"The godsforsaken, cock-sucking, craven Essosi!" Robert raged, tearing apart the temporary war room in Casterly Rock. As the Hand, Jon could only suppress his own sorrow while preparing to continue his duties. The King was in no state to make decisions that would affect the kingdom for years to come.
"I'll have their heads, Jon! All of them… I won't let this go unanswered!" the King continued, and Jon moved over to place a hand on Robert's shoulder, stopping the larger man from further injuring himself in his fury.
"Robert, I know your pain, trust me… But if there's any hope of securing the safety of Ned's family, we need to begin deliberations," Jon urged, trying to knock the King out of his roiling emotions.
"You're right, Jon," Robert agreed after taking a deep breath. "Gather the lords, we're marching north."
Jon had to stop himself from dragging a hand across his face. This wasn't what he was aiming for when he'd mentioned Ned's family.
"Robert, we can't leave our back open to the Ironborn. I'm hurting just as much as you are, but our duty to the kingdom must come first," Jon scolded, prompting a scathing glare from the King.
Jon wouldn't back down. Too much was at stake. "I promise you, Your Grace, we will have our revenge, but not while the hounds are biting at our heels."
Robert nodded, finally seeming to calm down as he listened. "Aye, let's put the Iron Cunts down first… But if you try to stop me after, I'll march alone if I must."
"As you say, Your Grace," Jon agreed, knowing he had little choice.
Not that he had many objections. They couldn't allow their land to be stolen—not when it would make them appear weak.
A New God's Conquest
Howland Reed, Lord of Greywater Watch, drove his trident into yet another of the infernal creatures plaguing his lands.
When those gifted with the Green Sight went mad years ago, claiming the gods had abandoned them, Howland still clung to hope. But now, he wasn't so sure. Not when literal hellspawn had been hunting his people like animals for the past week.
He grabbed a cloth, wiping the sweat, grime, and blood from his face after putting down the latest of the creatures.
Fortunately, his crannogmen could fend off the stragglers that wandered too close to the keep, though most of the creatures seemed to prefer lying in ambush beneath the murky swamp waters.
And as if his thoughts had tempted fate, the skies darkened unnaturally, and legions of beady red eyes emerged from the tree branches above.
Howland sighed, knowing there was no victory now. All he could do was pray that his wife and children somehow escaped these cursed lands alive.
A New God's Conquest
Rhaella followed the small servant creature as it led the way, heading towards the gardens where her daughter was said to be.
During her time in this magical castle, her life had been akin to a dream: living in luxury beyond belief, smothering her beautiful little girl with all her love, and witnessing sights she had only imagined in fantasy. It was so fantastic, in fact, that she was constantly on edge, waiting for the other shoe to drop at any moment.
Walking out into the sunny expanse of grasslands and vibrant wildflowers, the small elf bowed before vanishing into thin air. Rhaella found her daughter seated with the Naathi girl, both sipping from a set of fine porcelain.
Nearby, a young girl—who, if Rhaella had heard correctly, was the baseborn daughter of the vile god who held her and her daughter captive—happily ran around the field, playing with the two wolves who seemed to be important figures here.
Rhaella frowned, noticing said vile god lounging on a throne not far from her precious daughter. She was sure he hid a licentious gaze behind the indifferent one he wore in public. Who knew when he would strike? And there was nothing she could do to protect the child she had only just reconnected with.
Shaking her head—there was no use agonizing over what she couldn't change—Rhaella walked through the yard, taking a seat next to her daughter and greeting Missandei with a smile. She knew the Essosi girl loyally served the castle's god, but Rhaella wouldn't hold that against another innocent victim.
"Greetings, my lady. Would you prefer if I left you to your privacy?" Missandei asked, well-spoken and courteous as always.
"None of that, my dear. Your presence is always a welcome one," Rhaella smiled as her adorable little girl nodded along.
As their casual activities continued, Daenerys chatted with her friend without a care in the world, while Rhaella couldn't help but notice the lord eyeing her daughter like a succulent piece of meat out of the corner of her eye.
