …"

Lights flashed behind his eyes, and he became momentarily peaceful. His problems seemed to disappear as he blissfully existed in his own dazed mind. Unfortunately, his ears were ringing quite badly. He wanted to tap the side of his head to try and make the annoying ringing stop, but he suddenly remembered that he couldn't move his hands. As his daze began to clear, the pain in his jaw began to blossom. He groaned when he finally realized what had happened. He spat out a glob of blood that had been pooling in his mouth.

"There's no reason to be rude," he heard that annoying voice again. "You're my guest after all."

Nohklaz groaned again and shook his head, shaking away the last of his brain fog. "Why did you bring me here?" he asked. "Why not just kill me where I was found?" he asked.

"I need something from you," the voice told him. Nohklaz spat blood at the man's feet.

"I will never help you!" he growled. The man just laughed. Nohklaz then heard the snapping of fingers before he recoiled from the sudden ball of light that was hovering in what he could now see as a small basement room. Nohklaz blinked rapidly as his eyes struggled to adapt to the sudden brightness. After a few moments of this, his eyes were able to focus on the figure in front of him. Standing tall was the famed and feared Dread Lord. Just then, he reached up, removed his black mask, and pulled back his hood. His face was very handsome with brilliant green eyes. As he stood there, his face suddenly shifted, and it turned into an exact replica of Nohklaz's own. Nohklaz found this incredibly unnerving. His body began trembling uncontrollably.

"I don't need your help … Only your face," the Dread Lord said with an amused expression. Harry didn't know what the man looked like, so he had been looking for him so that he could cover his face with a perfect Glamour Charm. A few useful spies and turncoats were more than happy to help Harry catch the man with the promise of freedom or riches.

"Faceless Man!" Nohklaz cried out and began thrashing and pulling at his restraints.

"Not exactly," the Dread Lord chuckled happily.

"What are you going to do?!" he asked, terrified of what he was seeing.

"The Great Pyramid is heavily guarded, and many have already died just trying to get close enough to wage a proper attack," the Dread Lord told him. "I could attack and win," he said. "But the losses would be high, and I already have other plans for my army. I could attack from above and burn the pyramid to ash, but I want the city to be intact when I take over. I could lay siege and starve them out, but that will take time that I don't have to spare."

Nohklaz couldn't believe that his own face was looking back at him while happily laying out his plan. It was utterly bizarre. "No, the best way is to attack from within," the Dread Lord told him. "And who better to do it than the most powerful Great Master's own brother?" the Dread Lord laughed. "The best part is that I'll be able to walk right in. So, I feel that I must thank you, Commander Pahl," the Dread Lord smirked, pulling out his midnight black sword.

Nohklaz's mouth went dry, and he desperately tried to break free as the tip of the sword crept closer. "You have been a great help to my kingdom," he said merrily as the tip of the sword slipped into his chest.

"NOOO! Please! I beg you to …"

The sword sank in deeper, but Nohklaz blinked in surprise. He felt no pain. He looked down and saw that his chest had been completely penetrated by the evil-looking blade. He opened his mouth to beg again, but the black blade suddenly erupted in fire. His eyes went wide, and he screamed in agony as he was cooked from the inside out. He thrashed and bucked as his meat sizzled and cooked. He didn't know how long the torture lasted, but he was thankful when his body finally went into shock and the pain faded along with his vision.

"Feed him to my dragon," Harry told his drones. They ran in and dragged the smoking, man-sized piece of jerky away.

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The Great Masters were enjoying their feast of spit-roasted goat, turtle soup, and roasted potatoes when the door opened. They all looked around, though many refused to stop shoveling vast amounts of food into their open gobs. Great Master Pahl, however, was very relieved to see his brother entering the room with several Guardsmen flanking his sides.

"Nohklaz!" his brother called out, standing up to greet him. "I am relieved to see you alive, brother! Tell us … How goes our defense? Has Yunkai and Astapor come to our aid yet?" He was eager to hear the news.

