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Illyrio welcomed me to Pentos with open arms, and fearful eyes, just as I expected he still remembered our little personal chat, to some degree, I knew he was still double playing but for now he would be allowed to live, he still had some use.
My sources have gathered that Aegon is gathering allies, but struggling to keep up with me, all he had for the moment was Jon Connington, Varys and Illyrio on his side, his location was still unknown for me, as all the information I had gathered about him, came from Varys and Illyrio during their secret exchanges, and both had been very careful not to say where he was, even during their little chats.
Perhaps Varys was catching on with me, or they were really secretive to keep the so called rightful king safe.
I had no hard feelings for Aegon, in fact, I would give the option to just surrender and take Dragonstone, and keep the Targeryen bloodline, but I knew he would not take that offer, after all, any man with a possible claim for power would fight to the death to claim it, he would fight me even if he knew it was a lost cause.
But in the end, wasting time thinking of him was utterly pointless, he was the least of my concerns, a man without an army.
Though I had to admit his existence puzzled me, before I discovered how deep Varys plots reached and heard of him, I had completely ignored his existence, I remember vaguely reading about him in the second book, and how they couldn't really confirm he was who he said he was.
I suppose burning him would prove if his dragon heritage was what he said it was and solve the mystery.
"I have provided your men with all the things you requested," Illryo smiled, bringing back to the real world outside my head.
"Oh, as diligent as ever," I nodded, food and medical supplies were two of the few things I really needed to ensure my army stayed healthy and powerful.
Ignoring Illyrio the rest of the way, I walked to the bay of Pentos with my army behind, my bloodriders were glaring at anyone that even dared to look at me, but while the thought of them being protective was nice and all, in reality this was how Dothraki acted to strangers.
Neltharion was undercover inside my fur jacket, sleeping soundly around my covered neck, I was waiting for the perfect moment to show him off to Illryo and see his expression of suffering when he realizes the Dragon Eggs he sold me hatched, it would be fantastic to experience his dismay. What can I say, I have no sympathy for the magister.
"For the king!" A man shouted jumping from behind trying to stab me with a knife dripping something, I didn't have to be a genius to know it was poison.
Everything around me slowed down as I smiled, it has been quite a while since I had such a blatant assasination attempt, but before I can even reach my blade and kill the poor man that was highly missinform of how hard this would be, my bloodrider cut his head with his Arakh.
"Such a weak man does not deserve to stain the blade of our Khal," My bloodrider said, spitting on the corpse of the assassin.
I smiled at him, while I wanted to deal with the attempt myself, it was also nice to see I had competent men under my banner, "Amazing work, with an impressive clean cut," I smiled as I looked at Illyrio who at this point was sweating his own weight per second.
Did he have something to do with this, hardly. Varys would stage something with more brain behind it, this was not Varys craft, ergo Illyrio had nothing to do with this, but he thought I thought he had, so fear was filling his very core.
"It's alright Illyrio," I smiled, deciding to mess with him another time, "The assassin is death, no need to be afraid,"
With that I returned with my walk leaving the corpse of the assassin to rot in the market as I continued to ignore Illyrio, as I chuckled inwardly at his earlier reaction.
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[Tyrion Lannister POV]
The Throne seemed to be fifty percent off, with everyone going for it, it was all I could think off. Stannis Baratheon, Renly Baratheon, Ronard Mormont, all that was left was for the whores to try and claim the throne.
We had some many enemies that if Father somehow pulled the win out of his gold shitting ass it would surprise me, but in all fairness, if someone could do impossible things through questionable means was Father.
The how still eluded me though, but for some reason father wanted me to be the new master of coin, discarding Peter Baelish of his positions, quoting father the man was as trusty as knife through the heart and he was needed elsewhere, outside where he could not damage more the Throne.
And because of that, I was solving unsolvable economical problems that really put into perspective who the hell chooses the people in this small council…. Oh yeah… the last King. I suppose that answers a lot.
We were in debt with the Iron Bank by… an absurdly large amount, and with our enemies on the other side of the sea, we were most likely to pay our dues by their sword, after all, the Iron Bank was famous for financing the enemies of those who have not paid them.
And we have not paid them
But things were starting to improve a bit, Euron Greyjoy had come to talk to me, well… my father about an alliance, he wanted in exchange of his help that we helped him take the Iron Islands, and here I was sealing our alliance, we needed all the allies we could gather.
"So do we have a deal, imp?" Euron smiled, stretching up his hand.
"We do," I smiled, taking his hand.
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[Euron Greyjoy POV]
Making a deal with the Lannisters to take back what is mine and more was something I decided on the go, if things went bad for the Lannisters I would just bail out and leave them hanging so it was a win win for me, nothing to lose, much to gain. Just how I like it.
And if I get to fuck the Queen along the way, that would be just a bonus, the cherry on the top, but then again, how many Queens were there, I had a lot to fuck. Cersei Lannister, Margaery Tyrell and, of course, the rare delicacy of Daenerys Targeryn, maybe after all of this ends and their respective men or protector are dead, I can show them a cock worthy of a crown, my own whore house with nothing but Queens. I like the sound of that.
"I wonder if the little Dragoness will like the taste of a Kraken better,," I smiled, as I imagined her little white colored head between my legs choking on my cock, "Well if she doesn't I can always dip my cock on his blood so she can taste her husband in me,"
Unbeknownst to him, a raven with an eyepatch and a black leather robe was watching him, and listening to his suicidal talk, *This motherfucker be dead and he doesn't even know it,'
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[Stannis Baratheon POV]
Melisandre said I was the chosen one, the one that would bring the realm together, and yet all I had was opposition, the north had yet to allied with me, my own foolish brother was rising against me, and the rising minor lord of the bear islands was also going for the throne.
But my Red Witch was right, there were Fakes, betrayers. The God of light had assured me that the Throne would be mine, and that they were nothing but shadows I had to cast away to prove I was worthy of his blessing.
And I was, because I was the rightful King of the seven kingdoms and I would have my throne, for I was the prince that was promised, victory was written in my destiny, the fire had spoken of my victory before.
"Nothing will stop me," I stated as a matter of fact.
"Nothing will, my King," Melisandre nodded in approval, "The fire has show me of your victory, all those fakes will fall to your mighty feet,"