Feeling like her child could be taken from her at any moment, Rhaella couldn't enjoy the day. She only let out a sigh of relief as the sun set and Daenerys joined her on their large mattress, quickly falling asleep in her arms after the busy day.
Rhaella slid out of bed, walking purposefully to the room's mirror and gazing at her reflection, dimly lit by the room's magical lighting. In the thin nightgown she wore, her curves were on full display, and as vain as it sounded, she cut an undeniably striking image.
During her last days, Rhaella knew she had looked like a walking corpse; her body ruined by the many childbirths and the abuse from her husband. Now, however, after being brought back to life, she had somehow regained her youthful beauty, while still appearing to be of the proper age at which she had died.
Looking over at her peacefully sleeping child, Rhaella's resolve grew. The wicked god had already given her all the hints she needed, and if it meant securing her daughter's future, she wouldn't hesitate any longer.
Luckily, the Lord's Chambers weren't far—the beast likely wanting to keep them within reach. Nevertheless, her current mission was a simple one as she reached the large oaken doors without bumping into any of the many other residents of the castle.
Creeping into the room, Rhaella found the place eerily quiet. She knew this god was a lustful beast, so it was more than a little strange that he wasn't currently bedding one of his women. It was suspicious, and Rhaella was starting to think she was simply playing at the whims of an all-knowing being.
But none of that mattered if it meant protecting her daughter.
Like her own smaller room, the Lord's Chambers were dimly lit enough for her to reach the bed without trouble, the rhythmic breathing increasing in volume as she neared.
Rhaella took a deep breath, slipping the flimsy straps off her shoulders as the nightgown pooled at her feet, now standing as bare as the day she was born.
Hesitantly crawling onto the bed and making her way over the silk sheets, Rhaella found the slumbering god equally undressed in all his glory.
Rhaella knew what she had come here to do, but as she slowly reached out a hand, her jaw fell open at the sight of the thing between his legs.
What was she meant to do with such a monstrous manhood? It made the only one she'd ever seen in person look like nothing more than a measly worm. Seven Hells, even her Dornish ladies-in-waiting had never described such a thing in all their many lascivious tales.
Stoking her courage, Rhaella cautiously laid a gentle hand on the large appendage, fearing it would come alive and gobble her up. As the thing twitched in her grasp, she nearly squeaked in shock before getting herself together.
Rhaella patted her chest, firming her resolve as she hefted the manhood in her hand, stroking it as her ladies-in-waiting had described. Too enamored with the warm flesh growing at her touch, she didn't even notice the piercing gaze watching her clumsy attempts until a deep voice brought her out of the daze she'd been in.
"How daring, my lady. I'd never have thought you were this type of woman," the beast spoke, nearly making her splutter an incoherent response.
"Y-You know why I'm here," she stuttered, and the god gave her a predatory grin.
"I assure you that I have absolutely no inkling of what you're referring to," he lied, making Rhaella grit her teeth in outrage.
How dare this brute play dumb. As if it wasn't his doing that left a former queen with no other choice than to lower herself to that of a common whore. But even as she cursed the god in her mind, she didn't dare voice her grievances. Not when her daughter's safety was on the line.
"Please, my lord, use me as you wish, but leave my daughter alone," she begged, knowing she was completely at this god's mercy.
"You have my word. As long as you become mine, I'll not make any advances toward sweet little Daenerys," he told her, and despite the situation, she couldn't help but smile in relief.
Noticing the golden-black eyes staring at her, waiting for an answer, Rhaella nodded. "I'll be yours, my lord…" she agreed, and before she could say any more, she found herself flipped onto her back as the towering figure of the god hovered above her.
Even though she was only here to fulfill the desires of a rapacious beast, Rhaella couldn't stop her eyes from taking in the masculine form that now pinned her down. His muscles were so enticingly perfect that she was sure no mortal could possibly achieve them, and her face flushed red when her eyes trailed down to the now fully hardened rod hovering so close.
"Rhaella, my dear, we're past formalities. Call me Lux," his deep voice rumbled, sending a shiver down her spine for reasons she couldn't comprehend.
"A-As you wish, Lux," she agreed, the act of calling this god by his name giving her an oddly pleasurable sensation.