"Sadly, your friends in Slaver's Bay have forsaken you," his brother said as the Guardsmen fanned out. "There is no one coming to save you."

"But that's impossible! We have an ironclad agreement with th…"

Suddenly, the Guardsmen rushed forward and began hacking the rest of the Great Masters. He screamed as one of their heads rolled off of their shoulders and tipped over his golden plate full of steaming hot turtle soup. The soup spilled out, landing in his lap. He screamed in pain as his crotch was severely burned. All around him were the agonizing screams of his fellow rulers being hacked to bits. Poor Vhelesas down at the end of the table was being pierced over and over by two spear-wielding maniacs. As one spear entered his chest and was pulled out, another was jammed into his bloated belly. His dying screams were terrifying to hear. Beside him, the leader of the Yherizan family wailed pathetically as a sword nearly split his skull. The sword was pulled out and rivers of blood began pouring down his forehead and face. The sword cleaved his head open again, and blood splattered on the Great Pahl's face.

"Brother! You have betrayed …" he began but quieted when the vision of his brother suddenly changed into that of an intimidating man with deep, green eyes. Pahl whimpered as his brethren gasped and wheezed out their final breaths.

"Allow me to introduce myself," the man said amusedly. He walked over to Pahl and heaved him out of his seat by the front of his pink and white tokar. Pahl tried to fight back and break free, but the man's grip was unbreakable. He was dragged toward the open window. "My name is Harold, and I've come to claim these lands."

"YES! YOU CAN HAVE THEM! THEY ARE YOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOURRRRRRSSS!" Pahl screamed as he was tossed out the window. Harry stuck his head out and watched him fall a long distance before ricocheting off the sloping side of the pyramid. His body bounced off and eventually landed on a group of City Guardsmen who were guarding the perimeter of the pyramid. Down below, the rest of the guards looked up. Some of them started moving toward the entrance.

"They are coming!" Harry shouted. "Send the signal," he told his soldiers. One of his men pulled out his bow and set an arrow alight. He stood in front of the window and fired it out. Only moments later, Harry heard the roaring of his army as they began taking the Great Pyramid. Harry and his men got ready to move down through the lower floors of the pyramid until they were able to hit the guards in the back while the enemy was worrying about his army smashing against their front lines. Harry placed his Valyrian Steel faceplate back on and raised his hood. He wanted to remain in character for the big show.

His men were all specially created drones that resembled the men of the City Guard. As such, Harry didn't need to worry about hiding his magic. As guards ran noisily up the stairs toward them, Harry flung his hand out and a torrent of fire erupted into the stairwell. Seconds later, he heard the screams of men being set on fire. With a wave of his hand, he snuffed the flames out and hurriedly made his way down the steps. When nearly to the next floor, he found the smoldering husks that were once a dozen men. Harry paid them no mind and carried on. When he came across another small group, he waved his hand and several of the men's eyes glazed over. Before their comrades knew that something had gone wrong, they were already being stabbed by their fellow guards' swords. Harry's men easily rushed in and finished them all off, even the Imperiused ones.

With a single wave of the hand, necks were sliced open, sending men to their knees holding onto the wide gashes as blood leaked from between their quivering fingers. Some Guardsmen gasped with wide, terrified eyes and cried out, "Warlock!" in their native tongues. One such man dropped his sword and ran, only to get a piercing bolt right in the spine. His body hit the ground hard and slid across the polished, stone ground. He was whimpering in pain as he dragged his lifeless lower half across the floor leaving a smear of blood behind. Harry didn't know what happened to the boy. He simply walked on and left him behind.

When one cowardly group saw the dreaded Dragonlord coming for them, they screamed and retreated into a side room. They quickly closed and barred the thick, wooden double doors. When Harry arrived, he gave the doors a kick. A loud, echoing bang filled the cavernous corridor, and the door squealed in protest. He heard the enemy soldiers crying out from behind the door. Harry reared back and kicked it again. He heard the sound of wood cracking. The men behind the door were yelling for him to go away. Harry scoffed at their stupidity. He lashed out with his magic, and the door was blown off of its hinges. Smears of blood on the ground told him that several unlucky men who were directly behind the door wouldn't likely be getting up any time soon. One man gagged and began vomiting his entrails before he quickly died. Another screamed and writhed on the ground as his blood turned to acid. Harry's drones rushed in and made quick work of the rest.

