"You claim that in one night, this foreign invader abducted not one, but four children of the realm's great houses?" The hand questioned his Maester, and Tywin felt as exasperated as The Lord of the Eerie sounded by his tone.
But more than exasperation, Tywin was holding back his seething wrath from showing on his stoic face. And looking over at their drunken king required a good part of his willpower not to show any visible annoyance.
It was clear that the whoremonger cared far more about the death of the Stark lord rather than the capture of his queen and unborn child.
Tywin, on the other hand, cared not if the North burned to ashes. No, what rankled him was the complete disregard for the reputation of his house, the reputation he had painstakingly built with his own hands.
The last time his house was slighted, songs were written of his retribution. This time, Tywin vowed that legends would be created.
"Technically, it would be five of the great houses' children, considering Her Grace is with child," Maester Creylen corrected, breaking the silence.
"Yes, thank you for that," Tywin drawled, giving the Maester a hard stare that had the bookish man shrinking into his seat.
And the words seemed to send the king over the edge, Robert roaring as he threw his empty goblet through an ornate stained glass window he'd commissioned from Myr. Tywin sent the Maester another look, noting he dared not meet his eyes, likely understanding that he wouldn't be living a comfortable life for the next few moons. After all, that window was a favorite of his and cost a significantly sized bag of dragons.
"I'll sail my fleet to the North immediately. Who knows what horrors my sweet Margaery is suffering," the dullard, Mace Tyrell, took the moment to explain his ingenuous plan.
"And when your army make land? What's then stopping this invader from keeping your precious daughter unharmed?" Tywin asked, the Oaf's round face reddening after his blunder.
After that, the discussion on how to handle this matter went on for what felt like an eternity, the King falling further into his cup, his only contribution being a demand to march through the Neck before his Hand could calm the drunkard down.
It went to show how useless this whole thing was that Tywin was close to being pleased when a scribe working under his Maester entered with a letter, interrupting the back and forth between the Flower Lord and the aging Hoster Tully.
"Your Grace, my Lords, it's a message from the North," Creylen said as he began reading. "It's an invitation to what's being called a Grand Parley in three moons time."
"Fuck a parley, I should be bashing their skulls in with my hammer," the King slurred before slumping over after passing out.
Tywin rolled his eyes, deciding to take the lead in this debate. After all, someone competent had to if they had any hope of repelling the invaders.
A New God's Conquest
Olenna rapped her fingers across the courtyard table, the two fools she could never tell apart nervously fidgeting at her side.
"Oh, out with it already," she grouched, in no mood for their trepidations.
"Apologies, My Lady, we could find no traces left behind and none witnessed the Young Lady's abduction," Left explained, making her eyes narrow and brows furrow.
Leaving her guards to their squirming, Olenna took a moment to let the silence stew. After learning that this mysterious new lord captured four hostages from the great houses in a single night, she wasn't expecting much to come from the investigation. Still, not even a single spy being weeded out was alarming. How could a plot so grand be accomplished with no assistance from within the household?
Olenna believed she knew more about this foreign conqueror than any other within the Seven Kingdoms, bar The Spider, of course. When a new trading company showed up, undercutting the grain prices set throughout the Reach, she made it her business to gather every bit of information she could. And it didn't take a genius to link the company flying golden banners with a silver wolf head to the gold and black sigil left in the ransom letter.
However, despite her concerted efforts, Olenna received nothing, not even whispers regarding this new King's name. Other than the fact his people were devoted followers of a new religion who worshipped a god named Lux Tenebris, she was left with more questions than anything. And while she hadn't underestimated these new players, she now knew her initial estimations were far from accurate.
Olenna let out a sigh, Left and Right flinching as she continued ignoring them. While this was the greatest tragedy in house Tyrell's recent history, not all hope was lost.
At the very least, she was sure no harm would come to her precious granddaughter. Only an incompetent ruler would allow the mistreatment of a valued hostage, and by the grand feats demonstrated in rapid succession, Olenna would never believe the man to be anything other than a competent lord.
For now, Olenna could only keep faith that her teachings hadn't gone to waste. Margaery was young, but Olenna hadn't slacked when teaching her the game in the slightest.