Before she could wonder why, she felt his strong hands on her thighs, forcing her legs apart as his destination became clear. When his fingers brushed against her core, she gasped, never in her life having felt such a sensation.
Rhaella had never known something like this could feel so delightful. Not when she was taught that a woman of her birth should never act on such onanism, and her husband's gnarled, nail-topped fingers only brought pain. Sure, she'd heard of the pleasures of the flesh, but until now, Rhaella figured she was never meant to feel such joys.
"I believe you've viewed me in the wrong light this whole time, my dear Rhaella. I may be a monster to others, but I'll do anything for my women," he purred into her ear, his hand caressing her platinum tresses while continuing to stroke the quickly moistening folds of her womanhood.
Rhaella, of course, had no reason to trust the words of this vile god, but as his wonderful hands continued making her feel new sensations, she was finding it hard not to fall into his web.
"Then… will you promise to keep me and my daughter happy?" Rhaella asked between moans, and she felt a pair of soft lips meet her own, her pleasure reaching new heights as a sweet tongue invaded her mouth, teasing her own.
Lux broke away, and Rhaella couldn't help feeling the loss. "You and your daughter will want for nothing," he promised, trailing his seductive lips along her jaw before closing the distance between their mouths once again as she lost herself in the act.
Rhaella knew she shouldn't; this was all too good to be true, but she couldn't deny that this man—no, god—was likely to steal her heart without much fuss.
She blamed her mad husband for this. If the bastard hadn't been such a poor lover, she might have been able to withstand this god's ministrations for longer.
But there was no use crying over spilled milk. And as Lux placed his large tip at the entrance of her womanhood, Rhaella decided to fully give in to the pleasure, screaming in ecstasy as new depths were explored for the first time.
Her life would be better off if she gave him her heart, Rhaella told herself as her legs tightly wrapped around his strong hips, trying to feel every inch of his divine shaft as Lux continued pumping in and out of her squelching hole.
And as his final thrust bottomed out, filling her womb with seed, Rhaella's entire body seized as she reached climax for the first time… ever.
Her arms and legs went limp as she collapsed in place before feeling herself being pulled into the hot, sweaty embrace of the man who had made her feel so good that night.
"I don't want Daenerys to wake up alone," she mumbled into his side as she began to drift off into her dreams.
"Get some rest, my dear. I'll make sure you get back in time," he told her, rubbing circles into her naked back as she quickly drifted off.
A New God's Conquest
Lux stood in a barren section of the North, looking out to sea, with White Harbor to the north and Moat Cailin to the west. He knew the Northern lords were wary of the fact that he hadn't claimed any of the castles for himself, not even the now-leveled Dreadfort.
But why would he settle for any of that? No, he'd build a city of his own—a city so far beyond the imagination of these simple locals that they might just keel over, believing they had somehow found themselves in heaven.
First, though, he needed to give the location a makeover before sending in his team of magical builders to do all the tedious work.
He'd read plenty of Stark-Wank fanfictions in his past life, so he figured... why not steal a decent idea that was commonly used?
Concentrating, Lux connected with the Weirwood network as the magic eagerly got to doing his bidding.
The earth shook, the winds howled, and animals far and wide fled for their lives. And if he hadn't absorbed the masses of shockwaves from his little stunt into the void of his darkness, any structure south of Winterfell would have collapsed to its foundation.
Lux looked at his finished product with a nod. "If the Children of the Forest could shatter the Arm of Dorne in the distant past, then this little canal I've created isn't much in the grand scheme of things," he thought to himself. Still, he couldn't help but feel proud. It really was impressive. Even in the modern world he came from, nothing matched his creation—not when magic came into play.
Now, Lux knew he was no expert on canals, but he did know that the process of transporting ships between two sides wasn't as simple as one might think. However, the canal in front of him had no such issue. The large waterway was more than wide enough for two lanes of traffic, with winds continuously coursing east to west on one side while doing the opposite on the other.
Yes, this would work perfectly, Lux decided before vanishing from his spot, ready for some rest and relaxation after a hard day's work.
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