Floor after floor, Harry and his group made it down taking care of anyone in their path. Only the slaves were spared as they finally reached the ground level. By then, there was no one left in the pyramid to stop them. They ran for the entrance, and Harry heard the battle still raging outside. He barreled through the door with his sword in hand. His dark blade ignited as he lifted it high into the air. He slashed it downward and a fireball exploded from the tip. A long line of his enemies was set on fire. They screamed and ran in circles. Some dropped to the ground and rolled around, desperately trying to snuff the flames. Meanwhile, Harry was hacking limbs and heads off while his drones did the same. The enemy was becoming frantic and confused as they tried to fight off two groups of fighters both in the front and at their backs. Screams and cries of pain filled the plaza as thousands of men were cut down. The floor quickly became slick with the blood of the fallen.

As his army pushed in, the enemy was forced back toward Harry and his group. They were forced to trample their wounded while some outright tripped over the dead. As they fell, his drones jumped on them and pierced their chests with their swords. On the battleground, men on both sides lay dying with their hands outstretched as they begged for help. They were ignored by all.

One brave soldier stepped up to Harry with his battle axe in hand. He screamed like a Viking in a war charge. Harry was quite impressed with his bravery. As his axe came down, Harry easily blocked it with his sword and flipped him over his back. Behind him, Harry could hear his drones slicing the brave man to pieces. One guardsman was repeatedly stabbing one of his fallen soldiers. Harry swung as hard as he could and caved the back of his head in with his armored fist. Before the body fell, Harry grabbed it by the back of its shirt and threw it hard into the crowd of enemies, knocking many to the ground. Just then, Harry heard the sound of war cries getting closer. Harry ran to a nearby statue and quickly climbed up it. In the distance, he could see a large group of reinforcements coming to pinch his army. They were screaming wildly and brandishing their swords.

A sudden tornado of fire slammed down on the group and the building next to them. The building exploded, shooting flaming debris in every direction. The entire group was incinerated by the flying menace that was still circling above. That seemed to finally break the defenders' spirits. Many began trying to flee even as his army sliced, stabbed, and hacked them to pieces. Some did successfully make their escape, but Harry cared little for them. All that he cared about was that the city had just fallen. Jumping to the ground, he slowly walked back to the pyramid. As he did, a soldier ran past him trying to escape. Harry's hand whipped out and snatched him by the chin. With a hard twist, the man's neck snapped cleanly, and Harry let his body drop to the ground. Harry brushed the dirt from his hands. He had work to do.

Chapter 44

Daenerys was nervous as she sat on her large, ornate throne located in the upper parts of the Great Pyramid of Meereen. She looked to the side and saw her paramour, King Harold, sitting on a throne that dwarfed even hers. He looked as though he didn't have a care in the world. It amazed her that he could fight and win a war, then just go on like nothing happened. On his other side was a throne smaller than either of theirs. Her best friend, Princess Myrcella, was sitting regally upon it, though she looked just as nervous as Dany felt.

Dany was very glad that Harold wasn't leaving her here just yet. According to him, both she and Myrcella had a lot of learning to do if they wanted to rule properly. Dany was only too happy to agree with him. She didn't know the first thing about ruling a city of this size, other than what he had already taught her, of course. Not only that, but Dany wanted to remain by his side for a while longer. She studied his face, and she began to blush. Her face was beginning to heat up, and she was forced to rub her thighs together. The pleasant tingle between her legs was only getting worse the longer she stared at him. Now that their relationship had turned physical, she was loath to be parted from him for any long period of time. When she finally did take over as ruler of Meereen, she would make it known that she expected him to visit often. By the way, Myrcella was staring at him, Dany guessed that she would agree with her. The clanking of heavy chains made her turn her attention back to the matters at hand.