Olenna just hoped that her imbecile of a son wouldn't muck everything up without her guiding hand.
A New God's Conquest
His eyes closed in satisfaction; Lux groaned as his newest paramour worked his manhood between his legs. Laying on her stomach, propped up by the elbows, his lover delightfully fondled his sack while swirling her nimble tongue around his bulbous tip.
"Fuck, Rhaella, you're getting better at this," he praised, and it was the truth. The former queen had been shockingly inexperienced in matters of the flesh but quickly took to it like a fish to water—or maybe like a dragon to fire would be a better phrase.
"Thank you, My Love. I aim to please," she giggled, taking his lower head out of her mouth and moving to trail her pouty lips along his shaft.
"Oh, then if that's so, I have a task for you that would greatly please me," he told her, only receiving a jolt of pleasure as his Valyrian beauty hummed her agreement with half of his family jewels in her salivating mouth.
As Rhaella continued lapping at his balls, Lux nearly forgot about what he was going to ask until the minx took his dick in hand, gently stroking as she licked along his chiseled abdominals, all the way to his protruding Adam's apple, finally reaching the side of his face as his woman gently nibbled on his earlobe.
"Anything, just ask," she answered, her seductive tone and the warm breath on his ear sending tingles down his spine.
Lux smiled at his clearly smitten mistress, taking one of her modest tits in hand while teasing the pale nipple that matched the surrounding soft skin. The attention-starved MILF had easily fallen into his clutches at the slightest shows of affection. And she would only further become his as he continued giving her warmth she'd never imagined having; something that was easy enough for him to give when it would ensure the devotion of such an exquisite specimen.
Deciding to hold off on talking for the moment, Lux leaned forward to meet those lovely lips with his own, easily invading the tasty cavity as his tongue explored without resistance. Rhaella's soft form melted into his embrace as their kiss deepened, her legs moving to straddle his hips and her heated core resting on the underside of his cock. He could barely hold himself back from immediately going in for the prize but decided to get their conversation back on track.
"I have four new highborn girls who need something to keep them busy while they're here. You would have my gratitude if you allow them to join the lessons you hold with Dany and Missandei," Lux explained before the grinding movements that already had his cock and balls drenched paused.
"Dear, what have you done now?" Rhaella asked, and Lux could tell she was scared to hear the answer.
"Nothing much for you to be worried about, my sweet Rhaella," Lux said, slapping one of her thick cheeks that had her continuing the movements atop his cock. "I've simply acquired a few hostages," he continued, chuckling after seeing the unimpressed look his lover was sending him.
"As I said, there's no need to worry, and everything will work out perfectly in the end," he soothed his woman, who was quite the worrier, and as she cutely nibbled her lower lip, the temptation became too great. And in the next gliding movement, Lux angled himself in a way that had him piercing his queen's pink folds, any of her worried words cut off by the cries of ecstasy.
"So, will you do this favor for me? And who knows, maybe Dany will make some new friends," he asked, and it took the moaning woman more than a few short moments to come to her senses.
"W-Won't they be spiteful of the situation," Rhaella gasped between moans, his hands gripping onto the soft hip flesh as the sound of pussy squelching filled the room—like music to his ears.
"Little girls can be quite the fickle bunch. I'm sure they'll forget about their grievances soon after experiencing luxuries previously thought unimaginable," Lux shrugged, not too worried about his hostages' feelings either way.
The beautiful woman bouncing on his cock slapped his chest. "You're such a villain," she teased before Lux made her squeal after tugging a nipple in return.
"Woman, you still haven't answered my question," he complained, moving a hand to toy with the beauty's crinkled asshole, her pussy walls tightening around his shaft as she gasped at the new sensation.
"Of course, that's a yes, My Love," she agreed, squealing as one of his naughty fingers began slowly pressing into her back door.
"Wonderful, now how could I ever repay you," Lux questioned the woman nearly lost in lust.
"Perhaps, you can do that one thing with your tongue," she mumbled into his chest, her face reddening and too embarrassed to look him in the eyes.