An older woman with gray-peppered black hair came shuffling in, escorted by a guard with a spear. The thick chains manacled her hands together, as well as her ankles. She was wearing a torn, ratty tokar of green and black. It was torn down the front so much that Dany was surprised that her breasts hadn't been showing. Still, sections of her belly, sides, and shoulders were bare for her to see. The older woman sent Harold a glare as she stopped short. She pulled a face and spat at his feet. What sounded like wood cracking against stone echoed throughout the stone-walled throne room. The woman screamed in pain and lurched forward. It was then that Dany saw that the guard had cracked her in the back of the head with the butt of his spear. The woman dropped to her knees, slurring obscenities while trying to reach the back of her head with her manacled hands. The guard wasn't having any of it though. She was grabbed by the back of her ripped tokar and pulled to her feet. The already torn tokar protested with the sound of a loud rip. The material now draped off her shoulder, exposing the entirety of one of her saggy breasts.

"Dany … This is Merilarah of House Naqqan," Harry told her as the older woman was dragged before them. "You'll be the one responsible for the judgment and sentencing of her and everyone else you see today."

She couldn't stop her heart from beating fast. Harold had done this to her before, she thought. Back in his city, he would sometimes tell her to sentence the criminals that were caught. She didn't particularly like doing it, but as a ruler, it was something that had to be done. Dany nodded as Harry stood up. "Take my seat. When I'm absent, you are the ultimate authority here. Myrcella, you take Dany's seat," Harry ordered. The girls quickly did as he said and switched seats.

Harry stood off to the side and watched as Dany listened to the slaves and witnesses testifying against the Naqqan woman. The woman was a real piece of shit. She enjoyed forcing slave children to fight each other with kitchen knives during their feasts. At some point, Dany had heard enough and sentenced her to life with hard labor. When she had, she quickly turned to him and explained. "The city needs to be repaired!" she chirped, sounding a bit defensive of her choice. She probably thought that he would get angry if she didn't sentence everyone to death. Harry just smiled at her and walked up behind her. He ran his fingers through her long, silvery-blonde hair. He felt her shudder as he touched her. Her hair reminded him of Fleur and Gabrielle from his old life. Dany leaned into the touch.

"Sentence them as you see fit, Dany. Remember that you're the ruler here. Remember that your actions and choices have consequences not only for yourself but for the city as a whole. If you keep that in mind, I'm sure you'll make the right choices," he told her gently. "And you are correct, the city does need to be repaired. I'll return later today and escort you girls to your room. I have business that needs attending to."

Harry left them to it. He snorted as one slave owner tried to run away even though he was shackled. The drone-guard that was escorting the prisoners to be tried threw his spear and impaled the young man right through the back. The spear exploded out the front of his chest, and he dropped dead on the spot. Harry chuckled while Myrcella squeaked in shock and disgust. Dany just looked slightly green. There was no more need to try the man as he was dragged away. His body would be tossed in the desert where scavengers would pick the carcass clean. Harry shook his head and left the girls to continue on their own.

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Mace Tyrell's eyes blinked open before letting out a loud, bellowing yawn. His arms moved out before him, and his back arched as he stretched his aching muscles. He heard several joints crack, and then, he felt something unexpected and unwanted. A cramp began building up in his hamstring. He hissed and fiercely rubbed the back of his leg, hoping to massage the cramp away before it could properly build. Instead, the pain hit him like a wave. He hissed again and bit down on his fist. Thankfully, after a minute or so, the pain began to die down until it lingered as a dull throb. Then something moved beside him.

"Is something wrong, Mi'Lord?" the whore at his side asked.

"Never you mind," Mace said, flipping the blanket off of him. "Now wake me up properly," he ordered. The whore sighed and got to work.

Five minutes later, Mace exited his warm tent to a surprise. The grass in the field that they were camped in was white. As he stepped out onto it, the ground beneath his feet crunched. "Fucking hell!" he whispered. As he did, a misty cloud billowed from his mouth, and he shivered from the sudden chill.

He had been woken up during the night by a strong wind, but he had no idea that a winter chill was rolling in. This wasn't good news for his army. They weren't prepared for the winter. They had no skins to drape over themselves or anything else useful to keep themselves warm. He was in such a hurry to join in on the push for the throne that there was no time to properly prepare. 'At least the others are in the same predicament,' he thought to himself. King's Landing loomed large in the distance. It kept him motivated even though he sorely missed the comforts of home.

All around him, men prepared for battle. Makeshift blacksmith shops were already pounding out new swords and pieces of armor when they weren't repairing vital equipment that tended to break at the worst possible times. Patrols circled the encampment, watching out for Stark's army in particular. They were the closest of his two enemies, and they loved to strike fast and hard before slipping away into the woods. Those damn Northerners certainly knew how to use the woods to their advantage. The Lannister army was further on the opposite side of the city, though Tywin had somehow snuck into the city proper. Mace had raged when he found out. This gave Tywin a great advantage over both him and Stark. It wasn't long until it was realized that he and some of his men had snuck in through a secret passage. Since then, the passage was blocked and was being watched by all. Each army had tried more than once to take the passage forcefully, only to be repelled by the other two. By then, there was little doubt that Tywin had permanently blocked the passage from the inside. An open passage was a risk that the old lion couldn't afford.

Mace suddenly felt something brush against his nose in a tickling sort of way. He wiped his nose and looked up. Tiny blobs of white powder were slowly falling from the sky. Mace winced. It seemed that winter had arrived.

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Tywin rubbed the area between his eyes as his grandson left his study. He had been trying to teach the boy how to be a proper King, but Tommen was still too young. He couldn't grasp the magnitude of the responsibilities that had been heaped upon his small shoulders. Cersei, of course, was of no help. Instead of helping the boy, she seemed intent on making herself the ruler of the Seven Kingdoms. She insisted on being present during every meeting. She had been caught giving orders that should have been coming from Tommen or his Hand, which was him. The woman was going to give him an ulcer.

Upon first arrival, Tywin found the capital city in the sorriest state that he had ever seen. There was no law and order whatsoever. The smallfolk ran around like a bunch of savages, stealing and looting anything in sight. Most of the Gold Cloaks had been killed, and those that lived weren't dumb enough to try and go at it alone. Members of the Court had huddled in their large, gated manses while their private security kept them safe. Not all survived though. Poor Gertrude Grayhill … The less said about what had happened to her the better. They still hadn't found her head yet. Her manse had been looted down to the floorboards, and her private guards had been found in the back garden. They didn't even bother burying the bodies. They were left out for the stray dogs to eat.

After sneaking into the city with Jaime's help, Tywin immediately got to work. His men made up the new City Watch, and they quickly brought law and order back into the city. Of course, the means by which they established law and order was less than pleasant, but as far as he was concerned, the peasants got what they deserved. It would be years before any of them were brave enough to try something like that again. Now he had a fully functional City Watch, and the best part was that they were loyal to him, not the Crown. They were Tywin's chosen men after all. King's Landing was too important to risk on a child such as Tommen, especially when the boy didn't show the slightest amount of killer instinct. All in all, he found the boy to be a disappointment. If only he could have been like his other grandson. Tywin shook his head and stood up. He placed his hands on his hips and tilted his upper half back. He groaned as he stretched the muscles in his lower back. He was really beginning to feel his age. Tywin walked to the window and looked out. Blackwater Bay stretched out before him. Sadly, there were very few ships coming and going. In fact, almost no ships could be seen. The only ones in sight were from Harold's fleet. Massive black trading ships with beautiful, cream-colored sails were pulling into port as he watched. No doubt they were loaded with fresh fruits, vegetables, grains, honey, mouth-watering meats, and fish of all varieties. Tywin would make sure that he got his pick of the lot before anyone else.