"What was that? I couldn't hear you?" Lux lied, his supernatural hearing easily picking up the muffled request.
"You heard me," she slapped his chest again, making him laugh as he sped up his thrusts.
"Of course, my dear, I'll gladly fulfill that request of yours," he told her, feeling the womanhood spasming around his cock before burying himself deep and painting his paramour's womb white.
A New God's Conquest
"Oof," Sansa wheezed after getting knocked onto her ass in the training yard, an older redhead standing victorious while a timid brunette watched from the side.
Perhaps it was the fate of this world's named characters, but either way, young Ygritte, and Gilly somehow caught the attention of his Wildling wife, the bloodthirsty woman deciding to train a few spear maidens with her free time.
He gave Val a knowing smile. While Sansa had been treated more than fairly as her ward, Lux knew that a part of his woman enjoyed the insult that having a Stark child under her stewardship was to the entire North.
His wife could be a spiteful bitch at times, he decided, which was why he loved aggravating her so. The angry sex afterward was always worth the consequences.
"What's wrong? Has the Southron lady given up so soon?" Ygritte prodded as little Sansa pulled herself up by her training staff, patting the dust and dirt off her sore bum.
"You're three name-days older," Sansa huffed with a cute frown.
"Is that so?" Ygritte smirked, pretending to hum in thought. "But Gilly is your age, yet she can put up twice as much of a fight."
Sansa nearly growled at the teasing. Lux could tell that the pampered Northern princess had a competitive streak, and while she dreaded her time learning the spear at first, she was now nearly as enthusiastic about it as Ygritte.
Interrupting the bickering, Lux's first squire walked in, catching Sansa's attention as she waved with a smile; the lad waving back in turn.
Despite her mother's disdain toward the supposed bastard she'd experienced growing up, Lux knew that Sansa was still happy to have a recognizable face around.
"Oh, late for your first scheduled training? That's not a good look Jae," Lux scolded as the former Jon Snow looked away sheepishly.
Yes, with his mother's prodding, Jon had forsaken the name given by his uncle, now going by Jaehaerys Targaryen. Lyanna Stark had been quite cross with her brother's actions, to say the least.
Lux, of course, wasn't going to be using his full name, that was far too long for his taste. And sure, Lyanna didn't seem too pleased when he called her son so casually, but it's not like she could do anything about it.
"Apologies, my Lord," Jae bowed his head with his usual bland personality; something Lux would have to fix. He didn't want to spend his time around such a boring character.
Still, Lux was pleased to see his shift in attitude towards himself. After spending time with his mother's spirit, it hadn't taken long at all for the kid to sneak behind the ghostly woman's back, swearing his loyalty in return for her resurrection.
"Ah, don't worry kid, I know it was your mother's fussing that held you back," Lux waved the apologies off, patting the kid's shoulder and almost making him stumble at the force. "Now, how about you show me what you've learned while in Winterfell."
Tossing a wooden training sword over, Lux watched in amusement as the boy stood ready for a fight with the blunt blade pointed toward himself.
"It won't be me you'll be sparring with today," he told his squire, nodding at Ygritte.
"But my lord, she's a girl," Jae stated the obvious.
"No shit, Sherlock. But if I were you, I'd be praying for that girl to go easy on me, and those words of yours aren't helping." Lux smiled, knowing this would be entertaining while Jae furrowed his brow at the reference he didn't understand.
"Now get a move on," he commanded, nudging the confused kid towards the fiery little redhead.
"I'll hold back as much as I can," Jae said, making Lux sigh as he walked over to pull his lovely wife into his arms to watch the spar together.
"Oh yeah, and what makes you think that you're the one who needs to hold back?" Ygritte shot back, already angered before the fight could even begin.
"Women are weak and meant to be protected," Jae said, and Lux winced, knowing the kid's beatdown would be particularly brutal.
"You know nothing, brat," Ygritte spat before readying her blunt spear.
As their kiddy fight went on, Jae miserably losing to no one but the kid's own surprise, Lux occasionally sent a healing light his way while nuzzling into his wife's warmth, the cries of pain and pleas of mercy going ignored.
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