Unlike Joffrey, Tywin made certain that the peasants were fed. All those rubbish "Food Taxes" were now gone, and the smallfolk once again received their normally allotted supply of sustenance. The peasants didn't need much in their lives. They were used to going without. The only thing that they couldn't do without was fresh food and water. Take that away, and you would have trouble on your hands. Joffrey was too stupid to realize this until it was too late, and he paid dearly for it. Tywin would not make such a mistake. He had enough problems without having to worry about the smallfolk coming for him with torches and pitchforks.

Suddenly, Tywin saw little puffs of snow lazily falling from the sky, and he cursed. "Just what we fucking need," the old man growled. He almost wished that Harold would come back and conquer all of Westeros. At least he knew that the kingdom would be in competent hands.

They knew that winter was close. Everyone could feel the coldness steadily creeping in. Now there was no doubt. It wouldn't be long until it hit them full force. This was both good and bad. It was good because no matter what, Harold would keep the food coming. It was also good because the winter would surely hit the North the hardest. Could Robb Stark continue with his war while his people were wasting away to nothing back at home? And the Reach? Their entire economy relied on growing food. Very soon, hardly anything would grow, and the Tyrells would be hit with hard times once again. If Tywin knew his grandson, Harold would be looking to take over the food contracts that the Reach would no longer be able to fulfill. It's what Tywin would do after all. Tywin smirked. Mace would be fighting a battle on two fronts.

Tywin needed to act fast. Sitting down at his desk, he began writing a letter to his grandson. There were things other than food that they would need. Things that Harold could easily provide. Firewood, clothing, blankets, medicines … there was so much that they would need this winter. Normally, they would have stocked up long before winter hit, but with the war lasting so long, Tywin would wager that no one was prepared. He only hoped that things wouldn't get too bad.

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Harry stood there invisible to all. While Dany had been doing her duty as the next ruler of Meereen, Harry had been using his magic to fix up the former Pahl family pyramid into something a little more proper for girls Dany and Myrcella's age. He didn't plan on leaving them here for long, but he wanted to let them get used to the city slowly. He didn't want them to get depressed or homesick. As such, he made sure that the pyramid had all the luxuries that they were afforded back home, including a massive, indoor pool filled with cool, clean water.

He watched as the girls scampered into the pool room. Both were completely nude and holding hands. They squealed in excitement as they jumped into the pool at the same time, never letting go of each other. When they re-emerged from the pool's depths, Dany brushed the hair from her face while Myrcella spat out a mouthful of water. It wasn't long before they were laughing and splashing around. Happy that they would be distracted for a while, Harry vanished and reappeared in Sothoryos. His spy drones had informed him that it was now snowing as far south as King's Landing. That meant one thing … It was time to begin his economic takeover of this primitive world.

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The following week was a very busy time for Harry. He had to add many more trading ships to his portfolio. His existing trading partners would not be too pleased if he suddenly snubbed them because the Northern Kingdom of Westeros suddenly needed food. It was a chore to keep everyone happy, but in the end, it was manageable. Of course, his coffers were reaping the benefits of all this new trade.

Harry was sitting in his bathtub and letting the hot water soothe his overused muscles. He was going over a report when the door to his bathing room opened. He looked over and saw a shock of coppery, red hair. "Lady Sansa," Harry raised an eyebrow at her sudden entrance. "I would stand up and greet you, but in my state of dress, it might not be entirely appropriate."

Sansa's cheeks were already pink from embarrassment. She didn't normally act in such a way, but her mother had talked her into it. She said, and Sansa believed her words to be true, that one of the other girls would eventually ensnare him with their charms … or their bodies if she didn't act fast. Taking her opportunity, Sansa shrugged off the thin, silk robe that she had been wearing. She blushed deeply when his eyes raked over her nude body. She could feel them traveling over her bare breasts and down her slim belly. They continued their journey downward, over her belly button before stopping at the junction between her legs. She had made sure that her body was prepared. She was smooth in all the right places. "Don't worry, Your Grace, I'll come down to greet you."

She smiled shyly at him and walked down the exotically tiled steps into the below-ground pool. Sansa scooted close to his side, making sure her breasts were always above the water line. She wanted him to have something to look at after all. She saw him smile back at her.

"It's been a few days since we've last spoken," he told her. "How are you enjoying your stay?"

"It's wonderful, Your Grace," she honestly told him. Being here in his city was like a dream come true for her. "I love being here."

"That's good," he said. "I don't know if you've heard, but the winter snows are spreading throughout Westeros. Soon, you and your mother may not be able to safely get home."

Sansa knew what he was hinting at. If she wanted to get back home, she would have to leave now. The only problem was that neither she nor her mother wanted to go back to the bleak and dreary North … at least not right now. The winter was sure to be harsh, especially with the war still raging. She quickly made a decision.

Spinning around to face him, she straddled the top of his thigh. She let out a hushed breath as her overheated pussy touched the corded muscles of his thick thigh. Placing her hands on his shoulders, she began moving her hips back and forth.

Harry was surprised by Sansa's actions. Normally, the girl was a bit shy, and sexually speaking, unsure of herself. While she still appeared to be shy, she was acting like a woman who knew what she wanted. Harry was going to let her keep going. He was enjoying the way she moved against his body. He was so attuned with his body that he could feel her clit getting hard against his skin. Before his eyes, her nipples grew hard and crinkled until they were sticking out from her light pink areolas. Her chest and shoulders were lightly dusted with freckles, and her breasts were quite full for a girl her age. As she moved, they bounced up and down, creating a cock-hardening display. Suddenly, her hand moved down to his cock which was still inflating. Sansa let out a shuddered breath when her small hand wrapped around his manhood. Her eyes were wide with shock, but then she noisily swallowed and straightened her back. She was trying to gather her courage, Harry noticed.

"My mother and I would prefer to stay here, Your Grace … At least for the winter … If you will allow it," Sansa said as her hand began moving up and down. Harry noticed that she had a good technique when it came to giving a handjob. Her hand moved all the way down to the base before sliding all the way up to the head. She was working his cock with long, deep strokes, and Harry was very appreciative of her efforts.

Sansa squeaked when Harry grabbed her naked ass and moved her until her wet, hot pussy trapped his erection against his belly. She could feel the underside of his monstrously large shaft snuggled deep between her plump, bald lips. "I don't know, my dear. Perhaps you can convince me," she heard him tease.

Without having to think, her hips were moving as she rubbed herself against him. She heard him let out a guttural moan as he leaned back. Sansa placed her hands on his chest and used him for leverage. Back and forth her hips moved while his hands explored her wet, soapy skin. Sansa had never been with a man before, so she didn't know exactly what to expect. She had, of course, touched herself before. Many times in fact. But this was so much better. She loved feeling him pressed so hard against her womanhood. She loved drawing moans from him using only her body. Finally feeling like a grown woman, she leaned forward a bit so that her nipples were "accidentally" brushing against his face. He took the bait. Sansa squealed softly when he lightly bit down on her nub. She watched as he gave it a little tug. Her breasts stretched out a tad before he let go. Down below, her clit was swollen and sensitive, but that didn't stop her from grinding it against him. The sensation was incredible. After only a few minutes of stimulating herself against his cock, Sansa's body was trembling. The young King was laying kisses all over her naked tits, and just the thought of someone so handsome and powerful using her body in such a way made her want to …

"OH!" Sansa squeaked out. Her body bucked, and she pressed down hard against him. His hands were softly stroking the length of her back while she choked out a moan. Even before she could finish cumming, Harold pulled her in for a kiss. Sansa happily returned it as she attempted to devour his mouth. Finally breaking the kiss, he kept his hands on her ass while she sat on his cock. He gave her ass a squeeze. "Shall we go to the bedroom so that you can finish "convincing" me?" she heard him ask. Sansa was in a world of her own. She nodded happily and nuzzled his neck with her nose when he lifted her up bridal style. As the door closed behind them, Sansa wasn't ready for what he had in store.